We carried on meeting sometimes and I was now a full time voyeur - any opportunity I could in the mornings I’d be looking to see if I could see Carl or Helen. I did, occasionally seeing her dressing or changing and Carl being naked; he of course knew that I could see.
Carl and I enjoyed talking about Helen and me watching her, while we sucked each other and played with underwear. I’d had him in my bed, where he could wear my wife’s knickers for me and I’d push my cock against his hole or we would 69. He loved to cum in my mouth and I enjoyed shooting my spunk over his arse or cock and sending him home all sticky and spent.
But then, one Friday, Carl’s car had gone and I was in the garden doing jobs, when a van pulled up. It was an electrician, a local guy I knew called Tom, who had been doing some work across the road. We chatted, as I’d known him vaguely for some years, about work and kids, and Tom was telling me about an intermittent fault Carl had complained about. Anyone who has been an engineer or tradie knows how annoying intermittent faults are, and how frustrating it can be to sort them out!
Tom disappeared down their drive, rapped the back door and Helen, expecting him, welcomed him in. She waved at me, and I did the same, thinking little of it. Tom was a little younger than me, thick set and dark - stubbly - and not bad looking. He had a good rep as a domestic spark and was in demand, I’d seen him around our estate a fair bit over the years.
Some time later I was indoors and glanced across at their house, purely out of habit. I saw Tom on a pair of steps, in Helen and Carl’s bedroom, working on the ceiling fitting. He was reaching up, his t-shirt riding up slightly, as he tested the cables. I wasn’t interested particularly until I saw Helen come into the room carrying a cuppa for Tom, which she placed down out of sight and they talked while he finished up the steps.
Helen stepped forwards, and I watched open-mouthed as I saw her hand reach out and up Tom’s thigh, running up into his crotch, gently caressing his bulge. Tom was smiling and getting on so this was obviously no surprise to him! She unbuttoned his fly and reached her hand in, causing Tom to pause his work, concentration broken. Tom withdrew and climbed down the steps, putting his tools down on the ladder. Helen sank to her knees, out of my sight, but I could clearly make out that she had Tom’s cock out as his head fell back and his body swayed slowly.
I watched as Tom reached out and grabbed Helen’s head, proceeding to fuck her face hard and roughly. It wasn’t long before Tom obviously came, pulling his cock out of Helen’s mouth, and she appeared again standing up. I watched her show Tom her open mouth full of his cum, which he greedily lapped up as they met and kissed.
Holy shit.
I wasn’t sure what to think: that Tom liked the taste of cum, that Helen was a naughty wife, or that Carl probably didn’t know her secret. What to do next…? |
