0 comments/ 26099 views/ 2 favorites An Audience By: EmmaB It was clear that the woman had something on her mind. She was fidgeting constantly….crossing and re-crossing her legs, turning constantly and watching the door, straightening the silverware on the table, playing with the buttons that ran all the way down the front of her short denim dress. But then she was still, watching as a dark-haired man strode through the room to her table, trying to determine again why she was so drawn to him. Handsome and sexy… yes… but something more as well….some force of personality, a physical and mental presence that devastated her. He smiled at her as he got close to the table and she felt her face flush, the image of his face smiling up at her as she rode his cock, suddenly flashing through her mind. "Hi sexy." His voice ran down her spine as he slid onto the banquette seat next to her. She didn't even say hello, just put her mouth on his, her arms going around his neck, her body as close as she could get. The kiss was long and breathless and passionate, far more than was appropriate for a public place and they both knew they were getting looks as the kiss broke. "Some greeting," he said, continuing to press kisses on her lips. At that moment, the waitress came over to their table. Her eyes were slightly curious and amused, as she said, "Were you ready to order?" She looked down at where the man's hand was resting alongside the woman's breast. "Could you give us a minute?" Emma asked. As the waitress walked away, Emma turned back to Andrew, moving her arm slightly so others wouldn't see how his hand had shifted to cup her breast. He moved it softly, rubbing against her hardened nipple with the palm of his hand. "No bra?" he asked. "No." Emma kissed him again and slid closer still. She felt his hand traveling up her leg as they kissed, sliding around to the underside of her thigh as it moved up to where her dress barely covered her ass. It stayed there as he broke the kiss and said, "No panties either, I bet." Her eyes were on his dark beautiful eyes. "No panties either," she replied, and his smile ran through her body, and she was convinced she could actually hear the pounding of her blood. "Love," she murmured, as she kissed the corner of his mouth, his cheek, "Can we get out of here? Skip lunch and go someplace? Anyplace. I feel like I'm going to jump out of my skin, I need you so much." It didn't occur to her that he could say no…. his hands held her so tight, his mouth devoured hers, she could see his hard cock straining against the cloth of his pants. But then he was speaking, "Emma, I'm sorry. I have to grab a quick bite and then get back to work. We've been in crisis mode since yesterday, and I haven't had anything to eat yet today." Before she could respond, the waitress was at their table again and he was ordering for them. Emma struggled with disappointment, but when Andrew turned back, eyes apologetic and opened his mouth, she said, "Love, don't feel bad. It's the middle of the work day. I understand." She wove the fingers of her hand with his, where it rested on the table. She felt a little shiver run through her as he leaned forward and said softly, "Babe, you know I would…." Emma smiled. "If you could, I know you'd fuck me sore. But for now, why don't you tell me what's going on at work?" She watched his face as he talked, having a bit of a hard time concentrating… sometimes she followed what he was saying, often not. But she leaned back, enjoying the touch of his hand and the pleasure of being with him. She was getting distracted, watching his mouth and thinking about how it felt to have those lips on her pussy, when she felt a hand moving gently up her thigh and under her dress. Her eyes flew to his. He was smiling, still telling her something, and she felt his thumb brush over the lips of her pussy. His quiet voice penetrated her consciousness, "Spread your legs more." Without thinking, she turned toward him, one leg going up a little on the banquette seat. She felt his thumb probing deeper, sliding between her pussy lips. As it brushed against her clit, her breath came out with a quiet moan, and his name… "Andrew….." A plea. "Quiet," he said softly. She managed to tear her eyes from his and look around the room… no one appeared to be paying any attention to them. Emma saw that the tablecloth would be blocking anyone's view. She drew a deep, shuddering breath as he slid two fingers inside her slick, wet pussy, his thumb still continuing its torture of her swollen clit. She sank into the sensations in her body, concentrating on not making any sound. "Look at me." Emma's eyes flew open. Andrew's face was in front of her. "I want to see your eyes as you cum," he said softly. She felt her pussy contract around his fingers at his words. He smiled at her. "Reach down and touch yourself with me." She hesitated, and he plunged his fingers swiftly into her. Emma bit her lip to keep from moaning. "Do as I say." She carefully moved her hand until it was between her legs, feeling the wet and the heat, fingers joining her lover's thumb as it circled and stroked and rubbed her. "Spread your lips for me." She pulled aside the lips of her pussy with two fingers, the exposure and openness making her clit even more sensitive. Andrew continued playing with her, eyes on her face. Emma felt all the energy in her body gathering beneath his fingers, rushing to that place where he touched. Their hands on the table were clasped hard. He was watching her intently. "You're a hot little slut, aren't you?" "Yes." Her response was a whispered moan. "I can smell your hot cunt from here. You smell like an animal in heat." "Yes." He leaned closer, his look dark and intense. "Come on, baby. Just let it go. You wanted it, so here it is. Come on, you sweet slut…." Emma's eyes locked with his as the feeling started rising in her. His fingers in her, on her felt so good… her pussy so open… there was that tingling… she couldn't stop it now if she wanted, but she didn't want it to stop… needed it. She leaned in and put her open mouth on his, breath sliding out of her in a long quiet moan as it hit. His mouth devoured hers, his fingers moving still. She thought she would lose her mind, trying not to cry out… the control she was exerting making it seem like it would never stop. Slowly the waves subsided. She pulled away from him, trembling, and was startled to feel his fingers swiftly pulled from her. She looked up to see the waitress setting their food in front of them. She didn't try to say anything… just let Andrew deal with the waitress. When she had left, he leaned over and kissed Emma. "Sorry to leave you so abruptly. I liked how it felt, your sweet cunt trembling around my fingers." He brought his hand to his mouth and licked his fingers. "Mmmm, you taste so good. I'm going to need you cumming all over my face tonight, I think. This was such a tease." Emma drew a long breath, feeling shaken. She tried to clear her mind. Smiling at him, she said, "Orgasm and salad. What a perfect lunch." They laughed together. They walked out of the restaurant, hand in hand, after a hurried lunch. Andrew told Emma he'd walk her to her car before heading back to work. They stopped when they reached it, and Emma pulled him close to kiss him goodbye. She felt like a flame re-ignited the moment their mouths came together. The world around them fell away….he pulled her tight against him so that she could feel the bulge of his cock against her, feel all the tension in his body. They touched and kissed as though no one else existed until someone walking by said, "Get a room." "Now there's a thought," Emma breathlessly laughed, as they pulled apart. But Andrew's look was dark. He led her into a nearby alley… back until they were out of sight of the street. Her purse fell to the ground as he pushed her up against a wall, hands pinned on either side of her head, his body pressed hard against hers and his mouth possessed hers again. Instinctively, she pushed against his body as he kissed her roughly. But his mouth was gentle as he kissed down her neck, sucking gently over her collar bone, his hands moving down the front of her dress, undoing the buttons, until it fell completely open. His hands closed around her breasts, and his mouth devoured her swollen nipples. Her eyes closed, head moving back and forth in pleasure as he sucked and licked and teased her breasts. She opened them, and looked at the buildings rising above them, all the windows overlooking the alley… "Andrew, people could be watching." His voice was rough. "You don't think I'm going to let that stop me from fucking you, do you?" She moaned as he turned her around, her arms braced against the building wall, and spread her legs apart. "You think I could watch you cum like that and walk away without feeling that sweet pussy wrapped around my cock? Let the whole city watch, baby." Emma felt his cock through the cloth of his pants pressing against her ass. His hands were moving over her body from behind, over her aching breasts and nipples, across her belly and thighs, brushing between her legs before running up her body again. She turned her head to one side and rested it on her arms as her lover brought every inch of her flesh to painful sensitivity. She loved this about him, the erotic sensuality that went along with the rough edge. Emma suddenly noticed something…a young man standing next to a door further down the alley, smoking a cigarette, watching as Andrew exposed and touched her body… probably a young restaurant worker taking a break. Their eyes met for a moment, but then Andrew's hand was between her legs, and her eyes closed. His voice was low and sexy as he slid his hand through the wetness, "You're soaking wet. Hot and ready for me, like the slut you are, aren't you?" She heard his zipper being unzipped and moaned again in anticipation, murmuring, "Your slut, Andrew. You make me so hot." She opened her eyes again and saw the young man down the alley put his cigarette out with his foot and start to rub both hands over the bulge in his pants. Andrew's voice was in her ear as the head of his cock started probing between the lips of her pussy, "I want to taste your hot snatch, but that will have to wait until later." She gasped as she felt his cock slide half way into her, then pause, her body adjusting to the invasion, pulsing. The observer unzipped his pants and started slowly stroking his stiff prick. Andrew stroked his finger across her clit as he pushed the rest of the way into her, and started moving in and out of her, long, deliberate strokes… a rhythm matched by their young voyeur. Emma braced against the wall and pushed back into his strokes, taking his cock deeper inside each time, moans being drawn out of her. Andrew's voice was quiet and loving and breathless, "Not too loud, baby. We don't want the cops showing up before I'm done with you, you sexy bitch." She bit down on her lip to keep from crying out as Andrew thrust harder and harder into her. Her pussy felt so wet and open, like her whole body was dissolving, and only a pulse remained. The young man continued his stroking, his hips thrusting erotically in time with his hand, his eyes never leaving Emma. Andrew's hand was in her hair, tugging gently as his hard dick rammed into her, his balls slapping against her pussy. The young man cupped one hand around his balls, the other stroking furiously. Emma cried out in spite of herself as spasms started deep inside her, "Lover! Oh god… I'm going to cum!" "Oh baby… yes… me too," Andrew's voice was harsh "… gonna cum so deep inside you, fill you with hot cum….right ..now.. right ..now…." And she felt his body jerk against her as he flooded her pussy with his cum. The other man erupted at the same time, cumming in a great arc, his face twisting in sweet agony. Sight and sensation sent Emma over the edge….she lost all sense of time and place… thought she heard her voice crying out, but wasn't sure it was hers… thought maybe she was losing her mind and would never come back…. pleasure so intense….unbearable….necessary. The two lovers stood, trying to catch their breath. Emma opened her eyes and watched as the young man leaned against the wall briefly, then zipped his pants back up again. He sent one last look her way, but Andrew was turning her and pulling her tight into his arms. They kissed slow and deep….so much to be communicated, no words to do it with. When the kiss ended, Emma read some primal emotion in his dark eyes, and wondered if it was a reflection of her own. Andrew held her trembling body close, and wiped up the juices running down her legs with his handkerchief, threw it away and re-buttoned her dress. "Can I walk you to your car?" he asked, his voice low and sensual. "You can try," she replied. "I'm not sure I can walk." He smiled, reached down and handed Emma her purse, and they walked slowly out of the alley, hand in hand. Andrew took her in his arms again and kissed her, pressing her back against the door of her car. "So, I always knew you had the soul of an exhibitionist. Did you like putting on a show for that young man?" Emma smiled at him impishly. "Yeah, I did. I thought it was sexy. What about you?" He kissed her. "Sure. He can get off all he wants, imagining being inside your hot pussy. It was my cock fucking you, filling you with cum. I'm the one who made you explode." "You certainly did." Her voice was husky and made him smile. They quickly finished their good-byes, making plans to get together later that night. Emma slid into her car and sat for a minute, her eyes closed. When she opened them and leaned forward to start the car, she noticed the young man from the alley coming out of a nearby restaurant. They smiled at each other as Emma drove off. An Audience For My Wife "So, did you sleep with him?" "What! What are you talking about, Ted?" My wife's voice was unusually high pitched and a little shrill. "I just want you to be honest with me, Maria. When I was out of town on business, did you sleep with Paul?" Actually, I already had my answer; in a fit of contrition my friend, Paul had confessed all to me earlier that night, but I wanted to hear it from Maria as well. I wanted to make her sweat. "Well?" I demanded, "did you?" "Oh, Ted! I'm so sorry, it just happened, you know? I didn't mean it, really, we just couldn't help ourselves! Please don't be mad!" I wasn't mad. In fact, since the shock of Paul telling me what had happened whilst I'd been away I'd been feeling very strange. I guess I should have been angry, punched out my best friend, maybe, but in fact I felt intrigued - no, more than that - excited! "Tell me what happened." "What?" Maria was sobbing now and looked up at me through tear-stained eyes questioningly. My request for information took her by surprise. "Tell me what happened." I repeated "It just happened, Ted. I'm sorry, really I am!" "No. I mean tell me what happened, I want the details." Maria stopped crying and looked at me. "You mean you want to know how...how..he..." her voice trailed off so I finished the sentence for her. "Yes, Maria, I want to know how he fucked you! And you're going to tell me or I walk out that door right now!" We were lying in bed. The fatigue of travelling had not even hit me after this trip and it seemed as if I'd had an erection since my earlier meeting with Paul. - I wanted to know all the details. Maria was still looking at me silently, her dark, sultry eyes damp with dew-like tears and her jet black Italian hair splayed across the pillow like fine, dark silk. She didn't seem to know where to start so I helped her. My hands went to her breasts through the thin T-shirt she wore for bed and squeezed a little too roughly. I wanted her to think I was still a little mad. "Did he touch your tits like this?" I asked, my voice a surprising growl. "Oh, Ted!.....yes, he touched me there." "And here?" I let my left hand drop down and cupped her mound, squeezing. Maria lat out an involuntary moan. "Ohhh, yes...and there! I'm so sorry Ted!" "Was his cock hard....like this?" I pulled her hand to my solid erection and continued with my inquisition. "Tell me what he did to you!" Maria was now in no doubt about the effect that all this was having on her husband and started to slowly jack my cock as she went into great detail. "He fucked me real hard, Ted. Real hard. His cock slammed into my pussy...my cunt...it was like being fucked by a freight train." I pulled her close as she continued to masturbate me, enjoying the way she slid her young, nubile body up against me. "I sucked his cock and he ate my tight, little pussy until we both came together - I flooded him with my fluid and my face and hair were stained with his cum - there was so much I nearly choked!" That was enough for me and with a low moan my balls gave up and emptied their contents into my wife's hand. "Oh darling! I'm so sorry!" Maria said again as I rolled back, pleasantly satisfied. "I'll make it up to you, I promise. It'll never happen again. "Oh yes it will!" I interrupted. "I want you to fuck Paul again." Maria looked confused. Who could blame her? This wasn't the sort of thing that happened every day. "What do you mean?" "You're a slut Maria! A real slut. But you're MY slut and I want to see you in action. Your gonna fuck Paul again and your gonna do it while I watch! Now get those panties off and fuck me until I cum again!" My wife of five years knew when she was beat. She was a little shocked to say the least but knew better than to argue. The T-shirt came off, the panties got dumped on the floor and she was up and straddling me almost before I knew what was happening. As my still hard cock slipped into the velvet warmth of her pussy I closed my eyes and thought of the treat to come. It wasn't difficult to persuade Paul either. For a start, the man owed me big time, and I don't think that the thought of slipping between my wife's legs again was exactly abhorrent to him! He was a bit concerned about me watching, but the thought of his unfaithfulness becoming common knowledge and his wife finding out was enough to have him agree to my plan without further argument. Finally, the evening of my dreams arrived. I had taken advantage of Maria's guilty conscience over the past few days by having her suck me off each day on my arrival home from work. I'd fucked her every which way from Sunday and even slipped my throbbing dick into her butt on one occasion. And every time I blew my load into or onto her body, I was thinking about watching her with Paul. Now it was all about to happen for real, I just had to wait for Paul to arrive. The doorbell rang on the dot of 8pm. Paul was dressed simply in jeans and T-shirt and I led him into the lounge where Maria was waiting in nothing but a light, almost see-through robe. I didn't want to waste time with preliminaries. "Okay you two, lets see some action! You've both been here before so lets not get shy about it." With her eyes cast downwards, Maria slipped the robe from her shoulders. It was obvious that she had been wearing nothing underneath, but the shock of seeing her totally naked in front of another man almost took my breath away. I also thought I heard a gasp from Paul's direction as well. "C'mon Paul, I bet you weren't so slow last time!" I cried trying to encourage the situation along. I took a seat in my favourite armchair and set the video camera running that I'd set up earlier. I wanted to preserve this evening for my own repeated enjoyment and also wanted to have some photographic evidence in case Paul decided to get any ideas that I didn't like the sound of - I knew if his wife found out there would be hell to pay! Paul dropped his jeans and stepped out of them. Walking slowly towards my wife he extended his hands and touched her nice rounded breasts. She sighed audibly as his hands began feverishly squeezing her already hard nipples. I could see them as Paul's fingers closed around them: hard, throbbing buds that stood out at least half an inch from her smooth breasts. Paul's left hand wandered slowly down over Maria's tits and meandered towards her trimmed pussy. His fingers played lightly with the black pubic hair and gently opened her labia to reveal the wet, pink folds and her protruding clitoris - She looked like she was on fire! "Take his cock out of his shorts, slut!" I almost shouted, "lets see how big he really is!" I already knew that Paul was not small in the dick department - I could see the bulge in his underwear, but as Maria's fingers pried his waistband open and down, I was shocked to see a prize specimen of thick, hard meat that looked at least ten inches in length. Paul moaned as my wife curled her manicured fingers around his solid shaft and immediately plunged two of his own fingers deep into her sloppy pussy. The room echoed with the couple's excitement as they stood masturbating each other now totally lost in their own world. It seemed pointless for me to issue further instructions, so I simply sat back to enjoy the show. Paul's hands were now firmly on my wife's shoulders and urging her down to her knees. She followed without a murmur and, once in position, opened her mouth wide and swallowed at least six inches of his weapon. I gasped as I saw the throbbing meat disappear into her mouth and then her throat. I could see the distinct outline of his massive head as it inched its way into her windpipe. Paul's hands moved to Maria's head and held her still as he began to force more of his tool into her abused throat. "Don't stop!" I cried as I sensed Maria about to gag, "fuck the little slut's face!" Paul did exactly that and started to thrust his huge appendage in and out of my wife's mouth ignoring her whimpers and just satisfying his own lust. As for me, well I don't think my cock had ever been so hard in my life! A few more minutes of cock sucking and Paul obviously wanted to re-visit my wife's vaginal charms. Sinking down slowly to the carpeted floor, he allowed his cock to slip from Maria's mouth and pulled her down with him. "Wait a second!" I interrupted, "if you're gonna fuck her, then do it from behind so I can see!" Paul seemed to like this idea and smiled as he positioned my wife on her hands and knees and knelt up behind her. I zoomed the camera in on Maria's spread legs and could clearly see the wet moisture that had formed on her labia. I could also see the head of Pauls monster cock, wet with saliva as he positioned it against the entrance to her snatch. "Fuck her, Paul, Fuck the little bitch!" I cried as I massaged my own turgid cock through my pants. Maria screamed out loud as the huge weapon penetrated her pussy. Her head flew back in ecstasy and Paul held onto her black hair as he rammed his entire length into her. I watched mesmerised as my wife's body began to tremble and then shudder. The tremors started in her toes and seemed to work their way up her legs and then spread through her whole body. Her violent moans became louder and more highly pitched as Paul gathered speed and her orgasm ripped through her body. I watched her ass buck back and upwards to meet his strokes as she came and came, howling his name constantly as the climax completely overtook her. "Do her ass, man! I managed to say through my excitement. This was what I had really been waiting for. Maria had only recently allowed my cock into her tightest of holes and I was determined to see how she would cope with an insertion as large as Paul's erect cock. Paul's tool was out of her pussy and lined up against the tiny pink rose-bud in a flash. From the look on his face I don't think that the two of them had tried this before and he seemed like he was going to really enjoy it. Again, Maria screamed as he pressed his large dick against her impossibly tight hole. I zoomed in again feeling my erection press painfully against my pants. I could see the tight hole stretch and strain under the constant pressure that Paul was applying. He grunted, she groaned. He pushed harder, she moaned louder, and then suddenly, with an almost audible pop, it was in. Maria had her face buried in the carpet and was thrashing her long, slightly sweat-dampened hair backwards and forwards as she received an ass-fucking that she was unlikely to forget. Paul sawed his cock in and out of her rapidly widening butt and let his fingers slip between her legs to play with the hard button of her clit. The room was alive with noise and I could see from his tight-eyed expression that he was about to unload. "Do it over her! I want to see your cum splash over her ass cheeks!" And then suddenly there it was. Pauls twitching cock was out of my wife's gaping hole and spurting thick, creamy seed over her olive skinned buttocks. I couldn't hold out any longer and, leaping to my feet, I unzipped my pants and hauled my own spasming cock out. Standing over Maria's face, I jerked myself off quickly, tilting her head up so that she might receive my gift to her. Her facial expression of satisfied lust sent me quickly over the edge and within a few short seconds both her face and ass were covered in thick, steaming jism. I was out of breath and sitting back against the table leg when I realised that Paul was already dressed. I said nothing, his embarrassed exit was all the apology that I needed or expected. But Maria wasn't going to do anything in a hurry. She was breathing hard and still sprawled out on the carpet, the cum from myself and her lover dripping onto the thick pile. I looked at her and wondered if I'd wrecked things between us. Yes, she'd been unfaithful, but her punishment - whilst suiting her crime - had been fairly extreme. I stretched out my hand to touch her, perhaps to comfort her but then withdrew. I wasn't sure what sort of reception I would receive. Slowly Maria turned towards me, her matted hair stuck to her face with a mixture of sweat and semen. I sighed, deeply relieved - she was smiling. In that instant I knew we would be okay. "You alright honey?" I asked, my voice little more than a whisper. "Damn, Ted! I'm more than alright! That was fantastic! I never knew how good anal sex would be. You gotta get hard and do me again, I need more!" I could feel my cock slowly coming back to life as I prepared to take my new anal-slut in the hole that she needed filled. But somehow I doubted that it would be the same for her without an audience! An Audience For Us Last Friday night, 08/30/02, Marla and I were looking for something different to do. So we went to a /bi/lez/gay bar in Danbury CT. We were told that it’s an even crowd of guys and girls there on Friday nights. Marla said, “It’d be nice to meet a nice bi girl there wouldn’t it?” I said, “Sure would Hun”, with my ear-to-ear smile. We got there a little too early, and yes there is such a thing, especially at this bar. The girls hadn’t gotten there yet. Well there were two playing pool but you’d be hard pressed to call them girls, they were trying their best to be as butch as possible. They were playing pool, and pretty good players too. This bar has two basic sides to it, one side looks like a regular mom and pop kind of bar, pool table, dart machine and a friendly bar tender. It looked like it could be in Anytown, USA. The other side is pretty dark with another bar and a dance floor, DJ, disco ball and a small scale light show. So we sat down on the regular bar side, cause the other side was empty. We ordered a drink and just talked about things. I’d say we stuck out like a sore thumb sitting there. I looked just a little too well dressed for the place and Marla had on a short faded jean skirt with a aqua halter top sporting’ her killer tan. And yes, don’t fret fans, this time she did have panties on. It was a very skimpy sheer (see thru) white thong that showed all at the slightest leg crossing. And the stools were high enough so that everyone else knew she was wearing a thong too. So we drank a few drinks. When some more people started milling in we went to the other side of the bar. The girls started flowing too. I’d say most of them were either coupled up with another girl or kind of butchy. Butchy does nothing for either of us, at all. Marla’s eyes did see a nice girl. The girl walked over. And a hopeful conversation started but moments later she was introducing the girl that had come up behind and startled her as girlfriend. After a few glasses of wine later, four to be exact, Marla’s sexuality started kicking into overdrive. She started to get very touchy feely with me. She started stroking my crotch at the bar. My hard on was obvious thru my pants and she stroked it in plain sight. My hand went up her skirt and exposed her barely covered ass. What was pretty odd was that while I looked around to see if anyone was looking my eyes met a few women looking at Marla’s ass and a few guys looking at what Marla's hand was squeezing, surely an upside down place. But there was something fun about it too. Around 11:30 she asked if we could escape to our car for some sex. It was starting to get to be a little too much for her. She just watched two pretty good-looking women tongue kiss for a long while and that got her that much more turned on. She said her plan was to attack me in the car suck and fuck my brains out. I happily nodded my head to those plans. I paid the check and got going. We got into the car but there were people milling around the area and it was very well lit as well. The front of the place is actually in the back and the back of the place has a lingerie store in front of it and that fronts the road. Confusing? I’m sure, unless you’ve been there. So we leave via the north side exit and notice that there are more cars parked then there are people in the bar, way more. And we pass these cars, as I’m looking for a place to park, we notice that most of the car’s have people hanging in them, which we felt was pretty strange at the time. And each time our headlights hit a parked car we’d see a guy or two just sitting in their cars. So we drove to the front, where the lingerie shop was, and figured we could park there cause no one was parked there. Then Marla could start on the meal that she so desperately wanted. I parked and shut off the car. Man there was a lot of car’s pulling in and out I thought to myself. As soon as I turned the key off she immediately started tugging at my zippered pants. She got them open and couldn’t start blowing me fast enough. A sigh of relief came over her she tasted the head of my cock. As my head leaned back and my eyes closed I heard a noise outside, a squeak of car brakes. A car was parking next to us, backing in to the space. And on the other side another car was already parked, he backed in too. It seemed that both drivers were staying in their respective cars and watching us. Hmmmm that was such a kinky thought, it got us both going. We could put on a show for these guys. While I was receiving a fantastic blowjob, like always, I managed to one handedly get Marla out of her thong. At that point her short skirt was being worn like a belt and she was on her knees on her seat. So try to picture her bent over my seat sucking away, her beautiful ass and wet pussy in plain view of the driver on our right. As I watched the guy on my rights eyes staring at that envious view of her I slapped her ass and inserted a finger in it. I started putting on a show for him. I put two fingers into her pussy and fucked her with them. Pushing them in and out while she moaned I looked at his eyes and the sight of him getting so turned on turned me on even more. I couldn't see his cock, but I knew he was jacking off while he watched, that got me even more turned on. And I could also see his car shaking a bit and the attention his lap was getting. While my fingers played, she soon started cumming, and cumming pretty hard I might add. She got very loud at one point I was thinking about closing the windows, but instead I stuck my cock deeper into her mouth to muffle some of her moans. There were a lot of cars pulling in and out of the lot. When she couldn't take it any more she said, "I have to feel your cock inside of me, NOW" so she jumped up took off her halter-top and jumped on my cock and we stated to fuck. I fucked her like a crazy man, now it was the guy on our left’s turn to get an eye full. I licked and bit her nipple for him to see. I saw he too was jerking off in full force. And don't ya know it she hit the horn with her butt, lol, pretty funny at that moment; she scared our viewers for sure. All of a sudden there was someone standing right by our window. He stood there watched for a moment but was told to move, very nastily, by our friend in the car on our right. In the back of my mind I was kind of hoping he'd reach in and grab her tit's or stick a finger in her butt while she bounced on my cock, but he just watched a bit longer and grabbed his cock thru his jeans, and walked away. Once we were done fucking, cause it was too intense to be lovemaking, we stayed for a little while. Our fans on either side pulled away. But we wanted to stay to try and figure out what the heck was going on in this busy parking lot. There was a lot of car movement. Car's pulling in staying for a bit then pulling out, sometimes the same car would pull back in and the leave again. Well it didn’t take long to figure it out. It seems that the guys would drive up and park and put their passenger visor down, the "I'm trolling for cock sign", and wait for a willing guy to pull up to suck their cock. We said if someone could charge for parking they’d have a gold mine there, lol. We watched one guy that seemed to go to a few cars while we were there. He must have given a few out that night. We must have watched at least five other blowjobs, not close up, but from our car we saw the head bob. The whole while my horny wife played with herself. I know she was thinking how cool it’d be to walk up and watch those shows. Maybe next time we’ll ask to watch a few of the blowjob shows, until then we’ll be having fun. :-D An Audience of None Anna was quite alone. There was nobody in the house, but even so the door to the bedroom was locked. The window was shut and latched, the blinds drawn, the curtains shut over the blinds. The lights were off, and the digital alarm clock on the table was turned over so that it wouldn't light up the room with its red display. Anna was quite alone in the dark with her thoughts and her body. She thought of being watched. She lounged on a neatly-made bed, on top of the covers so that her imaginary audience could see her nakedness, for she was stark nude. Chestnut curls rippled over ivory shoulders with nobody to see. Her long white limbs stretched luxuriously across the bedspread for nobody's benefit but her own. But in her mind, there were eyes on her. She could feel their gaze as surely as she felt the cool air of the bedroom on her body. The corner, by the door; yes, that was where he would be standing, her unseen lover, arms folded, leaning casually against the wall with his dark eyes on her. She blushed, alone there in the dark. What she was doing felt silly. But she abandoned herself to the fantasy, and allowed herself to feel sexy and powerful. She posed, hands behind her head, legs lazily crossed, one finger twirling a brown curl of hair. Though the room was completely dark, she could imagine the grin that would spread across his face, and the rapidly stiffening bulge in his neatly-pressed pants. She laughed out loud at the thought, then arched her back and brought her right hand around to cup one plump breast. Her other hand wandered further south, and she was startled at her own wetness. She smiled wide, blew a self-conscious kiss into the darkness, and began to do something very private. Her hands and legs trembled a little as she played -- stage fright, even in this empty room with only her imaginary lover to see. But of course that didn't stop her; the half-frightened embarrassment she felt was exactly what she wanted. She felt the unseen eyes as powerfully as if she had a real audience, and her body responded as it usually did to this fantasy, with an aching tidal wave of lust. She wouldn't think of indulging the fantasy in real life -- she didn't even like making love with the lights on -- but here, in the safety of darkness and solitude, she could loosen up somewhat. And for a woman as shy as Anna, the mere fantasy of being watched was enough to make her shiver. She struggled against the shyness while secretly reveling in it, wallowing in it at the same time. She writhed and posed in the ways that most embarrassed her, and made her feel the most beautiful and wanton. The two feelings were one. Her freshly-shaven cunt felt good beneath her fingers, and her fingers certainly felt good on her cunt. She spread her legs as far apart as she could, to allow the man in her mind to get the best possible view. She felt his desire for her clear across the room, communicated in some occult way by his stare, and struggled not to come -- even now, the thought of coming in front of this invisible audience unnerved her -- but it was a losing battle. While half of her cringed and blushed in profound embarrassment, her other half eagerly indulged itself. Her ears and cheeks burned cardinal red, but between her legs eight thousand nerve endings were singing in harmony. The fingers of her right hand, stroking her clit in tight, firm circles, were soaked and rapidly pruning. The fingers of her left hand grasped and kneaded at her left breast. Her back arched involuntarily, and she allowed herself to moan aloud in the empty room. She was close. In a final seductive flourish for the audience in her mind, she pushed the generous flesh of her left breast up to her mouth and easily tasted her own nipple -- a move that past lovers had found powerfully erotic, but which usually just made her feel silly. It didn't make her feel silly now. She quite enjoyed having her nipples bitten and played with, but it wasn't for her. It was for him, the unseen lover who waited in the corner, his eyes beating down on her soft body like the sun in August. It didn't take long. Lost in her fantasy world, her orgasm seemed to sneak up on her, so that her legs seemed to clinch together of their own accord a moment before she realized she was coming. Then it burst upon her all at once, a million volts of pleasure racing from her clit to her brain. She heard gasping and whimpering, and only realized afterward that these sounds had issued from her own mouth. It was all too much, the sensation was overwhelming, but her fingers worked with a life of their own and she had no choice but to ride it out. When it passed, she found herself blinking alone in the darkness, face burning as if with fever, thighs soaked, and a delicious warm feeling of comfort and tension released spreading through her body with her groin at its epicenter. The man in the corner, his purpose fulfilled, was gone. Anna lay there for several minutes, basking in her satisfaction, and before she knew it had drifted off to sleep. An Audience of One Pt. 01 She'd never written an email to an author before, but something about the story resonated deeply. She could feel him lurking in the margins and hiding between the lines. There was something there: a truth, a vulnerability. His characters didn't feel like puppets acting out his will so much as humans trapped in amber, struggling to break free. Dear Mr. Jones, I feel silly calling you that because I know it's not your name. I feel silly anyway, writing a fan letter like an infatuated teenager. I read a lot of the stories on this site. You can imagine for yourself why. My husband and I haven't had sex in over a year. You get the picture. Anyway, are you the character Simon from your story? God, I want a man like that so badly. Just for a night. Just for one night I want to feel beautiful and desired and wanted. Never mind. I don't want to know. Just know that you made one woman very happy, and you can imagine for yourself what that means. Love, SpentWife She counted to three, then hit the send button. It was done. The television echoed down the hallway as she crawled into bed alone again. She slipped her hand into her panties and imagined Simon. *** The next morning she awoke with a bad case of buyer's remorse. What if her husband checked her sent mail? What if Mr. Jones thought she was foolish? What if? What if? What if? She logged on to erase her footprints, and was greeted by a response: Dearest SpentWife, Thank you so much for taking the time to contact me. Writing is a very lonely business. Sometimes I feel like I'm trapped on an island, stuffing notes in bottles and setting them adrift. Occasionally I get a reply, but more often than not they are critical. But enough: You were kind enough to write me, and I shouldn't waste your time with my complaints. I'm terribly sorry to hear about the situation with your husband. Whether the problem is physical, emotional, or psychological, there's no need for you to be alone. Humans need love, kindness, and touch. At risk of embarrassing both of us, I'm pleased to hear that I could at least bring you touch, even if by your own gentle hands. Thank you again, Mr. Jones She felt her face flush and her red ribbon of a mouth unraveled into a broad smile. Her skin tingled and her nipples hardened beneath her tee shirt. Between her legs her sex beat in time with her nervous heart. Throughout the day she returned again and again to Mr. Jones: his email, his author profile, the few stories he'd posted on the site. The way he wrote about sex-fearless, yet feminine. She wondered whether he was really a woman but decided he was really Simon. Simon Jones. Simon would not ignore her. Simon wouldn't criticize her. Simon appreciated her. Simon adored her. Simon would take control, but he would give it back, too. Simon. Mr. Jones, Thank you so much for your response. Yes, you embarrassed me but you caught me red handed, or at least wet handed ha ha. I'm sorry, that was really inappropriate. You must think I do this all the time, but I swear I've never written one of the writers on this site before. I just feel like I know you or something. Can I tell you a secret? I'm touching right now. Please tell me—are you really Simon? Janice The thrill of it, of confessing something so intimate to a total stranger. She hadn't felt like this in years: butterflies, nervousness, the urge to keep checking for a response. Only three messages between the two of them, but she lay on her side and reread them again and again, hand trapped between her rocking thighs until the rush came. The front door opened, and the sound of her husband's heavy feet grew closer. She closed her laptop and yanked up her yoga pants. "What are you doing in here?" "I just woke up from a nap," she said, and she rubbed her eyes. "Really, Janice? Was your Starbucks run too strenuous today?" he said. "Why are you home so early, Paul?" "I swear to God, I was going to fucking kill somebody in that office if I didn't get out of there," Paul said. He sat on the edge of the bed and rambled about his job while he took off his shoes. He stood and rambled some more as he changed from his dress clothes to a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, then he slipped his wallet back into his pants and grabbed his keys. "Where are you going?" Janice asked. "Fuck, get off me. Do you have to know where I am every minute of the day? I just got off work, give me some space." "I'm sorry, baby. Have a good time," she said. "Later," Paul said. *** Janice ate dinner alone that night, a little music and the glow of social media to keep her company. Online friends bragged about their spouses and their children, posted photos of their exotic vacations and their fancy dinners. She knew them, yet they didn't seem real: plastic people trying to convince her of their exciting lives. Or maybe not. Maybe they were trying to convince themselves. She read Simon's story again. The way he wrote about sex, desire, women. His fiction seemed more real than her friends. And then she checked her mail again: Oh, Janice, You do know how to catch a man's attention, don't you? I'm glad that you feel like you know me. The world can be a miserable place, can't it? Finding that connection with someone, even a total stranger, sometimes is all we need to make us feel better. And don't ever feel embarrassed for being who you are. Sex is fun, even alone. Don't be shy; in fact, if there's anything I can do to help I hope you will let me know. With increasing blood pressure, Simon That night Paul crawled into bed fully clothed and grabbed at her breasts. She pushed his hand away, and he brought it back, pinching her nipple. "Ouch, stop it," she said. "You bitch that I never fuck you, and then you bitch when I do," Paul said. "You're drunk." "So what? I'm hard." "I'm going to the guest room," Janice said, and she pulled her t-shirt down over her ass as she walked away. *** Dear Simon, Would you be good to me? Would you be gentle? Would you pay attention to me? I know you would. I know who you are. You are beautiful. Janice *** Janice, I would love to accept your adulation, but I'm just a writer. They are just words. I fear I would be a great disappointment to you. S *** Simon! Don't say that! I know you better than you think! They aren't just words! They are your words and that means you feel those things. You see women that way. I know you're a good man. Sometimes when I'm touching I think about meeting you for coffee. Your face is so kind and you look at me instead of through me. We sit on the couch and talk and we're so close that our legs touch and I feel tingly all over. I know it's stupid. Janice *** What happens next? S His question stopped her. She was cheating on Paul, but was she? And what would Simon think of her clumsy attempt to write about sex? Was she getting a lost in a fantasy? Did it matter? Her whole body felt like it was vibrating. The anticipation, the tease, the newness, all of it struck her dead center. She reached into her pants and slid a finger between her lips. When the soft pad of her fingertip brushed across her clitoris she shuddered. "Can you Skype? I'll show you," she typed. *** That evening when Paul came home, he changed into jeans and a t-shirt and grabbed his keys. "Aren't you going to ask me where I'm going?" he said. "No." "I had a bastard of a day." "I'm sorry," Janice said. Paul opened the front door. "I'm going out with some guys from work," he said. "Okay." She watched his car back down the driveway, then listened until the growl of the engine disappeared. Janice rummaged through her lingerie drawer like Goldilocks: too hot, too cool. She wanted to look sexy but casual, everyday but dressy, not contrived. Buried beneath her daily things she found a lacy white half cup bra, the only color a tiny blue bow between the cups. Simon always mentioned bows in his stories. She pulled her sports bra over her head and fastened the pretty lace bra around her waist, and then she pulled the straps over her lean shoulders. At the end of her closet rod hung the white silk blouse that she used to wear to the office. That seemed like a lifetime ago-her old job, old house, old life. Next off were here yoga pants, replaced with a delicate pair of lacy white panties and a sensible skirt. She sat at her desk and pressed the "Video Call" button. Her mouth felt dry and her hands shook slightly. It seemed like forever, but finally a face emerged on the screen. "Janice?" the face said. He didn't look like Simon, but he did. He was older and his hair thinner than the Simon she imagined, but just like in his stories she could see her Simon beneath the surface. It was his eyes, the way he looked through them-his mouth, that kind little smile. The real Simon was softer, older, gentler, but then again not. Something lurked behind those eyes. She adjusted her camera upward so that he couldn't see the effect that he was having. "Simon? Is that you?" "I told you you'd be disappointed," he laughed. "Not at all! I'm just glad I caught you. I got home later than I expected." "Busy day?" "Very. I haven't even had time to change. I walked in and came straight to the computer," she said. "I'm honored." "So what about you? Busy writing today?" "Of course," Simon said. "Every day. It all runs together, but I don't want to talk about work. Let's talk about you." "What's to tell?" she laughed. She missed this: Getting to know someone, the newness and excitement. They talked about everything and nothing: favorite foods, music, movies. She piled on the compliments regarding his writing and he brushed them aside, always turning the conversation back to her. They even talked about Paul, and how lonely she'd felt. "You must have a lot of friends at work," Simon said, and she blushed and looked away from her camera. "Can I tell you something?" she said. "Sure." "This is kind of embarrassing, but-" "Oh, come on. It can't be that bad." "I don't have a job. I used to. It's a long story. Anyway, I changed into this for you." "Really?" Simon said. "That's the sweetest thing I think I've ever heard." He moved closer to the camera and whispered: "But listen, you don't have to pretend you're anything for me. I think you're perfect." Janice laughed. "Stop it. You hardly know me, Simon." "Well, if you put on that lovely outfit for me, shouldn't I get to see it?" he said. Her smile vanished. They stared silently at each other for a moment, and then Janice reached and tipped the camera downward. Her nipples pressed against the delicate silk, a glimpse of flushed skin peeking from her collar. "How beautiful. Let's see the rest. Give us a twirl," he smiled. She returned his smile, and then she stood and straightened her skirt. "Oh, I love that. So tasteful," he said. "Will you be my secretary?" "I'll be whatever you want," Janice said. "Careful. I haven't told you the job description." "I'll do whatever you want," she said. "Will you proofread this for me, please? Over here, on my desk?" he said. Janice leaned forward and placed her palms on the table. Her blouse fell open. She could see her cleavage on her camera, and Simon's expression on his. "Give me a moment, sir. I'm a slow reader," she said. He couldn't take his eyes off of her breasts, so soft and round. They looked as if they'd spill from the half cups of her bra at any moment. And that sexy little bow-she really was a reader. "I like what you have here, sir," she said, and she unbuttoned her blouse. "It makes me feel tingly." She rubbed her hand across her belly and she heard Simon sigh. "I shouldn't be doing this," he said. "Neither should I," Janice replied. "But here we are." She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. "You are amazing," Simon said. "Will you show me?" she asked, and it was Simon's turn to blush. He pushed his chair away from his desk. She could see his erection through his trousers. It made her feel wanted, strong, powerful. "Please, Simon." He unfastened his pants and there he was, naked and vulnerable. She wanted to touch him, to taste him. Even just holding him would have been enough. "Do you want me?" she asked. "I do." "How much?" "Very much." "Those stories—were they for me?" Her thumb brushed across the cup of her bra. "Yes." "But you didn't know me." "Yes, I did. You're my audience of one. You're who I write for." Her hand traced a path along her torso, fingers exploring around the lace edges of her panties. "Simon?" "Yes, Janice?" "Will you show me how you touch?" "Of course I will," he said, and he wrapped his hand around his erection. He didn't do it like Paul, like it was a race or a chore. He made love to his hand, rocked his hips against the chair, teased the thick droplets of precum from his cock and smeared them over his sex until it glistened, red and hard. She sat and spread her legs, and with a quick gesture pushed her panties aside. Janice imagined their wetness combining into a slippery mess. She pictured his cock sliding into her pussy instead of his own hand. "I want to taste you," she said, and Simon's cock twitched. "I want to taste you, too," he said. "Will you do something for me?" "I'll do whatever you'd like." "Will you taste your fingers for me?" She buried her fingers deep inside her, then brought them to her face and licked the saltiness from her fingertips. Simon pumped his cock harder. "Am I really your audience of one?" she asked. "Yes." "Then show me." "Show you what?" "Show me how the story ends." Simon's jaw clenched and his pace quickened. She watched his body tense and the hot streams erupt from his swollen cock. His semen looked so bright against his black shirt. Janice adjusted her camera and lay down on her bed. She wanted him to see, to share her pleasure. She pushed her panties down and let them hang around one ankle, just like the woman in Simon's last story. With one hand she spread her lips, and with the other she rubbed her clitoris faster, faster, until the floor of her vagina pulsed and her body clinched. There was no guilt, only joy and sweaty satisfaction. Paul would be home soon, or maybe he wouldn't. It didn't matter. She'd found something that she thought long dead, something primal bursting out of the hardened amber inside of her. Tomorrow Simon would share another story with his audience of one, and for now that was enough.