I didn’t know if I should tell my wife about it but I decided to tell her that a man was watching her but I left out that he had binoculars, which m...ight have been too much even for my slutty wife. I could see in her eyes and in her movements that she liked to have a stranger as an audience. She bent forward with her ass against the window and started to rub her pussy with one hand and squeezed her big tits with the other. I opened my bathrobe and started to slowly wank my hard dick. My wife. Bill just gave her the usual “aww Mum” then Finlay asked with a touch of sadness “have a special day today”?“just the same as any other day sweetheart” replied Becky “I'm just in a happy mood”Finlay again waited for the moaning to stop before coming to bed but this time Becky held his hand to her breast as she snuggled back into a spoon position, something they had not done for a number of years.She was sound asleep within seconds.Becky woke with Finlay’s morning erection pressed between her. She was forty two years old in 1957, but, to me, she looked older than her years. I'd noticed the same thing about both of my parents when I'd come back to save my baseball card collection earlier. In my day, forty two and three year olds didn't appear so old. My parents both appeared to be in their fifties then, using the appearance of people in 2006 as a reference point."Thanks Ma. It really feels good to be eighteen. You wouldn't believe me if I told you how good either. Is dad gone to work. This story is a total work of fiction, it never happened and the people do not exist. I hope you enjoy. Jack’s Women Chapter 1 He sat in the alleyway, drinking from a bottle of Jack, pissed and tired of all the bullshit in his life. All he wanted was someone that would just love him. Every woman he got with used him. His anger was rising now. Pain and hate filled him as he thought about all the women that had treated him badly. He had intended on getting drunk there in the alleyway and just.