Audreys Show

This story is part four of the series "Friends", which follows four twenty somethings as they grow personally, professionally, and sexually. Alan and Lisa are a married couple. Tim is their best friend from college, who has just started dating Audrey, i friend of Lisa's from work. This chapter can be read in isolation, but the characters and plot line make more sense if you have read the earlier parts.

This story alternates between action and long stretches of character building. And once again, this episode is told from Lisa's perspective.

This episode starts the morning after "Movie Night" ends, when Alan and Lisa had watched their newly made video for the first time.

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I wake up to an empty bed. And I hadn't even slept in all that late this morning. I throw my kimono around me and go in search of Alan. Probably in the kitchen making breakfast, I thought. Looking around the bedroom, I notice the tripod, the fancy selfie stick things, and the three big lighting units are all gone. Alan must have cleaned that up yesterday while Audrey and I were out. I hadn't noticed last night.

In the kitchen, I find fresh coffee, more fresh fruit ready for breakfast and a hot loaf of... apple cinnamon bread?, guessing from the luscious aroma emanating from it. But no Alan.

Only then do I notice the note sitting next to my coffee cup. He knew where I would go first.

Morning lover girl.

I needed to do something for work, so I'm in the study. Come grab me when you are ready for breakfast.

Kisses

I pour my coffee and bring it with me as I go back to the study to fetch my husband.

"What's the emergency?" I ask. "You don't usually work Sunday mornings."

"Well you know our showcase is coming up in just over a week. Apparently, I can't take an afternoon off without things going to hell. At least, the video well was worth it."

"Worth it? -- that was the sexiest thing I ever saw. At least the first half of it before you distracted me!" I say teasing him.

We had made a home porno Friday night. He had spent all afternoon turning our bedroom into a mini-studio, including four camera angles. He then spent hours yesterday morning editing it all into an incredibly professional looking video. He's obviously seen it all, but we got hot and heavy while watching it together last night, so I missed the second half. Except for one clip that he had put on my phone and I had shared with my best friend Audrey. Alan and I were planning on re-watching it today so I could see the second half.

My pussy is growing damp as I remember the first half and anticipate what the second half will look like.

But he breaks the bad news, "In between editing, I ended up putting in probably three or four hours yesterday for work and I will need to work most the day today, probably until dinner, which I guess will have to be a quick meal out somewhere. I'll still be able to watch the movie again with you, but not til this evening. I'm afraid it's going to be a week of long days. But I have insisted on leaving Saturday evening open for Audrey and Tim to come over. Have we decided what we are doing?"

"No, I suspect I'll talk to Audrey about it on Monday," trying not to sound too disappointed.

I know the showcase is the first big test for the project he's been leading for over a year. I guess the flip side of his work allowing to take off an afternoon on a whim is that it may sometimes expect him to work long hours.

"But let's forget about my work for a few minutes and grab breakfast. Ham, tomatoes, red bell peppers and cheddar for your omelette, I assume?"

He wraps an arm around my waist and we walk back the kitchen.

We had a pleasant, if uneventful breakfast, delicious as Alan's cooking usually is.

Oh god, I just figured out why Audrey was talking up his curry last night. I mean the curry was good, but she just kept going on and on about it. She was buttering him up, hoping he would say yes to her watching our sex tape. The deal was that Alan and I had to both agree before anyone else could watch it. Alan is pretty protective, not wanting to share me with anyone.

I chuckled to myself about her ploy. Alan is human and likes being complimented, but he is also very arrogant about some things that he is sure that he is good at, making him almost immune to being buttered up. Those things include his work and his cooking. On the other hand, pressing her tits against him in a hug last night might have helped her cause.

Almost like he knew I was thinking about Audrey, Alan announces, "I had a thought about your pool problem."

It takes me a minute to come up with some context for that announcement. I had wanted Audrey to teach me how to play pool -- she is apparently a serious pool shark -- but we didn't have easy access to a table. Our first attempt at a bar nearly turned into a disaster and I don't think either of us want to risk that again.

"My group's break room has a foosball table and a pool table," he explains. "I could bring you and Audrey in for a few hours on Saturday mornings. But not until after the showcase, of course. Too many people working weekends in the office until then."

"That's a great idea. I'll tell Audrey about that on Monday as well." That really would work well. Alan could get some extra hours in while we had fun on the table. Alan tries really hard to maintain a good work-life balance, but it frustrates him at times not to get done as much as he wants to. If he was single, I bet he would work 80+ hours almost every week.

"Sorry to eat and run Lisa, but I probably should get back to work."

As is normal, I clean up after breakfast. It's always seemed fair that if he does all the cooking, I should do at least the bulk of the cleanup afterwards.

As I wash the pans, I wonder what I should do with myself. I could see what Audrey is doing, but we were together all day yesterday, and I bet she is having her pussy split open yet again by Tim's monstrous cock, at this very moment. Better to not disturb her (or his) fun.

As I hang up the last pan, I settle on reading something. I can try to find something on my kindle. Something sexy, I decide.

I go back to our bedroom, grab my kindle and sprawl on the bed. I go to the kindle store, type "erotic stories" into the search bar and flick through a few suggestions until settling on a juicy looking collection of short stories. I download it and settle into reading. The first story I read is about a couple who meet one afternoon and realize they are each riding the same commuter train home. The car they are in is nearly empty and they get into a game of sexual dares. I match his actions, playing with my tit with my left hand as he finally reaches under her blouse. My hand travels down to my damp pussy as he brings her to orgasm in the story. A little too quick to get myself off. And I keep having to bring my hand back to tap the screen. I can't quite figure out to hold the kindle and turn the "pages" both with the same hand.

Mildly frustrated, I glance at the next few story titles before starting to read one. "Let's make a movie!" -- well that sounds right up my alley today. That story is well written and has me pretty hot and bothered, even if the logistics of acting on it are still challenging.

I continue on to the next story, "The public bath". The woman takes her daily baths in a room with a big picture window onto a crowded public street, Strangers watch her walk into the room and slip off her robe. Now naked, she steps in the hot water, full of bubbles. Her body disappears beneath the soap as she slides down into the tub. After a minute, her breasts poke through the bubbles, giving her audience something to see. She washes her chest with a washcloth before she turns to her legs. She brings each leg in turn almost all the way out of the water, looping a knee over the edge of the tub, giving her audience a bit of a thrill until the leg disappears back under the water.

Finally, she is washing her privates. She drops the cloth to the bottom of the tub. But that is intended; now she is just pleasuring herself with her fingers. The soap bubbles have mostly popped; and the motion of the arm and her hand clear the soap over her pussy, exposing her full secrets to her audience. She finishes her task, climaxing loudly, before climbing out of tub and walking back into the building and out of sight of the crowd.

"That was hot!" I thought to myself. I set down the kindle and reach my right hand down to my slit. Sopping wet, enflamed and ready to explode at a touch. But I still have hours yet. No need to hurry, better to play a game with myself in the interim.

I leave the kindle on the bed and head into the master bath. Audrey had suggested yesterday that our big bathtub could be fun. I turn on the water and adjust it to my perfect soaking temperature, pouring in enough bath bubbles to give a nice thick sheet on the water.

I turn and look at the (imaginary) cameras focused on me. (This would make a good video shoot, I think.) Then I look at my (also imaginary) audience. But this audience is not strangers, It's Alan. And Tim and Audrey. And Mary.

Still facing them, I untie my kimono, and pull it open. I watch the eyes of my audience as they ogle my mostly naked body, partially exposed to them. I let the kimono slide to the floor, removing my last hint of modesty. But I don't get in yet. I turn to face the tub, spreading my legs slightly as I turn; when I bend over to test the water, I expose my privates to their probing eyes. I also know one camera has zoomed in on my pussy, sopping wet with excitement. The camera follows a drip of my juices, as it leaks from my cunt and starts to roll down my inner thigh.

I turn around again so all my admirers, human and camera, can watch my big tits and my bare pussy as I step up and into the bath tub. I slide down into the water, all but my face disappearing beneath the soapy surface. I rise up again so that tops of my large breasts are exposed, my dark brown nipples emerging well clear of the water and begging for attention. I wash around my breasts, lifting them up out of water one at a time as I wash the underside of each. I shiver with the sensation as I rub the somewhat rough cloth over those nipples, giving them just a tease of the attention they crave.

My audience has come closer to stand just beside the tub, where they can see hints of me through the soapy layer, down to my naked body below. But they are careful not to block the camera that is capturing all of this from straight above.

I now wash each leg, one after another, pulling it out of the water for better access (and better visibility). I start to wash my crotch, but it needs something else. I drop the cloth and slowly tease my pussy, tracing around the lips before focusing the finger on my pleasure nub. I shift from the intense stimulation, instead pushing my fingers deep into my cunt. Then back again to my clit. I am getting close now as I reach my other hand up to pinch my nipples. This pleasure is the final straw; my back arches as wave after wave of the orgasm wash over me.

When I open my eyes again, my audience and the cameras have vanished back into the ether. I relax in the tub for another fifteen or twenty minutes before climbing out. I dry myself off thoroughly and wrap my kimono back around me.

That was very satisfying. I really should take more baths.

Looking at the clock in the bedroom, I expect Alan will work for another two hours or so. I head out to the living room, plop down on the couch. I find a movie that will run for about 90 minutes. When it ends, I go to the door of the study to ask Alan how long he expects to be.

Before I can say anything, he asks, "Still in your kimono?".

"I soaked in the bath for a while. It was nice. I bet we could make a good movie there."

"So THAT's what you were doing in the bath for all that time."

"It wasn't that long... Anyway, how long do you think you'll be?"

"It's been going pretty well. Another fifteen minutes or so and I should be good for the evening. I will probably head out in the morning before you are up though."

"I better go get some clothes on then."

Back in the bedroom, I put on my new pink silk blouse -- with a bra, sorry Audrey -- and my blue skirt, the shortest one I own. It comes down to about five inches above my knee. I know, not really short, but my wardrobe is mostly pretty conservative. Still, it's short enough to have wandering eyes hopeful. I briefly consider going commando, but settle for the same sheer black panty I briefly wore Friday night for the video. After brushing out my long golden brown hair, I come back out where Alan is just emerging.

"Tito's?" he asks.

"Sure"

"Let's go then".

Tito's is an upscale pizza place where we go pretty regularly.

We order our usual pizza and I get my usual wine. Alan gets an iced tea instead of his usual beer. I wonder if he is planning on doing more work this evening after all.

I try to chat, but he seems distracted, clearly still analyzing something from his project. He hasn't even noticed my new pink blouse or the cleavage it offers with the top two buttons unfastened. Nor had he tried to sneak a peek up my skirt, even when I tried to expose myself to him.

I think about mentioning the blouse, but decide it would probably yield a "that's nice dear" response. I decide to let it go. I hope the movie, at least, will catch his attention.

When we get home, we cuddle on the couch for a few minutes before he starts the movie. The movie does seem to finally break him from his work trance, at least for the moment. And, even if subconsciously, his hand appreciates the easy access my skirt offers.

The opening strip tease in our video still gets me excited, and his hand on my inner thigh feels good after a frustrating dinner.

But I find myself watching the next few parts, which I have already seen, focused more on the technical aspects than the eroticism. I am still amazed that the awkwardness of his yelling cut disappeared, morphing into a seamless transition after his edits. In the video, I have a massive orgasm, start to climb on to the bed, and then we see a close up of my face and hanging boobs as I crawl towards him. Then a shot from behind, accenting my ass and pussy, clearly sopping wet.

The video watches us from the side as I start to pull down his boxers, shifting to the view from above in time to see his cock spring free. Then from the back, with all my best assets framing a shot of his member. Just as the view gets blocked from my face coming down low, it shifts to a side view of me licking the entire length of his shaft. When my tongue reaches the top, it shifts again to a closeup, now of my tongue circling his bulbous tip -- must be from the gopro.

I watch shot by shot, checking out each angle until it cuts to him shooting his seed onto my tits, shot from above. This shot was the last part that I had really seen before I succumbed to Alan's more fervent attention last night. I do notice that the real Alan has gotten his dick out, stroking it with one hand while the other is starting to tease my pussy through my panty.

The video then cuts to the view from the side and the camera pans to follow me and my sticky boobs as I lean back. What the hell -- that was a fixed camera. How the fuck did Alan do that?

The video then shifts to the view from above, now focused on my exposed pussy. The dildo enters the picture and comes right to my opening. Now a closeup watches the dildo push in -- must be the gopro again. We stay focused on that shot for a while, watching the dildo push in and pull out.

I am starting to watch the content more excitedly now and not noticing the nuances of each shot as much. As our digital selves change positions, the real Alan shifts to reach further under my skirt, and, pushing the panty to the side, sliding his fingers into my waiting cunt. I moan softly, but work to stay focused on the action on the screen.

Just as I did at the time, I watch his cock disappear into me from the side. I swear it looks zoomed in now, though. I see my own face lost in pleasure, his cum still oozing down my hanging breasts. Our doppelgängers shift position again, as I see his cock enter, now looking straight down at my ass. I then watch my pussy being slammed by his cock, over and over again, in graphic detail from below. As nice as his fingers are feeling, my real cunt craves the feeling of a cock slamming into it.

I see my virtual hand rubbing my clit. I yearn to actually feel every sensation I am watching. I see myself turning to face my digital lover. I lustfully ogle my own ass and pussy, as I lower it onto his throbbing cock. No human eyes have ever watched their lover impale them this explicitly.

By the time I watch the cum drip out of my video cunt onto his equally unreal cock, I need the real thing now. I need him to fuck me. I stand up from the sofa.

He is obviously thinking the same thing. He slides his pants down to the floor, and swings around to lay on his back on the sofa. I climb back on the couch, astride his crotch, looking into his lustful eyes. I pull my skirt up slightly and, pushing my panty to the side once again, impale myself on him. I sigh as I feel his cock slide into my hungry cunt, remembering the view of this same action I had just seen on the screen.

He urgently starts to thrust his pelvis up, driving himself further into me, before sliding almost all the wayback out. He is clearly anxious for relief. Fair enough, I guess, he did not have a massive orgasm in the bathtub earlier today.

Unless I want to miss out this time, I need to do my part. So I match his thrusting, while reaching my fingers through my panty to massage my clit.

Moments later, he erupts inside me and I feel him providing his special lubrication in my canal. It takes me only a moment longer to reach my own release. This orgasm, while satisfying, is hardly earth shattering. Especially compared to how my world had been rocked regularly over the last ten days.

This orgasm was almost purely physical, without the emotional depth or eroticism that defined my earlier climaxes. I needed this release, but Alan's aloofness and distraction today has left me a bit cold.

While I sit there astride him, he finally seems to notice me. "That's a cute outfit," he says. "Is that your new blouse? It shows off your boobs beautifully. Although it might be even more fun without that bra," he adds, grinning.

I clamber off him. My panty is all twisted, and rather than trying to straighten it out, I pull it off.

Alan excitedly asks, "Are those THE panties? They should be in a sex museum somewhere. With a sign

Lisa wore these during the sexiest strip tease in modern history. Thought to only be surpassed by the seduction of Julius Caesar by Cleopatra.

"

"Oh, you," I exclaim, smacking him in the face with that same famed sheer black panty.

I turn away and walk across our condo towards our bedroom. I stop well across the room, spread my legs slightly, and bend over peering through my legs back to him. He has indeed noticed this show, ogling my ass and pussy being presented to him under my short skirt. I wave coquettishly to him from between my legs. He smiles back. Then frowns a bit.

"I should go check on something before I come to bed," he admits. "Don't worry about waiting up for me. And I will probably be gone before you get up. So I probably won't see you til tomorrow night. Sorry. I love you."

I continue back to bed by myself. Getting out of my clothes, I climb into bed and pick up my kindle. Maybe reading for a while will help me get to sleep. Alone. Sigh.

I awaken in the morning alone in bed. I had a vague sense of him getting into bed after I was asleep, but I missed him getting up. I wonder how little sleep he is getting.