JumpMyBones
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Peter Gill's heart beat was slowing, but -- still clutching his wife's body close to his -- he could feel that Eleanor's was still pounding rapidly. He purred with a familiar touch of sexual humor in his voice, "That was good for you, I take it?"
Ellie laughed, playfully slapping her husband's bare buttocks with one long-fingered hand. "My god, Peter. It just .... oh god, it just keeps getting better."
The Gills had married three years ago, after dating two years before that. And through that entire time, neither of them could recall a moment of bad sex ever having taken place between them. And, like the now 28 year old Ellie had told her 32 year old husband, it just kept getting better.
There was an irony in their sex life, though. The adventurous pair enjoyed their current sex life with one another so entirely and so deeply, and yet they still often discussed how they could expand their sexual horizons without ruining what they already had together.
"She's there again," Pete whispered into his wife's ear. "I can see her peeking over the wall ... between the Hollies."
"I wanna look," Ellie whispered back. He warned her that if she turned, the voyeur would know that she had been caught and would disappear, likely never to be identified. "Next time, we sit so that I can see the wall."
With the coming of warm, summer weather, the couple had taken to often making love out in their backyard. It seemed private enough: the closest house was more than 200 feet away, three sides of their backyard were shielded by eight foot high cinder block walls; and, living on the side of a hill overlooking the City below, they could only be seen from that direction by a peeping tom more than a mile away through either a telescope or pair of high powered binoculars.
And to be totally honest, the couple didn't much care if someone watched them or not. They weren't exhibitionists, per se. But they also weren't shy when stripped down for love making.
This afternoon, as with previous days when they'd been watched, the couple was making love out on the deck. Pete was sitting on a cushion at the pool's edge, feet dangling in water up to his ankles. And Ellie was sitting in his lap, her long, legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Their arms clutched one another tightly, pulling their bodies together as one.
Ellie loved this position. Pete's above average length cock rubbed directly over her clit as he pulled her lower body to and fro, sometimes making her cum three or four times before the muscles of his strong, athletic body needed a rest.
And Pete loved it as well, because -- aside from leading him to one, sometimes two explosive orgasms -- it allowed him to hold and see and manipulate Ellie's body before him in a way that no other position did. He reveled in watching her writhe in his lap, her deep moans becoming sharp cries becoming a long, loud scream of ecstasy as her entire being erupted in euphoria.
"Who do you think he is?" Ellie asked softly, kissing at her husband's neck as she enjoyed the afterglow of her last orgasm. "And should we be concerned."
"She," Pete corrected, pulling her closer to him to feel her pussy envelope him more fully. "And no, I don't think so. I haven't seen a camera ... camera phone ... whatever."
"Women don't peep," she whispered, biting him playfully on the shoulder. "That's a guy thing. That's why they call'em Peeping Toms".
"Bull shit," Pete said, ramming his cock into her as punishment and causing her to cry a bit, then giggle. "I can see her head ... her face. It's a her. It's a Peeping Tom-oko."
Ellie laughed. "Tomoko...? What the hell is that?"
"It's a girl's name ... Asian," he explained. He shrugged. "It was the first name that came to me."
Ellie laughed at her husband, then pulled herself tightly against him again. After a moment she suggested concerning their voyeur, "Let's find out."
"Find out what?" Pete asked, then realizing what Ellie was suggesting, asked, "Whatcha got in mind?"
She pressed her mouth to his ear and whispered. After a moment, he helped her slide out of his lap and down into the water of the pool's shallow end.
With a volume that was a bit higher than normal -- for their voyeur listening pleasure -- Ellie asked, "Do you want me to blow you?"
Pete smiled broadly, nodding. In that same raised volume, he answered, "Absolutely."
She moved up in between his thighs and began playing with his cock. But Pete pulled her hands away, saying, "I want to use the bathroom first, baby."
He stood, turned, and padded -- naked and fully on view -- across the deck toward the house and he called back, "Don't move, baby! I'll be right back!"
"I'm just going to float about!" she called to him as she pushed away from the deck and began slowly floating about the pool. Her still firm, ample breasts pointed toward the sky, beads of water clinging to her fair skin.
Pete and Ellie Gill had fucked out here innumerable times, sometimes on the deck as they had today but other times in the pool, on the loungers, or even on the lawn. And they were pretty sure that their voyeur had watched them on at least three occasions, maybe more.
But they'd only just made love. They'd never engaged in oral sex or anything ... kinky. Their hope right now was that if their visitor thought he -- or she -- was going to see something new and exciting, he -- or, again, she -- might take a risk and stick around a bit longer.
And it worked.
After entering the house, Pete hurried around to the side door, eased quietly through it, and headed toward one end of the cinder block wall.
Meanwhile, Ellie continued to casually float about the pool, slowly moving toward the far corner that was blocked from the voyeur's view by the thick foliage of the Hollies. Once there, she flipped over, ascended the steps that rose from the pool, and hurried across the lawn toward the other end of the wall behind which their visitor was hiding.
Almost simultaneously, the husband and wife pair turned around the wall ends to find their Peeping Tomoko standing atop an overturned recycling bin.
She wasn't what either of them had expected. She was ... unbelievable. Young, tall, slim, well rounded, and -- above the neck -- just as beautiful and exotic as she was below it. To add to her sexiness, the young woman was dressed in an outfit that caused both Pete and Ellie -- who like her husband also enjoyed the pleasures of a woman's body -- to instantly remember their desire to expand their sexual horizons.
"Hello," Pete said simply, walking slowly toward the beautiful voyeur, his semi-hardened cock twitching a bit with excitement.
He didn't get anything more out, though, as his wife chimed in, "So ... who do we have here...? And have you been enjoying the show.
They both wore broad smiles as they looked the young woman over with obvious appreciation...
(This is taken.)
Ellie laughed, playfully slapping her husband's bare buttocks with one long-fingered hand. "My god, Peter. It just .... oh god, it just keeps getting better."
The Gills had married three years ago, after dating two years before that. And through that entire time, neither of them could recall a moment of bad sex ever having taken place between them. And, like the now 28 year old Ellie had told her 32 year old husband, it just kept getting better.
There was an irony in their sex life, though. The adventurous pair enjoyed their current sex life with one another so entirely and so deeply, and yet they still often discussed how they could expand their sexual horizons without ruining what they already had together.
"She's there again," Pete whispered into his wife's ear. "I can see her peeking over the wall ... between the Hollies."
"I wanna look," Ellie whispered back. He warned her that if she turned, the voyeur would know that she had been caught and would disappear, likely never to be identified. "Next time, we sit so that I can see the wall."
With the coming of warm, summer weather, the couple had taken to often making love out in their backyard. It seemed private enough: the closest house was more than 200 feet away, three sides of their backyard were shielded by eight foot high cinder block walls; and, living on the side of a hill overlooking the City below, they could only be seen from that direction by a peeping tom more than a mile away through either a telescope or pair of high powered binoculars.
And to be totally honest, the couple didn't much care if someone watched them or not. They weren't exhibitionists, per se. But they also weren't shy when stripped down for love making.
This afternoon, as with previous days when they'd been watched, the couple was making love out on the deck. Pete was sitting on a cushion at the pool's edge, feet dangling in water up to his ankles. And Ellie was sitting in his lap, her long, legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Their arms clutched one another tightly, pulling their bodies together as one.
Ellie loved this position. Pete's above average length cock rubbed directly over her clit as he pulled her lower body to and fro, sometimes making her cum three or four times before the muscles of his strong, athletic body needed a rest.
And Pete loved it as well, because -- aside from leading him to one, sometimes two explosive orgasms -- it allowed him to hold and see and manipulate Ellie's body before him in a way that no other position did. He reveled in watching her writhe in his lap, her deep moans becoming sharp cries becoming a long, loud scream of ecstasy as her entire being erupted in euphoria.
"Who do you think he is?" Ellie asked softly, kissing at her husband's neck as she enjoyed the afterglow of her last orgasm. "And should we be concerned."
"She," Pete corrected, pulling her closer to him to feel her pussy envelope him more fully. "And no, I don't think so. I haven't seen a camera ... camera phone ... whatever."
"Women don't peep," she whispered, biting him playfully on the shoulder. "That's a guy thing. That's why they call'em Peeping Toms".
"Bull shit," Pete said, ramming his cock into her as punishment and causing her to cry a bit, then giggle. "I can see her head ... her face. It's a her. It's a Peeping Tom-oko."
Ellie laughed. "Tomoko...? What the hell is that?"
"It's a girl's name ... Asian," he explained. He shrugged. "It was the first name that came to me."
Ellie laughed at her husband, then pulled herself tightly against him again. After a moment she suggested concerning their voyeur, "Let's find out."
"Find out what?" Pete asked, then realizing what Ellie was suggesting, asked, "Whatcha got in mind?"
She pressed her mouth to his ear and whispered. After a moment, he helped her slide out of his lap and down into the water of the pool's shallow end.
With a volume that was a bit higher than normal -- for their voyeur listening pleasure -- Ellie asked, "Do you want me to blow you?"
Pete smiled broadly, nodding. In that same raised volume, he answered, "Absolutely."
She moved up in between his thighs and began playing with his cock. But Pete pulled her hands away, saying, "I want to use the bathroom first, baby."
He stood, turned, and padded -- naked and fully on view -- across the deck toward the house and he called back, "Don't move, baby! I'll be right back!"
"I'm just going to float about!" she called to him as she pushed away from the deck and began slowly floating about the pool. Her still firm, ample breasts pointed toward the sky, beads of water clinging to her fair skin.
Pete and Ellie Gill had fucked out here innumerable times, sometimes on the deck as they had today but other times in the pool, on the loungers, or even on the lawn. And they were pretty sure that their voyeur had watched them on at least three occasions, maybe more.
But they'd only just made love. They'd never engaged in oral sex or anything ... kinky. Their hope right now was that if their visitor thought he -- or she -- was going to see something new and exciting, he -- or, again, she -- might take a risk and stick around a bit longer.
And it worked.
After entering the house, Pete hurried around to the side door, eased quietly through it, and headed toward one end of the cinder block wall.
Meanwhile, Ellie continued to casually float about the pool, slowly moving toward the far corner that was blocked from the voyeur's view by the thick foliage of the Hollies. Once there, she flipped over, ascended the steps that rose from the pool, and hurried across the lawn toward the other end of the wall behind which their visitor was hiding.
Almost simultaneously, the husband and wife pair turned around the wall ends to find their Peeping Tomoko standing atop an overturned recycling bin.
She wasn't what either of them had expected. She was ... unbelievable. Young, tall, slim, well rounded, and -- above the neck -- just as beautiful and exotic as she was below it. To add to her sexiness, the young woman was dressed in an outfit that caused both Pete and Ellie -- who like her husband also enjoyed the pleasures of a woman's body -- to instantly remember their desire to expand their sexual horizons.
"Hello," Pete said simply, walking slowly toward the beautiful voyeur, his semi-hardened cock twitching a bit with excitement.
He didn't get anything more out, though, as his wife chimed in, "So ... who do we have here...? And have you been enjoying the show.
They both wore broad smiles as they looked the young woman over with obvious appreciation...
(This is taken.)
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