We See You...
Chapter 2
Derek and Colleen, a happily married middle-aged and sexually active, monogamous couple, are caught making love just inside their front door by their new neighbors, Roger and Paula. The newcomers visit the next day, and the foursome strike up a friendship, especially the two wives. Colleen brings her husband outside for a naked romp by their pool, and after Roger returns from out of town, Derek sees the other couple fucking in their own backyard. A few days later, Paula visits Derek and tells him she and Colleen planned their exhibition, wanted to be seen naked outside by the other. Colleen and Derek invite them over for a barbecue the next day...
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Saturday morning I awoke with serious butterflies in my stomach. Both couples, both
spouses
of both couples, now knew they had been watched, by design, in their most intimate moments together. It was Colleen and Paula, our wives, who had moved things in that direction without either Roger's or my knowledge or acquiescence, and I didn't know how Roger would react. He was young, fit, and didn't strike me as someone who would necessarily be willing to watched, given the choice.
Even so, our house is built for entertaining, and we were happy to have them over. Colleen and I wore swimsuits, mine a battered old pair of faded blue trunks which outlined almost nothing, along with a Hawaiian shirt. Colleen's bikini was a friendly blend of peach and lemon colors on a field of white, the center of her bottoms was covered by a slice of peach, bright and, if it had been real, fresh and juicy. Her red hair was unbound and wild, the humid air making it fluff and expand, and her kimono, barely enough to conceal her body, was patterned in vibrant pinks and oranges that screamed wild sensuality to anyone with a pulse.
We visited the store for barbecue food first thing in the morning, and picked up four small steaks, some
brats
and rolls for the sausages. This would be supplemented with potato salad and a nice green salad with fresh avocado and plum tomatoes, and a decanter of lime vinaigrette, all chilling in the fridge.
"So, you ready for our guests?" Colleen was antsy, and I knew, despite her protestations and the eagerness she showed, that she shared my jumpiness about our little get-together.
"Babe, as I recall this was
your
idea, yours and Paula's..."
"I know, I know... Still nervous, and I know you are too."
I took her in my arms and held her close. "Babe, the worst that happens is they come over, we have a nice afternoon, nobody gets naked, and we all breathe a sigh of relief."
She grinned, nose to nose with me. "Best that happens is I get to see them fuck finally, and they get to watch
us
, unless you're suddenly unsure of your mighty sexual prowess, and prow..." My cock was restless, semi-erect and waiting for any opportunity. I felt her fingers stroke my thickening rod, her palm cradling it along its length. She sighed at the feel of it and her own surging excitement. "Feels like your
prow
is doing just fine, Derek..."
She let go of me and flopped down onto one of our big, overstuffed couches, smiling her secret smile for me. "Besides, Paula and I agreed there would be no sex before the party. Or last night. Right now, I'm very, very horny, so are you, and I'm sure they both are. If anything happens, I want us all primed and ready!"
I laughed. "You really are a wicked woman, baby. So, you're really up to another couple in the same room when we get busy?"
"I am..." Her eyes were half-open, imagining no doubt the extent of her readiness to watch real-live homemade fornication, and be watched in turn, openly and publicly.
As if on cue, we heard Paula's cadenced knock. I strode over to the door exhibiting more confidence than I felt, and opened it.
Roger also wore trunks and a Hawaiian shirt, though both were newer and had seen less use than mine. He handed me a dark glass bottle, which I accepted. Paula's outfit was a white, nearly luminous bikini, sandals, and a diaphanous white wrap around her shoulders. It had warmed up outside, and would likely near the century mark later today, the perfect weather for a dip in the pool, or a skinny-dip. I invited them in; Paula was first, darting in with a great deal of eagerness, almost scampering over to Colleen.
Roger was more subdued, as if he didn't really want to be here. I empathized, but here we were in our house, ready for the afternoon. He greeted me with a frown, and leaned over to say something. "Our wives are fucking crazy..."
I laughed in agreement, and whispered back, the noise lost in the happy chatter of the women on the couch, laughing and talking. "Not sure I'm up for this, either, buddy. I'm hoping they'll chicken out, and we'll have a nice laugh about it the next time we all go out..."
He gave me a rueful grin which faded quickly. "Better still, we never mention it again. Paula told me how she watched you and your wife by the pool, and arranged for you to catch her with me." He seemed tense, understandably. "If she hadn't told me she'd arranged it, you and I would be having a very different conversation, Derek." The set of his jaw told me I wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of that 'talk'.
"Wouldn't even have occurred to me to watch another couple...coupling." I tried to placate him, in case he was actually pissed I'd seen them, but he relaxed, his eyes no longer threatening, now that he had made his point.
He scoffed quietly. "Not your fault, bub. Our wives are crazy."
We joined them in the living room, then I remembered the bottle he'd handed me, and went to the kitchen first. Looking at the label, I was surprised to see it was plum wine from the Japanese place that was our first 'date' with them. I set it in the refrigerator for later, pulled out four small aperitif glasses, and set them on the counter. I then grabbed a handful of grapes, rinsed them, and put them in a small bowl in the freezer, better than ice cubes for a fruit wine.
There was an undertone of what I could only term as self-consciousness, or perhaps giddiness, at the foundation of our invitation and their visit. Roger remained very reserved, though cordial, while Paula and my wife exchanged nervous tittering every time they spoke, almost like schoolgirls talking about their first crushes. We talked about movies and restaurants, our work, of which Roger was the most tight-lipped. He explained almost apologetically that his duties dealt with secret matters which he couldn't reveal to civilians. The subject of sex was never broached, not even tangentially.
Our wives seemed less hyperkinetic as the afternoon progressed, but I saw Roger getting more uncomfortable; he obviously he had conflicting thoughts about the pool party, and why the women had suggested we have one. Frankly, I did too. Watching them couple in their backyard, knowing Colleen had conspired with Paula to let her spy on us, made me uneasy as well. I wondered if anything would happen, which right at the moment I judged the chances at somewhat worse than fifty-fifty. It would have been a much more relaxed visit otherwise.
Finally, when our conversation seemed to peter out,
though without our peters out
, I thought with deep irony, I sat up. "Anyone else getting hungry?" Everyone said they were, whether from hunger or a desire to do anything but dance around the reason for our invitation.
Roger and I grabbed a couple of beers, and he watched me grill the four steaks and twelve of the twenty brats; we continued to chat a little apprehensively, but less so with the women indoors. In the kitchen, Paula helped my wife prepare the salad and dice two avocados, so there was plenty for all of us; we really like avocado.
Eventually, I carried the platter of sizzling brats and steaks indoors, very aware of the potential double entendre of bringing hot meat to our wives. The salad and potato salad were on the dining room table, and the buns and condiments were on the kitchen counter.
Everyone grabbed a steak, and one or two brats in buns apiece, then we settled at the dining room table where Paula had revealed her and Colleen's naughty schemes, my wife and I across from our guests. The presence of food relaxed us all, and we started to feel more sociable and human again. I noticed Roger didn't add any steak sauce. He replied he liked the meat as God intended, cooked and ready for a knife and fork, then nodded in approval that I hadn't put anything on my steak either.
Paula and Colleen drove the conversation as we ate, but everyone loosened up, and all four of us finally looked like we were enjoying the afternoon. Colleen and I took the dishes to the sink and washed up, stacking them in the dishwasher. I put the remaining brats in a glass container in the fridge, along with the last of the potato salad, then we all went back to the living room. The sun would be up for another few hours, and Paula was the first to mention it.
"We'd love to check out your pool, guys! And we're dressed for it. It's already been a half-hour since we ate, so no cramps, right?" She stood and headed to the glass doors, drawing them apart and walking through them as we rose and followed.
Colleen caught up to Paula, and whispered something in the blonde's ear, which elicited a giggle from our guest.
I asked her a moment later what she'd whispered, and she murmured to me, "No cramps, but maybe some stiffness..." The smoky look in her eyes told me they hadn't been deterred from their plan one bit.
