I looked at John lying on the couch.  My husband, lying there, reading.  Our
evening at home together.  I wanted something to happen.

I put my book aside and watched him for a bit.  He didn't notice, but just kept
reading.  I slid out of my chair, kneeling next to his feet.  He glanced at me
and smiled.  And returned to his reading.  He wanted to finish the book.

I wanted something else.

I reached for his zipper.  I unzipped as quickly as I could and unsnapped his
jeans.  I had his cock in my hand in seconds.  I sensed him lowering the book.

I didn't look at him--only at his cock.  I *know* he likes that.

I leaned over and opened my mouth.  Yes, it was hardening as I took it in.  I
know he likes this.  I wrapped my tongue around it and sucked.  Then I pressed my
lips and tongue on it and pushed down 'til I felt it at the back of my throat. 
And drew up.  And down.  I still kept my eyes on his cock.  It was very hard.  I
continued, not stopping.

I knew his eyes were on me.  A peripheral glance revealed that he was still
holding the book up.  But I knew: he was looking past it at me.  And if he
wasn't, he certainly couldn't be concentrating on anything else.  I continued to
slide my lips and tongue up and down the shaft of his cock.  I thought about
swallowing it, taking it all the way down my throat.  I can't do that, but I
thought about it.

He was harder still.  I could tel that he was on the verge.  I didn't stop. I
wanted him--I wanted his orgasm right then and there.  I wanted him to give it to
me whether he wished to or not.  I didn't stop.

I felt it.  The pulsations, his involuntary spasms.  The liquid in my throat and
mouth.  I swallowed.  I didn't look at him at all--only his cock.

I sucked and sucked even while it softened.  I sucked it clean, leaving nothing. 
I still didn't look.

I withdrew my mouth, still sucking as I withdrew.  My lips made a kissing sound
when they left it behind.  Finally I looked at him, doing my best not to smile. 
He was looking at me with half-closed eyelids.  He wasn't smiling either.

"Lie on the floor," he said.  He hadn't moved.  He seemed so serious.  It was the
first thing either of us said since we'd started reading.  I wondered what was
coming.  I'd never done anything like this to him--we didn't have any usual
little ritual to follow.  I slid back down to the carpet, and lay on my back,
looking at him, my knees raised in the air.

"On your side--face me."  He hadn't moved.  I did it.

"Bring yourself off."

I was stunned.  I guess I had surprised him and now he had returned the favor.

I considered.  I could stop it all.  I could break the mood.

I didn't want to break the mood.  I realized I could make myself do what he
asked.  I'd just sucked his cock without his prompting.  I could be wanton.  I
unsnapped the front of my shorts and slipped my hand into the waist, inside my
underpants.  I drew my knees up in front of my hand, lying on my side, almost in
fetal position.  I didn't take my eyes off him.  And he didn't take his eyes off
mine--we stared at each other.

I was wet.  I fingered, obeying.  Obeying my husband.  I didn't care: this was
just a little game.  Our eyes were still locked.  I wanted him.  I wanted to
come.  But he'd already come and it was my doing.  I fingered.

It felt good--very good.  Yes, I can do myself better than he can.  I hate to say
that, but there it is.  I felt my breathing picking up.  I realized I was
breathing through my mouth.  He still looked at me, never glancing away.  I liked
that he was looking at me, my face.  He wanted to see what I was thinking,
feeling.

It felt *so* good.  What *was* I?  Sucking his cock, then brazenly masturbating
in front of him.  For his pleasure.  And mine.

He slipped off the couch, onto the floor.  He was sitting next to me, then he was
pulling my rear up so I was face down, on my knees and the side of my head.  He
was behind me and I felt my shorts being pulled down, and my underpants.

He was hard again.  It was absolutely true--he was hard as a rock all ready. And
I was ready.  I didn't stop fingering myself.  I couldn't see him behind me, but
there was no ignoring him.  It felt so good inside me.  I wanted to die.

I blinked.  My mind spun for a second or two and I realized I'd seen a face. In
the window!  I was facing the window above the couch and for a brief time, I'd
seen someone peeking between the curtain and the side of the window.  A woman--my
next-door neighbor, Cathie.  My mind raced.  She'd been stopping by about
something and had glanced in the window.  Now she was racing back home, thinking
who-knows-what.

Suddenly, I didn't care.  If you peek like that, you get what you deserve.
Certainly the feeling of his cock continuing to stroke took my mind off my
embarrassment.  I wated to come.  I fingered and fingered.  He didn't stop. I
guess he could stay because he had come before--he was still so hard and he
didn't stop.

It was so long.  I knew he'd speed up.  I loved it when he didn't but I knew he
would and I wanted to come.  We did it so long I was nearly crazy.

I *wanted* him to speed up.  I loved so much what he was doing and I wanted... I
wanted *more*, I wanted to climax.

"So you were obviously enjoying yourself."  Cathie, the next day.  I hadn't been
sure we'd be comfortable facing each other, but she was over, and obviously
wasn't going to let the subject rest.

I didn't like talking about it and had to force myself to seem casual: "Well,
*you* were the one enjoying the show."  Once the words had come out of my mouth,
I couldn't believe I'd said it.

She looked at me, and I could tell she could see right through my discomfiture. 
She smiled, seeming a little amused at my performance.  But it was a good-natured
smile and I felt the urge to laugh at myself with her.

"You know what *you* should do?" she asked.  I realized she now was looking
devious.

"What?"

"Fair is fair."  She was still smiling.  "You should spy on me and Tim."  I
stared at her.

I stared in the window.  I couldn't believe I was doing this, peeking in their
kitchen window, that same evening.  There was no stopping Cathie--she'd extracted
my promise, and quietly checked when the time came to see that I really was
there.  I could see them sitting in the family room, watching TV.

Cathie stood up.  She got in front of Tim, then actually stepped right onto his
easy chair, putting a foot on each side of him, just inside each chair arm.  But
she'd lowered her body so she was crouching in front of him, her hands on the
back of the chair to steady herself.  Her legs were so long and slender and
limber.

He looked up at her.  She lowered her head toward him and kissed him on the lips.
 I wanted to leave.  She'd made me promise I wouldn't.  But I wanted to stay,
too.  Yes, I was hooked.

They kissed.  It was sweet.  I thought about John--maybe I could do something
like that.

Suddenly Tim was on his feet, somehow holding Cathie under his right arm.  He was
definitely strong.  He had her shorts off and he pulled off her top and she was
completely naked!  Still holding her, he walked right over to the window where I
was peeking in!  I ducked.

I heard noises, then breathing.  The window was open, just a screen between them
and me.  I lifted my head a little and found Cathie looking out the window. 
There was a table in front of the window and she was apparently face down on it. 
I raised my head a little more and saw the top ofTim's head--he was standing
behind her.  Cathie was breathing deeply--she couldn't seem to get her breath.  I
could see her eyes, they were unfocused.  She jerked, her head and her whole body
jerked toward the window.  Again, then again.  She was breathing harder still.  I
was inches from her face, watching her.  I saw her eyes focus on me.  It was like
she hadn't seen me before and now she did.  She kissed the air in front of me and
then grinned.  All the while, her body was jerking.  Then she kissed the air
again, then her eyes went out of focus again though she was still right there in
front of me.  She was breathing so hard. My hand slipped in the elastic band of
my shorts and into the front of my underpants.  She was vocalizing on each
breath, still jerking.

I slipped to the side of the window and stood higher, careful to remain out of
Tim's site.  I could see more of her body and the side of his hip.  He appeared
to be naked as much as I could see.  He held her wrists behind her with both his
hands and pounded into her.  Her body continued to jerk each time he pushed.  Her
naked back.  She started moaning, louder and louder.  My fingers inside my
underpants didn't stop.  She yelled.  I came.