Peeping Tom

My name is Mallika, and I'm married to Dheeraj, who is in the Navy. We are both 29 yrs. old, and, have been, married for 7 years. Dheeraj has a much younger brother, Sunil who is now 20. Since he was 18, Sunil has spent most weekends, at our flat, when Dheeraj is away, keeping me 'company'.

Because I am alone so much, in the flat, I don't close doors as much as most people. One night when Sunil was in the flat, I decided to have a bath, while he watched a video. As I lay soaking, in the hot, soapy water, I sensually washed my 36D breasts, with a large sponge, filling it with hot water and squeezing it, so the contents cascaded down onto my big brown nipples. Although I had a Simply Red tape playing, I heard Sunil walk along the corridor, presumably, going to the toilet. As I continued rubbing my breasts, stomach and legs, I forgot about him. After a couple of minutes, I realised that I hadn't heard the cistern flush. I turned my head, towards the partly open, door, and suddenly heard the sound of scampering feet, and the toilet door closed. He had been peeking through the gap in the door! I guessed that he was now tugging at his young cock. I was blushing, but giggled at how naughty I felt.

Perhaps I was naive, but, as he was only 18, I never considered that he would be interested in girls, never mind, a woman my age. I got out of the bath, and closed the door. As I dried myself, I heard Sunil leave the toilet, and go back to the living room.

Now, in my short gown, and a pair of clean pair of knickers, I joined Sunil. He acted as if nothing had happened, but hardly looked at me, as he continued to watch his video. I poured myself a glass of wine, and decided to forget about the incident.

I didn't give it another thought until Sunil arrived, the following Friday. We chatted, as usual, while we ate a take-away meal, with me drinking a couple of glasses of wine. I told him that he could watch a video, if he wanted to, while I took a bath.

I was getting undressed, while the water was running, when the memories of the previous week came back to me. I put my hand on the door handle, to close it, when I had the naughtiest of thoughts. Deliberately, I left it ajar, about 9 or 10 inches.

When I sunk into the hot bubbles, I couldn't relax. My heart was skipping beats as I wondered whether he would come back, for a second look. I needn't have worried, after about five minutes, I sensed him tiptoeing out of the living room. Desperately trying not to look at the door I leaned out of the bath to pick up the large jug, to wash my hair, making sure that he got a good view of my firm tits and inch long, 'rock hard' brown nipples.

I proceeded to wash my long, brown, permed hair, gently making my breasts sway, when the soapy bubbles ran over them. After 5, or so, minutes, I heard the toilet door close. I chuckled, to myself. It had worked. I don't know why, but teasing this 18-yr. old boy was turning me on. After rinsing my hair, I lay back, and just wallowed, letting my nipples peak through the bubbles. As he probably couldn't see my tits, anymore, he went back to his video. Again we didn't mention what had just happened, as I sat opposite him, while we watched the late night football highlights. In bed that night, I couldn't get to sleep, for thinking about what I had done. Quietly, and quickly I fingered myself to orgasm.

We continued this 'game' for the whole of the following year, whenever Dheeraj was at sea. He would stand outside of the bathroom, watching me wash my tits, then run into the toilet for a wank. Then I would sit opposite him, sometimes flashing my knickers, and long legs. Occasionally I would let my Robin fall open, to show him my cleavage, pretending that it was an accident. In bed I would end the night by playing with myself.

By now I had convinced Dheeraj to buy me a vibrator, 'because I missed him so much'! I don't know which of us looked forward to Friday night, the most, Sunil or myself. Towards the end of the year, I found a pair of my knickers in the wash-basket, with a white stain in the crotch that I wasn't mine!

Sunil came to stay with me for the weekend, of his 19th birthday. By now he was quite tall (5ft 9) and handsome, for a young boy. Playing football and hockey had made his body fill out.

When the pizza arrived, I offered him a bottle of beer, for the first time, "Are you sure?" he asked. "Of course. You're nearly a man now!" I laughed.

We spent the next hour eating, drinking (he had three bottles!), and chatting. When we had finished, I announced that I was going to have a bath. We had still never admitted, to each other, that we both knew what the other was doing. Perhaps, the mystery added to the sexual tension.

As I was getting undressed, I had a Devilish thought, as to what I would do for his birthday treat. Just to tease him, I closed the bathroom door.Sunil was watching his video, when I sat joined him in the living room. As I always do, when I sit on the armchair, I curled my legs underneath me. As we chatted, and drank, I shuffled my position slightly, opening my legs. His eyes nearly popped out of his head; I wasn't wearing any knickers!

During the next half-hour, I was 'like a cat on hot coals'; I couldn't sit still, re-positioning myself, continuously, making sure that he didn't miss a thing. Opening my legs, slightly, then closing them, pulling my knees up to my chin, short flashes then long, lingering moments. My fanny was soaking. I started to worry that I might mark the chair! He never took his eyes from between my legs. He, too, had to keep adjusting himself, as his cock must have been straining to get out of his pants.

Sunil suddenly blurted out, "I'm going to bed!" and ran out of the room, nearly bent double. Pleased with myself, I too went to bed. As I was a little bit drunk, for once, I couldn't keep quiet when I fucked myself, three or four times, with my vibrator. I was moaning and groaning, as I thrashed my plastic cock in and out of my hot cunt, thinking about Sunil in the next room, wanking for India.

The atmosphere, at breakfast, was electric. We never spoke about the previous nights' 'game', but he couldn't hide the cheeky grin, on his face. I was really enjoying these nights, but gradually, began to worry about where the relationship was going. Thankfully, Dheeraj was soon posted back to the UK, which meant that he could travel home, most weekends. I, also, started going out, occasionally, with friends, from work, on Fridays, which meant that the risk was being reduced, as Sunil was staying less often.

When he did, we still 'played our game', still without touching each other. My masturbating was getting louder and louder, as I wanted him to know the effect that he had on me. I was, also, deliberately leaving my wet knickers on the top of the wash basket, for him to find. The following morning, they would always be caked in dry spunk.

Just before the Christmas, Dheeraj was posted to the Mediterranean, for two months. On the Thursday after he had gone, Sunil rang to ask if he could bring a friend, to stay at the flat, on the Saturday night. Nervously, I agreed, but told him that I would be going out, to a party, with colleagues from work, so they would be alone. He didn't seem to mind, too much, which disappointed me slightly.

On the Saturday, they arrived at about 5pm, Sunil showed his friend Robin, to the spare room, where they left their over night bags. Both boys were 15, about the same height and physique. Sunil was the most attractive, but Robin had bright ginger hair, and a lovely, warm smile. We sat talking and drinking coffee, for an hour, or so, when I looked at my watch and told them that I would have to shower and get ready for my party.

As I didn't know what Sunil had told Robin, I closed the bathroom door, when I showered. As I was about to turn the shower on, I heard the sound of whispering, outside the door. I smiled, to myself, as I realised that Sunil had told his friend about our 'game'.

I was in my bedroom, fastening my bra, when I heard someone open the bathroom door; I looked in the mirror. My bedroom door wasn't completely closed, and I could see Robin watching me. For a few seconds, I didn't know what to do. Instead of confronting him, I slowly continued, straightening my black nylon, stockings, bending over as I did, so my tits nearly popped out of the cups. I pulled my knickers high up my thighs, making sure that they accentuated my legs, and framed my tight, round arse cheeks, for him.

My heart was pounding, as I took my time choosing a skirt, finally deciding on my, short, black leather one, and a low cut blue blouse. By now Sunil had joined him, they had even pushed the door open slightly, for a clearer view. By the time, that I had put my shoes on, they were back, sitting in the living room.

"What are you plans for tonight?" I asked Sunil, while I stood in front of the mirror, applying my lipstick. "We're just going to watch a couple of videos," he laughed, and looked at Robin, who joined in.

I was watching Robin and Sunil's reflections, as they stared at me, whispered and began to laugh, again. "I might be late, because some of the girls are going clubbing. There's beer in the fridge, if you want it." I winked at Sunil, and left for the party.

Although I am only 29, it felt good to be desired by these two young boys, one of who was my brother in law. The party was held in a City center pub, and went well. There was plenty to drink and eat, and the music was good. When the pub closed, no one really wanted to go clubbing, so I decided to go straight home. In the taxi, I spent the whole journey planning how I could tease both boys, without letting anything get 'out of hand'.

As I entered the flat, I could hear the boys making a lot of noise, and the T V was very loud. The first thing that I saw was a black cock, the size of my arm going into a shaved fanny, on my 24- inch TV!

"What the Hell! Where did you find those?" I shouted, as I entered the living room. They were watching Dheeraj's porn videos, and the carpet was littered with used tissues and empty beer bottles. "Shit!" Sunil gasped, "I'm sorry, I was looking for something to watch, and found these." He stuttered, as he tried to find the remote control, and pull his pants up to cover his boner, at the same time! "I'm so sorry, Mel. I thought that you would be back later than this! Shit! I'm so sorry!"

The sight of two teenagers wanking at a porn film was surreal, but very funny. Laughing at his predicament, I told him, "It's okay. Don't let me spoil your night, carry on. Who wants a beer?"

Puzzled, they looked at each other, grinned, and then both replied, "Yes please." When I came back with the beers, they had pulled their jeans up, but had not fastened them. Their cocks were now hidden from view. I handed them a bottle, each, making sure that they could look down my cleavage.

Sitting next to Sunil, I picked up two of the empty video boxes, and asked, "This isn't the first time that you've watched these, is it?" Blushing, he replied that he'd found them some months earlier, and had regularly watched them, when I went out. I couldn't believe how horny he was. Not only had he spent the last 18 months spying on me, he was also wanking over porn videos. I only wished that his elder brother had been half as horny!

"Which one do you like best?" I asked. After looking at Robin, for guidance, Sunil pointed at one on the floor. 'Blowjob Annie', "I might have guessed! Just like your brother!" I said as I read the box, "Is this what you like your girlfriends to do, for you?" I asked him. "I wish!" he said as he rolled his eyes, Robin nodded in agreement.

"So what do they do?" I teased.

"Not much, only, you know..playing with their…tits." Sunil started to laugh, at his confession.

"You mean that you've never had a blowjob!" I rolled my eyes in mock amazement,

"Well, if you promise not to tell anyone, and I mean, anyone, we can put that right, tonight, can't we!" Even though they were my words, I shocked myself. "I promise, I promise!" they both shouted.

Standing up, I started to unbutton my blouse; "We can't do anything with our clothes on. Hurry up, get your jeans off!"

In seconds, jeans, socks, shirts and briefs were being flung around the room. As I dropped my skirt, to the floor, they both stood, with their hand on their hips. Their young cocks were as hard as rocks, jutting out from their firm, young bodies. Stepping out of my skirt, I was left in just my pale blue bra, pants, suspenders and black stockings. Raising my arms above my head, and breathing in, I asked, "Do I look nice?"

"Yes!" they answered together.

With a cheeky smile, I then asked, "Who wants to go first?"

Already tugging on his cock, Sunil nearly screamed, "Me, please!"

"You had both better sit down, then." I motioned to the sofa. The two naked boys sat side by side. I knelt in front of them. Resting my tits on his knees, I ran my red finger- nail down Sunil's' big blue vein. He winced. "Did that hurt?" I teased. Sunil nodded. "I'd better kiss it better then."

Wrapping my fingers around the slim shaft, I slowly covered the purple helmet with my mouth, "OOOOOHHH!" He groaned. Slowly and firmly I stroked up and down, as I sucked and licked his young meat. With my other hand, I tickled Robin's balls, and teased his cock with my fingers.

Sensing that his balls were tightening, I pulled my head back, and speeded up my rubbing,"Aaaagghhh!" he grunted, as his hot, white spunk shot out of his tiny piss hole, landing on his stomach. With a couple of firm, squeezes, the last drops oozed out.

"Me, me, me now!" Robin squealed excitedly. I straightened my self, and undid my bra. My breasts were aching, and my long nipples felt like pebbles. Moving in front of Robin, I told Sunil, "Squeeze my tits." As I took hold of Robin's fat cock, Sunil knelt beside me, and tentatively held my right breast.

"Not like that, squeeze them harder, you've waited long enough, use both hands." With that he dug his fingers into my fleshy mounds, and pounded them like they were clay. Robin ran his fingers through my hair, as I covered his knob with my hot mouth. The pain that Sunil was causing in my tits was fantastic, my mouth was watering nearly as much as my cunt, making me squirm.

Continuing to wank Robin, I stopped sucking, to whisper, "Finger me. Squeeze my arse." Sunil couldn't believe his luck, and moved behind me. One hand went straight down the back of my knickers, digging his fingers into my arse cheek. I let out a little sigh. Unsure, his other hand slid into the front of my pants, slowly moving through my hairy pubes.

His hand was trembling. "Finger me!" I repeated. His fingers slid all over my sweaty box. My cunt lips seemed to part of their own accord; my fanny sucking his slim fingers in, first one, then two. I groaned as I speeded up my blowjob. I stopped concentrating, as Sunil twisted his hand around, his thumb touching my clitoris, sending me to new heights of desire. Robin's cock twitched, and his juice squirted into my mouth. I pulled it in as far as it would go, draining every last drop, into my mouth. I threw my head back, to see Robin shaking. "Wow!" was all that he could say.

Sunil was still fingering me and digging his fingers into my soft arse flesh. Like an expert. I was rotating my hips, in rhythm, while his thumb kept hitting the tip of my clit. I was going mad. "Deeper, harder, more, more!" I shouted, closing my eyes. Clinging onto Robin's hips, my face pressed against his still hard cock, I fucked his hand, desperately trying to climax.

Sunil was now pressing his own, hard cock against my stocking clad leg. I turned my head to look at my young brother in law, "Fuck me." I told him.

"I haven't got anything." He pleaded, not wishing to miss this opportunity.

"I don't care! Fuck me!", I yelled.

Without being told twice, he pulled his fingers out of my throbbing cunt, and knelt directly behind me. At first he fumbled with my knickers, then pulled them to one side, I was so wet and swollen, he slid in very easily.

Grabbing my suspender belt, he immediately started banging away, as only a young boy can. This was what I needed. "Oh yes Sunil!" I groaned, "faster, faster! Fuck me harder! Squeeze my tits! Fuck me, fuck me!"

'Doggy Style' is my favourite position. I love the feeling when the cock rubs against my rear wall. I opened my eyes to see Robin's cock still waving in front of me. I couldn't resist, and pulled it back into my mouth. It tasted wonderful; still covered in spunk and lipstick. I gobbled on it like it was a toffee. With my other hand, I had to play with my clit. I had never known it stick out so much. It actually hurt as I rubbed it with my finger.

Sunil had found another gear, and was really hammering into me, digging his fingers into my tits, occasionally nipping my nipples. With hindsight, he had probably had two or three wanks before I caught him, then I had given him a blowjob, so no wonder he didn't show any signs of cumming!

I shuddered as my climax hit me, but, as Sunil was still fucking me, and Robin was looking very comfortable as I continued sucking him, I decided to keep playing with myself. Three more times I climaxed, before Sunil shot a small load into me.

He pulled out, and flopped down, beside me. I, too, was shattered. I rolled over, and sat next to him. I was shaking and covered in sweat. His cock was covered in our juices, and still stood up like a small flagpole.

As I got my breath back, Robin moved off the sofa, and stood in front of me, pointing his cock at my face. "Can I…have a turn, please." He asked, politely! After grabbing a bottle of beer and taking a swig, to lubricate my mouth, I smiled as I told him, "Of course, sweetheart. I wouldn't want you to feel left out." As I stood up, I slipped my knickers off, leaving me in just my stockings and suspenders, my cunt lips felt as if they were hanging down to my knees. The look on both of their young faces was very satisfying, as I lay back on the sofa, with my legs splayed wide apart, Sunil's spunk still leaking from my hole. Their grins could have lit up the room.

Robin, lay on top of me, and with a little bit of adjustment, his cock slid inside. After the hammering that Sunil had just given me, I was a bit tender, but that just added to the excitement, as he too, started like a train, which took me by surprise. By instinct I wrapped my legs around his hips, rubbing my nylons against his back. By doing this, his fat cock went in as deep as Sunil had done from behind. My aching breasts were wobbling as they rubbed against the soft, red, hair on his chest. He tried to kiss me, but couldn't make contact, as the speed of his fucking kept making our mouths miss.

"Slow down," I pleaded, "Okay," he smiled. As I released my legs from his hips, he moved onto his knees, and quickly put his forearms under my legs. Without removing his cock, he lifted my arse off the settee, so that I was resting on my shoulders, "What the Hell do you think you're doing?" I shouted, as his cock went in deeper and deeper. "I saw it on one of the films and it looked good!" Was his answer.

I was nearly bent double, as he held onto the arm of the sofa, making all of his weight push his cock into me. For once, I'd never felt anything like it! His average sized cock seemed to be filling my belly! He was doing press-ups as he fucked me, building up his speed with each stroke. Without realising it I was screaming, "Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me you bastard! That hurts! Don't stop! Fuck me!"

"Mallika, be quiet!" Sunil urged me. The pain was nearly becoming unbearable, as my cunt began to dry up, and my stomach was beginning to ache. My face was becoming contorted with pain as I tried to stop myself screaming, as he now fucked me with long, deep, strokes, plunging in and out, as fast as ever. This 15-year-old boy was filling me deeper than anything that I'd ever known before. I was digging my own nails into his shoulders when he speeded up on more time and fired the last of his hot spunk deep into my womb.

My hips, tummy and cunt ached, as he slowed down and let my legs flop to my side. As he lay limply on top of me, I couldn't resist kissing him. Gently we rolled our tongues around each other's mouths, while we came down from that fantastic high.
Finally, I kissed him on the forehead, and whispered, "I need to go to the toilet." He rolled over, and I slid off the sofa. My legs were shaking, and I was gasping for air, as I walked out of the room.

My fanny was throbing as I took a long, satisfying piss. When I finished I sat for a few minutes, contemplating, what I had just done, with two 18-year-old boys. Inadvertently, my fingers were rubbing my clit, at the same time! After I had finished, I picked up a bathrobe, and went back in the living- room, where the boys were watching a girl, in a video, getting fucked in the arse and cunt, at the same time. They looked at me, holding their stiff cocks, and smiled, in anticipation of yet more sex.