Cindy and I have been married for ten years and have a vibrant sex life; full of role-plays, porn videos and public, risk-taking sex. Before agreeing to let Lauren live with us, we discussed how her presence in the house would affect our spontaneity. We had no idea it would affect it this way.
“Let’s take this into the bedroom.” I say, nearly panting from Cindy’s expert manipulation of my cock and balls.
“Let’s not.” She whispers, pushing my shorts down and releasing my hard cock. “I think Lauren’s in for the night. What do you think?” Cindy asks mischievously, as she scoots away from me and lowers her head to my lap.
“I don’t know.” I say, sucking in air as Cindy’s tongue licks my cockhead. “Do you really want your sister’s daughter to see you giving me head in the living room?” Cindy wets her lips and slides them down over my cock, stroking up and down my shaft with her hand. I scoot my ass closer to the edge of the couch to give her better access.
“Do you really want me to stop?” She asks, smiling at me as she comes up for air.
“Hell no!” I say, thrusting my hips up and trying to drive my cock farther into her warm, wet mouth. Without taking her mouth off my throbbing cock, Cindy slides off the couch and onto the floor. Kneeling in front of me, she pulls my shorts the rest of the way off and spreads my knees apart. Cupping my balls in her left hand, she continues pumping me in and out of her mouth with her right hand. My wife’s blowjob expertise, coupled with the vision of Lauren’s tits, still vivid in my mind, drives me to a quick release.
“Oh fuck!” I whisper, loudly, shooting several loads of cum into my wife’s welcoming mouth. Cindy sucks and swallows until my ass settles back down on the couch and my balls are empty. Leaning back and licking her lips, she smiles at me.
“Mmmm. You really came hard! Maybe Lauren should parade around like that all the time.” She teases. “Or maybe you just like the idea that she might catch us.”
“Maybe you just give great head!” I answer. “Now can we take this into the bedroom?” I ask, sitting up straight. “I’m not quite the exhibitionist you are, and I really want to taste you right now.” As I stand up, I swear I hear the click of a door closing. Looking down the hall, I don’t see anything.
The next day, I’m in Lauren’s room connecting her computer to my wireless network. As promised, she left her passwords on her desk before she went to school. Cindy’s at her job at the daycare and I have another couple of hours before I need to start working. I work at home, providing tech support for a large software company. I supplement that with freelance debugging of security software on the side.
I’m somewhat of a voyeur when it comes to working on other people’s computers. I like to snoop around and see what web sites they visit, what they’ve downloaded and generally how they use their computer. Even if Lauren hadn’t left her passwords, I’m pretty good at hacking into most software programs.
You can imagine my surprise when I pull up Lauren’s deleted browser history and find she frequently visits amateur exhibitionist and voyeurism websites. Rather than visit the sites on her computer, I copy the URLs and e-mail them to myself. Intrigued, I search the rest of her computer for pictures or stories, but find nothing. With an hour left before I have to log on for my tech support gig, I go down to my basement office and use my computer to explore Lauren’s websites.
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