It had started out as a simple game, a way to signal one another in a single word of a mood or a desire, a need.
Tracy was as wild and uninhibited a woman as you would ever want to meet, and I felt lucky, and fortunate enough to have found her. Little did I know how wild and crazy she could actually be. Something I have thanked my lucky stars for ever since, though I might also add with a little reservation thrown in for balance.
That first year of our marriage, we had become so in tune, so comfortable with one another that the word "spontaneous" became the norm. Neither of us knew when the other would suddenly want, desire and need the other. So it became a game, a simple signal, a word to give some sort of notification that the crazy, wild, insane was about to happen.
"What better word?" Tracy had said smiling. "Decadent! We're in agreement then she asked?"
I could only begin to imagine. Long before we had married, I had always considered myself the wild one, willing to take a few risks, a few chances for the thrill of it all. Hell, next to Tracy I was an amateur.
"We're in agreement," I acknowledged, though truth be told, I was agreeing to a lot more than I'd ever imagined.
"So, if either one of us uses the word, then whatever we want to do, we do? No limits, no guilt, no saying no, yes?"
"Yes," I said once again, sounding a little less convincing.
"And the only real rule is we take turns, if I use the word, then I have to wait to use it again only after you've used it correct?"
"Correct!" I said agreeing with her, beginning to feel like one of those bobbing head dolls on the dashboard of a car.
It was in a way, the only control to the game. At least when I felt decadent, had a thought, a desire that might go beyond the norm, Tracy who seemed to have those thoughts and feelings all the time would still have to wait her turn before using it again.
"Ok," she giggled excitedly. "Decadent!"
I think it was my wife's photo that was situated along side the word exhibitionist in the dictionary. At least even if it wasn't, it should have been. She was simply incorrigible whenever it came to making her wear clothes, which point in fact I gave up trying to make her do, and in many ways, got a bit of a voyeuristic kick out of it whenever she didn't, surprising the mailman, or the pizza guy or some other door to door salesman as she'd most often open the door, her lovely full bare breasts just sitting there in all their glory. She could stand there, chat about the weather, the mail, getting her checkbook, or whatever without cracking a smile over the various startled looks or expressions on those she encountered. Most often, afterwards, that simple act alone would make her horny enough to want to jump my bones.
Whenever I was in the mood, I simply ordered pizza. Though to be honest I really didn't even need to do that. But the pizza was always good for afterwards.
At 5'10", Tracy was tall for a woman with equally long legs that seemed to go on forever, an equally nice sculptured ass, with a beautiful looking mane of reddish-brown hair that cascaded well down to the middle of her back. She had emerald green eyes, with natural eyelashes that any woman would die to posses, though she and I both considered her best features to be her breasts, which were full, perfectly proportioned, and had the thickest thimble-sized nipples you've ever seen. She loved showing them off, and I loved looking at them. As did most everyone else she ever ran into.
"I thought we were going to flip a coin," I told her watching her pout. "Ok, ok, obviously you already have something, or someone in mind," I said giving in.
She was of course grinning by now.
"Mark and Debbie are going out this evening," she began.
"So ... they've asked Rachel to come over and baby-sit for them again."
I knew who Rachel was, she was the daughter of another set of friends we knew, though not closely. "She's just a kid!" I stated, still not knowing where Tracy was actually going with all this.
"She's eighteen!" she responded back, and I know her. I mean not really personally, but we've talked, and I know she has these curiosities.
"What curiosities?" I wondered, still not getting where all this was leading to.
Mark and Debbie's house sat next to ours. From their family den, you could see easily into our back yard. I knew from conversations with Mark, that he had seen Tracy sun-bathing in the nude on numerous occasions. He certainly didn't seem to mind, nor did Debbie for that matter as she and Tracy were pretty good friends.
"After the kids go to bed, we're going outside to the hot-tub and fuck!" she said simply.
"I'm still not sure where it is you're going with this."
"It's simple, we're going out to fuck, and Rachel's going to be watching us!"
"How do you know that?"
"Oh, we'll know," she said smiling. Rachel always sits in the family room watching TV after the kids go down. Trust me, I know she'll be watching us."
At best it was chancy that she would. I mean after all, she'd have to be looking for it in a way, so perhaps we'd simply enjoy a nice fuck and Rachel would never even know that we had. If Tracy felt, or perhaps wondered if Rachel really was watching us, to be that decadent a thing, then why the hell not? After all, then it would be my turn.
"Ok, sure ... why not?" I stated.
"As if you really had a choice," Tracy reminded me with a mischievous wink.
We had just finished clearing the table from dinner when Tracy glanced out the window looking up. "She's in the family room," she announced.
"How you know that?" I asked.
"Because the lights on for one thing, and for another, the curtains are still open and I saw her pass by the window."
I wondered. Not that Rachel would have any reason to believe we might actually be caught fucking at some point, nor that she'd be looking for it. But it was still a very curious thing.
"So whets next then?" I asked.
"We get naked and fuck of course!"
With a flip of the switch, Tracy lit up the floodlights that would highlight the hot tub. And as she did, I remembered Mark telling me that every time they came on, he knew we were out tubing. It was like sending a signal beacon out whenever we did.
"See what?" I asked as we stepped outside, naked, carrying a couple of large terry-cloth towels with us and nothing else.
"Now the lights off!"
I glanced up towards the window. "Could be she's left the room," I suggested.
"To do what? Sleep? Take a bath? I don't think so. That's where she'd be watching TV, but with the lights off now, I truly believe she's watching us standing a little ways back from the darkened window."
Admittedly there was some logic in that, and I actually did find myself getting aroused at the prospect of being spied on.
"We'll know for sure if we see the hallway light come on outside of Mark and Debbie's bedroom," she added. "She can see us a lot easier from there."
I had to laugh at that, knowing full well that was Mark's favorite vantage point whenever Tracy was sunbathing in the nude outside. "I wonder how many times that Mark has jerked off spying on you," I stated.
Tracy grinned, "A lot I would imagine. At least I hope so!"
We slipped into the tub, but it was immediately obvious that Tracy wasn't in the mood to be wasting any time here. I had barely situated myself in the corner when she stood up out of the water, positioning herself on the edge, spreading her legs and balancing herself in the opposite corner from where I was, but strategically facing our friend's house.
"Come eat me," she said simply. "That should get her attention if we already haven't."
We had done this before, and I wondered how many times that Mark, and possibly even Debbie had watched us doing just that. After only a few minutes of flicking my tongue against my wife's hot little pussy, she giggled.
"Just saw the hallway light turn on, and then off," she mentioned. "Am sure she's moved into their bedroom."
Even I had to admit Tracy was probably right, that we really were being watched at this point. And I also had to wonder what, if anything Rachel might be doing to herself as she did.
"Wonder if she's playing with herself about now," I mumbled into my wife's cunt.
"I know if it was me, I certainly would be!" she countered.
"That's a given," I said playfully sucking her clit firmly between my lips. Tracy groaned audibly, though I doubted that even as loud as it had seemed to me when she did, that Rachel could have heard her, even with the windows open. Still, I guess it was possible.
"Ok, your turn," she announced. Lay down on the side board for a moment, let her get a good look at this nice hard cock before it disappears inside my mouth," she instructed.
I did so, enjoying her continued manipulations of my prick as she slowly began stroking it up and down, careful so as not to block the 'view' as it were from the window.
"Don't be too obvious about looking over there," Tracy warned me. But keep an eye out and see if you notice anything, or see movement of any kind," she announced.
For several moments I did. And then I did.
"Damn, I think she left the room. Just saw the hallway lights turn on, and she didn't turn them off again."
"Hmmm," Tracy thought as she slipped back inside the tub with her back towards me. "Well, guess we'll wait and see," she added. "In the meantime, come here and fuck your wife."
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