Rachel’s Point of view

"She thought she was alone, but what she saw, surprised and excited her"

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Rachel was in the second semester of her first year in college. Originally from the Pittsburgh area, she was attending Boston U, and living with her friend Tanya and her parents. This arrangement was saving her money, teaching her some independence, while giving her a safe place to live.
She had attended a party with some friends, but left early, having had just a few drinks while there. Things were getting a little “crazy”, and she was able to hitch a ride back to her place. She often referred to her friends house as home, even though it was merely a short term home.

She was surprised to find the suburban house was dark as she arrived, as normally Tanya’s folks were up late on Friday night. She entered the house quietly, not sure yet if they were out or asleep. She went to her bathroom to brush and freshen up for bed. While she had only had two drinks, she felt the affects on her.

After throwing her shirt and skirt into the laundry basket, she kicked off her shoes and socks and started removing her makeup. She still was mad at Jeffery. She had such a crush on him, and she thought he had on her, but tonight he just didn’t show it.

After she finished up in the bathroom she headed for her room. The Simpsons had a modest three bedroom ranch, with all of the bedrooms on one end of the house. As she approached the master suite, something made her stop. “What was that?” She thought.

Rachel soon found herself standing just outside of the open master suite door listening to a mixture of giggles, moans, as well as an occasional, wait, what was that? A slap? Knowing she shouldn’t, she peered closer to the door.

Inside the master suite she saw the glow of a soft light from a nightstand. What she saw next made her catch her breath. Leaning closer, she saw Mrs. Nicole Simpson up on her knees on her bed, naked, while Mr Mark Simpson was fucking her from behind. She felt her throat go dry as she watched, knowing she shouldn’t.

She nearly jumped when she saw Marks hand draw back and then slap his wife on the ass.

Nicole screamed, then moaned as Mark rubbed where he slapped. A few minutes later, he slapped her other ass cheek, Nicole repeating the soft scream and moan.

Rachel had never experienced, or seen, such a sight. She knew she shouldn’t be watching, but she felt herself growing wet as she watched. Despite the slap, Nicole seemed to be enjoying. Rachel realized she was too, and began to notice herself growing wet.

She nearly gasped as she saw Mark pull out of Nicole, the sight of his erect, full dick nearly made her drool. Mark slapped Nicole again, and then told her to come.

Rachel stepped back a little as it seemed that Mark was leading Nicole towards her. In fact, they stopped just a few feet away at what she always thought to be a towel bar. She realized now it was a support bar which Nicole now grasped as she leaned over. Mark was only six feet away, nearly close enough for her to touch, as she watched him tease his wife’s pussy lips and ass hole.

As he slapped her, this time Rachel could see the redness on Nicole’s ass cheeks. After each slap, she heard Nicole gasp, and then moan. Rachel caught herself as she nearly moaned as well. She wanted to reach out and play with that hard dick. Never had she seen such a big, beautiful dick. As Mark reentered Nicole, Rachel found her fingers touching herself, imagining it was her.

As she watched, their fucking became deeper, harder. She could hear his balls slapping her ass. She could hear not only the sound of Nicole’s ass being slapped, but she could hear Nicole’s pussy juices being fucked. Soon, Rachel could hear her own pussy juices as she finger fucked herself.

As she realized Mark was now grunting that familiar sound of a male orgasm, Rachel knew it was time for her to retreat to her own room before being seen, where she knew she’d bring her own juices back to life.

Published 10 years ago

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