Dressed rather casually in her baggy white sleeveless shirt and white cotton M&S knickers, Angela gazed wantonly at her friend's naked body. The cotton felt nice, clinging to her skin, her nipples, hard, poking at the soft material, revealing the outline of a silver bar that pierced her left nipple, making it constantly hard and erect. The full silky soft cotton panties tucked neatly into her meaty labia, the fabric rubbing against her sensitive spot as she moved. She was already wet. Her fingers slowly rubbed her lips and her erect clit through the material.
Angela was hiding in the shadows of the bedroom. She voyeuristically enjoyed watching Veronica as she lay on the bed; occasionally, she was lucky enough to see them both together. She always thought of it as her own private sex show, and she loved it.
Angela had woken early that morning and was still feeling extremely horny. She vividly recalled the events of the previous evening, clearly remembering how wet she had become in the car as Veronica told her about the amazing sex. She grinned, recalling the amazing orgasm she’d had as she watched Veronica and John intently on her computer screen. Then she remembered the disappointment, with a hint of jealousy as her friend fed her husband the cum that had been deposited in her pussy. How she wished it had been her. Her favourite toy lay beside her, still sticky from her own pleasure. She shook her head, trying to clear her senses. She needed sex, hard and dirty, and she needed it soon.
Her mouth felt dry, and a distinctive taste lingered on her tongue. She had a mild headache; it felt like a hangover. She knew she was dehydrated. She climbed out of bed, pulled on a clean pair of panties and a vest-type shirt, and walked into the kitchen, her bare feet padding softly on the cold tiled floor. Despite being the tenant, she felt comfortable walking around in her underwear; she was an athletic, fit-looking woman, and basically didn’t care who saw her. She had known both Veronica and John for several years and secretly had a crush on both of them.
She contemplated her choices as she grabbed a bottle of sparkling water from the kitchen fridge. Then she grabbed a gram of paracetamol for her headache. She stood before the French doors, gazing out at the garden. An overnight frost had left tiny ice crystals glistening on the grass, sparkling in the early morning sunlight. How pretty, she thought, daydreaming. She took a large drink from the bottle to quench her thirst and swallowed the two tablets. She gasped as the mouth of the bottle left her lips, then burped as the gas rushed back up from her stomach. She wiped her mouth with her forearm, then turned and walked back to her room.
She threw two pillows towards the head of the bed so she would have something to lean against. “Comfort is very important,” she said to herself. Then she climbed back into bed and opened her computer.
Had she imagined hearing John leave earlier? Unconsciously, her fingers, cold and damp from the bottled water, started to rub the material covering her breasts. She tugged on the piercing in her sensitive nipple as she confirmed that Veronica was alone. She gasped at the sight of her beautiful friend lying there naked.
The soft white bed sheets were all ruffled, and the duvet was lying in a heap on the floor. Angela watched as her friend’s hands and fingers caressed her body. She was so tempted to run up to Veronica’s room, but managed to suppress the urge. Angela's finger tips were toying with her pussy lips through her panties as she watched her friend. She pulled the gusset of her panties to the side and grabbed her favourite toy. Her fingers stroked the hard, pink plastic, feeling the ridges and imitation veins covering its surface, before rubbing its bulbous head along her labia. Closing her eyes briefly, she wished it were John's hard cock. She spread her legs and slid it effortlessly into her wanton cunt. She was already soaking wet.
Her fingers twisted the base, and the vibrations ignited her senses. She left it there, fully inserted, enjoying the sensation and hearing the gentle hum. Her spine tingled, and her toes curled, as she gripped the plastic with her pussy muscles. She started to fuck herself slowly as she lay back on her bed, watching Veronica’s hands caressing her body. She dreamed of licking Veronica’s beautiful pussy as John fucked her from behind. She wanted so much to be their plaything and would gladly fuck and suck them both.
Angela wanted more; she needed to be closer and eventually gave in to temptation. She needed to see her friend in real time, not flickering on her computer screen. She was right there, upstairs, only a few feet away. Angela convinced herself that Veronica wouldn’t notice her. “She hadn’t before!” she thought. Angela removed her vibrator, switching it off and leaving it on the bed. Her pussy leaked, and a damp patch appeared beneath both her and her pussy-pleasing toy as she swung her legs off the bed, stood, and quickly straightened her knickers, pulling them up tight so the material slid between her lips. She looked at herself in the mirror. “Wow, that cameltoe is impressive.” A damp patch was clearly evident and growing in size, as her juice seeped from between her lips, practically making her panties opaque.
She moved quickly and quietly, up the carpeted stairs, slipping effortlessly into Veronica’s bedroom, and taking up her usual hiding spot. Angela’s pussy throbbed as she observed Veronica lying on the bed naked. A faint gasp escaped her lips as Veronica stretched her arms above her head, revealing her beautiful, toned body as she yawned loudly, adjusting her position, letting her legs fall open. Angela yearned to suck on her delicious nipples, the pink buds hovering over the dark areolas, a stark contrast to her pale skin. Then she noticed them hardening, reacting to the cool breeze wafting across the room from the open window. The sunlight streaming through the slightly open curtains bathed her friend in a golden glow.
Angela froze, sensing Veronica had heard her gasp. Standing perfectly still, holding her breath, then slowly relaxing, she dismissed the notion as she continued to watch.
Veronica hadn't really flinched, had she? Was her mind playing tricks? Angela watched as Veronica drank from the bottle on the bedside table before resting her head back on the pillow. Angela stared intently as her friend sensually licked and sucked her fingers. She lifted both legs, then, bending her knees, placed her feet flat on the mattress, her ankles touching; she slowly let them fall to either side, spreading her legs wide. Angela could see everything from where she stood; she had a clear view of Veronica's pink, puffy pussy, her wet hole already gaping. Angela looked up at her friend's face and noticed her wincing expression as her fingers touched her tender lips, slipping effortlessly into her hot, wet hole. Angela heard a moan escape her mouth as she did so.
Angela imagined it was her fingers touching Veronica, that it was her lips planting small, sensual kisses on her pussy, teasing her clit with the tip of her tongue and sucking her lips into her mouth.
Angela couldn't help herself; the fingers on her left hand touched the front of her shorts, sliding along the soft cotton between her swollen lips, applying pressure to her already hard clit whilst the other hand pinched her erect nipple, pulling on the silver bar that pierced it. She bit her bottom lip as she watched, her hand sliding beneath her T-shirt to expose her breast. She was still fighting the increasing urge to go over, climb on the bed and lick Veronica's deliciously wet pussy, until she screamed out her name and came all over her face.
Angela gazed intently as Veronica slipped two fingers in and out of her pussy, the juice glistening in the sunlight as she rotated her hand, her fingers knuckle deep, squelching as her other hand caressed and squeezed her breast, pinching the nipple. Angela revelled in the squelching sound of her friend's fingers sliding in and out, faster and faster.
Angela nearly squealed as she observed Veronica's orgasm approach. Veronica pinched her nipple hard, crying out as her back arched and she lifted her bottom off the bed. Fluid erupted from around her fingers; her hand was soaked, her juices dripping down. Her now-wet legs were shaking as her orgasm started to subside.
Then Veronica slowed her actions, her body relaxed, and she rolled onto her side, revealing her perfect bottom. She seemed to settle quickly, one hand draped over her hip, the other resting in front of her, leaving a wet stain on the sheets. Veronica continued to moan softly as she fell back to sleep.
Angela waited a few minutes, ensuring she was sleeping, then she crept closer. Her bare feet were treading ever so softly, leaving faint indentations in the lush, thick carpet. Lowering herself onto her knees, she crawled the last few feet.
Angela’s head slowly popped up at the side of the bed, like a stealthy Navy SEAL coming out of the ocean. The scent of Veronica’s arousal instantly filled Angela’s nostrils, and she couldn’t resist any longer. She tentatively reached for Veronica’s hand, leaning forward slightly as she lifted it to her mouth. slowly slipping the fingers between her lips, savouring the taste.
Veronica moaned softly in her sleep, and Angela froze again, praying she hadn’t woken her. Then secretly wished she had. She knelt at the side of the bed, listening to Veronica breathe, placing Veronica’s hand just in front of her, sensing her own needs, as more juice leaked into the gusset of the cotton panties. Angela slid her hand down and into her knickers to gain access to her sodden pussy. Touching herself, she shuddered slightly as she felt the wet cotton material slip from between her lips. She replaced it eagerly with her fingers, the tips circling the gaping wet slot before plunging into her, hot, wet hole, flexing her pelvic floor muscles and gripping them tight.
Angela's knees were spread, her bottom hovered over her heels as she gazed wantonly at Veronica. She was so preoccupied with fingering and pleasuring herself that she hadn't heard John return home. He had crept in through the back door before quietly ascending the stairs, also not wanting to disturb Veronica.
He had assumed Angela was out, as her door was open when he passed. He now stood in the doorway to their bedroom, mesmerised by what he was watching.
John couldn't believe how aroused he was as he watched Angela kneeling at the side of the bed, her back to the door. He stared at her semi-naked body and athletic figure; her bottom looked amazing. Her knickers pulled so tight, he could clearly see her hand moving; he knew she was fingering herself. He wanted to reach down and unzip his pants, pull out his rapidly hardening cock, grab Angela and fuck her right there. But he knew he couldn't; he would need Veronica‘s permission.
Despite knowing Angela for years, John hadn't really noticed how beautiful Angela was, treating her more like a sister than a tenant or friend. Now, though, as he watched her masturbating, as she gazed at his wife, he felt the urgent need to rub his cock, through his pants. He gazed at his beautiful wife and his friend, wondering where this might lead. “Will Veronica wake up?” he thought. Should he intervene?
John and Veronica knew Angela listened to them having sex; they could hear her when she was playing solo. She always screamed quite loudly when she came. They found it excited them, knowing that someone else was getting turned on listening to them. Veronica always wondered whether she watched them, too. John always dismissed the idea, but Veronica knew her better.
Discussions about sex in the previous weeks had led to Veronica fucking another man. John cleaned this man’s cum from her pussy. Veronica had also expressed and fantasised about watching and cleaning up after John. They had toyed with the idea of inviting Angela into their bed.
Veronica told John that she wanted to watch him fuck another woman, then eat his cum from her pussy. John clearly remembered that Veronica had said: “Angela is perfect.” But again, John had dismissed it, not realising that Angela also secretly fancied him and would probably do anything to get his big cock between both sets of her lips.
John shook his head, deciding not to do anything yet; he would have to speak with Veronica first. He reluctantly stopped rubbing himself and carefully turned around. He crept back down the stairs quickly and quietly, stopping briefly outside Angela’s room. Curiously, he stepped inside and looked around. He noticed her computer, then her vibrator glistening on the bed, the dark shadow of moisture visible beneath it. John reached over and picked up the long, thick, hard plastic toy, tentatively lifting it towards his face. He savoured the scent as he rolled it under his nose like a good Cuban cigar, then uncharacteristically ran the tip of his tongue along and around the phallic-shaped toy. "Mmm, Angela tastes good," he thought.
Placing the toy back on the bed, he opened her computer, curious about what she had been watching. He gasped out loud, startled again as a clear picture of his wife appeared on the screen. She was now lying on her back, her breasts swaying slightly as she breathed, the tiny patch of red pubes clear as day, guarding her pussy. He then realised it was a live feed, noticing Angela still kneeling at the side of the bed, with one of her breasts exposed, her free hand groping the bare flesh, as her other hand was now frantically rubbing and fingering her cunt. She looked close to an orgasm, he thought.
John had a wicked thought, so he quickly closed the computer. He turned, walked back into the kitchen and headed straight towards the back door. He quickly opened it and slammed it shut. "Hi honey, I'm home,” he yelled, giggling to himself.
He stood in the kitchen, opened the fridge, and grabbed a cold drink. He clearly heard a rustling sound as he stood waiting for a few minutes. He decided to move towards the stairs but stopped when he heard movement in Angela’s room. He wondered how she had gotten back in there so quickly. He hovered at the base of the stairs for a moment.
Veronica called back, adding, “I will be down in a minute.”
John turned and returned to the kitchen.
To be continued
