Feeling/Seen 2 (Patreon)

Julia came home to see her husband looking out the window. After observing his intent face for a moment, she went up to the glass until she shared his view. From there, she could look directly across into Pippa’s apartment.

She lay there naked, her pink nipples crowning those ponderously large breasts. The golden triangle of her pubic hair was visible as well. An open magazine rested on Pippa’s face, but Julia remembered how beautiful it was. It had been no chore for Seb to fuck her.

Pippa, Julia thought. Such a sweet name. An innocent name. Old-fashioned, too. Not many girls were named Pippa these days. Yet she was only just in her twenties. The name fit the girl, with her look of nubile purity. And she was sunning herself naked on the balcony of her apartment. So how innocent could she be?

Surely Pippa knew they could see her. Most of the windows were dark, many of the residents at work, yet there was no guarantee that a whole apartment block wasn’t peeking at her.

Pippa didn’t seem to mind at all.

It was a lovely sight, Julia could admit. Even she had to enjoy looking at Pippa. That long blonde hair and that absurdly buxom rack of hers. Her suntanned flesh was a cool bronze to go with her gold hair. Julia could never manage that tan; the sun burned her tender flesh before it would let her darken.

She was close to perfection as human clay could get, Julia thought, a little jealous. Just a little on the short side. But then, men didn’t mind that. They liked manhandling a girl around.

As Julia watched, Pippa changed position. She twisted onto her stomach. The swollen fullness of her naked ass came into view. Her buttocks were thickly rounded; their curvature ran deep between her cheeks. And even at this range, her flesh looked like rich cream, with a velveteen texture that made Julia wish she could reach across the street and feel it.

Like Seb had.

Julia wondered what her husband was thinking, looking at that beautiful young flesh he’d possessed once, then never again. Those full, flawlessly shaped breasts—the thick thatch of dark-blonde hair between her legs—and now that decadently jutting ass, perfectly rolling to lead into those lovely long legs.

Julia asked herself if his cock was hard, if he was dreaming of Pippa’s cunt, if he was trying to recall what it had felt like to be inside her.

A shudder made its way through Julia’s body with staggering inevitability—a blend of anger and arousal that became a strange, tight heat pressing down on her sex. Her clit began to twitch. She’d seen Pippa naked before… she’d seen virtually nothing else as she and Seb prepared the exhibit… but this was different. This heat mingled with the heat she felt for Seb… the sight of his cock fucking into that pretty little pussy… she had such a vivid image of it.

One more work of art from their grand project.

Seb had enjoyed it, of course. But how much?

Julia told herself she didn’t care. But the steamy sensation between her legs made it a lie. She was hot, turned on, getting moist. Her wetness escaped her and soaked the gusset of her panties.

As if restless, Pippa turned onto her back again. Broadcasting those gorgeous tits that utterly dominated her short, slight body. Perhaps it was that she was petite that made her breasts seem so oversized. But no, they really were massive. Julia had seen how Seb’s hands could barely fit them. His mouth had been utterly overwhelmed as he sucked them…

Julia stared, her eyes unfocusing as desire crashed through a pussy that felt very neglected just then. Of course, she’d had to stay away from Seb for the performance piece to work. Then, with them getting the show ready and prepping to take it on tour, they hadn’t exactly been able to make up for lost time. At least, she hadn’t. Seb was as much a satyr as ever—why else would he be looking but that he hadn’t had time to touch?

Pippa crooked her knee, then let it fall to one side. Julia squinted, realizing that if she were closer—if she had binoculars like the pervert she was staring at—she’d be able to make out the pinkness of Pippa’s labia. That hadn’t been clear in the pictures. They couldn’t exactly get the best angles with how they were photographing her.

As it was, Julia could just make out the shape of Pippa’s mound under the glossy pelt of her pubic hair. The details still weren’t hers, but Seb knew from experience…

Struggling with her thoughts, Julia turned to him. Yes. Clearly he was thinking of that, of all of it. Using Pippa now to remember what had gone before. If he could’ve opened the window and leaned out for an iota of a better view, he would’ve done it. He still hadn’t even noticed her.

Before she knew what she was doing, Julia stepped behind Seb. She watched how his body quivered with the arousal inside it. Her sex flared again, harder than ever, and she had to choke back a moan.

“I guess she’s come to enjoy the attention,” Julia said softly.

“Oi!” Seb gasped, twisting around to see his wife behind him.

“Now that she knows she’s getting it,” Julia concluded, stepping past Seb for a look at Pippa so close, she was almost touching the glass. “I suppose it’s healthy to enjoy it. And we did make it easy… for her to enjoy it.”

Seb flushed; she noticed he shifted away from her, trying to hide the crotch of his pants. Julia smiled to herself. Then wondered if she really should enjoy embarrassing her husband. And why he was embarrassed. It was an open relationship. He’d been with other women—they both had, together even, and Seb had never felt the need to hide anything about it. What was so different about Pippa?

Was it that now she knew she was being watched?

“Maybe she even wants it,” Julia continued, her voice growing low… a little husky. “So we’re just giving her what she wants.”

“The same way she gave to us,” Seb remarked, his own voice monotonous, giving nothing back to Julia’s flirty tone.

“You wanted us to make things right with her,” Julia commented, forcing casualness. “Beyond half the city lusting after her.”

“She didn’t want half the city. She wanted Thomas.”

“No, she wanted you.And she got you.” Julia reminded him. “Does she still have you?”

“Just my eyes,” Seb answered, though a tremor went through him.

“Just your eyes?” She unzipped his fly. His cock came out, long and hard.

A lurching heat shot through Julia at the sight of it. She should be angry with him, she knew. She squeezed her thighs together in denial, but that was a mistake. The pressure sent a stab of sheer rapture into her swollen clit. This moan she couldn’t hold in.

“Do you like that I’m looking at her?” Seb asked.

“Do you like that I’m looking at her?” Julia retorted, turning her gaze back to Pippa.

Pippa with her breasts.

Pippa with her long legs.

Pippa with that well-pleased cunt—thanks to her husband.

“Quite a sight,” Seb admitted.

“Quite a sight,” Julia agreed.

She touched her hips to his thigh, taking a note of pleasure in their height difference. She was as petite as Pippa was. Julia felt his body shake. Was he thinking of her or of Pippa? Did it matter? There was only one way he could use that free-floating passion within him—and somehow, the thought that it was not directed at her, but belonging to Pippa… that it could be stolen from Pippa… made Julia feel aroused, ready.

It was like she wasn’t herself, but Pippa. That stupid slut with her steaming pussy in control of her. Her emotions pulling her to the biggest dick and oh yes, the photos had revealed that poor dead Thomas didn’t bear out the stereotypes on that count.

Julia flexed her buttocks, taking a look at Seb’s erection as all his body language tried to downplay it—to, for once, not make it look so monstrously big. “Feel like fucking her again?” she heard herself ask her husband.

Seb let out a grunt, like air driven out of him by a blow. She pushed her hips harder against his body.

“I know she’s got a hot body, but does that excite you or is it that she’s offering it to you, wanting to be looked at? Practically begging for it? I thought forbidden fruit was sweeter—or do you like the thought that she’s been broken in? Is she gagging for you all over again, Seb?”

Julia trembled, unable to stop this pornographic talk to the man she should be faithful to, the man who should be faithful to her. She stared, trying to see the lips of Pippa’s slit, but still only saw the suggestive part of her hair. And those firm, spectacular tits.

Her hand moved; Julia quivered head to toe at what she was about to do to her husband. She reached again to his crotch and felt Seb twist his hips, as if to keep her hand from touching him. To preserve the singularity of what he was feeling for Pippa?

“Keep looking at her,” Julia said in a hushed voice. “Think of what you did with her and what you’d like to do next… how you’d touch her, where you’d touch her, how she’d love it even more than the first time… now that she knows her place… and think of this as her hand… serving you like it should.”

Her voice came out filled with heady desire. Her hand moved to his prick. It shook as Seb was shaking. She touched the hardness of his heated member with the tips of her fingers and crooning at her success, Julia closed her fingers around its girth.

“Oooh… keep looking at her, baby. Keep thinking what you’d like to do to her. Isn’t she hot, Seb? Don’t her breasts stand up so nice, with those hard little nipples? Wouldn’t you like to kiss those sugary pink nipples, honey? Run your tongue around them, suck them like candy?”

As she spoke so seductively to her husband, her hand stroked his cock. She didn’t look at him, but focused on Pippa just as he was. The feel of his prick in her hand was sheer ecstasy to Julia. He’d fucked her, obviously, but she hadn’t really felt his cock, hadn’t touched it and delighted in it, since her ‘death’.

Seb was concentrating hard on Pippa’s naked beauty, almost ignoring what Julia’s hand was doing to him. But his erection throbbed and bucked, spurred on by Julia’s touch—Pippa couldn’t take all the credit for that. Julia was the one who knew how to stroke and play him. She had a life with him; Pippa had only had one night.

Julia saw, out of the corner of her eye, how Seb’s gaze burned with rapturous enjoyment—what he was looking at and what was being done to him. His throbbing built against her palm. She closed her fingers tighter, squeezing until Seb gasped. Immensely excited, he rolled his hips into what she was doing, fucking her hand now as much as she was pumping his cock.

“She has such a nice set of tits, doesn’t she, Seb?” Julia’s voice was low and throaty now. “Did you enjoy feeling those tits, squeezing them in your hands? Did she moan while you were playing with them? Or were you focused on a bigger prize? Look at that cunt hair, baby. She’s a natural blonde, now isn’t she just? Don’t you wish we could see her better? Already we can almost see her little vulva. Her little cunt. Do you like that word better? I do. I love that word, cunt. It makes me quiver when I say it. Say it for me, baby. Say ‘cunt’ for your wife.”

But at this point Seb could only pant—pant and keep watching Pippa. His prick throbbed. It felt insanely hot to Julia, like he had a fever, burning him up from the inside out. Julia knew how he felt. It was obvious in how his cock pulsed, in that beautiful hardness that could barely stand to not be inside the woman it wanted.

She squeezed him and Seb groaned softly. He licked his lips… Julia watched his tongue traipse over those sweet red lips and thought of how lucky she was that she got to look at both him and her… and then she went back to staring at Pippa, like he was doing.

“Pippa had a real hot cunt, didn’t she Seb? And you fucked it. You still remember how she fucked. Your cock feels like it did on our wedding night, so hard and long and thick. We didn’t need any other women then, did we? But it’s still so much fun.”

Julia pumped her fist up and down on his endowment, no longer wondering whether she or Pippa loomed larger in his desires. With the feel of his cock in her hand, all that mattered was what she wanted. What she was going to do with her husband.

Wifey wanted to fuck. It didn’t matter what Pippa wanted. Didn’t even matter what Seb wanted. All that mattered was that his cock was hard and it was Julia’s. He would use it on her. When he’d given it to Pippa, he was still just doing what Julia wanted. She remembered the pictures. God, they’d been a raging inferno together. But Julia didn’t need photographs to know how hot she was with Seb. She felt like a five-alarm fire when he was inside her. Right now, she already felt like she was one moment away from being ash.

“Look at Pippa, baby. Look at those tits. That pussy. Wouldn’t you like to put your cock back in her pussy and fuck her all over again? Show her it was no fluke how you made her come the first time? Does that tight little cunt just suck on a big cock like yours? I think it did.”

Pippa moved about without going one step away from their sight. She was twisting her hips around, her legs parting and closing like a pair of scissors. Both Julia and Seb watched her with wide eyes. She started to thrust her hips up and down. The magazine hid her face from the sun, from them, but Julia didn’t care. It was better not seeing that face—not knowing what expression Pippa wore. Julia wouldn’t want to know if Pippa was enjoying this more than them.

“She looks so sweet, so innocent, even naked—but I know she isn’t. She knows she isn’t. She’s out here naked, knowing we can see here. Knowing I can see her. She’s not just a whore for you, she’s my whore too. Wouldn’t you love to fuck her while I’m watching you, darling? Ooo, yes, you’d love it!”

Pippa’s hands moved over her body as if propelled by her watchers’ roving eyes. They stroked, caressed, felt what the voyeurs were so desperate to touch. Julia and Seb watched her fingers crest her tits and squeeze into their succulent roundness, all while her creamy thighs opened and closed, seeming to accept an invisible lover. As if making love to the homage their gaze paid her.

Julia pumped faster on Seb’s cock, felt it swell even bigger. She knew that if she kept jerking on it, maybe even for only a second more, he’d erupt. And Julia knew she wanted that, wanted that more than she wanted him to use that massive erection on her. She didn’t want to leave Pippa out of this abnormal threesome’s climax. She wanted to use the sight of her until the very end.

Seb’s cock burned and it throbbed, like it was trying to shake off her hand, scald her, get rid of her touch so there was only Pippa. But Julia wouldn’t be ignored. She pumped him faster, held him tight. Her cunt seethed with need. She wanted to rub herself while she touched Seb too. But she didn’t. She wasn’t the one getting fucked today; Pippa was.

She had put herself on a silver platter, theirs to play with, and they were using her just like she wanted. Julia kept talking softly to Seb, telling him how wet and soft Pippa’s sex would be. As if he didn’t already know.

“I bet her cunt would feel even better than my hand, hubby,” Julia said, both of them watching Pippa slide her hands up and down her thighs. Feeling out their luscious softness as a woman could only do to herself. “A hand can do a lot for a hot prick, but a cunt is always better. But don’t worry. I bet she wishes she had a hard cock too. Look at her. I think she knows how good a hand feels…”

Pippa ran her hand between her thighs. Only once, but they saw the tingle that went through her. With all her curves, all her soft roundness, it was impossible not to see how her body jiggled with a pleasurable spasm.

“You should fuck her,” Julia told Seb, feeling his erection burn like it could scorch its way free of her tight grip. “You should let her know you still watch her, tell her how hard she makes you, that you want a second helping of that pussy she gave you while her boyfriend was offing himself.”

Seb let out a grunt, his hips powering forward as Julia held his cock tight.

“Are you ready to come, baby?” Julia asked huskily. “Are you gonna come hard? That’s okay, babe… you come all you want. I’ll help you get it all out. Look at Pippa and pretend you’re fucking her while your loving wife makes you come. It’s no big deal. We’re just playing. It’s only make-believe, a little fantasy. Everyone has those. Just imagine my hand is that sweet cunt and you’re inside her again. Then come as hard as you can.”

She felt the jerking of his prick between her fingers and Seb grunted hard. Julia looked away from Pippa’s nakedness in time to see his thick white seed fly from his cock, splashing against the window like a helping of food slapped down on a pristine plate.

Julia gasped as a jet of pure heaven shot through her womanhood. Seb had been satisfied, but she’d gotten so horny she was on the verge of losing control.

Still, she jerked her husband’s cock until there was nothing left for him to spurt, then took her hand away. Turning her back on the view, she put her other hand on Seb’s arm and guided him to their bedroom, where the curtains were drawn.

“That’s enough Pippa for one night,” she said. “Now I want your mouth. Maybe you can pretend you’re between her legs… and I can imagine she’s between mine.”