by Bridy McAvoy
“You mean he doesn’t order you about a little, just as sex play?”
“God, no. The one time he tried, he told me in a stern voice to take my dress off, and cracked up giggling seconds later as I stood there with it wrapped around my head and arms.”
“No bondage even?”
“He tried to tie my hands to the bedposts one night with silk scarves and spent so long fussing that it wasn’t too tight that I’d gone off the idea before he’d finished.”
“Very vanilla then?”
“Yes, but that’s not wrong. We love each other to distraction.”
“So what Phil and I do is wrong then?”
“No, Lizzie, not at all. It’s just…”
“What?”
“I wish he would be a bit more dominant with me from time to time.”
“So you wouldn’t mind being dominated and being told what to do.”
Carol blushed a really bright red and, as much admitting it to herself as to Lizzie, nodded agreement.
“I’ll have to lend you Phil for an hour one day then.”
The two women burst into peals of laughter.
“I do have this one fantasy that he’ll play along with from time to time though.”
“What’s that then, Carol?”
“Well, sometimes I get him to leave the curtains open and, as we make love, we both imagine that there’s someone in the woods behind our house watching us.”
Carol was blushing again and Lizzie smiled at her discomfort.
“Of course, sweetie, your bedroom is on the back facing the woods, isn’t it? Not like ours on the side facing the city.”
Carol just nodded.
“Well, instead of doing it on the bed and pretending, why not let him do it to you, pressing your naked body against the patio doors onto your balcony instead of on the bed. That’ll move it up a gear, won’t it?”
Carol’s mouth dropped open in shock at the suggestion but Lizzie could see that the thought was taking hold within her. She closed her mouth and licked her lips nervously; her eyes seemed to go warm as the idea penetrated into her inner sensuality.
“I tell you what, why don’t you do that tonight. Say eleven o’clock.”
“Why then?”
“Because I’ll be out there to watch you, silly. That way it’ll be a bit more real than just a mental fantasy for you.”
“You wouldn’t?”
Lizzie had an unmistakable twinkle in her eye now.
“Why not? Peter doesn’t have to know, does he? It’ll be our shared secret, and I bet you’ll enjoy it more knowing someone was actually watching you.”
Carol just started giggling but Lizzie knew the bait was set.
Suddenly the patio door behind Carol opened and the two women heard Phil call from the kitchen.
“What’s the joke and can anyone join in? Do you want another bottle of red out there?”
Chapter 2
Carol sputtered and blushed beetroot red again as she realized that he might well have heard the last part of the embarrassing conversation she had just had with her neighbor, his wife. Phil appeared on the deck, casually dressed in a sports shirt and shorts carrying another opened bottle of Merlot and a glass and sat at the patio table facing the hot tub.
Lizzie surged upright prior to stepping out of the tub, and Carol realized with a gasp that Lizzie’s plain white bikini had gone very see-through in the water. Her large nipples and the line of her bare slit could clearly be seen through the wet clingy transparent fabric. Unabashed by her evident display, Lizzie stepped up out of the pool and padded across the wood of the deck to her husband where she leaned down to kiss him before snagging the wine bottle and sauntering casually back. Suddenly, Carol realized that not only had Lizzie’s costume gone transparent, but her own borrowed one would be equally transparent, and the towels were several feet away, directly in the direction of Phil.
The blush returned and she scrunched herself down lower into the water as she tried to come to terms with the dilemma she now faced.
“Carol, what’s the matter?” Lizzie asked as she stepped back into the tub and refilled their glasses.
“It’s these costumes!” she hissed back in little more than a whisper.
“Oh, you mean you can’t get out of the pool with Phil there, is that what you mean?”
Carol mutely nodded, her hand shaking as she reached for her full wine glass while Lizzie burst into a peal of laughter that seemed to echo back from the trees behind the house.
“Don’t be silly, sweetie. I’ll get him to move before you have to get out. I didn’t ask you here today to exhibit yourself to my husband.”
Carol closed her eyes in relief and tried to force herself to relax.
“Mind you… it’s an interesting possibility, you know.”
Carol’s eyes flew wide open and she stared at a gently smiling Lizzie in shock. Lizzie shook her head and laughed softly.
“Only teasing, sweetie, only teasing. I love to play sexy games, and getting you embarrassed about showing your body to Phil was just me having a little joke. Phil will go inside when it’s time for you to get out of the tub, I promise.”
Carol’s heart rate returned to normal over the next few minutes and the two of them continued chatting for a while with Phil interjecting comments from his position at the patio table behind Carol. She was unsure just how much of the conversation Phil had heard and didn’t dare turn to look at him in case he had heard too much.
“Phil, would you mind going inside for a minute so that Carol can get out now.”
“Of course, sweetheart. Here let me pass you two the towels,” he said as he got up, sweeping the towels off the chair. In a couple of strides he was standing, towering over the sunken tub looking down at the two women. Lizzie had allowed the jets to stop and apart from ripples caused by the movements of its two occupants the water surface was clear. Phil could look straight down at Carol’s impressive if slightly smaller cleavage and Lizzie knew exactly where he was looking. She surged up again, displaying her charms to both watchers and took the towels from him. Winking at his wife over the head of the still immersed Carol, he turned and walked back across the patio to disappear into the house. Quick as a flash, Carol stood up and grabbed one of the towels before wrapping it tightly around her as she stepped out of the tub.
Although Phil hadn’t got a peek at their neighbor’s charms, Lizzie certainly had and considered they were well up to expectations. As the two women headed off for the double shower stalls in the wet room just off the patio, Lizzie carefully planned out her campaign on the basis of the information she had just garnered. After Carol had dressed and said her goodbyes to Phil, Lizzie showed her to the door and, just as she ushered Carol out of the door, whispered to her.
“Don’t forget, eleven o’clock sharp. We’ll meet for coffee again in the morning and compare notes.”
She shut the door before Carol could respond.
* * * *
Later that evening Peter was still trying, without success, to get to the bottom of whatever the problem was with his wife. Ever since he had arrived home from work she had seemed nervous, agitated, and even skittish, as if something was bothering her. Yet, any attempt to question her or check on her well-being was rebuffed with a quick-fire I’m fine, a smile and a subject change. Her face was slightly flushed and, when she thought he wasn’t looking at her, her eyes had a faraway look and her breathing was labored. She was wearing a fairly thick blouse but, afterwards, he would always swear that her nipples were making little tents in the fabric all evening. Any attempt at anything more than a little kiss and cuddle were also rebuffed with a later that contained its usual promise.
Ten o’clock came and, still baffled, he settled down to watch a rerun of one of his favorites on cable for an hour. It was a regular ritual two evenings a week but, as Carol hated the program, she usually disappeared up to bed. This time she suddenly sat down heavily into his lap and kissed him soundly. His hands
strayed, first to his wife’s backside where it rested on his lap, and then up her back, before sliding round to settle on and cup her breasts.
He was right, her nipples felt as hard as they ever did, yet he had done nothing as yet. His penis stirred in his shorts as she kissed him urgently on the lips, cradling his head in her hands. Before he could react too much though, she broke off the kiss and looked into his startled eyes. She slowly winked and then looked down at his hands still clenching her breasts.
“Hold that thought, lover. I’m going to grab a shower and I’ll be waiting for you when your program is done.”
With that she leapt off his lap before he could react and retreated rapidly across the room to the hall and blew him a kiss as she left the room. He could hear her as she climbed the stairs just as rapidly.
He was on a promise and, as a result, found it difficult to get into the program he wanted to watch as his mind drifted to other, even more pleasurable things.
* * * *
Upstairs Carol lay on the bed on her back staring at the ceiling. She had never felt so turned on for the entire evening as she had been tonight. She knew without checking that her panties were absolutely soaked through. When she had got home from her eventful afternoon at Lizzie’s, she’d had no intention of going through with Lizzie’s little plan. The more she thought about it, though, the more the idea had appealed to her and, by the time Peter had arrived home, she had almost been ready to rape him on the spot. Almost ready, but something was making her wait. She wasn’t quite sure what, but something was making her wait till eleven.
As she lay there, she thought about going through with it, and realized, as she mentally paged through her nightwear collection that, without touching herself, she was close to orgasm. She glanced at the clock beside the bed, ten twenty-three—too early—and decided to move. She stood up and went to her wardrobe. Unlike next door there was no built-in dressing room. Opening the double doors, she dropped to her knees and pulled the bottom drawer open. Finding the items she wanted she took them out and, closing the doors again, took them through into the bathroom. Ten twenty-nine, time for a shower before the performance began. Checking around the bedroom for one final time, she walked over to the patio doors and re-opened the curtains and peered out. She could not see anything in the blackness of the trees behind the house and wasn’t sure if Lizzie would yet be in position.
A thought struck her. What if Phil was out there too? Her heart fluttered and her stomach did a somersault at the possibility that had suddenly come to her. She wavered for a moment between forging ahead and closing the curtains again in irresolute retreat. The sexual tension vibrating within her very sinews made her decision for her and she let go of the drapes and backed a few feet away from the door to give herself a little room to move.
Lizzie hadn’t said anything about any preliminaries to the act tonight but she had decided herself to provide some, always assuming her hidden watcher or watchers were already in position. She breathed deeply a couple of times and then, crossing her arms, grasped the hem of her t-shirt. Taking a further large breath, standing in the middle of the brightly lit room, facing the oblong of darkness, she quickly pulled the t-shirt up, over her head and off. Her plain white bra was hardly what you would call sexy but the brilliant white clearly showed off her tanned skin under the artificial lighting.
She stood there for a moment, her chest heaving, before dropping her hands down to her waist again to work on the snap and zipper of her jeans. As the zipper went down, the opened vee showed the white of her matching conservative panties and, with a smile and a small shrug, she turned around. With her back to the black oblong that was the door, she slowly pulled the tight jeans down without dragging the panties with them. Looking down at herself, she could see that the constant arousal of the evening had excreted so much moisture into the crotch of the panties that they were quite obviously sodden. Not wishing to expose that fact to her voyeuristic neighbor, she quickly decided to finish the disrobing with her back to the outside world.
Her hands rose to the clip on the bra strap and, seconds later, she was shrugging it off, down to the floor. Immediately her thumbs latched into the waistband of her panties, now her only item of clothing, and pushed those off her hips and down far enough for gravity to take over, and the thin cotton fluttered down to her naked feet. She stepped out of the ring of discarded fabric and, taking another gulp of air, turned to face the outside world once more. She felt the desperate urge to raise her arms, to shield herself from the outside eyes, but forced her arms to remain by her sides. Standing stock-still for a few moments, her chest heaving with her ragged breathing, she allowed her real or imagined watchers to see their fill, and then turned and walked out of sight across the room to the bathroom.
* * * *
Just beyond the edge of the trees at the bottom of the garden, Phil let out an explosive breath as she disappeared from view.
“I told you she would, didn’t I?”
Lizzie smiled at her husband in the darkness.
“She didn’t agree to do that though, did she?”
“No, but I think you were right, Phil. I think she just needs some strong direction and a real little goer will emerge from her chrysalis.”
“Fine, but in the meantime, whilst we are waiting…” He rubbed the hard bulge evident in his dark trousers as he shut off the video camera on its tripod.
“What?” Lizzie asked innocently as she crossed the tiny space that separated them, and dropped gracefully to her knees in the soft soil in front of him, as he leaned back against the tree.
* * * *
After her shower, Carol stayed in the bathroom until almost time, the warm water had reinvigorated her and, as she pulled the baby doll nightie over her head and adjusted it, she could feel her juices begin to flow once more. Unlike her more usual whites and pastels, this baby doll set was pure black and, as she adjusted the ties on the sides of the panties, she debated whether or not to add the finishing touches to her vamp attire—the black thigh highs. Peter loved stockings but she was, in theory, getting ready for bed. Still, the outfit told him otherwise, so she left the safety of the bathroom and, sitting on the side of the bed away from the black hole where the door was, she pulled on a pair. Smoothing them down her legs and putting on a pair of fairly low heels, she looked at herself in the mirror, and she liked what she saw. She hoped her watcher would, too, as well as her husband.
Quickly she moved around the room, bending to pick up her discarded clothing, but always doing so in a way to expose as much leg as possible to the gaping darkness. Finally, the room was ready and she could hear Peter rattling around downstairs as he turned everything off and locked up for the night. Any minute now she would hear him ascend the stairs before entering the room.
She moved to the door and held herself still, standing there with her torso just touching the glass, the cold of the glass immediately stiffening her nipples even further. She spread her feet apart a few more inches and pressed herself more into the door. As the cold of the glass seeped into her stomach, producing butterflies, she could hear him coming up the stairs.
Chapter 3
Peter stepped through the bedroom door into the unusually well-lit room.
“What the…?”
“Peter, come here, quickly.”
He moved up to a position right behind her.
“What’s the matter?” His voice showed some concern as to his wife’s demeanor but his eyes were drinking in their fill of her delightful body, so enchantingly and unexpectedly gift-wrapped.
“I thought I saw a movement out there.”
“Well, come away then, you are hardly dressed to chase intruders.” His hands reached to either side to draw the drapes closed, but she reached out and laid restraining hands on his arms, catching him at the instant of drawing them.
“Wait, Peter. What if… what if he wanted to watch us, well you know…?”
There, she’d put the fantasy out into the op
en now, the reason for her being dressed so provocatively, perhaps the reason why she had been so nervous all evening. He could now detect she was wearing her favorite perfume, one that made him go weak at the knees, and he relented and lowered his arms. She returned to pressing her scantily-clad body up against the glass door.
“Hold me, Peter.”
His arms came out and caught on her waist, immediately she dropped her hands to his and pulled them around her, forcing him to wrap his arms around her waist. She sucked her stomach in to accommodate them, forcing her backside back against his approaching crutch in the process, delighted to feel the growing hardness there.
“Do it to me, Peter, strip me naked and do it to me here!” Her voice was breathy and low.
“Fuck me up against the glass where he can see!”
She raised her arms above her head and spread-eagled herself against the glass, her breasts mashed obscenely flat into the scanty black lace that covered them. Knowing now that she was simply acting out her fantasy rather than being worried about some real intruder, he smiled and started playing along.
He pushed his body forward into hers, pushing her even harder into the glass, and lowered his lips to her neck. As he kissed the soft flesh bared by the spaghetti straps of her nightie, he felt her shiver in delicious anticipation.
“Do you think he’s watching now?” he murmured into her ear as his hands parted, dragging the two loose lower halves of the nightie out to the side. Only the single black ribbon just below her breasts kept it together and held the minimal covering of lace over them. His movement had exposed the whole of her panties to anyone outside and she shivered again.
“Do you think he wants to see more of you?”
“Oh, yes…” her voice was thick with passion as his hands reached between the glass and her chest, groping for the ends of the ribbon.
“Do you think he wants me to undo this?”
He pulled slowly, teasingly at the two ends of the ribbon his fingers had finally located. As the bow finally gave way leaving the two halves of the lace nightie simply lying to either side of her flattened cleavage, she moaned in abandoned pleasure. Now he took hold of her shoulders and gently eased her away from the glass. She knew that any moment now he would remove the thin lace covering exposing her breasts to the watchers outside, still, himself, oblivious to their presence. She moaned again and then again as he slowly slipped the two halves of the garment apart, revealing her breasts and drawing it slowly back and down her arms. Suddenly, he pushed her back into the glass and now her naked tits were in complete contact with the cool glass. The two squashed orbs with their bright red centers would indeed be a pleasure for anyone to see, he mused as his hands dropped quickly to her waist.
