Come on In

It was a Friday night. It was also my husband's poker night, which meant I would have the house to myself for quite a while. I was looking forward to spending a leisurely evening by myself and rushed home after work.

The week had been unseasonably warm for this time of year, so I left the front door open when I arrived. I went upstairs and changed into a tank top and loose shorts. I wasn't expecting company so I left off the bra and underwear so I could really relax.

I grabbed a book on my way out of the bedroom and headed downstairs to the living room. We live in a suburban neighborhood, fairly quiet and laid back. Our house is a corner house so our living room faces the street out front, but you could also see the street to the side of our home. I had a favorite over-sized armchair that faces the front door and window in the living room. With the front door open, the screen was providing a nice gentle breeze through the living room.

I had grabbed a cheesy romance novel and planned on becoming absorbed in it. If I read one while my spouse was around, I would get mocking comments about the content and cover. I plopped down in the armchair and began reading.

I soon found myself absorbed in the novel and discovered there were a great many steamy scenes that had quite an arousing affect on me.

Normally, I would have held out until I was ready for bed, and climb into bed and stimulate myself to an orgasm before falling asleep; much better than a cocktail or a warm glass of milk to help me fall asleep. But I figured, I had the house to myself for at least another 8 hours and what would be the harm in taking care of this situation right now in the living room? I had no qualms about the potential "viewership". I had always felt that it is my house—if I want to run down and grab a glass of water in the middle of the night with nothing on, then so be it. "But what if someone sees us?" was my husband's mantra. Well either they like what they see, or they won't peek again. Besides half the thrill was in the idea that you could be caught and it certainly excited me even more.

I placed my right leg over the arm of the chair and my left foot I placed on the couch to my left, leaving me spread open slightly. Through the wide leg of my shorts I reached under with my right middle finger and tested the waters, so to speak. I found to my amazement that I was very aroused, wet to the touch. I spread open my pussy lips slightly and spread the wetness around even more, around my clit and sliding my finger up and down my lips from clit to opening.

I scooted down in the chair a bit more and decided to keep going. With my middle finger I slowly started rubbing circles around my clit, ever so often dipping that finger inside me and feeling how warm I was, how wet. I wasn't in a hurry to cum, but rather enjoy the sensations.

My breasts wanted to get in the act as well and so I lowered the top portion of my tank top and lifted my breasts out, so the top was under them, supporting and lifting my breasts. With my right hand back under the shorts swirling around my clit, my left hand begin massaging my breast. I would roll a nipple under my fingers, and slightly pinch and pull it out. Then rub the entire breast and start the process all over again. My breasts are on the large side (44D) and I've found them very sensitive, even to my own touch.

Sitting there I decided to try and lick my own nipple and grabbed my breast and folded it up towards my mouth. I leaned down and stuck out my tongue, lightly flicking over my nipple. Emboldened, I took the whole nipple in my mouth and sucked as hard as I could.

I looked up out the window and that's when I saw you outside. At first I wasn't sure what I was seeing. I thought maybe I had made a loud moan or cry that would draw someone's attention, and that's why you had stopped. I have a lacy see-through front curtain, so if anyone really wanted to they could see into the living room and the front door was still open. I wasn't even sure it was me or my house you were looking at.

I stopped what I was doing and stared at you, not put off by the possibility that you were watching; if anything it was more of a turn on. I wanted to continue and give you a show if it was me you were watching.

I therefore took my left index finger into my mouth and sucked on it, wetting it down and then rubbed it over my nipple. I arched my breast into my hand and squeezed it, playing with my nipple, all the while I kept staring out the window at you. I reached my right hand back under the leg of the shorts and started rubbing my clit as I massaged my breast.

I closed my eyes for a moment savoring the sensations that were going thru me. I opened them up only to see you gone. I found myself disappointed at the thought that you weren't there; were no longer there to watch, to hopefully get aroused and feel the moment with me.

Your departure killed some of the ardor, so I went back to my book to try to find another steamy scene when a shadow fell over the front door and the living room. I looked up and it was you. You stood there at the front door, looking in the screen door at me. I half smiled and put down the book. I lifted up my hips off the armchair and pulled my shorts off of me and let them drop onto the floor, not breaking eye contact with you at all.

I leaned back and once again spread my legs; both legs draped over their respective chair arms. My breasts still exposed and my nipples hard with excitement. I looked at you as I lowered my hands to my pussy. I put my hands on my inner thighs and pulled tight the skin, spreading my pussy lips wide open as if to show you from where I was sitting, how wet I was. I then let my left hand pull back my lips to display my clit to you. My right hand gently brushed over it and down into my opening, drawing out the juices there and using them to rub over my clit.

I never once took my eyes off of you, as I began to masturbate for you; you were just as much a part of my stimulation process as my fingers were. You were helping to make it that much more intense. I could hear you breathing heavily through the screen door and wondered at your self control; curious if you were content to just watch me bring myself to orgasm, or if you wanted more than just a voyeuristic part.

I continued circling my clit with slick fingers—I could hear the wetness in the room combined with your breathing and the soft sighs that escaped from me now and again. My mind kept wandering, wondering if I should break the spell and invite you in or how that would work. You must have felt the same way, and decided to take the initiative as I heard the handle on the screen door lift and you were inside.

I could see the bulge in your pants and could feel myself grow even wetter knowing that you were just as aroused as I was. I didn't stop fingering myself at all, just stared at you as you walked closer to me.

There is an ottoman that is in front of the armchair and you sat down in front of it looking first at my flushed face and then down to my fingers. You reached out and stopped my hands, tugging them away from me and bending down to take my fingers in your mouth, tasting my juices on them.

I groaned at the contact and found myself wanting everything now...your tongue in me, your hardening cock in me, to cum around you. You pushed back the ottoman and kneeled down in front of me. You placed your hands on either thigh spreading me apart. You must have liked what you saw for you leaned down.

I could feel your breath on my pussy and my stomach tightened in anticipation of your touch. Would you use your fingers? Would you use your tongue? Would you kiss or nibble at my inner thighs first? I closed my eyes and felt the tip of your tongue flick my aroused clit. I nearly jumped off the armchair at the contact. I hadn't been touched like that in so long and wanted more.

My hands rested on the arms of the chair, legs spread apart as you licked again, and again. Your tongue doing a gentle dance around my clit, never hitting it dead on, knowing it would be too sensitive, but lightly touching all around it. It was an amazing sensation and all I could do is moan my approval in return. I felt one of your hands move off of my inner thigh and a moment later a finger was placed at the opening of my pussy.

You stayed there waiting for a signal that I was okay with this and I did so by raising my hips off of the chair and trying to push you into me. You needed no further encouragement, instead sliding that finger easily into my pussy. My hands grabbed the arms of the chair and I moaned gutterly at the sensation of your finger in me, opening me up.

Another finger joined the first and I was hot all over, feeling filled with just two of your fingers. You would pull those two fingers almost all the way out and then slide them back in, slow and rhythmic as you continued to lick my clit.

I started to dig my fingernails into the chair fabric bracing myself. I could feel my orgasm building and swirling deep inside. My inner thighs were beginning to slightly tremble and I knew it would overtake me soon. You must have felt some stirrings deep inside me, because your fingers started to move in and out a bit faster, tongue never stopping, you wanted that orgasm just as much as I did.

I arched my neck into the back of the chair and cried out, grabbing the chair with my hands, trying to hold onto something real and firm. You never stopped, not when I screamed and whimpered, not when my thighs spasmed uncontrollably, and not when my pussy clamped tightly around your fingers, squeezing and gripping them as my orgasm overwhelmed me.

I flopped back onto the chair to catch my breath and you stood up. I could see the outline of your erection and licked my lips, desperate to taste and feel you. Your hands went to unfasten your jeans. I reached up at the same time and pushed your hands away, finishing unzipping you and taking your hard cock out.

It was beautiful...soft and hard at the same time. The head bulbous and nearly purple with need. I could see pre-cum glistening on the tip and I leaned over and swirled my tongue around your slit and licked up all I could. I felt your hands on my head guiding me as I took the head of your cock in my mouth. I sucked in my cheeks, tightening the suction on your cock and I heard you gasp above me. I released the head of your cock with a pop and then went back down, this time trying to take as much of you in my mouth as I possibly could.

As I slid your cock out of my mouth, I let my tongue lick the underside of your shaft like you were a popsicle, paying special attention to the space just under the head of your cock. When I reached the head I began a steady pace of sucking in the first couple of inches, laving every spot that was in my mouth with my tongue. The base of your shaft I used my hand to stroke and twist, making sure that every inch of your cock was being touched by hand or mouth.

I could feel you thicken up even more underneath my ministrations and loved the fact I could make you groan. I was prepared to have you cum in my mouth, wanting to taste you, when you stopped me from what I was doing. You grabbed my arms and drew me up to stand next to you. We moved around to the side of the armchair and you turned me around so my back was to you.

You pushed me over the arm of the chair and I could feel you behind me, your cock in hand pushing against me, pushing into me. With your head just barely inside my pussy, you released your cock and placed your hands on my shoulders and pulled me back and pushed in at the same time. A groan ripped out of me at the sensation of you this deep in me.

You stayed still for just a moment, getting both of us used to the feeling of your cock in me. I wiggled my backside against you and that unleashed you. With your hands on my shoulders you pulled out and thrust hard and fast into me, pounding my body into the armchair, forcing me to stand on my tiptoes to touch the floor.

In this position I could feel every square inch of you inside me; you would pull nearly all the way out and thrust in until I could feel your pubic hair against my backside. I had never felt anyone so deep inside me. I was going to savor this experience so I reached down my hand past my stomach and used my fingers to rub my clit. In doing so I could feel you slide in and out of me, your cock slick with my wetness. I circled furiously determined to cum around your cock, wanting to feel my pussy clamp around you.

As we continued this frantic pace I could feel your finger touch my asshole, just resting there at first. You wiggled it in just a little bit and stopped waiting to gauge my response. With my fingers on my clit, you in my pussy and your finger working it's way in my ass, I was in heaven and moaned loudly my approval. I wiggled my ass, pushing back against you. You worked your finger in a little bit more and continued to slowly bury your finger in my ass.

In my mind I was mentally taking a note, 'next time house is mine for the evening, have a toy handy'. More than anything I wanted all my holes filled, whether it be cock, toy or fingers. My partner for this evening was doing his best to accommodate me in this situation, filling two out of three, without even being aware of this desire.

I was on fire and ready to combust. My fingers were running over my wet clit, your cock buried deep inside my pussy thrusting for all its worth, and your finger buried inside my ass.

Everything was working to arouse me to new heights and I couldn't hold on for much longer. I muffled a scream against the seat of the armchair and felt an orgasm rip through me. I heard him grunt and he must have felt my pussy muscles beginning to clamp around him, holding him in me. I could barely feel his finger in me, so lost in the sensations going on around me.

I felt him grip my waist and thrust in hard and fast and groan out his release. He pushed himself in deep and then thrust once, twice and a third time and then collapsed on top of me. The only sounds in the room were us breathing, coming down from this great high. My legs were trembling and I could barely hold myself up.

My partner stood up and started to pull himself out of me. I whimpered at the sense of loss. I turned my head to the side and could see him standing there, his cock now mostly flaccid and now glistening with his cum and my juices. I reached over and bent my head to lick him cleaning, wanting to taste him, and loving the combined taste of us. When I released his cock, he pulled up his pants and I attempted to stand up on wobbly legs. He turned me around to face him and kissed me, almost in thanks for what took place. And with that he walked out the door.

We never spoke a word to each other; I didn't even know his name. But you can sure bet I looked for him in the neighborhood walks I took, hoping that this time he would be the one masturbating in his living room armchair, and I would get to be the neighborhood voyeur, making a fantasy come true.