1. Welcome To The Bush's - Chapter 1


    Date: 10/9/2014, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Exhibitionism, Latina, Male Domination, Male/Female, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Wife, Author: SirJaime, Rating: 89.3, Source: sexstories.com

    from behind. She began to stop fighting it. I watched her eyes roll back as she rode the wave of an orgasm as he ravaged her asshole. When her eyes rolled back, they snapped onto me. I just stood there, with my hands down my pants, and watched as my landlord rocked against his wife while she looked at me. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, riding another orgasm. She made no mention of me to him. So I began to stroke myself while I watched them. But as I got going, the landlord had climaxed - his body shivered with extasy as he came inside her. He pulled out and smacked her ass hard. Her eyes flew open with the sudden sharp sting. He said something to her then had walked off, out of view. But she lay there, bent over the arm, her eyes still locked on me. They pierced through me as if she was searching for my soul in them. It felt as if she had seen it. I suddenly became aware of myself and stepped out of view, hiding behind the wall. Was this what he meant earlier , I thought to myself. By being liberal? And what did he mean when he said he hoped I ...
    was too? My mind was racked, but I couldn't focus. All I could think of was Mrs Bush and her incredible form being ravaged like a lion on a piece of meat as my landlord fucked her hard. I turned to look out the window again. Her incredible body was still laying there. Her eyes were on me but there was no expression on her face. She was stepping off the throngs of her climax, her face exhausted. I swung back. I walked away and into the bedroom. I pulled down the frame that hung there, unbuckled my pants and began to jerk off at the image, her naked body fresh in my mind, her sweaty creamy skin glistening as her husband fucked her furiously. I was shaking with excitement so I tossed the frame onto the bed and stood above it. I came within seconds. Ropes of cum plastered all over the glass of the frame. Some landing on the image of Mrs Bush, some on Mr Bush, most on the bed. When I was done, I toppled over beside the frame. I looked over at my handy work, wondering who leaves a portrait of themselves in the guest's bedroom. Then I drifted off to sleep.
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