ly opposite each hidden opening, and there caress, handle, and
show the standing prick to any looker-on, eventually fucking in such a
position as all peepers could fully see and enjoy.

The fun of the thing was the perfect unconsciousness of the men as to
the purpose of all these gyrations. They took it proudly as a homage to
their virility, and the power of their charms over their new conquest,
and were doubly lustful in consequence, little imagining it was all a
well-acted scene, got up for an exhibition to please others, and show
all their virile gifts. Sometimes both man and girl were very
attractive, and I used to fuck my loved Florence while in the act of
peeping.

The place where we sat to see was a small narrow room, with just space
for a couch on one side and two chairs at the end, next to each
peep-hole. Three other similar narrow rooms looked into the same
operating room.

One day we had an exciting fuck from the exhibition of a very fine man
fucking his girl with a splendid prick. We were kneeling on the couch
with my prick soaking in the quietude of the after-joy. We heard a
scuffling with suppressed bawdy exclamations on the other side of the
thin partition next to us. We, too, had made use of bawdiness. I had
whispered to Florence how deliciously tight her hairy cunt was, and how
splendidly her enormous arse moved below my eyes as I fucked her.

We now discovered that the couple next to us had overheard us, for we
could just hear her ask if her arse's movement and size pleased him as
much as their neighbour's seemed to have done.

"Oh, yes, my angel, you wriggle your immense arse to perfection, and
your cunt is almost too tight."

"Then fuck on with your splendid prick as hard as our neighbours were
at it." A happy thought seized me. I put my finger to my lip to give
the hint to Florence, slipped out into the passage and peeped through
the keyhole, which commanded the whole of the narrow room. I beheld a
handsome man fucking a superbly stout woman, kneeling with her head
down low, but towards the door. Her arse uncovered and held aloft was a
remarkably fine one, wriggling indeed to perfection.

I slipped back, described it to my dear wife, and suggested our
speaking to them through the partition as soon as they were done, to
avow that we had heard all their goings-on, as they had ours, and to
propose that we should form a _partie carree_.

Florence jumped at the idea, just as their sighs and shak