Jeri simply said, “That’s fine, be home by 9PM! And close the door!” Paula closed the door and left, as instructed, and Jeri turned back to pleasing me orally.
Before I heard the main door close 30 seconds later, I exploded in Jeri’s mouth, and she swallowed every drop. I played it off as “I was ready to go before she came in, and it took everything I could to not cum while she watched,” I lied.
We lived in that apartment a few more years, and the “walk-ins” happened rather frequently, generally 2-3 times a month, and it invariably was timed the most inappropriately, such as after Jeri was especially vocal, or I was. In addition, we lived in a basement apartment, and had the small windows looking in from the ground. If Paula was going out, we would wait until she was out the door, then start making out, disrobing, etc. There were numerous occasions where we thought we saw something in the windows either 10-20 minutes after Paula left or 20 minutes before she got home, as we were watching TV, chilling on the sofa, or having adult fun. We were never able to see if it were actually someone out there, whether a peeping Tom, a peeping Paula, or a peeping Paula’s friends, whom she had told that we would get it on.
The story really begins a few weeks ago after we moved into a house and out of that apartment. Paula was living there, now 21, going to school on occasion, and working full-time at an office. Jeri worked long hours doing social work, and I worked retail hours while finishing up a degree I started a long time ago. Jeri and I are married now, and the sex is still strong as ever, although it is not every waking second, it’s down to most weekends and a few nights here and there.
It is a Thursday. I usually work 7-12, and then class 12-3:30, back to work to order and restock until 5, and then back to class until 7. Tuesday and Thursdays are my worst days. My 5:30-7 class was canceled, and I finished my work by noon, so after class, I headed home, hoping to enjoy some quiet time, maybe some Xbox. Jeri was working until 6 or 7, and Paula usually went to work until 5, getting home at 5:30 or later.
I pull into the driveway, and Paula’s car is in the street out front. Odd, but whatever. There goes my quiet time! I park, walk in the door, and the TV is blaring music. The house is set up where if you come in from the driveway, you enter into the kitchen, through a family room, and into a hallway which takes you to the bedrooms. Paula’s bedroom is directly at the end of the hall.
I turn down into the hallway, and take 2-3 steps before I even look up. I was thinking, “WTF is the volume on so loud for?” That thought immediately left my head as I looked down the hall and see Paula, wearing only very lacy bra and panties, dancing, undulating sexily, as she mouthed the words to the song, oblivious to the rest of the world.
I froze, transfixed, watching every movement intently. I mean, this girl had grown up in the past few years in front of me, but I never really noticed until now. I dared not move a muscle, as I was too intent watching. I could feel blood move all over my body, to my face, to my groin, sparking the kind of unexpected rise formally reserved for men at strip clubs and porno movies.