He heard the car pull into the driveway, then the garage door slowly rattle open. He checked the clock. Midnight. Right on time.

He turned off the bedroom light, opened the window and hoisted himself out. Soon the light in the bedroom came back on, and he watched his wife strip down, urging her latest bar pick-up to do the same.

It was a steamy night in Dallas, and there was sweat dampening his black long-sleeved T-shirt as he reached into the front pocket for the little bottle of Visine. He grunted as he squeezed a few drops into each bloodshot orb. The blurry images inside the bedroom sharpened once again.

The curtains, a skeleton of bamboo slats overlaid with a web of lurid red silk, were slightly parted, giving him a view of the mattress on the floor, and his wife Eun-Ju and the guy she picked up. He was slim and tan, not more than 20, his body hairless and his features indistinct, with a rounded nose, squinting eyes and a small chin. He might’ve been part Asian, or Mexican, or a light-skinned black, or any combination.

All that mattered was that his dick, lovingly encased in the blue condom Eun-Ju rolled onto it, was now in his wife’s pussy, and she was loving it.Like a jackrabbit, the kid was humping her at a frantic speed. He crouched over her, the muscles in his thighs flexing, his strong, sinewy arms holding Eun-Ju down, his legs keeping hers high up in the air and spread wide. He was fucking her faster than Dave could even jerk off. He stood just outside the window, the sound of crickets seething in the grass, the waning moon unable to shine enough light to expose him in the shadows. He was fingering his cock and taking his time, figuring this kid was good for a solid half hour.

Eun-Ju’s pussy was tight, her tawny cunt lips hugging and sucking at the length of the long tool encased in the blue rubber sleeve. Her husband’s feverish eyes seemed able to magnify every erotic part of her body. He could see her stiffening nipples poking up from her tits. He could see some of her stray, silky pubic hairs adhering to the guy’s shaft, sliding like seaweed in a frantic current, going back and forth, back and forth, as he fucked her.

Eun-Ju began to rend the air with her high-pitched moans. Her husband swooned as he looked through the window, his labored breathing coming out like a kind of snore. Eun-Ju moaned louder and louder. “I love getting fucked like this!” she cried out. “Pin me down! Get on top! Oh yes! I want you on me!”

The woman and her pick-up were fucking in a position her husband could not even dream of. This guy was moving like a piston engine, locking into a rhythm with her, a rhythm she punctuated with her groans, with her moans, and with her slim legs rising and falling as she was taken for a ride. Suddenly the guy’s body stiffened, as if he’d been shot. But he wasn’t being shot by a jealous husband. No, he was shooting his load into a willing wife … one whose husband was hiding outside the window, his eyes wide, hand moving rapidly along his organ.

The guy pulled out, holding onto his glistening cock and the shimmering blue condom. Eun-Ju reached forward and deftly slid the dripping condom off him. She pointed to the bathroom and told him, “You go wash up, then I can give you a nice, long blowjob.”

When he disappeared into the bathroom, she eased off the bed, padded on soft feet over to the open window, and slipped the gooey, dripping rubber into her husband’s waiting mouth. She was back on the mattress when her lover for the evening returned, his hard cock bobbing and nodding, stiff and ready for another go. Eun-Ju was on her knees, which was how she always liked to give blowjobs. Her delicate fingers gently urged him on, pressing into his butt flesh, making him jam his dick deeper into her throat with every thrust. She squeezed his butt cheeks, seeming to position her partner so that he was mooning the man who was peering through the bedroom window. Eun-Ju pulled his butt cheeks apart and squeezed them together, pinching them, patting them; then her hands went limp and trailed down the man’s thighs and legs. He held the sides of her head, his hips thrusting in a faster, more urgent rhythm. The beautiful girl uttered little high-pitched moans and groans, as if she couldn’t take the mammoth cock that was sliding over her tongue and making her choke.

Her soft eyes were closed in submission, her hands now cupping her small breasts, her fingernails like pincers, clawing at her hard brown nipples. Her fingernails were painted a shimmery black except for the crescent tips, which were scarlet. The middle fingernail of her right hand was, unlike the others, sharpened into a lethal triangle, and with it, she began to tap on her chest with a kind of spastic rigidity. The more she was fucked in the mouth, the more insistently she tapped. Her left hand slipped between her legs, and as she tasted the saltiness of her lover’s seminal lube on her tongue, she knew that she would be rewarded with a full load any minute.

She slipped her left hand to her side and held up two fingers. Her husband saw the sign, glanced at the clock, and began to work his hand quicker below his waist. She was an expert at the timing, an experienced mistress, and she knew that her lover wasn’t going to last too much longer. There was more slickness and saltiness in her mouth, and she felt the young man’s cock get even thicker in her throat. She leaned back and the glistening cock popped out of her mouth briefly. She whispered her next demand to her lover. “I want it all over my face! Come all over my face!”

From the window, like a ghostly wind in the otherwise still night, came the labored breathing of her overly aroused husband. He pulled the used condom out of his mouth, now that its contents were in his stomach. He knew exactly what Eun-Ju’s lover tasted like, and some of the tang of it was still in his throat. He pulled the condom that had been on another man’s dick, and in his wife’s slit, over his stubby cock and began jerking off quickly, just as the guy in front of him was jerking off faster, Eun-Ju’s face upturned, awaiting his load.

Lust could lead a man in strange new directions. He hadn’t realized how his powerful attraction to the slim young lady could lead to such a powerful fetish for voyeurism, or to such a profound release of all that was roiling in his psyche. He stood there, sweating heavily, his shirt sticking to him and suffocating his flesh, creating a slippery, clammy hotness under each arm. Trickles of perspiration ran cold as they ran down the sides of his face. He wiped a hand over his thick lips, a large knuckle sticking in his mouth.

Eun-Ju sucked on the knob of the guy’s cock, urging him to pop his load. Her tongue slithered and danced lasciviously at the head of that long, hard prong. A bead of sweat danced on one of her breasts and then shot downward, dripping off her nipple. Her left hand rubbed fiercely between her legs. She closed her mouth tight around the thick cock as it began to shoot a hot load over her tongue. She opened her mouth in a cry of orgasm, a siren-like moan that got louder and louder when she stuck two fingers up her pussy while rapidly rubbing her clit with her other hand.

She collapsed on her back, under a shower of sperm. Her lover was jerking off into her hair, skittering a wad across her forehead, raining blobs of come down onto her left cheek and against her lips, and letting another wad dribble down her chin. The stud had plenty of come, and he creamed her until rivulets of sperm were coursing their way down both sides of her head.

At the same time, Eun-Ju’s husband sent sizzling wads into the condom he was jerking off with, his cock’s spasms so powerful they almost hurt. A sense of calm came over him now, tinged with remorse, as if this would be the last time he’d ever do something like this. Then he realized it had been too hot a release for him to ever actually stop. He glanced at the bedroom clock. The whole nightmare of ecstasy had lasted less than half an hour. He walked around the back of the house and then emerged at the front door. He made a lot of noise putting the key in the lock, and then loudly threw open the door. He strode into the bedroom, where Eun-Ju’s lover was frantically pulling on his pants. Their eyes met.

“Hey … Look … ” the kid rambled. “I didn’t know she was married.”

The big man lurched forward, wrapping the skinny kid in a bear hug. There was only one way out of it.

“Your husband could’ve killed me!” the kid called backward over his shoulder as he ran out of the room. “Why didn’t you tell me you’re married?”

He pulled his shirt on as he quickly made his way to the front door. The door’s slam was met with an explosion of laughter. Eun-Ju’s tittering was overshadowed by the roars from her husband, his big body convulsing with each hearty bawl of delight. When at last the laughter subsided, her husband said, “I can always tell by the way they fuck you if there’s any chance they’re bi. A guy like that wouldn’t fuck me with a 10-foot pole.”

The man padded his way over to the bed and squatted low, sliding the used condom onto his newly revived cock and lubing the rubber with the copious white liquid that was spilling out over the tight neck. Eun-Ju bent over the mattress and made a grand display of presenting her neglected asshole to her husband.

She got on her hands and knees, then turned her head and said, “Do it to me like you’d do it to him… . ”

He had an evil grin on his face. “I’d do it slow,” he announced, sliding his rubber-encased cock only an inch into his wife’s anus. “I’d make sure he was ready.”

He eased the knobby tip of his cock out, then he plunged all the way inside her accommodating asshole. She moved her lithe body, and he began to fuck her faster and faster. “Oh! Oh!” the man bellowed. Eun-Ju’s lover, surprised at hearing the sound of laughter as he was running away, had circled back. A strange emotion came over him, realizing he’d been the evening’s entertainment for the married couple.He stood looking through the window, watching as the woman he’d been fucking so hard and fast now mimicked his movements while getting fucked again, this time by her husband. He glanced at his watch. I’ll give them another 15 minutes, he thought to himself. Then I’ll climb through the window.

He was shocked and turned on by the strange thoughts now quickening his heart rate and stiffening his cock. He waited in the darkness. The married couple finally finished, collapsing with sighs and moans, and Eun-Ju and her husband basked in a moment of post-coital glory. The man at the window glanced over at a clock.

“One o’clock in the morning, exactly,” he said as he climbed through the window. “Right on time… . ”