Hot peeping wife

CHAPTER ONE

Norman Silvia was talking to his friends in the local bar.

"I mean; you expect milkmen to get fucked, right?" he was saying. "You expect horny housewives to fuck meter readers and gardeners. But you ever hear of a carpenter getting any pussy? I ask you!"

Norman was a carpenter. He was wearing blue overalls with lots of pockets for hammers and screwdrivers and tools and such – tools with a splotch of congealed cum on the fly. Norman was a tall, thin fellow, with the brawny forearms of his trade – the muscles developed by having turned a million screws and pounded a million nails – lank, dark hair and a sallow face. Normally he was unhappy with his lot because he wanted to be an architect rather than a common carpenter, but today, he was bubbling over with enthusiasm.

"So what happened?" one of his friends asked, knowing Norman was going to tell them the tale whether they asked or not. Usually he bored them by talking about the latest fish he had caught, so they figured that this story could only be an improvement.

And they had noticed the cum on his fly, as well.

There just had to be an interesting story behind that.

Looking smug and satisfied, Norman said: "Well, I'm here to tell you that carpenters get some pussy too!"

He gulped some beer and launched himself into the tale.

That morning, Norman, who was listed in the Yellow Pages, had got a telephone call from the Shady Nook Motel. The motel had just come under new management, and some minor carpentry was required. Norman, thinking nothing of it, had driven over and lugged his toolbox into the office. Carl Jefferson, the new manager, was at the desk when Norman came in.

"Oh, yes, the workman," he said.

"Carpenter," Norman corrected.

"My wife will show you what is to be done," Jefferson said. Then he called through to the back. "Darling! The workman is here will you show him what to do?"

Marlene Jefferson came out from the back, and Norman's eyes had popped out like hard boiled eggs. Marlene was a very sexy piece. Norman was divorced. His wife had been fat and had warts, and still she had left him for another man. Norman, although he had a big prick, had never had much luck with the ladies. And he sure wished he could have some luck with a lady like Mrs. Jefferson.

She was tall and willowy.

She had a wild mane of red hair all tousled over her cheeks and neck, as if she had just come tumbling from the midst of some energetic orgy and wouldn't mind tumbling right back in. Her green eyes were slightly tilted up at the corners and her lips looked as if they had been specifically designed for sucking on pricks. They were full, sensual and erotic.

She was wearing a jade-green jumpsuit that matched the color of her eyes, and she had left the zipper undone at the neck so that the full cleavage of her thrusting tits could be seen, almost to the nipples. Those nipples, pressing out in clear definition against the jumpsuit, offered definite proof that she was not wearing a bra.

She knew she was sexy – no doubt of that. The way she looked at him gave him a thrill. He didn't think anything would come of it, of course, but he was getting excited just looking at her. She told him to follow her, and he did so, his tongue almost hanging out, like a dog in pursuit of a bitch in heat. Her heart shaped ass swayed erotically as she led the way across the courtyard to one of the motel units.

A maid emerged from another of the units. She had red hair, too, and green eyes and looked a great deal like Mrs. Jefferson, in a slimmer, younger fashion.

"Hi, Mom," she said.

"Just about finished with the rooms, Jeannie?" the older woman asked, pausing by the roll cart.

Well, that explains why they look alike, Norman thought.

The girl was as sexy as her mother – more so, if anything. The double delight was getting to him, and he felt his cock begin to stir and harden. He hoped that he would be left alone to get on with his carpentry so that he would have a chance to give his prick a good hand sawing. Norman, unlucky with women, tended to jack himself off quite a lot. His skilled carpenter's hands, firm grip and deft touch made him quite handy at the job.

Jeannie moved on, pushing the cart, and Mrs. Jefferson led him on to one of the farther units. They went in. The bed was made. It made Norman feel nervous to be alone in a room with a bed and a redhead. Maybe I'll lie down on the bed when I whack off, he thought.

"I want you to bore two holes through this wall," Marlene Jefferson was instructing him. "Here and – here."

"How come?"

"Is that any concern of yours?" she asked. But she gave him an amused smile as she spoke.

"Well, no – but if I do that, you're going to have holes through into the room next door," he explained.

"Precisely."

"But why would you want that?"

Now her smile was very provocative, and she said: "Why, so that we can look through, of course."

Norman gulped.

"Have you any objections?" she asked.

"What are you, lady – some sort of pervert?" he rasped.

"Ummm," she said, brightly. "My husband and I are both voyeurs." She realized that Norman did not know what the word meant. "That means we get our kicks by spying on other people."

Norman's jaw dropped.

"We need two holes so that we can watch together," she added.

Norman was simply astounded – both that she was a pervert and that she had so readily admitted to her perversion – just as if she didn't think there was anything wicked about it.

"That's why we have taken over the motel, actually," said Marlene. "We have spy-holes and two-way mirrors at home, but we don't always have house guests. Here at the motel, we will have a chance to watch different couples fucking every night."

"Gee, lady – I don't know," Norman said. He silently vowed never to bring a lady to this motel, even if he ever got lucky enough to find a lady to bring.

"Why ever not?"

"Well, it's not ethical," he said. "Carpenters got a code of ethics, just like doctors and lawyers. Just like mailmen and cops – well, maybe not cops."

Norman, arrested for failing to make his alimony payment once, had been whacked with rubber hoses. But it had all been a mistake and they had apologized to him, afterwards, to their credit. They had mistaken him for a hippy.

Marlene put her hand on his shoulder and looked him directly in the eye.

"But surely you will make an exception for me, won't you?"

"I – I don't think…" He was wondering if he could get kicked out of the carpenter's union for being a party to perversion.

Her hand moved down his arm.

Norman flexed his biceps.

"Ooooh!" she said, and her sweet red lips puckered up as she made the sound, moist and inviting.

What the hell, Norman decided. The union is just a bunch of communists, anyhow.

"Okay, I'll do it," he agreed.

"You won't be sorry," said Marlene, her long lashes flickering over her slanted green eyes. "Watching other people fuck isn't the only thing I enjoy."

Norman almost fainted as most of his blood rushed instantly into his prick, leaving his brain starved for oxygen.

Marlene sat on the bed, watching Norman drill the spy holes. There was one hole at eye level and another at a point halfway to the floor – so one of the watchers can kneel down, Norman assumed. It made sense to him – he often knelt down when he jerked off. It was a comfortable position. But he was not comfortable now, with his prick pounding away, and the sexy redhead sitting there on the bed. She was playing with the zipper at the front of her jumpsuit, drawing it down a few inches, then up again.

Norman's cock was so hard, he thought he could use it to bore those holes, instead of a drill. He knew she was looking at the way the front of his overalls stuck out. He hoped she wasn't a cock teaser – that she hadn't conned him into doing this job! He drilled away. Sawdust curled from the holes. The zipper went up and down, showing more and more tit.

Then the job was finished.

Norman placed his eye to the hole to check it out. He could see the bed in the next room, empty now, but right there to be seen. He knelt and checked the lower hole, as if he were being a meticulous workman, making sure he had done the job right. But he was hesitating because he wasn't sure what to expect next and was almost fearful of finding out. Would she just thank him and pay for his services? Or would she fuck him?

Not looking at her, he said: "Won't the – er – people in the other room see your eye in the hole?"

"Oh, we have some prints to hang over the holes," she explained. "Lots of colorful splashes, where a hole won't be obvious."

She's thought of everything, Norman thought. He could delay no longer. Trembling with hopeful expectations, he turned toward her.

And Marlene pulled the zipper all the way down.

Norman moved, prick first, to the bed. He still wore his overalls, and the bib was dragged down from the shoulders, and the crotch was pulled up from between his thighs as his big, hard cock pushed the material out like a tent-pole. He stood beside the bed. She was still wearing the jumpsuit, although it was unzipped all the way down now, and he could see the triangle of her cunt bush, as flaming-red as the hair on her head, as if it had caught fire from the heat of her cunt.

He had never undressed a woman who wore a jumpsuit.

How did you get the damned thing off?

Norman knew how to bore and saw, hammer and screw, but undressing a woman stumped him sometimes.

As it turned out, it didn't matter. Marlene, noticing how very large the lump in his overalls had become, had decided to give him a blow job instead of a fuck. She always enjoyed sucking cock. Fucking was wonderful, of course, but one prick felt pretty much like another when it was up her cunt. But with a strange prick, she could appreciate the subtle differences in shade, color and texture when she was sucking on it.

Norman started to kneel beside her.

"No, stay there," she said.

She smiled up at him, and he saw the pink tip of her nimble tongue slip across her lower lip.

"You've done a good job, Norman," Marlene told him. "You are a workman worthy of his hire, and I have a special treat in mind for you."

Norman gave a little gasp of anticipation. The redhead squirmed a little, letting him look at her tits and belly, exposed through the parted wedge of her one-piece garment. Then she reached out and began to unbutton his fly.

Norman clenched his fists and grated his teeth and rolled his eyes. He had not had a blow job in ages. His fat wife used to blow him once in awhile, but not very often and not very skillfully, and she always spat his cum out afterwards. But Marlene looked like a cum drinker to him.

One by one, she undid the brass buttons on his fly.

His prick sprang out suddenly, snapping to quivering attention, so taut that it was humming like a tuning fork. Marlene gazed at his fucker appreciatively. His cock knob was shiny and tapered and the stalk was long and rock-hard. A fat dark vein ran up the bottom of his prick, and his cleft was parted and already starting to bubble with cum. She reached into his fly and hauled his hairy balls out, wanting all of his sex tackle exposed. She gave a little sigh of pleasure when she saw how swollen his balls were, how stuffed full of jism. When she sucked a prick, she liked to get a nice big drink of cum out of it. It seemed a lot of trouble to go to if she got no more than a trickle in the end.

She looked up at his face through fluttering eyelashes.

"Would you like me to suck you off?" she asked.

Norman tried to speak, but his vocal cords seemed as taut as his prick. No sound came out but a gurgle. Instead, he nodded enthusiastically and jammed his hips forward, pushing his prick towards her. She took his cock-shaft in her hand. She arched her back and touched his dripping cock-knob against her nipple. She stroked it once, her fist skimming. His big cock expanded and pulsated in her hand. She could see that he was about ready to blow his wad, and she figured she had better not fool around very much, or he was liable to shoot before she had the pleasure of sucking on his tasty-looking prick.

"Ummm – carpenters have lovely cocks," she whispered.

Ducking in, she began to lick the head of his cock.

Her tongue fluttered and curled all around the slippery tip, lapping up the pre-cum that oozed from the cleft. Norman groaned. He threw his head and shoulders back and pushed his loins out, his slender body curved into an arc, like a bent bow all set to release the arrow of his prick.

Marlene let his cock slide along her cheek as she leaned in and lapped his balls for a moment. Then she tongued up his cock stalk, slurping from hilt to head with fluid strokes. She tongued his cock-knob some more, then fitted her lips to the tip. She kissed the bubbling head of his cock. She let her lips slowly part and took the fat hunk of cock meat into her mouth.

"Ummmmm," she purred, as she sucked adoringly on his fucker.

Norman whimpered, almost delirious with the sensation.

Her lips sucked and her tongue continued to curl around his bloated prick. Then she began to bob her head up and down, feeding his prick right back into her gullet. She held his cock by the root with one hand and played with his balls with the other. Her tongue washed and laved wildly as her lips pulled and dragged.

Little spurts of jism were shooting onto her tongue now.

They tingled on her taste buds so deliciously that she was wild for the full dose.

"Come – come," she urged. "Shoot in my mouth – I want to drink all that hot, thick cum!"

Norman figured that was a wonderful idea. He looked down at her. It was a fascinating sight. Her sensual lips were writhing as they slid up and down his prick, and there was a look of rapture on her face. His balls expanded as his big load of cum built up. As her lips drew up to the tip of his cock-knob, he saw the pink tip of her tongue glide about on his purple crown. Then she took his whole prick into her mouth again.

Norman wailed like a banshee.

His balls burst with a fury that rattled his hipbones, and the thick sap rushed up his prick and spurted into her mouth and throat. He came with such force that her head was jolted back when his jism splashed in her throat. She swallowed quickly, gulping the succulent cum down to make room for more. Her head bobbed down as his second geyser hosed out, as if she were a salmon fighting upstream against the raging current of his cum.

Marlene sucked his balls dry.

Then, when she was certain that not a single drop of his delicious fuck juice remained in his cock and balls, she pulled her lips from his prick and used her tongue to gather up the drops of jizz that had overflowed her mouth and trickled down onto his balls.

She licked it all up except for the few drops that had run onto the fly of his overalls, and congealed there.

Now, in the bar, Norman finished his story and pointed, as proof, to that jism stain.

His friends regarded him in wonderment.

How had a mere carpenter struck it so lucky?

They decided, although they didn't tell him this, that he had made the story up and that the stains on his overalls were the result of frenzied jacking off that got out of hand.

Still, just in case, they all vowed to themselves that they would never take a girlfriend or a wife to the Shady Nook Motel. Nor did Norman ever have occasion to return there. He had done the job and been paid. He had been sucked off, as well, and that was the best bonus that he had ever got for a job.

And so does Norman the carpenter pass out of our tale.

But the results of his work remained.

Two spy holes had been drilled through the wall of that motel room, and they were going to be used and, although neither Norman nor Marlene had realized it, they had already been used.

By its very nature, a hole in a wall can be looked through from both sides.

Jeannie Jefferson had been looking through one of those handy holes while her mother blew the workman.