Up to this point, all of my stories have been of the incest/taboo genre. This is my first undertaking into the exhibitionist/voyeur type tale. In times past, I have had some comments made by readers who’ve taken me to task concerning my choice of tags for my work. I’m just going to inform and advise the reader right now, this erotic story (and the subsequent parts following it) have lots of things happening in them. Mainly there’s going to be LOTS of sex taking place between a varied amount of characters. If you venture into this story and the parts that follow this one (as I hope you will) you’ll also see that there are hints of incest/taboo between some of the characters, as well as ones that haven’t been thoroughly introduced yet.
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I Want You To Watch Me, Part One
And The Resurrection Of Lazarus
When my phone rang, I looked at the caller ID, and saw that it was my lawyer trying to get a hold of me. I wasn’t certain that I wanted to answer it…but, out of necessity, I did anyway. It was the secretary, Sheryl, letting me know that my divorce was going to be finalized on the twenty-sixth of the month. I found I couldn’t help having mixed feelings over the fact that my marriage of more than I cared to count years, was soon coming to an end.
From what I know now, the noticeable changes for Laura’s and my relationship, came after she had talked me into buying a used twenty-six-foot travel trailer. And it wasn’t like I was totally against making that purchase, but it did seem kind of odd at the time, how almost overnight, my wife had so intensely caught the RV-ing bug. In all our time together, even back to before we were married, she had never let on that she wanted to be an owner of a recreational vehicle. Laura had always been a tried-and-true-hotel-vacationing kind of woman.
At the time, I thought maybe she was doing her best to bring a little zing and spark back into our marriage. But, sorry to say, not that much could be done for our sex life.
Regrettably, my attractive-looking wife, and I had been having some difficulty in the bedroom. Due to the fact that I had to have three stents implanted in the ER for my heart, to keep the flow of blood working through my unfortunately clogged arteries. But also due to the fact that I had to take blood thinners, it had also affected the flow of blood to my groin, which made it near impossible to maintain reliable erections.
Laura and I had two children, adult girls, actually. Randi, who was twenty-four and Amber who had just a month before my surgery, celebrated her twenty-first birthday. Randi had been born out of wedlock before we were married, when Laura and I acted as if we knew everything there was to know about having children.
Because of my inability to get predictable erections, and me not having the option to take Viagra, I’d sometimes make stupid wisecrack remarks to my wife about maybe letting her have a night of her own, with another man. And more often than I was comfortable with, she would candidly remind me, in no uncertain terms, how much she missed having the amount of sex that she and I used to. And even though the doctor believed that my situation was, at best, temporary; my wife, not to her credit, hadn’t been letting up on me about my responsibility to make her happy in bed and deliver the orgasms to her, like I used to.
So, to try to at least do something together, I let her talk me into going camping with a new-to-us, twenty-six-foot travel trailer.
Because I had left it up to her when and where we would haul our newly acquired RV, she was the one who took care of all the reservations for our first three-day-and-night foray to the campground, that she had personally selected. And Laura took care of all the financial arrangements, paying for it with her personal credit card.
On that very first trip, we happened to be situated immediately next to a rather-large-and-impressive-looking fifth-wheel trailer, that I soon found out was owned by a man named, Ray Turner. He also had his sister along with him, whose name was Nancy, with the same last name as his.
Not having been adequately introduced at first to Ray or Nancy, my initial impression of them was that they were people with somewhat-more-than-reasonable, good-looking appearances. And even though they seemed to behave in a way that I wouldn’t go so far as to label as arrogant, in my rather quick assessment of them, they seemed rather close to it.
My wife and the Turner siblings had started a conversation on Thursday evening, the first night we were there. And it didn’t take long to see that Ray and his sister were enjoying a flirtatious discourse with Laura. With me standing outside, working on setting up our RV’s water and sewage lines in the approximate area, it quickly became apparent that my wife really seemed to be getting into the risqué repartee that quickly began escalating between the three of them. As a matter of fact, I found it almost more than a coincidence, that as Laura furthered her conversation with Nancy, they both began talking about a steamy romance novel that they had been reading. I found out the name of it was ‘Love’s Passion Found’ and that the author’s name was Heather Brandy.
As the conversation, about the naughty book that they were reading, continued between Laura and our lady neighbor, it became more than obvious and amazing, that Nancy was practically flaunting her sexual availability to not just my wife, but to me, also. And I had to admit to myself, at the time, I thought from the limited view that I had of her, Nancy probably would’ve been a happy fuck-partner for any man who would make himself available to her.
But as life sometimes brings us misfortune, around four o’clock that afternoon, I discovered there was a problem with my Ford XLT F-150 pickup. Calling the nearest dealership, which happened to be about thirty-five miles away, they told me it was an issue that Ford Motor Company was aware of, and had sent out information to all their dealerships on how to quickly and effectively take care of the problem.
Thankfully, the service tech told me that it was an easily fixable issue and that they could have me come in the next day to get it rectified. So I made an appointment with him to be there in the AM the next day, so they could do what was needed to fix my truck.
So, that first evening, I didn’t think it that odd how Laura had spent about three hours over in our neighbors’ RV. When she came back, I could tell that she had most likely had a few glasses of some type of red wine; the reason most likely was because she smelled of it, and seemed to be in a very good mood.
I was happy that she had so quickly found a friend on our first camping trip. And then my wife and I watched a little TV before settling down for the night.
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That next morning, I left the campground for the Ford dealership around eight o’clock, giving a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek to Laura. As I said goodbye, I told her…
“Hey, I’ll be back as soon as I can. But do me a favor, will ya? Be careful around those people next door. There’s something about them that makes me wonder if they’re not lifelong members of the international swingers club.”
Looking at me sheepishly, with a playful and mischievous smile, my wife then said…
“Yeah, but honey, you’re always saying that it would be all right if I had a temporary boyfriend. Maybe, this just might be the day that I run into him? After all, you’ve been telling me you’d be okay with it, right?”
With the annoyed look I gave her, there wasn’t any doubt in my mind that my wife had to have been able to understand that, as far as her finding a part-time paramour, I definitely wasn’t wanting it to be that particular day.
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After I’d arrived back at our camping spot at around three in the afternoon, I began talking to my wife. I sensed there was something puzzling about her demeanor. And adding to that, she had a strong smell of alcohol and pot permeating from her. And I knew I had good reason to suspect that she had been hanging around with the Turners, at their fifth-wheel camper again, as she had the night before.
“Hey, Laura, is it just me, or is there a strong smell of weed and booze coming from you? Or, maybe it’s just my imagination?”
“Honey, there’s something I need to tell you. Actually, I’ve sort of got a confession to make.”
With the way she was talking, I could tell she wasn’t intoxicated or high, but probably had been both, earlier, before I’d gotten back.
“A confession?”
But with what I’d already seen going on between our neighbors and my wife, I sensed I had legitimate reasons to be concerned about what that confession might entail. And I was wondering if it had anything to do with her no longer wearing her bra, because I was certain she was wearing it when I left to get my truck repaired that morning.
“Yeah. While you were gone, Nancy and I got to talking about our book that we’re both reading. You know the one, ‘Love’s Passion Found’, by Heather Brandy.”
“So, is this confession just about your silly book you’re reading? ‘Cause, if it is, honey, don’t worry yourself about it.”
I was trying to give her as much leeway as I could, hoping that she’d change her mind regarding any mea culpa that I was afraid she might want to share with me. But from the look on her face, I could tell she was determined to keep going.
“Well, after you left, we started really talking and getting excited about the book. And then Nancy invited me into their camper so we could talk more privately, y’know, just her and me. But, I guess because we’re all on vacation, y’know, no cares in the world for us… we got to drinking, a lot.
“Oh, Kyle, there’s so many parts of the story where there’s these awesome love-scenes, and some of them are between women. And we started reading those passages out loud to each other…”
As she breathlessly worked to detail what happened between herself and the lady camper next to us, I started to feel my cock tingling, like it was trying to make its presence known, as it used to, before my heart situation.
“And then one thing led to another, honey. I hope you can understand, but I’ve never been attracted to another woman before in my life. And then Nancy and I started kissing.”
When she’d told me that, my eyes flew open—I’m sure, showing my total surprise.
“Oh, Kyle, I really hope you’re not going to get upset with me!!”
Feeling half excited and turned on, as well as frustrated and fearful, of what she was going to tell me next, I was drawn even deeper into knowing what happened between her and Nancy Turner.
“Why don’t you tell me about it then? It’s sounding like you’re needing to get something off your chest.”
“Okay, Kyle. Just remember, you asked me to tell you what happened, so I don’t want you getting angry about any of this.”
And that’s when what I heard come out of her mouth was—which I didn’t realize then—the statement that would change our life together, more than I could ever understand at that time.
“You know you’ve told me before about maybe me being with somebody if I got horny enough. Well, that’s what happened, honey. Nancy brought out some pot that she had, and asked me if I wanted to smoke it with her. Since I hadn’t had any in years, and because the girls aren’t with us this trip, I didn’t think it would hurt to take a few tokes off her doobie.”
“So, you not only got drunk, but high with Nancy, too?”
“Well, you see Kyle, we wanted to get in the moment because of us reading the story to each other. So after we got high, Nancy talked me into taking my clothes off, and getting naked with her. It was so fucking wild!!
“Yeah, really, really wild. We started kissing. She’s a great kisser by the way…and then…”
She momentarily stopped telling me what happened, and with a wicked stare on her face, it appeared as if she was trying to gaze into a place that existed somewhere in the world of my wife’s secret longings.
“Go on, Laura…tell me.”
But I wasn’t sure if I really wanted her to do that.
“Then…Oh God, Kyle…I didn’t even try to stop Nancy when she pushed my legs apart and started eating my pussy!!”
For some reason, even though I wasn’t totally surprised to hear my wife tell me that another woman had performed oral sex on her, it still rocked me to my core that the mother of my children was behaving that way. But she wasn’t finished telling me what happened. Not by a long shot.
“And I need to tell you this. After she went down on me, Nancy talked me into doing the same thing back to her. Kyle, that really blew my fucking mind!! Me…Laura Dawson…respected twelfth-grade math teacher, gives herself over to having a wild sexual fling with new friends we met while camping!!”
My heart instantly dropped when I heard her use the word, ‘friends’.
“Friends? You said friends, Laura. I thought you said you were only with Nancy?”
“I did? Oh yeah, there was her brother, too.”
“You did something with her brother, Laura??”
“Well, of course. After all, it is his fifth-wheel, so it ended up he was in there with us. Not in the same room…at first. But Ray was there, too.”
I could smell where this was going and I didn’t like it…not one fucking bit. But as it was, I knew I had to find out what else happened during the short time I was away.
“So…Ray was there, too. And how does Ray figure into all this, Laura?”
I could tell by the way my wife looked at me in her poker-faced way, that she was testing the waters of my acceptance of things that she knew would totally piss me off.
“Well…I might’ve sucked his cock, honey. And I’m pretty sure he went down on me, too, just like his sister did.”
“Might’ve, Laura, you’re-not-fucking-sure???”
I was really trying to keep my anger in check. God knew I was trying not to explode with what my wife had been piecemeal revealing to me. But the way she was doing it, wasn’t making it easy for me.
“Well, by the time I’d drank the wine, and then smoked Nancy’s pot with her, all that we did, now seems kinda hazy. Yeah, I’m not really sure of anything, Kyle.”
And then as if a switch was pulled, her contrite attitude suddenly became replaced by a defiant anger and rebelliousness that I hadn’t seen from her in a long while.
“Look, here it is—you haven’t been able to fuck me even since before you got those goddamn stents!! And so now you’re gonna blow your lid because I finally get to have a little fun? You’re gonna fucking do that to me now, Kyle??
“Besides that, there’s things that I need you to understand about me, things that I’ve been afraid to tell you. But how the fuck can I trust you, with the way you’re reacting now, to what I’m trying to tell you???”
She had been furiously shouting at me when she said that, and I was very confident that the blaring sound of her voice was most likely being heard at least by our neighbors, Ray and his sister, Nancy.
“Oh, and another thing. Don’t try and deny it now, Kyle. You have been suggesting for a while, that you’d be okay if I had another man for a night or two, to help me through this. And I haven’t tried to hide anything from you about what happened today, have I??”
I immediately cursed my stupidity when she reminded me of what I’d foolishly told her!! I asked myself how I could even say something that absurd to my own wife, about me being okay with her having sex with another man, without thinking through what the consequences of that might entail???
But because of my compliance in giving her those collusive signals, I felt it important to make sure I looked at both sides of the issue, and to keep her needs important, as well. But I knew it was still necessary to make my point before I lost what I thought was the upper hand for me in our conversation.
“No, I guess you haven’t tried to hide anything, Laura, but don’t you think it would be good if you let me know before you go and do something off-the-wall like what you did today? Let me know what’s happening as far as our marriage is concerned? We are still married, aren’t we? Remember those wedding vows that we made? That we’d keep ourselves to each other only, nobody else in our marriage bed and all that? And that fucking sheet of paper that we signed, our marriage license, you remember that, don’t you??”
As she listened to my side of things, I could see the contrition in her face return, realizing I was making some legitimate points.
“Okay, you’re right. I screwed up when I didn’t tell you. But now, I’m telling you, Kyle. I’m tired of not being taken care of in bed. I know it’s not your fault, and I’m sorry about what I said about your stents. They’re the reason why you’re still alive today. But I need something from you. I need you to ease up on me a little bit. I need you to give me some space to let my hair down and be free for a while.”
Suddenly, my mind whirled at what she said. ‘Giving her some space,’ and about her being ‘free for a while.’ What exactly were the implications of that happening, I wondered, and what explicitly did my wife mean when she said that?
“Besides that, I’m not wanting to be demanding about it, and I’m just hoping that you’ll do it because you love me. They told me they want me to come back over tonight, and hang out with them. And y’know something else, Kyle? I like them. They’re fun people to be around. Because of me trying to be a responsible mom and a high-school teacher all these years, I haven’t let my hair down and unwind like I’ve wanted to. I finally had the chance to smoke weed, and get high like we used to, and fuckin’ A, I enjoyed it!! You never know, you might just like to do it again, too. And I told them that I wanted you to be there with me, so Ray and Nancy weren’t against you coming over with me. It could be fun, don’t you think?”
I could see the anxiousness and the need for release on her face. I began to see her point, that it had been difficult for her to not get the sexual gratification and fulfillment that she had become used to and still craved. And I assumed right then, that I was the major reason why she hadn’t. Besides, I thought at the time, that whatever she was wanting and needing, she’d probably get it out of her system while we were on our first RV camping trip.
I found out later, I couldn’t have been more wrong making that assumption.
*****
About fifteen minutes after we had had our loud ‘discussion’, there was a knock on the door of our camper. Laura was the one who rushed to answer it. I wondered if it had anything to do with the text message that dinged on her phone about five minutes before the unknown visitor showed up at our door?