It only took us afew weeks to see the pattern that our lives were going to follow. Mondaythrough Friday, we would be who we'd always been. I would l...ove my wifeand she'd love me. Saturday and Sunday, we'd be our different selves.I'd try to accept my husband and he'd try to love me.It was strange changing our sexual rhythms. Jenny and I were alwaysclose and when we were first getting to know each other and fall in love,we'd make love every chance we got. But as we matured and became acouple. I wondered if they knew I could see them and were putting on a show for me to enjoy. Whether they knew or not, I enjoyed jerking off while watching them. Heather walked up to me, smiled, winked, and asked, “Are you ready”? I answered simply by removing my towel and displaying my rigid throbbing cock. When she saw it her eyes nearly popped out of her head. “Holy Moley!” she said. “I wish Tim had a cock like yours. Yours looks like a large salami and his is like a teeny weenie in comparison. He. It happened one night when I was about 10. My mother, step-father and I lived in a one bedroom apartment in what we used to call a three family house. It was three floors with a different family on each floor. Our apartment was on the top floor. My parents had the bedroom at the front of the apartment. It had windows on three sides. The front windows faced the street and on each side of the room were windows facing the neighboring houses which were only about 15 feet away. The bedroom was. ."My phone?" Jenn giggled."I want ol' Dan to see this," Tim said firmly. "I want your pervy guy to see the moment, the exact moment, my cock... a stranger's cock... enters his woman. I want the perv to have this to jerk to... his Jenn's beautiful pussy taking another man's.... cock!"Jenn moaned as his tip entered her, parting her lips and stretching her slowly open. She shivered at his words, and at the nasty, wicked feeling of his strange cock inside her. She was doing it, she realized. She.