Gina Ch 02

"Scott, do you remember when we watched 'Henry and June'?"

Gina's question was as unexpected as it was oddly-timed.

"I'll never forget it," I replied, my mind flashing back to the night we watched the film for the first time. It was based on the erotic journals and real-life experiences of the famous writer Anais Nin and focused on her love affair with writer Henry Miller and his wife June Miller. "Well Scott, I think I've found my Henry and my June," Gina responded.

As soon as these words left her lips, I felt her fingers reaching for my cock once again. She tickled it with her hot tongue for just a moment before closing her mouth around my throbbing flesh. I was overcome with lust as I watched her taking such great efforts to bring me pleasure. I wanted to slip my fingertips inside her panties again--to return the pleasure.

"Oooooh god, you're good," I sighed as she drew me deeper into her warm mouth.

Just as I started to drift off into another reality, I remembered that we were within a few feet of my floor-to-ceiling windows with their open blinds. I wondered if she was aware that someone would easily be able to see what we were doing. I was conditioned by years of taking proper steps to insure her sense of security whenever we made love. Often in the past she'd wanted to keep the lights off and the blinds closed before she took off a stitch of clothing.

"Do you want me to close the blinds?" I asked.

"No, leave them open," she purred. "I don't care if anyone can see."

This was indeed a new side of Gina I'd never had the joy of discovering...

It was so deliciously wicked to watch her movements, to feel her lips exploring my body once again. How many times had we done this before? Hundreds, maybe thousands (who kept count?). But never, never before was it so sensual, so delightful. It had always seemed rushed in the past.

There I lay, naked to the world, in full view of anyone who might be walking across the parking lot outside, or anyone who might be looking outside their window. My apartment was on the second floor of a high-rise building, across from another multi-story apartment building. With only the dim chandelier glowing overhead, the lighting in my room was soft, almost surreal. But it offered plenty of reflection of the movements in my room, should anyone happen to watch.

As the music changed from the soft jazzy sounds of Sade to a classical recording, I felt a noticeable shift in my own mood. The sensuous sounds of the violins carried me to a higher plane, setting my spirit free. It felt so nice to turn myself over to Gina's attentions, letting her do anything at all with me.

I wanted others to see us. With Gina, I always wanted the inhibitions to melt away. In my fantasies, she was someone who totally loved her body and all the pleasures it could bring her and others. I never placed a value-judgment on the fact that she liked having sex with others before we met. Heck, that's what had turned me on about her so much. That was one of the ingredients in our emotional stew. I knew that she liked it. And that's why it was difficult, during those many years of marriage to see her suppressing that natural instinct that I knew was still somewhere underneath her layers of self-protection...

Out of half-closed eyes I watched Gina's movements. She was crouching over me now, leaning forward, her legs straddling my ankles. Naked except for those tiny black panties. I reached out to caress the tips of her breasts, her nipples positively begging for attention.

"Oh yes, that's good," she sighed as I teasingly rubbed her nipples between my fingers. "You always did that so good."

I knew this was going to make her even hotter for me, hotter than ever.

"I always loved your body, even when you didn't," I encouraged.

"I know," Gina sighed, somewhat apologetically.

I lay there and watched her as if I were not part of the scene--as if the me that was participating in this scene and the me observing it were two separate people. I tried to imagine who her new lover was. Had I ever met him? What did they do together? How did they meet? What was his name?

I wondered what kinds of things she'd been discovering from her newest lovers. I wished I could secretly watch her with these other people. I wanted to watch what she did with them, what they did with her. I wanted to hear her words, her sighs, her moans, her pleadings. I wanted to watch her letting go, giving herself over to the pleasure her lover was sharing with her. What would it look like to see her in the arms of another man? What had it been like for her today, before she came to see me? What had she done with this man, how did it feel, what were her thoughts, her words? How had she dressed today before she met him? Could it be that this outfit she wore for me was the same one she'd put on for him? Did he know she was now here with me?

An image flashed through my mind, of Gina lying flat upon her back, a tall ruggedly handsome man lying between her outstretched thighs. I pictured her in my mind's eye and saw their bodies merging. Her hands were stroking his ass cheeks as he thrust hard into her depths, over and over and over again. I could almost sense the joy she must have felt today before he flooded her body with his warm juices.

I imagined that moment of ecstatic release when his juices first entered her. What was she thinking as she held onto him and let him fill her? I wished that I could have seen her at that moment. And then in another second, I tried to imagine what it felt like to be him, in his moment of joyful connection with her. Was this the first time they'd ever been together?

"Did you like fucking him?" I heard myself ask, betraying the questioning state of my mind.

"Yes, I loved it," she said matter-of-factly, with just a hint of a Cheshire Cat grin crossing her face.

Then she returned to licking me, slowly moving her lips upward from my cock toward my stomach. I felt her hardened nipples tickling across my stomach. As she moved up to kiss me again, I slipped my right hand down the back of her silky panties.

"Why don't you take these off and let me feel you?" I suggested.

My fingers slid around to the front inside of her panties, seeking the firm bud of her clitoris. It was like a tiny pleasure button hidden underneath that rich forest of curls that protected it. I wanted to search inside that forest and find what I'd been missing all these months we'd been apart.

"Ohhh, god," she began. "Don't stop, Scott. Don't stop. It's so goooood."

Her sighs of contentment were a sweet symphony to my ears. My fingers eased themselves inside of her, finding her overflowing nectar again. I wanted to feel this new sensation of her body with another man's juices filling her. I didn't know why. But I'd never known the feeling of actually being with her after she'd been with another lover and this sensation, this thought, was making me feel incredibly aroused. I wanted to feel what it was like to be inside her again, deep inside her.

"Take these off," I insisted, urging her to stand up so that I could remove her panties.

As Gina stood up facing me, her back to the window, I momentarily noticed that someone was watching her--us--from an apartment window across the courtyard. I wondered if Gina knew. At first I saw a man watching alone. But then, another person appeared. It was a woman. I couldn't quite make out her face, but I could see she was dressed only in her underwear. Black underwear, very similar to Gina's. And as I watched Gina lowering her panties slowly down her thighs, I could see in the background that this woman was also removing her underwear. And then she was helping her partner out of his clothes, in plain view of whoever might want to watch.

"Now give me your panties," I said to her.

She stood there, a grin crossing her face, oblivious to the people in the other window. She tossed the tiny black panties over to me. Catching them, I unfolded them and looked inside. They were indeed stained from the combined ingredients of her overflowing pussy. I decided that now was the time to take our relationship into a deeper realm. I turned her panties inside out. Then I just looked at her, seeing the silhouette of the other couple in the window behind Gina. They were watching our every move.

"Watch me," I whispered.

I started to rub the silky fabric of her panties over my body. Beginning at my neck, slowly trailing downward. Stopping to tease my nipples, caress my chest, then move down toward my stomach and below. My right hand gripped my throbbing cock, stroking it slowly. And then I moved my hand away, letting her stare at me. Her eyes became glassy, revealing the heightened state of arousal she had entered. I'd never seen her looking so erotic before. I wanted to always remember this night.

"Caress yourself," I whispered urgently.

In the background the gentle tones of a Mozart piano concerto entered the room, altering the mood but adding to the joy we were both feeling. Pleasure is such a wonderful thing, but we're all so afraid of it. Why? Maybe we're afraid of bliss because it always disappears too quickly. Better to endure the daily monotones of life than to occasionally hear its crescendos. Because for every crescendo, there's always another pianissimo-a quiet moment when we feel nearest to death. Tonight, I wanted to feel the crescendos, the pianissimos, and to know so much more about Gina's.

"What are you feeling right now?" I asked as Gina's fingertips traveled over her flesh.

"I'm feeling fabulous," Gina responded.

Her right hand tickled one of her nipples while her left hand's index finger teased her clitoris. I'd always wanted to watch Gina masturbate for me. To really get into it and let herself go totally. It was hypnotic. Time was standing still, even though the music didn't. Gina's sighs were growing louder, her eyes closed. Again I noticed the couple across the courtyard, watching us. Only now, the woman was sitting astride her lover, with both of them facing toward us. I saw his hands cupping her breasts, caressing them. And her fingers reaching down between their legs, she leaning back in a 45 degree angle toward him. They were enjoying us, and I was enjoying them. I wanted Gina to feel their eyes upon her.

"Now come closer," I encouraged.

She slowly walked toward me, til she was standing just above me.

"How long were you with him today?" I asked.

"All afternoon."

"Were the two of you alone?"

"No."

This last admission surprised me. I wasn't sure what to think. And I felt afraid to ask. What kind of erotic world had she entered since my departure? Was this what she meant by her 'Henry *and* June'? Images flooded through my mind, images of fantasies we two had spun together during our many stolen moments of lovemaking. Had my departure freed her to live out these fantasies?

"Will you be seeing him again?" I probed, not sure what answer I was hoping to hear.

"Yes, tomorrow."

I wondered if they were living together. Just then I saw the other couple across the way, changing positions. The woman was now lying flat upon her back, legs raised and parted, facing the window. Her partner was now standing above her, his own back to the window. She was looking right at me. Momentarily I felt self-conscious, too many new and confusing feelings flooding my mind.

As Gina moved within reach of my extended arms, the other woman's lover lay down between her outstretched thighs. I watched her head tipping backwards in an obvious gesture of pleasure while he presumably entered her in one simple thrust. Turning my eyes back to Gina, I was ready for whatever surprises she might have in store tonight.

"I want you," I began. "I want you right now. Please come to me."

"I'm here. I want to be here. I want to make love with you," Gina replied.

I watched as she kneeled above my own outstretched thighs. My arms reached to surround her and draw her to me. Her thighs lowered to either side of my waist as she positioned herself carefully, pushing the tip of my cock into the entrance of her opening. I reached to guide one of her hanging breasts toward my lips, encouraging a sigh from her. My fingers teased the nipple to exquisite hardness, then brought it right to my mouth. She slid down hard, impaling herself completely. Then she was feeling me inside of her flowing depths, just as my mouth closed around the nipple.

I groaned as her molten pussy, still moistened by another lover's juices, surrounded my own flesh. The sensations were so vivid. I caressed Gina's buttocks, my fingers teasing her backside, then reached to caress the spot where our bodies were united. I imagined her other lover in this same position. I wondered what it looked like and who else might have seen them. Then I reached to grasp her breasts with both hands and rub her nipples across my chest.

"Ooooh," she cooed.

I knew this would be a wonderful release for her. I let her sounds guide my movements, just as the sound of the music guided the mood within the room. I brought Gina's breasts down to my chest, her nipples brushing against my own. As our nipples kissed, I whispered into her ear.

"I can feel your lover's nectar filling you. I can see him. It's so good, isn't it?"

I knew my words would soon send her over the top.

We always loved to fantasize together when we made love. Only now, it wasn't just a fantasy. It had really happened. And I knew it would happen again.

"You like having another lover, don't you?" I continued.

"Yes." Her breathing was rapid.

"And he knows you're here, doesn't he?"

I knew we were both close to the edge. I wanted to open the floodgates even wider.

"Yes, he does," she groaned, her orgasm quickly approaching.

"And she knows it too," I said conclusively, betraying my intuition that Gina was in fact part of a triad, just as in 'Henry and June.'

I knew they both loved her, both had sent her to me, both wanted her to return after spending the night with me. She was theirs.

"YES!! YES! FUCK ME, SCOTT!" Gina gasped, moaned, screamed, her orgasm ripping through her, wave after wave overpowering her.

I grabbed her buttocks and thrust upward, my own juices pouring into her body. I wanted us to become one, to melt into one another. I loved hearing her sighs of release, feeling her body shaking in my arms.

Minutes later, when I at last opened my eyes again and looked across the courtyard, the other couple was gone.

[END, PART 2]