While playing with Wilma, the subject was carefully broached, like: Would you let so and so peek, or someone is watching at the window. What do you wish others could see of you etc. The imagination had no limits but really doing it.....
Anyway, a few weeks later the acquaintance told us that the proposal seemed like something to us, but under conditions: No touching, no making comments, no staring like crazy, no visit at home to only present partner and everything very discreet. The motto would be "with Style".
A few days later I came home and Wilma told me that the acquaintance had called because his PC was slow again. If I could come to him to help him, he still had something to do and would be home around 8.30 pm.
At 8.45 pm I rang the doorbell and his wife opened the door, yes, come in, my husband is still eating, he just got home.
Nothing to worry about. Coffee again, back at the computer, when we were almost done, my acquaintance asked if his wife wanted to get a drink. Of course I followed her every move. And what about ...... a number of buttons of her blouse were loose, when I put down the Coke I could see a lot in that blouse again. We are back on the PC. he grabbed the keyboard and typed the text, "Pay attention and look at Marianne" (his wife). Mrs. sat down, one leg on the couch and one on the floor, while she was reading, she slid her skirt a little higher each time and .... Woah I could see her panties.
Again I didn't say anything, got the PC working again and went home, there I told Wilma what I had seen. Making love together and asked her if she would dare to do that too, to which she answered; "Who knows".
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