The next month or two was extremely busy on both our counts. We both had freelance projects we were working on, family obligations and just general life that gotten the way of our playtime. We had made time for a few episodes here and there, but we were both stretched for time. It had been couple of weeks since our last encounter when the app notification buzzed.
"Hey, so, Tim is going north to visit my in-laws for the long weekend. I still have some work to do, so I'm not going. You?" Annabelle messaged.
"Your kidding me." Serendipitously our timing had aligned. "Carol is away on business this weekend. I had some things too, but...Playtime?" I sent a message back. Crazy really, I hadn't had a moment to myself in a while.
"Fuck YES! Friday night, eight?"
"I'll be knocking"
It was a few days away, but I was looking forward to it, in the way you looked forward to a concert or a play you'd been dying to see. She seemed excited too. Although I felt a bit of apprehension.
Friday finally rolled around and the day had flew past when the app buzzed.
"Hey, it's my turn right, to pick. I have something a little special...teeheee cya in a few!" I read her message as my wife pulled away in the Uber.
"Sounds spectacular." It actually scared me a bit.
I put on a jacket, one of the few designer pieces I owned. I don know, I thought it should be a little special. Not that is was going to on for long I thought. I went out the my door and knocked softly. I didn't hear the telltale sound of her heels walking down the hall. Ever since I confessed to liking heels, she made a point to wear them, at least to start out. I heard the lock fall open and the door open. She ushered me in quickly and she stood in the small vestibule of the apartment, wrapped in a silken, white robe.
"Don't you look nice...You ready!" she asked. And she let the robe she was wearing to fall off her shoulders, showing me a bit of her white sheer bra. Below the short robe were her legs sheathed in white nylon thigh highs. "I know you like white." she said smiling broadly. "Lets start out kind of chill. I have some wine waiting. I like that there is no rush, right?" She asked.
"Yeah, it's kind of nice really." I said.
"Maybe we can sit and talk for a little bit. We really haven't hung out in a while. I have a few things to to tell you too. Well, I guess show you really." And she began saunter down the hallway. Her shoulders now bare, the robe still pinched loosely at the waist and her gate seemed a little off.
We both sat on the couch, she poured some red wine from a bottle sitting on the coffee table. When she sat, she writhed a little to get comfortable.
"You like my legs? I know you have a thing, I hope you don't mind."
"No, no, you look great. Really. So, what did you have to tell me?" I asked, rather dying to know.
"Well, I've been a little busy the past few weeks. And not just with work." And she looked down a the floor, suddenly a little uncomfortable. "I've been, um, working on something, and, um, exploring things a bit."
"Do tell."
Well, all this has, you know, opened me up to things." She stammered. "A new way of thinking about things, um, like what gets me off. I mean, you know, watching all this porn, and sharing it with someone, has given me the, courage, yeah, courage to think about different things. Like I love Tim, but..."
"The sex isn't the best." I added as if finishing her sentence, "I get it, my mind, my fantasies go way past what Carol can probably even imagine."
"Ugh, yeah right!" She emphatically agreed. "I mean, I keep wondering why, um, why we do this little thing that we do? Um, I even have a hard time saying it. Why do we masturbate together and watch porn. We're friends, but, well, its not like we are hanging out watching baseball. Why do you think we take these crazy chances? Just. To. Watch. Porn. I'm mean its a blast, all kinds of fun really, but..."
"Well, I think part of it is right there, what you said. It's fun. And we get to share this with someone. Because its not something that can often be shared. It probably should be with our significant others, but that's really not really going to happen. I think we go to great lengths to make sure some lines are not crossed. But really, um well, we certainly are crossing lines." I said, not sure where we were going with this. I was seated across from a half naked woman trying to justify this whole thing.
"Hmmm and that is part of the real turn on too right. It's kinda wrong. I watch porn with a guy, who I get to watch stroke his cock while we watch and he gets to watch me orgasm as I fuck myself with my fingers. Even just describing it starts to get me going." She turned to face me on the couch, stretching one leg across the length between us, her robe opening to show her white sheer panties and one side of her robe now sliding down her arm, the areola of one breast now visible through her see through bra. "I mean watching the porn totally does it for me, I mean I come even when I'm by myself. But sitting here with you, like this, you seeing me, my body, fucking sends shivers through me. You know, your looking at me now and I know you are turned on just looking at me, right?"
"Oooh, so that's why I'm so hard..." I laughed, and she leaned over to smack me. "But yeah, it is, and we do little things to heighten our responses. You wearing the white thigh highs, me when I stay dressed except for my cock being exposed, and, I know you like watching me come, so I always let you know when I'm about to. I would love it if Carol could enjoy this, or hell join us, how wild would that be..."
"YES, or having two men jerking off near me, Man, that would be fucking awesome, But, I mean the hoops I jumped through to secretly get this stuff..." And she stopped and looked at me. "So, yeah. That's what I wanted to tell you about. Well, show you actually."
And with that she reached under the couch and pulled out a box. She sat there with it on her lap and stared at it. The robe had slipped down a bit more, the front just hanging off he edge of her other nipple. She slowly opened it and pulled out what she wanted to show me, holding it aloft in one hand.
"Well, here it is. And I've had a bit of fun with it" As she held the prick shaped rubber dildo in front of her. "Oh yes, so much fun."
"Look at fucking you! That's amazing. So, um, so you like it?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
"Fuck, yes!"
So, that's what you've been working on? I mean its not huge, but..."
"Aaaaah no, not really." Her eyes looked skyward. "So what I've been working has taking a bit of practice really."
Well...?" I asked, my curiosity heightened.
"Ummmm it's probably easier to show you." And she took a large swig from her wine glass.
Annabelle moved from her sitting position and kneeled on the sofa, ass facing me, and slowly pulled the robe off her body until her thong covered her ass was visible. She pulled away the thin piece of material with a finger to reveal the but plug that was stationed inside her ass. "This, this is what I've been working on.' She said in a muffled voice from the opposite end of the couch. "It's taken me a few weeks to be able to just keep it in me like this."
It was amazing. She just held her ass up in the air like that what seemed like an eternity, letting me just stare.
"Fuck Annabelle, that is, man, that is amazing. Really! Um, how does, how does it feel?"
"Full. Just fucking full. And great. So you like? I mean, not that that I did it for you. But is it hot?" Her head now turned toward me.
"Jesus, Annabelle yes!"
"Hmmmm good." And she sat back down. "You have no idea how sexy this makes me feel. I have a fucking butt plug up my ass! And a fucking dildo on the coffee table. Should we, ah, watch the show I've programmed for the evening?"
"Um, yes!" I stated emphatically.
"Hmmmmm, cool." She slid the white thong off and positioned herself at end end of the couch facing me with one foot on the floor and the other on the couch.
"Sooooo I hope this video is to your liking, I don't know, its defiantly a little bit crude, ok, a lot a bit crude. Its just what it is." She poked at the iPad. "And since I did this nice thing for you, you know, wearing these nice white nylons..." She paused a rubbed herself slowly from her white nylon cased foot up to her thigh. "I may have a request of you later. You think these is hot?"
"Annabelle, you know I do. Major fetish right here in front of me. Start the fucking video."
"Patience my dear man." She answered sarcastically.
And with that the tv sprang to life. I unzipped the fly and pulled my hard cock out. I knew she'd like that, just my cock out of my pants.
"Ugh, I've been watching these for a week now. I discovered them and they haven't ceased to get me wet."
The screen showed a woman kneeling the floor with a multitude of men around her. "Ok boys, gloss me!" She said emphatically. "Stroke those cocks!"
Annabelle rubbed her cunt. She had her head on the arm of the couch and opened herself up totally, butt plug glistening in the light of the tv as she watched the woman on the screen look straight at the cocks as they were stroked. "Fuck, just waiting." And she began diddling her cunt, making soft circles before plunging her fingers in. She reached over and grabbed the dildo, putting it first in her mouth to wet it, then slowly pushing it into her pussy. "Its called bukkake, fucking bukkake, uuugh....yes fuck, soooooo fucking fuuuull!" Annabelle began to move her toy in and out of her wet cunt. It was a sight. I had a hard time making myself watch what was on the screen.
"Come. On. Me." The woman screamed for the screen as the first guy began to spew his seed on her.
