We'd had some risqué good time with our friends Joe and Mary before but nothing serious. They knew we were "adventurous" sexually and that we found them attractive, but we knew they were both pretty conservative and were happy to keep our relationship at the "good friends and innocent flirtations" stage. They're still not swinging sex fiends and I'm sure I'll never experience the thrill of Joe's long, slender cock sliding deep into my ass while my husband pumps away in my other hole, nor taste that delicious mixture of cock and pussy juice as I munch on Mary's freshly-fucked cunt, but at least now I know they fantasize about the same things.
This special evening started out pretty much like any other evening out with friends. We caught an early showing of the latest action/horror flick (neither Mary or I is much into "chick" movies) then ate a wonderful meal at a local Italian restaurant. We all drank a little too much wine both before and after dinner but that wasn't anything new. Even Joe's comments about my "fuck me" pumps as we walked through the parking lot and Mary loudly showing more thigh than necessary as she climbed into the car were about par for the course.
Joe and Mary offered to split one more bottle of wine at their place before we walked home (we only live a couple blocks away) and even that wasn't too unusual. But as Mark and I got ever more touchy-feely on the loveseat their appreciative yet reluctant glances seemed to grow more appreciative and less reluctant.
Now, Mark and I don't like to make people feel awkward and, true to form, we got up to leave before things really got out of hand. But this time Joe and Mary didn't crack jokes about our insatiable sexual appetites as they saw us to the door. Instead they told us to hold on a second and slipped into the kitchen, leaving us standing awkwardly in the living room. Less than a minute later they walked back into the room with shy, dopey grins on their faces and said they'd really enjoy it if we just sat back down on the loveseat and picked up where we left off.
We were floored, to say the least.
Not wanting to cross that magical (and often stupid, IMO) boundary between friends and lovers we said we'd need more data before making an informed decision on how best to proceed. So we all sat back down and they explained how they had turned into closet voyeurs in the last few months.
When we'd all first met a couple years before Mary and Joe had been married for a little under two years and Mark and I were engaged. Open folks that we are, they soon learned of our "loose morals," as Joe likes to teasingly call them. Not too long thereafter they had a long, serious talk about their sex life and their lives in general and decided that they were "monogamous in body, if not in spirit." They only wanted to sleep with each other but fantasy and role-playing would allow them to sleep with "anyone and everyone."
For the next year or so they were "virtual sluts". Mary laughed about the month she tried to play all the roles from that '80s song, "SEX" by Berlin, without telling Joe what her inspiration was. In Joe's words: "it was a hell of a lot of fun but got a little strange when she started into the second refrain." (I'm a boy... I'm your mother...)
As in any strong relationship, they continued to communicate, making sure they were both still happy with how things were going. Happily they were both ecstatic and couldn't imagine anything that could possibly improve or fire up their sex life any more. Then Mary went to a bachelorette party.
Hoping to imitate the bachelor party that was taking place that same night, the organizers hired a male stripper and rented a couple of pornos. The first video was a typical bad hardcore sex flick - no plot, poor production values, lame sex scenes, and to top it off "the girls were all silicone bimbos and the only guy was fat and ugly!" But the second one really fired up Mary's imagination.
It was a well-made softcore movie called "The Chambermaid" or something like that. The plot revolved around a maid at a small, luxurious hotel who pleasured herself while watching the guests through the keyholes in the antique doors. Mary said, "it was beautiful and so erotic. In the first scene a young honeymooning couple makes slow, gentle love in the moonlight.
As the movie progresses the sex acts become more intense, more extreme, more kinky. The next afternoon the maid follows the young couple on a walk into a nearby forest and watches as they make fierce animal love on the rocky ground. In the last scene the maid kneels down by her favorite room - that of the honeymooning couple - and again peers through the keyhole. The young woman is naked on the bed, caressing herself. Suddenly the view goes dark, then the door opens and the young man practically trips over the maid as she sprawls in the doorway.
"The maid fears the worst but rather than report her to the hotel manager the man invites her to sit in a chair by the bed. There she can get a better view of the proceedings and not have to worry about someone discovering her crouching in the hallway. And that's how it ends - she just watches the couple engage in a couple more sexual acts but never joins in."
[Incidentally, if anyone knows the real name of this movie or knows of others like it please let me know. Mary doesn't feel comfortable asking the party hostess and we haven't been able to find it anywhere.]
Mary was so turned on she rushed home after the party, woke Joe up by sucking his cock erect, then fucked his brains out. Naturally, Joe decided fanning the flames of Mary's new-found passion was in his best interest so he tried incorporating an element of voyeurism into their fantasy play. He masturbated on the bed, pretending he didn't know she was there as Mary watched from the darkened hall outside their bedroom. They rented other pornos and tried to imagine they were watching actual people rather than just the TV.
It was during an enjoyable but not mind-blowing fantasy session that Joe first asked Mary if she would get off watching me and Mark in action. Just the thought apparently turned her crank enough to bring on her first orgasm of the evening. They spent the next couple of weeks trying to figure out a way to broach the subject and still didn't have a firm plan in mind when we got up to leave that night. Their quick kitchen discussion had gone something like "should we just come right out and ask them?" "I dunno, we don't want to freak them out." "Come on, it's Mark and Robin we're talking about. Even if they don't want to do it they'll probably go home and fantasize about it all night." "Ha, you're right. Fuck it, let's ask them to stay."
So they did, and we did.
Mark and I collapsed back onto the loveseat and were soon back in our compromising positions. I was slouched down so far my butt was almost off the edge of the cushion and my long skirt was bunched up above my knees. Mark caressed my bare legs (I was cursing myself for not wearing a garter and stockings that night) and slowly worked my skirt ever higher. Meanwhile I was trying to find his nipples through his shirt with my teeth. Every time I'd try to unbutton the shirt Mark would slap my hands away and say "not so fast you horny slut," which made Joe and Mary laugh out loud.
Getting frustrated with that approach I soon started playing with my own nipples and unbuttoning my own blouse instead. Mark didn't seem to have a problem with that action and, since I wasn't wearing a bra, I was soon topless. Mark's roaming fingers had reached the edges of my pussy and I didn't want him to stop there so I kicked off my heels and tried to squirm down onto his fingers but Mark told me to put my shoes back on and dance for him.
One of our many favorite fantasies has me in the role of a topless dancer doing a table dance for a strange man. It sounded like a logical choice to perform before a live audience but I was a little hesitant. I knew my "dancing" turned Mark on but I'd never done it in front of anybody else and I was kind of nervous. Pretty funny, coming from somebody who will take off her clothes at the drop of a hat regardless of who's around!
But one glance at Joe and Mary and I knew laughing at me would be the farthest thing from their minds. They were sitting a not-quite-respectable distance apart on the sofa and were both groping themselves through their clothes. I'm sure if I'd looked their way for more than a split second they both would have frozen and turned beet red.
With renewed confidence I stood up and faced Mark, slowly sliding my hands up my thighs and under my skirt. As I caressed the smooth skin on my legs and ass I knew my friends were getting as good a show as Mark was and it was only going to get better! After doing the bump and grind with myself for a few minutes I slid out of my skirt and started rubbing my naked body against my fully clothed husband. I leaned over and pressed my breasts against his face, then put one leg up on the back of the loveseat and tried to do the splits right over his crotch.
Not actually being in a restrictive topless club, Mark was free to feel me up and I shuddered as his hand brushed my engorged clit. I turned around, stradled his legs and bent over, pushing my ass back into his face. Joe and Mary were still fully dressed, though somewhat more dishevelled, and I think I heard them both moan as I squeezed my dangling breasts and tugged on my own nipples.
