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Chapter 2 Viewing Overtime

In the first chapter I made a big life decision. My wife Casy and I where a couple of days away from the absolute end of our financial nutritional health rope. The owner of the dry cleaners company she worked for is a huge black man. He was giving her a solution to our financial situation disaster. Casy asked my permission to continue what she had already started with Charlie.

Recorded me. Monday 26 October

Location: Our apartment.

On Monday morning, Casy told me that by 5 pm I needed to be gone somewhere else. She said she would text me when it was time to come home.

I decided to hang out and study by the pool at our apartment complex. The lounge chairs were decent, but the water was less than inviting. While checking out the loungers, I noticed that the backside of our second-floor apartment, like all the others, had an almost identical apartment below it on the ground floor. These first-floor apartments had sliding glass patio doors leading out to a 12′ by 12′ concrete slab patio. Above each patio was a shade roof made of 2x6s standing on end in a square pattern with 12-inch centers.

From below, a person up on the patio roof would not be seen. At night, someone could climb the post of the lower apartment’s covered patio and see into the windows of our apartment if the curtains were open. I went back up to the apartment and arranged the curtains so that they were closed but with a small opening. I wasn’t sure if the angle of view would work because I couldn’t try it out from the outside without someone noticing me in daylight.

I received a text from Casy a little after 5 that read: “Overtime pay starts now, make sure you are not at home.” I figured that moving out to the pool area wouldn’t be considered at home. In my mind I was justifying voyeurism by telling myself that I was providing security. The biggest problem I was having with my plan was not knowing how I was going to handle what I might see.

I was lounging in the apartment building’s pool area when I heard the distinct sound of that Corvette’s big engine. It was unmistakably bold and aggressive, a deep rumble that commands attention. When idling, it produced a kahramanmaraş escort low, throaty growl, with each rev sending vibrations through the air. There was a distinct metallic edge, almost like a snarling V-8 beast. The exhaust notes were rich and full-bodied. I waited another 30 minutes until it was dark enough that, with my black clothes on, I wouldn’t be seen. Once I climbed up onto the post of our downstairs neighbor’s patio cover, I’d be invisible, even to people out on the patio below.

When I was in place, I discovered that I could easily view the kitchen but in order to see through the opening in the bedroom curtains, I had to hang out sideways onto a gutter downspout and lean out uncomfortably. I could easily see in the kitchen. The apartment complex was cheaply built with eight-unit buildings. Each four-unit half is offset about four feet from the other for an architectural effect of breaking up a big, flat wall plane look. The downspouts of each rain gutter come down from the center of each half, then make a 90-degree elbow. From there, each drain runs mostly horizontal above each bedroom window to the center of the building, where the two join at a tee to continue to the ground.

It was this mostly horizontal part that I was able to hang on to in order to reach my head to the bedroom window from the patio roof. When I got into position, I found I had a good view of the bed area of the room. Casy and Charlie were already there, standing next to the bed. He had her skirt pulled up around her waist with one hand grabbing her bottom. Casy had both hands around his neck, looking like she was pulling herself higher to make it easier for 6’5″ Charlie to reach down and finger her while she was kissing him. Either Charlie had already taken her panties off from under her short skirt and thrown them out of my view or she was never wearing any in the first place. With the low rent apartment windows, I could hear everything as if I was in the room.

Casy asked, “Who told you that it was alright to take such liberties with your fingers inside my other little hole like that?”

Carlie said,”I said, because I am your boss’s boss, remember?”

Casy kastamonu escort then said, “In that case, would you please do it some more, boss?”

Hanging out sideways by one arm to an aluminum down spout, I had now reached my arm’s fatigue limit so I moved back to on top of the patio roof. The good news was that in darkness I was completely concealed. The bad news was that I hadn’t prepared for the cold wind that was picking up out of the north. Now that I was sitting there just hearing the action, I realized that in all my thoughts about clandestine activity I hadn’t had a chance to think about my own emotions about seeing my practically newlywed wife in the arms of another man in our bedroom. Within a of couple minutes thinking, I decided that it was very clear that I liked it. A lot.

Next, I could hear lots of grunts, groans, and other sex talk like Charlie saying “Woo, girl, you taste fine.” I wanted to climb out and look some more but the cold was getting worse. So, I climbed down, went back to the pool area and found some towels. Checking that the downstairs apartment neighbors still seemed to be not home I climbed back up and wrapped the towels around me. The towels were not nearly as camouflaged as my black clothes, but at least the cold wind was more bearable.

This time when I leaned out from the roof practically horizontally, Casy was on her back on the bed with her legs up wrapped around his back. She was now naked except for her skirt was still up around her waist. Charlie was on top thrusting away like a mad man. He is so much bigger than Casy that I could hardly find her white body under him. But I could surely hear her loud enough. He kept pounding her furiously until I again had to move back to laying on the roof due to arm fatigue. After a few minutes of listening to them while I rested, I was ready to lean back out to watch some more, but this time I couldn’t because Casy’s screams were so continuous and loud, neighbors would be looking out their back windows or coming over to investigate. I would certainly be seen leaning out to the window. So, I just laid down as low against the roof as I could and listened. After what seemed like forever, kayseri escort I started to hear his grown get more pronounced. I could tell very obviously that Charlie was finishing.

Was he dumping a load in her? Which hole. On her? Did he bring some of those oversize Magnum condoms? I wanted to look, but there was someone walking through the pool area.

After, it became very quiet for a while, I leaned back out to look. There was no one on the bed. Then I heard the shower. I returned to the roof for a while. After about ten minutes, moving to look through a different gap in the curtains, I saw them coming out of the bathroom after their shower together. Casy’s blonde hair was wetted down flat. She looked sexier than ever. Additionally, her tits seemed more swollen and her nipples larger and pokier than I noticed before. When Charlie came out, I had my first look at him naked. He isn’t that overweight for a fiftyish year-old man. It’s just a big beer gut that makes him appear that way with clothes on. He actually has muscular looking legs and huge glute muscles. Casy was right about his cock. It is big, that’s for sure. It hung part a quarter of the way down his thy. She did not mention that he is uncircumcised.

Within minutes Charlie was gone. After hearing the throaty noise of the mid-engine corvette. I got down and went around to the door and in.

Casy said, “You got here fast.”

She was not at all surprised. She was flat out on the couch naked, not moving. Now freezing, I immediately went into the bedroom to get a sweatshirt on before tending to Casy. The first thing I saw in the bedroom was a $100 bill on the sheets placed directly in the middle of a large wet spot.

Without saying a word to Casy, I went grocery shopping with the $100 bill. It did not go as far at the grocery store as I hoped, but I soon brought back all the kinds of food that Casy loves and much needed right now. She was still on the couch, naked and asleep. I did not wake her until after cooking one of her favorite dinners. It was a double angus’ beef burger with blue cheese filling. She said it was the best she ever had. We both said we had early classes in the morning, and we went to bed without a word spoken about her night’s activities. We were both asleep quickly, but not until after I reclaimed her.

To be continued.

Note to readers: Please let me know if I should continue to transfer our recordings of last year into a readable format and submit them here.

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