0 comments/ 9265 views/ 5 favorites John and Ellen Ch. 01: Veronica By: MiddleAgedMan Author's note: This is the first (real) installment in my series about John and Ellen and their evolving sex life. 'John and Ellen Ch00 – Prelude' is not exactly required reading before this chapter, but there are references that will seem a bit strange without the background provided by it. The backdrop here is, obviously, Exhibitionism and Voyeurism, though anal and group sex are prominent themes as well. I have tried to make the emotional transitions as realistic as possible, but feedback on that is very much appreciated. I have plans for John and Ellen to expand their sexual life more in future chapters, but for that to happen, I need to be able to convey their progression in a realistic way. I hope this chapter lives up to your expectations, and feel free to contact me with wishes for what you would like to see John and Ellen do in the future. Enjoy! Disclaimer: This work is the sole property of MiddleAgedMan, submitted to Literotica. All characters engaging in acts of a sexual nature are above 18 years old. Any similarities to places or people in the real world are not meant to be degrading in any way. Any and all copying, reproduction or other use of this material is prohibited without written approval by the author. ***** John and Ellen Ch01 – Veronica Ellen was sweating. In part because she was on her back in the sauna, but even more so because of what she had just done. Outside the sauna, on the rim of the small pool, a bag for her shampoo and conditioner was sitting. Its rather ugly pattern of swirls and circles made for a real eyesore. Through the glass doors, she could just make out the hint of reflection from the camera lens poking out of one of those circles, but only because she knew where to look for it. John had done a good job of hiding it since his unfortunate incident where the lens got spotted. She did not feel particularly afraid of getting busted for bringing a camera to the spa, but her stomach did not agree completely; the tingling sensation as if butterflies were flying around in there would not go away. The sweating was probably just a byproduct of her body feeling like one giant nerve ending, making the heat all the more obvious. She had just gotten settled in the sauna after a lengthy shower. Looking forward to viewing the footage later with John, she thought about what she had captured. Across from her when she had started showering had been a slightly plump blonde with a very ample bosom and a rather large, but firm, ass. Ellen had decided to take the opposite stall from her and after getting her shampoo, she put the bag down. She leaned it back a bit to get a slightly upwards camera angle. Looking at the blonde the whole time was not an option, she might get caught staring. Starting her own washing routine, she had only gotten a few glimpses as the blonde was soaping up her hair and body. Ellen was sure John would approve of the various positions she unwittingly presented to the camera. Having rinsed out her hair, the blonde paid a little extra attention to her large tits, soaping them up again and obviously fondling them a bit. She was not sure, but Ellen thought it looked like her nipples had stiffened a bit as her hands started down her tummy. Ellen had already been looking her way a bit too long and decided to turn around, not seeing what the blonde did next, but knowing it was all on tape. She figured she would see it well enough later. Just as Ellen turned around again to get her conditioner from the bag, she glanced over and saw that the blonde was packing up her stuff; she was bent over, presenting her ass straight towards the camera, her pussy lips clearly visible as the water from the shower cascaded over her ass and down her crack. Ellen froze, not wanting to disturb the camera; this was the proverbial bullseye for a voyeur filming unsuspecting victims. Pretending to inspect her toe nails rather than getting her conditioner, she waited a few more seconds as the blonde got up, turned off the shower and went for her towel. Ellen chuckled quietly to herself; she could not wait to see John's reaction when he saw that! Ellen picked up the bag, making sure to turn it around as she got the bottle of conditioner, both to capture a panning view of the other showers, several of which were occupied, as well as a few close-ups of her own body. Retreating back into her stall, she brought the camera down and shot her pussy as she probed it gently with one hand, before bringing the bag up and blowing the camera a kiss. Conditioner in hand, she briefly checked out the neighboring stalls to look for a new victim; deciding to point it towards a raven-haired young woman to the left of where the blonde had been. Just as she started gently massaging the conditioner into her scalp, she saw the current star of the movie bring out a razor. Smiling to herself, Ellen turned around again; she did not have to watch, it was all on tape, and this was going to be a very good movie. Having taken her time with the conditioner, she figured she had to start rinsing it out lest she appear conspicuous; she had spent quite a bit longer than usual in the shower already. As she looked briefly over at the movie star, Ellen saw her just finishing up her legs with the razor. Where there had been definite stubble between her legs before, there was now only smooth, glistening skin; she had shaved her pussy completely bald, on camera. Ellen picked up the bag, pointing the camera to her right and slowly walked to her towel across the room, getting crotch-height footage of the women showering there. After toweling off some of the water, she donned her swimsuit and walked back through the shower area towards the unisex spa, filming the opposite side along the way. Seeing no one she knew, Ellen regretted not being able to stop and chat a bit, getting a more detailed footage of a few more naked bodies. Hopefully, she would not be alone in the sauna. Thinking about her shower, Ellen had started forgetting about the butterflies in her stomach. The nervous feeling had been replaced by the anticipation of John's hard cock between her lips later that evening. The sweating was now caused by the heat of the sauna alone, and as small droplets slid down her arms and legs, she felt them one by one as small caresses, her skin pebbling with goose bumps. Her nipples responded likewise and hardened under the fabric of her otherwise modest swimsuit; the illusion of modesty now somewhat ruined by the clearly visible nipples. Taking a quick look outside and seeing no one else, Ellen could not resist tweaking her them a bit. Reveling in the heightened experience of her excited state, she could feel the familiar warmth and tingling spreading across her body, centering on her clit and pussy lips. Lost in her own pleasure, she was considering sneaking a finger down under her suit to rub herself a little as well, but her inbred caution stopped her. She could, however, clearly feel the moisture between her legs, and it was definitely not just sweat anymore; her juices had started flowing. Rolling over on her side, facing away from the door, she could almost imagine someone coming in and seeing her pussy leaking juices on the bench. "Well, someone's having a good time!" Ellen's eyes shot open, she did not remember closing them, but she had gotten caught up in the moment. With the color rising in her cheeks, she brought her hands down again, trying to appear as if she had not just been pinching her own nipples. "Umm... Er... Well, yes, it is nice and warm in here..." Ellen did not know what to say, she had just been busted playing with her own nipples in a public sauna. She was more embarrassed than she could remember ever having been, but at the same time, more excited as well. The thrill of getting caught apparently spoke to her body on some level; her nipples firmed even more, and her pussy was practically vibrating with lust. Ellen slowly turned her head around to face whoever had busted her; she could only tell it was a female voice before looking. On the bench across from her, a tall shapely brunette with a magnificently fit body was putting down her towel on the bench, her back towards Ellen. She turned around and patted her towel in place before lying down. Ellen was struck with a sense of familiarity; she had seen this woman before. Racking her brain to remember where she recognized her from, Ellen took in her body; toned arms and legs, fairly large breasts with a dark shade announcing the areolas and a flat stomach leading to a slightly raised pelvis. Fascinated with her own attraction to this shapely brunette, Ellen finally recognized her. Veronica! This was the woman who had seduced her husband and proceeded to fuck him outside this very sauna! She had seen John's hidden footage of it, well, the fucking had been done out of view, but John had confessed, and she could guess at the details well enough from the audio track. Ellen had forgiven John and thought she was past it, but a flame of anger blossomed in her stomach nonetheless. She did not want to have to deal with this woman right now; but she could not tear her eyes away from her either. Her eyes were drawn towards Veronica's tits like pins to a magnet, nipples now slightly denting the white swimsuit, causing Ellen's own nipples to harden even more. Ellen was a bit confused about her reaction; on the one side, she was angry, but on the other, she felt a definite attraction towards Veronica's body. Deciding to leave before doing something she would regret, Ellen got up and went outside to cool down in the small pool a bit. She left the camera in place though; she had squared things with John, and meeting Veronica in real life, Ellen understood even better why he had been unable to resist her; she exuded a certain raw sensuality just by being in the room. They could always talk things through when she appeared on the video later, and her body was too magnificent not to capture again. After a while, Ellen had gotten her thoughts and emotions under control again. She decided not to say or do anything to Veronica right now. If she was going to keep bumping into her at the gym, she would have to say something at some point, but not right now. John should have his say as well, and after showing him the movie would be perfect time to bring it up. Ellen slid further down into the pool and started planning the evening. She would get on her knees in front of John as he watched the movie from the couch in their living room. As his cock grew hard, watching the film, she would undo his pants and start licking his balls and shaft first, before teasing his cockhead with the tip of her tongue, sampling the precum she knew would be flowing out. Ellen could feel her nipples hardening again as she imagined sucking John's cock, but she decided not to fondle them this time; the pool was even more exposed, being in front of the three different saunas and in plain view of the doors leading to both shower areas. Ellen tried to get a grasp of her own reaction to seeing Veronica; she had felt definite arousal when admiring her body, even though she had never considered herself anything but straight. She looked back at her life after getting married and could see how she and John had grown complacent as the years flew by. Perhaps it was time they spiced up their sex life, trying new things? John had certainly gotten off to a good start, even though it had meant fucking other women. Thinking about it, Ellen remembered her college days, when she had first met Sue. Though not feeling any particular attraction to her at the time, there was no denying Sue was a very good looking young woman back then. She was still good looking, but her beauty now had matured and softened; back then she had been all tight and athletic. They had hit it off right away, sharing many interests and views, both on men and life in general. One late night, back at the dorm after a party, Sue had commented on Ellen's body. "I can see why the boys are crowding around you; your tits look amazing in that dress! Not that I mind, though, I get a fair bit of attention too..." They had been at a party at a friend of a friend's house, lots of other students as well as some from outside. Alcohol and sexual tension made for a potent mix, and being two good looking women had brought them their fair share of admirers. Wine and conversation had been flowing in equal amounts, and even though none of them had ended up doing anything serious, Ellen had seen Sue stroke more than one crotch as guys felt her up. Sue was obviously thinking about it as well now, her eyes were half closed and her nipples clearly visible through her strapless dress. "Fuck, I'm so horny right now! Did you know one of those guys actually put his hand up my skirt and stroked my panties? I almost took him out to the porch and fucked him right there, I just didn't want to leave you in there alone. And it probably wouldn't help my reputation either; I don't want to be seen as a slut. I did get his number though, maybe I'll call him. Someday." Ellen was shocked; Sue had always been more open about her desires and definitely more of a tease, but this was out of character, even for her. It was probably the wine talking. Ellen felt light-headed herself, and she was sure Sue had had a few more glasses than her. She said nothing; Ellen was more reserved, but Sue's dirty talking struck a chord within her. She had to admit she had been tempted as well; one of the guys had been charming and quite good looking. Well behaved as well, quite the gentleman, actually. John, she thought his name was. Back in the present, Ellen smiled to herself. That had been her first meeting with John, and even though it had taken weeks before they got together, that first spark had ignited something in her. Thinking back again, she remembered Sue leaning back on the sofa, cursing her own actions when she did not act on the guy's obvious interest in her. "Damn it! Why didn't I at least drag him into a corner and get a better feel of his cock? I could just feel the outline of it through his pants, and it was more than big enough. It would have felt so nice in my pussy right now..." As Sue continued her own train of thought, words slightly slurring from the wine, her hands started caressing her body. Pretty soon she was stroking her nipples protruding from her dress and slowly pushing the dress up as she slid farther down on the couch. Ellen did not know what to do; Sue was obviously lost in her own arousal and too drunk to care about what Ellen might think. She thought about getting up and stopping Sue before it got serious, but at the same time, her own inhibitions were lowered. Ellen let her eyes wander over Sue's body, taking in her firm tits, erect nipples and white panties now visible as the dress slowly crawled up. There was no mistaking it; Sue's panties were moist and clinging to her bald pussy, lips slightly open and visible as the fabric got more and more transparent. Her own nipples stiffened, and suddenly Ellen regretted not getting John's number or anything. She would have to find out what he studied, she had seen him around campus before. "Mmm, that feels nice..." Sue was tweaking her nipples firmly now, pinching and pulling at them as she bit her lip. Then she drew her dress down, her tits spilling out. "You don't mind, do you?" She asked Ellen. "I'm so fucking horny right now. If I don't get off, I'll never be able to sleep!" Ellen was shocked again. It was one thing to have Sue displaying herself like that, but masturbating while they were both in the room? Was she that brazen? Sue took Ellen's lack of an answer as approval and closed her eyes again, one hand gliding down her stomach to cup her pussy on top of the panties. "Oh fuck, I'm so wet you could float a boat down here," She mumbled, stroking her almost-exposed pussy lips on top of the fabric and moaning quietly to herself. What should she do? Ellen thought about getting up quietly and leaving Sue to her masturbation, but she just could not tear her eyes away. Her own pussy was reacting too; she could feel her panties start to dampen. As Sue slid the panties aside and slowly pushed a finger inside, Ellen could hear the squishing sound of wet pussy lips parting. She was rooted to the couch, unable to look away, and her own nipples demanded attention. An electrical current shot through her as she touched them through the dress. She could not have stopped herself, even she had wanted to now. As Sue was about to push her third finger into her pussy, her panties were in the way and she decided to get rid of them. Sitting up and sliding them down her legs, she looked over at Ellen. Ellen had her own tits out and was playing with her nipples as well. "Heh, I see you had some tension to take care of yourself?" Ellen blushed deeply; this was very much outside her comfort zone, but the situation and the inebriation had overruled her caution. It felt too good to stop now. Sue sat back down on the couch straight across from Ellen and spread her legs wide. Ellen now had a front row seat as Sue pushed three fingers into her pussy and brought them back up to her mouth, noisily slurping up the glistening pussy juices. "That's so nasty!" Ellen said, once again shocked at the display. "I know, but I taste so good!" Sue said with a grin, lips wet with her own juices. As she slowly licked her lips clean, she brought her hand down again and started rubbing her pussy in earnest. "Oh God, I needed that!" Sue had closed her eyes again, obviously set on getting the orgasm she had not gotten earlier. Ellen was frozen in indecision; she could not look away as Sue's fingers sawed in and out, but she was feeling embarrassed and aroused as well. Without thinking, her own hands had started rubbing her own panties as she looked on. She was dripping wet as well now, and as soon as her fingers flicked across her clit, something clicked in her brain; this was not wrong. In fact, it was pretty damn good! The race was on; both Ellen and Sue were plunging fingers into their pussies, wet noises competing against their moans in the otherwise silent room. As their moans got deeper and more frequent, it was obvious they were both close; but who would get there first? Sue had gotten a head start, but Ellen was pretty close herself, she probably had some pent up tension fueling her as well. Sue suddenly grunted; a deep guttural sound. Ellen opened her eyes to see what was going on. Sue had both hands on her crotch now, and while three fingers were deep in her pussy, she had her other thumb pushed halfway up her ass. "Aaaah! I'm cominnng!" Ellen watched as Sue's toes curled up and her muscles went taut, hands frozen except for the thumb that was slowly pushing farther into her ass. Like a musical instrument, Sue's moan modulated in time with her thumb, and by the time it was all the way in, she was close to wailing as her orgasm shook her. Ellen increased her own pace, feeling her own orgasm build as she listened to Sue. Thinking about what Sue had said, she brought her other hand down and coated a finger in her own juices. She brought it to her lips and felt the musky, pungent smell of her own sex. Sticking her tongue out to taste it, she at the same time splayed her pussy open, drawing the hood back to expose her clit even more. Sue watched her from across the room, eyes alternating between Ellen's exposed pussy and the finger hovering before her mouth. They both smiled and Ellen licked her finger. Her other hand focused on her exposed clit. As the taste of her own juices registered in her brain, the dam broke and her world grew white as the orgasm grew and multiplied. Ellen leaned back in the pool and smiled as she remembered. She had broken some barriers that night, and she could not deny the arousal she had felt when seeing Sue masturbate. Perhaps she was not as straight as she had always thought? That would explain some of her attraction to Veronica as well, but her mind was still struggling to comprehend it. The memory of that first mutual masturbation had, however, gotten her juices flowing again. Acting on it was not an option due to the exposed nature of the pool, but her body did not care about that; her nipples were like rocks, clearly visible through the swimsuit. Ellen was almost surprised not to see steam rising from the pool as her pussy radiated heat like a furnace. John and Ellen Ch. 01: Veronica She heard the door to the sauna open as Veronica apparently got out. Ellen decided to just sit tight and wait for her to leave before getting up herself; that way she would not have to talk to her. She had some thinking to do before dealing with her. Steps sounded behind her and suddenly stopped. "I knew I'd seen that bag before!" Ellen froze, unsure what to do. Veronica had obviously spotted the bag and remembered it; not very strange, considering the striking pattern making it such an obvious choice for the hidden camera. What should she do? Before Ellen could respond or act, she felt a hot breath on the side of her neck; long strands of brown hair caressed her shoulder and arm as Veronica leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "Nice job on hiding the lens, I can hardly see it anymore. I only knew what to look for because I recognized the bag." Ellen felt a shiver run down her spine as Veronica leaned in and bit her earlobe before trailing her tongue down Ellen's neck. "Enjoy the show with John!" She said with a mischievous grin and left before Ellen could gather her wits enough to respond. ***** Later that evening, Ellen was preparing for the movie premiere; she had put on a subtle layer of make-up, dressed in her favorite negligee and added a dab of the perfume John liked best. Her body was still tingling from when Veronica had licked her neck; she had not really stopped being aroused at all, just kept it at bay until she could get relief from John's cock. As she came into the living room carrying the camera, John was sitting on the couch, his cock already making a bulge in his slacks. Ellen considered fucking him right away, instead enjoying the movie after, but decided against it; she would let the tension build even more first. "I see you're ready for the show," She commented. "I have something special for you tonight. I'm quite pleased with the movie; I think I got some great shots today." "I wasn't sure you'd actually go through with it, but I'm looking forward to seeing it! Was it exciting when you were filming?" "Yes, a lot more than I'd thought it would be. At first I was very nervous, but after a while I got quite excited. I was actually very horny by the end." "Looks like you're horny now as well, or is the light playing tricks with my mind? Your pussy looks puffy and moist already!" "Oh, I never stopped being horny, really. Something happened today, and we need to talk about it... But not until after the movie!" Without waiting for him to reply, she turned around and got on her knees to plug in the cable from the camera to the TV. As she bent forward to find the cable on the floor, her negligee slid up, exposing her ass and pussy to John. Any comment he might have had, died on his lips as her two holes were exposed; one puckered and closed, the other spread out and dripping wet. She felt a slight trickle of juices down the inside of her thigh; she was literally dripping wet. "Mmm, can't wait to taste that!" John said. "You're really getting into this, aren't you?" Ellen was fumbling a bit with the cable, hands shaking a little as she heard John get up from the couch behind her. He stopped behind her, and as he whispered in her ear, "I just couldn't wait..." he slowly pushed two fingers into her pussy from behind, bending them down and putting pressure on her swollen g-spot. Ellen's body went rigid as if he had pushed her over a cliff, tumbling down towards an orgasm almost immediately. As he drew his fingers out she could feel his nails gently scraping along the inside of her. Before she had time to recover, he plunged in again. This time, however, one of the fingers, slick with her juices, plunged right into her ass, sliding straight past her sphincter and deep into her. She hit the bottom of the slope, and a tiny, but intense, orgasm rippled through her. More juice flowed from her pussy, dripping onto the carpet. "That was quick..." John said as she finished shaking and moaning. "You sure are hot and ready to go, what on earth happened at the gym today?" "You... You'll... have to wait..." Ellen said with a shaky voice, her mind recovering from the orgasm. John's fingers were still buried inside her, wiggling around and causing small aftershocks to pulse through her body. "You will have to wait, you dirty man. Now go sit down and enjoy the movie, we can talk more after!" She fixed him with a mock glare, only slightly ruined by her eyes closing halfway in pleasure as he slowly withdrew his fingers, making a show of licking her juices off of the one from her pussy. "Okay, whatever you say. You're the boss, today..." He said with a smile playing on his lips. Where there had only been a bulge before, his cock now tented his slacks, a wet spot forming as his precum seeped through the fabric. Ellen got the film rolling and sat down beside him, both focused on the images on the screen. She could not resist teasing John a bit to get back at him, and started stroking his thigh, making sure not to touch his bulge, but getting closer and closer. John was no better, pulling at the fabric of her negligee, causing it to glide across her nipples, the not quite smooth texture stimulating them to no end. As the first chaotic images of her gathering her stuff wore off, they got a nice view of the interior of the dressing room. A few women were scattered around in various states of undress. Some were getting dressed, while others were undressing, revealing their assets as their clothes hit the floor. John felt his cock pulse. He knew this was only the beginning. When Ellen entered the showers, he immediately leaned forward to get a closer look. The curvaceous blonde filled the screen, her hands slowly soaping up her hair as the water flowed down her body. They were both admiring the detail and frame of the film as she started soaping up her body, clearly seeing how she no doubt played with her nipples. As the water rinsed off the soap, the high-definition image left no doubt her nipples had hardened. This was the part Ellen was anticipating the most; she had turned around while filming and had no idea what the camera had caught. The blonde continued soaping up her middle and lower body, giving them both a very nice view of her tits. Then she bent forward to apply the soap to her thighs. Having done the legs, she steadied herself against the wall and lifted one foot up to soap it. As she did this, her pussy got stretched out, the detailed image showing her inner lips and hood clearly as she stood there. Ellen let her hand finally connect with John's straining cock, his groan telling her he had been waiting for it. As they were seeing the same scene play out again when the blonde washed her other foot, she gently scraped his cockhead through the fabric, causing it to twitch beneath her fingers. The blonde rinsed the soap off of her body, turning around full circle to get it all off, showing them all of her ample curves and the rather large, but firm, ass. John figured he should not comment on the way her ass looked, and how much he would have liked to feel it, both inside and out. This was still something new for them, and he figured he would have to gauge Ellen's reaction before commenting on their unwitting movie stars' appearances. It was more than enough that his cock responded as it did for now. When the blonde was done rinsing off the soap, she cast a quick glance around. Ellen suddenly got worried the camera had been spotted, but her gaze slid right across it, not showing any kind of reaction. However, when she had completed her look around the shower, she quickly grasped her left tit and squeezed her nipple; quite roughly, judging from her slight wince. Her other hand slid down her stomach, one finger gliding over her clit before it plunged in between her lips, deep inside her. Both Ellen and John gaped at the display; as her finger slipped inside, they could clearly see the blonde's pussy lips rippling as she played with herself. Ellen recovered quicker than John and used the distraction to slip her hand under his slacks, grasping his cock firmly. "Oh, you dirty girl..." It was not obvious if the comment was meant for her or the blonde, but both seemed likely, Ellen thought. As the video rolled on to show the blonde bending forward as she had seen herself, Ellen focused on John's cock in her hand instead. She let her fingers encircle the head, spreading his precum out across it and swirling it around. Just as the blonde bent forward a little more, exposing her puckered asshole, Ellen scraped a nail gently along the underside of his cockhead. John leaned back and hissed as she did it, even more precum pumping out into her hand. Ellen got on her knees in front of him and pulled his slacks down. Once his cock was out in the open, she quickly bent forward and plunged her mouth down on it, just as she had imagined earlier. She had had enough waiting, she wanted to taste him. She licked and bit playfully all over his shaft and balls as John watched the movie. He grinned at her as the movie showed Ellen's own little show, before focusing on the raven-haired young woman. Even though she wanted to see the movie, Ellen was craving John's cum. She wanted to get fucked properly after, and unless she got him off quickly, he would not have time to recover enough to fuck her before the movie was done. Gripping his cock at the base, she started sucking him in earnest; her lips and tongue covering all of his cock, up and down. Taking a quick look at the screen, she saw the young woman shaving her pubes, drawing her lips out in the process, giving them a clear view of the inner folds of her pussy. She turned back to the work at hand and increased the speed, sucking on his head as she jacked him, the other hand cradling and massaging his balls. Soon John was panting on the couch, head back, the screen forgotten. She recognized the signs and knew he was close. Ellen focused the tip of her tongue on the sensitive underside of his cockhead, pushing the little vein there back and forth. In no time at all, John went taut as a spring beneath her, his warm cum hitting the roof of her mouth. As he relaxed and slid down on the couch, she sucked and pumped his cock, getting a few more drops out of it. Sitting back on her knees, she smiled and opened her mouth to show him the sticky cum, rolling it around a bit before swallowing it noisily. "You're amazing..." He said, "You've done great with the movie, the camera is pointed right at her." They both admired the backside portrayed on the screen, black hair dripping water down on a milky white, tight little ass. "And the resolution... You can see every little detail as if she was right here with us!" Ellen had to agree; she knew the camera was very good, but these images seemed even better with the bright lights from the shower. She was quite pleased with herself, apparently she a knack for this, and the fact that the women she filmed were good looking helped as well. "Well, I'll admit I am quite pleased with myself, but I really think this next bit will be interesting as well..." She hinted. "But first, you need to take care of your wife." With that, she leaned back on the couch, head away from John, and slung her right leg over the back, spreading her legs for him provocatively. He got her meaning, and even though his cock was limp from her recent blowjob, he still had his tongue and ten able fingers. Purring softly to herself, Ellen played with her nipples as John got to work on her pussy with his tongue; his two-day stubble tickling and scraping the insides of her thighs as he licked her pussy and ass from top to bottom. His fingers pinched and probed every nook and cranny, and soon Ellen felt her body tense as an orgasm approached. On the screen, the camera was giving a tour of the showers as Ellen made her way towards the spa. Ellen was anticipating, and dreading, the coming scene, where Veronica would appear. Before she could dwell on it any more, though, John pushed his second finger into her ass as he bit her swollen clit slightly, causing a chain reaction in her body. Spots appeared before her eyes. Her stomach was on fire and her breath caught as she moaned wordlessly. The orgasm seemed to go on forever. Through it all, she felt John's fingers curling inside her ass, pressing up as he squashed her clit between his lips. Tremors shook her like waves endlessly crashing on a sandy shore. Her mind almost blacked out from the intensity of it and she felt herself drifting off. Ellen saw herself on that sandy shore, laying back in the sand as John straddled her and plunged his cock into her. He was fucking her, thrusts in perfect time with the rhythm of her orgasmic aftershocks. Then, all of a sudden, her vision darkened and she was looking up at a pair of long, tan legs above her. The legs centered on a neatly trimmed pussy that was slowly coming closer to her face. "Don't you want to taste me, Ellen?" Veronica said, and before Ellen could react, her mouth was covered by the swollen pussy. Almost on instinct, Ellen opened her lips, feeling them glide along Veronica's lips before her tongue plunged deep inside the folds her pussy. Another, massive, orgasm rippled through her as her mind reeled from the images. Snapping back to reality, Ellen was confused; where on earth had that come from? Looking down, she could understand the orgasm; John was trying to push his tongue inside her ass as his thumb pressed down on her clit. Looking at the screen, she saw Veronica entering the sauna. That was probably where the image had come from; she had obviously seen her on the screen even though her mind was elsewhere, but why had she imagined licking her pussy? Ellen put a hand to his forehead to signal he should stop, though not ungently, just informing him she needed a break. And she did need a break, both to allow her body to come down from the orgasmic high, and for her mind to examine her recent vision. Was her subconscious mind trying to tell her something? First, the remembered encounter with Sue all those years ago, and now this. She was definitely aroused by it, that was not in question; but was it something she should act on? Would sex with another woman perhaps give her sensations she had never felt before? Ellen was temporarily lost in her own thoughts, but a sudden stillness caught her attention; John was looking at the screen with a strange expression on his face. On the screen, Ellen was exiting the sauna, walking towards the camera. "Oh, right, I forgot to mention that I met Veronica at the spa," She said with forced casualness. John looked frozen in indecision beside her. He looked torn between emotions; on the one hand, his body obviously reacted to seeing her on the screen, but on the other hand this was a mine field of potential disasters waiting to happen. Ellen had forgiven him, and he knew it, but this was still a test of sorts, their reactions unchartered territory as of yet. "Mmm, so... Did you talk to her?" John asked cautiously, a nervous tremor to his voice. "A little, but not very much, I was a bit shaken up by actually meeting her in person." "So what did you talk about?" He asked, dreading the answer, sure something bad was coming. "Oh, you know, girls' stuff and such. She saw me playing with my nipples and commented on it, nothing important, really..." John's head snapped around, his eyes meeting hers. He noticed the grin on her lips and smiled himself, a predatory look in his eyes. "So you were playing with yourself in the sauna? Oh my, I've created a monster..." His cock moved and grew as he looked at her, his eyes a mixture of surprise, lust and a dozen other emotions mixed in. Ellen, on the other hand, felt a strange calmness of mind; she actually was not bothered by it any more. So, she had met Veronica, the woman John had fucked. And while she had gotten angry right away, she now only felt a twinge of attraction towards her instead. Having experienced Veronica's raw sensuality in person, she had, apparently, decided to let it all go. John really could not be blamed, at least not too much, for his actions. He seemed to sense her shift in attitude and leaned towards her, his eyes glued to her still-swollen pussy. "Hold on there a minute, cowboy. I need a break, and I want to see what she did in there, my back was turned." John backed off, reluctantly, as Ellen got her leg down from the back of the couch. They settled in to watch the movie. Ellen leaned her head on his shoulder, one hand idly stroking his cock back to hardness. On screen, Veronica could be seen lying back on the bench not doing much. Her form was still worth the look, though, and as her perspiration soaked through the swimsuit, it became more and more transparent. By the time they could clearly make out the different hues of her nether lips, John was back to his previous state; cock throbbing and leaking precum under her hand. Ellen bent down and gently licked the head clean before sliding out of the couch, getting on all fours in front him. Wiggling her ass seductively at him, she looked back at him with an eyebrow raised, as if asking what he was waiting for. John got the hint and got on his knees behind her. Ellen turned around to look at the screen again, and just as her eyes focused on the image of Veronica's almost visible pussy, he pushed inside her in one, drawn out motion. "Ooh, that feels great! Not quite what I had in mind, though..." Ellen reached back and spread her cheeks with one hand, baring her puckered opening at him, making sure he understood just what she meant. "Don't worry, I just need to lube up first, you don't want me going in dry, do you?" Reaching down, he slowly pressed his thumb into her ass as the other hand held her hip, giving him good leverage as he pounded her from behind. Veronica, on the other hand, was sitting up, looking around with a suspicious look. She focused briefly at their bag with the hidden camera, and as a repetition of John's previous video, she decided to put on a small show for the hidden camera she apparently had spotted. Scooting forward on the bench, getting closer to the camera, she drew her knees up and spread them out slightly. Just as Ellen felt John's cock press against her ass, they both saw Veronica slide a finger under her swimsuit and caress her protruding lips. John, only part of his mind focused on his wife in front of him, pushed his cock slowly into Ellen's ass. He took her sharp intake of air as a sign of her pleasure, rather than the slight unpleasantness of his intrusion it actually was. Ellen considered telling him to stop and go slower, but pleasure soon overcame pain. The pain did not feel all that bad either; it certainly made her tingle a little in all the right spots. Pretty soon he was building up a steady rhythm, his balls slapping her pussy every now and then when he thrust a bit harder. They were both watching as Veronica masturbated on the screen, and by the time they saw her chest start to heave, all three of them were close to the finish. Ellen pinched her nipple roughly, noticing the slightly strange sensation of mixed pain and pleasure. She started tightening on John's cock as he drew out, milking his cock with every stroke and speeding up his orgasm. Veronica decided to end her little show by stuffing three fingers into her now completely bared pussy, and Ellen copied her. She marveled at the feeling of John's cock moving inside her along with her fingers. She could feel the ridge of his cockhead gliding along them through the skin inside. John obviously felt her touch as well, and right away he was grunting just like he usually did right before coming. Ellen increased the pace of her fingers sawing in and out, pushing down on her clit as well. Veronica had reached her climax on the screen; her hand froze between her legs as her thighs squeezed shut. Her whole body was rocking silently on the bench, seen through the glass doors. Ellen clamped down on her clit and squashed it brutally just as John roared out his orgasm. He ripped his cock out, the sudden vacuum pushing Ellen over the edge as well. As she slid forward, unable to hold her body up, hot, sticky cum rained down on her back and ass. John and Ellen Ch. 01: Veronica ***** A few days later, Ellen was sitting at Sue's kitchen table, idly toying with the half empty wine glass in front of her. It was not her first by a long shot, but the accompanying dinner they had shared blunted the alcohol's effect on her. She was looking forward to the coffee Sue was making, though. "So, she actually licked your neck and said that?" Sue asked. Ellen had needed to talk to someone, and unsure if John was the best choice, Sue was the obvious answer. They had decided to spend Friday evening cooking dinner, drinking wine and talking. "Well, what did you do?" She wanted to know. "Nothing, really. I got caught completely off guard. I didn't know what to do or say, so I sat still and said nothing..." "Aaaw, what a shame! If she really is that good-looking, I wouldn't mind getting a closer look!" "Sue! What are you saying!?" Ellen's surprise and mock indignation only somewhat ruined by the color rising in her cheeks. She knew Sue was prone to swing both ways. Even though she considered herself straight, she had been with several women over the years they had known each other. Having never married, Sue took full advantage of her single status, sometimes coming off as slightly cheap and slutty. Ellen knew better though; Sue was quite picky in her choices and did not get intimate with anyone without good reason. Her quite active libido was giving her plenty of reasons, though... Sue saw straight through Ellen's display, and turning around, she focused on Ellen. "You know perfectly well what I'm saying. If a woman that hot had come on to me, I'd rip my clothes off and do her right then and there. And even if your voice says different, your nips tell the truth, dear..." Ellen's inebriated mind had not caught the signs, but Sue was right; her nipples were clearly visible through her blouse. "Umm... Ah, well... It's not as though I didn't feel anything," Ellen trailed off as Sue approached with the coffee. She sat down opposite her and pushed one cup across the table. Sue gave her an unreadable look as she raised her own cup to her lips. "Two sugars, no milk, just as ordered." Ellen blinked at the sudden change of topic, but she had a nagging feeling that Sue was up to something. She took her own cup and sipped it slightly, deciding it was still a bit too hot. Toying idly with the folded napkin from dinner, she looked around the room for something to say, the silence not exactly uncomfortable as Sue kept looking right at her. "Did you want her to do more to you?" Sue decided to break the ice, her tone indicating she knew the answer already. "No... Yes... I don't know, really. It was definitely hot, and I felt something, but at the same time it felt wrong. And I mean, we were right there in the middle of the room, someone could come in at any moment." "So if you were somewhere private, you would have let her, you mean? Maybe you wanted to do something to her, instead?" Ellen had no answer for that. Would she? Could she? She tried looking inward to examine her thoughts and feelings about it. She had not really entertained the idea of actually doing anything to Veronica. Up until now she had just been reacting to her, not acting of her own choice. She brought her cup up for a drink as she focused inward. Just as the coffee washed over her tongue, saturating her senses, she felt Sue's foot touching hers under the table. "You didn't answer my question. Would you have done something to her if you were somewhere more private? Like someone's living room?" She stroked Ellen's leg with her foot as she said it, slowly moving up towards her knee. Ellen struggled to comprehend the situation. Was Sue coming on to her? On the one hand, she wanted her to stop, but on the other, she wanted her to continue and see where it led. She was doing it again, she realized; just reacting to others, rather than taking action herself. So what if Sue was hitting on her, making the innuendo that much clearer by sliding her foot in between Ellen's knees. She thought about it, and she had felt a definite tingling when Veronica bit her earlobe. Maybe it was time she tried something new? Would she enjoy being with a woman? Sue would be an obvious choice if so; Ellen trusted her implicitly. That she was an attractive woman did not hurt either. Her lowered inhibitions helped her make up her mind; she was done simply reacting, it was time to act and see where it led her. Fixing Sue's eyes with her own, Ellen reached down and took hold of the foot now intruding between her thighs. Sue raised an eyebrow at her, as if silently asking what Ellen was going to do now. Ellen bit her lower lip slightly as she guided Sue's foot farther in between her thighs, urging her onwards. Sue smiled a slow, seductive smile and slid forward in her chair to be able to reach Ellen's damp panties with her foot. Ellen closed her eyes and leaned back a bit, focusing entirely on the feeling of Sue's toes wiggling along the insides of her thighs. Just before her toes were about to reach their goal, Sue found she had no more leverage. Sliding forward just a little bit more; her lowered coordination finally got the better of her. Arms flailing, she slid off the chair, her ass slapping down on the floor underneath the table as the back of her head hit the chair. "Ow! That hurt!" Sue was sitting in a heap on the floor and rubbing the back of her head. Ellen quickly went to her and tried to get her standing. "Looks like you took a blow to the head. Let's get you over to the couch so I can take a look at it." Ellen grabbed one of her arms and helped her up, supporting Sue's shoulder with her own. This put Ellen's face right next to Sue's tits, her nipples plainly visible. Reaching around to support her, Ellen brushed the other tit, almost without intending to, as Sue stumbled towards the couch. Slumping down, Sue spread her legs to balance herself. Ellen was unable to look away as she was treated to a glimpse up her skirt. Sue's skimpy thong had gotten drawn up and was now nestled between a pair of puffy lips, her excitement obvious. Ellen licked her lips; she wanted to touch it, feel what it was like to touch another woman's pussy. At the same time she was worried Sue had injured herself when she fell down. She sat down between Sue's spread thighs and grabbed her head, tilting it forward. "Let me have a look at that. You hit your head pretty hard, how do you feel? Are you dizzy? Nauseous?" "Nooo... I feel fine..." Sue slurred slightly. Ellen could not see any obvious damage and thought the slurring probably was the wine talking more than anything else. "I like the view, though..." Ellen caught Sue looking straight down her cleavage, her hands gripping Ellen's hips. "Wouldn't mind getting a closer look at those," She said teasingly as her hands slid up Ellen's sides. Deciding her friend was doing fine, Ellen tilted Sue's head back, looking her in the eyes. Their mouths only a few centimeters apart, Ellen felt her hot breath on her face. "You wouldn't, would you?" They stayed like that, staring at each other for a few seconds, Sue's hands slowly crawling towards Ellen's tits. Without thinking it through too much, Ellen drew Sue's head in and their lips met. It was more than a quick kiss, but not really erotic in itself. Their lips brushed and Ellen felt the tips of Sue's tongue trace her own lips briefly. They held still for a few seconds before Ellen slowly drew back again, looking Sue in the eyes the whole time. "So, how was it?" Sue asked, desire and lust evident on her face. Ellen smiled and licked her lips. "I think I could get used to it..." This time, Sue took the initiative and moved in for a deeper kiss, lips parted slightly as she licked Ellen's lips, pushing her back in the process. Ellen decided to go with the flow and let herself be pushed back. Soon she was lying on the couch, Sue gently kissing her jaw before sucking in an earlobe and nibbling on it. As Sue continued kissing her way down past the collarbone, Ellen closed her eyes and simply enjoyed the feeling. She heard the buttons of her blouse open and felt a breath of hot air across the tops of her tits. Sue continued kissing her tits along the edge of her bra, one of the nipples almost peeking out, the areola knobbed and visible. Ellen did not trust her own voice to be steady, so instead she just reached out and grabbed Sue's hair, steering her mouth towards the almost exposed nipple. Sue took the hint and licked it before blowing on it gently. The hot and cold sensation sent spikes of pleasure down Ellen's spine. She sat up and removed the blouse before reaching back and opening her bra, giving Sue free reign of her tits. "I've wanted to taste these for ages," Sue said as her lips closed in on Ellen's right nipple. "Mmm, just like raspberries. I wonder if they both taste the same." Sue followed up on her words and was soon giving both of Ellen's nipples all of her attention. Meanwhile, Ellen let her hands explore Sue's body; gently cupping her full breasts and feeling the weight of them. She stroked her back and hips before reaching back and kneading Sue's ass through the skirt. Sue was purring with pleasure, both at the nipples in her mouth, as well as the hands on her ass. Ellen slowly opened the zipper down the back of Sue's dress, pushing it down in a pile at her bent knees. Admiring the slope of Sue's ass before her, she grabbed the flimsy fabric of her thong and tugged on it, burying it even deeper into her pussy. A low growl vibrated through Ellen's chest as Sue responded to the thong grinding her clit and inner lips. They were both lost in the heat of the moment now, Ellen more so than Sue, and they quickly shed the rest of their clothes before lying down again. Ellen was leaning back; legs spread wide with Sue's knees keeping them there. Reaching out, Ellen slowly caressed Sue's tits, twirling her nipples, one in each hand. With a wicked grin she twisted first one, then the other, amused by Sue's intake of breath and wince. "Ooh, so you wanna play rough, eh?" Sue dove in and promptly bit Ellen's nipple, causing another intake of breath, though less of a wince from Ellen. Gliding up, Sue was soon smothering Ellen's face with kisses again, all four of their hands exploring and groping as they kissed. Sue groaned again as Ellen found her sopping wet slit, fingers meeting no resistance as they slid past inner and outer lips to the tunnel inside. Not wanting to be any worse, Sue pushed two fingers into Ellen as well. The only sounds in the room was of panting, moaning and slurping as fingers delved and thrust into the two wet pussies. Suddenly, Sue sat up and withdrew her hand, bringing it to her mouth and tasting the copious juices before stuffing her fingers into her mouth. Ellen followed suit and tasted Sue off of her own fingers, noticing the familiar, yet different taste from her own. "I'm going to taste you for real now, are you sure this is what you want?" Ellen looked at Sue and gave a small nod. She was apprehensive, but her mind was set; she wanted this, even if it was only this once. This was her chance to find out, and so far she had enjoyed every minute of it. Sue grabbed her hips and started kissing her belly button, slowly going lower and lower. Ellen closed her eyes and let her hands rest on the back of Sue's head. She did not push or pull, just keeping them still to let Sue know it was all right. As Sue's kisses got closer to her pussy, Ellen cracked her eyes open and saw Sue looking up at her. As their eyes met, Sue's tongue slid across Ellen's clit and pleasure exploded in her every pore. ***** Ellen was sweating again. This time, the camera had nothing to do with it; it was in her locker upstairs. The sweating this time was purely from the physical exertion of the step-machine she had been working out on for the past half hour. Her tank top and yoga pants were damp from the sweat all over, the seam in her pants burrowed between her pussy lips. The dampness there was more than just sweat, though; she could feel the eyes of the man behind her boring into her ass. She turned and flashed him a quick grin. John smiled back and licked his lips appreciatively. Turning around, she again focused on the other object of her arousal; Veronica was using the step machine in front of her. They had finally found the time to go to the gym together, and Ellen and John had decided to make the most of it. The camera would be joining Ellen in the showers first, and then meeting them in the spa, before following John back to his shower. At first, John had been a bit reluctant to film the men showering, but Ellen had quickly pointed out the logical fallacy of it; she had filmed the girls for him, and now she wanted to see the men. He could not argue against that, and agreed, if reluctantly. They had planned to stay close, but not actually working out together. John was more interested in lifting weights, while Ellen preferred to do yoga and Pilates-exercises on the mats. Warming up did provide them with a nice opportunity to be close, though, and when John went for the rowing machine, Ellen grabbed the step machine directly in front of him. She had been giving him a bit of a show without being too obvious about it, just bending over a bit more and longer than necessary and such. John still got more than an eyeful as he tried to concentrate on his rowing. Ellen could hear from the swishing rhythm of the machine that he did not succeed completely, it grew more and more uneven as she teased him. She once caught him looking around guiltily as he adjusted his shorts, his growing erection becoming visible. Ellen smiled to herself and reveled in the attention; she enjoyed him looking at her like that, and the prospect of being caught teasing by someone else excited to her as well. Ten minutes into their warm-up, Ellen looked around the room, noticing the other people working out there. She did not stare, but a few of the men jogging on the treadmill were quite good-looking, and even though she felt no need to act upon it, she still enjoyed watching their legs ripple with muscle as they ran. Not quite feeling guilty, she let her eyes wander more and noticed a flash of color off to the side. Veronica entered the room in a bright green tank top and black-and-red spandex shorts. Ellen felt a definite tingle in her stomach, a combination of desire and apprehension. Butterflies were swarming in her stomach, giving off small shocks of static as they flew around. Her eyes were glued to Veronica's form as she slowly walked into the room, looking around as if still deciding what to start off with. As Veronica's eyes met Ellen's, they both froze for a millisecond, as if unsure what to do. A slow smile spread on Veronica's lips and she turned towards the step machine in front of Ellen. Coming closer, her steps faltered a bit again as she saw John, but Ellen decided to encourage her and mirrored her smile in a disarming way. A slight question was obvious on Veronica's face as she approached, but when John also copied the smile, she realized all was good. Settling in on the machine in front of Ellen, both Ellen and John let their eyes roam her backside, from shapely legs, across toned ass up to the cascading brown locks of hair down her back. At first, Veronica appeared to only be doing a normal warm-up, though the muscles playing across her skin were more than enough of a show. Ellen did not notice at first, but Veronica's steps got higher and higher, showing off her ass and leg muscles more and more. She had, apparently, turned up the height of the steps on the machine, either to get higher resistance to her work out, or, more likely, to better show off her ass and legs to them. Ellen was quite convinced the latter was the reason. A quick grin from Veronica made it all the more obvious to them both. This had continued for a little while; Ellen teased John, and Veronica teased them both. Poor John was probably bursting in his shorts, Ellen thought with a smile as she bent down to get her water flask. Bending over, she felt the seam burrow even deeper, giving John a clear view of her outlined pussy lips. She turned off her machine and walked back to him, swaying her hips and licking seductively at the top of her bottle as she approached. John's eyes swiveled between Ellen and Veronica, sweat forming rivulets down his face and neck. Ellen bent down to give him a quick peck on the cheek, letting her hand rest dangerously close to his raging erection as she leaned in. Licking up a few drops of his sweat, she savored the salty, musky taste of him. "You know, I think she's teasing us on purpose over there," Ellen whispered to him. John nodded in agreement as they both admired her toned legs and firm ass. "Let's play a bit with her as well, it could be fun!" John shot her a confused look, not quite daring to hope she was serious, but anticipating it as well. He could not quite get her change in attitude towards Veronica, but something had happened to his beloved wife. He would have to ask her what caused this change at some point. "I'm gonna go do my stretches, Honey. Are you coming too?" Ellen spoke loudly as she passed Veronica on her way towards the mats around the corner. As she waited for him to respond, she fixed Veronica with a smoldering stare, letting her eyes roam down her body, smirking when she saw the outline of nipples denting the green top. Ellen looked back up and met Veronica's eyes, raising an eyebrow and licking her lips suggestively. "Sure, I'll be there in a sec!" John called back. Ellen's smile deepened as she turned, giving her ass a slight wiggle for Veronica's eyes. Walking around the corner, she chose a mat from the wall and settled in the far corner, away from all the machines and prying eyes. To her right were the doors to a couple of group rooms, both closed. They were occupied, judging from the booming aerobic music she felt rather than heard. Settling down, she started stretching her legs, enjoying the feeling of her tight clothing rubbing her various sensitive spots. As her head came up from a leg stretch, she saw John approaching with a mat of his own. "Did she look like she was following?" Ellen asked. "I'm not sure, but I think so. I held my towel in front of me to hide this," He said, showing her the impressive bulge in his shorts. "But when I passed her, I lifted it slightly, pretending to wipe my face. I think she must have seen me, because her eyes were glued to my crotch when I looked." They both shared a quiet laugh at Veronica's expense. "So what do we do if she decides to join us? What's going to happen?" He asked. "I don't know, why should anything happen? We're just playing a little. Why, did you have anything in mind?" An innocent smile on her lips, Ellen softly stroked his cock outside the shorts, hidden from the rest of the room as they were. John groaned quietly with pleasure and frustration, but did not know what to say. How could he explain that he wanted to have them both? At the same time preferably. Sure, Ellen seemed to have had a change of heart, but this was something they had not even talked about; a threesome with another woman. Was this a test of sorts, or was she really implying she wanted something to happen? "Well, you were the one to suggest we tease her back. Do YOU want something to happen?" John countered, playing the question right back to her. "Maybe... She sure is good looking, and we know she probably would be willing. How would you feel? Honestly." John felt as if he had entered a mine field, any answer potentially disastrous. He did get the feeling that Ellen was serious, but dared he ask her directly? Could he tell her, yes, he wanted to have sex with them both at the same time? Opting for a safer way out, he leaned in to her and spoke softly, for her ears only.