“No, leave it on!” I whispered, stopping my husband as he reached for the lamp on the nightstand. Ryan looked at me, curious at the insistence in my voice. Then he smiled. “Sure,” he said, turning away from the light and reaching for me.
I slid into his arms, positioning myself on top of him as we kissed. My legs were parted, resting on either side of his, and I felt his erection thick and inviting against my tummy. I also felt my pussy growing damp with anticipation. He slid his hands down my back beneath the top sheet and clasped my bottom, squeezing as his tongue slipped deeper in my mouth.
Then he broke the kiss and glanced in the direction of the open bedroom door. “Shouldn’t we close the door?” he whispered. “Ashley might”"”
“Ashley is sound asleep,” I answered. “Even if she’s awake, she can’t hear us. Her room is too far away.”
I wiggled upward until I felt the head of his cock grazing the entrance to my pussy. He grinned and lifted his pelvis, trying to enter me.
“Not yet, sugar,” I said, lifting my hips. “First I need a little midnight snack.” I raised up until I was on my knees, straddling his groin. Then I inched backward, pushing the sheet off our bodies as I went. By the time I could bend down and take his cock in my mouth, we were fully exposed.
I glanced quickly at the darkened doorway. I knew Ashley was there, watching from the shadows of the hallway. Just the thought of it had me throbbing with arousal, and I leaned forward, swallowing Ryan’s cock with the eagerness of a porn star. I was determined to give my new BFF a show she would never forget.
Ashley Maddigan had moved into the house next door six months earlier. Since then our relationship had grown from nodding neighborly acquaintances to virtual best friends. Although Ashley was recently divorced while I was very happily married, we found we had an amazing number of things in common.
We were both in our late 20s, half as old and twice as sexy as the other women in the neighborhood, and we weren’t ashamed to show off our bodies in short skirts and tight T”‘shirts. We were the exact same height, with nearly identical figures, and both had flowing shoulder-length hair.
In addition to our physical similarities, we discovered we had the same taste in food, fashion, music, books and movies. In fact, we hadn’t discovered an area in which we had opposite tastes or opinions. At least, not until an afternoon a week earlier when we shared a couple of intimate secrets.
I had introduced Ashley to my health club, which she joined so we could work out together. We were in the steam room wrapped in towels, sitting across from each other, when Ashley commented on how physically alike we are. Pushing her towel down to her waist, she cupped her breasts in her palms.
“If my boobs were a little bigger,” she said, “We could almost be twins. What are you? About a 36C?”
I moved my own towel down to my waist, then cupped and lifted my breasts. “34D,” I said. “And all me.”
“Me too,” she said with a grin. “But your nipples are bigger.”
I looked at Ashley’s breasts, then down at my own. “My areolae are a little bigger,” I said. “But your nipples stick out more.”
“I know,” she said. “It’s a little embar rassing sometimes. Especially in cold weather. Or when I get aroused.”
I let a moment pass, then said, “Okay, since we’re comparing bodies, show me your pussy.”
Ashley hesitated, and for a moment I was worried I might have crossed a line that was too intimate. Then I said jokingly, “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
With a grin, she removed her towel. I giggled and removed my own towel.
“Look,” I said, almost gasping. “Can you believe this?”
Both of our pussies were completely shaved except for tiny triangles of curls just above the clit. The grooming was so identical, it could have been done by the same barber!
Ashley giggled, then said, “Do you keep it that way all the time?”
“Unless I shave it off completely,” I said. “Sometimes I do that for Ryan. It really turns him on.”
After a long moment, Ashley said, “So what turns you on? What gets you really aroused?”
I stared at her, wondering just how far we should let the conversation go. “You really want to know?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said. “You tell me, and I’ll tell you.”
“Okay,” I said. “You go first.”
Ashley stared at me for a long moment, then said, “All right. What really turns me on is watching.”
As she spoke, a burst of steam filled the small room and she disappeared in a haze of white vapor. I couldn’t see the expression on her face, nor could she see the startled expression on mine. I had expected her to say something like “sex under the stars” or “champagne and fireplaces.” Certainly not “watching” ! I thought voyeurism, from porn to Peeping Toms, was normally a male proclivity.
“Seriously?” I said. “Watching someone have sex turns you on?”
The steam was clearing a bit, and Ashley was coming into focus. She was leaning back against the tile wall, her eyes closed.
“It does,” she said. “I think it stems from something that happened when I was in college. I walked in and acci dentally caught my roommate giving her boyfriend a blowjob. I watched for several minutes before they knew I was there, and got so turned on just from watching, I almost had an orgasm. Ever since, I get highly aroused watching a couple, or anyone, in a sexual situation. It actually makes me hot just thinking about it.”
The steam hissed on again, filling the steam room. Through the hot mist Ashley said, “I’ll bet that’s one trait we don’t share.”
You might be surprised, I thought! Sometimes opposites are more alike than one might think. Two sides of a coin and all that. “But where can you watch?” I said. “I mean who”"”
She giggled and said, “Just turn on the TV. Cable. X-rated DVDs. There’s plenty to watch on the Internet. One of the reasons David and I divorced was because I tended to enjoy porn a little more than he did. Okay, maybe a lot more than he did.”
The steam was clearing, and I saw Ashley grinning at me. “All right,” she said, “I’ve confessed to my voyeuristic perversion. Now it’s your turn. Tell me what turns you on. And I won’t believe you if you say you like to watch.”
I grinned back at her. “No, it’s not watching,” I said. “In fact, for me it’s just the opposite.”
Ashley raised an eyebrow. I hesitated, then took a breath and continued. “I get turned on by being watched,” I said. “I mean, I’ve never actually been watched having sex, at least that I’m aware of. But just the thought of it gets me hot. Really hot.”
Ashley’s grin had faded, but she was still looking at me, with a curious expression on her face. “So you’re an exhibitionist?”
“Maybe a latent one,” I said. “I’ve actually tried to get Ryan to have sex in places where we might be seen, but he’s always been too nervous, afraid we would get caught. Once I tried to get him to fuck me in a dressing room at the mall, but he wouldn’t do it. The riskiest thing he’s ever suggested was a m nage trois.”
“Really?” Ashley said. “Did you do it? The m nage?”
“No, it didn’t work out,” I replied. “Regrettably, because I was ready. Not so much to have sex with someone else as to have an audience. Just the thought of doing it in front of someone gets me dripping wet.”
“Seriously?” she said.
“Seriously,” I said. “Wanna see?”
I removed my towel, not quite believing I was daring to do so. Ashley glanced down, and I spread my legs. I knew beneath my tiny triangle of pubic hair my pussy lips were swollen and pink, and dripping with more juices than the steam could produce.
As Ashley stared at my pussy, the steam hissed on, and once again she began to disappear in the mist. But not before I saw her hand slip between her legs. I knew that hidden in the haze just a few feet away, she was fingering her pussy just like I was doing mine. Just then someone else came in the steam room, and we quickly wrapped up in our towels and made our exit.
We were quiet as we showered and dressed. I was hoping that our mutual admissions of our kinky sexual inclinations wouldn’t jeopardize what was becoming a close and welcome friend ship. Perhaps our intimate revelations would have no effect at all, I thought. But as Ashley slipped into her underwear and jogging suit, she looked at me with a knowing grin, and I realized that our mutual confessions wouldn’t be forgotten.
We remained quiet on the drive home, but when I pulled in the driveway, Ashley said, “You know, what you said in the steam room was very interesting. I mean, about being watched turning you on.”
“I thought what you said was inter esting too,” I said. “About you liking to watch. Maybe we should”"”
“Explore some possibilities?” Ashley finished, smiling slyly.
I blushed a little but smiled back. “Something like that,” I said.
Ashley grabbed her gym bag and started across the lawn to her house. “Maybe we should,” she called to me over her shoulder. “Who knows what might happen?”
What indeed? I thought, pulling into the garage. Or how? Or when?
The next day Ashley invited me over for coffee and some online window-shopping for lingerie. She hadn’t been with a man in the six months since her divorce, she said, but she was feeling like she was ready to get back into the dating scene.
“It’s time to give my Jack Rabbit a rest,” Ashley said. “And find a cock that doesn’t need batteries. And in the process, if some guy gets lucky enough to get into my knickers, I want to be wearing some “‘knock your socks off’ sexy ones.”
After pursuing several mainstream lingerie e-tailers, we ended up on a website that had outrageously sexy open-nipple bras and crotchless panties.
“So would you wear these?” Ashley asked me, clicking to enlarge a photo of a red lace set that revealed the model’s large nipples and distended pussy lips.
“Sure,” I said. “I mean I might, for the right occasion.”
“So tell me, what are you wearing right now?” she asked. “Not crotchless, I’ll bet.”
I was standing behind her, looking over her shoulder at the computer screen. “Actually,” I said, “I’m not wearing a bra or panties at all.”
Ashley swiveled her chair around and looked up at me. We were both wearing jeans and T-shirts with running shoes. My tee was cropped above my waist to show my belly-button ring.
“You’re kidding,” she said. “You’re actually going commando?”
“Yeah, totally,” I replied, grinning down at her.
“You have to show me,” she said, looking directly at my crotch.
I hesitated just a moment, then unsnapped my jeans and lowered the zipper. My fingers were trembling slightly, and I realized this was not the same as seeing each other naked in the steam room. I lifted my tee up to show my bare breasts, then opened the fly of my jeans.
“See?” I said, revealing the tiny triangle of hair above my pussy.
Ashley looked up at me and smiled, then looked back at my crotch. “Show me more,” she said, her breathing now as shallow as my own. I had no idea how far this would go, but at the moment all that mattered was the reaction I was getting from Ashley. I stepped back a couple of steps and hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my jeans, then slid them down over my hips.
Ashley took a breath and looked up at me, letting me know silently that shoving my pants around my knees would not be enough to satisfy her voyeuristic urge. It also wouldn’t be enough for me, the exhibitionist. I stripped off my T-shirt and kicked off my Nikes without untying them, then slid my jeans completely off. Naked now except for my white cotton socks, I stood in the middle of the room, my arms hanging awkwardly at my sides.
“Sit over there,” Ashley said, pointing to a large leather club chair. “And spread your legs.”
I moved toward the chair, rolling my bare bottom sexily while I walked. As I sat down, I fought the urge to throw my legs open and shove my fingers in my cunt, knowing there would be more pleasure for both the voyeur and the exhibitionist if the scene unfolded slowly and seductively.
I sat in the chair and slowly spread my legs, then lifted them and rested my calves on the chair’s leather arms. My pussy was spread wide open, dripping with arousal. I glanced at Ashley and saw that she had unsnapped her own jeans and had one hand deep inside her fly. I closed my eyes, then placed both hands on top of my breasts. Almost imperceptibly, I began to slide my hands downward over my chest and tummy, toward the wet opening between my legs.
When my hands reached my pussy, I spread my lips apart, then used my thumbs and forefingers to pull each pussy lip down and outward. As I stretched my lips and spread them wide apart, I felt the juices of my arousal dripping out of my cunt and into my bottom crack, sliding down to coat the rosebud of my asshole.
I heard Ashley moan, and I raised my eyelids halfway. She now had her jeans around her ankles, her knees apart, her fingers working feverishly at her cunt. I watched her watching me, my desire growing in intensity just from the knowledge that my performance was stoking Ashley’s erotic fires. I began to fuck myself with my fingers, using one, then two, then three. With my other hand I played with my clit, swirling my fingertips over the sensitive bud, then backing off when the sensation brought me too close to climax.
Finally I couldn’t back off anymore, and I closed my eyes and began to frig myself faster and faster. Suddenly I was there, at the edge, then beyond, into my orgasm, my cries of ecstasy filling the room. As I climaxed, I heard echoes of my moans and knew Ashley was coming too, joining me in the intense pleasure of our mutual climaxes.
As we began to come down from our erotic high, I knew we had started something that was bound to go much further. Just how far, I didn’t know.
“Jesus, that was hot!” Ashley said with a sigh. “Watching you was such a turn-on.”
“For me too,” I said. “I mean, knowing that you were watching. It really revved me up.”
A long moment passed. Then Ashley said, “Have you ever done anything with a woman? Anything sexual?”
“Not really,” I said.
“Have you thought about it?”
“Sure,” I said. “Hasn’t every woman? Haven’t you?”
“Yeah,” Ashley acknowledged. “At least I’ve thought about exploring the possibilities.”
“I think the thought of it”"girl-girl sex”"turns most men on,” I said. “I know it turns Ryan on.”
There was a long pause, then Ashley said, “The m nage a trois your hus band suggested. Was it going to be with a man or a woman?”
My eyes were still closed, and I still had one hand still clamped over the sticky mess I had made of my pussy. I opened one eye and looked at Ashley, who also still had a hand covering her crotch. “It was a man,” I said. “A man Ryan knew from work. Too bad it didn’t happen. It would be hot to fuck someone while Ryan watched. Or fuck Ryan while the man watched.”
“I would really like to watch you fuck Ryan,” she said. “I think that would be incredibly exciting.”
I smiled at her and closed my eyes again. “That would be hot, wouldn’t it?” I said. “Maybe it could be arranged.” I didn’t have to look at Ashley to know she was smiling too.
Two days later Ryan and I invited Ashley over for dinner. During the meal she mentioned casually that she was going to have all three bedrooms in her house painted, and she planned to stay in a hotel for a couple of nights to avoid the smell.
“Nonsense,” Ryan said, before I could speak. “You should stay here. We have plenty of room. Right, honey?”
Ashley looked at me.
“Absolutely!” I said. “It’ll be fun.”
Ashley and I smiled at each other. Ryan had no idea just how much fun we were planning on having. The thought of Ashley standing in the darkened doorway watching was an incredible turn-on, with my husband the lucky recipient of an extended and highly erotic session of cocksucking.
I made sure to keep myself angled, so the view from the doorway would show the full extent of my oral skills”"knowing Ashley would see every salacious slurp of my blowjob made me extremely hot. This was much more sensual than my solo masturbation, and I was sure Ashley was experiencing the same exponential jump in erotic pleasure that I felt.
In fact, it was difficult to keep sucking my husband’s cock when what I really wanted was to impale my drip ping cunt on the rigid shaft I had helped stiffen. Finally I did just that, moving forward on my knees and straddling him so I could slide my pussy down over his erection.
Once again I positioned myself so Ashley would have a clear view of my swollen pussy lips clutching at Ryan’s thick cock while I slid up and down that glistening shaft.
I rode my husband like a stallion, my involuntary moans of pleasure providing a sexy soundtrack for my uninhibited performance. The feeling of Ryan’s cock, thick and deep inside my cunt, and the pressure of his pubic bone against my clit were finally too much. The physical sensations I was experiencing, plus knowing that Ashley was watching from just a few feet away, was overwhelming, and I soon surrendered to a blinding climax, coming harder, and louder, than I’d ever come before.
Ryan pulled me forward, trying with little success to stifle my screams against his shoulder. As my hips jerked and bucked over his cock in the last throes of orgasm, I glanced toward the open doorway. My half-lidded eyes were still unable to focus clearly, but I knew Ashley was still there, in the shadows, watching.
As my moans became whimpers, then contented sighs, I lay on top of Ryan, staring into the shadows beyond the bedroom doorway. Suddenly I realized that Ryan’s cock was still inside me and still hard. I lifted myself on my arms and looked down at him, then wriggled my hips.
“You’re still hard, honey,” I said. “Didn’t you come?”
Ryan looked up at me. “Jesus, sweet heart, you never gave me a chance. You’ve been fucking me like a wild woman. It was all I could do to hang on.”
I grinned down at him and wiggled my hips again, then squeezed his cock with my cunt. “Well, then,” I said. “I guess we need to take care of this, don’t we?”
Ryan returned my grin and lifted his hips, pushing deeper into me. “I can hardly wait,” he said, grabbing my bare ass with both hands.
“Hold on a minute,” I said, lifting myself off his groin. “I’ve got an idea that I think you’re going to like.” I slid off the bed and stepped toward the doorway, ignoring my husband’s “what the hell now?” look.
Ashley was naked, kneeling in the dark hallway, leaning against the banister railing. I could barely see her expression in the dark, but she was breathing hard and still had her hands buried between her thighs, covering her pussy. Watching Ryan and me had obviously turned her on enough to give herself an orgasm.
I reached down and lifted her up, then took her by one hand. “Come with me,” I said with a grin, pulling her toward the bedroom door. “There’s a nice hard cock you need to meet. And a lot more fucking you need to watch. And who knows? We might even explore some of those girl-girl possibilities. I’m sure my husband would be a most appreciative audience!” ”