We had the system down to an art form. As a general rule, we didn’t make love in the mornings on workdays. On weekends we’d wake up and fuck like ...animals.We had been married for six years, and before you ask we had no kids. When we began to date Deb told me that she couldn’t have kids and I admitted that I couldn’t either. We actually made making love and having wild sex a part of our wedding vows.I thought that Deb was the finest woman I had ever met, seen, smelled or tasted. I dreamed of her,. I knew we looked like a pair of cheap slags. Both married, both with cunts on fire and wide open from the banging they had taken from the veggies a few minutes earlier, and both loving every minute of it.We smiled at each other knowing we were in for a really good cocking, and both happy and content with our older lovers.On screen the scene was now one of a mixed outdoor orgy. Couples fucking in the garden. Wives being spitroasted by two black men, one young blonde taking an absolute fuckijg. To what, how or where? His eyes locked to hers and his own dick grew as he watched her continue to suck unabashedly. Her need overcame any vestiges of shame that might have existed. Carla was a whore with tremendous ability. Her instinct to satisfy others equaled her need to feed her own desire. She reached up to his waist to feel him through his pants. Perceiving that the watchman had an erection hidden in his slacks, she unzipped his fly. Gripping his dick head she led him to his knees beside. As it play I begin rubbing my breasts through my shirt"Wow what a cock!" I say out loud to myself and before you know it I'm stripping my self naked. It was intense, I was basically quivering. I start to slowly finger myself. Huffing and puffing trying to keep a steady breath. I must have been going at it for about 5 minutes when I heard a thump outside my window. I jump up fling my window open my pocket knife in hand. And to my surprise I catch a peeping tom dick in hand bent over gasping"What.