Part Two: Being Watched (Unexpected Chemistry)
[Note: This is a continuation of the story that began with "Watching and Being Watched, Pt. 1." You do not need to have read Part 1, but it may provide some helpful context.]
Caitlin
It was a couple of weeks after our encounter with Ted and Ellen. Holly had checked in with us the day after, just to make sure we were okay and that we had had a good time. That was part of their policy, and they wanted to make sure we had been treated okay by Ted and Ellen, and hadn't been coerced or made uncomfortable. She also said to let her know if we were open to future engagements and if so, what we might be interested in, but I was relieved that she didn't give us a sales pitch.
Logan and I talked about it, of course, but we couldn't make up our minds. He'd be open to anything, I knew, but I couldn't decide. I liked the video idea, which was where all of this started, with Shannon and Mark, but I wasn't sure I was ready for that, yet. I wanted to get used to the idea of being watched, I think, so the two-way mirror room was appealing, since we wouldn't know for sure if anyone would be watching, but would just know that they might be. But then I would think, we might go through all of that and no one would be there. Of course, we wouldn't know, because the club policy is that they don't tell us. I mean, I would enjoy the sex, of course, but part of the thrill is knowing someone is there, watching.
Before our own experience with Ted and Ellen, I would never have imagined myself wanting to be seen having sex. But Logan and I were both so turned on, being there, and afterward, I kept imagining how it must have been for Ted and Ellen. What it must have felt like for them--for her--being eaten out and fucked while another couple watched.
And played with each other. Don't forget that. I shivered each time I thought of it, and felt a tingle between my legs.
Then Logan got a text from Holly asking him to call her. She said she wanted to meet with us. Not for an "engagement," she hastened to say, just to talk about a request. We arranged to meet with her after work on Friday.
Holly greeted us, offered us coffee or juice, asked how we were doing, and then came to the point. "Normally, we wouldn't reach out to you, since you only had the one engagement with us, and we never try to sell our members, but this was a bit of an unusual request."
She went on, "As you know, we try to match people whom we think might be a good fit for each other. And as we explained when you first came in, we don't use computer algorithms for that. My partners and I review the information you shared about yourselves and your interests, and we also observe you closely when you meet with us. And with first-timers, we follow up with the other couple to see how things went. Not to know what went on inside the room," she added quickly, " because that is private. But just to know how you got along with them, their impressions in the pre-meeting and after the engagement, and so on."
Logan and I looked at each other. "Okay...," he said. We weren't sure where this was going.
"Some of our members are strongly exhibitionist, some more on the voyeur side. With some couples, it's a strong preference, and with others they could go either way but tend to lean one way or another. We got the sense that the two of you, at least as a couple, may be more on the fence, and that might be why it's hard for you to decide on possible next steps. It sounds like you enjoyed watching Ted and Ellen, but I'm remembering that all of this started because of a video two of your friends made, also members, and that you had some interest in making one yourself..."
"Well," I started to interject, but she held up a hand. "Not yet, of course, if at all. And that's not where I'm going with this. The thought was that you've tried watching, and apparently enjoyed it, and now maybe you want to try being watched, and see how that goes. And normally, we'd stay in the background and let you figure that out for yourselves. But we have a couple who might be a good match for you, if you decided you wanted to let them share in your erotic play--strictly as observers, of course. But it would be up to you."
Logan and I looked at each other again. I felt butterflies in my stomach. Were we ready to take this next step?
Holly saw the look, and continued. "You don't have to make any decisions now, of course. We would never put you in that position. I simply wanted to put it out there for consideration, because my partners and i think you might be what this couple is looking for. They are definitely on the voyeur side of things." She chuckled. "So you wouldn't have to worry about them getting into the act, so to speak."
I took a deep breath. "Okay," I said. "Thanks for sharing that. I think we'd like to give it some thought, if that's okay."
"Of course, of course," Holly assured us. "Take your time. The thing is... "
"Is there a time limit?" Logan asked.
"Oh no, not at all. Well, I mean if you wanted to take years to decide, that would probably not work. But you see..." she hesitated again. "As you know, we primarily cater to couples."
"Yes, that was made clear," I said.
"And 'couples' come in different configurations." She let that hang in the air for a moment. "Not all are straight." And, as various images began to flow through my mind, she went on. "The couple we are talking about are two women."
"Ummm... " I started, but wasn't sure where to go from there.
"I just had to put that out there, because we don't want anyone to be surprised or shocked when they come for an engagement. So I needed you to know that as you take time to consider the offer, but also to know if it's a deal breaker. Because if it is, just say so, and we will consider the matter closed, with no judgments."
"Ummm... " I said again, stupidly. Before I could corral my whirling thoughts, Logan spoke up. "Okay, thank you. We appreciate your candor. We'll think about it," and stood up to go. I lamely stood up, also.
"Uhh, yes, we'll think about it and get back to you," I finally got out, nodding, and then followed Logan out the door.
Holy crap!
****
In the car, as Logan began to drive home, I felt numb, and was silent for several miles. "Holy shit," I finally said, upgrading (or downgrading) my former "Holy crap!" thought. "What was that?"
"Yeah, I sure wasn't expecting that," Logan answered, but I immediately started thinking that he was probably loving the idea. Two gay women? Two lesbians? In the room with us watching us fuck? Or whatever? What was that going to look like? What would they be doing? Eating each other out? 69'ing while Logan and I fucked? Fucking each other with a two-headed dildo?
Oh, dear, where was all of this trash imagery coming from? Get a grip, girl! And be quiet down there!, I mentally shouted at my pussy. Because as I was thinking of all these scary girl-girl porn images, I felt a pulse in my clit, and I had no idea where THAT was coming from.
At home, we talked about it, of course, and I was like, no way. I was willing to bet that Logan was probably fantasizing a mile a minute, and that his cock was probably already hard, but I also knew him well enough to know that he was going to keep his mouth shut and not seem too enthusiastic. That was something he'd learned as we'd been together for awhile, when to hold his tongue... apart from when he was going down on me, of course.
Again with the unbidden erotic thoughts!
He finally spoke up, saying, "We don't have to make a decision tonight. Let's just sleep on it and see how we feel in the morning."
That seemed like a good idea. Going to bed, I could tell he was turned on by the idea, and he started making a move, but I said, "Let's just sleep on it and see how we feel in the morning." His exact words, back at him. Let him think about that!
He reluctantly turned on his side and after awhile, went to sleep. I was awake, my mind whirling. Not wanting to admit that I might be willing to go through with this.
Eventually I drifted off. At some point, before it started getting light, I dreamed, and it was a wild one. First, it was Logan and I. We were fucking, and then somehow, via dream magic, we were 69'ing. He was licking my pussy, and I had his cock all the way down my throat, was deep-throating him without any effort, no gagging. It was wonderful. I never deep-throated for real. I suck him sometimes, probably less than he would want, and less than he goes down on me, because he likes cunnilingus so much, but I do it now and then, but until that time at the club, never let a guy cum in my mouth. And I even swallowed!
In the dream, I'm deep-throating him, and I'm starting to get off, and just as I start to cum, his cock has become a pussy! He's still Logan, so it's not a change of partners, but it's Logan with a pussy, and it's really juicy, and I'm lapping up the juices like crazy and I am about to have the biggest orgasm of my life and--
--And I wake up! Omigod, that was intense, and my clit is still throbbing, and I realize I'm creaming in my panties, and Logan is sleeping soundly, and the only thing to do is slide my hand underneath my panties and give myself some relief. At the first touch of my finger, I feel a jolt and I throw caution to the winds and start rubbing my clit really fast, just desperate for release, not caring if Logan wakes up, which is not like me at all. I come on my fingers, really hard, shaking, and my shaking must have shaken the bed enough to wake Logan, and I turn to him and plead, "Please, fuck me."
He might have been dreaming, too, because he's already hard, and it's just starting to get light now as he rolls on top of me. I reach into the fly of his shorts and pull out his cock and just pull the crotch of my panties to the side, and he takes the hint and in a moment, he's filling me and we're both still in our underwear. I'm so wet that he slides in easily and I gasp loudly. My hands are on his ass urging him on and then as he leans back slightly, I take both his hands and place them over my tits (like Ted and Ellen did, though I don't think about this until later). My nipples are so hard they are almost painful and as he tweaks them, it's like an electric current right down to my clit, which is still sensitive from my recent climax.
He keeps thrusting into me and I'm raising my hips to meet his and the bed is creaking and we're both moaning and I can hear his cock sloshing in my juices. I know he's about to come and it's all right, I'm not sure I can come again from the penetration, but I'm still feeling the contractions from coming on my fingers, and it's a nice warm glow, and I'm enjoying his thrusts into me even if they don't bring an orgasm. And I look up at him and can tell he's trying to hold back, and I say (because he likes dirty talk), "It's okay... cum in me... cum in my hot pussy," and he does, shuddering.
After I climax, I like to have something--have him--in me, because the orgasm makes my pussy feel tighter. As I've gotten a little older, I don't have the muscle tone I used to have down there. Logan is too much of a gentleman to say anything, but I know he must feel it. But after I come, it feels more snug to me, so he has to feel the difference. It's like the climax makes my pussy ten years younger! So I enjoy that.
At breakfast, I find out that he was hard because he had indeed been awakened by my frantic self-abuse and pretended to be asleep so that he could witness the conclusion, because that's long been a fantasy of his, and one that I don't realize for him. Well, not before this morning.
