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About noon, Carmen knocked on my door, and when I opened it she greeted me with a big smile. "Hi honey, how're we feeling? You were really hot last night!" Her eyes sparkled. "I've stopped by to drill that hole. Okay with you?"
"Um, yes, I guess so... though after last night I'm not sure I'll be up for much anytime soon. I feel sated like I've never been before," I said rather nervously.
Carmen didn't seem at all put out. "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 feel like to watch another couple making love, but as I thought about her words I began to feel sexually excited again. I surprised myself; only a moment ago I could have sworn that I'd had enough to last a week.
Carmen drilled a one-inch-diameter hole in the wall above my bed. When I protested that a hole that large would be too obvious she smiled and reached into a bag she'd brought with her. She pulled out a little wall mirror, which she proceeded to fix neatly over the hole. The mirror wasn't more than ten inches across, but it had an interesting frame and looked nice on the wall.
We had to rearrange the furniture, putting my bed against the far wall so that it offered a good view from the peephole. When we were done moving the big stuff, Carmen suggested that I check out the peephole for height and field of vision, so I pulled out my little stepladder and climbed up to eye level with the mirror. Taking it off the wall and handing it to Carmen, I looked though the hole into the next room.
I realized that Carmen had already installed a mirror in her room, but that I could see the whole room without obstruction. "They're two-way mirrors, aren't they?" I asked, though I already knew the answer.
"Yup, they are. So, can you see all right?" she asked.
"Perfectly. But I still can't believe we're doing something this perverted! If my mother knew about this, I'd never hear the end of it! As for Jeff, well I'm afraid to guess what he'd say."
I was extremely nervous about Jeff discovering our little setup.
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That night Jeff showed up, and so did Peter, so we postponed the plan for a night. Jeff was feeling horny, so after watching some TV we went to bed, with sex on our minds.
I felt a bit guilty about the sex I'd had with Carmen behind Jeff's back, and I suppose I wanted to prove to myself that I was "all woman" because it was my intent to give Jeff some great sex that night.
He knew it too, because whenever I suggest starting off with a shared shower he knows that I mean to eat him up!
Jeff stripped and headed for the bathroom. He stood in front of the shower doors, adjusting the water temperature, while I discarded my T-shirt and bra in the bedroom. I was about to follow him when I heard a knock from Carmen's side of the wall; three knocks, then three more. It was our prearranged signal, which we'd decided to use for the first couple of times, and indicated that someone was watching.
Standing there naked, I must have looked like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming Mack truck. I hadn't prepared myself for this. Might Peter be watching me standing there stark naked?
I had assumed there'd be no peeping tonight, and I guessed that Carmen had told Peter about our little arrangement in hopes of loosening him up a little.
The scenario ran through my head as I stared at the mirror. Carmen wanted to get her husband back into the swinging mode, and letting him watch us fuck would be a good start down that road, I guessed.
I felt a little used but, surprisingly, that served only to arouse me. I smiled and turned toward the bathroom. Then I noticed that you could see straight through the bathroom door to the shower. I felt a momentary annoyance that Carmen could be looking at my man in all his glory.
I had prepared myself to look at Peter, but I hadn't given any thought to how I might feel about others seeing my man naked. Then the thought popped into my mind that if Carmen succeeded in her aim with Peter, getting him into the swinger lifestyle again, then she'd want to have sex with Jeff since we'd be the couple who lived closest to them. And Peter would then be after me. It was too much to take in all at once, so I just put it out of my mind.
All I knew was that I felt super-horny, displaying myself to a strange man. I wondered if he had an erection because of me. Then I wondered if it was Carmen at the peephole, with Jeff's semi-erect Viking cock dangling invitingly before her vision.
It was time to stop thinking and have some fun! If being watched was going to make having sex with Jeff as good as it promised, then I was glad she'd talked Peter into watching us.
I turned and walked into the bathroom. Jeff had just stepped into the shower when I came up behind him. The water cascade off his broad back and splash my front. He turned to face me, his Jeff smile wreathing his handsome face. (I do love Jeff. He's very straightforward about life, and a god in bed!)
He reached behind me to close the shower door. I let him do it but I was determined, this time, not to perform my usual shower routine with him. When I want to reward Jeff for being good, I usually make him come twice - once in the shower, and once in bed.
I knew he would be disappointed, but I intended making it up to him on the bed, where our neighbors could watch us.
I soon became lost in the sensation of wet soapy skin touching wet soapy skin. I love to rub, and to squeeze, and to be rubbed and squeezed by soapy hands in the shower.
After Jeff had soaped my breasts, and had knelt down to soap between my legs, I found my resolve breaking down. I just knew I wouldn't be able to hold back when it was my turn to soap his body.
Damn, I was right! When he had me clean, both inside and out, it was all I could do to stand up. My legs were trembling as I squeezed some liquid body soap into my hands and rubbed them together. Slowly, savoring the feel of his soapy skin, I ran my hands down Jeff's chest, around his nipples, and on down his muscley stomach.
When I reached his beautiful straining cock, I stepped right up close, rubbing my very erect nipples against his chest while reaching down soapy hands to fondle his cock and massage his heavy balls.
To feel Jeff's soapy cock is an awesome experience! That's the only time I feel a little jealous of men. They have this wonderful toy just hanging there whenever they want it; it's just there for them like a gift.
I began to jack-off Jeff's big stiff pole and suddenly thought of our neighbors. Would Carmen get to feel these body parts in her turn, and what would go through her mind while she massaged my boyfriend's nuts in the shower? The thought made me shiver.
And what would it feel like for me to do this to Peter, maybe while Jeff watched? I suddenly noticed that Jeff was groaning and leaning back against the shower wall. In my fantasy I'd been fucking two men, but in the real world I'd been jacking-off Jeff's soapy cock, and it looked as though he was about to come. Damn!
I quickly reached up and took the overhead shower nozzle off its hook and aimed it directly at Jeff's erection to give it a quick rinse. At the same time I bumped open the shower door.
I would have normally closed the door again, but not tonight! (I'd heard another three faint knocks.) Jeff was still standing, leaning against the shower wall moaning, now in full view of our voyeur neighbors. And I contemplated the tip of his shiny wet cock, swaying in the cooling air. (I love Jeff's cock, especially when it's squeaky clean from the shower.)
I could tell he was on the verge of coming, so I wrapped my fingers around his shaft with one hand, grabbed his nuts with the other and squeezed lightly as I knelt in front of him. I had total control over him at that moment, either to cause him pain or to give him pleasure (so far I've always chosen pleasure!).
One more squeeze on his stiff shaft, and the first string of hot white come spurted onto my chest. I couldn't stop myself, and with an ecstatic moan I sank down on his big wet cock taking it into my mouth as deeply as I could.
The next surge of hot come pulsed into the back of my throat, almost making my gag reflex take over. I tightened my stomach muscles and began swooping my lips up and down my man's supercock. (God, I love Jeff!)
I could hear him groaning as he let himself go in my mouth. I made a big show of swallowing his come. Girls don't have an Adam's Apple, but it's still possible to tell when they're swallowing. I was sexually super- charged at that point, knowing that people were watching us, and probably touching each other up on the other side of the wall.
They had to be going crazy over there, but they were only an afterthought to me as I lapped up the last of Jeff's hot sperm.
He was so sensitive by the time I let him go that his whole body jerked each time my tongue ran across his cock head. (I really had fun with that!)