Who’s Watching Now

"No need to worry, silly. I'll bring you something of mine -- you can change into something dry."

Clara gave Gabrielle a knowing smirk as the girl flushed with embarrassment. Really -- to spy on her friend and her husband like that, and get so wet she couldn't even step outside afterward!

While waiting for Clara to return from the next room, Gabi sat down on the couch, trying not to think about what had just happened on those cushions. About how Clara's soft, heavy breasts had spread against the cover, shifting with every movement of her husband; how her lush body had trembled and shuddered under his force... No. She had to stop. Better to just bury it.

Humming some light, slightly cheeky tune under her breath, Clara came back from the dressing room with an armful of colorful clothes. She had already changed -- or rather, gotten dressed -- in her usual loose, shapeless dress.

"Pick whatever you like," she said warmly. "If you want, wait for me -- we can have dinner together. You, me, and Adrian."

"No," Gabrielle said quickly, flushing again. "I should go... I have to."

"Suit yourself."

Clara grabbed her handbag from the plush armchair and headed into the hallway, still humming the stupid pop tune, carefree as ever.

"Where are you going?" Gabi asked, startled; the thought of being left alone with Adrian -- who would be out of the bathroom any moment -- made her uneasy.

"Oh, just... to the store. Need to pick up a few things. I'll be back soon."

All right,Gabrielle decided.I'll change quickly and get out of here. In and out.

As soon as the front door slammed behind Clara, Gabi jumped up from the couch and started rummaging through the pile of skirts and trousers her friend had left behind. She grabbed the first pair of shorts that looked about her size -- probably something Clara had worn long ago, back when she'd still been slim, before she'd filled out into the shape of a Greek goddess.

Gabi tried to pull off her own pants; of course, the zipper jammed first, and then her foot got tangled in the narrow leg. Struggling to free herself, she hopped awkwardly on one foot -- then suddenly heard footsteps behind her. She froze: a knot of panic tightened inside her. She tried not to think about the fact that her bare ass, covered by nothing but her panties, was fully on display.

A man's voice asked:

"Where's Clara?"

"Uh... I..." was all poor Gabrielle managed.

"Probably stepped out for milk and bread," Adrian said more gently, apparently noticing her panic. "I asked her to pick some up."

"I'm just... I'm leaving right now," Gabrielle forced herself to turn and face him.

She covered herself with her hands, as if that could fix anything.

"Let me help," Clara's husband said.

He stepped out from the doorway and moved toward her carefully, like a hunter wary of spooking his prey. Only then did Gabi realize he was almost completely naked -- just a narrow strip of towel around his hips. Her cheeks flared hot, her breath catching. She stumbled back in alarm, tripping over her own pants still tangled around her ankles like a snare. Of course she lost her balance -- arms flailing, she fell back onto the same couch.

"Oh--!" she gasped, covering her face with her hands.

Male fingers brushed her ankles, and she flinched. Adrian pulled the fabric down, freeing her from the trap. She could have stood up now -- but instead she remained lying there on her back, too afraid to move. Something stronger than reason held her down against the cushions. Suddenly it felt right to lie still like that, doing nothing, waiting for whatever was about to happen next.

Those same fingers -- steady, confident -- closed around her cold feet. Adrian began rubbing them, as if to warm them. Then he counted her toes, from big to little, pressing gently into the soft pad of each one. When he finally let go, Gabrielle felt even colder than before, without those firm, attentive touches.

She was just about to sit up -- the silence had stretched into something almost indecent -- when something hot and wet brushed against the sole of her foot.

At first she didn't understand what was happening; her whole body arched and tensed at the sensation -- damp, strangely sweet, faintly ticklish. A second later it clicked: it was Adrian's tongue, sliding along her foot.

Unhurried, the wet touch traveled from her heel to her toes. Soft lips brushed against them, just as his fingers had moments before. Gabrielle gasped -- the feeling was too direct, too charged, sending a current through her entire body, as if something was flowing outward from her feet. The strongest current ran straight to her nipples -- they tightened at once, aching. And the most sensitive one led directly to her cunt, still damp from what she had watched behind the screen.

No... this isn't possible,Gabi thought, as that familiar, hungry pulse flared between her legs.I need to tell him to stop... this isn't right...

She lowered her hands from her face and parted her lips, ready to speak -- to stop him, if she could. And then a sudden, icy jolt shot through her.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a familiar silhouette in the doorway. Clara was standing there -- and she didn't look the least bit concerned. It seemed she had never left at all -- she had only pretended, just to toy with Gabi.

Smiling playfully, her older friend pressed a finger to her lips, urging Gabi to stay quiet. The words she had been about to say caught in her throat; she drew a sharp breath, staring straight into Clara's eyes.

Meanwhile, Adrian, having taken his time with Gabrielle's foot, continued upward. His tongue traced the curve of her ankle, then moved higher along her leg, up to her trembling knee. He paused there for a moment -- brushing a soft, almost tender kiss against it -- before moving on. His tongue traveled higher, sketching slow, teasing patterns along the inside of her thigh.

Gabrielle no longer trembled -- she had gone completely still, barely breathing. Her gaze seemed locked onto Clara's face, where a calm, almost serene smile lingered as she watched the intimate scene unfold.

Doesn't he see her? Or does he just not care?Gabi wondered, a small part of her still trying to think.

"There's something in the way here," Adrian murmured.

Firm hands slid her soaked panties down and off. Gabrielle felt his steady breathing right between her legs -- a cool inhale, a warm exhale. A shiver ran down her spine; her nipples tightened painfully.

His tongue touched her -- unlike Clara's, she was completely smooth; Gabi couldn't stand body hair on herself. He ran it slowly along her slick folds, down and up again. A muffled moan slipped from her -- she could no longer hold back. As if answering that unspoken plea, Adrian drew her into his mouth, taking his time, tasting her with slow, deliberate attention.

Gabi's whole body jolted when he found the most sensitive spot -- the sensation struck like a flash of heat through her. Instinctively, she arched toward him -- then pulled back at once. What if Clara saw that she wasn't resisting at all... that she was part of this now?

But Clara still stood in the doorway, showing no sign of disapproval. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes bright with something alive and intent. Gabi squeezed her eyes shut.

Whatever happened next -- so be it.

Adrian's tongue circled her clit, tracing slow, deliberate patterns. Sometimes he drew lazy figure eights, sometimes flicked the tip in quick, teasing touches, sending waves of pleasure rippling through Gabi's body. Her mind had gone blank -- thoughts flickered and vanished. Clara's smile blurred, dissolving into the soft haze clouding her vision.

The tongue at her pussy teased and promised something overwhelming -- yet never quite delivered it. With the lightest pressure, Adrian guided her right to the edge -- only to slow down again the moment her hips began to tremble and tighten around his head. As soon as she relaxed, he resumed his merciless rhythm.

Unable to bear it any longer, she let out a low moan -- and he pulled away from her pussy at once:

"There's no need to rush. Relax and behave."

Fighting the heavy, aching sweetness filling her body, Gabi tried to get up -- to run, to hide, to escape. It was wrong to lie there like this, letting Clara's husband do whatever he pleased with her. Surely he hadn't even noticed that his wife was here; she had to explain, to tell him Clara was watching, that this had to stop -- she had to make it clear she wasn't trying to seduce someone else's man... She wasn't some kind of slut... She was just... just...

A heavy male hand settled on her stomach and pressed her back into the cushions -- gently, but leaving no room for refusal.

"Don't you like it?" Adrian asked, his voice soft, though there was a hard edge beneath it.

"I... I do," Gabrielle whispered hoarsely.

Suddenly, she remembered the way he had treated Clara -- rough, indifferent, as if she were nothing more than something to use. But with her, he was careful, almost gentle. Perhaps it wasn't wise to give him a reason to change that.

"Then lie still."

Gabrielle fell back onto the sofa, exhausted. She couldn't resist that commanding voice... or her own body, which, deaf to reason, demanded more.

Adrian lowered his face between her legs again. This time, he didn't play with her. A few precise strokes of his tongue were enough to drag her straight back into that blank, floating state; caught off guard, she moaned out loud -- release was right there, just within reach. Her fingers dug into the couch, bunching the fabric. Without meaning to, she spread her legs wider, ready to take it -- and suddenly Adrian pulled away.

"No! No!" Gabi cried out.

Tears of frustration spilled down her cheeks, a rushing sound filled her ears.

"Just look at this," Adrian's voice cut through the noise. "Such a pretty little rose... open and ready for anything."

His rough fingers moved between Gabrielle's thighs. He caught her swollen lips, pulling them apart, spreading her open.

Gabi trembled with shame as Adrian's finger brushed against her tender entrance. He lingered for a moment, then slipped inside -- her walls tightening instinctively around him, resisting, refusing to let him go deeper. The pressure increased. Just as he had played with his wife's ass before, he handled Gabi now the same way -- adding a second finger, spreading her open.

Gabrielle gasped as the realization hit her all at once: she had already seen all of this from the outside -- and now she had simply traded places with her friend. Does Clara feel that same hunger and emptiness? The same envy that consumed Gabi as she watched? She didn't know.

"Soaked through," Adrian remarked with satisfaction. "But so tight. Clara told me you weren't a virgin -- so she lied to me?"

"No... I... no..." Gabrielle managed to say; she wanted to explain that her first time barely counted, but the words caught in her throat.

What if he changed his mind... and threw her out? Clara would be disappointed -- and Gabrielle didn't want that, not at all.

Gabi couldn't quite bring herself to admit, even to herself, that she wanted to stay -- to see what would happen next.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Clara still standing in the doorway, smiling in approval. Adrian didn't seem to notice his wife at all -- or simply didn't care to, as if her presence meant nothing in that moment.

Adrian rose from his knees. Gabi found herself looking up at him -- his skin still beaded with droplets from the shower. The towel wrapped around his hips bulged unmistakably at the front.

He climbed onto the couch on both knees. Wide-eyed, Gabrielle watched as he pulled the towel away. His cock came free, rising in front of her. Clara hadn't lied -- he was fully hard, ready. She could see every vein along the thick shaft. His heavy balls hung just below.

"Do you like it?" Adrian asked.

Gabi said nothing; her mouth filled with saliva, her face burning with shame.

"Don't be shy," he said. "Touch it."

Gabi's arms felt weighted, as if filled with lead; even if she'd wanted to, she couldn't have moved them.

So Adrian took her limp hand in his, threading her fingers through his. He guided her palm toward himself -- Gabi squeezed her eyes shut. Her hand met him -- the soft sac, covered in coarse hair. Adrian pressed her hand more firmly against his balls, and she felt them tighten, draw up under her touch.

Then he moved her hand higher, closing her fingers around the softly pulsing shaft. She could barely wrap her hand around it -- and the size of it made her shudder.

Driven by his grip, her slender fingers began to slide up and down along the smooth skin. Adrian's breathing turned rough and uneven, and Gabi felt his thighs clamp around her legs.

"Very good," Adrian said hoarsely. "Such a good girl."

At his words, something in Gabi's lower belly trembled again, stronger than before -- as if his voice worked on her the same way his tongue had on her clit.

She felt his touch there, low between her legs -- Adrian cupped her mound and began to toy with the soft swell. He didn't try to slip inside or truly please her -- just kneaded her absentmindedly, stirring wave after wave of hungry need. She wanted so badly... to-- to--

Shuddering with that unfamiliar craving, she tightened her grip on the cock in her hand. Her eyes flew open, her gaze dropping first to the swollen length in front of her face. How small and helpless her hand looked, swallowed under his broad palm! And how obscene it was -- her fingers sliding along that thick, veined shaft, moving up and down without stopping.

Gabrielle glanced sideways at Clara, as if searching for approval. Clara hadn't moved; only the smile on her flushed face had turned vague, almost vacant.

"Can't wait anymore, can you?" Adrian asked hoarsely.

Without waiting for an answer, he pressed his weight down onto her, forcing Gabi deeper into the couch under his solid body. His lips brushed her ear as he murmured:

"Just hold on a little longer... You'll like it."

One arm wrapped around her shoulders, as if she might try to run -- though she couldn't even imagine doing that. His other hand, which had been playing with her mound, moved lower, busying itself where something hard pressed between Gabi's thighs, trying to push inside. The head of his cock nudged at her pussy, and Adrian spread her lips, settling himself into place.

Gabi tried to close her thighs as the head pushed into her -- shallow, unable to go in fully. The tight ring at her entrance clenched desperately, refusing to let him go deeper. Adrian let out a quiet hiss. He eased off, then pushed again -- and again it didn't work. The slick wetness that should have helped only made it worse -- the head, coated in her juices, kept slipping out, unable to get past her body's resistance.

"No... this won't do," Adrian murmured against her ear.

He grabbed her under the arms and lifted her easily, as if she weighed nothing, pulling her out from beneath him. Adrian dropped to his knees, settling himself more comfortably among the cushions, then lowered Gabi onto his thighs -- so that her heated softness pressed straight against his hard cock.

No longer hiding it, Gabrielle turned helplessly toward her friend. Clara had spread her legs wide, lifting the hem of her loose dress, her panties pushed aside as she slowly touched herself with one finger. The wet fingertip disappeared into the thick curls, then slipped out again. Her lips pushed boldly through the curls, red and glistening like a lollipop.

Adrian lifted Gabi slightly, pulling her closer. His hands closed around her waist. Moving her back and forth like a doll, he guided himself between her folds, settling the head in place. The hot, rock-hard tip pressed right against her entrance -- slick and sticky.

In one last, far too late attempt to think clearly, Gabrielle leaned back, but his hands held her fast.

"Want to do it yourself?" Adrian asked with a faint grin.

Gabi shook her head silently. She understood now -- if he did it himself, he would tear her in half. Better to manage it on her own. Slowly, bit by bit...

She tried to relax -- but her body wouldn't obey. Her muscles kept tightening, resisting the pressure of something too big, too hard forcing its way inside. Gabi took a deep breath and lowered herself. He slipped in a couple of centimeters, stretching walls that had never known anything like this -- the pain and fear made her jerk back up at once.

"So small," the man sighed.

Gabrielle let out a thin, helpless whine as Adrian forced her down, ignoring her weak attempts to pull away. It felt as if she were being torn open from the inside -- that massive shaft stretching her too-small, too-tight, almost untouched pussy as it pushed deeper and deeper. She could feel the thick head inside her, moving through the narrow passage, each inch sharper than the last.

Adrian pressed harder -- and at last his cock filled Gabi completely. The hot head drove deep, pressing against her cervix -- Gabrielle had never imagined anything like it. It felt as if she were being impaled on a burning stake.

She dropped her gaze -- and saw a long, raised bulge along her flat stomach.

"Look at that," Adrian said, almost surprised. "Doesn't even fit all the way."

Adrian's hands gripped Gabi so tightly she could barely breathe. He lifted her slightly -- his cock shifted inside her, pulling back, and for a brief moment she felt a flicker of relief. But before she could even gasp, he drove back into her, filling her to the brim again. A wet, obscene sound followed, and Clara, still touching herself, let out a moan in perfect sync with it. Adrian didn't spare her a glance -- he was occupied with something far more absorbing.

On Adrian's lap, Gabrielle moved in a wild, helpless rhythm -- driven by his will, rising and dropping, impaling herself on his cock. It felt harder and heavier with every thrust. Her head lolled on her shoulders, her hair spilling loose down her back. She didn't even notice when Adrian tore her top off -- the relentless battering of the head against her already strained cervix left no room for anything but the waves of pain tearing through her.

Gabi endured it as long as she could -- until she suddenly realized it wasn't only pain she was feeling, but something else as well, dense and boiling, gathering low in her belly with every movement of his flesh deep inside her.

Adrian's lips closed around the nipple of her small breast. The tiny bud was drawn in, crushed between his teeth. A sharp bolt of pleasure shot through Gabrielle -- pain and desire blending into something fierce and intoxicating. She was on the edge again -- and this time, she felt she might break if she didn't go over.

She didn't even notice that Adrian was no longer guiding her -- she was moving on her own now, riding him. Her pussy must have given way completely -- his heavy cock slid through her slick folds as if oiled. And it was -- she was so wet that her thighs, her mound, even Adrian's balls were soaked. Through the ringing in her ears, she heard soft, broken sounds -- and then realized they were coming from her.

The first surge of pleasure, foretelling her orgasm, shot through her overworked thighs. She drove herself down onto him, and he bit harder into her nipple, gripping the other in his hand. Forcing herself through the resistance, Gabi sank onto his cock as deep as she could. The head crushed her insides again, but she pushed further -- until at last her lips pressed against Adrian's balls. She cried out, a raw, triumphant sound -- then it died in her throat.

Adrian yanked her off his cock and threw her back onto the couch. She fell onto the cushions with a broken cry. She reached down between her legs -- the orgasm was right there, just within reach, she could finish it herself, enough of this--