Watch a Wanker - Jean

Chapter 3: Becky and John

The next day I had to go to a Parish Council meeting. Mr Fishbourne asked me if I'd been on holiday. Mrs Warboys said how well I looked. All through the meeting I had to keep putting my hand in front of my mouth so they would not see the broad, satisfied grin that I could not keep from my face as moments from the previous evening replayed in my mind. I felt no guilt, no anguish, no regret.

Johnnie was as good as his word. On the Monday morning an envelope flopped through the letterbox. It contained a magazine titled 'New Directions'. I opened it to be confronted by a bronzed muscle-man holding his erect penis inches away from the tongue of a naked girl. Then several pages of the girl holding herself open for the camera. A spoof newspaper, some readers' letters, then the adverts. The advertisers' pictures were in full colour. 'Bored housewife wltm menfriends'. And over the page attractive couples 'seeking similar'. A girl with pierced nipples and a gold chain hanging between the rings 'wltm dominant male'. Pages and pages of beautiful people disporting themselves.

I made a cup of tea and sat down to study my treasure in detail. Women wanting men, couples wanting couples, couples wanting girls. A girl brandishing a cane. A section for men wanting women. Helpfully, a glossary was included. So 'wltm' meant 'would like to meet' and now I knew what 'couple seeking AC/DC lady for her' implied. There were even single girls asking for 'females for sexy fun'. That was one aspect of sex I had never even contemplated. Was that what Johnnie had meant when he said his wife was out with a girlfriend? Surely not.

It was like being given a huge box of chocolates and having to choose.

On the third time through I alighted upon the following: 'First time couple, 21/19, seek older woman to oversee them'. There was no picture. For some reason I felt this advert had been placed just for me. I had no apprehension and no hesitation in replying.

They phoned ten days later.

"Hello, this is Becky. Is that Jean?"

"Yes," I said.

"Hello. You answered our advertisement in New Directions?",

"Yes, Becky," I said confidently. "Thank you for ringing. If I understand correctly, you'd like to be watched while you have sex?"

I could hear Becky talking to someone. "Yes," Becky said after a pause. "But we've never done anything like this before, so we're a bit unsure of things."

"Don't worry," I said. "You're in safe hands. Would you like to come to my house?"

Again I could hear them having a conference

"Er, Jean," Becky said. "How old are you?"

"I'm forty nine," I said unapologetically.

I heard his exclamation when she relayed this piece of information to him. He came on the line.

"Hello, this is John. To be honest we were thinking of someone, well, not quite so old."

No marks for tact, John. But I said: "That's all right. Why don't you come over anyway and we can meet and if you think I'm past it we'll have a cup of tea and that will be that."

I heard him say 'she sounds all right'. Then he came on the line again: "OK," he said. "When?"

"Any time you like," I said.

In the end we made a date for two days hence.

They came by taxi. I saw John pay the driver. Becky led the way up the path. I opened the door before they even rang the bell. John was doing his best to hide behind Becky and looked as though he might turn and run away at the slightest excuse.

Becky wore a little summer dress with buttons all the way down the front. It was quite see through, and she was rather obviously wearing no bra. John wore a white shirt and grey flannel trousers.

I took them into the living room. We sat down and I tried to engage them in conversation. They were both so nervous that I could barely get a word out of them. I offered them a drink. Becky wondered if I had any white wine, John if I had any red.

I had to go down to the cellar to get the bottles, but I thought they might relax a bit if I left them alone for a while.

I put three glasses and the two bottles on the tray. Maybe a glass or two of wine would encourage Becky and John feel more at ease. When I went back in they were sitting on the edge of the sofa like nervous kittens.

"We think perhaps..." Becky started to say.

But John cut across her: "Beychevelle 1976!" he exclaimed. He picked up the bottle of red wine and studied the label closely.

"I'm sorry," I said. "Is that no good?"

"No good? It's amazing, I mean, where did you get it?"

"From the cellar."

"Yes but, well, may I?" he said. And he very carefully poured himself half a glass and sniffed at it.

"Wow," he said. He took a mouthful. "Wow," he said again. "Excellent, excellent. '76 was one of the best years of the seventies. I mean, this bottle is worth, phew, well." And now the white wine caught his eye. "And the white! Corton! Where did you get these, this is amazing!"

"I've got a whole cellar full downstairs," I said. "Would you like to come and have a look at it?"

His eyes lit up. "Oh, yes please."

He was a man transformed. From shy nervous wreck to enthusiastic chatterbox. He poured me and Becky a glass of white wine, filled his glass with red and we trouped down to the cellar.

John darted from case to case reading out the names: "Lafite 1952: Christ! Latour! Blimey! This is amazing, absolutely amazing."

Becky was happily hanging on John's arm, obviously pleased that he had relaxed. She gave me a little glance and a smile as if to say 'I don't know what he's on about, but he seems OK now.'

Having surveyed the contents of the cellar at high speed John said: "Seriously, if you ever want to sell any of this my Dad's a wine merchant, he'd love to come and have a look."

"And how will you explain that you know me? I asked.

John saw the funny side.

We went back upstairs. John reclining back on the sofa enjoying his vinous treat.

"So," I said to Becky. "Tell me how you came to advertise."

"Well, it just sort of happened really. We just wondered what it would be like to have someone, you know, watch us."

I looked at John. He nodded in agreement, but was staring into his wine, more to avoid the conversation than to study the wine, I think.

"I've always been a bit of an exhibitionist," Becky added.

'Always,' I thought. She was only 19.

"Now that we've got to know each other, what do you, er, think?" I said tentatively.

They exchanged glances. He shrugged noncommittally.

"That means 'yes'," Becky said to me.

But the atmosphere was hardly sexually charged, and I realised it was going to be up to me to get things started.

"Do you want to give him a little kiss, Becky?" I said.

Becky smiled at me, glad that somebody was taking the initiative. She gave John a friendly peck on the cheek, then she kissed him on the mouth. John still wasn't completely at ease and rather than respond to Becky he leaned forwards and refilled his wine glass. Becky kissed him again, this time putting a hand behind his head so he could not escape so easily.

But there was no spark. I made an excuse and left the room.

I could hear their whispered debate. When I went back they were kissing, mouth to mouth. Becky looked at me out of the corner of her eye as if to say 'I persuaded him'. Despite this staged pose, they did genuinely seem a little more comfortable. I sat own.

Becky put a hand inside John's shirt and pinched John's left nipple. Did men like that, I wondered?

Becky took John's hand in hers and placed it upon her breast. For a moment his hand rested there, motionless. I heard Becky give a little 'go on!' grunt. John gave Becky's left breast a little squeeze.

They kissed like that, hands on each other's chests. It all looked a little forced, but at least they were doing something. I didn't know whether to sit there and see what developed, if anything, or to suggest we moved upstairs. But that might have destroyed what little spark these was so I decided to wait and see what happened.

I heard Becky whisper: "Put your hand inside, John."

John hesitated, but Becky insisted. John undid the top button of Becky's dress and put his hand inside, onto her naked breast. Becky undid John's shirt and pulled it open. She clamped her mouth over John's left nipple and sucked and licked at it. John made a little 'mmm' sound - he liked that. He was starting to warm up.

I watched as Becky's left hand strayed downwards, down past John's belt and to his lap. She was feeling John's testicles through his trousers. John made another little appreciative sound. Becky slid forwards on the sofa causing her short dress to ride up. Her legs were apart - I could not help but see the crotch of her white knickers and the dampness there.

Becky cast a sideways glance at me and smiled. Making sure I was watching, she took John's hand away from her breast and guided it down between her legs.

I watched in fascination as John's fingers pressed against the crotch of Becky's knickers, then rubbed, circled and fluttered against that damp fabric. Becky undid the remaining buttons of her dress so that it fell open, exposing her round, young breasts. How far were they going to go on my sofa, I wondered?

Becky undid John's flies and put her hand inside. I wanted to do that, to feel what was inside there. I watched Becky's hand, inside John's trousers, moving up and down on John's penis. I wanted his trousers out of the way, I wanted to see his penis in the flesh.

Becky pulled her hand out of John's flies and undid the waist button of his trousers.

"Take them off," she commanded.

John surfaced and looked around at me. He seemed to be asking silently is it was all right. I nodded assent.

John pulled his trousers down. I could see a circle of wetness on his underpants where his penis had dribbled on them. I saw the outline of his erect penis straining at the fabric.

Becky helped John off with his underpants. At last his penis stood free. I enjoyed seeing it. Circumcised, not a log like Johnnie's, but somehow very appealing. Becky held it in her hand, moving her hand up and down on it.

"My knickers," she urged John.

Oh, yes. I wanted to see this, to see Becky's sex, to see every detail of it. I had never seen another woman's sex at close quarters.

John pulled Becky's knickers down, exposing her to me. Becky wriggled out of her dress and John out of his shirt. They were both naked now. Becky did not mind that I was staring at her there. Her sex was very pretty, much more delicate than mine. Becky had shaven the hair from around the lips, so I could see everything. Her little inner lips were flat and pressed back against her outer lips. She was still playing with John, but she was looking at me as I stared at her sex.

Now Becky pushed John onto his back on the sofa. She bent down over him and took his penis into her mouth. John let out a deep sigh.

I saw Becky's tongue flashing over the head of John's penis. Then she took his penis deep into her mouth, going up and down on it a few times, then she took it out and licked around its head.

I heard John say: "I'm coming, Beck, I'm coming." And John's back arched up and he let out a loud 'aaaaaaaahhhhhh' sound. I watched John ejaculate as Becky's tongue all the while flicked around him. I had never seen a man do that before, ever. I could not believe how far it spurted, then spurted a second time, then a third. It went everywhere - over him, on Becky's face, in her hair, on to her breasts. Becky was laughing with pleasure, seeming to enjoy it almost as much as John had.

They both sank back into the sofa.

"Did you like that?" Becky asked me.

I did! I was definitely aroused. I had enjoyed watching them.

"Yes," I said. "Yes, I did enjoy that, very much."

"Would you like to see me play with myself?" Becky asked me.

Yes. I did want to see that too, I wanted to see that very much too.

I nodded.

Becky put one foot up on the sofa and let her knee relax to the side so that she was open and revealing all to me. I was transfixed, I could not take my eyes off her sex. She put her hand there and began to touch herself on her pleasure spot, her own clitoris, moving her fingers in circles. Then she pressed her fingers down on either side so that her little button popped out from under its cover. And she was doing this all for me, just for me. Then she moved her fingers round and round again, sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly. John had recovered and was watching her closely too, as well as caressing her breasts. And he was regaining his erection.

"I like you both watching me," Becky said. "It turns me on, makes me horny, makes me want to come. Would you like to see me come, Jean?" Becky asked calmly.

I was tremendously excited. "Yes," I said. "I would like to see that very much."

"Knowing I'm turning you on turns me on even more," Becky said. Then to John she said: "Put you hand underneath."

John put a hand under her bottom, the flat of his fingers pushing into the crevice between her buttocks.

"Suck my nipples, John." Then to me she said: "Do you want to watch me come, Jean?"

"I do, Becky," I said. "I want to see you come right there on my sofa."

"Soon," Becky said. She was closing her eyes in pleasure, then opening them again and looking sat me. I looked into her eyes when they were open, but watched her hand and her sex intently when her eyes were closed.

"Suck a bit harder, John. Push the side of your hand into my crack. Ooh yea."

Becky began to make a little whining noise, her eyes closed now.

"Oh yea, oh yea. Watch me, Jean, watch me come. Oh yea, I'm coming now, coming, coming now."

I watched the waves of pleasure making her body convulse. I could not sit still, I shifted around in my chair as if her orgasm was running through my body too.

Finally Becky opened her eyes. "That was nice," she said.

John slid off the sofa and knelt on the floor, between Becky's knees. He was going to do it to her, right there in front of my eyes.

He pulled her forward and when she was in the right position he guided his penis into her. And then he was off. Thrusting into her like something possessed, leaning over to suck her nipples. Becky soon got into it and lay back soaking up the feeling. John didn't last long. Soon his back straightened and again he let out that orgasmic cry. Becky hadn't climaxed but she did not seem to mind.

John crawled back onto the sofa and lay there. All his earlier shyness had gone and he lay with his legs apart, his penis lying to one side on his thigh, dribbling semen.

I handed Becky the box of tissues from the coffee table.

"Sorry about the settee," she said..

"No, no. Washable covers, it doesn't matter in any case," I said.

I was in a state of high arousal, still fully dressed looking at these two young, naked people. I did not want the evening to end here.

"Look," I said. "If you haven't got anything planned, would you like to stay the night?"

To my surprise they jumped at it.

"Oh, yes please! Make a change from our poky flat."

"Good. Would you like something to eat, a sandwich or something?" I offered.

"Yes please, I'm starving," Becky said.

"Well, if you want to go and have a bath or a shower, I'll go and make some."

John and Becky gathered up their clothes and I directed them to the bathroom. I heard the bath running. Then I heard splashing and giggling. I had an urge to go and watch them.

I left the sandwiches but took the wine upstairs. The bathroom door was ajar.

"Can I come in?" I said.

"Of course, please." It was John for a change who spoke.

"I've brought the wine."

"Ah," John went appreciatively.

They were sitting face to face in the bath, their legs overlapping. I handed them their wine, they drank and put their glasses down on the tiles.

"Would you like to come in with us?" John asked.

I thought hard. It was a very tempting offer. "No," I said. "No. Tonight I'm only watching. Much as I would like to. Thank you."

They washed and played with each other. I sat on the lavatory seat. I found watching these two young things very enjoyable and could happily have sat there all evening. But Becky was hungry.

I watched them dry themselves and found pair of towelling robes for them.

We went downstairs and ate. John finished off his bottle of wine, Becky and I managed two thirds of ours between us. Before we went up to bed John insisted on putting the white wine in the fridge.

I took them up to my bedroom and asked them to get into my bed.

"Image I'm not here," I said. "You're at home in bed. Just do what you would normally do."

I sat in the armchair and settled down to watch them. I wanted to see how normal people behaved normally as opposed to how Harry and I with our, I now realised rather stunted, sex life had behaved.

John and Becky started to cuddle and laugh and get engrossed in one another. I couldn't see what they were doing under the covers, but I could guess they had their hands on each other's private parts. And then John rolled Becky onto her back and he lay on top of her and they were making love. This time slowly, kissing and murmuring things to each other.

I decided to undress. Trying not to disturb them I slipped my dress off, my underwear, stockings, suspenders and sat naked in the chair, not caring that my wetness would mark the material.

After a while John and Becky rolled over and Becky got on top of John. Becky threw back the covers. She saw that I had undressed.

"John," Becky said. "Look, Jean's taken her clothes off.",

John looked up and smiled broadly at me. "Hmm, nice," he said. "Very fancyable."

If my face hadn't already been burning with excitement I think I might even have blushed.

Becky turned around to face me, her back to John. She sat down on his erect penis. Now Becky stared at me as I had stared at her earlier, looking at me between my legs. Why did that excite me? I opened my legs a little further and she smiled.

Even as John made love to her, Becky put her hand between her legs and played with herself. Becky looked at my hand, then between my legs. She wanted me to touch myself. But I didn't want to do that.

"Have you got a vibro, Jean?" Becky asked.

I nodded.

"Get it," Becky said.

I fetched it and handed it to her.

"No, not for me, for you," she said.

I sat down in my chair, unsure about this. I switched the vibrator on. As Becky bucked up and down she looked at me, urging me on. I let the vibrator rest between my legs. I could feet how hot and wet - saturated - I was down there. Becky was in a state of high excitement, her experienced fingers moving rapidly now. I could see John's penis as it moved in and out of her.

I did it. I slid the buzzing vibrator into me. The relief was magnificent. For a moment I closed my eyes. I used the vibrator on myself as I had that one time before. Given how aroused I was, how aroused I had been all evening, it would not take me long to climax.

So there I was, sprawled in this chair, my legs wide apart, a vibrator buzzing inside me, showing myself in this most intimate way to two virtual strangers who were making love for my benefit. And getting so much pleasure from it all! This would have been unthinkable, unimaginable just a few weeks ago.

I heard Becky saying: "Together."

She wanted us to have our orgasms at the same time. I watched Becky closely. I did like watching her, I did like seeing her orgasm, it excited me.

"I'm close," Becky said.

"Me too," John said, thinking Becky was talking to him.

Becky and I exchanged a conspiratorial smile. I nodded and mouthed 'so am I'. Then Becky started to say 'close, yes, close.' I nodded and said silently 'yes'.

But I would not have to time it. I knew that the thrill of seeing Becky coming would be enough to push me over the edge.

"I'm coming now," Becky was saying. "Now."

And then John said: "Now, Becky, now!"

I saw Becky climaxing and that was enough to push me over the brink. Becky saw that I was coming and that seemed to add to her pleasure too. All three of our orgasmic grunts, sighs and exclamations mingled. And then I lay back, eyes closed, feeling so warm, so happy, so contented.

John and Becky curled up together and were soon asleep. I slept naked, something I had never done before, in the spare room.

In the morning I made them breakfast in bed. I drove them home, it wasn't far. I insisted John took what was left of the white wine - it would only be wasted otherwise.

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