Watching

By CrackCorn

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now. 

Eleven-year-old boy surprises older sister with outstanding voyeur opportunity.

Watching
by CrackCorn

This little story gives my kid brother Nick more credit than I'd like. The rascal, now 24, is already a partner in a growing solar energy company. When we were kids I, older by 2 years, always felt the precocious little guy would outshine me. Dad jokingly said, “Barb will always be first, due to alphabetical order and birth order.” But Nickie was smart, and got me into some adventurous activities sooner than I would have on my own.

He and I were the only kids in our family. Mom & Dad were tolerant, easy-going parents. They both worked. Nick and I were often alone while the parents finished their workdays, ran errands, went to meetings. One Saturday, I think I was 13, I was cleaning up in the kitchen. Nickie came in saying he had something to show. He led the way up narrow stairs into the attic, down the long attic past grandma’s old travel trunk and some luggage we actually used, past boxes of Xmas ornaments, etc. to the semi-dark far end.

“I don’t see anything!” I said. There was a crate next to a vent in the gable. Nickie told me to sit on the crate. Being bratty I said “this better be good!” But I sat. He slowly pushed a slat upward, letting in daylight and momentarily blinding me.

“What do you see?” he said. Through the opening, above limbs of our spruce tree, I saw a bedroom window of the next house, maybe 20 feet away and a little lower than us. A young woman with black hair and a beautiful bod was walking around in a bra and panties. Wow! She was a neighbor we had talked to on the street. I had admired her looks and hoped I might have a body like hers if I ever grew up. I was all attention and admiration now! Nick leaned over me, adjusted the slat a little, and we watched together. I saw she was trying on different outfits, looking in a mirror. In between outfits her legs, her back, her tummy, her shoulders looked so pale and smooth. We seemed close to her, almost as if we were only a few feet away. The woman eventually settled on a simple summer dress.

Zowie! What a discovery Brother! It was great, but I felt maybe a little out-paced by my little brother. “Why doesn’t she close the curtains when she’s dressing?” I asked. Nickie said when she looked out that window she saw only the spruce tree and a part of our house with no windows, only this vent. She thought no one could see in. He had me promise to tell no one about this. The secret discovery made us feel a lot better about being stuck at home alone, and sort of put us into our own little cabal. It was nicer having Nickie as a co-conspirator than a rival.

Whenever we were alone we went up to take a look. The next few spying opportunities had nothing going on. But on the next Saturday afternoon she was in bed reading. Her long black hair looked as though it had been brushed. She got out from under the covers, wearing a nightie. She took it off. We could see her completely bare back and bottom as she walked away. We both squirmed around on the crate to get a better view. She threw some garments on the bed and turned around. Suddenly there were her beautiful big tits and nipples, and a dark hairy place between her legs. Brother said “Ooh!”    Since he was younger I didn’t think he would be so interested in ladies’ bodies. But he definitely was. She put on some black panties, then leaned over to lower her boobs into a black bra, stood up straight, tossed her head to put her hair on one side, and fastened the bra in the back. She put on sweats and left the room.

What we were seeing—just the thought of what else we might see—had a big effect on me. I started frequently thinking about bodies—my own girlish one, some of the muscular boys in my classes, some of the tits my girlfriends were developing, and what people might look like naked. I figured my best chance might be with Nickie. I'd seen him naked plenty of times but that was before this new raging curiosity.

Nickie had paid rapt attention to the naked woman. Maybe it was the power of tits over guys? My friend Alice told me about this power we girls were supposed to have. I wondered if my little tits could have any power over Nick. A year earlier, when I first felt them starting to grow, I had him feel them, just to see if someone else might think they were actually coming. He had been unimpressed. Now they were slightly bigger. When we left the attic I said, “Hey, did you like her tits?” He said “They are beauties, even bigger than Mom’s.” I came back with: “Feel my tits to see if they’ve grown.” Mick felt through my t-shirt and said, “I think there are some little soft things there,” but was maybe only a little impressed. Maybe my tits were nothing after seeing the neighbor lady’s.

One night mom was folding clothes in the master bedroom. I went in, sat on the bed and asked her why women wore bras. “Oh, lots of reasons,” she said. “Breasts are mainly milk factories to feed babies, but we women have to carry them around always. Some are heavy. Most women through history probably didn’t have any breast support. But nowadays women who have big breasts don’t want them swinging around, so they use a bra to steady them. And this puts some of the weight on the shoulders.”

“Hey! I know other reasons.” Dad said. He had walked in at this point, and figured out what we were talking about. “One, some women want to make their breasts look bigger or higher. Two, bras are high-profit items for stores and factories.” This was typical of my family—open, light-hearted, irreverent. Dad said, “Honey, show her how your bra works.” Mom didn’t hesitate. She took off her top. She pointed out the band around her body, the cups, the straps, the adjusting system. I asked how she could possibly do the little hooks in the back. She unhooked it, letting her breasts loose, the very ones that had fed Nickie and me, and that we sometimes saw when she was finishing a bath or dressing. She re-hooked the clasp, then had me try. It was pretty easy for me to manage from in back of her.

“Should we get you a bra one of these days?” Dad asked.

“Oh heck, I don’t need one!” I said.

“Well,” Dad said, “You’re going to have beauties like your mom eventually, and you may not like them wiggling around. Let’s see if they’re growing.”

I hesitated, “You mean you want me to show you?” “Sure” Dad said. This was a tough moment for me, but I considered how Nickie was getting into this grown-up stuff so fast. I decided to be brave to keep up with him. I lifted my sweatshirt off. They both looked appraisingly. Dad smiled very pleasantly. I felt so exposed, but was surprised to find that after a few seconds I actually enjoyed it!

Dad: “She can go without for a while, don’t you think Honey?” He didn’t seem too impressed. So much for the power of tits over my Dad.

Mom: “Well, she might get embarrassed at school if her nipples poke out they way they are now. We’ll keep an eye on developments.”

Wow, I thought as I left them, Mom and Dad will be checking my tits. And Nickie will feel them more when I ask him. Maybe they're developing at least a little power!

Nickie and I checked the observation post whenever we could. We knew the neighbor had a husband and we'd probably see him eventually. Our next success came one evening when Mom & Dad went a few blocks away to play cards with Aunt and Uncle. We were to do dishes and homework, then watch TV if we liked. We got the dishes and homework done fast, and raced up to the attic. Nick pulled out binoculars he had stashed up there, and sat on the crate which now had a big soft pillow on it. I leaned over him, tried to press my chest onto his back, and put my face next to his. We looked through the vent.

Spying was better at night. Their bedroom light was on. Some filmy curtains were drawn across the window but we could see through them. Both of them were lying on the bed talking. Since it was summer their window was open and when the traffic stopped we could barely hear their murmuring voices. The man was smiling with his hands behind his head on the pillow. The wife was on her side, running her hand under his shirt. This made me remember my nipples. I checked one and sure enough it was poking out. The woman then put her hand on the man’s crotch. He seemed to be smiling, still with his hands pinned under his head. The woman reached inside his pants and felt around in there. Nickie handed me the binocs—I was startled at how close we seemed, as if in the same little space with them. I focused the binocs on the man's bulging underpants and on his happy face. He then half rose, and pulled her top off, revealing her beautiful chest. The last thing we saw was him reaching to turn off the light while she tried to pull his pants off. It went dark. Brother whispered “Damn!” I was exhilarated. This watching was so fun! I wanted to shout with joy but Nickie shushed me. The little bugger was right about staying quiet.

I realized how physically close Nickie and I were as I was almost lying across his back, and we were cheek to cheek. Originally I thought I’d get him to feel my tits, but now I wondered what his peter was doing. We had seen each other naked while bathing, etc., but now there was something new and exciting going on. I said “What do you suppose she was doing under his pants?” “Feeling him up,” he said. “Did you ever get felt up?” I asked. “Nope.” I decided to try to lead some of this wild new exploration. I asked Nickie if he ever wanted to be. “Sure!” Then I told him to stand up and unbuckle his belt. He said “Whoa!” but quickly stood and undid his belt. I conquered my nerves and undid the snap and zipper. The shorts fell. Nickie shivered! I felt around his white underwear. His penis was not down where I expected it. It was stiff and standing up along his tummy. Through the material I felt and explored it. It was hard and soft at the same time. Brother said, “Ooh, ooh!” My desire for more fun was raging, and I made a quick plan. I said we better get downstairs before Mom and Dad came home.

We went to my bedroom and I asked him to check out my tits again. He enthusiastically said “OK!” I leaned over my chair, thinking gravity would pull my tits down into a bigger shape, and told him to feel up under my shirt. Brother had evidently been thinking about this procedure. He leaned over my back and reached around to both titties. I felt his pecker hit my rear. He pressed and stroked, and said they were definitely bigger. I asked him if my nipples were poking out. He felt and squeezed them—Jeepers what a delicious feeling! He said they were surely bigger than his. To compare we took off our shirts. Sure enough, mine were bigger even after I played with his. I could tell by the way Brother felt me up that he was developing an interest in my chest.

Over the next weeks we had disappointments at the spying post, but also some good scenes. I could hardly stop thinking about tits and penises, and in school tried to mentally undress girls, boys, and even the teachers.

I brought my friend Alice over so Nickie could get to know her, and maybe let her in on the secret. Alice had a beautiful face, big expressive brown eyes, smooth olive skin and a shapely little body. Nickie asked her if she was any good at keeping secrets. He extracted a promise of secrecy from her, and led the way up to the attic. It was rather tight with three of us. On this occasion the lady was dressed and moving around in the room. We used the binocs. Alice was quite admiring of our little spying operation.

Later that week Mom and Dad were out. Nickie, Alice and I ran to the attic.    The pretty woman lay naked on the bed. She played with her big nipples, then moved her hand out of view under the covers. Alice became even more impressed with our spying. I got an idea for a new thing to try. Alice’s tits were a little bigger than mine, and she had never seemed particularly shy in the shower room at school. I suggested we have my brother feel up our tits the way the woman had done hers. Alice said “No way, he’ll yak about it at school.” I told her we had kept this secret for a long time and neither of us had told anyone except her. Alice looked appraisingly at my sturdy, smart little brother. She asked him to swear he wouldn’t talk. Nick said “We definitely don’t need a blabbermouth. I won’t talk, but you can't either.” So Alice agreed.

We were still in the half-light of the attic. Nick said we needed to take off our tops so he could see what he was doing. We told him no, unless he pulled down his shorts and let us look at him. He said if he did that we would have to pull down our shorts and let him see us too. After some bargaining Alice and I decided to go for it. Alice's beautiful face had this glow of excitement. I knew just how she felt. Nickie said we’d flip coins to see who went topless first. He had three quarters—he was prepared! Alice’s flip was heads, Nickie’s was heads, and mine was tails so I lost. I was glad. I was so enjoying this watching and being watched, and I wanted to be more of a leader in these games. So I said, “Nickie, pull off my shirt,” and raised my arms. Since he was shorter he pulled my arms down toward him a little, then easily pulled the shirt off over my head. At first I tried to cover up, but Nickie said “Hands down, Barb.” Being bare-chested felt exciting and wonderful. Alice and Nickie looked me over in the dim light.

Alice lost next. “Your turn Alice” I said, “Have Nickie take it off—it’s fun!” I thought she would resist but instead she just raised her arms over her head. Nickie had to unbutton her top and he rested his hands on her breasts while he worked the buttons. Alice kept her arms raised and she had a wild, happy face, her eyes half closed. Off came her shirt, revealing a training bra! “Damn” said Nickie. I said “let me help,” pulled the shoulder straps down, then pulled the bra down to her waist.

Alice had really nice tits! She was actually good-looking all over with her smooth skin. Nick approached us slowly and respectfully, as if he were in a state of wonder. He felt us up good, toyed with the nipples, lifted Alice’s tits (mine weren’t quite big enough). Then it was time to check Nickie. Alice and I pulled his shirt off and played with his nipples which became hard little things. I was enjoying every second of this but happily anticipated the next steps. Adhering to our deal we counted to 3 and pulled our pants down at the same time. We still had on underpants. We got an eyeful of a marked projection in Nickie’s tighty whiteys. I felt exposed in just my little pink underpants, but also excited for the next step. Alice’s white panties hinted at a beautiful fanny and other nice parts underneath. We then counted to 3 again and bravely pulled down our underpants.

We girls stared at Brother’s stiff penis sticking way up, definitely bigger than before. Alice and I got to go first, and got on our knees and stared at his pecker and the little balls behind it. I decided to show off and squeezed Nick’s hard-on. He made a breathy “Ooh” and went weak at the knees. Alice felt around also. She seemed interested in the mystery of the balls. We laid him on the pillow, and examined him good. When we were done Nickie had us lean back one at a time on the pillow and open our legs so he could get a good look. He wanted to know where the pee came out and where the babies came out. We weren't quite sure. The rascal pulled out a small flashlight he’d stashed at the vent, and explored all my parts. This was so exciting! I glanced over at Alice. She was leaning forward to watch what Nickie was doing and also to study my parts. With her big brown eyes she was all wonderment and patience—and of course still naked. I watched as Alice got the same treatment as I. She helped Nickie locate and caress a really sensitive spot!

Then damn! The sound of a car pulling into the driveway put an end to this deliriously fun session. We quickly pulled our clothes on and ran downstairs before Mom and Dad came in with groceries. We helped them put things away, while sharing conspiratorial looks. Mom probably sensed some energy in the air. Now that I think back on it, our folks might have admired our explorations. But we didn’t want to take a chance they would kibosh things. And keeping this as our big shared secret made everything way more fun.

Alice became a frequent visitor. Mom often had a place set for her for snacks and dinner. I think Mom had a sense that we kids were thick as thieves about something, and maybe guessed what it was. One Sunday afternoon our parents were out and we again crept upstairs. The lady was naked on the bed and we saw her stroke inside her crack. The binocs helped a lot and we all wanted them. Nickie made rules about their use, using the second hand on his watch. By this point Alice thoroughly trusted him. Through the binocs the lovely woman seemed to be right next to us! We agreed she seemed to develop a series of spasms, then completely relax before she covered herself up for a nap. What was this spasm or contraction all about, we wondered? I pulled off my pants and had Alice watch while Nickie stroked me. I helped direct him to the most pleasurable spot and he became more adept. His touch on me was way more exciting than my own, especially with Alice watching. How could I have not known before what pleasures were possible? When she saw how much pleasure I was having she asked if she could go next, and quickly got naked. I watched everything. Nickie was careful and attentive with her, as he had been with me. We girls didn’t spasm that time. Alice and I stroked Nick’s erection along with his balls. He asked us to keep doing it, and keep doing it some more. After a while his balls almost disappeared into his body, he was lost in pleasure then spasmed breathlessly and fell to his knees. I guess since he was young no seed came out. We three sure lost a lot of modesty.

The next-door husband often came home late at night. Either they had the lights out or our parents were home so we couldn’t spy. But one Sunday afternoon we hit the jackpot. All three of us saw the whole thing. Standing, they undressed each other, kissed each other on the mouth and on each other’s tits. She stroked his penis which stood straight out. It looked huge. She felt his balls and kissed his big whopper. She lay on the bed and he kissed and licked her breasts and between her legs. She spread her legs wide, and he brought his big hard-on to her opening. I thought there was no way it would fit. But he slipped it in with no problem. She gasped, and wrapped her legs around him. He pumped, she lifted her hips to meet his rhythm. We heard her crying or whimpering, and him grunting. It went on for a while, then they both apparently spasmed. They seemed very happy and the man stayed inside her for a while. Then he rolled off her, showing a big flopping penis.

Here we were again entangled at the vent. Naturally we stripped and tried to give each other spasms. Alice seemed to expect that we’d all three fool around every chance we got. I certainly had no objection. And so we did. As a result, I think our breasts got stimulated into more growth. We also played with my brother’s penis a lot. He gave good instructions on what to do. I got huge excitement from watching Alice and Nickie do things to each other. And, I really got excited while Alice watched me succumbing to pure pleasure. God, those were fun times!

I tried to become more of a leader by inventing ways to get naked, and by moving activities outside into the woods where the feeling of exposure and danger was greater. There was a trail along a stream that came down from the hills. We found secluded spots to get naked in. On a warm Saturday we got our homework and chores done. Nickie phoned someone before we headed out. When we got to our favorite spot someone was there. It was my classmate, red-headed Roger. Nickie had tipped him off to be there. Roger was independent. He didn’t brag or try to impress. He had a kind of quiet power. Alice and I liked and trusted him, and we quickly saw an opportunity for more fun with another boy, and he was as old as us.

Nickie seemed to have selected our new playmate well. Though quiet, it turned out Roger was just as avid about these body things as the rest of us. He introduced ideas for getting naked, systems like rock-paper-scissors and trivia questions. He also showed us a place to skinny dip. The boys made a rule that when clothes came off it had to be with everybody watching everything in full view. We girls learned to tease the boys by revealing things slowly, thereby keeping them highly interested. Later we stripped one another and felt each other, guided by the boys' game rules.

The boys always wanted to check out our tits for new growth. They always got hard-ons which, when it was time for the pants to come off, we girls handled. I told Alice to feel and stroke both boys’ hard-ons and I would just watch. The boys were certainly willing, lying side-by-side in the sun on a big smooth rock with hard peckers standing straight up. It didn't take much coaxing for beautiful Alice to do them. Roger had the first spasm. Watching their shivering reactions, I felt an insistent tingling in my crotch and in my nipples. It was like all the life of me was concentrated in those spots. It was something about watching that got me extra excited. And when I was played with, I knew the others were watching me writhe and hearing me whimper. We girls finally learned how wonderful those spasms could be, and learned a new word: orgasm. Those were the most wonderful times!

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A few years later I went off to college. It wasn’t long before I was involved with boys, and I got plenty of ‘physical education.’ But it was always one-on-one with no one watching—not boring but somehow lacking after all our adolescent fun. This changed in my third year when I got an off-campus apartment with Maxine. Our beds were in the same big bedroom. We both had boyfriends and the usual intimacies, and worked around each other’s schedules. I hoped to introduce some watching into the situation, and decided to take a chance.

One night Maxine was asleep early. My boyfriend was visiting and was very horny. I told him I wanted to do it on my bed because it was way more comfortable than anything else. He said “You’re kidding!” because my roommate was in the other bed. Because he was so horny, I was able to convince him that we could do it without waking her. So we tiptoed in quietly. Dim light came in from a streetlight through a curtain, but it was enough. I unbuttoned his shirt, pulled it off, then his undershirt. I noticed that Maxine shifted in her bed so she was facing us, but her eyes were still closed and she gave no sign of wakefulness. There was a chance she was peeping at us, and this got me really going. My boyfriend took off my T-shirt and bra. I put his hand on my breast. We glanced at the other bed, saw her eyes were closed. He then fondled me and squeezed my nipples. I worked his belt and zipper and pulled down his pants. There was a huge bulge in his undies. I squeezed it, and glanced at Maxine. The rascal girl might have been trying to watch through little slits of eyelashes. Thinking my boyfriend would want to hide under the covers I sat on the blankets and prevented him from getting under them. I took off my pants then pulled down his shorts and played with his cock and balls. I ran my fingers down his butt crack. He was anxious to get under the covers, not only to get out of view, but also because he wanted me so much. After teasing him and giving Maxine more chances to watch I lifted myself off the blanket and invited him under only the sheet. We did it quietly. But I made some tiny noises to add a little soundtrack to the show. I hoped she was watching....and listening.

The next part of my plan was to wait for Maxine to bring up the events of that night. A couple days later she joked about having dreamed that I had a naked man in the bedroom. I told her that I had wanted to experiment to see if we could do it without waking her. Then I said this was only partly true, that I also wanted the excitement that would come from the chance she might watch. She was thoughtful and quiet. I thought she might ask me to never do it again. Instead she said “If you bring in a man again you might have to share.” This seemed to be a big green light! I asked her if she could bring her own man in.

So bit by bit, she working on her boyfriend and me on mine, we progressed. One evening I took a chance, shoved our books aside and ‘attacked’ my guy in front the other two. I openly squeezed him where it counts, and pressed his hand to my chest. My guy was shocked but sort of went along. I took him into the bedroom, deliberately leaving the door partly open. I left a dim lamp on in the bedroom while I stripped, letting anyone in the living room watch through the slightly open door. I tried to strip my guy but he went to the end of the room to undress and quickly jumped under the covers. He wanted the light off but I said I was too horny to think about it. I had no trouble making enough movement and noise for those in the living room. Maxine told me later this had a wonderful effect on her boyfriend who stripped himself and her, and did her on the couch.

It wasn’t long before Maxine and her boyfriend made it in her bed while I and my boyfriend made it in mine. Over time the blankets and sheets came off. Both of us couples were completely naked, totally turned on, and bravely making love openly. Then I changed the system, and while my roommate was getting it I told my boyfriend to pause so I could watch. She handled and enticed her guy very well! I loved the sounds they made. My boyfriend was definitely stimulated too. He went at me with gusto, showing off his big wiener and skills while I went into ecstasies. Maxine and I decided we would definitely keep rooming together until we finished college.

I kept pushing the adventure. One night I moved the beds right next to each other. There was some groping going on from one bed to the other. Then, almost as a joke, we flipped coins to see who slept with whom. Two times running I ended up with my boyfriend. The third time we had to switch partners. How lovely it was to watch while my boyfriend and Maxine explored each other and got progressively excited. The eventual penetration, the rhythmic pumping, the cries and moans, the big release. I got the other guy to wait and watch with me, during which time I felt his big cock against my leg, and then in my hand. Then he and I gave a complete show for my boyfriend and Maxine. The guy came before me so I had him bring myself off with his hand. While he was stroking me my boyfriend and Maxine crawled over and helped by kissing and manipulating my nipples. I was in ecstasies but didn’t come. Finally Maxine’s friend got big and hard again, and went slowly and strongly and rhythmically into me again.When I came my boyfriend had to stifle my screams by covering my mouth.

The next year my roommate got a new boyfriend, Henry––maybe a little naive as a freshman but a handsome lad. Maxine and I of course attempted to inveigle him into our games. We arranged for him to come over for dinner one night when we would execute our plan. We lit candles and had good wine on hand. I was bra-less, wore a very skimpy top and little shorts which tended to ride up. Maxine was in a low-cut short dress. Henry arrived. He looked intellectual, athletic, and rather polite. After Maxine’s delicious lasagna we brought Henry to the living room for more wine and conversation. My roommate used her great décolletage, and kept bringing the subject back to his previous girlfriends. I sat nearby, very attentive, my bare legs stretched out. He never had a chance. A big bulge appeared in his pants. Maxine placed her hand on his leg, as if she didn’t notice the bulge, and casually worked it closer. Meanwhile I was leaning forward exposing more cleavage and more interest. Henry broke into a helpless big smile.

"Well, friends" I said, "if I have another glass of wine I'm going to want to play strip poker!" I looked at Henry and asked, "Should I have another wine?"

He looked at Maxine who smiled encouragingly, nodding her head. Poor Henry had evidently never been in such a situation before and said, "You're sure it would be all right?" If he had a boner he sat in a way that minimized a view of it.

Maxine, bless her heart, said, "Barb thinks people should see each other naked, and I've come to appreciate it as well. It's fun!" And, "Listen, if you're afraid because you might get a hardon don't be. It's perfectly natural."

So ol' Henry, sounding dubious, said, "Well, I guess so." I said my boyfriend should be there as well. I called him. He said his term paper was well enough along, and even if it wasn’t he didn’t want to miss out. I turned up the thermostat a little. Ten minutes later he arrived with a big smile and another nice bottle of vino.

With the wine, candles, sensual talk and skimpy clothes at least three of us were deliciously ready. We made rules. Everyone started with 7 pieces of clothing. Whenever clothing had to go it would be removed by the opposite sex, but not by the boyfriend or girlfriend. I ‘inadvertently’ touched sensitive areas when I had to remove something from Henry. My boyfriend pretended he was shy of Maxine but I knew he was kidding. I so much wanted to be naked I deliberately tried to lose poker hands. Maxine and my boy were also excellent losers. Henry actually tried to win but had bad luck. I was topless when I got to pull off his boxers. His erection stood out proud and strong. In spite of my horrendous card play I was the last to get completely naked. When Henry slowly slid my panties down my legs I shuddered uncontrollably.

Now what? I suggested that perhaps everyone was “tired” and we should all go to the bedroom. I knew the beds were still pushed together. Henry made some noises about maybe it was time for him to go home, but we girls surrounded his naked body with our naked bodies. Maxine squeezed his boner. Finally, with a big helpless smile, he said he actually was real tired and needed to lie down. Into the bedroom we went.

Soon my boyfriend and I were at it. Maxine and Henry watched from the other bed. I saw Henry smiling helplessly. I saw his big erection in waiting. I was so excited. I escalated quickly and loudly and so did my boyfriend. After recovering we watched the others. They quickly shot into paradise. And then my boyfriend and I went at it again! I let all my emotions out. The second coming, under the eyes of the others, almost carried me away to the next world.

Thanks for suffering through the story of my weird predilection.