I discovered early in our relationship that just the sight of my cock, hard and pulsating before her, was sufficient to put a glaze of desire over Courtney’s big brown eyes and bring a blush to her pretty face. My wife, perhaps more so than other women, is very visually oriented where sex is concerned. A good-looking guy’s rounded butt encased in tight jeans, with a noticeable bulge in front, will start her purring with libidinous energy. As will the sight of a hunk on the beach flexing his muscles or a rock star gyrating suggestively onstage.

It’s not surprising, then, that my wife enjoys erotic videos — the professionally made ones because she can watch attractive, well-hung studs pleasure beautiful women in carefully scripted scenes designed to stimulate, and those done by amateurs, ordinary couples, because, in her words, “It’s like peeking through a keyhole to watch your neighbors screwing.”

However, I didn’t realize the full extent of my wife’s voyeurism or, for that matter, my own, until two weeks ago, when we attended my company’s annual employee picnic, the highlight of which, at least for me, was a soft-ball game. Having whiffed to end the inning for my side, I hurried back to the table Courtney and I were sharing with another couple, Elaine and Phil, for a few gulps of beer before taking the field.

“Way to go, champ,” my wife teased.

“Can’t hit ’em all,” I said, smiling back at her.

“I did like the way you scratched yourself in the batter’s box.”

“You would notice that,” I said, playfully mussing my wife’s shoulder-length black hair before jogging out onto the infield.

A few minutes later, from my position at third base, I caught Courtney signaling to me that she was going for a walk. She did this by pointing to the woods and taking several steps forward. I smiled and waved at her, then turned my attention back to the game. It was the top half of the ninth and we were leading, so when the last out was made by the other side, there were congratulations all around and much back-slapping. Feeling very macho, I jogged back to the picnic table.

Elaine and Phil were nowhere to be found and my wife, I assumed, was still on her walk. I snapped open the top of a cold one, took a hearty swallow and then noticed Courtney signaling me again. She was waving her arm excitedly to indicate that I should join her. Wondering what she was up to, I set my beer can on the table and started in her direction. Courtney was motioning to me to hurry. I was about to shout “Keep your panties on” or something like that when she put a finger to her lips, silencing me.

“You are not going to believe this,” my wife whispered when I was at her side. “Come on.” Taking me by the hand, she led me into the woods.

“Right up there,” my wife whispered after we had gone maybe a hundred feet.

“What is it, a moose?” I quipped.

Courtney shushed me, and a moment later she was pulling me down into a crouch behind a giant oak. “Look,” she said. “In the clearing.”

I peered around the tree, and immediately my eyes bulged. In the middle of the clearing was a large tree stump, and sitting on the stump was Elaine, lovingly sucking the cock of the man before her, her husband, Phil. Elaine’s halter had been pushed down to allow Phil to squeeze her breasts while she sucked the cock protruding from his open fly.

“Can you believe this?” my wife said under her breath.

“Seeing is believin.g,” I said. “Guess they got the urge and just couldn’t wait. Look at her suck that thing, will you?”

I didn’t have to tell Courtney to look; she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sexy scene. We were both squatting behind the tree, my wife peering around one side of it and me the other. It was almost comical: two fully grown adults hiding behind a tree and trying to remain as still as possible while spying on two other adults enjoying sex. But not at all funny was the hard cock that was suddenly threatening to bust through my jeans. And I was willing to bet the house and car and what money we had in the bank that Courtney’s panties were sopping wet.

Adjusting my position a bit, I worked a hand up under her short denim skirt and cupped her pantied pussy. Surprised, my wife jerked forward and then tried wiggling free of my hand. “Don’t do that,” she snapped. “Not now.”

“You don’t mean that,” I said, keeping my hand in place and squeezing softly. I knew that Courtney was between a rock and a hard place. She wanted me to play with her while she watched the action in the clearing, but as she is very vocal when sexually aroused, she was afraid of making too much noise and being discovered. What to do? I brought my hand out from under her skirt, and my wife moaned softly in frustration.

“Do yourself,” I suggested. “Just be quiet about it.”

In a flash my wife was on her knees, one hand going up under her skirt and down into her wet underpants. “Oh, God, this is too much,” she gasped, her eyes still glued to Elaine, who had taken her husband’s cock clear down her throat and was holding still, her lips lost in his dark nest of pubic curls.

I had to agree with my wife that this was special. While I had never considered myself a full-fledged voyeur, I always enjoyed watching the erotic tapes with Courtney and getting turned on by the action of the performers on the screen. But this, watching a live couple have at it, was down-right thrilling. Within seconds I had freed my cock from the confines of my jeans and was stroking it rhythmically.

“When are they going to fuck?” I heard my wife say under her breath after a few minutes had gone by. “C’mon, Phil, fuck her already.”

“He’s going to come in her mouth,” I whispered. “They’re not going to fuck here in the woods.”

Even before the last words had left my mouth, Elaine was taking her husband’s cock out of her mouth and standing up. Quickly she skinned off her panties and then turned her back to Phil, leaned forward and braced herself with her hands against the tree stump. Her husband’s well-glazed cock bobbed happily as he moved into position behind her.

“Yesss … yesss,” my wife hissed.

Elaine emitted a groan when her husband pushed himself inside her. Another groan, this one lower in volume, came from the woman on her knees beside me. “Yes, give it to her, fuck her,” my wife was saying, totally lost in the dizzying spectacle before her. She was swaying on her knees, one hand still down inside her panties and the other squeezing her breasts through her thin top.

I was tempted to get behind Courtney and give it to her doggy-style, just as Elaine was getting it from Phil, but I knew she wouldn’t appreciate that, as it would distract her too much. So we remained as we were, on our knees and masturbating with our eyes focused on our fucking friends.

When Elaine suddenly yelled, “Oh, God!” and Phil threw his head back in ecstasy, my wife came with an intensity that had her shaking like a leaf and put a pained expression on her flushed face. I quickly covered her mouth with my hand to muffle a scream of pleasure just as I started spewing semen all over the place. Courtney, calming down finally, looked at me with a dreamy expression on her face. “I don’t think I can move, baby,” she said softly.

Neither one of us moved, at least not until Elaine and Phil had pulled themselves together and started back in the direction of the picnic tables. Having stuffed my cock back in my jeans and zipped up, I got to my feet and then helped my wife to hers. We arrived at our table to find Elaine and Phil packing up their stuff.

“Leaving already?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Phil said. “We got a neighborhood handyman coming over to finish up some electrical work in the den. We want to keep an eye on him. I think he’s out to screw us.”

“Now that,” my wife said softly, nudging me in the ribs, “is something I’d like to see.”