Mickey And Kate Ch 06

They were awake before the sun was up. Mickey was hard again and Kate was happily riding him like a cowgirl with a new pony. She eagerly moved from a hard gallop one minute to a softer, gliding gate the next. Mickey had never maintained an erection this long, and she was taking advantage of it, exploring every possible angle and depth.

Mickey was more than happy to allow his wife to use him. The view was amazing. Her large breasts first bouncing, then swaying inches above him. He buried his face between them inhaling their warmth, then tugged at her nipples before licking and teasing them with his teeth. He hadn't known Kate to be multi-orgasmic, but this morning she moved from one climax to the next, each varying in intensity and character, her box flowing in a steady stream of warm, slick juice that coated Mickey's dick and trickled down to his ass.

She had cum repeatedly last night, too. They had fucked for better than an hour after coming in from the hot tub. Somewhere in the middle of the night, they had both woken up and Mickey pounded her again from behind, convinced that her ass would be bruised from the treatment he gave it. Now, he knew his penis had nothing more to offer, yet the erection would simply not subside.

When Kate was finally satiated, they opted for a late breakfast outside, though it was nearly noon by the time they finally left the room.

"How do you think they met him?" Kate asked as she took her first sip of morning coffee. They were the first words either of them had spoken about what they had heard the previous evening.

"Who knows?" Mickey shrugged. "Obviously he's been on the grounds before."

"It sounded like they barely knew one another."

"Well, at least when they started," Mickey grinned. "I'd say they got pretty well acquainted last night."

Kate contemplated her next question as she enjoyed two bites of her pancake washed down with a long sip of coffee.

"Why do you think it had that effect on us? I mean we shouldn't have been listening. Or at least we should have felt embarrassed or something. But..." her thoughts drifted before she could finish her sentence.

"Maybe," Mickey filled the silence. "But it's not like we were spying on them. And we were already turned on from what we were doing. I guess we were just in that state of mind."

"Could be. But I don't think so. I was actually starting to get drowsy curled up on you like that. And then last night, when we woke up in the middle of the night and I saw how turned on you were, it made me think. I don't remember us ever being like that. I mean, we've had some fun, but this was a whole other level." She leaned across the table to add, "I'm still horny."

The word sounded strange coming out of her mouth, Mickey thought. But she was right. Even as limp-dicked as he felt at the moment, he was still horny, too.

"Maybe it was the danger of it. Us being there, so close. What if they would have discovered us?" he suggested.

Kate shook her head. "Like you said, we weren't doing anything wrong. We were just sitting in our own place."

The waitress came by to warm their coffee. Kate smiled at her and waited for her to move on before she continued.

"Honestly, for me, I think it had something to do with the husband. Letting another man..."

"Letting?" Mickey interrupted. "He didn't just let. He directed the whole thing."

"Exactly. Taking control. But it didn't sound like she was doing anything she didn't want to do."

"What about the fact that the guy was black? Some sort of taboo thing?" Mickey didn't want to admit that he knew that fact played at least some part in his reaction.

Kate didn't reply. Instead, she offered another theory. "Three people, in public. Just so open." She shook her head. "Shameless. No guilt. Just doing what they wanted."

Mickey found his tired penis stirring, though he wasn't exactly sure why. He had certainly been turned on by hearing someone else having sex. The dynamic of a couple opening themselves up to another man fascinated him. He was just as intrigued by Kate's response. As he sipped his second cup of coffee, his mind wandered back to what she had seen, and how she had responded yesterday afternoon. Another twitch in his lap. Was it the perverted voyeurism that was appealing to him, or the fact that he was seeing a different side of his wife?

"Well," Kate was still talking, "I guess it really doesn't make any difference. It's not like we're ever going to witness something like that again. I mean people just don't do that, right?"

"Some people must. And a lot more must think about it. I mean, think about those books we have. That story you were reading yesterday. It comes from somewhere."

Kate laughed. "I forgot all about that story. We never did finish it. Guess we kind of got distracted. Tonight?"

"No promises about finishing. But I'm eager to see what's gonna happen next."

"To her? Or to me?" Kate teased.

"Hmm... do I have to choose?" Mickey smiled as he stood, extending his hand to his wife. "We need to go soon. And I feel like there is something that I need to take care of before I get on a boat full of women in bikinis."

Kate stood, and rather than taking his hand, she quickly squeezed the erection she could see forming in his shorts. "I feel something, too." She raised her eyebrows and pursed her lips into an expression of approval. "I've got just the place for it."

They spent the afternoon on a catamaran, enjoying the water, snorkeling, and having a delicious meal on a nearby island. The sun was setting into the placid watery horizon as they returned. The walk back to their hotel was short, and Mickey boldly caressed his wife's ass as they made their way along the street.

"Mickey," Kate paused just before they reached their building. "What if they do it again tonight?"

"What if who does what?"

"Are we going to listen again?"

"Do you want to?" he asked cautiously, afraid to reveal too much.

Kate bit her lip as she looked at the ground, then looking up at her husband she nodded, a slight blush filling her cheeks. "It's all I've thought about today."

Mickey reached for her hand and pulled it directly to his stiffening prick.

"Looks like somebody else has been thinking about it," she smiled.

"Honestly, yeah, I've thought about it, but you just did this to me I can't believe you want to, but I'm glad you do. Not sure why exactly, but it makes me hard just thinking about you getting worked up listening to them."

They raced back to the room, slid open the patio door, and listened to the silence for a moment. Mickey then quickly turned to the bathroom for a quick shower to wash the day away. Then it was Kate's turn.

She was surprised to see the room lights were out when she came out of the bathroom. Mickey was standing on the patio, examining the fence that separated them from their neighbors.

"What are you doing?" she asked as she stepped outside wrapped in a towel.

Mickey nearly whispered. "Look here. There's a slight gap between the wall and the fence. Sit down here." He gestured toward a chair that was placed awkwardly in front of their sliding door. "See?"

"See what?"

"Here." He pointed to the end of the fence and an opening that separated it from the wall by little more than an inch."

"What am I looking at?" Kate was confused.

"You can see their patio. Some of the hot tub. And if we leave the light off, I don't think they can see us."

Kate's eyes grew big. "You want to see them? Like peeping Toms?" Her heart raced as she considered the possibilities.

"Well, that sounds crass. I'd just like to have a better idea of what's happening." He fell silent for a moment, reevaluating his intentions. "You're right. That's crazy."

Kate stared at him for a long minute, as though she were trying to discover something in his expression. Then she stood quickly. "Sit down," she directed as she walked quickly across the patio to retrieve a cushion from another chair. She tossed it at the feet of Mickey's seat and, once he was in it, fell to her knees next to him, leaning her forearms onto his robed thighs.

"Does this make us perverts?" she asked quietly as her left hand draped itself across his terry-covered cock.

"

Curious

. It makes us curious." Mickey tried to sound reassuring. "I mean, we're not gonna go home and peep into our neighbors' houses. But after what we heard last night, I just want to... I don't know. I'm curious."

"Curious." That word had disappeared from their vocabulary several years ago. They used to be curious. Curious about one another. About what felt good. About what turned them on. About the things one found arousing and the other didn't. Mickey remembered when he was curious about his wife's desire to be spanked. Or when she was curious about his fascination with being "in control." Somewhere, their curiosity had died and now that he felt some small spark of it, he was not going to let it go.

Kate wondered if he was still curious about her. Their sex life had all but disintegrated. The past few days had been fun, but deep in her heart, she was afraid that they would be leaving all of this when they boarded the plane at the end of the week. So if he was curious now, she wasn't about to stop him. And she was just as "curious" herself. All she thought about today, in spite of the beautiful views, the stunning fish, and the excellent meal was the sound of those three faceless people doing unspeakable things. The thought of the woman being told to expose herself to a perfect stranger kept her in a constant state of arousal all afternoon long.

"You know they were checking you out today," Mickey said softly.

"Who?"

"The guys on the boat."

"What guys?" She hadn't noticed anyone noticing her.

"Several of them. A couple of younger ones from the crew made sure to be close every time you bent over. And the one who was helping you strap the tank on... He took way more time and attention with you than he did with me. And one of the other passengers swam behind you half the time we were down there. I'm not sure he even knows there were fish in the water." Mickey's eyes sparkled as he whispered.

"Why didn't you say something?" Kate protested.

"Because that would have ruined it."

"It didn't bother you?"

"Not even a little." Mickey pulled his robe aside, moving Kate's hand to his stiff prick.

She responded by pulling herself up taller and taking it into her mouth. She noticed the taste of precum as her tongue danced across the tip. It excited her to know that he was just as aroused as she was. She tugged at her towel, letting it fall to the concrete, allowing her to pinch her nipple softly. Increasing the suction on Mickey's prick, she felt it growing in her mouth. She loved that feeling. Knowing that she held some sort of power over him always turned her on. It fueled her, causing her to take him deeper into her hungry mouth. With one hand she tugged at the base of his cock and with the other she continued to pleasure herself. Her hand drifted from her breast to her groin and she slid her fingers through her warm slit. She was still wet.

Mickey drew a deep breath, doing his best to relax his balls, not wanting the experience to end too quickly. After a few minutes, he sensed a vibration on his shaft as Kate sucked him, and he knew she was moaning softly. He stopped her oral attention and leaned forward, not surprised to see her fingers pressing between her thighs.

"Let me see," he grunted.

She stood in front of him, blocking his tiny view of the neighbors' patio. Naked. Her feet were wide beneath her, shamelessly rubbing her clit. Her upper arms pushed her breasts together and toward him, adding to the show. She studied his face as she touched herself. He seemed to be transfixed on her pussy and the movements of her fingers. His dick was fully erect and the tip was brushing his firm belly. There was something about his expression. She paused for a moment, flattening her hand and shielding her slit from him. The move lasted only a second, but she could see his expression change. Disappointment flashed in his eyes, then he raised them to meet hers with an unspoken question. She squatted slightly, and his eyes immediately snapped back to her crotch. She reached low and slipped a finger into her wet hole and Mickey slipped back into his trance.

Her husband was generally in complete control of every situation. Personally, he was highly disciplined. Professionally, he was a natural leader who exuded a confidence that brought a level of stability to every situation that he encountered. He was never at a loss for words. Never unsure about the next step. He was, in every way, in complete control of himself and his responsibilities.

At least until now. Or maybe she had just never noticed it before. It was almost as though she held some sort of power over him. She turned and faced the fence. It was dark now and there was no way to see anything on the other side, save for a slight glow emanating from their hot tub. She bent at the waist, thrusting her ass toward her husband. She moved her feet farther apart as she did, which allowed her to return her hand to her aroused puss. She began to touch herself again, for both of their benefits.

It didn't take long before Mickey stood. Placing a hand on each hip, he guided his erection to the top of the cleft of her ass. Then he began a slow, even thrusting rhythm, as though he were fucking her crack. She felt his balls push against her wetness, then retreat before repeating the process. Bit by bit he increased the pace, right up to the point that she was sure that was about to unload on her back.

"Wait," he gasped, releasing his grip and dropping back into the chair. "Not like that. Not yet. Besides, I want to be prepared for the show."

"They were out here a lot earlier last night," Kate whispered.

"I know," he admitted. "But let's give it a few more minutes.

They gave it just over an hour. But an hour that passed very quickly as they found creative ways to pleasure one another. Mickey's big toe had been pressed into Kate's opening causing to her squirm in a most pleasant way when he decided to stand to see if he could continue to get her off with his foot while she blew him. As he did, the light in the room next door came on. They froze for an instant, and then Mickey slowly sat down as Kate pulled herself close to his thighs and settled back into her cushion on the patio floor. A few seconds later the patio was awash with light and the sliding door was opening.

Their view was limited, but they could see the wall of the building and a good portion of the hot tub. A man stepped through the door first followed by a petite woman who held his hand. She had short dark hair, wearing a slight halter top and colorful wrap around her hips and legs. A tall, lanky black man followed close behind her. The couple moved beyond the opening, out of sight, but their guest leaned on the tub within the view of the peeping couple.

Mickey instinctively leaned back in his chair, doing his best to stay out of sight; his dick growing with anticipation. He hoped that somehow he would be able to see the beautiful young woman exposing herself to the black man. But rather than the husband ordering her to strip, the script changed.

"Go to him. He wants to touch you," he said.

The voyeurs watched eagerly as the woman stepped into view, approaching the man. She stood in front of him, obediently. He seemed as though he wasn't sure what to do.

"She's yours," the husband said. "Use her however you want."

The man stood, towering above her, and took her into his arms. He pulled her close, and she looked over her shoulder toward her husband, smiling. "He's big. I mean, he's tall, but he's big!"

The man was tall enough that she probably felt his erection against her flat tummy. Or maybe just beneath her breasts.

"Strip her," David instructed. "But let me see."

The man compliantly turned the woman toward her husband, then reached down and tugged at her top which fell away easily. Her firm breasts glowed in the soft patio light, capped with pink nipples that extended into the night air. He cupped her breasts from below, pinching her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. She smiled and rolled her head back into his chest. His hands found the knot on the wrap and made short work of it, exposing her shaved pussy as it fell away. She kicked the fabric away, along with her sandals, allowing her husband and neighbors to drink in the full view.

She turned to the man again, rising on her toes to kiss him sensuously on the lips. He sat to improve her access. Even from their limited viewpoint, Mickey and Kate could see her tongue pushing past his lips. His hands slid up her body as he explored her tiny frame. When they reached her breasts they nearly disappeared behind his large black hands. She let him play for a minute before guiding him back to his feet, allowing her to tug at his buckle and unbutton the waist of his pants. The zipper followed as he pulled his shirt over his head.

Kate heard herself gasp as the man's penis sprung into view. It was noticeably larger than the one she had seen on the beach yesterday. And it was still somewhat flaccid.

"Told you!" Michelle smiled again at her husband as she wrapped her small fingers around his shaft, stepping to her right to be sure that her husband could see. The man turned with her, allowing Mickey and Kate to see it from the side. It was growing in her hand. She released it long enough to retrieve two seat cushions, stacking them in front of her guest. She grinned and flashed her eyebrows at her husband.

"Wish me luck," she giggled before turning to face the growing shaft.

She took it into her hand and studied it for a second, lifting it and cupping his balls with her other hand as though she were weighing them. Then she gently stroked the length of it twice before aiming the large circumcised head at her mouth. Her tongue flicked from her lips, brushing his hole. Then again, tasting his dark skin. She raised the shaft once more, allowing her tongue to flutter the entire length, from his head to his balls and back again.

Kate was amazed to see that it was still growing. There was still a decided arc to its shape, so she knew he wasn't fully hard yet. It was difficult for her to believe that it could become any more imposing than it already was. The head was slightly thicker than the rest of his dick and watching as the woman opened her mouth wide to take it almost seemed painful to her. But the woman took him fairly easily. At first she bobbed slightly on the dick, but soon the man placed one hand on either side of her head and began to thrust.

"Yeah," David's voice broke the silence. "She loves having her mouth fucked. Says it makes her feel like a slut."

Michelle pulled away from the cock. "You don't have to tell everything you know," she teased before opening wide again. The stranger filled her tiny mouth immediately. And Mickey watched as he seemed to go deeper with every thrust. He measured the wetness on his stiff cock each time he withdrew. Mickey's own dick was rigid now, but he was afraid to touch it. He didn't want to cum yet.

A chair scraped the concrete and David appeared, approaching the man with a condom, then turned to his wife. He helped her to her feet and kissed her. Then, gently bending her at the waist, he placed her hands on the tub's ledge. He sat down, inches from her head, allowing him to see what was about to unfold. The man stepped behind her, now out of Mickey and Kate's view, but there was no question about what he was doing.

They knew the instant his head began to push its way into her. Her eyes and mouth opened wide and she appeared not to breathe. She stood completely still, letting the man find his place. After a few seconds, she closed her eyes, her forehead knotted in an expression of painful consideration. Eventually, a smile followed and her body began to rock at a slow, even pace. Kate could nearly feel him filling her.