While My Husband Watches (A Voyeurism Cuckolding MMF Menage)
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Olivia's poolside striptease for her workaholic husband goes awry when the sexy young gardener finds her in the nude. Things heat up when she decides to give her husband a show he'll never forget.
This 4,400 word story contains explicit adult content, voyeurism, cuckolding, mmf menage, multiple partners. More
Olivia Langhorne leads a charmed life in her big LA mansion on five private acres. But it comes at a price; her husband Todd works so hard he rarely has time to give her the affection she craves.
When Olivia tries to tempt Todd away from his work with a poolside striptease, her plan backfires when the gardener, a strapping young college boy named Chuck, catches her in the nude. After she gets over her initial shock, Olivia decides to give Todd a show he'll never forget.
Will Todd Langhorne let his wife slip away, or will he join in the wet, slippery fun and help Chuck give her the attention she deserves?
Warning: This 4,400 word MMF story contains explicit adult content, including voyerism, cuckolding, and two men sharing a woman in a pool menage where the California sun isn't the only thing that's sizzling hot!
I pushed through the water with a pair of powerful strokes, then aimed upward. A silhouette stood at the pool's edge, the shimmering shape of a man. Todd had changed his mind! I smiled to myself as I broke the water's surface. Shaking the water out of my hair, I said, "Come on in, babe. The pool's not the only thing that's wet."
"Uhh," an unfamiliar voice said, "I was just coming to see if you want the... uhm... where do you want me to put the garden hose when I'm done watering?"
Speechless, I crossed my arms over my breasts, but I was in the deep end, and I started to sink. I had no choice but to tread water. "What are you doing back here?" I demanded as I stared angrily up at our gardener.
Chuck was a horticulture student at the university, and despite his big, broad-shouldered body with its thick, muscular arms, he had gentle blue eyes and wavy blond hair. His skin was normally a golden tan, but now he was blushing furiously. "I'm... I'm sorry, Mrs. Langhorne. I have to water the lilies; it hasn't rained." He gestured awkwardly at the pink flowers blooming at the far end of the pool.
I looked up at my husband's window, but he was still engrossed in his work. "Then do it!" I hissed at Chuck. "And no peeking."
As if he hadn't heard that last bit, Chuck's eyes slid down to the waterline, where my breasts floated weightlessly just beneath the surface. Then he lifted them again, and his face grew even redder. I wanted to be angry at him for that leering glance, but I couldn't. He was still a horny college boy after all, and besides, it had been so long since a man wanted me that way, it felt good to have his eyes on me.