Watching Pt. 01-02

This story is a rewrite of one of my earlier stories. It has been altered and added to. I intend adding another 2 parts making it a 4 part series. It is a complete fantasy and no one is under the age of 20 and there is no physical hurt or pain.

Bruce was 36 now but he had remembered that exciting evening so many times, over the following years as if it were yesterday. He was a married man with a beautiful young wife Jennifer, but at times his memory and excitement overtook him and he had to visit the bathroom to be alone with his secret thoughts.

PART 1

At that time he had been just 25 years of age. The more he thought about it, the images became more vivid. His memories were so intense. He had only been married for about a year but already he had sensed that his wife Jennifer was more interested in her friends and her career as teacher in the local school. She was quite clever.

He had slipped out one evening for an evening drive in his car. He had only traveled about 3 miles and parked his car in one of the terraced streets and went for a stroll. It wasn't very dark but it was so quiet without a soul in sight. It had been so peaceful.

The lighted window had caught his attention. The curtains were not drawn and he could see the head and shoulders of a woman who was combing her hair.

She was only wearing a white brassiere which emphasized her firm ample breasts and white cotton panties. They were full cut knickers and not the silly thong things. It made her seem more of a woman. She wasn't really fat but she was a big woman.

He breathed heavily as he watched her through the window. He had felt so aroused as she looked so powerful.

He looked around furtively, there wasn't a soul around, and at that point he unzipped his trousers and released his stiff penis. Holding it firmly in his right hand he began to gently stroke himself. His eyes staring fixedly into the well lit room.

Bruce was mesmerized at the sight, he was almost at a climax and had to still his hand from his throbbing penis to prevent himself making a mess.

His young wife Jennifer and her friends always seemed so busy that he felt intimidated. This woman looked so mature and comforting. Almost motherly.

As he watched she took her substantial brassiere off and looked straight out of the window into the blackness wearing just her knickers.

She was a strong looking woman, very sturdy with big breasts and thighs. Her panties were pulling tightly between her legs.

She really was powerful. Bruce realized that she couldn't see him but at the same time she must know that there was someone watching in her garden. This made it even more erotic. She wanted to be watched.

She had even turned her back to the window so that he could see her ample bottom. She was quite a buxom woman. Bruce positively ached at the sight of her white cotton panties straining to contain her bum cheeks.

She turned to face the window again and smiled as she slipped her hand into her white panties and pressed herself. Her face was one of extreme enjoyment and he could see her pushing into her underwear and wriggling her hips and buttocks.

What Bruce didn't notice was a dark figure moving quietly and slowly along the line of garden fences towards him. As the man drew nearer he suddenly became aware of his presence and fumbled to hide his rampant penis quickly pulling his jacket over his nakedness.

The man stopped and looked over the fence at the woman in the window. He stared at Bruce, smiled, unzipped his trousers pulled his cock out and moving a little closer he whispered: "She's at it again. Isn't she a big beauty? What a fuck she'd make." Bruce panted. He felt guilty but he had thought the same.

The man masturbated slowly staring at the woman as she took off her white panties and exposed her exquisite hairy vagina with a vibro just showing between her open labia. She didn't actually beckon them in, but just smiling happily as she held her panties in her hand in an inviting way.

Bruce had relived the following 2 hours so many times over the next 10 years as the man had encouraged him to go into the woman's house with him and he had felt her up in all ways. The conversation had sort of drifted along in a dream.

They had both stood in front of the woman who was smiling straight at them and yet carried on with her own ministrations. The man had asked him "What do you think of her Tits?"

The question was ridiculous but Bruce felt bound to mumble "They are nice."

The woman's panties were on the floor at her feet. The man could see Bruce looking down at the discarded underwear and said "She looks good without her knickers on doesn't she? She has a nice hairy cunt." Bruce half nodded. The words were adding to his excitement.

Although the man was still masturbating he was also talking casually to Bruce making little observations "She must be about 40 as she has quite a big cunt." Bruce nodded.

Then the man shocked him "Do you want to fuck her?"

Bruce's shock must have showed as the man simply said "Its up to you, but you can fuck her if you want to. You don't have to." Bruce wanted to very much.

Not much more was said but the strange man encouraged him to fuck the woman who just lay down on the carpet in front of him without any panties on and her legs open. It was incredible.

Although he had been married for over a year, Bruce was still very inexperienced. The woman seemed to realise this and lifted both her legs into the air to making it much easier for him to insert.

Even as he was doing it, the man was on his knees at his side asking him "Are you up her?" Bruce was out of breath but he nodded.

The man was persistent "What I mean is are you right up her. Is your cock fully up?"

Bruce gasped "Yes it is."

Actually, his penis wasn't all that big and it had slipped up her with ease and she had closed her legs slightly to hold him in a tight grip. It was wonderful. They had both been so helpful.

The man was very excited but didn't speak to the woman at any time, and when Bruce had left, the man came out with him. Bruce had felt bewildered with the way, the man had shaken his hand and wished him well and then they had gone their separate ways.

Bruce had remembered the shock on the following Friday when Jennifer had asked him to slip down the local supermarket to pick up a few items.

Suddenly like a bolt from the blue he saw the same woman walking along pushing a trolley, and there by her side the man who had joined him at the garden fence.

In the light of day, Bruce was able to see them better. She was reasonably well dressed although the man looked a bit seedy and downtrodden. She seemed to be telling him off for some reason. It was only then that Bruce realised he had been part of a set up and that they were not strangers. She recognized him and smiled sweetly as she passed. The man nodded.

Over the years Bruce had thought about the strange couple. It became more erotic each time and he felt overpowered and overwhelmed and had to the bathroom. Each time the feelings seemed to be more intense as he mentally embellished each moment.

PART 2

Now 10 years later he was sensible 36 year old married man and yet he still found it difficult to shake those old erotic images images out of his mind. He felt guilty about them as both he and Jennifer had moved on in so many ways.

Bruce had an executive position in a large financial organization whilst Jennifer was now Head of Department at school. They were now financially very well off. They were both very busy and had been thinking quite seriously about getting help for the house and the garden.

Jennifer was a lovely beautiful lady but as time passed things had become very predictable and unexciting. She always seemed to be very busy and more interested in chatting to her friends or work colleagues. Although Bruce was successful at work he felt a bit of an onlooker at home.

One weekend Jenny had gone away with Marian and some friends for a few days. On the Saturday, Bruce found himself in the Supermarket wandering around for odd bits and pieces. As he was going around the shelves he saw her picking up some biscuits. He froze.

He wasn't sure it was her but then he saw that the man with her was the same weedy little man who had met him in the garden all those years ago. They had both aged but were recognisable.

He heard the man speak to her and realised that her name was Gertrude. She was dressed like any ordinary middle aged woman out shopping. Her husband was a bit drab. He didn't want to eavesdrop but she seemed to be calling him Malcolm. His face was very downcast and Bruce thought that he looked like 'a Malcolm'.

He wasn't sure if they had seen him and he was unsure what to do. He went through to Checkout in a sort of daze. It was a sort of erotic feeling and his heart was pounding. He knew that he wasn't a silly young boy any more and made his way slowly across the car park. He saw them again loading up their car. It was rather well worn showing some rust.

He pretended not to see them, and loaded his own quite modern car. He looked around again and froze as the man was making his way across the car park towards him. The woman was now sitting in her car. When Malcolm reached him he simply said "My wife wondered if you would like to come home with us for a cup of tea?"

It was a ridiculous situation and Bruce pondered. As it happened, with Jennifer away there was nothing stopping him. Also there was nothing much on the TV. He knew he was making up excuses to go. He simply said "Yes, that would be nice."

Malcolm said "Our house is not too far away from yours. Its not as nice as yours, but we like it. You can you follow me in your car?" Bruce was a bit baffled that the man knew where he lived, but followed them in his car until they reached a secluded avenue. It wasn't upmarket but it wasn't too bad. It was only about a mile from his own house.

Malcolm got out and collected his goods and followed his wife up the steps to the front door. As she unlocked the door, Malcolm turned his head and beckoned Bruce to follow. Bruce with great trepidation followed them into the house. The house was not well furnished but was reasonably clean.

Malcolm introduced himself as Malcolm Smith and told him that his wife's name was Gertrude Smith. Bruce was tempted to give a false name but realized that Malcolm may actually know his name. After all he obviously knew where he and Jennifer lived.

He decided to be truthful "Pleased to meet you Mrs Smith. I am Bruce Rees."

She smiled in a friendly manner "Pleased to meet you, Mr Rees."

Malcolm said something about going out to the kitchen to make a cup of tea and William sat down on a chair directly opposite where Mrs Smith sat. She didn't say a word and Bruce just kept quiet.

Mrs Smith had flopped down in the chair and now that she had taken her coat off Bruce could see she had a short red skirt on. He could almost see her panties. He panted.

Mrs Smith was 10 years older now. She had large breasts then, but now they seemed enormous. They were too big for her blouse and her top buttons had undone under the pressure.

She didn't say anything and his penis had started to tent his trousers uncomfortably.

Just then Malcolm came back in with an old tray with 3 mugs of tea. He set them down on the table. No saucers.

He sat on a low chair at the side and asked him "What do you think of her now, Bruce?" He was obviously talking about his wife.

Bruce was non nonplussed. He didn't know how to answer and simply said "She's nice."

Malcolm said apologetically "I know she isn't as pretty as that last time, but she is a big woman."

Bruce nodded. Mrs Smith was just just sitting there. Her knees were well apart and he could see all her knickers. He was back watching her again.

Malcolm kept twittering on in a sort of encouraging manner "You liked her Tits, the last time. She still has big Tits, Bruce."

It was an obvious truth and Bruce found himself agreeing "Yes she has. Malcolm."

Malcolm was away now. He was even squeezing himself in a very obvious manner though his trousers. He asked "Do you like middle aged women with nice big Tits, Bruce?" Bruce nodded.

Malcolm carried on chatting and explained "Women with big Tits have to wear big brassieres." Bruce nodded. It was such a bizarre conversation that it aroused him more.

He could see that Mrs Smith didn't seem to mind Malcolm touching himself and he felt he may as well. He was rampant.

Neither Mr nor Mrs Smith seemed to concern themselves when Bruce undid the front of his trousers and slipped his hand inside. Malcolm was still twittering "What do you think of her knickers Bruce?"

This was more personal now and it jolted Bruce. He muttered "Her knickers?"

"Yes Bruce. Do you like her panties? If you like them, she will open her legs wider for you."

Bruce couldn't stop himself now. This was like one of his bathroom fantasies thinking about the garden scene all those years ago. He couldn't really bring himself to say anything but he nodded.

Without very much movement Gertrude leaned back a little and opened her big thighs exposing the thin white cotton gusset between her big thighs. The material was a bit grubby but so stretched.

Bruce panted and squeezed himself harder. Malcolm had his cock out now. Bruce pulled his out as well.

They were both masturbating now directly in front of Mrs Smith. Bruce could see right up her skirt and she was watching him masturbate.

He was staring now and heard Malcolm asking him "Do you want to see some more, Bruce?"

Bruce gasped questioningly "Some more Malcolm?"

Malcolm was speaking very calmly "She will show you some slit if you like Bruce, but you have to ask her."

Bruce muttered "Oh God". Nothing happened.

Then he muttered "Can I see your slit, Mrs Smith?"

She didn't answer but half smiled and leaned well back and at the same time she eased her cotton gusset to the side. Bruce stared. It was long and big and covered with a nice coating of browny hair. She looked lovely and furry.

Malcolm asked him "Do you like looking at my wife's cunt, Bruce?" Bruce nodded.

Malcolm said reproachfully "If you like her cunt Bruce it would be polite to tell her."

It was like a bizarre fairy tale. Bruce in a daze said "I like your cunt Mrs Smith."

She hadn't said much. Now she smiled "Thank you Mr Rees. Is it as nice as Jennifer's?"

The words hit him like a thunderbolt. Bruce felt shocked and bewildered. How did she know his wife's name. He almost panicked as he muttered in confusion "Jennifer?"

Malcolm was by his side and said "Yes that's right Bruce. Jenny your wife. You married Jennifer 11 years ago. You must remember. She teaches in the local High School. She is Head of the History Department."

Bruce felt confused but still so incredibly rampant. They couldn't possibly know anything about Jennifer. He was bewildered but his cock was still throbbing.

Even as her husband spoke, Mrs Smith slipped her panties off and handed them to him saying "Don't make a mess Bruce, use these."

Bruce was in an excited turmoil now as he took the white panties in his hand. He could see they were big panties.

Malcolm was helpful "You can smell her knickers if you like Bruce."

Bruce was looking straight between Mrs Smith's legs now. Without her panties on he could see every detail. He groaned and pushed her knickers onto his mouth and nose and inhaled. They were so warm and musky.

Malcolm encouraged him "Women's panties always smell nice when they are warm like that. You can probably smell her minge." The sights and smells were overwhelming him. His heart was pounding.

Just at that moment he came. Mrs Smith smiled at him.

He had caught most of the mess but he was still rampant as Mrs Smith gently massaged the long slit between her legs. It was even more erotic now as he could see there were a lot of grey hairs mixed in with the brown.

It was exactly how he had imagined it in his bathroom visits.

He was still holding her panties which were a bit messy but really exciting him. They could see him looking at the material in his hand.

She was so motherly and smiled kindly and told him "If you want to take them home Bruce, you will have to ask my husband."

Bruce wanted to, very much. He felt embarrassed but managed "Do you mind if I take your wife's panties home, Malcolm?"

Malcolm smiled "Of course you can Brucie. I am glad you enjoyed yourself."

Bruce had been thinking about his excitement and asked "Can I visit you again tomorrow Malcolm?"

Malcolm looked thoughtful. "I suppose it will be OK Bruce. I think that Jennifer is away with her special friends for the weekend isn't she?"

Bruce was shocked again. They seemed to know a lot about him and Jennifer. But he couldn't help himself and nodded "Yes, my wife will be back on Monday. I am on my own for a few days."

Bruce looked at Mrs Smith who smiled "You can visit us, if you really want to Mr Rees."

Bruce was still shaken by their knowledge of Jennifer. They knew her name and that she was a teacher. They also knew where he lived. There was even suggestion that they may know something about Marian and the others. But he was so excited about seeing them again he must have sounded like a grateful little boy as he said "I really really want to see you tomorrow Mrs Smith."

Malcolm smiled and said "Will you wash my wife's panties and bring them back with you tomorrow Brucie?"

Bruce was conscious that Malcolm had called him Brucie a few times. It seemed rather diminutive but he didn't want to upset anyone. "Yes of course I will Malcolm. I am grateful." He sounded too keen really and Malcolm smiled.

Malcolm commented "Your wife is quite beautiful Bruce. She has strong thighs and buttocks."

Bruce answered cautiously. It sounded like a compliment. "Thank you Malcolm."

Mrs Smith smiled "We have seen her around town quite often and Malcolm said she is thought of very highly in school. We both think she is so beautiful and dresses so nicely."

Bruce felt trapped in the conversation and nodded.

Malcolm smiled "Whenever we see her I wonder what she looks like in her underwear."

Bruce half nodded. He was uneasy with the theme.

Mrs Smith said "You do want to visit us tomorrow don't you Bruce?"

He panicked at the thought they may be changing her mind and gasped "Oh yes Mrs Smith. Honestly I am so grateful to you and Malcolm."

Malcolm smiled "When you visit us tomorrow Bruce will you do something for me?"

Bruce wanted to please them so much "Of course Malcolm. Anything you want."

Malcolm smiled "That is good of you Bruce. I would like you to bring a pair of your wife's panties."

Bruce was dumbstruck "Jennifer's panties? But....." His voice trailed off. He looked to Mrs Smith for support.

Mrs Smith sounded a little cross "I gave you my panties Bruce. And tomorrow if you are a good boy I will give you my knickers again. It seems only fair that you should give my husband a pair of Jennifer's panties."

Bruce couldn't argue with the logic. Mrs Smith still had her legs open and he was so rampant that he didn't want to upset the arrangements for the next day.

He nodded to Malcolm and muttered guiltily "I will bring her panties tomorrow Malcolm."

He was relieved that both Mr and Mrs Smith seemed pleased with him.

Malcolm did ask "Could you make sure they are from the laundry basket in your bathroom?"

Bruce gasped again. Their knowledge seemed incredible. He muttered "The laundry basket?"

Malcolm nodded and said casually "You know Bruce. The basket in the bathroom where you put your dirty clothes in. Jennifer puts her panties in there. The panties which she has used."

Bruce woke up the next morning feeling rather anxious. Jennifer wasn't due back until the following day.