One hot Saturday evening in June, we were sitting on the couch together. Amy was in tiny shorts and a loose t-shirt; I wore a light blue cotton summer dress. The air was heavy and humid. We lay there panting like dogs in the heat.
“Sam, it’s hot enough to fry an egg on the window sill. I’m going mad in this heat.” Amy’s voice had a petulant tone; the heat must be getting to her.
Amy got up and walked over to the big glass doors that opened onto a small balcony. Amy stared at the traffic for a moment and then gasped as she saw something.
“Come over here, Sam, quick! You’ve got to see this.” Her voice was low, insistent and throbbing with excitement.
I slid off the couch and padded over to the window. I hoped it wasn’t another cute dachshund or a stylish convertible. I looked through the glass doors, far below intermittent traffic flashed in a myriad of colours.
Amy pointed, and I could see what she was looking at. A young couple were kissing in the window of the building across the street. I vaguely remembered seeing the petite redhead in the neighbourhood; it looked like she’d changed boyfriend too. This one looked more personal trainer; the last one looked a bit wannabe corporate executive.
While we watched, he ran his fingers under her loose cotton top and gave her breasts a squeeze. I could see her half close her eyes, her lips opened in a silent moan, her head arching backwards.
Amy fidgeted and looked at me.
“I feel so horny looking at them, watching them fuck like that in the window. Oh darling, can we make my fantasy happen? You fucking me in the window while they watch; maybe they fuck along with us too. Watching and putting on a show.” She sounded very eager, her eyes danced with wildfire, and she licked her hips while she watched the couple across the road.
Her excitement was contagious; I could feel my blood running hot just thinking about it. Amy had been going on at me for months to do something wild in the bedroom; now, here was a perfect chance to step things up. We’d never done it with someone watching before.
It took me a few minutes to get things ready. I needed to get into the strappy harness, the perfect toy mounted and the lube. I came back at a run, my feet skidding on the wooden floor as I raced back.
The look on Amy’s face told me they were still fucking in the window. The little bumps on her T-shirt and the darkening patch on her shorts told me she was very much still on for a public fucking.
We didn’t need to bother with foreplay; we were both so turned on at the idea of exploring this new kink together we damn well didn’t need to get any more wound up.
I kissed Amy softly on the lips and turned her to face the glass doors. She wiggled her ass at me, knowing how much I loved the sight of it. I kissed her neck and pulled the hem of her T-shirt slowly up her body. Exposing more and more of her bare-naked flesh. Amy raised her hands over her head to help me remove it. With a final pull, I tugged it over her head and threw it to the floor.
Amy wiggled in excitement and pantomimed, covering her breasts with her hands. Licking her lips and blowing air kisses at the couple below us. She waggled her hips when I pulled the shorts down, and they clung for a moment on her hungry, needy folds before they fell to her ankles. She kicked them off and stood like a starfish.
Showing off her pert small breasts, those twitching pink nipples, and her gorgeous furry mound. Pink lips winked in its depths like a siren on the rocks beckoning lovers to their doom. I was having none of it and gave her ass a playful spank. Amy giggled and swayed her hips, inviting me to do it again.
Far below us, the girl looked up and watched me strip Amy naked. My fingers pushed the straps of my dress off my shoulders, letting it fall to the ground with a crump. We were both naked, and the bright blue strappy gleamed in the soft light. Her eyes went wide as she saw the size of the toy I had buckled to the harness. She thumped her lover with the palms of her hands then pulled him off her neck to look at the show.
I turned Amy slowly to the side, opened her legs and thrust the toy into her.
I could have pounded her like a metronome; she was certainly ready for it. We wanted to put on a show for the audience watching us. Amy looked into her eyes and exaggerated her response to what I was doing to her. Less using noise and more using gestures. Big mouthed open sighs, her head tilted back, her eyes went wide. She looked like the very picture of someone being quite passionately fucked.
I made my hip movements very obvious, but I wasn’t fucking Amy that hard. I wanted to put on a show, not just make Amy cum screaming. Amy rolled her hips at me, slowing the pace of tension building inside her.
Far below, our audience responded to our little display. Frenzied fingers pulled and shoved clothing off each other’s bodies. Flashes of colour like butterflies as piece by piece they shed their clothes and tossed them out of sight.
I pulled Amy’s legs wider apart so they could see just what I was doing, every slow deep stroke clearly visible in the soft light of the flat.
The couple below watched; she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him close to her. We could see your eyelids flutter, and her mouth opened in an exaggerated sigh. When she turned her head, she could see a glimpse of us, while he could see us perfectly. A wolfish grin on his lips, his eyes aglow. What man hasn’t dreamed of watching a pair of women enjoy each other, and he was living that fantasy at that second.
Amy moaned theatrically at me and whispered.
“Kick it up a bit love, I’m all for putting on a show, but this is a little slow for me.”
So, I did what she asked me to do. I rocked my hips in a deep, slow stroke. The meaty thud of our bodies colliding, the soft squelch sounds on each stroke, and the heady perfume of our bodies made for an incredible atmosphere.
Amy wasn’t just going to be passively fucked; she wasn’t a bedroom princess. She bucked her hips and rammed her ass back hard against me. If I wasn’t going to fuck her hard enough, she was damn well going to do it herself.
It was a weird moment this strange man and I were somehow in some kind of contest. Determined to give the women with us the fucking of their lives. So, like two Alphas, we grinned at each other, and both of us kicked it up a notch.
Amy threw her head back, her hair arching and trailing down her back. I wrapped those locks around my left hand, then pulled her head back hard. Amy gurgled with delight; she always loved when I pulled her hair. I slid my right hand down between her legs and rolled her pearl like a marble. Amy’s legs trembled when I did that, and I knew she wasn’t to last much longer before she came.
Redhead glanced towards us, a look of pure envy on her face. Amy was putting on a show, all rolling eyes, big teeth, her breasts bounced and swayed at every stroke. The two women locked eyes for a moment in shared understanding. Each of them was being properly fucked by someone they loved. Only Amy didn’t need to worry about me going soft mid-performance; silicone doesn’t have blood flow to worry about.
Amy started to dribble, her head shook from side to side, and she violently shuddered against me. She screeched like a cat, and I felt her gush against my thighs. That sent me over the edge, and I screamed her name as I exploded a few seconds after her. The world went out of focus. All I could feel was my heart pounding in my ears and Amy’s body slowing down as both of us shattered into fragments for a few moments.
The next thing I remember seeing was redhead running her nails hard down her lovers back. His face flushed from the effort, and her body bucked like a wild horse.
Amy and I were panting hard after that one; our audience was equally breathless.
The redhead looked like she was floating back into her body. Her companion ran a hand over his face wiping sweat out of his eyes. He must have slipped out of her; the redhead looked a little disappointed at that.
As one Amy and I, both cried in unison, “Wheelbarrow!”
Amy slid out of my arms and went to get the leather Ottoman while I got some water bottles from the fridge. We were going to need to keep hydrated in this heat. A few moments to take some water on board and Amy nodded.
She got on all fours, lifted her feet off the ground and gripped my hips with her knees.
I took hold of her calves, lifted them up and walked her on her hands a few steps towards the Ottoman. Amy lifted her hands, and I shoved her across it, her nipples rasping against the rough surface of the leather. After a moment to get in position correctly, I slid the toy into her oh so willing puss.
Amy raised her head on her hands like a seal and made damn sure the audience could see how much she enjoyed that. We settled into a nice slow rhythm; we didn’t want to make our audience feel left out.
Redhead gasped when she saw we were still going. She pumped her companion out of sight a few times before accepting he’d need longer to recover. Her fingers slid between her legs, and she followed every move we made. When I buried the toy in Amy’s body, the redhead buried her fingers inside herself. When I pulled almost out, redhead almost pulled out too.
A silent communion took place between Amy and the redhead. Amy had a lover that didn’t need to reload to keep going; the redhead did. So, I fucked that redhead bitch by proxy, by fucking Amy.
They were eerily in sync like they were taking each other, instead of one being taken and the other watching.
I worked Amy slowly up to a fever pitch of excitement.
“Yes. Yes. Fuck me, you bitch!” Amy wailed, her need to cum totally overriding her sense of manners.
I buried the toy inside Amy, her body bucked wildly against me, and she screamed as her life depended on it. I felt a plume of hot liquid splash against me, and I growled in delight. I loved to make her do that; she needed to be very wound up to do it that hard.
I crashed into the wall of my own climax, and once again, we both shattered into fragments.
The two beta’s wanted to show what they could do. Without a word, I found myself being shoved side-on into the window, looking into the eyes of the other Alpha. We both puffed our cheeks at each other and nodded in greeting.
Our girls slid to their knees, placed their hungry mouths just below our breast bone and slowly sank lower. Knees were pulled wide open, each displaying a part of ourselves kept for the very few. This time the four of us were in a magical moment together.
Like a pair of synchronized swimmers, our girls sank to the floor, placed their lips against our most sacred places, and showed us just how much they loved us. All I could hear was a loving hymn of slurping, sucking and wailing.
Just in my sight, I could see his face flush with excitement. Redhead bobbed and pumped like she knew just how to make her man dissolve. Amy wasn’t going to let this stranger out please her Alpha.
Both of them devoured their Alpha in a gloriously messy carnal display.
With one mind, we both placed our right-hand flat against the glass, sending a telekinetic high five.
United at that moment when the women we loved showed us their devotion and destroyed our brains.
We lay there curled together, our girls wrapped in our arms. Messy, glistening faces lovingly nestled against our chests.
All four of us panted like animals after the heat of the chase. We glowed with the pride of those who had brought down their prey.
Amy was the first to get to her feet and mime applauding our audience. I got to my feet and followed her. One by one, they did the same.
Two couples who didn’t know the others existed bonded forever in a moment we’d never forget.
Each of us had put on a show that made our audience respond to us by giving us even more.
We’d both been an audience to an astonishing display of pure sexual athleticism.
We all staggered off to get cleaned up and go to bed, worn out after that.
The following morning, we saw each other through the same windows drinking coffee planning breakfast. We clapped our hands together and raced down the stairs. Dressed in lightweight pyjamas, shorts, and nighties, we met on the street.
It felt silly to be strangers after what we’d done together.
“Simon and Alison.” His voice had that confident tone of someone who is used to making deals. Alison squeaked a hi and waved at us, blushing furiously.
“Sam and Amy.” My voice was warm and friendly.
After that little introduction, we became firm friends. Once a month, we’d do a little window show together; after the third little show, we stopped. We didn’t stop putting on a show; we just switched to doing it via webcam. We bought a matching pair of TVs and webcams, set them both up together.
Now our little shows are only for us four, and we’ve started showing all kinds of kinks.
Once when Simon had to be away, the three of us put on a show for him. We made an awful lot of mess.
