Let me start this off by saying I love my husband. I have loved him since we met as sophomores in college. We didn't start dating until our junior year but he was tall and handsome and sort of the leader of his circle of friends. One of those guys people are naturally drawn to.
If you could bottle that quality you would make a mint in the 'awkward boys' market. Also respectful of women. When all the rest of his friends talked about how they'd fucked this girl or that he'd chuckle with the rest of him but even though I know he got a lot of pussy before we settled down together, he never joined in the bragging ritual.
This whole weird fantasy started at a party. We went to CU Boulder, which is a bit of a party town so they could get loud and drunken and there was almost always some drama but it was a nice way to blow off steam from the taxing class load. I was studying to go into business management and he was studying electrical engineering.
I had met him in the last semester and our paths had crossed a few times both on campus and at social events like the one we had been at when this all started. I was seeing a guy off and on again and he was with me that night but mostly we were doing our own things. I was chatting with my girlfriends and drinking too much and I was sneaking glances at Daniel. Always Daniel, never Dan.
He looked relaxed in a flannel shirt and blue jeans and his girlfriend, Jacqueline at the time, was hanging off of him. Every once in a while, when she though no one was looking she'd cup the bulge in his pants and squeeze a little before slipping her hand away.
I'm more cute than beautiful. I'm petite with small breasts and a cute ass. I wore my hair in a pixing cut back then, longer in front than the back and that night I was wearing almost the exact same thing as Daniel. My jeans were tighter and my flannel was red where his was blue and I was definitely trying to show the zero cleavage I have so I had the top buttons undone.
Jacqueline though was one of those girls you see on the south beach of Miami. Big, round tits, tanned thighs showing under the hem of her too-short and slinky dress. Her eyes were smokey and her hair was arranged in artful curls that looked elegant and slutty at the same time. Her own cleavage was a lot more substantial and sparkled with glitter. She was tan and it was striking against the pale yellow of the dress. Dark, ruby lips shone with lip gloss and looked like ripe cherries.
I looked her up years later after 'the incident' and saw the toll that sun worshiping had taken on her. She looked leathery and it made me feel better but for all you girls out there, staying out of the sun might not get you as many men in your twenties but in your thirties and forties you'll be thankful you made the sacrifice.
Anyways, back to the story. After an hour or so of her teasing him, all of which I could see the outline of his hard cock pointing up his pants. He was so hard I could actually make out the tip of his dick against the rough denim of his jeans.
I was squeezing my thighs together and enjoying the ache in my pussy as I watched them. They chatted with their friends, she would get up to get them more drinks and come back and the teasing would start again until I could tell he was almost ready to fuck her right on the coffee table.
Sarah, one of my inner circle of friends stepped up from behind the sofa and leaned over her mouth almost pressed against Daniel's ear. She whispered something, her lips turned up in a smile and her cheeks a little rosy from the Jack and Coke's she'd been drinking. Without listening for a response she turned, her hips swaying a bit more than was necessary and made her back towards the back of the house.
Daniel smiled uncomfortably and listened for a minute more as Jacqueline talked to the couple across from them. Then he leaned over and said something to Jacqueline and stood, trying to hide his hard-on. She nodded and leaned back on the couch, barely stopping the conversation as he made his way back where Sarah had gone.
What's this then? I thought, my inner imp delighted. I was farther away and it took me almost thirty seconds of pressing through people to get through.
I made it to the kitchen and sighed in frustration. Damn. I thought and then cheered myself up by starting to think up what I was going to whisper in my boyfriend, Jon's ear to take advantage of how slick my pussy was. I craned my neck over the crowd to try to catch a glimpse of him but I didn't feel like pressing through the people again. So I stayed in the kitchen and poured myself another drink.
As I leaned against the counter I noticed that the screen on the sliding glass door was still open. The glass itself was closed by the screen was open. Not unusual but with a flash of insight I realized that they might have gone outside. Towards the back of the kitchen, through a small hallway was one of the duplexs bathrooms and it had a window that looked out over the back yard.
I slipped down the darker hallway and entered it, closing and locking the door behind me. The music died away a little bit when the door closed but it was still too loud to hear anything outside and the window was frosted so I couldn't see out of it. The window itself was one of those crank-opening numbers.
Unlocking it was easy but I was afraid they might notice if it opened noisily. It was quieter in the bathroom but probably quieter outside. It took me almost a whole minute of slowly increasing pressure on the crank until it popped open with barely a bump. I opened it one inch, then two and waited.
The first thing I heard was the unmistakeable sound of gagging and a pleased groan. My heart raced. I had been right. My nose was practically out the little gap of the window as I strained to listen.
...all night." I heard Sarah finish. "...am I better?" I opened the window just a little more, maybe a three inch of gap and the night sounds of the outside opened up as well. I could hear the slurping and muffled moaning of a woman doing her best to blow.
There was a pause, "Give me your cream. I want you in me when we go back in."
I reached my hand down, inside the hem of my jeans and almost came as my finger found my clit. I half expected to hear the rhythmic slapping of two people fucking but the slurping restarted and I realized what she'd meant.
He grunted something but his voice was much lower than hers and didn't carry as much so I didn't hear it. It only lasted a few minutes, maybe five or six but I was panting by the end and when I heard a low groan and the muffled moans of Sarah I came, my head thrown back. I shuddered and jerked and almost passed out from holding my breath. I was afraid that if I breathed out it would be a long wail of pleasure.
There were spots in my eyes by the time I started breathing again. I left the window alone and took a moment to compose myself. I heard the sliding door open from where I sat on the toilet. I washed my hands, checked my hair and exited. My knees almost shook as I made my way back down the hallway and to the main party.
I pushed back through the people but someone had taken my spot so I leaned against a wall and talked absently with a guy who was probably trying to pick me up. I looked around for Jon and spotted Jacqueline and Daniel. She was still chatting and he had a bit of a dazed look but I could see little wet spots on his thighs where Sarah had been sloppy. Sarah was now leaning against her own wall, so that the three of us made almost a perfect triangle. I could see her catch his eye, a slow Cheshire smile growing on her puffy lips and she rubbed her toned belly sexily.
