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Taking Care Of The Pool Man

A lot of people don’t realize, but frosted glass is see-through. Only when it is daylight outside does it work as it is supposed to. If its night, and you turn a light on, anyone outside can see straight inside. My wife and I found this out a few years ago, when a female neighbor came and told us we should close the curtains on our bathroom, as she could see right through our window as clear as anything. Apparently she had a nineteen year old son who was having a good time looking through our window at my wife soaping herself in the shower, and no doubt bending over to put her knickers on as well. The thought of some pimply teenage boy pulling his hardon while staring in at my trim and prudish little Asian wife in her birthday suit turned me on no end.

My wife is Malay, and generally is very careful about covering her body and would never even step outside in shorts. But surprisingly, she wasn’t that worried about having been seen naked by some horny young man who no doubt came all over his hands while thinking about what it would be like to stick his sausage in my wife’s tight little cunt or bumhole. She felt if he had seen her like that, that was just his good luck and she hoped he enjoyed himself. This got me thinking, and I said to her, “Well, if you leave the blinds up, and some poor guy gets all hot and bothered because of it, then the next time that happens I think it’s only fair that you take care of it for him.” Feeling myself get hard, I told her that she must promise that if any guy ever came to the door and said he had seen her naked in the shower, she was to pull him in through the door, apologize and ask if she could take care of it for him. The she would drop to her knees, unzip his fly and pull his cock out and take it in her mouth, bringing him off. Shocking, my wife agreed to all this, although I of course just assumed that she was playing along with my fantasy and the situation would never actually arise. It was many years later that I realized how wrong I had been.
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