"What are you doing? Be careful for God's sake!"
I could practically hear her grinning through the phone, "Don't worry Tony. I bet I can get her to squeal, I'm just have to get her back to your place."
"Well, go ahead I guess," I said with some confusion, "I can keep an eye on the two of you from across the street."
"I'll be sure to open a window."
I could see Cristine coming out of the bathroom with her phone in hand. She handled the bill and, after a short wait, Jane emerged as well. The pair made their way back outside and I followed. Once our building was in sight I hurried across the street.
During my earlier sleuthing I had discovered a building opposite ours had a faulty lock, I went in and made my way up to the rooftop. Our apartment was slightly lower than where I was standing, but there was still a pretty clear view.
The curtains were all drawn in the apartment and I silently cursed at myself. I was preparing to head back down when Christine suddenly appeared, she had given me a clear view into the room. I got down on one knee and waited.
They were drinking again, Jane had pulled some cheap wine out of the fridge and was filling a glass for each of them. They sat together on the couch and continued to talk. Cristine carefully avoided her glass.
Jane was in the middle of refilling her own glass when Christine leaned over and whispered something in her ear. Jane shook her head. Christine stayed in that position, apparently still whispering. Eventually Jane got up and entered the bedroom.
I continued to wait, shivering in the cool night air. The bedroom window was still covered so I kept my eyes on Christine. She waited for a while, then drank down her glass of wine and stood. She too made her way to the bedroom. The door closed behind her.
The curtains on the bedroom window opened, Christine was as good as her word. I could see the end of our bed from where I knelt, Jane's bare legs were visible. A moment passed before I realised the implication. Why wasn't she still wearing her jeans?
Christine walked over to the bed and put her hands down on the covers, between Jane's feet. Jane slid down the bed slightly, I could see her white cotton panties. Her panties!? I started to panic.
Christine moved her hands up my wife's legs, trailing her fingers up along the inside. She grabbed Jane's panties and dragged them down her legs. I moved closer. My wife's pussy was exposed to another woman!
The two of them seemed to be talking once more. Christine moved up the bed. Jane's legs were lifted, in a second they were draped over Christine's shoulders. Christine moved her head between Jane's thighs.
I knelt there silently and watched as my Christine expertly ate out my wife. I could see Jane's legs flailing, her nails digging into the sheets. Christine had even opened the window, when Jane started loudly moaning I could hear her. The scream as she came was like nothing I'd ever heard from her in the past.
Jane got up, Christine sat down on the edge of the bed. She seemed reluctant so Christine put a hand on the back of Jane's head and gently pulled her in. I don't know if my wife had ever been with a woman before she met me, but she seemed to at least be a fast learner. Very soon a second scream of ecstasy rang out.
My heart was broken, my dick was rock hard. As they moved into a sixty-nine position I unzipped myself.
Might as well get something out of this.
