My name is Jack Duncan. I am 45 and a professional
photographer. My wife Debbie is 32 with wavy, natural
blonde hair atop a 5’6″ body weighing 123 pounds.
Blessed with a beautiful face and stark green eyes,
Debbie has shapely hips carried on long, lovely legs.
With supple breasts filling a B-cup, she is an
attractive woman.
My appetite for eroticism to some is strange. I am a
voyeur and having a vivid imagination and pretty wife I
am highly aroused watching her flirt with other men. I
even encouraged her to get a boyfriend. Of course this
hurt her feelings.
One day I was sitting at my desk in our den reading
impregnation stories and didn’t hear her approach. I
was startled when she wrapped her arms around me. I
could feel her breath on my neck and her breasts
pressed against my back as she looked over my shoulder.
In a soft voice she asked, “What are you reading?”
For several awkward moments I held my breath as she
studied the screen. “Read it to me,” she whispered.
Hesitantly I read the story about a husband who
encourages his wife to take a lover and she gets
pregnant.
Debbie asked, “Do you fantasize like this when we have
sex?”
“Mmm-huh,” and immediately I regretted my answer.