On Monday morning, Julia got up and left for work quickly. I worked remote, but I had meetings that required my camera be on, so I got up and got dressed too. I'm sure some of my coworkers only put on shirts (a few had told me as much), but I was always afraid I'd forget and position the camera wrong or something would happen that would land me in a sexual harassment situation. Reluctantly, I put on a button-up shirt and khaki pants (but no underwear, per my recent default instructions from Julia).
Having had a second long, restless night in a row, I expected today to be challenging. I was fortunate to have the morning to myself, while Julia's best friend slept in. However, when Amelié came downstairs completely naked, I knew it was only going to get worse. At 5'4" and 110 pounds, with 34C boobs, a tight ass, and a completely shaved pussy, her body was designed to make my day challenging.
I was in the middle of a work call when Amelié descended into the living room and into my peripheral vision. Luckily for me, she was behind my laptop and therefore behind my camera, or I would've had to answer some awkward questions for sure. Seemingly unperturbed, she flitted about the kitchen, preparing coffee and toast, making absolutely no efforts to cover herself. I got nervous as she approached my pull out couch, but she didn't enter the camera's view - she just stood with her glistening labia right at my eye level.
I dropped from my meeting as soon as I possibly could.
"Can I help you?" I asked rhetorically.
"No, I think I've got everything I need," my French houseguest replied.
"Were you gonna get dressed at all today?" I couldn't believe I heard frustration in my own voice, but I guess two days of barely relieved teasing could do that to you.
Amelié just shrugged. "You've already seen it all, haven't you?"
"Well, do you expect me to get naked with you?"
"No, not really," Amelié answered. "In fact, I'd rather you didn't. I actually kinda like this thing where you're clothed and I'm not. It's turning me on."
So that's how we spent the early afternoon. My wife's nubile friend would lay next to me on the couch, walk back and forth to the kitchen, and make small talk with me, all while completely nude. Meanwhile, I'd try to get some minimal amount of work done, with bulging eyes and hardening cock. Every movement seemed to cause a delightful jiggle. Every stretch accentuated her beautiful form. And while she'd move out of frame for my meetings, that only meant moving directly into my line of sight instead.
Around 3:45, she asked if she could turn on a movie. I'd finished my meetings and was nearly finished with my work, so I agreed of course.
Amelié flipped through the channels. "Oh, hey, look at that. It's my namesake."
I looked up at the TV. "Were you actually named after the 2001 movie?"
"Yeah," she told me. "Except some idiot at the hospital put the accent mark over the wrong E in my name. My parents were pissed about it. They're actually from France, you know? But it was too late, so they decided to just go with it."
"That's gotta be annoying," I empathized.
"Eh, I got used to it," she said dismissively. She seemed engrossed in the movie. "You wanna know something else? This is the first video I ever rubbed myself off to."
I choked at the sudden admission.
"Weird, right? We watched it a lot, growing up. One day, I took the DVD into my room and just watched that woman dancing topless over and over, touching myself until I came." Amelié was idly touching herself now. "After that, the movie became a frequent part of my masturbatory routine. I started touching myself to more and more scenes, starting with the brief bits of nudity, of course. Pretty soon, I'd just watch the whole two hour movie, edging myself the whole time, and getting a little thrill every time someone said my name." Amelié had two fingers inside herself now, and was slowly grinding her clit with the palm of her hand.
I closed my laptop with an email only half written. I was done for today.
Amelié looked up at me. "Are you gonna join me?" she asked demurely. "Or are you just gonna watch again?"
My ears perked up at the word 'again.' Suddenly nervous, I said, "I thought you liked to be watched?"
"And I KNOW you like to watch," she answered with a smirk. "How'd you like watching last night?"
I started to sweat. "How did you know I was watching last night?"
"I saw the red light on the camera, dummy. Don't worry, I don't mind. You're right: I DO like to be watched. I hope you had a good view of your wife's face as I made her cum for the first time. But now it's time for you to return the favor. Take your cock out."
I followed Amelié's commands, only unzipping my pants but not removing them.
"Which hand do you use?" she asked me.
I held my right hand towards her. She took her wet hand out of her pussy and wiped her juices on my palm. Then she leaned forward and spit on my exposed cock. Satisfied, she laid back and resumed touching herself. I began stroking my dick, using two of Amelié's fluids as lube. Amelié lay next to me, working her pussy with her right hand and teasing her nipples with her left hand.
For several minutes, we didn't say anything. I knew I was on the verge of cumming already, so I jacked off gently and slowly, trying to stave off my inevitable orgasm. Instead, I watched Amelié's face contort, her cheeks flush, and her lower lip tremble. I listened to her breathing quicken, and then hold, and then gasp deeply, before quickening again. Her back arched and her rib cage oscillated from side to side. Her hips ground upward slowly but determinedly to meet her thrusting fingers. I didn't dare blink as I watched her take herself closer and closer to orgasm, right in front of me.
"Seh meh nem," she mumbled through a clenched jaw.
"Hmm?" I asked, unsure if the sounds were even directed at me.
"Say - say my name," came the breathy reply. "Say my name."
"Amelié?" I said tentatively. Her body visibly spasmed when I did. "Amelié," I said again more confidently. She gasped. "Amelié, Amelié, Amelié," I repeated. She grunted and shuddered with each utterance. "Amelié," I whispered sensually. Her back arched until only her shoulders and her hips were touching the sofa. "Cum, Amelié," I commanded. She did. She let out what little oxygen she had left, as her body crashed back down and reversed into a sudden ab crunch. She worked her fingers over her clit rapidly as her whole body shook from the force of the orgasm coursing through her. When it had passed, she sucked in several deep, needful gasps of air, while continuing to play with herself.
"I need another," she said desperately. "Are you ready yet?"
"I'm damn close," I answered truthfully.
"Cum with me this time then," she instructed. She started masturbating more aggressively. "Cum with me. Shoot your cum all over my pretty o-face. See if you can get any in my open mouth as I cum. Just make sure you save enough to paint the rest of my face and my tits too. I want you to cum all over me, while you moan my name."
I was all too ready to follow those instructions. I knelt on the sofa, at a 90 degree angle from Amelié. I stroked my cock over her beautiful brown eyes, as I watched her bring herself to the brink of another orgasm. When I could tell she was ready to cum again, I finally let my orgasm overtake me too. I moaned her name, "Aaaaaameliéeeeee," and she squeezed her eyes shut tightly in the throes of her own orgasm. The first string of my cum drew a line across her forehead. The second went diagonally from one cheek, successfully into her open mouth. The third stretched across her nose. The final few bursts landed on her clavicle and the upper slopes of her heaving breasts.
I sat back on my heels, as we both caught our breath.
"I bet you loved that, you perv," Amelié finally said breathlessly but still somehow managing to work in a teasing air.
She sat up and shimmied her way off the couch. She strutted to the kitchen, and I looked back over my shoulder to watch her ass sway. She returned quickly to hand me a few napkins, but stood there with my cum dripping off her face and her tits unabashedly.
"I'm gonna go take a shower. Clean up any drops of your cum from the sofa before our friend, i.e. your wife gets home," she ordered. She turned to walk toward the bathroom. "Good luck cumming again when Julia gets home!" she added with a laugh.
***
Amelié was still in the shower when Julia got home. Julia greeted me with a kiss, and we compared notes on how our days had been. While we were talking, the sound of the shower cut off, and a few minutes later, Amelié exited the bathroom.
Amelié was wearing one of Julia's bathrobes. On my wife, it came to just above the knee, but on her friend, it came to just below the knee. Amelié had tied the robe in the front and tied her hair back in a ponytail. She was barefoot and her toes were still painted nicely from Saturday.
"Hope you don't mind I borrowed a robe-" Amelié started.
"Of course, it's fine!" Julia interjected.
Amelié didn't wait for a response and talked over Julia to say, "-but I was thinking we could have a robe night!" She handed another bathrobe to Julia. "Like in college!" She held a bathrobe out to me. "You too, Jimmy!"
I took the robe from her. "What's a robe night?"
Julia was already taking off her blazer and her blouse. "Just something we used to do in college when we didn't feel like going out. We'd hang out in bathrobes all night, paint our nails, watch a movie, play games, that sort of thing. Sometimes, we'd institute a penalty for whoever took their robe off first, whether that was to take a shower or put on pajamas or get dressed in real clothes, or whatever. A penalty for ruining robe night."
"Exactly! And even though it's definitely a girls' night thing, your husband can be part of it this time. Now hurry up, you two! I'll go pour us some wine."
Julia picked up the pace, so I joined her in quickly disrobing and, well, robing. We were beyond the point of expecting any sort of privacy around our houseguest. Like Amelié had said that morning, "We'd already seen it all, hadn't we?"
During the first two glasses of wine, we just talked. I felt like Amelié was crossing and uncrossing her legs more than was probably necessary, but my keen eye never saw anything interesting. However, there was something erotic about knowing we were all wearing just one piece of clothing each. Unfortunately, that one layer was thick enough that I couldn't even see any nipples poking through.
