In an unfamiliar room Craig stumbles through the dark and steps on a toy. Reaching out for balance he falls onto the bed. His head spinning with drunkenness he reaches down and massages the pain out of his foot. He had gone out with his friends Taylor and Melissa. Having had a few too many they offered to let him stay the night and sleep in their son's playroom. Cluttered with toys and enveloped with darkness, Craig found it difficult to travel the unfamiliar territory without incident. His recent journey aside, he felt the alcohol's full effect and positioned himself into the bed. He reminisced about the nights events.
Celebrating Taylor's birthday, Craig, Taylor, and his wife Melissa went to dinner. The food and wine seemed to keep coming. Begging for even more trouble the friends made a trip to the local casino. Rather they taking chances with the tables or machines, they opted to hover around the bar and continue the good times. A number of times throughout the night Craig felt a bit of out of place. The alcohol had affected Taylor in Melissa in a predictable way and as the night grew longer the distance between them grew shorter. Soon, Melissa was snuggled into his shoulder and whispering into his ear. Rubbing her bare legs he traced a finger tip from her shins up to the bottom of her noticeably short skirt. She giggles with anticipation but stops as she looks up and sees Craig's stare.
Always voyeuristic Craig had never found a real-world situation in which to indulge his fetish. He carried this secret desire in the hopes of one day looking in the right window, finding an open couple, or just stumbling into a situation that he could watch. He'd seen the voyeur videos online and even purchased some hidden cam videos from the local adult superstore but he knew it wouldn't be the same as seeing it in person. His head swimming with drunkenness, Craig chooses his final position, closes his eyes, and falls into sleep.
Two hours later, Craig awakens. A bit more sober, he struggles to remember where he is and why he is there. Moments pass and he remembers.
"Taylor and Melissa's house," he thinks to himself. "Jesus my head hurts."
Gathering his thoughts Craig turns his body and moves to the edge of the bed.
"I need some water," he thinks to himself.
As he starts to get up, he suddenly stops. He hears a noise: an unmistakable noise. It's Melissa and she's moaning. His interest piqued, Craig carefully navigates a path through the room to the door. He stops and listens.
"Yeah," he hears. "Fucking eat it. Lick my pussy--come on!"
Craig's eyes widen in surprise. He feels his cock harden and continues to listen.
"Oh that's it. Get that tongue in there. Come on Tay! Eat me!"
Craig decides to try to get better position. Gently and slowly he turns to knob to the door. He pushes it outward and steps forward to move into the hall. Then it happens. His foot lands on a toy car. Stabbing pains course through his leg and he lurches forward on one foot. Losing his balance entirely he falls to the floor pushing the door open so far it bounces off the wall and makes an awful racket. Still on the floor in both pain and embarrassment, Craig hears Taylor's bedroom door open and he blushes. Standing over him in a robe is Taylor.
"Dude," he said. "What the fuck happened? You alright?"
Embarrassed, Craig replies.
"Uh, yeah. I was going to the bathroom and stepped on a toy."
"You sure you weren't listening to me eating pussy?" Taylor asks. "It's okay dude. I'd be listening if you were doing it."
"Well," Craig replies pulling himself to his feet, "I actually was. Pretty hot, too."
"Listen," Taylor replies, "Melissa has always had an exhibitionist fetish so we'd actually like it if you joined us in the bedroom to watch. You down?"
His eyes wide in surprise and his cock throbbing at the thought, Craig nodded his head.
"I'd love to. I've always wanted to see."
Taylor turns and walks into his room followed closely by Craig. Instantly noticeable is Melissa. Covered only by the sheet on their bed, she smiles as they meet eyes.
"Hi there. You enjoy the show so far?" she asked.
"So far. Hoping for a bit more though," Craig replies.
"You know it," she says tossing the sheet aside.
Craig takes in the view before him. He sits in a chair in the corner and Melissa's gleaming smile draws his attention first. His sight moving down, he's drawn to her perky breasts. Taut against her tanned body, the nipples are erect thanks to the cool air. He looks down her belly to her glistening pussy. Taylor's saliva and her own moisture create a sheen unlike anything Craig has seen before. He licks his lips as he imagines what she must taste like.
"Alright," Taylor says breaking the silence. "Where were we? Ah, yes. The pussy eating."
Crawling onto the bed he spread her legs and takes a long look at her. Taylor sticks out his tongue and licks the length of her pussy. Slowly tracing from her amply moist opening he moves to her clit. Pausing to pay extra attention, he flicks it with his tongue. Craig watches Melissa squirm in pleasure. His pants grow tighter with the hardening of his cock. He considers taking it out but thinks better of it. Perhaps that's not part of the deal. Taylor continues to tongue his wife's pussy.
"Come on baby," she begs. "I'm so close. Make me cum. I wanna cum."
