watching january

by Kamilla Murphy

  I’d actually forgotten that I was topless until Teddy picked that moment to stare at my breasts. I felt my nipples harden and that added to his level of attention. Had the talk of sex in the open and subsequent voyeurism aroused me to the point my tits gave me away?

  Like he read my mind he said, “If I think about it, I’m an exhibitionist at heart and didn’t mind those folks watching us.”

  “Any chance there could be people on this island? I may have already surpassed my quota for exhibitionism,” Griffin said, and that got Teddy’s attention.

  “Well now, you two have got to tell me more about this arrangement you have. Is it one of those cuckold things where the hubby gets to watch?”

  “My husband is much more of a man than that,” I said. “It’s a simple story that explains a complex arrangement, really. We’re working toward an open marriage and my husband’s all for it… me and Griffin, I mean.”

  Teddy obviously was aroused by the pictures his imagination was painting. Turning to Griffin he said, “I thought your wife was a dyke. Is she sleeping with her husband?” He hooked his thumb toward me leaving no doubt who the “her” was in that question.

  “C.mon Teddy, don’t call Nadine a dyke. She’s bisexual and besides, she has more class than you do.”

  “Oh-oh, I think I struck a nerve.”

  I didn’t know if the old friendship had a darker side so I weighed in. “My husband isn’t a cuckold, and we’re not like some swinger couples. Griff and I love each other and we’re trying to make it work for all of us.”

  “Is there any room in your open marriage for a couple of hot lovers?”

  “No, Teddy, I think we’ve got the family covered, thank you,” I said, trying to keep scorn from my voice. I never cared much for men who thought themselves ‘Mr. Cock’.

  Mel clucked her tongue and jiggled her tits closer to Griffin, saying, “That’s too bad. I think we’d make a great foursome, right snookums?”

  Teddy answered, “Damn right we’d be good!”

  Griffin spoke up, “Let’s swim to the island and explore the place,” as he took me by the hand. I gave him a surreptitious wink for changing the subject. Teddy agreed and reminded us of the “Adam and Eve” experience Mel brought up earlier. So before we dove overboard Teddy pulled off his trunks and placed a strap holding the boat keys around his neck like a dog collar. Mel and I lost our bottoms as Griffin winked back at me and removed his shorts and t-shirt. Teddy made a show of swinging his dick around before he went into the water. I’ll admit, he was thicker than most but no longer than normal. My Roger was more impressive but I kept that to myself. The swim wasn’t a long one, and one by one we pulled ourselves out of the water and over the rocks.

  Not much was said as we walked into the sparse woods. Every time Teddy looked at me his cock thickened and flinched in its inexorable climb to erection, as he pointed out some of the small island’s flora and fauna. Mel didn’t appear to be paying attention to him but that might have been a show. I was sure she knew what was going on.

  How the rest of this sailing excursion played out was anybody’s guess. I just knew what WOULDN’T happen.

  Chapter 30

  Roger

  I expected a call from Heather. The invitation that came with it was not expected.

  “How about coming with me to the college? I need to speak with an advisor and I’d like to buy some of my books early.”

  “Sure I’ll go. Are you getting a head start with cracking the books?”

  She laughed, “You might say that.” She gave me a time when she’d pick me up, and then added, “Afterwards I guess you could show me the video?” I agreed that sounded like an excellent plan. My dick agreed too.

  After Heather picked me up we drove the thirty or so miles to the campus. When she met her advisor in the school’s library the woman assumed I was Heather’s father. Heather smiled and said, “Roger is a dear friend.” The way she smiled at me when she said it set my heart to fluttering. It seemed the college had a tough freshman residency rule that required Heather to live on-campus for her first year. She’d requested a waiver so she could commute, and this advisor seemed to hold the key to granting the waiver. Heather went on and on about how her mother needed her at home while assuring the woman that her school work wouldn’t suffer. She should’ve been a Marketing major since she really sold the advisor the story.

  After a visit to the campus bookstore we were back in her car where she said, “Now for a nice soak in your hot tub.”

  You know,” I said, “I might be able to put the bedroom flat-screen on the ledge by the tub and hook the camera right up. How does that sound?”

  “It sounds like a great idea. Got any champagne to celebrate with?”

  “Yes, I have a couple of bottles left, but what are we celebrating?”

  “You’re gonna celebrate having me, and I’m gonna celebrate the result.”

  I joked, “Oh-oh, you’re putting pressure on me to perform up to your lofty expectations.”

  She took her eyes off the road long enough to look at me and say, “Roger, baby, you’re one man I know who can live up to my expectations.”

  Once back home, I put a bottle of champagne on ice and then got our smaller flat screen television from the bedroom and brought it out to the hot tub area. Hooking up the camcorder was easy enough. By then the water was hot, bubbling nicely and Heather stood before me in naked splendor.

  “You know, I love how you look at me, Roger. Not like a piece of meat but like I’m an artwork or something.”

  “You are a work of art, Heather sweetheart,” I said as I undressed.

  “Like a piece of fucking rebar,” she commented then laughed as she moved closer to me and palmed my already hard shaft as soon as it was exposed.

  “Let’s pop the cork and settle in to watch our movie,” I said.

  Each with a glass of champagne, we climbed into the tub. I’d already hit PLAY on the camcorder so the video was on while we settled in. Silently we watched and sipped. Heather clung to my side and absently stroked my cock. I sensed she was focusing on her dad’s anatomy, and I knew she probably would never truly rid herself of that fixation, that desire. Of course I’d seen the video already but not Heather, who gasped when she saw Erik’s garden hose of a cock.

  “Holy shit! Jan’s gonna take that? It’ll go all the way through her womb!”

  My comment was on something other than Erik’s prodigious appendage. “Look at your dad. Doesn’t he look like he’s not jealous in the least?”

  “I guess so. Why do you bring it up?”

  “Because he looks like a man in love and is comfortable knowing that Jan loves him even as she’s having sex with another man.”

  Heather gazed into my eyes and said, “And that’s like you, right?”

  “You’re a special young woman to understand how I feel about Jan and your father. Just as they are in love, I’m falling in love too.”

  “Oh Roger,” she crooned. “Don’t fall in love with me.”

  “Why not?” I asked, punctuating my question (for which I didn’t want an answer) with a kiss.

  I pulled her face to mine with a hand at her neck. Our lips met, not with fury but with tenderness only true lovers demonstrate. We forgot the video, the roiling hot water, the champagne, the world. Our tongues explored and our breaths mingled—when we breathed at all. My hand went to her vulva and found it wet beyond the effects of the water. She moaned and moved her lips away from mine. In silence she stood and sat on my lap. She wasn’t necessarily on my lap until she eased herself down on my aching erection. She leaned back against my chest as I reached around and caressed hers. Her eyes apparently on the TV which played my wife getting the full measure of Erik’s cock and loving it, Heather swayed, bounced lazily and moaned softly.

  She wasn’t the only one influenced by the video. My orgasm snuck up on me and I came deep inside Heather’s vise-like vagina. Whether she knew I’d cum or not, she kept the same
rhythm until she too was convulsing. Thankfully I’d been able to maintain a modicum of hardness until she climaxed.

  She remained on my lap, leaving my not-yet-wilted and dribbling cock burrowed in her heavenly hole. I kept my hands busy with her nipples and breasts as we focused our attention back onto the TV.

  After a minute or two of silence she said, “Do you like anal sex?” Watching a foot-long salami being buried in my wife’s rectum probably spurred the question.

  “Do you mean giving or receiving?”

  She chuckled, “Oh yeah, I forgot about that.” I’d probably never live down my coupling with Jackie.

  “To be honest I never thought about it much. It’s like a heterosexual taboo subject, but in my opinion it’s more about domination than sensation from the giver’s point of view. For a gay man, of course, it’s different.”

  “I’ve never done it… like that... yet it looked like Jan got off. What do you think?”

  “When you’re a… er… virgin… if you know what I mean… then it’s hard to get past the initial pain, but I guess once you do it could be pleasurable experience. A man has his prostate there for stimulation, and many women supposedly have nerve endings down there that are connected to her clitoris, though I’m no doctor and can’t swear to the veracity of what I’ve read. Now, to answer your question yes, Jan did get off because she told me so.”

  “Maybe someday I’ll try it, and when I do it will be with you.”

  “I’d be honored to be your first,” I said, but then I laughed and added, “There’s always Jackie or her friend, Angel.”

  “That must be weird, being a woman with a cock.”

  “I’m glad you put it that way. Jackie is a real woman.”

  “Yeah, I got that.”

  We remained like that for several minutes; my cock lazily snuggled within the warmth of her satisfied vagina as she stayed sitting on my lap. As the action on the TV began to wind down, Heather asked me how Jan felt about being with Erik. “I mean, the guy is gorgeous even without that cock. Does she want to fuck him again? I guess I couldn’t blame her if she did.”

  I thought about it for a few moments until I realized the best answer was there in the video. “Do you see how my wife is acting with your dad now that Erik isn’t there? That’s the look of two lovers who are made for each other. Jan has her man. Like with your two friends that day in your pool she doesn’t need to have Erik any more than the one-time taste.”

  She was silent for a while as we watched. Finally she said, “He looks as happy as I’ve ever seen him, and that’s after watching her having sex with a rival, at least that’s how he must look at Erik since they work together, right? I still don’t understand either one of you men and how you don’t get jealous.”

  “You’ll understand someday. Though maybe the only thing you have to understand is how amazing a woman Jan is.” I kissed the nape of her neck before adding, “You’re an amazing woman too. I’m glad you asked me to go with you to the campus. Your mother told me this morning how proud she was of you. I’m proud too; proud to be a small part of your life.”

  Heather whispered, “It’s not a small part.”

  I wasn’t sure if her use of ‘part’ was a double entendre but did it really matter? “We better get out of the water before we shrivel up and look like big raisins,” I said.

  She palmed my balls and joked about raisins before things got serious again and we kissed, standing up and nakedly holding each other as tight as we could. While we dressed I told her of my plans to speak with her father the next day and about the invitation for another party at Vibe.

  “I have a feeling that what you talk to Dad about will probably change all our lives forever.”

  “Your life won’t change, sweetheart. You’re going to go to college and become the best scientist in the world.”

  She sighed and said, “It’s already changed, I guess. Remember that I told you not to fall in love with me? I changed my mind, because I’m falling in love with you.”

  We kissed again with this one lasting like it would never end. Eventually it did, of course. Before she left I told her I’d call her after speaking with Griffin. I owed her that. Now, it seemed I owed her more.

  Chapter 31

  Jan

  We may have left the boat and swam ashore, but the “voyage” was still ongoing. It was only a matter of time when I’d be fighting off Teddy’s advances. Griffin had his own problem.

  Mel pranced around with her arms out saying, “I’m Eve… I’m Eve” over and over again, her heavy breasts swaying and bouncing with each cavorting step. She suddenly turned to Griffin and said, “Doesn’t going naked and being alone out here make you feel liberated?”

  Griffin being the man he was couldn’t help but pop an erection at her personification of Eve. “I think you’re more the forbidden fruit than Eve,” he said and smiled.

  She slinked up to him, making sure she was up against his rising cock. “You can take a bite out of that fruit anytime.”

  “But what about Teddy? You should be saving your fruit for him.”

  “He’s got other ideas.”

  Of course I heard her and so did Teddy. That was his cue. He grabbed me from behind in a bear hug, his cock poking at my backside. “Are you ready to play Eve to my Adam?”

  “No,” I said as casually as I could, “but I will play Emergency Room Doctor to your Trauma Patient. Are you ready for the trauma?”

  He knew I was dead serious and smartened up, loosening his hold though he didn’t back away. “It’s only natural that I want you, you’re such a babe.”

  “I’m with him and she’s with you,” I said, pointing. “It’s a simple equation, really.”

  Teddy scowled and said to Griffin, “We could share like old times, can’t we?”

  “That was a long time ago, Ted. Everything’s different now.”

  “That’s why you married the dyke. So you wouldn’t have to swap,” Teddy said in a huff.

  Griffin was obviously pissed. So obviously pissed that Mel backed away from him like she was afraid he’d hit her. “We’ve been friends for a long time, Teddy, but you’re acting like an asshole now and I don’t like it. Play Adam and Eve with Mel, okay. Jan and I will have our own island adventure.”

  Teddy shook his head and muttered “I should make you swim back to the fucking marina.” He called to Mel and said they were going to the other side of the island and we could “do what you want,” as he put it.

  I stood there holding hands with my Adam and watched the two of them walk off. “He won’t leave without us, will he?”

  “No, he can be an ass sometime but he’s not that cruel.”

  “But why is he like that? Is it a lawyer thing? Is it about power, proving something through sex?”

  “Hey…‘lawyer thing’? I’m not like that, am I?” he said jokingly.

  I chuckled. “No, not you.”

  “Teddy always had a thirst for power, so maybe you’re right. Proving something sexually would follow along from that. I have to tell you, the man used to have the stamina of a stallion and could fuck for hours. He’s made a lot more women scream from pleasure than from frustration in his lifetime, I’m sure.” As fate would have it at that moment Mel’s high-pitched wail echoed through the trees. “Let’s go spy on the old bastard… see if he still has it,” Griffin said as he grinned and took my hand in his.

  I quipped as we walked, “Some of Roger IS rubbing off on you. You’re a watcher now?”

  Griffin stopped walking and faced me. He said, “I’ll never be into watching you with anyone.”

  “I won’t make you watch either, but even as I say I love you, you have to understand that you don’t own me. Roger still has a large piece of my heart, and always will.”

  He sighed, “As you’ve reminded me many times already. I love you, January, so I guess I better learn, huh?”

  I smiled and slapped his ass. “I think you are learning, my love.”

 
; We continued walking until we came upon a small grassy clearing. Mel was on her hands and knees and Teddy was behind her pounding away. She was mewling like a lost kitten while Teddy grunted like a feeding bear. I thought of what Griffin said regarding Teddy’s stamina, considering how much time had elapsed since we heard Mel’s earlier wail. I had to admit that although I never thought of myself as a voyeur, old-fashioned tan lines turned me on. Even at his age Teddy was pretty fit and the tan lines from his skimpy Speedo caught my attention as his ass swayed and muscles flexed. Mel’s tan lines weren’t as pronounced but what there were of them added to the allure of watching.

  I didn’t realize how much the scene aroused me until I breathlessly whispered, “Let’s go do that ourselves,” and barely recognized my own voice. That’s when I noticed Griffin’s erection and the small dew-like droplet of pre-cum at its head. He didn’t need any convincing.

  Like two teenagers we sprinted through the trees toward the shore rocks where we found another grassy expanse. Our nakedness added to the Eden feel as we fell to the grass in sixty-nine position. He tongued my clit while I took his leaking manhood into my willing mouth. Griffin stopped cunnilingus long enough to warn me that my oral skills would have him cumming too quickly. I let him slip from my lips and said, “Then go ahead and cum,” before taking him into my mouth once again.

  I had him deep and held him there as he groaned and unloaded hot semen down my throat. I almost choked but fought the reflex and eventually managed to swallow it all.

  He looked down and made eye contact. “But what about you? You didn’t cum.”

  Wiping semen from my lips, I said, “Are you doubting my abilities, old man?” and then took him back into my mouth as I simultaneously caressed his balls. It didn’t take long at all to get him hard enough again.