You Can Look But You Cant Fuck! Voyeuring For
In this naughty tale, we dive into the taboo world of an “Old Young” voyeuristic threesome, just like the video “You Can Look But You Can’t Fuck! Voyeuring For”. The story follows an older man named Richard who finds himself at a crossroads of temptation when his much younger neighbors move in next door – a stunning blonde couple in their early 20s.
It had been a quiet weeknight when Richard first spotted them through his sprawling picture window – a spin-class sculpted physique on the man, fitness-model toned on the woman. They introduced themselves as Chad and Jenna, a newlywed couple excited to be settling into their first home together.
Over the next few weeks, the couple’s domestic bliss became the highlight of Richard’s day. Every evening he would retire to his armchair, enjoying a stiff drink while watching them go about their private lives. He fissured with voyeuristic delight as Chad carried Jenna over the threshold, as they cooked and laughed together, and as they snuggled on the couch, engrossed in a movie.
Richard couldn’t quite articulate what he enjoyed about peeping. Was it the eye-candy visual – Chad’s washboard abs peeking out of sweatpants, Jenna’s pert behind in form-fitting yoga pants? Or was it the thrill of a secret perusal of their intimate interactions? Whatever it was, he couldn’t deny the tug of these observations on his pleasure.
Soon, Richard’s reverie took a more mischievous turn. He began fantasizing about playing an active role in their young love story. He envisioned himself joining the couple on their couch, his weathered hand gliding along Jenna’s tight tummy and cupping her breasts. He imagined taking Chad’s place between her legs, burying his face in her rounds, drilling deep into her entrance. Imagined hearing her gasps, feeling her clench, seeing Chad pleased at the older man’s prowess.
One fateful evening, these bitter fancies boiled over. While nursing a scotch, jealously eyeing the jubilant newlyweds, Richard noticed Jenna stumble – a true split-second of inattentiveness. He froze as Chad leapt up in panic and then kissed her reassuringly. There, in the hot hum of imagination, Richard saw his moment. Bathroom break, a sneak, a shift between reality and fantasy.
Prowling to their bathroom window, he tripped! An errant branch brushed his face as he peeped inside, mentally chastising himself for a bumbling cliché. But then – a soft moan, Jenna’s moist whisper “oh God, I can’t wait. I need you. Right now.”
Chad reached to undo his belt. Jenna shimmied out of panties, bending over the sink. Though muffled through glass, gasps gleamed like porno promises. Chad pulled down his pants. Jenna wiggled her ass. A smack landed as Richard’s hand flew to his crotch.
