From my perch on the stairway I could just make out the writhing forms of my employers as they lay entwined on the leather couch in a sixty-nine position.
The only sound was their moans, which were muffled because I stood a distance from them. Mr. Devon was lying on the sofa, his feet facing me, and his wife, Lucie, was on top of him — his cock secure in her sucking mouth.
I watched as Lucie licked and nipped at her husband. He was a large man with a penis to match his girth. It was beautiful and, at the moment. a deep, swollen red color.
Mr. Devon held Lucie by the hips as her nether regions pounded on his head. I barely made out his slurping noises, but I could tell that he was an expert at giving head, for Lucie kept popping her head up and crying out how much she loved it.
My own juices were flowing as I watched my employers reach their peaks. My hand strayed under my uniform and touched the smooth, wet crotch of my panties. Inserting a finger underneath the elastic, I directly stimulated my clitoris. It was swollen and slick with my lubrication. All the time I kept stroking myself, I watched Mr. Devon and Lucie. Their motions were becoming more frenzied — their moans louder — I knew that they were both about to come.
And they did! I watched as Lucie tried to contain all her husband’s semen as it spurted into her mouth, and I saw how flushed she became after her husband’s climax. I too reached orgasm, and I could barely contain myself on my perch. I hastily fixed my clothing, calmed down and retired to my room. I felt wonderfully spent, as if it had been me on top of Mr. Devon and his wonderful tongue.
I have been working for the couple I’m calling the Devons for about two years now. They are a wealthy California couple with a beautiful house high in the Hollywood hills. I love working for them for three reasons: 1. it’s a great-paying job that’s getting me through graduate school; 2. the Devens are a wonderful, friendly young couple and are easy to work for; and 3. their exhibitionist tendencies fuel my desire to watch.
Although I love getting a good cock stuffed into my pussy, I get doubly turned on when I watch other people having sex. Videos are not my thing; it has to be real-life, and preferably just a few feet away from me.
I am the Devons’ live-in maid. I take care of all the cooking, cleaning, shopping and washing, and I get to watch my employers fuck each other all over the house. I suspect that they know I watch them, but they are always discreet when we have a conversation, and I have never been asked to participate. I’m glad, because that would take out all the fun.
Mr. Devon’s favorite place for fucking around is in the pool cabana. It’s a lovely structure designed like a sheik’s residence. The walls are white adobe, and inside the main room there are large silk tapestries that cover every inch of the cabana. It’s filled with low benches and big fluffy pillows. There are six individual rooms built in for privacy, but the Devons rarely use them for their sexual escapades.
I first discovered my love for watching when I lived with my roommate, Marcie. She was a tall, well-built redhead. Her beautiful gray eyes attracted a lot of men, and there were plenty of times when Marcie would come home with her date all hot and horny.
One night she and a male friend were fucking furiously on the livingroom floor. Their moaning woke me up, and I peeked through a crack in my door to investigate. There was Marcie, buck-naked, riding some big black guy. Her breasts were jiggling and bouncing, and the guy was holding on to her and helping her move up and down on his dick. Marcie had her eyes closed and her head thrown back. She looked like she was in heaven, and she was screaming out the guy’s name.
Suddenly he pulled her off his dick and positioned her on all fours. My God! That guy had the biggest dick I ever saw! It was chocolate-colored and glistening with Marcie’s juice. The contrast their bodies made was pleasant to the eye. He, with his big, brown, coffee-colored body, and Marcie, the pale, lovely redhead. He rammed his big cock into my friend’s cunt, and slapping sounds filled the room.
I was mesmerized by the guy’s well-toned body. With every thrust, his asscheeks tightened. Before I knew it, I was excited and filled with a warmth that comes from being horny. I came like crazy, not even touching myself, just standing there watching my friend get the greatest fuck of her life.
Since that night I have always looked for opportunities to watch lovers. Little did I know that working for the Devons would satisfy my hunger for voyeurism. I had been in their employ for two weeks when I decided to use the pool. Lucie had said that I could use it at any time to cool off — especially if I had had a long, busy day.
Well, that day it was brutally humid. I had spent the morning and afternoon cleaning their three bathrooms, and I was ready for a little pool action. It was about five o’clock when I lay back on one of the chaise longues that surround the pool. I took in some sun for about a half hour and then walked over to the diving board for my first dip in the clear, cool water.
Right before I was about to make my dive, I heard voices from the cabana, which was directly behind me. I wasn’t sure if Mr. and Mrs. Devon were home, so I decided to investigate. I entered the dark, cool structure and peeked around a flowing silk tapestry that hung in the entranceway. It took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the dim light, but I was greeted with the sight of my employers making love.
Since it was so hot, sweat glistened on their bodies. Mr. Devon was sitting upright and leaning against a pillowed wall. His wife was positioned between his splayed legs and giving him a blowjob. His large dick kept disappearing into her mouth as he held her head in his hands. I could see Lucie’s little pink tongue flick up and down his shaft. I held my breath so they wouldn’t hear me.
Lucie’s sucking sounds made me very horny. I anticipated what was next. and in my heart, and cunt, I knew I wanted to see them fuck. As if in answer to my prayer, Mrs. Devon removed her mouth from her husband’s cock. He turned and lay down on the bench, and I could hear Lucie laugh as she positioned herself over her husband’s dick. Her palms were flat on the bench, and her cunt hovered teasingly over Mr. Devon’s upright dick. Her body undulated, and just the outermost edges of her cunt lips touched the tip of his erection.
Mr. Devon kept saying, “Please” over and over again, and each time he did that, Lucie went down farther on his cock. After about the tenth “please,” she slid down his full length with a triumphant look on her face.
Lucie immediately began to ride her husband like crazy. I couldn’t believe her control and stamina as she bobbed with mirth on her husband’s lovely cock. My breathing was labored as I silently watched them. I looked down and saw that my nipples were hard and poking against my lycra bikini top. As my eyes made their way back to my employers, my hands grasped my breasts. I tweaked each nipple and saw Mrs. Devon bend her body toward her husband so that he could grab hold of her breasts and suck on her erect nipples.
She kept bouncing up and down and sliding back and forth on her husband’s dick. He had such a look of concentration on his face, and sweat was pouring down both their bodies. Finally Lucie opened her eyes and, laughing, throatily said that she was about to come. I was so close that I could see her belly contract. Her body was covered with a new sheen of sweat.
She looked down and told her husband that she wanted him to come all over her breasts. Lucie removed herself from Mr. Devon’s cock and began to pump it with her hands. By this time one of my hands was inside my bikini bottoms, and one finger was playing with my throbbing clit.
As I stroked myself to orgasm, Lucie stroked her man. He moaned louder and grunted that he was about to explode. And he did. Thick, white, frothy streams of semen shot up in the air, and then another load flew to Lucie’s breasts. She immediately smeared her husband’s semen all over her twin mounds. They were both panting loudly when I came. Thank God! Because I had gotten so turned on by the two of them that I could barely stifle my own heated cries of passion.
I barely made it out of the cabana before I saw them both exit. Thinking fast, I made that long-awaited dive off the board, and when I surfaced, my employers were walking hand in hand around the pool.
Since that afternoon. I have had many opportunities to watch my employers. They fuck around all over their mansion. and I suspect that they enjoy giving me a thrill. I’ll be sad next year when I finish my term at graduate school. for I’ll have to leave my horny employers and seek my fortune. But who knows? Maybe I’ll find an apartment that faces someone’s bedroom. I’d love it!