“You still get jealous, right? You said that.”
“Yes, but in those days, I didn’t enjoy it, I didn’t see it the right way—”
Hugo was interrupted by a light coming on in the apartment across the street—or at least, he initially thought it was a light coming on, but on examination through the binoculars, he saw that it was in fact the front door opening.
Someone was entering the apartment.
Now a light did come on—the warm glow of a table lamp, then more around the living room, revealing Madeleine as expected, but then also Lucy, stepping in through the front door to put her coat up on the coat rack.
“Lucy?”
“That’s your friend Lucy?”
“Yeah. I guess she was lying then, when she said she didn’t know where Madeleine was,” Hugo said. He actually felt a fair amount of relief—Madeleine wasn’t having a secret affair, at least not yet. She’d been telling the truth when she’d said she was simply having a girls’ night with Lucy that evening.
So why had Lucy felt the need to lie?
“It’s not necessarily proof that she’s not dating someone else,” Connor sniffed. Was he disappointed not to have uncovered this new dark facet of the woman they shared?
They watched in silence for a while as Madeleine and Lucy poured themselves glasses of wine, then sat on the couch in front of the TV to gossip.
Hugo felt a touch disappointed now, that this wasn’t the start of a whole new adventure for Madeleine. Still, it had been interesting to meet Connor. He felt a little uncertain as to what he ought to do now—he’d told Lucy and Madeleine that he’d be out late with a client. Perhaps it was just best to say he’d skipped out early, or that the client had decided to get some sleep.
“She’s very pretty, Madeleine’s friend,” Connor said.
“Yes, she is.”
“Single?”
“As it happens, yes.”
“Interesting.”
They continued to watch, and Hugo found himself curious as to why Connor was not bringing their night vigil to a close, since it was quite plain that Madeleine was not having an affair, and not entertaining a new man in the apartment across the street.
Putting down his binoculars briefly, he looked across at Connor and got the idea that the guy was watching Lucy, not Madeleine. Was he interested?
The girls were having fun, chatting and laughing and drinking wine and watching something on TV that Hugo couldn’t make out. He started wondering if he ought to head home himself, since it was beginning to get late.
“What was it that made you think she was seeing someone else tonight?” Hugo asked Connor.
“She said something about seeing a friend.”
“She is seeing a friend—Lucy.”
“But she wouldn’t tell me about her.”
“And that’s evidence she’s seeing someone else?”
Connor chuckled. “If she was simply having a girls’ night out with her best friend, she’d have told me instead of being all mysterious.”
“Maybe she just goes out with Lucy to nightclubs, and pulls random guys while she’s there.”
“Maybe.”
“She hasn’t tonight.”
“Looks that way.”
Now it was Hugo’s turn to laugh. “You sound disappointed she’s only come home with Lucy—you want her to see other guys?”
Connor shrugged. “I told you I was curious how it would feel.”
“But she already sleeps with me, you know that.”
“I’m not sure you really count in this—I’ve always known she had you as her primary.”
“So what now?” Hugo asked him.
Connor paused, then said, “She will want to date other guys, won’t she? It won’t be quite the same as what you feel when she’s with me or someone else, but maybe it’ll be something like it.”
Hugo peered through his binoculars at Madeleine and Lucy. Did they have a secret about who else Madeleine was seeing? Would it come out at some point?
He saw Madeleine getting up from the couch, wandering over to the kitchen to retrieve something from the refrigerator—a glass bowl containing something red. Hugo steadied the hand holding the spyglasses and on focusing, saw they were strawberries. Very decadent.
When she returned to the couch, Madeleine was smiling and laughing and offering one of the ripe red fruits to Lucy—holding it right up to her mouth.
Lucy appeared to appreciate the offering. A little scarlet juice dribbled down from the corner of her mouth. With a broad grin, she picked her own strawberry, then fed it to Madeleine. It made her quite giggly as she allowed her friend to push it between her lips.
“What are they eating?” Connor asked.
“Strawberries, I’d say. I didn’t know we had any in our fridge.”
They watched the girls swapping strawberries, each choosing one for the other, not for herself. There was something very graceful in the way they were together—assured, familiar, confident, happy. The way they laughed with each other, so innocent and joyful, made Hugo happy, banishing his memories of the dark times. It also made him curious about how sensual this experience appeared.
“Why would she keep another relationship secret from you?” Hugo asked his new friend. “I mean, she has no reason to. Not like you’re wanting her to settle down with you, go exclusive.”
“Not sure,” Connor said. “I had hoped to find out.”
“You haven’t told her she can’t see anyone else?”
“Of course not. I love that she’s breaking out into wild territory.”
Madeleine nearly dropped one of the strawberries Lucy offered her, and watching her, Hugo suspected she was getting fairly drunk—not that he’d seen her take a drink for a while.
Lucy dropped one, too, and they both giggled about it.
Teasing her friend, Madeleine took the next fruit between her lips, and looked as though she was about to let it slip out, which was apparently a bad thing in this little drunken game of theirs. Lucy moved in to keep it from falling—but then Hugo gasped as he saw the pretty Asian-American move further in, to stop the strawberry falling by taking it with her own mouth—almost kissing Madeleine.
“She must know I’m watching,” Connor whispered, a pointless hushing of his voice considering. “God, they’re trying to drive me crazy.”
Madeleine gave Lucy a funny look—Hugo couldn’t quite gauge what it was. Were they joking with each other, fooling around? It was such an intense look, though, her eyes sharp, not drunk.
Then, the two of them closed in on each other again, only without a strawberry to save.
Hugo gasped as he watched his wife tilt her head slightly, her nose moving against Lucy’s, her lips opening to draw Lucy’s lips in, eyes closing, tongue slipping out…
Madeleine was kissing Lucy, and it wasn’t a chaste peck on the cheek.
Twenty Six
The two beautiful women were smiling at each other like long lost lovers reunited, hands locking together as they brushed noses affectionately, their lips crushing against each other once again.
“Well, I guess they’re still practicing, huh?” Connor said.
Hugo remained silent as they watched Lucy lean back, lying down on the couch as Madeleine crawled over her like a panther on the prowl. They were so beautiful together, so graceful, their hands moving over each other’s curves with elegant poise as they kissed.
Connor sighed, “Seriously.”
They saw Madeleine fumble with Lucy’s fly, then she was pulling her friend’s jeans down her smooth, golden thighs, over her knees, off completely to reveal a pair of pink panties. Madeleine lost her skirt, and the two were kissing each other again, Madeleine on top of Lucy, both of them revealing their underwear.
Hugo felt himself trembling, his breathing deep—he was a little confused, wondering how long this had been going on. Madeleine so clearly more than just a friend for Lucy, more than a best friend.
He watched them, feel
ing sheer shock that she’d kept this from him. And yet he wasn’t angry—he wasn’t in the slightest bit jealous. Watching the real affection in Madeleine’s eyes, the real love for Lucy that she clearly felt, it just didn’t trigger the primal instincts that Madeleine’s playing with other men did.
He liked watching her with Lucy, smiling at their forbidden love as she slipped a hand up the raven-haired girl’s top. Lucy broke away from their kiss briefly to moan as she felt her best friend’s hand cup her small breasts. Hugo did not feel remotely threatened, even as a rational part of his brain reasoned that she could just as easily run off with Lucy as she could with Connor.
Hugo wasn’t prejudiced—it was biology. He just didn’t feel a hint of antagonism about Madeleine pulling down Lucy’s shirt to reveal her sweet little breasts and those dark, stiff nipples that seemed to call out for her kiss.
“So this is the big reveal,” Connor said, in awe, and Hugo felt somehow proud of his wife.
Madeleine sat up, Lucy moving with her, pushing up her top, neither of them apparently choosing to wear a bra for that evening’s girls’ night out. Lucy teased Madeleine’s fuller chest with her mouth, sucking on her hard nipples, enjoying the softness, the roundness of her cleavage, the heat of her paler flesh.
They were so natural together, their smiles so tender, so affectionate for each other. Locked together on the couch, wearing nothing but panties, feeding each other the occasional strawberry again, though in between kisses, in between fondling, indulging in the velvet sensations of skin-on-skin, both breathing in the other, both seemingly celebrating their little naughty tryst behind closed doors.
Madeleine rose to her feet, and Hugo felt his heart thudding as she offered her hand to Lucy, helping her up with a flash of suggestive, bedroom eyes.
“It’s gone past fooling around, huh?” Connor said in the still of his darkened apartment.
Hugo was on fire, so hard at the prospect of Madeleine cheating on him with Lucy. The dark secret she’d harbored now revealed, along with a whole new sexy side. How long had they been continuing this physical aspect of their relationship? Since college?
Madeleine led the pretty Asian-American girl through to the bedroom, carrying the bowl of strawberries with her. Hugo kept his enhanced gaze fixed on them, watching Lucy climb onto the bed, lying on her back, looking up with excited eyes as a grinning Madeleine sat between her feet, reaching for her panties.
“I don’t think they’ve been doing this that long, actually,” Connor said, almost reading Hugo’s mind to find the questions lurking there.
“You don’t think?”
Madeleine was caressing Lucy, her hands moving around the other girl’s underwear, tracing circles over her smooth skin, teasing her at the edges of her panties.
“I think it’s possible—probable, even—that they had something in college beyond kiss-practice,” Connor said. “But they haven’t done anything for years until recently. You can see the excitement in their eyes at this. This isn’t something that’s been long-term.”
As they watched his wife now pulling her friend’s panties off, over her thighs, up over her knees and feet, Hugo felt mild relief at Connor’s assessment.
Strange to see Lucy like this. He’d always thought of her as attractive, though strictly off limits to admiring glances being his wife’s best friend. He’d certainly never seen her naked before. Sprawled out on the bed, slender but with enough of the curves to excite, and all that beautiful golden skin.
He found his breathing was growing heavy as he watched Madeleine fall onto her bare friend, kissing her again. She moved down the other girl’s trim body, over her stomach, skirting over her clear, smooth skin to the tidy little patch of dark hair over her mound.
Wow, oh wow.
Madeleine picked another ripe, juicy strawberry and trailed it over Lucy’s skin, over the slight swell of her chest and across her flat stomach. The initial touch of the cold fruit on the other girl caused her to flinch and giggle.
Madeleine circled the fruit around Lucy’s glistening pussy, saying something to her that Hugo wished he could hear.
Then she dipped the fruit inside Lucy, dragging its point across the other woman’s smooth pussy lips. Lucy shuddered. Madeleine drew the fruit away, lifting it to her mouth. Crushing it between her teeth. She tasted her friend’s come blended with the sweet, red juice.
The men watched in silence as Madeleine chose another strawberry, and began penetrating Lucy with it, fucking her with the fruit, making the pretty dark-haired girl lie back, eyes closed, moaning.
“I take it back. She’s done this before,” Connor chuckled. “Naughty girl.”
Hugo was shocked and thrilled, thinking how difficult it was to really know someone, even someone you’ve been married to for so long. They can always surprise you—in good ways and bad. He had to believe this was a surprise in a good way.
Madeleine gently slipped one strawberry completely inside Lucy, and then another, and then another. Hugo was astounded, but the girls seemed only to laugh and giggle as Lucy’s pussy was filled with ripe fruit.
Then Madeleine sucked on the other girl’s dark pussy lips, teasing the tender flesh with her mouth, and through the powerful binoculars, Hugo could see the strawberry juice trickling out.
He had to hand it to her, his wife seemed to have a skilled tongue when it came to pleasuring another woman, flicking over Lucy’s sensitive pink folds as though sampling a delicacy.
“How do you feel?”
“Oh, well, you know,” Hugo didn’t quite have the words to describe how he was feeling. He watched Lucy’s body undulating, rising and falling in waves to Madeleine’s mouth between her legs. Lucy’s hands found their way to Madeleine’s head, fingers slipping through her blonde tresses, driving her on and on. Madeleine slid her fingers inside her friend’s slippery groove to take her further and further as she slowly retrieved the crushed fruit.
He had to see it as merely Madeleine feeling liberated, encouraged to do as she pleased in exploring her sexuality—not some kind of threat to their marriage that had come completely out of left field.
“Do you feel jealous?” Connor asked.
They saw Lucy’s body quiver and shudder, and Hugo wondered if Madeleine had made her come already. Well, no one knew how to please a woman as well as a woman.
“Not really,” Hugo said. “Not at all, actually. I mean, it’s probably some kind of completely unfair prejudice inside my biology that makes me unable to accept that a woman could be any kind of threat to my marriage—but I can’t help it, even though my head tells me there’s just as much chance that she might decide to leave me for Lucy as for you.”
“Oh, there’s no chance of that. Zero chance she’d ever leave you.”
That felt good, coming from Connor.
“I know. I trust her—she might want to keep things from me until she’s ready, but I always wanted her to feel free to do as she wants. I guess I only made the assumption that she might want to see other men.”
They watched Lucy urged Madeleine up. Madeleine flashed a mischievous grin and slipped a last strawberry into her friend’s mouth, flavored by her own juices.
The pretty Asian American leaned forward to kiss the blonde’s stomach, and ease her panties down her thighs.
“God, you’re so lucky, Hugo—do you see that?”
Lucy kissed Madeleine on the mouth, the passion between them unmistakable. This was no practicing. Tasting herself on Madeleine’s lips, she pushed Madeleine back so that she could take charge. Her lips nibbled her friend’s soft skin down her neck, her chest, licking around her breasts and those bullet-like nipples, her hands finding and caressing Madeleine’s strikingly bare mound.
“Having a wife that will share herself with you like this,” Connor continued. “Open up about all her fantasies, about everything that turns her on.”
“Opening up?”
“She is, you know,” he said. “She’s doing this with those blinds
open, isn’t she?”
Lucy edged down Madeleine’s body, seeming to worship her curves.
“There’s no way she could know that I’m over here watching her, though,” Hugo said.
Madeleine’s hand gently stroked Lucy’s hair as the dark-haired woman ducked down to plant a soft kiss on the apex of her pussy. Lucy glanced up and smiled at her, that warm affectionate smile that reflected a strong connection between them. Then she, too, was sampling the ripe red fruit with the added seasoning from her friend’s wet pussy.
If Madeleine loved Lucy, it didn’t detract from the love she had for her husband. Hugo saw that. Her love was not in a finite quantity, to spread more thinly if shared between more people.
“But she could know that I’m over here watching,” Connor said. “She knows I could be home tonight—she’s putting on a show for me.”
“So how is that—“
“Perhaps she’s hoping to let Lucy in on this little game of ours,” Connor said. Hugo found the idea enticing. “Is Lucy like Madeleine? She likes guys as well?”
“Very much so.”
“So it looks to me that whether she believes I’m here watching now or not, she’s preparing to introduce Lucy to our little dynamic. And if she’s serious about getting off having you watching us, she’ll want you to see her with Lucy as well.”
Abandoning the fruit, Lucy feasted on Madeleine’s pussy, pushing her face into her flesh as she drove her tongue inside her. Madeleine simply lay back, panting in response at the powerful sensations she was creating inside her.
Did she want Connor to see?
“See how she’s holding Lucy’s hair back, so we can all watch?” Connor said. “And the way they’re lying—angled toward us, so everything’s on display for anyone watching over here.”
“I suppose so.”
Lucy broke off to focus more energy on her fingers, gazing down at Madeleine’s pretty pussy while she used those fingers to reach deep inside her, find those sensitive parts her tongue could not reach. Leaning down again to bathe her clit in her hot mouth, Madeleine’s body writhing under her as she fucked her with those flexible fingers.
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