Kim Shares her Creampie Chapter 1

This story is about some adultery, creampies and eating them and other kinky topics. If you don’t like these, don’t read any further. Positive, constructive critiques are always welcome.

My wife Sherri and I have been married for 30 years.

During that time we have been faithful and our sex lives, although good, have been ordinary. I read erotic stories and often get excited imagining us trying new things. She doesn’t like reading the stories.

Over the past year we’ve been spending a lot of time with another couple, Marty and Kim from a nearby town. They are similar to us in age. They both appeared to be very conservative and straight laced, especially about sex. Physically, they are in good shape, similar to us. She is pretty but has self-doubts about her looks. She dresses conservatively to hide her looks. She is short but has great legs and ass. She has a nice set of B cup tits. I’ve suggested that she should wear more revealing clothes to accent her good looks. So far, she is still too shy. Too bad, she is a hidden hottie.

About six months ago, we went on vacation together to a resort area in the Midwest. We booked a two bedroom suite on the 8th floor of a nice hotel in the city.

“Open another bottle of wine and pull up a chair by the window.” Kim yelled to me. “The sunset is amazing.”

I hurried from my bedroom, grabbed a bottle of wine and the opener. “Wow, you’re right. The colors are fabulous. Too bad Marty (her husband) and Sherri (my wife) are missing it. I bet they don’t have this view at the gym.” I turned the overstuffed chair closer to her and toward the window. I popped open the bottle, “Here, let me refill your glass.” I poured a generous amount in her glass.

We watched the colors turn and then begin to fade. “That was a great show, too bad it’s ending.” I said.

“Ahh yes, too bad. But the wine makes everything better.” Was her reply.

After a few minutes of fading sunlight she pointed to the building diagonally across the street and said, “Maybe we’re going to get a different show. A little peep show.”

“Huh” was all I could get out of my mouth before she sprang from her chair and darted to her bedroom. She returned in a moment with a small pair of binoculars. Immediately she sat down and focused them on the hotel across the street.

“Well, well. Looks like a little action may be happening over there.”

I strained to see what she was looking at. I couldn’t imagine Kim, who is always so prudish, as being a peeping Tom.

“Looks like a couple just returned from dinner and are making out in their room.” She added.

“Huh” I replied again.

“Seventh floor, 4th window from the right, the shades are open. She has on a red dress. See them? His hands are all over her.”

“Huh.” I added again. “

“There, there, in that window. See? He’s peeling her dress off of her.”

I finally saw them. Yes they were in the beginning stages of what may become a live porno movie. However, even with binoculars, it would be hard to really see the hot details. I did notice, with great curiosity and excitement the effect that the show was having on Kim. She pulled the chair to the window and was leaning almost against the window. She began to squirm around in the chair and seemed to be getting sexually hot. She seemed fixated on the couple. Every once in a while she would slowly swipe her left hand down her cheek, across her chest and stomach. I almost imagined I heard a slight moan as she was entranced in the show across the way. As the couple performed their Pas de deux, they pulled the shades shut, ending the performance.

Kim looked very disappointed and a little self-conscious. She took a large gulp of wine. The next few minutes seemed a little uncomfortable for her, like a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

I tried to break the ice. “So, you like watching people frolicking and having sex.” Before she could deny it I added, “Don’t worry, I do too. In fact I like it a lot. Please don’t be embarrassed. I enjoyed watching with someone, especially when they enjoy it too.” Kim seemed to regain her composure.

“Well I only like to see what kind of people are in the rooms. I don’t really like the sex.” She claimed.

“Look Kim, We’ve known each other for a long time. I don’t buy that. I watched you. The more they got into making out, feeling each other up and getting naked, the more facilitated you got. In fact, you looked like you were getting turned on, even hot. Please be honest.”

“Please don’t tell Marty. Don’t tell anyone! I really do like it. Sometimes I look in windows as I walk and even if I see something boring, I fantasize about sex. I know I shouldn’t, but , you know, it’s exciting.”

“Kim, please don’t be ashamed.