Come Play with the Watcher

"Fuck."

Gentle prodding through the wet material, exciting her clit even more.

"I can't. Not with..."

"A woman?

Relax. You'll find it enlightening. We both will."

Claire's head swooned. Alcohol and arousal mixed into a lethal cocktail. Her legs opened as Penny's fingers ventured under the edge of her panties. Despite what her head told her, her body, her pussy, was blind to the source of its arousal. Just demanding that it be fed.

Howard squeezed her nipples hard.

"Uhhh."

Her hands went to his forearms, stroking the hairs that covered them.

"Oh God."

She was quivering all over, more goosebumps popping up all over. The flush in her face reached down to Howard's massaging hands. Tingling.

When slender fingers tugged at her panties she didn't fight it. Instead lifting herself just enough that they could be removed. Her dress was pushed up to her waist and Penny. A girl. A woman. Kissed her vulva.

"Fuck."

It terrified her. But the fear just drove her desire ever higher.

"I..."

She wanted to protest. To say she couldn't. But it felt so good. So gentle. Like a fairy dancing tiptoe over her slit.

Fingers parted her and her juices flooded.

"So wet."

Penny smiled up at her before putting her head down to lick at delicate flesh. Howard leaned over, lifting Claire's head and kissed her on the lips.

"Mmm."

Claire was gone. All she wanted was to be fucked. To be taken to the pinnacle of human enjoyment.

She went with them in a daze of desire as they led her up the stairs. She felt the zip on her dress sliding downwards before she reached the bed.

"Let me help you." Penny said behind her.

The dress fell away and Claire stood there, naked and wanting.

Penny smiled as she stepped out of her dress. Claire's eyes fell on her tits. Large, firm with dark nipples that seemed to point at her. She couldn't help but wonder what they would feel like. She'd never touched another girl's breasts before.

She found herself turned and pushed to the bed, landing on all fours.

"Oh my God."

Penny buried her face in her arse crack, her tongue at her pussy.

"Uhh. Fuck."

Howard came from the side, laying under her so that his hands could caress hanging tits, planting gentle kisses around her nipples. The fondling of her flesh and tongue flicks making her head swoon.

"Uhhh."

Two fingers, long and slender fucked her hole. Another finger teased and pressed at her arse. A tongue joined it, circling her ring.

"Oh God."

The finger pressed harder. Her muscle parted and swallowed its seducer.

"Uhhh."

As though high on some exotic drug Claire swayed. Her whole being was consumed by the climbing arousal that gripped her. Time stretched out, becoming meaningless. She became an object. A toy to these two people. Each exciting her in their own way yet joining in unison in their pursuit of making her cum.

"God.

Uhh."

It felt like an explosion when it hit. Her whole body shook in uncontrolled orgasm. She wasn't even left with the energy to cry out properly.

And somewhere in her moment of unconscious disconnect, the others moved to take their pleasure.

Claire was still just about on her knees. Her pussy presented to Howard and her face was just inches from Penny's as she lay herself down in front.

She watched mesmerised as Penny played with herself, a finger slowly sliding in and out, spreading her juices over her labia.

"Come closer." Penny urged.

"It's delightful on the tongue. So sweet."

Claire's mouth watered. She inched forward breathing in the earthy smell of the other woman. Unseen fingers from behind went into her hole, slowly finger fucking her. Another pressed at her arse ring, her resisting muscle broken through a second time.

"Uhmm."

Her head went down and she tasted woman. Sweeter and juicer than any cock. Her tongue, tentative at first, began to explore this new territory. So soft and supple. Like moving her mouth over slices of warm ham soaked in honey.

"That's it. Take your time." Penny encouraged.

Claire didn't resist when Howard's cock replaced his fingers at her arse. Pressing. Pushing. A cool fluid ran into her crack. Lubricant that Howard had retrieved unseen from the side. He pressed harder. Stretching her flesh until it hurt. She was so far gone that this last taboo, a thing she'd said she would never do was no longer a red line. Her arse ring gave and his cock glided in.

"Uhhh. Fuck."

Her hand went down to her pussy, gliding over its length. Fingers on either side squeezed her flesh as a middle finger pressed to rub over her clit.

"Uhh."

Before she knew what was happening she was lapping up Penny's juices as though they were life itself while Howard fucked her in the arse.

"Mmmm. Mmm. Mmm."

She could hardly gasp air as thighs clamped around her. A hand on the back of her head pushed her face deep into the pussy covering her face in its nectar.

"Ahhh fuck."

Penny bounced when she came. Her thighs gripping Claire's face even tighter.

"Yes. Yes. Yes."

Her excitement was enough to tip Claire again. Her orgasm came with the frenzied action of her fingers over her clit, but with her arse impaled the intensity was beyond anything.

"Fuuck." The gasp emptied her lungs and she fell forward, sliding up Penny until her lips found one of her tits. She almost bit a nipple as the wave of pure joy travelled up her spine.

Howard didn't even give her time to recover, gently lifting her as he laid down with his cock pointing up like a flag pole waiting to be decorated.

Penny was also on the move, a need for more overcoming her apparent exhaustion.

Claire sat over Howard's face, rubbing her pussy against his mouth, along his tongue. Her mouth connected to Penny's as she rode his cock. A soft smooch with their tongues entwining. She reached up to her tits, exploring another woman's breasts for the first time. Delighting in the softness and even more delighted when Penny reciprocated. Soft hands on soft flesh. So different and yet so familiar.

Claire came hard a third time. Her juices almost squirted into Howard's mouth as he bucked under her, filling Penny with his cum.

Penny wasn't done. Like a rabid dog, she was on Claire, kissing, fondling, moving her into a seated position so that she could wrap her legs between hers. Scissoring her. She pressed her groin into Claire's.

"That's called the cloacal kiss in birds. No penises. Just two openings, touching." Howard commented as he watched. His hand stroked a spent cock that could no longer keep its hardness.

Claire was hardly listening. The touch of their pussies was electric and she responded by pushing against Penny harder, gyrating her hips. The whole connection was lubricated by a mixture of their juices and Howard's cum leaking from Penny.

"Uhhh. Fucking hell." Claire's brain fogged and short-circuited as again orgasm racked her exhausted body.

When her eyes opened Claire found herself wrapped by naked flesh. Howard was alongside her, his head nuzzled into her armpit. Penny was equally asleep, laid between her legs, her arms cuddled around a thigh as though it were a pillow.

The night before came rushing back to her. A flood of disconnected memories all at once. It left her head reeling in confusion. So many red lines crossed and yet even now, laid there in the most uncomfortable of positions, the deep sense of satisfaction permeated through her whole being.

Penny let out a groan and shifted her position. Claire took the opportunity to untangle herself and slip from the bed. Quietly making her way downstairs to seek out her dress.

It seemed so risqué wandering about naked in someone else's house. And there were those damn glass panels, curtains opened to the world.

There was no sign of her dress. She did find her panties. They looked... well she could tell she'd leaked into them rather copiously.

"Ew." She turned her nose up and looked again for the dress.

"Looking for this?"

She turned at the sound of Penny coming down the stairs carrying the elusive item.

"Christ. Did I make it to the bedroom with it? I don't remember."

Penny looked majestic in her nakedness. Comfortable in her skin as she dropped the little dress over the back of a chair.

"Yeah. Was rather a wild night.

You should take a shower before you put that on. There's one down here behind... we'll you know your way around I guess. It's much the same layout as yours I assume."

"Thanks."

Claire stopped with the pointless attempts at covering herself. Her stomach was churning and her cheeks burned but she wanted to capture a little of Penny's self-assurance. To experience that same appreciation of her qualities.

"I need a drink first. Any idea where he keeps his teabags."

"I'll do it.

Take a seat."

Penny went to the cupboards, finding the teabags and mugs with the familiarity of someone who could have lived there. Claire found herself watching her. More precisely watching her body. Long legs and a firm arse. Tucked between them that little mound with its darker, crinkly lips just lining her slit. Her tits swayed serenely as she turned around.

"Howard's still fast asleep. Two women took it out of him I think." She grinned.

Claire relaxed. Laughing.

"It took it out of me if I'm honest. So much of that was something I never thought in my wildest dreams I'd ever do."

Penny put two mugs on the table in front of them and took a seat.

"I'm not normally this wild." She said.

"Howard kinda brings it out of me. And the wine of course. I mean. Sure I like sex. Doesn't everyone? But that was out of the ordinary even for me."

"What about the er... girl on girl thing?

I've never done anything like that before."

Claire was questioning her sexuality. That more than anything troubled her. The thought that she might not know her own preferences.

Penny laughed before admitting.

"That was my first time as well. A moment of madness."

Her eyes flitted over Claire's body.

"Nice though."

Claire blushed. Her arm almost rose to cover herself again.

"Thanks."

Penny could see her nervousness.

"Don't worry. Doesn't make you a lesbian. No more than I am.

Just put it down as experimenting. A bit of fun after a few glasses of wine."

"Easy for you to say. I've got a husband to face with that knowledge in my head."

"Take my advice.

Don't, whatever you do, get the urge to confess all. You'll be divorced by teatime. It happened. You had fun. Park it as a memory and be the loving innocent wife you were before this week."

Claire sipped her tea. A nagging doubt questioned if that was possible.

"Of course, that doesn't mean we can't do it again." Penny smirked.

Claire was torn. The idea that this could be more than a one-off terrified her, but so did the possibility that she'd never experience such intense and unrestrained sex ever again.

Penny was watching her reactions carefully.

"I'd be disappointed if we didn't." Penny said smiling.

Claire blushed.

"I think I'm going to take that shower."

Ten

It was another pleasant day. Windy but no rain as Claire went for her walk. This time it was Penny that joined her. Walking alongside.

"First time I've had a look around. Usually, I'm just in the house when I come down.

It's beautiful countryside."

Penny seemed taken with the view.

"Nothing like London. So peaceful and quiet. It's out of the way here, not many holidaymakers even in the summer. So Pete tells me anyway." Claire responded.

"Howard loves it. I see him most days walking along the cliff edge."

"Howard always was one for the outside. And loves his sea birds.

Me. I can take them or leave them. The only time I notice seagulls is when they're stealing my chips."

"How long have you known Howard?"

"Fifteen years or so.

We've been shagging for most of it. That's what you wanted to ask isn't it?"

She wrapped her arm around Claire's like a long-lost friend.

"Am I that obvious?"

"Not really. It's just what I'd be asking if I was in your place."

"So why aren't you and Howard together? I mean as a proper couple?"

"He'll tell you how he likes his freedom. That's true. Though as he's gotten older he's become happier with what he has. But settling down would mean admitting he was getting old."

"And what about you?"

"I love the sex. But I also love being my own person. A natural born mistress."

"That's how you see yourself? A mistress?"

"Perhaps.

Don't get me wrong. The bond between us is strong. As strong as any marriage. And part of the reason for that is the lack of restrictions. No jealousy or control. If I want to fuck someone else occasionally, I can. So can he."

"Or fuck someone together?"

Claire rolled her eyes at the thought of being their plaything.

"Yeah.

That was a first though."

"I'm honoured."

Penny laughed.

"A few firsts there. For all of us. But you can't deny it was fun?"

Claire smiled to herself.

"Yeah. It was."

"Howard really likes you. More than anyone I've seen him with other than me.

And so do I."

"Because I'm young, pretty and foolish."

"There are thousands out there that match that description. It takes a little more than that to catch the attention of either of us.

Though I am partial to corrupting the odd young lad." she laughed.

Penny took Claire's hand and pulled her in close. Her lips brushed over Claire's with breaths strained by desire.

"Don't underestimate yourself."

Now she kissed her fully. Claire found herself responding despite the confusion racing through her head. That tingle of excitement that had swallowed her the night before returned with vengeance. She couldn't deny her want, not even to herself.

"You two are going to destroy my marriage if I let you." She muttered as soon as Penny let her breathe again.

"Then perhaps ask yourself if it was worth having."

Claire walked on with Penny feeling shocked by her words. But also questioning whether she had a point.

"You sound like a Pisky spreading mischief."

"A what? Oh, those little blue things. Don't they also reward you?"

Claire looked ahead. Looming in the distance the old witch's house, just a hazy image at the moment.

"We should turn back."

The last thing she wanted was to face the old woman with her poetic allegations again. There were worse things she could call her than slut, given how much further she'd fallen.

"Okay.

I need to think about getting back to London soon anyway."

"Already?"

"Yeah. I have a lot to do tomorrow and I want a good night's sleep. You can have Howard all to yourself for a few days." She grinned.

"He's a lot more tricks he can show you."

"I find it hard to believe there's anything left to try."

Penny looped her arm again, laughing.

"Ask him about the time he tied me up in his office."

Claire looked horrified.

"He what?"

"We did it with me bent over his desk. My hands and feet were tied to the legs. Fucking exhilarating."

"Oh my God.

Wasn't there anyone else about?"

"That's just it.

He held a meeting with some clients in the next office and left me there. I had to wait quietly or risk ruining the meeting and probably our reputation."

"Jesus."

"It was a long time ago. I was eighteen I think. I hadn't known him that long then. I do remember that when he came back it was the first time I took it up the arse."

Claire shuddered.

"I couldn't be tied up. Not like that. Not in someone's office."

"You and your husband never indulged in a little bondage?"

"No.

Only... I did it blindfolded once. With cuffs behind my back."

She blushed at letting her secret out.

"They were only silly playthings. I could have broken them if I'd tried.

"Well, there you go. You've taken the first step."

"Don't get any ideas. Please. I don't want to find myself tied down and... well. Whatever."

Penny hugged her arm tightly.

"So we're gonna do it again? You wouldn't answer me earlier."

Claire quivered. Fear or anticipation. She no longer knew.

"Maybe."

She smirked. Of course she would do it again she admitted to herself.

Claire stayed away from Howard that evening. She couldn't avoid Pete another night. He would be making his call expecting their usual game for long-distance sex. Despite her lack of enthusiasm she bathed and dressed in a T-shirt ready for it.

Glancing at the time she lay on the bed and tried to put herself in the mood by thinking about Pete. Stroking her arms and legs as she imagined him with her. Squeezing her tits to awaken the excitement in her.

But Pete didn't do it. No matter how hard she tried her thoughts always returned to Howard. And it was only when they did that she felt her body responding.

"Oh fuck."

She surrendered herself to the thoughts and she drifted away from reality as her pussy dampened and oozed under her fingers.

"Mmm."

It felt good. Her body was hot, her fingers sliding easily on a silky film as she imagined Howard caressing her legs, touching her sex. Or was it Penny? That delicate massage of her tender flesh by her agile tongue.

"Uhh."

Her phone jarred when it rang.

"Fuck."

She snatch it up and pressed the green icon to answer.

"Evening gorgeous."

"Hi." She said as cheerfully as she could.

They exchanged a few words about his day before Pete turned the conversation to its main purpose.

"Are you in bed?"

"Just laying on top at the moment. I'm hot."

"Thinking about me?"

"Of course."

"What are you wearing?"

"A tee shirt. The little red one you bought me."

"Ooh. The little tight red one I can see your nipples through."

"That's the one. Only reaches down to my waist."

"Are you wearing anything else?"

"No. Just the Tee shirt.

I was just laying here wishing you were with me."

A FaceTime request flashed up and she accepted. She saw Pete looking back at her. He was laying on a hotel bed in a dressing gown.

"Show me." He said.

Claire turned her phone downwards towards her pussy, giving Pete a clear view of her fingers back hard at work.

"Oh that's beautiful."

She let it linger on her show for a moment before turning it back to her face, letting him see the tiny flinches that accompanied her excitement. Except it was all fake. A play-act to keep him happy. Out of sight, her fingers had stopped their action.

"Mmm."

She jerked her body exactly as she would in an orgasm. Her eyes closing as her mouth opened for a final gasp.

"Fuck."

Pete seemed happy.

"Oh you're so beautiful."

Claire smiled.

"Now show me your cock. I want to see you cum."

There it was, filling her screen as Pete pumped himself. All she could think was how small it seemed.

"Do it faster for me.

I want to see you cum."

No, she didn't. She wanted to see Howard cum. She wanted to watch him wanking himself until he sprayed creamy gunk high into the air. To feel it splashing down on her face and tits.

Disappointingly Pete didn't spray. He dribbled.

"Oh yes." She said with satisfaction she didn't feel.

"That felt good.

Show me your pussy again before you go."

She turned the phone giving him a good view of her silky wet vulva. None of it was the result of thoughts about him. She fingered her hole for him momentarily before turning it back to her face.

"Love you so much."

The words came easily but she couldn't help but feel they lacked the certainty they once had.

Claire dropped the phone to her side glad the ordeal was over.

"Fucking hell." She huffed.

It was clear to her that thoughts of Howard and Penny had a grip on her mind. It was only those two who could excite her and if she didn't end it soon then Pete would realise something was wrong.

Maybe a while longer and then she would end it.

She rolled onto her belly and pulling a leg up the bed she pushed her hand down to reach under to her sex. She returned to her previous fantasy to get herself off, pushing two fingers into her hole and rubbing her clit with her palm.