Feeling/Seen 4

Julia didn’t blame Seb for being turned on by Pippa. After all, she had helped to arouse him, had deliberately jerked him off after he was hard. She doubted Seb would be embarrassed now over what had happened. And she didn’t want him to be.

She wanted him to fantasize about Pippa again so she could stroke him off again. Feel his cock, watch the sweet cum spurt out of him and into her rubbing hand.

The truth was Julia was a little ashamed herself. It was no surprise for Seb to be turned on by another woman, especially a woman like Pippa, but Julia had never been aroused by another woman. At least, she didn’t think she had.

There’d been times when she’d watched Seb cuck her, obviously with other women, and it’d gotten her hot. So hot she could barely wait until Seb had finished with the night’s slut—then came her turn, with all the excitement she felt burning into Seb like she could fuck him hard enough to punish him.

But that was all Seb, all offense and aggravation and provocation. Maybe there was a sharp tang to seeing Pippa’s naked body along with Seb, to know he was lusting after her—to feel his lust for that little blonde throbbing in her hand.

Yet she couldn’t deny that there was a separate desire, apart from Seb’s all-consuming personality. She had wanted Pippa for herself. Seb’s appreciation of her had been quite secondary to how passionately Julia felt, all by her lonesome. All for Pippa.

Julia now sat on her marriage bed, wondering if she should share this intrusive feeling with Seb or keep it to herself. There was something about lusting after Pippa that felt like a defeat. Like she was giving up a power she held.

She didn’t need Pippa to have fun, but Julia could still use her. Use her on Seb. If Seb fucked her, pretending she was Pippa, it would be like she was getting payback on Pippa for her audacity. Enjoying the fuck that she wanted, that she had aroused.

It might not be for her, all of Seb’s potent lust, but she would still be the one getting it. Would still be getting it when Seb’s cock was only a delicious memory for Pippa.

So why didn’t Julia call to her husband, bring him into the bedroom and fuck him now with this lust she herself had stolen from Pippa? Was it that she just wanted this to be between her and Pippa—a lovely little masturbation that Seb didn’t get to enjoy? The world might be his oyster, but not this.

She lifted her dress. There her panties were, wet already, her cunt feeling warm underneath them. The force of her lust, pulsing away underneath that silky fabric, seemed to awe and disconcert Julia. She didn’t shove her hand into her panties, but it drifted downward until it felt its way under her waistband.

She laid back on the bed and opened her thighs. Her hand pushed gently, with barely an insistence, at her quivering clit. Her eyes shut while she remembered Pippa: her face, her voice, the sensuality of her moans as Seb fucked her. But Julia shied away from guilty thoughts of him. She only thought of Pippa: her watching eyes, now, erogenous zones stimulated by what they saw.

Julia breathed heavily, her face reddened with enjoyment. She worked a finger inside herself. Her panties stretched around her delving hand as she rubbed herself more firmly, turning caresses into a fuck, her head back and her mouth open for pants and moans.

Seb stood in the doorway, watching his wife come.

His eyes were unblinking, his cock straining against the confines of his pants. He saw the creamy lushness of Julia’s thighs—all the soft, warming roundness that surrounded her masturbating hand. He stared at that hand, how exotic it looked on the other side of Julia’s panties.

It moved sinuously and Seb could almost feel what it was doing to his wife. He had touched her enough times to know how she was responding, even from across the room.

By the time Julia took her hand away from her panties, Seb was gone. She didn’t even know that he had looked at her. If she had, though, the idea would have pleased her. Despite the verve of her feelings towards Pippa, that didn’t mean she wanted to give up Seb.

Julia still wanted him to be the one touching her, feeling her, playing with her. Jamming his cock inside her and fucking her until they were both done.

It was just that naked girl on the balcony made her want other things too.

Julia wondered if Pippa would do her little sunbathing act again. If she did, Julia would watch. She knew Seb would too. And she would jerk him off again, to make sure he didn’t forget her just because Pippa made such an alluring spectacle.

The next day, Julia couldn’t wait for Pippa to emerge onto the balcony again. Neither could Seb. She saw her husband looking out the window constantly. He was never far from it or the sight of Pippa. Julia looked too, of course, but somehow it was Seb who saw her first.

The girl came out with a towel wrapped around her. She spread out a colorful blanket and laid out a cushion. Watching, Seb went rigid. Julia could tell she was there just by how he held himself, like he was transmitting something of himself out to Pippa, returning something that the sight of her was giving him.

“Another tanning session?” Julia teased him. She stood beside him, looking down his body at the bulge in his pants, then outward. Her gaze conjoined with his until it reached Pippa.

She lay there with her legs open, the pink soles of her feet directed towards Julia and Seb in a queenly gesture, like she expected them to approach her and kiss her toes.

Julia did want to do something with her; she wanted to see her cunt. She wanted Seb to see too—she didn’t know why. Maybe for the comfort of not being the only spy there at the window. She left her husband and came back with a pair of binoculars. She didn’t use them herself. She gave them to Seb.

“Take a look,” she told him. “See what’s changed.”

Seb laid eager hands on the binoculars and brought them up to his eyes. His cock still wasn’t out. Julia ran her hand over its swelling. It got bigger when she touched it, but Seb was also looking through the binoculars. He saw Pippa and Julia didn’t.

She whispered in his ear, looking at the eyepieces of the binoculars as if she could see through them too: “You look at her, baby. I’ll do the touching. Use the binoculars and see that cunt of hers again. I’ll jerk you off. Pretend my hand is her cunt—pretend you’re fucking her. And you can come in my hand again, like last time. She can get you hard and I can make you come. Your two little bitches…”

She opened Seb’s trousers and pulled his cock out; Seb kept looking through the binoculars. Julia gripped him tightly. She stroked him. It thrilled her how hard he was throbbing—Julia didn’t pretend that was for her. She knew he enjoyed having her rub his cock. Seb wouldn’t want to do that himself. He wanted to share that with his wife.

Julia took the binoculars and looked across the street. Pippa’s legs were far apart. The binocular’s magnification cut the distance between the two women until it was like Julia’s face was shoved in her lap. She saw how engorged Pippa’s folds were, the tip of her clit stinging its way out of the hood.

“She’s showing her cunt to you, Seb,” Julia moaned, handing the binoculars back to him. “When you look at it, she’s pretending you’re fucking her. I know I would.”

She pumped her husband’s member with him looking through the binoculars, stiffly pulsating with the lushness of Pippa in his eyes. His hips swayed like he was trying to press his groin against the wall, fuck his way to Pippa as though she was really as close as the binoculars made her seem, but Julia’s stroking hand controlled him. It kept him still enough for her to keep jerking him off.

Pippa seemed more vivid to Julia. She could see her clearly even without the binoculars. So could Seb, apparently. He lowered the binoculars to the side and just stared out the window as Julia throttled his erection. Maybe he wasn’t seeing Pippa across the street. Maybe he was seeing her as she’d been under him, as she’d looked when he was inside her.

Husband and wife stared out the window, enjoying the show the girl was putting on while she pretended not to be putting on a show. Julia held tightly to Seb’s cock, excited to see that naked body and know Seb was looking at it too and feel Seb’s reaction in her hand like it was hers.

Her own pussy quivered, its heat trying to match Seb’s. Her clit tingled, twitching and trembling inside her panties, while her breasts were swollen, filled with what she was feeling and what Seb was feeling and with what Pippa wanted her to feel, that exhibitionist slut. Her nipples sung with tenderness. She flexed her fingers around Seb’s prick, hearing him gasp. The sound didn’t entirely belong to her. It was half Pippa’s.

As if trying to get more out of him, Pippa did something new.

She rolled onto her stomach, pulling her pillow underneath her curvaceous body so it ended up beneath her crotch. Pippa straddled it, wrapped her creamy thighs around it. Her ass began moving, the buttocks wiggling, bunching together, and Julia understood with a kind of disbelief.

She’d gotten so used to seeing Pippa as an object of their desire that it was hard to fathom her as someone being seen, someone who wanted to be watched. But clearly she was enjoying having their eyes on her.

“She’s fucking that pillow,” Julia whispered to her husband as she handled his cock. “She’s pretending it’s a man—maybe even you—and she’s on top of it, riding it, fucking it. Imagine your cock inside that sweet cunt. Feel my hand like it’s her slippery little pussy…”

Standing at Seb’s side, feeling both their bodies tremble as they leaned against each other, Julia pitched her hand up and down her husband’s prick, mewling softly to him in zealous pleasure. He throbbed inside her fingers.

Her ass swayed, thrusting her hips as if she could get him inside her, but she didn’t want that. She wanted them to keep using Pippa as their fantasy’s plaything. She could enjoy Seb’s body later; right now she was enjoying Pippa’s.

Julia ran her other hand down Seb’s body, cupping his balls inside his pants. She squeezed them. He cooed with heated delight. Then she caressed his sculpted ass, wishing his tight jeans were out of the way so she could feel his bare flesh without slicking the denim aside.

Julia didn’t want to go so far as to distract him. If she took his mind off Pippa, he would realize he had a tight pussy to fuck right there, and then they’d be wasting the sight of Pippa. Or maybe he’d keep watching her, even knowing how wet Julia was, how ready. That might be worse.

Julia cupped his buttocks, trailing her fingers up and down the bulging curve his muscles made, then she went back in front of him to close both hands about his erection. They watched Pippa working away with her hips, grinding her sex into the cushion. Soft sighs of pleasure had to be coming out of her, as they had when Seb was fucking her, but there was no hearing such gentle music across the continental divide of two high-rises.