Deliberate Display - five erotic voyeur and exhibitionist stories by Sommer Marsden, Lucy Felthouse, John McKeown, Marlene Yong, Abigail Thornton Page B
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body where any kind of adornment would detract rather than enhance its effect.
They were so brazen and my breath caught as Ruth’s hand moved down and gripped her husband’s cock. They were both watching me, eager for my reaction as she began stroking it, pulling the skin back and forth, revealing more and more of the angry purple of Callum’s glans.
As the initial shock began to fade, I was overwhelmed by feelings of guilt. I felt like a pervert, intruding into the consummation of a marriage. But intertwined with the guilt was a terrible excitement. It was the first time I had seen two people naked together and my official duties were forgotten as the hunger between my legs became irresistible. As I watched Ruth caress her husband, my mind was filling with a fantasy where I stepped across the gap and grabbed a handful of cock with one hand, then brought the other up between her legs and slid a finger along her moist slit before hooking it up inside her pussy.
My own pussy was quivering with excitement, the nerves firing in anticipation of being stimulated. But for now I just watched – there was a weight of inhibition pressing in on me. Part of me was still their holiday rep, watching as they touched each other inappropriately.
It felt like I was in a daydream as Ruth started wanking Callum’s cock. He let out a few noises of appreciation as her hand worked up and down his shaft. I longed to do the same, to wrap my hand around it and feel the skin moving back and forth over the hard core within.
A ghost of a smile appeared on Ruth’s lips. They knew – we all knew – that the fact I was still there spoke of my acceptance.
‘Why don’t you come over and have a feel?’ The words came from Ruth’s lips but I suspected that she was voicing Callum’s desires. As though in a trance, I stepped forward and took his cock in my hand. So hot, so hard, so eager. Natural instincts took over and my hand started stroking by itself; lightly at first, feeling the length of it, the girth and the fiery heat. This cock belonged to Ruth – I was wanking a “married” cock for the first time. It was against my beliefs to do this. Married men were strictly out of bounds. But that rule didn’t take account of a willing spouse watching me, encouraging me to do it.
I wanted to feel it inside me. The thought was so dirty. I closed my eyes as I imagined it probing between my fleshy labia, searching for my opening, and, having found it, squeezing inside me. I groaned as I pictured the scene in more detail and felt my pussy clenching around the phantom intruder. I hungered for him – desperate to push him back onto the sofa, mount him and feed his cock into my twitching hole. I needed to feel him inside me.
Lips on mine snapped me out of my little reverie. My eyes flew open and saw Ruth’s face pressing against mine. My hand found her hip and then dropped down on to her bare bum. As she pulled in closer, I allowed my hand to move around her waist and then trail between her buttocks. My whole body was thudding with excitement as my fingertip explored the moist roughness of Ruth’s arsehole. She sighed and wriggled against me, enjoying what I was doing to her. I liked girls’ bums but I’d never felt a bumhole which had been stretched open by a cock before. At least, not that I knew of. But as I stood there being kissed by Ruth, I knew that the cock in my right hand had been inside the bumhole I was exploring with my left middle finger.
I don’t know what I’d been expecting – I thought there’d be a tell, something physical which would flash like a beacon to advertise what she’d been doing; that she’d been having anal sex. But it just felt normal. Tight, even. I pressed my finger into Ruth’s anus, expecting my slender digit to penetrate her easily. Instead, her sphincter resisted and she pushed in against me even harder as she tried to escape.
‘Easy, tiger!’ she said, gripping my wrist and guiding my hand away
They were so brazen and my breath caught as Ruth’s hand moved down and gripped her husband’s cock. They were both watching me, eager for my reaction as she began stroking it, pulling the skin back and forth, revealing more and more of the angry purple of Callum’s glans.
As the initial shock began to fade, I was overwhelmed by feelings of guilt. I felt like a pervert, intruding into the consummation of a marriage. But intertwined with the guilt was a terrible excitement. It was the first time I had seen two people naked together and my official duties were forgotten as the hunger between my legs became irresistible. As I watched Ruth caress her husband, my mind was filling with a fantasy where I stepped across the gap and grabbed a handful of cock with one hand, then brought the other up between her legs and slid a finger along her moist slit before hooking it up inside her pussy.
My own pussy was quivering with excitement, the nerves firing in anticipation of being stimulated. But for now I just watched – there was a weight of inhibition pressing in on me. Part of me was still their holiday rep, watching as they touched each other inappropriately.
It felt like I was in a daydream as Ruth started wanking Callum’s cock. He let out a few noises of appreciation as her hand worked up and down his shaft. I longed to do the same, to wrap my hand around it and feel the skin moving back and forth over the hard core within.
A ghost of a smile appeared on Ruth’s lips. They knew – we all knew – that the fact I was still there spoke of my acceptance.
‘Why don’t you come over and have a feel?’ The words came from Ruth’s lips but I suspected that she was voicing Callum’s desires. As though in a trance, I stepped forward and took his cock in my hand. So hot, so hard, so eager. Natural instincts took over and my hand started stroking by itself; lightly at first, feeling the length of it, the girth and the fiery heat. This cock belonged to Ruth – I was wanking a “married” cock for the first time. It was against my beliefs to do this. Married men were strictly out of bounds. But that rule didn’t take account of a willing spouse watching me, encouraging me to do it.
I wanted to feel it inside me. The thought was so dirty. I closed my eyes as I imagined it probing between my fleshy labia, searching for my opening, and, having found it, squeezing inside me. I groaned as I pictured the scene in more detail and felt my pussy clenching around the phantom intruder. I hungered for him – desperate to push him back onto the sofa, mount him and feed his cock into my twitching hole. I needed to feel him inside me.
Lips on mine snapped me out of my little reverie. My eyes flew open and saw Ruth’s face pressing against mine. My hand found her hip and then dropped down on to her bare bum. As she pulled in closer, I allowed my hand to move around her waist and then trail between her buttocks. My whole body was thudding with excitement as my fingertip explored the moist roughness of Ruth’s arsehole. She sighed and wriggled against me, enjoying what I was doing to her. I liked girls’ bums but I’d never felt a bumhole which had been stretched open by a cock before. At least, not that I knew of. But as I stood there being kissed by Ruth, I knew that the cock in my right hand had been inside the bumhole I was exploring with my left middle finger.
I don’t know what I’d been expecting – I thought there’d be a tell, something physical which would flash like a beacon to advertise what she’d been doing; that she’d been having anal sex. But it just felt normal. Tight, even. I pressed my finger into Ruth’s anus, expecting my slender digit to penetrate her easily. Instead, her sphincter resisted and she pushed in against me even harder as she tried to escape.
‘Easy, tiger!’ she said, gripping my wrist and guiding my hand away
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