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Walking The Dog

"Just another voyeuristic neighborhood walk."

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Every night for several years now, I have walked my wife's little dog through our neighborhood. She is a little curious dog, who enjoys snooping between houses and the tree-lined sidewalk. The homes are all nicely landscaped and set back from the street enough to give her lots of places to meander through. She is a good dog and happily leads me to find or see some very interesting things.

My wife sometimes goes with us on our strolls through the dark, enjoying both the walks and the thrill of the private spaces her little dog leads us. Trespassing? Oh yes, she knows no boundary lines that must not be crossed and eagerly leads us to places where we can easily watch neighbors playing nude in backyard hot tubs and pools, past open windows where lovers passionately explore each other's bodies, or just content in sleeping nude on our hot summer nights feeling the soft breeze caressing their sleeping bodies through the open windows.

Tonight was no different. I was in my usual baggy cargo shorts and flip-flops. My wife is in flip-flops, loose cotton shorts, and a tiny tank top. It is hot as fuck, no moon so I can easily lose them in the dark, but I'm aware that they are always nearby.

I stopped to pee on my favorite tree. I love this tree. It is right outside of the bedroom shared by two very horny and beautiful women. Tonight was no exception; they were there, tenderly kissing each other as my stream splashed against their tree. My cock came alive in my hand, easily letting me know that it too was enjoying watching these beautiful women pull off the last bit of their clothing.

I heard my wife take in a breath of air, and I knew she saw what I saw. A soft chuckle escaped her as she wandered away with our dog, still watching, I knew, but holding onto the leash. We loved this house, our favorite in the neighborhood. I liked to step close, drop my shorts to the ground, and stroke my cock while watching. Often the man who lived there with them would join them in their delightful sexual activities. Tonight was one of those nights.

My wife liked to stand back, so she could watch me standing there naked, forehead almost pressed against the glass, cock straining in my hand as I edged it. I always try my best to time my orgasm with theirs. I stepped out of my shorts after they slid to the ground. As I stepped naked towards the large open window, the back porch light came on for a minute as the man stepped out a moment to set a water bowl out for their cat. I was bathed in light, but nobody ever looked in my direction.

I heard a noise behind me. I was surprised, as I thought my wife was off to my right. But her little dog loved to explore, so I didn't give it a second thought. I left my shorts behind and confidently stepped forward to masturbate. My wife loves watching me masturbate, and watching while I watched this, got her so incredibly horny. Oh my goodness, sex with her when we got home was always wild and exciting.

As I am watching the two incredibly sexy women eating each other to orgasm, their man walks in with his perfect hard-on and stands there watching in the doorway. He says something to them, and one of them replies with, "You would bother a woman while she is eating?"

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He walks across the room and easily slides his swollen penis deep within her giving her a nice moan of pleasure. I was too close. I had to remove my hand or paint the wall before me with sperm. Panting, I wiped the sweat from my eyes. A warm feminine hand wrapped around my penis. It startled me at first. I had temporarily forgotten about my wife. Now my penis slammed right back into edging again, I was almost overcome with the need to ejaculate. The hand could sense it, and slowed down its stroking, almost stopping, giving little squeezes of delight.

My heart about burst in my chest as I suddenly realized the hand was too soft and small to be my wife's hand. I quickly glanced over. There stood a super cute girl in a sundress. The dress was pulled up in front, giving access to the woman's other hand buried under her tiny white panties. I could now hear her sloppy movements as her fingers danced inside of her, bringing her wetness out to let her scent blend delightfully into the evening's soft breezes. And her womanly aroma made my cock even harder.

We both turned to continue watching the three lovers in the bedroom. I was so turned on, I was shaking. I wrapped my arm around the woman's shoulders, pulling her in close. Her full breast pressed against me, adding to my sensual delight. Her fingers in her vagina got louder in the quiet night. The slapping of sweaty flesh was loud before us. She stepped even closer, and I could feel my cockhead sliding across her exposed flesh as she stroked me. Precum was pouring out of me at an unbelievable rate. Her skin felt so soft and so slippery with sweat and precum. It felt heavenly.

The people inside were as close to orgasm as we were. My sweaty forehead slid across the window glass, I no longer cared if they spotted me outside of the window. Her hand expertly held me at the exact point of no return, but would not let me orgasm, until they did.

With a loud moan, he came deep inside of her. At that exact moment, he looked me right in the eyes. I responded by exploding rope after rope between her bare thighs, coating her from panties to knees. She collapsed against me as her orgasm swept powerfully through her. Whew!

Then she stepped away from me, releasing my cock, and looked up into my eyes. She smiled, and we said hi. She wiped her hands on her skirt, high-fived me, and walked off into the darkness. The man said something to the women, pointed at me, and the big-breasted one got up and closed the drapes in my face. But, she was grinning. Clearly not upset.

I turned around to leave. Bent over to pick up my shorts, and only found my wallet. My wife returned, wrapped her loving arms around me, and said, "That was exciting." And it was. But where on earth are my shorts? My wife giggled saying that my mystery woman apparently wanted a souvenir. Still giggling, she told me to not worry. She would get me safely home. So off we went, her faithful dog leading the way.

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