When I had first met Beth, my wife's roommate while at college, I truly didn't like her. She was from a rich family and had always been given everything. Convertible sports car, the best clothes, lots of spending money, everything. She was aloof towards me, as if she tolerated me only for the sake of my wife's friendship.
I only met her a few times, and then my wife and I had moved across the country. They kept in touch by mail, and I heard about Beth on a regular basis when my wife read her letters. As far as I was concerned, that was close enough for me.
So it came as a bit of a surprise one summer day when my wife told me that Beth was coming out for a week long visit. "She phoned this morning to say that she was passing through here on her way to the coast, and asked if she could stay a while. And she's bringing her fiancé.”
Great! Just what I needed to make my summer complete. Chances were, this fiancé was just as spoiled and snotty as she was. I had a mental picture of my wife and Beth chatting away about their college days, and this guy asking me what clubs I belonged to, and where I had wintered last year. Christ, I was lucky to work out at the "Y" once in a while. I had wintered right here in good old freezing cold Winnipeg, on the bald Canadian Prairie.
“I have to work until Friday” my wife continued, “so could you do me a favour and show them around during the day?” Knowing that there was really no reason for me to say no, I agreed. I wondered what I could possibly do to keep them amused.
They showed up on a Wednesday afternoon. Beth was as attractive as ever. Tall and slim, she was no raving beauty, but there was something about her which attracted me in spite of her attitude. She had light brown hair pulled back in a pony tail, which highlighted her face. Her gray-green eyes seemed to look through me, and her pert upturned nose twitched when she said hello. Only her mouth showed signs of being happy to see me, but maybe it was more of a sneer than a smile. She was dressed in a light cotton blouse and jogging shorts. Her breasts pressed against the fabric of her shirt, and I could just see the outline of her nipples. She caught me staring, and those cool eyes crinkled in amusement.
The fiancé was a surprise! Tim was a big blond farm boy who had met her at a horse show, where he was a groomer for one of her horses. A pleasant guy, not too bright, but cheerful. I couldn't figure out what she saw in him.
That evening, after a surprisingly amicable dinner and a few bottles of wine, we retired early. Beth and Tim slept in our spare room, next to my office, at the end of the hall at the opposite end from our bedroom. My wife was soon out like a light, and I was just about to give in to the Sandman, when I heard the unmistakable sounds of Beth moaning. Right away, my prick started rising under the covers. I knew what they were doing. I could picture her on her back, her legs wide open and drawn back, as Tim pounded his cock into her. I looked over at my wife. Her breathing was regular and heavy. Rising carefully out of bed, I made my way, naked, in the dark to the door of their room.
I could hear everything now. The bed they were in was old, and the springs were singing rhythmically. The headboard was a little loose, and it was bang, bang, banging against the wall. They were trying to be quiet, but I could hear every word and sigh of pleasure. "Oh, Tim, yes. Oh, God, your cock is so big. Oh, fuck. Uhh, uhh, uhh." My erection, which had subsided during the trip down the hall, was now hard as a bar of iron. She was trying to whisper, but failing. At every stroke, the headboard went "bump', and Beth and the springs squealed in unison.
My left hand was by now wrapped tightly around my engorged cock, and I was pumping for all I was worth. I closed my eyes and imagined the scene behind the thin plywood door. He was over her, his muscular body moving like a stallions. Beth was writhing with pleasure, her head rolling from side to side. I pictured her hips pumping up to match his every thrust. The headboard was now thunking loudly She soon started to come, a long, piercing wail which got louder as it went on. I couldn’t hold back either, and I came with a loud grunt as I spurted on the hallway carpet. There was a silence on the other side of the door, then a whisper and Beth giggling. Damn! Did she know I was listening? I tiptoed into the bathroom, grabbed some toilet paper, and hastily wiped the carpet before sneaking back into my room.
Next morning, after my wife left for work, I got dressed and went to the kitchen to make breakfast for the three of us. They came in about half an hour later. Tim was nonchalant, and I didn't know if he was aware of my listening. But Beth knew! Every time I looked at her, she was appraising me with those cool gray-green cat eyes. She would half smile, as if quietly laughing at what she was doing to me. Her hair was again tied back in a pony tail, and she had on a light T-shirt and those jogging shorts again. She looked like a spoiled preppy student.
All day, as I showed them around town, Beth kept giving me brief glimpses of her breasts and crotch. She would get out of the back seat of the car, spreading her legs as she did so, allowing me to look right up the leg of her shorts. The second time she did this, I caught sight of a few stray pubic hairs and the pout of her outer pussy lips. She wasn't wearing any panties! She would bend down at opportune times, giving me a clear view of her small, firm breasts, unencumbered by a brassiere. Once, she was in front of me in a lineup for a museum. She "accidentally" backed up, pressing the firm round globes of her ass into my crotch. I had a semi-hardon all day, and she must have felt it, because she turned around and smiled at me. "Sorry," she said, those eyes staring into mine.
Tim was blissfully unaware of her increasingly blatant flirting. By four o’clock, the day was hot and sticky, so I took them to a local bar for a cold one, and he went off to the washroom. The bar was cool, and Beth's nipples were two dark points outlined against her shirt. She looked at me over her beer glass. "I turn you on, don't I?" she asked. "Ah, well, ah that is.." was all I could stammer. She put her glass down. "I know I do. You were outside our door last night, and I know what you were doing. I guess we're a little loud." I didn't say anything. I couldn't think of how to answer her. She smiled again. "Would you like to watch us?" "Pardon?" Had I heard her right? "Would you like to watch what you have been hearing? You've been staring at me all day, and it's the least I can do for teasing you."
