Watching Pt. 01-02

He had thought about his impending visit to Gertrude and Malcolm Smith all night. He tried to act casual throughout the morning but found himself in the bathroom several times sifting through the worn underwear. Particularly his wife's.

He felt so guilty. At one stage he thought he should tell the Smiths that Jennifer had only left her clean panties. Then he considered the possibility that Mrs Smith would be unwilling to see him if he tried that ploy. He couldn't risk it.

In the end he selected 2 pairs of Jenny's panties so that Malcolm would have nothing to complain about. One was a silky pink set of panties and the others was a pair of sturdy white cotton knickers. They weren't marked too badly but they had obviously been worn.

During his deliberations Jenny telephoned to find out how he was getting along without her. It just added to his guilt as she cheerily told him what things she had seen with her friends. He tried his best to appear interested. Jennifer hardly noticed in any case.

When he drove down the secluded road where the Smith's lived, his heart was pounding. It didn't get any better when he went up the steps to the front door and knocked. He was relieved when Malcolm opened it with a cheery smile and greeting and led him into the lounge where Mrs Smith was sitting.

She smiled at him but he was disappointed that her legs were closed. His mouth was dry with anxiety and he wondered if she was testing him. Malcolm had the kettle on and quickly made them all a mug of tea.

They were all making small talk as they sat on the easy chairs when suddenly Malcolm asked him "Well have you got them Bruce?"

Bruce was surprised by the directness and didn't respond immediately. Malcolm sounded a little cross "Jennifer's underwear Bruce. You said you would bring me your wife's dirty panties."

Bruce blushed but immediately capitulated when Mrs Smith looked a little reproachfully saying "You did say you would bring them Bruce, Malcolm has been looking forward to them all morning."

Bruce nodded quickly and opened the little plastic bag and handed it to Malcolm. He drew out the small items of underwear and examine them closely. First with the silky pink panties open he studied them in front of his wife. Gertrude looked pleased for him "They are pretty Malcolm and you can see they have been worn."

Malcolm nodded and breathed heavily as he brought the silkiness up to his face. Bruce could see that Mrs Smith was more friendly now and although she didn't actually open her legs she did quite deliberately pull her skirt up so that he could see her stocking tops and a glimpse of her plump thigh.

She caught him stealing a glance but instead of reprimanding him she smiled "You have been a good boy Brucie. You have pleased Malcolm and myself."

Malcolm still had Jenny's panties in his face and inhaling but he did say "Gertrude is right Bruce, You really have been a good boy for us."

Bruce was in a daze. He was relieved that they were pleased but couldn't understand why they were calling him a good boy. It was sort of diminutive. He had always been rather a slight man and felt a bit inferior. Now they seemed to be regarding him a young lad rather than a married man. He knew he should object.

As he was thinking this Mrs Smith parted her legs and he could see her white panties tight into her crotch. He sighed with excitement. Any thought of objecting to Mr and Mrs Smith vanished and he muttered "Thank you. I want to be a good boy for you."

Malcolm didn't waste any time. He simply undid the font of his trousers and eased his penis out. Bruce had been amazed at the size of it the last time but now it was immense.

Mrs Smith was smiling fondly as Bruce watched Malcolm wrapping Jennifer's silk panties around his engorged cock and started to openly masturbate.

Basically Malcolm had the silky material around the shaft part leaving the big red swelling at the top pulsing ominously in all directions. Gertrude could see Bruce's fascination. She smiled and opened her legs more for him at the same time commenting "Malcolm does have a big knob, doesn't he Brucie?"

Bruce could feel his old inferiority complex kicking in and nodded "Yes Mrs Smith. It is big."

She had her thighs widespread now but still chatting "I did notice yesterday Bruce that your cock was quite small." Bruce blushed but nodded.

Mrs Smith smiled sympathetically "I expect you wish you had a big prick like Malcolm?"

He blushed again. It was almost as if she could read his thoughts. Jennifer had said some derogatory things to him in the past. With the sight Malcolm masturbating into Jenny's underwear and Mrs Smith with her big open thighs, his own urgency was getting very pulsy and stiff. He knew he was small but he was excited.

Mrs Smith came to his rescue. "You can pull your little cock out if you like Brucie." He was ashamed but he undid his trousers and eased his penis out. He was afraid in case she would laugh. Even that sort of humiliation seemed to excite him. He was very stiff and pulsy.

Mrs Smith wasn't cruel in any way. In fact she told him "You have a nice little cock Brucie, You cant help it if you have a teeny weeny prick. I think its lovely."

"Thank you Mrs Smith."

She asked him "Did you bring only one pair of Jennifer's panties, Brucie?"

He noticed the more familiar way in which she addressed him and he wanted to please them again. He quickly said "No, Mrs Smith. I brought another pair. They are in the bag."

His words brought Malcolm to a halt. He left the silkiness around his penis and delved into the bag to bring out the white cotton panties out. He muttered "Little white cotton knickers." Malcolm looked in a dream.

Mrs Smith smiled and explained "They are lovely Brucie. Malcolm has a fetish about white cotton panties. They are like school knickers. Whenever he sees your wife in the supermarket he fantasises about having her in a short pleated school uniform wearing white cotton knickers."

Malcolm was really excited and asked him "Does Jennifer have any short plaid skirts. Do you have any pictures of her in short pleated skirts." Bruce was rigid but looked flummoxed. It was very personal now with his wife.

Mrs Smith reproached her husband saying "You shouldn't harass Little Brucie like that Malcolm. He is our guest."

She explained to Bruce "One of Malcolm's fantasies is to have your wife over his knee with her skirt up and then pulling her panties down to spank her bare bum."

Malcolm bit his lip. He realised that he had overstepped and murmured apologetically "I am sorry Brucie. I was rude."

Bruce nodded. He had been married for 11 years and he felt a little embarrassed how they were addressing him but could also see that they were kind. He could also see that Mrs Smith had her skirt right up now and her legs wide open. Only her panties were in the way. He could hardly keep his eyes away.

Malcolm was trying to be helpful and said "You liked seeing her twat yesterday, Brucie. Do you want to see it again."

Bruce wanted to but was hesitant.

Malcolm was really nice to him now and encouraged him "She will show you her minge if you want to see it Brucie. Don't worry about your prick. You can keep your little cock out."

Bruce nodded his gratitude as Mrs Smith eased her panties to the side with a motherly smile. Bruce thought she was wonderful as he could see her hairy slit. It was really big.

His penis although small was pounding. He felt grateful.

Malcolm asked him "Is Jennifer's cunt as big as that Brucie?"

Bruce almost stopped mid stroke. The question was so personal and yet in the circumstances he couldn't object. He stuttered "Not that big."

Malcolm persisted "Has she got a small twat then and is it hairy."

"No its not too small and there is a lot of hair."

Bruce was still throbbing but Malcolm's questions were bothering him. He hoped Mrs Smith would intervene.

She did. She had her knickers pulled right to the side now but asked him pleasantly "Tell me Brucie, what colour is Jenny's hair between her legs?"

Bruce had been ready to refuse to answer Malcolm, but there was no way could he refuse Mrs Smith. He capitulated and answered "It is dark brown Mrs Smith."

She murmured "That is lovely Brucie. Thank you for telling us."

Malcolm was obviously getting aroused again and murmured "From what you are saying Brucie. Jenny has an average size cunt with a lot of brown bushy hair and she likes wearing little white cotton knickers."

Bruce found himself in an impossible position as they were both waiting for a reply. He murmured "Yes that's right Malcolm."

Mrs Smith must have sensed Bruce's embarrassment and said "Never mind all that now Malcolm. We must look after our Little Brucie."

With that she slipped her panties right off and whispered loudly "Crawl between my legs Little Brucie and give Aunty a nice big kiss."

Bruce panted as he went down on his hands and knees on the carpet and crawled between Mrs Smith's massive thighs.

She didn't make it difficult for him but let him shuffle in gradually until his face was touching both of her quite plump thighs.

As he skirt was mostly up it wasn't dark and he could see her long vertical slit covered by great tufts of browny grey hair. The thing that was most noticeable was the wholesome musky smell. He imagined it was the smell of an older woman.

He was a little unsure as he was only two inches away but pushed his tongue out and licked the edges. Mrs Smith was so motherly. She reached down and held the back of his head and drew him closer in and saying "Come to Aunty, Little Brucie."

Once he was in, she didn't pull him further but did cause his head to nod up and down a little. She also whispered "Use your tongue more, Brucie. Aunty likes that."

Bruce used his tongue, and he liked it. He liked it too much and could only hold on for a few seconds and then he drained. He felt he had let her down but she laughed fondly saying "That was quite nice Brucie. Your little cock was a brave little soldier."

As Bruce drew back in disarray he found that Malcolm had already finished and was watching him closely. They were all enjoying watching.

He handed Bruce the silken pair of Jennifer's panties to clean himself up. As Bruce sorted himself out, Malcolm asked him "Do you mind if I keep your wife's white cotton knickers Brucie. I really like them." Bruce nodded. He couldn't think what else he could do.

Malcolm made them all another cup of tea and then Mrs Smith said "You had better get off home now Bruce. Jennifer will be home tomorrow afternoon and you had better clean your house up ready for her return. You know she wont be happy if things are things are untidy."

Bruce didn't remember telling anyone what time his wife would be home but as it happened Jennifer was expected early in the afternoon. He also knew that Jenny would expect everything to be nice and clean when she came back. He couldn't understand how Mrs Smith seemed to know everything about them. It was uncanny.

He had thought originally that Mrs Smith and her husband Malcolm were a rather dim old fashioned couple. He was now really unsure if that assessment was true. As he started to leave he did ask "Mrs Smith, would it be possible to visit you again sometime?"

She smiled in that maternal way "I am not sure about that Bruce. I will have to discuss that with my husband." Bruce looked disappointed.

Malcolm try to cheer him up "Don't be down hearted Bruce. We have really enjoyed your company. Too be quite honest you have been a very nice little boy for us and we have been pleased with your behaviour."

Bruce felt bewildered again. He could really understand the way the conversation was going. He was however desperately disappointed that they weren't agreeing. He really wanted to visit again.

He did make some sort of appeal again but he knew it wasn't very good. His one hope had been that Mrs Smith looked as if she was considering his request.

He didn't actually open the door to leave as he thought she may say something.

Finally she smiled at him sympathetically. "Malcolm is right. You have been a good little boy for us Bruce. But we also have to consider your beautiful wife Jennifer."

Bruce went into his daze again. He didn't understand. He muttered "Jennifer?"

Malcolm broke in again with a smile "That's right Bruce. You remember Jenny. Your wife. She is a nice girl."

Bruce was still bewildered "My wife, Jenny?"

He looked at Mrs Smith hoping that she would explain things.

Mrs Smith patted him on the head "As Malcolm said earlier Brucie. You have been a good little boy for us. Before we can see you again we would like to know if you think that Jennifer would be a good little girl for us?"

She added "Malcolm would like that."

The reference to Jennifer being a good little girl made Bruce comment "My wife is 33 now Mrs Smith"

Mrs Smith chuckled "It only an expression Bruce. Malcolm can probably explain it better."

Malcolm smiled "If you remember Bruce, that first time we met. I let you fuck my wife. To be honest I really fancy Jennifer. I would like to fuck her. Will you let me fuck your wife?"

Bruce was desperate to visit again but knew that anything involving Jennifer was totally out of the question. He shook his head dismally and made some weak apologies and half whispering that he didn't think it would be possible.

Mrs Smith was wonderfully understanding. "That's quite alright Bruce. These things happen and we quite understand how difficult it is. Don't worry about it. We may not meet again, but I want you to know that Malcolm and I really enjoyed your company. You really are a nice young man"

Malcolm opened the door for him and Bruce trudged out and down the steps to his lovely car. He felt so despondent. He wondered if it could be possible for Jennifer to meet Mrs Smith. The thought frightened him but he felt so aroused.

START OF PART 3

The next day, Bruce worked hard to make sure everything was spick and span for Jennifer's return. It also took his mind off Mr and Mrs Smith. He had been dreaming of them all night.

When Jennifer arrived she was full of the joys of Spring and told Bruce what a wonderful time she and the other girls had had and all the shows and sights they had seen. She scarcely asked what had happened to him over the weekend. It really was all about her.

Then she said "I have been talking to Marian and Susie about our problem looking for some extra help in the house and garden. With our jobs so busy now Bruce it is becoming a necessity to hire some people."

Bruce nodded. At least she was discussing things with him. He said "Yes, I totally agree, Jennifer. We both have great jobs so can easily afford to pay someone, the only difficulty is getting someone who is reliable and capable."

Jennifer laughed. "I think Marian has solved our problem, Bruce. It has been right under our noses for some time."

Bruce smiled. Marian was a close friend of his wife and taught at the same school since their early days. She was Head of English Literature.

Jennifer carried on "Marian told me that the school cleaner is looking for extra work and her husband is the school janitor and she understands that he is quite good at gardening work as well. I know them. They are totally trustworthy and discrete."

Bruce smiled his approval. It really did sound too good to be true.

He felt rather differently a few moments later when Jennifer carried on enthusiastically "I am going into school tomorrow and I will ask Mr and Mrs Smith to call around tomorrow evening for a chat. You will like Malcolm Smith, he is good at lots of things."

Bruce nodded dumbly. He felt panic stricken.