Marlene and Carl had known, literally at first sight, that they were made for each other. They had met at a baseball game and in a remarkable way. Carl had been in the grandstand, watching the game through binoculars, and during a break in the action, he had idly turned the high-powered glasses on the open bleachers. Into focus had jumped a gorgeous redhead. She was leaning back, smiling, her face tilted up to the afternoon sun, and Carl had been struck by her beauty. He decided to lower the binoculars onto her legs, to see if her limbs were as sexy as her face and tits. When he did so, he got a welcome shock.
The redhead was sitting on the bench with her splendid, shapely legs wide apart and her short summer skirt pulled up and, aided by the high-powered binoculars, he could see that she was wearing no panties. He could see her pussy quite clearly under her skirt, shadowed but definite.
Carl gave a little gasp. Her cunt lips were unfurled, sparkling with streaky pussy juice. The oval of her open pussy was flooded with fuck cream. Her clit was stiff. As he stared at this succulent sight, brought up close by the binoculars, he felt as if he could almost touch that juicy cunt – that if he were to stick his tongue out, he would be licking it. Then her hand crept into focus. He saw her stroke the smooth flesh of her thigh…! Then her fingertips brushed lightly over her cunt.
Carl was gasping.
His cock began to thunder in his pants, rising stiff and hard.
The redhead continued to lightly strum her pussy.
Carl watched in fascination.
Then he wanted to get a look at her face, to see if her expression revealed what her hand was doing.
He elevated the glasses and got another shock.
For the redhead, too, had binoculars, holding them to her eyes with her free hand and looking through them – directly at him. Their gazes met through the multiple lenses. The redhead smiled, showing that she was perfectly aware of what Carl was looking at that she had been deliberately putting on that display for his benefit. He saw her binoculars lower slightly. He knew she was studying the cock lump that had risen in his pants. Her sweet red lips pursed in a kissing gesture – or had it been a sucking motion?
Carl cupped a hand on his prick and balls. She smiled happily and moved her middle finger along the wet slit of her foaming cunt.
She had the advantage.
Carl could not jack off right there in the grandstand. He could not take his cock out, whereas the redhead was able to slip her hand secretly up under her skirt. It's a shame, he thought. It would have been very interesting to be able to jack off while she finger fucked herself, sharing the sight and the thrill through the distance and the lenses that brought them so close together.
He wondered if he would ever meet that brazen redhead.
And he found her waiting for him outside the stadium.
She smiled as he approached.
"Haven't I – er – seen you somewhere before?" he asked.
The much over-used line was, in this case, appropriate.
"Why, now that you mention it…"
Carl asked if he could buy her a drink. She accepted easily, making no attempt to play hard to get, and they went to the nearest cocktail lounge where, after they had properly introduced themselves, they began to talk of certain likes and inclinations that they shared.
"I often sit with my legs apart," Marlene told him. "In public places. I like to have men stare at my cunt. It makes me feel so warm and wanted. Of course, I like to look at men too, but it isn't so easy for a man to show his prick in public," she giggled. "I've thought about dressing up in a man's clothing and going into public toilets so I could look at all those delicious pricks."
"What a naughty girl you are!" Carl exclaimed.
She lowered her gaze demurely accepting what she took to be a compliment. She said: "The only trouble with that idea is that I just know I'd get carried away and simply have to start sucking on those cocks. And since I'd be disguised as a man, people would get the wrong idea – they'd think that I was some awful pervert!"
Carl was laughing.
He found this sexy redhead stimulating and delightful. They had another drink, and he wasn't at all surprised when she started playing footsies with him under the table, then began to rub his leg.
When he asked her if she wanted to go back to his apartment, she said: "What kind of a girl do you think I am?" Since she had already told him, in no uncertain terms, what kind of girl she was, he was not put out by her remark. They went to his place and fucked up a storm.
After that memorable meeting, Carl and Marlene began to date steadily, finding ways to share their mutual desires. They went to nudist beaches where they stretched out in provocative positions, Marlene with her elegant legs wide apart and her cunt steaming, Carl on his back with a tantalizing semi-erection looping along his leg. They hid in the woods around well-known lovers' lanes, hoping to get a look at courting couples fucking on blankets beside their cars. They used their binoculars from high hotel rooms to look into the bedrooms of unsuspecting fuckers and drilled holes through the knotty pine walls of changing rooms at public swimming pools.
They both came to realize that neither of them would ever find a better mate, nor one more suitably inclined.
In time, they got married.
They fitted their first home out to cater to their tastes. It was a high-rise apartment with a balcony. And on that balcony, they mounted a high-powered telescope. They would take turns at the telescope, looking at bedroom windows, and when one or the other found an interesting sight, they would take turns observing the fucking and sucking that went on in the neighborhood.
They watched husband and wives, both with each other and with adulterous partners. They saw teenaged couples going through the various degrees of petting and necking and moving on to more fulfilling activities. They saw a sexy young girl give her boyfriend a blow job for the first time. They knew it was the first time because she spat the cum out and then sucked his cock again, swallowing the jizz as her taste for the stuff rapidly developed. On one memorable evening, they watched an elegant divorcee fuck her Doberman.
The long-distance spying was not all they did.
They had the guest room in their apartment fitted out with several two-way mirrors and often had young lovers over for the night.
They dabbled in wife swapping and participated in threesomes and foursomes and the odd full scale cluster fuck or orgy. But basically, they remained true to their first loves the visual delights of exhibitionism and of secret voyeurism.
Then Marlene got knocked up, which was not surprising, considering all the fucking they did morning, noon and night. And, in due course, Jeannie was born. Marlene had enjoyed being pregnant since it gave her a good excuse to have doctors look at her pussy, and she enjoyed having the baby so that she could show her tits off while nursing it in public. But as Jeannie grew older and needed a room of her own, they had to move her into the guest room, putting a stop to some of their activities. They could no longer invite couples to spend the night. They still treated themselves to perversion when they got the chance, but they had to do it outside the comforts of their own home.
Jeannie grew up.
She became sexy.
And those mirrors that had for so long gone unused, were still in her bedroom!
One evening, Carl came into the front room, sweating and gasping, with a huge lump in his pants.
Marlene looked up from her magazine.
He silenced her by holding a finger to his lips, then beckoned for her to come with him. Interested, curious and excited by his behavior and his hard-on, Marlene followed him to their room. He pointed at the secret mirror. She gasped. Why, he must have been spying on their daughter! What an incestuous thing to do! And what a good idea! Marlene moved to the mirror and looked through.
Jeannie was sitting naked on her bed.
Her firm tits were capped by the stiff nipples of desire and she was rubbing her foaming cunt! Side by side, father and mother watched in fascination as their daughter finger fucked herself. It was the most thrilling sight they had seen in years. The girl's face was contorted by lust, her eyes narrowed and her lips slack. She was not rushing things. She was lingering over a long, leisurely hand job.
Carl slipped his hand up under his wife's dress, from behind. She wore no panties, of course. Marlene never wore panties, for she could never know when the opportunity to flash her cunt might arise. Carl began to finger her juicy pussy.
She responded by drawing his huge prick from his pants and slowly stroking it.
They pressed their noses to the glass and, panting like dogs, watched their daughter jack off.
She whimpered and vibrated when she creamed.
Marlene and Carl rushed to the bed, and he got his prick in her pussy in the nick of time, spurting his load out on the very first stroke, as Marlene's pussy pulsed around it.
After that day, they spent a lot of time looking secretly into Jeannie's bedroom, and the girl did not disappoint them, for she gave herself a hand job almost every day. Carl and Marlene were reminded of the visual pleasures of former times, which they had to forsake for so long. Now there was the added thrill that it was their own little daughter they were spying on.
But, getting the taste for it again, they began to wish that they could invite other couples to that room, to provide variety. They even wished that Jeannie would have a girl friend aver to stay the night and that the two teen aged girls might fool around a bit together. They didn't want their daughter to be a lesbian, of course, but they would sure have liked to watch her suck a creamy cunt.
It was at this exciting time in their lives, their passions newly aroused again, that Marlene saw the advertisement for a couple to manage the Shady Nook Motel.
The opportunity was too good to pass up. They could fit one room out with spy holes and make sure that the most likely prospects – young couples or, best of all, honeymooners – stayed in that room. They would get a new thrill every night.
Now those spy holes had been bored. But unknown to Marlene or Carl – or Norman – those holes had already been used by Jeannie.