A long, long time ago I was a married university student with two toddlers who never got to have any fun. I studied by day, worked by night, and ran around after the kids in between. My work was partially because we needed the money and partially because I needed some kind of release. Oh, did I mention that I was also very sexually frustrated? Ya, a little.

So, every night that I’d go to work I flirted with the line cooks, I flirted with the bartender, and I flirted with the sexy waitress who had a mind and a body that wouldn’t stop. I had such a crush on her! But that’s another story.

Between the two of us we had most of the guys that worked there adjusting their packages in discomfort as they watched her slap my ass and listened to the sexual innuendo fly back and forth. But I wouldn’t cheat on my husband, even though I knew it was over, so I just got more frustrated.

One night after our shift had ended, her and I sat at the bar driving the bartender crazy. He was this hot Richard Gere-in-his-”Breathless”-days look alike. He loved all women but especially us. He was always begging us to have a threesome with him but I had my rules. Towards the end of the night he had to refill the beer coolers and the room where they kept the beer was downstairs and down this long hallway – very out of the way.

“Want to some see the beer cooler? You can give me a hand,” he said with an evil twinkle in his eyes.

“You know I can’t,” I said.

“But I can,” my sexy friend said.

“Are you guys just going to leave me here?”

“No silly. You can come and watch!”

Normally I would never have had the guts to do it. I was still getting in touch with my bad girl side and good girls did NOT watch. But I had had a few drinks and I was hornier than hell so I figure, why not? That’s not cheating.

So, down the elevator we went. Down the long hallway. And into the tiniest little room filled with beer case.

She kissed me first (kissing girls wasn’t cheating in my books either) and then she kissed him. And then she reached down a undid his zipper and pulled out the biggest cock I’d ever seen. It wasn’t massive but it was thick and about 8 inches which was a good 3 inches bigger than I’d ever seen anywhere but in a magazine (I’d only ever been with my husband, which might explain the frustration and the curiosity). It didn’t take long before she was down on her knees, licking and sucking at what was a monster to me. I couldn’t believe how she could take so much of it in her mouth!

As her tongue darted out to circle around the knob she kept her eyes on mine. I watched her as her red lips wrapped around his thickness – partially in excitement and partially in awe! Every once in awhile I’d look at him. Sometimes he was watching her too but sometimes he’d look at me. I don’t know if he was more excited by the beautiful lips that were pleasuring him or the fact that I was watching them.

It didn’t take long before he lost control. She grabbed his ass cheeks in her hands and pulled him into her heat and he came. She swallowed every last drop and I was majorly impressed.

That was better than any porn movie I’d ever seen! Unfortunately, it did nothing to get rid of my horniness but I took care of that at home with my trusty dual jet removable shower head. My ex never did figure out why I spent so much time in the shower those days!

Anyone else into voyeurism? Do tell!