Watching Them Watching Us

Scene: a suite at a nice hotel. A suite, because it has a separate living area with a sofa, armchairs, bedroom. We arrive early afternoon and as soon as we enter the room, you turn to me and I kiss you, stroking you hair, your back, the curve of your bottom. I brush your nipples through the soft, flimsy material of your top, before slipping my hand under your skirt and cupping the soft warm mound of your sex. I can feel your heat, I know you're wet. I'm hard and you firmly stroke me through my jeans, we're teasing each other.

They arrive, early evening. They look good, warm smiles, carefully dressed, smelling good. There's a sense of excited tension, of unspoken desire. You and I settle into the sofa, they take the armchairs. We pour some drinks, turn on the soft lamps, play The XX. We chat about nothing, the real communication is subliminal, subconscious.

As we talk, I have my arm around you, stroking your arm, your hair, just low key, but intimate, warm, loving. From your body language, I'll judge how much further I should go. If you're snuggling into me, kissing me, being a little bit demonstrative and affectionate, I'll continue caressing you. We'll still be talking, but my focus is on you. There will be a gradual transition from all of us talking together, to me gently cupping your breast as we kiss, stroking and teasing your nipple through your top. They will be watching avidly, but without making it too obvious. For me and you, it's about you and me. Sharing the eroticism and intimacy of our sex with others will intensify and extend it for us.

You lean back into the sofa and trust me to manage things. I'm super-perceptive to the signals you give off, your body language, the sounds you make, everything. I hook your leg over mine, so I can caress your inner thigh, eventually sliding your skirt up to reveal your knickers. There's a strong sense of the surreal, the conversation is drying up, they're watching, sipping their drinks.

We don't notice, focusing on each other. I gently stroke you through the thin silky fabric of your knickers, kissing you, encouraging you, loving you. When I feel the movement of your hips pushing up to meet my finger tips, when I feel your knickers are wet, I gently pull them to one side. Now, for the first time, after all the talking and fantasising, we've all arrived at a moment of truth.

You're stroking the obvious bulge in my pants, as I'm gently sliding my finger up and down the slick wetness of your vulva. They can clearly see the beautiful nakedness of your sex, as my fingers dip into you. Your eyes are closed, you're moaning, giving yourself to me, urging me to give you more. Across the room, his erection is easy to see, she's caressing her own nipples through her top. She's wet, you're wet, I'm hard, he's hard.

I stand up, gently pull you up, and lead you to the bed. They'll watch from there, for now. You're facing me, with your back to them. We kiss, stroke and caress each other, as we always do. I ease your top off and unclip your bra. You pull my shirt off. I've pulled your skirt up, holding your bottom, fingering you under your knickers. You undo my belt and pull my jeans off. You step out of your skirt and I roll your knickers down, displaying your beautiful body to them. We're almost completely lost in the moment, yet aware of another dimension to this familiar situation.

You're caressing my rock-hard cock through my pants, finally freeing it as you pull them down and I step out of them. We're both naked in front of them, but both completely secure with each other. We're just doing what we've done so many times before, but with the exhibitionist's delight of showing something secret. There's music, but no conversation. When you kneel on the floor before me, they can see my hard cock, see you gently, lovingly take it into your mouth, licking, sucking, pleasuring. The intensity of the moment and the soft wet warmth of your mouth is almost too much to bear, so I reluctantly stop you, pulling you to your feet, onto the bed. As you do so, you look over at them.

She's straddling him, her skirt, knickers discarded on the floor. His hands caresess her bottom, they're kissing deeply. As she leans forward, she reveals the pink lips of her sex, glistening and shiny. His cock is thick and hard with desire, straining to penetrate her. We feel good to be displaying ourselves, and to see the effect on them. It turns us on to see them so aroused and it encourages us to go further. There's a sense of freedom, like being naked on the beach, but with an erotic illicitness that thrills and excites us.

You lay on your back, sideways on to them, opening your legs for me. I take my time in penetrating you. I want her to see my cock. I want her to want it. I want him to want you. I want them to watch me slide into you in a single, deep, slow thrust, easily lubricated, causing us both to moan. You pull your knees up and I begin to fuck you deep and slow. We kiss deeply, caressing each other, doing what we always do. I'm quietly talking to you, telling you what they're doing, telling you how much I love you, adore you. As I turn you over onto your tummy, we hear her moan as he penetrates her. The sight of them fucking, so aroused, watching us closely, is hugely exciting for us. I fuck you slow and deep, supporting myself on my outstretched arms, so the only part of me in contact with you is my hard cock, slipping into the soft yielding wetness of your sex, below the roundness of your beautiful bottom.

From the side, this is an incredibly erotic view, and we tease them with it for several minutes before I pull you up onto your hands and knees. I fuck you, gradually harder and deeper. Although I'm concentrating on you, I'm loving the experience of deliberately displaying myself, my cock hard and wet with your lubrication, and of displaying you, so gorgeous, the curves of your body, the slick wet nakedness of your sex. They've changed positions. She's kneeling on the chair facing us, he's standing behind her, between her legs, holding her hips and we watch the ecstasy on her face as he fucks her slow, deep. Her breathing is short, tight, mouth open, holding the chair tight as his pace increases, her hair swinging across her face in time with the movement of her body.

We watch, enthralled, as her orgasm builds. She comes hard, a loud, urgent cry of a fantasy fulfilled. She's beautiful in the deep swirling mist of her ecstasy. We're wildly turned on by their extreme arousal and the sharing of such incredible intimacy. I pull out of you and lay on my back. You immediately turn and sit astride me. The build up to your orgasm is obvious and compelling, sweeping them helplessly along. It takes just a couple of minutes for you to come, as I gently but firmly squeeze your nipples and hold your bottom, pulling you onto me. They can clearly see my cock slipping in and out of your sex, both of us glistening with our own lubrication. They can smell our sex and hear your moaning, my urging, watching those final tight, urgent intense moments of fucking until wave after wave of your orgasm washes over you, and as you come, he comes too, not trying to hide the visceral sound, a release from deep within. For me, the breathtaking eroticism of your and their orgams is too much and as you take me in your mouth, gently but urgently sucking and licking the inevitable release from my balls, I come hard, holding your head, my fingers interlaced with your hair, loving you, watching them watching us.