Kristen’s Peephole
By: Date: 2023.12.23. Categories: Just Wife Stories Tags: , , , ,

After that night things changed in my life. I had never
seriously considered sex with another woman before. I
had never even thought about gay sex before, I like the
big stiff Nordic cock that Jeff has to offer too much
to ever switch genders, but I had to admit that the
encounter with Carmen was something I’d never forget. About noon, Carmen knocked on my door. “Hey honey,
how’re we feeling? You were really hot last night!” She smiled, with eyes sparkling, “I stopped by to drill
a hole today; that okay with you?” “Yes, I guess so. I’m not sure that after last night
I’m up for much anytime soon. I feel sated like I’ve
never been before.” Carmen said, “That’s okay with me honey, you can watch
tonight, I’ll be the one doing the entertaining!” I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to really
watch another couple making love. When I thought about
what Carmen had said, I began to feel instant sexual
excitement again. I was surprised; only a moment ago
I would have sworn that I’d had enough to last a week. Carmen drilled a one inch hole in the wall above my
bed, and when I mentioned that a hole that large would
be pretty obvious, she smiled and reached into the bag
she’d brought with her and pulled out a little wall
mirror. It wasn’t more than 10 inches across, but it
had an interesting frame and looked nice hanging on
the wall. We had to rearrange the furniture so that my
bed would be on the far wall to offer a good view from
the peephole. When we were done moving the big stuff, Carmen sug-
gested that I check out the peephole for height and
field of vision. I pulled out my little two-step
stepladder and climbed to eye level with the mirror.
Taking it off the wall and handing it to Carmen, I
looked though the hole. I realized that the mirror on
her side was still in place, but that I could see the
whole room without obstruction. “They’re two-way mirrors aren’t they?” I asked, knowing
full well that that was exactly what they were. “Yup, they are. So can you see all right?” Carmen
asked. “Yes, perfectly. I still can’t believe we’re doing
something this perverted! If my mother knew about this,
I don’t know what she’d do! And Jeff, well I just have
no idea what he’d say.” I was blushing at the thought
of Jeff finding out about our little setup. -=*=- That night Jeff showed up, and so did Peter, so we had
to put things off for a night. Jeff wanted to have sex,
so after watching “Merlin” on ABC, we went to bed with
sex on our minds. I was feeling a little guilty about
the sex I’d had behind Jeff’s back, and maybe wanted
to prove to myself that I was “all woman,” at any rate
I was planning on giving him some great sex that night.
And he knew it too, because when I suggest starting off
with a shared shower, he knows that I plan on eating
him up! We stripped and headed for the bathroom. Jeff was al-
ready standing in front of the shower doors, adjusting
the water temperature as I was discarding my T-shirt
and bra. As I turned to follow him, I heard a knock
from Carmen’s side of the wall. There were three
knocks, then three more. It was our prearranged signal
that the other was watching. (We had decided to use the
knock signal the first time or two, so there would be
no doubt.) As I stood there naked, I know I must have looked like
a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming Mack
truck. I hadn’t prepared. Was Peter watching me stand-
ing there stark naked? I had thought we weren’t going
to do anything tonight. Then I realized that Carmen had probably told Peter
about our little arrangement in the hopes of loosening
him up a little. The whole scenario ran through my mind
as I stood there staring at the mirror. Carmen wanted
to get her husband back into the swinging mode, and
letting him watch us fucking would be a big start down
that road. All of a sudden, I felt a little used, but
that feeling only served to make me more aroused. I smiled and turned toward the bathroom. Then I noticed
that you could see straight through the bathroom door
to the shower doors. I felt a moment’s jealousy when I
realized that Carmen would be able to see my man in all
his finery. I had expected to see Peter first, the
thought had never even crossed my mind about how I’d
feel letting them see my man naked. Then the thought popped into my mind that if Carmen was
successful in her aim, she’d want to have sex with
Jeff, and Peter would be fucking me. This was too much
to take in all at once! All I knew was that I was
super-horny being on display before a strange man’s
eyes. I wondered if he had an erection because of me,
then I wondered if it was Carmen at the peephole
looking at Jeff’s semi-erect Viking cock dangling
heavily before her gaze. Time to stop thinking about it and have some fun! If having sex with Jeff while being watched was any-
where as good as the sex I’d had last night, well then
I guessed I was glad that Carmen had talked Peter into
watching us tonight. I put on my slinky walk, and glided on air toward my
man. He had just stepped into the shower as I came up
behind him. I stepped in and let the water that was
cascading off his broad back splash onto my front. Jeff
turned to face me with his Jeff smile spread lustily
across his handsome face. (I love Jeff, he’s really
very straight forward about life, and he’s a god in
bed.) Jeff reached around me to close the shower door. I let
him do it without protest, but was determined not to do
my usual shower routine. When I want to reward him
for being good, I usually make him come twice, once
in the shower, and once in bed; between my legs.
I knew he’d be disappointed, but I also knew I could
make it up to him later on the bed, where our
neighbors could watch. I became lost in the sensation of wet soapy skin
touching wet soapy skin. I love to rub, and squeeze,
and to be rubbed and squeezed in the shower. After Jeff
had soaped my breasts, and had knelt down to soap
between my legs, I was finding my resolve breaking
down. I just knew that I wouldn’t be able to resist,
when it was my turn to soap his body. Damn, I was right. When he had me clean inside and out,
it was all I could do to stand. My legs were trembling
under me as I squeezed some liquid body soap into my
hand and rubbed them together. Slowly, savoring the
feel of his soapy skin I ran my hands down his chest,
around his nipples, and on down his muscley stomach.
When my hands made contact with his beautiful straining
cock, I stepped up close to him, rubbing my very erect
nipples against his chest while reaching down to soap
his smooth cock and massage slimy soap into his heavy
balls. Oh, the feel of Jeff’s soapy genitalia is some-
thing to experience! That thought made me involuntarily think of our
neighbors. Would Carmen get to feel these wonderful
parts, what would she think while she was standing in
my shower, with my boyfriend, massaging his nuts. The
thought thrilled me, and then what would it feel like
to do this to Peter, maybe while Jeff watched… All of a sudden I noticed that Jeff was groaning and
leaning back against the shower wall. In my fantasy
world, I had been fucking two men, but in the real
world, I was jacking off my man’s soapy cock and he
looked like he wasn’t going to get out of the shower
without coming. Damn! I quickly took the overhead
shower nozzle off its hook and aimed it directly on
Jeff’s long hard cock to give it a quick rinse. At the
same time I bumped into the shower door and it swung
open. It didn’t really matter with the shower nozzle
hanging down from it’s hose. I think I would have
normally closed the door anyway, but not tonight! (I
heard three faint knocks again.) Jeff was still standing trembling against the shower
wall, now in full view of our neighbors, and I was
looking at the tip of his shiny wet cock swinging in
the cooling air. I love Jeff’s cock, especially when
it’s squeaky clean from the shower. I could tell he
was going to come, so I wrapped the fingers of my
right hand around his burning shaft, grabbed his nuts
with my other hand and squeezed, as I knelt in front
of his strong tanned body. I knew I had total control
over him at that moment. I could cause him pain, or
give him pleasure. (I have always chosen pleasure!) One more squeeze on his large cock shaft, and the first
spurt of hot white sperm jumped out onto my chest. I
couldn’t help myself, with a moan of sexual pleasure I
sunk his big hot wet cock as deeply as I possibly could
into my mouth. I felt the next surge of hot cum pulse
into the back of my throat almost making my gag reflex
take over. I tightened my stomach muscles and began
bobbing my lips up and down my man’s wonderful cock.
(God, I love Jeff!) I could hear him groaning as he released himself in my
mouth. I made a special show of swallowing. Girls don’t
have an Adam’s Apple, but you can still tell when they
are swallowing. I was sexually super-charged knowing that people were
actually watching us! I knew they must be touching each
other on the other side of the wall. They had to be
going crazy over there, but at that moment, they were
only an after-thought to me as I lapped up the last of
Jeff’s hot sperm with my tongue. He was so sensitive
by then that his whole body jerked each time my tongue
ran across his sensitive cock head. (Yes, this was
really fun!) We dried each other as we usually did, and I went
downstairs to get a couple of ice teas. It’s always
an adventure to go to the kitchen with no clothes on.
My apartment is really two rooms, one on top of the
other, with a spiral staircase running three floors up
near the front opening of the house. My kitchen, living
room and balcony are on ‘my first floor’ (second floor
of the house) and my bedroom and bathroom and on the
next floor up (third floor). So when you go out to the
kitchen, you’re really going out where anyone could
look up the stairwell and see you. I do it all the
time, and so far I don’t think anyone has seen me. So, when I got back and after we had our tea, we began
to mess around again and began to get really horny all
over again. I knew that Carmen and her husband were
probably fucking each other right then as Jeff and I
lay in each other’s arms. I could hear their bedsprings
giving off a rhythmic squeaking sound. I was so tempted
to go over and remove the mirror to watch them that it
was almost a physical thing. The thought of Peter’s
sperm transferring from his body into Carmen’s at that
very moment was such a turn-on for me. Peter making his
little deposit in my friend, because Jeff and I had
turned him on. I couldn’t wait any longer. I climbed
onto Jeff and began stroking his wondrous love tool to
get it fully hard. I wanted to ride him until I came. Jeffrey had other ideas though. He reached up and grab-
bed my breasts and began to massage them with his big
strong hands. I could feel wonderful sensations between
my legs each time he twisted a nipple. Then he just
picked me up and laid me down on the bed. It never
fails to give me a rush when he effortlessly lifts me
up like I’m a feather and places me where ever he wants
my body to be. I always feel so weak and vulnerable in
comparison to that Viking strength of his. While I lay there waiting for Jeff to pleasure me, I
heard the faint three knock signal again. (Boy, they
must fuck like a couple of rabbits!) The thought of
Peter mounting Carmen and humping her like an animal
made me even more juicy, just as Jeff thrust his
tongue deep inside my pussy. “Hmmm, we’re certainly ready tonight,” he said with a
chuckle. If he only knew, I thought. He started hitting all the right places making me
squirm around under his tongue. After a couple of
minutes of pure animal pleasure, I grabbed his hair
and pulled his moist face to mine. We kissed – deeply
– as I took what I gave. I love kissing. If you know
me at all, you already know that about me. I could
kiss all night long; well, in between the love making
of course! After a while, I felt that we should give our voyeur
neighbors some more action to keep them happy and
pulling my lips away from Jeff’s, I said, “Fuck me,
caveman! Give me some of that horse dick of yours! I
need it deep, and hard, get those rocks off in me
baby! (Jeff likes a little dirty talk, especially about his
wonderful maleness, which is easy for me, because I
like to talk dirty to him.) “Come on, make me bleed, fuck me so hard that I’ll
scream for mercy! Stretch me so wide that I’ll be
ruined for any other man! Come on, honey! I need a
big cock rammed in me, fuck me like an animal!” (Yes, that’s what I really say when we’re doing it. I
know it sounds corny in print, but believe me, when
Jeff has that big beautiful cock poised, it all works
very well; thank you!) I watched him as he rose up over me, muscles standing
out on his biceps. He was poised over my opened body as
if he was doing pushups. His massive cock was so tense
that even in that pose it was almost tight against his
stomach. I held my breath. . . My animal man lowered
his body in a quick thrust and entered me in one try.
Jeff has that knack, either we’re perfectly matched or
he’s very talented, but he can get really wild and
still hit home 99 percent of the time. “Oh. . .!!” I was instantly full of male cock. He had thrust all the way home and was straining his
pubic bone hard against my mound. To be instantly full,
and to be so wet is the ultimate ecstasy for me. One
of the things I like best about fucking is the feeling
of being filled up. There’s nothing like it in the
world. It gives me a “complete” feeling I didn’t have
only a moment before. And Jeff fills me up soooo
nicely. As Jeff drilled me with his rigid manhood, I could hear
noise in the next apartment. The mirror began to move.
I couldn’t concentrate on it, because Jeff became the
animal I had called him. He began to jab me, pulling
all the way out then thrusting to the hilt, and grind-
ing himself against my clitoris. Pull out, thrust to
the hilt, again and again. Faster and faster, my whole
body was being jerked around underneath his animal
power. I felt helpless, just like a rag doll, as he
used me for his animal pleasure. “Fu-u-c-k m-e, f-u-c-k-m-e-h-a-r-d-e-r, f-u-c-k-m-e
l-i-k-e a-n a-n-i-m-a-l. . .” I was starting to
hyperventilate because I could only breathe at the
moments that Jeff was pulling out of me. As he crashed
back into my body, my breath was forced out of me, so
I had to take quick shallow breaths to keep some
oxygen in me. I heard a crash, it sounded like the windows of my
apartment were breaking, then a mind-numbing orgasm
surged through my body, radiating from our union point
out through my fingertips. All of a sudden I noticed
that Jeff had stopped thrusting into me, he was holding
me in a bear-hug as his body quivered on top of me and
inside me. In a moment of sanity, I felt the first gush
of his hot sperm shoot into my womb, then another
orgasmic contraction took hold of my body and I forgot
even to breathe. When it was all over we lay sweetly in each others arms
as we are accustomed to do after great sex. After a
time, when the blood slowed its rushing through our
veins, and the ocean noises quieted in our ears, we
both sat up and listened to the racket going on in the
Mallory’s apartment. Anyone who cared to listen would
know exactly what was going on over there!

Jeff said, “What the hell?” He got off the bed and went directly to the little one
inch hole in the wall. The mirror was on the floor in
a million pieces, and he had to step carefully so he
wouldn’t cut his feet. I watched his musclely butt
flex as he stood on his toes to look though the peep-
hole. I held my breath as I waited for his reaction. The
noise coming from the other room was getting louder,
I could hear Carmen moaning loudly. What would Jeff
do when he realized that our neighbors had been
watching him fuck me? Would he be disgusted with what
a pervert I am for letting them watch us? He stood at the peep-hole for the longest time. I
admired his body as his legs began to strain from
being on tip-toe for so long.

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