The door opened a crack. Maria peered outside in both directions before addressing the three of us. "Top of the stairs, make a left, open door. Go in and shut the door. Go!"
The three of us tiptoed quickly through the kitchen, down the hall to the stairs, passing the closed doors along the way. I led the charge, dancing lightly up the stairs and making a beeline for the open door on the left. We all entered safe, and I closed the door softly, trying not to disturb them. Tara laughed at the absurdity of the situation, but Mike just shrugged. We had made it.
It had been three weeks since our first encounter; three long, agonizing weeks as I hadn't been able to quit thinking about Maria. We had kept up with Mike and Tara, and although Maria wanted a more intimate encounter this time, she had decided that Mike and Tara should join. I was happy to oblige, partially because I dug Maria's tendencies and partially because I selfishly wanted to see Tara get naked.
It wasn't really supposed to be like this, though. Maria's kids were supposed to be at their father's house for the weekend, but those plans were dashed when he came down with the flu this morning. Tara and Mike had, of course, already booked a babysitter, and their kids were older and would be awake.
So we decided to take a risk. Maria had told us her kids would be in bed by 10, and it looked like that was the case. The house was quiet; the kids' bedrooms were downstairs and only Maria's room and some storage were on the second floor.
Truth be told, it really wasn't a very nice neighborhood. But the lower-middle-class neighborhood only added to the situation, I thought – dirty sex with a dirty girl in a dirty neighborhood. All of the pieces fit.
Mike and Tara didn't seem to have much trouble adapting, and they sat chatting on the edge of Maria's queen bed as I surveyed the room. It was pretty simple. A queen bed with nondescript brown sheets. A nightstand with a lamp. Overhead light with a ceiling fan. Small table with a small television. Dresser with a nice vanity mirror. Small bathroom in the corner with a shower, toilet, and sink and not much else. She had probably straightened up a bit before our arrival, as the floors were clear and the room looked generally clean.
"So, like, you two are an item, right?" Tara asked softly, breaking our silence. I was taken aback a bit, surprised at the question. "I mean, I know you said you're not but I could tell by the way you were looking at her and holding her hand last time. You two are cute together." I could feel myself getting red in the face.
"Well, no we're not together," I replied. We had been talking about it, though. It all sounded crazy to me. I've been dating my girlfriend for years, yet I couldn't deny my feelings for a 39 year-old single mother whom I'd met online. But I couldn't bring myself to say it, at least not to them. "We're close. I wouldn't say 'together'."
Mike began to unpack the bag he had brought, pulling out the camera. Tara continued: "well obviously she likes you a lot. She wouldn't have brought up the camera thing if she didn't. Women just don't decide to make amateur porn with guys they don't have feelings for. I don't know."
While I agreed with her premise, I didn't want to show it. Maria and I had long discussed our mutual exhibitionist fantasy, and Mike and Tara had, of course, made a few amateur films in their day. They often watched them as part of their meetings with the rest of the group, so I'd been told. There was a website where we could host them if we wanted, but I wasn't sure how I felt about that.
Part of me knew that Maria knew how tortured I was with this, and I knew she enjoyed exerting a little dominance over my girlfriend. As shy and coy as she was, I knew Maria had strong feelings for me and resented the fact that we couldn't be together. Her asking to film us and potentially post it online was her way of showing the world that she had the upper hand sexually. But I truly didn't mind. While being with my girlfriend was the "right" thing, the proper thing, being with Maria felt liberating. She epitomized the "wrong" choice, the bad decision. And yet I couldn't turn away.
Moments later, she entered the room and shut the hallway light off. "They're asleep," she said cheerfully before heading into the bathroom. Tara followed and they closed the door. There couldn't be much room in there for 2 people.
Mike and I shrugged and I laid back on the bed, looking up at the ceiling, knowing this is where I'd be sleeping tonight. I'd managed to convince my girlfriend that I was spending the night with friends out of town, and while that was technically true, I doubt these were the friends she was thinking of. Maria and I had never slept in a bed together, and I was, frankly, excited at the prospect.
But first thing's first. The bathroom door opened within minutes, and I sat up on the bed to see both girls had stripped down to some sort of lingerie. My eyes lingered first on Tara, the tall brunette, as I was excited to see her. She wore a sheer black camisole, which did a poor job of covering her nipples, and small panties. In a matter of seconds, though, I began to eye Maria. God, she looked incredible. She worse a light pink bra, pink panties, and pink hip-high fishnet stockings. I smirked at the stockings – she knew I loved fishnets. She smiled and looked away shyly as our eyes met, surprisingly.
I heard the whirr of the camera as Mike switched it on to begin filming. He fidgeted with it to get the right setup before remarking to no one in particular, "don't worry, I'll edit the video later."
He focused the camera on the girls as they stood against the wall. Tara pretended to cover herself up and pointed to Maria. "Don't focus on me," she laughed. "She's the star here."
Maria blushed a bit, but Mike didn't miss a beat. "So why are we here today, Maria?" He asked. She looked at me, and I smiled at her and nodded.
"We're all gonna fuck," she replied softly.
"Can you say that a little louder, honey? I couldn't hear you," Mike laughed.
"We're all gonna fuck," she said louder, more assertively. The rest of us laughed a bit, and I stood up and motioned the girls to sit on the bed. They obliged, and I stood back by the door, watching intently as Maria sat cross-legged.
"I hear you're a pretty dirty girl," Mike crowed, smiling. "I heard what you did a few weeks ago. Mind telling us?" He moved around the room, getting the camera near her face. She blushed.
"We had a gangbang," she said shyly.
"A gangbang?" Mike replied, fake confused. "That must have been fun. How many men?"
"Six men," she replied, blushing, looking away from the camera to me. I smiled and nodded at her, and she brushed her light-brown hair behind her ear before looking into the camera. "Six cocks."
Tara giggled a bit off-camera, and Mike moved around some more. I still couldn't figure out Tara's situation. For someone who was involved in all of these group sex sessions, she still seemed kinda prudish
"Six cocks? That sounds like fun. Tell me about it," he replied, focusing the camera.
"They took turns on me. On my pussy," she stuttered. "And I sucked their cocks."
"And they came in your mouth?" He replied, keeping up the line of questioning.
"Yes. I swallowed their cum," Maria smiled again.
"That's so hot," he responded. I could feel myself getting harder watching this questioning, and she hadn't even undressed yet. "And tell everyone where we are tonight, sweetie."
"We're in my house. My bedroom," she replied, as Mike panned the bedroom.
"And your kids are downstairs sleeping," Mike laughed.
"Yeah, they're sleeping," she said softly.
Mike smiled. "Don't worry, we won't wake them. We're just here to watch you and your man fuck." 'Your man'. Those words rang in my head. "Tell me about him."
