It's sick, I know. You think I could tell my friends or family about it? But hell, you've been on the Internet, seen the posts. It's not like I'm alone. Everybody's doing it. What can I say—I like to watch.Yes, I suppose it stems from some childhood trauma. Maybe mom didn't nurse me long enough. Maybe she should have tousled my hair more and pulled my face to her boobs for comfort when I cried. Blah blah blah. . . Who cares? Or maybe dad should have been more careful to lock the door so that his five-year-old wouldn't come wandering in to see what all the naked yelling and slapping and "YES"-ing was about. Turns out mom was a pretty kinky fuck, looking back.
Doesn't matter really. The fact of it is, I don't join in. I just like to watch. Some guys have asked, "Do you get off on the humiliation? I mean, there's your wife, stripping down and sucking on a stranger. . . and she likes it? Doesn't that make you feel small?"
Well. . . no. The more I see her do it, the harder I get. I mean, when the guy is good-looking, he rubs her chest just right and she arches her belly to meet his. . . I can't tell you how erotic that is. I could just sit and watch her put on one of those shows every day. Of course, that would be a pretty dangerous way to live—her boffing strange men every single day. So we try not to be too greedy. I screen them for her. She's too easy about it really. If she liked the look of a guy she'd be naked and kneeling for him in the middle of the street if I let her.
Don't I mind that? Hell, no! Like I said, I get off on it. And she never sleeps at their houses or anything. She always comes home to me.
Well, actually, I always bring them home to her.
How do I find them? Oh, chat rooms are a good place. You can learn a lot about a man there. Not everything, certainly—but it's a good start. I show them her picture and find out what other sorts of women they've been with—try to discover how safe they're likely to be. Sometimes I'll even ask them to take a test just to be sure. Never can be too careful about contact with bodily fluids!
Take the last guy she slept with. He was an investment banker on the north side, married once, recently divorced, claimed he was afraid to start dating just yet but really needed some bad. This is prime, from our perspective. I met him at a coffeehouse, thought April would like the slight silver above his ears and the firm set of his jaw. She liked a man who looked suave but with a bit of granite to him.
Yeah, so I'm a pimp for her. What about it? She doesn't charge for it!
Anyway, so this guy, call him Bill, comes over to the house on a Friday. If things go well, she's got the whole weekend with him. I let him in, offer him a glass of wine, settle him in the living room. Earl Klugh sets an upscale mood and my wife comes down the stairs in a sheer white dress. The rhinestones glitter like stars on her wrists and down the hemlines, but it's not these that the eye finds; her breasts eclipse the room like double moons, nipples moving like blinking lids against the silken sheen.
I can see Bill is immediately aroused and her eyes don't even track me as I stand and walk past her, up the stairs to my special couch in our bedroom. I know they'll be along behind me shortly. She's in heat and he'll be melting into her in no time.
I strip and ready myself—pulling down the sheets and fluffing the pillows and then settling myself with a box of kleenex and some hand lotion. Like I said—I like to watch, I don't join. She gets all the action.
In a matter of minutes they are in the room with me, his belt already hanging open, her left shoulder bare. He looks at me a second, still not believing that I'm letting him touch this beautiful porcelain babe, but I just smile and make a stroking motion with my hand. That's all the signal he needs and they're in the bed, his lips on hers, her hands kneading the tight pale flesh of his ass. I can see his erection bobbing against her thigh and her panting begins to echo throughout the room—it's really intoxicating. Oh, here we are now. You'll meet her in just a minute.
Hmm? Oh naah, we've never blindfolded anyone to keep the house secret. Not a bad idea, but we just haven't been worried about it. Never felt the need.
Anyway, here we are. Dan, meet April. Yes, she does look good tonight. My baby always looks good. Got a kiss for your sugar daddy, sweetheart? Mmmm. I brought you a little something to play with. You like?
Well, OK! I guess you do! Don't let me get in the way.
Well Dan, her tongue is already in your mouth, so I guess that means she likes you. I'll just get out of your way for a bit and let you enjoy her. Hon—did you want to go upstairs or down tonight? Down? See you there.
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Well, at last you two show up! Dan, I was starting to think you were going to fuck my wife without me around. And that's something I just won't allow. If you're in her, I'm with her, that's the rule. Otherwise, what do I get out of it?
Mmmm yes. . . she moans good, doesn't she? Put your face between those titties, Dan, get a good eyeful. Yes, she does have a pair. Those are two of the reasons I married her! I tell you, they look best when they're all wet, too.
Here, let me help you with that strap, hon. The foot chains are over there on my workbench. I fixed that crunched link yesterday.
That's not too tight, is it Dan? You're not afraid of a little bondage are you? She really does like to dominate. And hey—I do whatever she says! Like now, see? She says to use the staple gun, so I do it.
Why staples? Well, she's a little kinky, my April is. Likes me to staple her guys' mouths shut while she plays with the knives and tree saws. I don't think the staples are very effective, but it isn't terminal or anything.
Well Dan, April's got a little thing for blood. She can't cum without it. A lot of it. All over her. And that tree branch pruner there is good for collecting trophies. See my hands? You probably noticed them in the car. I was able to call it in as workman's comp, which is lucky for me, otherwise I'd be starving—can't do much with only two fingers. But she was pretty horny that night. It's a good thing I like to watch—it's a lot safer that way.
Now stop thrashing around like that, you'll ruin your erection. She gets pissed when that happens, and you don't want her pissed. I'm going back to lay down now and watch. You two have fun. Hmmm? I can't understand you with your mouth closed like that.
Oh, yes honey, I understand him now. He's worried about the knives.
. . .That's it, hon, ride him good. Moan like you mean it baby—I can barely hear you over his screams. I told you the staples aren't very effective. Rub your breasts across his belly again, yes! Now you're bathing in him, that's it. I see a white girl and she's gotta paint it red. . . Come on baby, come on! Yeessss, the razors, oh you are hot tonight. Make him keep it up for you. Oh god, I'm cumming just watching you cutting. . .
. . .Dan? Dan are you with us? Wake up man, she only took three fingers and sliced you up a bit. You are a bit of a bleeder, aren't you?
Dan? C'mon, a guy your size should be able to last her the weekend. There's so much more she can do for you! With a good tourniquet a guy can usually last hours without his arms. And it's especially cool to watch her fucking a guy right after she's clipped off his balls—sometimes she'll suck them for him afterwards, right where he can see them. Dan?
About the Author:Nik Flandre founded the Sex in Music column in High Society magazine in the early 90s and has served as a reviewer of adult CD-ROMs for Interactive Quarterly. His erotic SF story Auto Stimulation appeared in the March 1998 issue of Club magazine. He admits freely that he does like to watch—but not the sort of events depicted in this tale.
About the Artist:
Sean Simmans is the Cover Illustrator of DEAD END STREET PUBLICATIONS LLC and the Creator of THE BELIEVABLE TRUTH @ Scowlzine and VIBE Nation (UK). In addition he illustrates for UMM Magazine (Canada) and is staff illustrator for Blood Moon zine.
