Madeleine Strays: A Wife-Watching Romance (20 page)

Twenty Six

The two beautiful women were smiling at each other like long lost lovers reunited, hands locking together as they brushed noses affectionately, their lips crushing against each other once again.

“Well, I guess they’re still practicing, huh?” Connor said.

Hugo remained silent as they watched Lucy lean back, lying down on the couch as Madeleine crawled over her like a panther on the prowl. They were so beautiful together, so graceful, their hands moving over each other’s curves with elegant poise as they kissed.

Connor sighed, “Seriously.”

They saw Madeleine fumble with Lucy’s fly, then she was pulling her friend’s jeans down her smooth, golden thighs, over her knees, off completely to reveal a pair of pink panties. Madeleine lost her skirt, and the two were kissing each other again, Madeleine on top of Lucy, both of them revealing their underwear.

Hugo felt himself trembling, his breathing deep—he was a little confused, wondering how long this had been going on. Madeleine so clearly more than just a friend for Lucy, more than a best friend.

He watched them, feeling sheer shock that she’d kept this from him. And yet he wasn’t angry—he wasn’t in the slightest bit jealous. Watching the real affection in Madeleine’s eyes, the real love for Lucy that she clearly felt, it just didn’t trigger the primal instincts that Madeleine’s playing with other men did.

He liked watching her with Lucy, smiling at their forbidden love as she slipped a hand up the raven-haired girl’s top. Lucy broke away from their kiss briefly to moan as she felt her best friend’s hand cup her small breasts. Hugo did not feel remotely threatened, even as a rational part of his brain reasoned that she could just as easily run off with Lucy as she could with Connor.

Hugo wasn’t prejudiced—it was biology. He just didn’t feel a hint of antagonism about Madeleine pulling down Lucy’s shirt to reveal her sweet little breasts and those dark, stiff nipples that seemed to call out for her kiss.

“So this is the big reveal,” Connor said, in awe, and Hugo felt somehow proud of his wife.

Madeleine sat up, Lucy moving with her, pushing up her top, neither of them apparently choosing to wear a bra for that evening’s girls’ night out. Lucy teased Madeleine’s fuller chest with her mouth, sucking on her hard nipples, enjoying the softness, the roundness of her cleavage, the heat of her paler flesh.

They were so natural together, their smiles so tender, so affectionate for each other. Locked together on the couch, wearing nothing but panties, feeding each other the occasional strawberry again, though in between kisses, in between fondling, indulging in the velvet sensations of skin-on-skin, both breathing in the other, both seemingly celebrating their little naughty tryst behind closed doors.

Madeleine rose to her feet, and Hugo felt his heart thudding as she offered her hand to Lucy, helping her up with a flash of suggestive, bedroom eyes.

“It’s gone past fooling around, huh?” Connor said in the still of his darkened apartment.

Hugo was on fire, so hard at the prospect of Madeleine cheating on him with Lucy. The dark secret she’d harbored now revealed, along with a whole new sexy side. How long had they been continuing this physical aspect of their relationship? Since college?

Madeleine led the pretty Asian-American girl through to the bedroom, carrying the bowl of strawberries with her. Hugo kept his enhanced gaze fixed on them, watching Lucy climb onto the bed, lying on her back, looking up with excited eyes as a grinning Madeleine sat between her feet, reaching for her panties.

“I don’t think they’ve been doing this that long, actually,” Connor said, almost reading Hugo’s mind to find the questions lurking there.

“You don’t think?”

Madeleine was caressing Lucy, her hands moving around the other girl’s underwear, tracing circles over her smooth skin, teasing her at the edges of her panties.

“I think it’s possible—probable, even—that they had something in college beyond kiss-practice,” Connor said. “But they haven’t done anything for years until recently. You can see the excitement in their eyes at this. This isn’t something that’s been long-term.”

As they watched his wife now pulling her friend’s panties off, over her thighs, up over her knees and feet, Hugo felt mild relief at Connor’s assessment.

Strange to see Lucy like this. He’d always thought of her as attractive, though strictly off limits to admiring glances being his wife’s best friend. He’d certainly never seen her naked before. Sprawled out on the bed, slender but with enough of the curves to excite, and all that beautiful golden skin.

He found his breathing was growing heavy as he watched Madeleine fall onto her bare friend, kissing her again. She moved down the other girl’s trim body, over her stomach, skirting over her clear, smooth skin to the tidy little patch of dark hair over her mound.

Wow, oh wow.

Madeleine picked another ripe, juicy strawberry and trailed it over Lucy’s skin, over the slight swell of her chest and across her flat stomach. The initial touch of the cold fruit on the other girl caused her to flinch and giggle.

Madeleine circled the fruit around Lucy’s glistening pussy, saying something to her that Hugo wished he could hear.

Then she dipped the fruit inside Lucy, dragging its point across the other woman’s smooth pussy lips. Lucy shuddered. Madeleine drew the fruit away, lifting it to her mouth. Crushing it between her teeth. She tasted her friend’s come blended with the sweet, red juice.

The men watched in silence as Madeleine chose another strawberry, and began penetrating Lucy with it, fucking her with the fruit, making the pretty dark-haired girl lie back, eyes closed, moaning.

“I take it back. She’s done this before,” Connor chuckled. “Naughty girl.”

Hugo was shocked and thrilled, thinking how difficult it was to really know someone, even someone you’ve been married to for so long. They can always surprise you—in good ways and bad. He had to believe this was a surprise in a good way.

Madeleine gently slipped one strawberry completely inside Lucy, and then another, and then another. Hugo was astounded, but the girls seemed only to laugh and giggle as Lucy’s pussy was filled with ripe fruit.

Then Madeleine sucked on the other girl’s dark pussy lips, teasing the tender flesh with her mouth, and through the powerful binoculars, Hugo could see the strawberry juice trickling out.

He had to hand it to her, his wife seemed to have a skilled tongue when it came to pleasuring another woman, flicking over Lucy’s sensitive pink folds as though sampling a delicacy.

“How do you feel?”

“Oh, well, you know,” Hugo didn’t quite have the words to describe how he was feeling. He watched Lucy’s body undulating, rising and falling in waves to Madeleine’s mouth between her legs. Lucy’s hands found their way to Madeleine’s head, fingers slipping through her blonde tresses, driving her on and on. Madeleine slid her fingers inside her friend’s slippery groove to take her further and further as she slowly retrieved the crushed fruit.

He had to see it as merely Madeleine feeling liberated, encouraged to do as she pleased in exploring her sexuality—not some kind of threat to their marriage that had come completely out of left field.

“Do you feel jealous?” Connor asked.

They saw Lucy’s body quiver and shudder, and Hugo wondered if Madeleine had made her come already. Well, no one knew how to please a woman as well as a woman.

“Not really,” Hugo said. “Not at all, actually. I mean, it’s probably some kind of completely unfair prejudice inside my biology that makes me unable to accept that a woman could be any kind of threat to my marriage—but I can’t help it, even though my head tells me there’s just as much chance that she might decide to leave me for Lucy as for you.”

“Oh, there’s no chance of that. Zero chance she’d ever leave you.”

That felt good, coming from Connor.

“I know. I trust her—she might want to keep things from me until she’s ready, but I always wanted her to feel free to do as she wants. I guess I only made the assumption that she might want to see other men.”

They watched Lucy urged Madeleine up. Madeleine flashed a mischievous grin and slipped a last strawberry into her friend’s mouth, flavored by her own juices.

The pretty Asian American leaned forward to kiss the blonde’s stomach, and ease her panties down her thighs.

“God, you’re so lucky, Hugo—do you see that?”

Lucy kissed Madeleine on the mouth, the passion between them unmistakable. This was no practicing. Tasting herself on Madeleine’s lips, she pushed Madeleine back so that she could take charge. Her lips nibbled her friend’s soft skin down her neck, her chest, licking around her breasts and those bullet-like nipples, her hands finding and caressing Madeleine’s strikingly bare mound.

“Having a wife that will share herself with you like this,” Connor continued. “Open up about all her fantasies, about everything that turns her on.”

“Opening up?”

“She is, you know,” he said. “She’s doing this with those blinds open, isn’t she?”

Lucy edged down Madeleine’s body, seeming to worship her curves.

“There’s no way she could know that I’m over here watching her, though,” Hugo said.

Madeleine’s hand gently stroked Lucy’s hair as the dark-haired woman ducked down to plant a soft kiss on the apex of her pussy. Lucy glanced up and smiled at her, that warm affectionate smile that reflected a strong connection between them. Then she, too, was sampling the ripe red fruit with the added seasoning from her friend’s wet pussy.

If Madeleine loved Lucy, it didn’t detract from the love she had for her husband. Hugo saw that. Her love was not in a finite quantity, to spread more thinly if shared between more people.

“But she could know that
I’m
over here watching,” Connor said. “She knows I could be home tonight—she’s putting on a show for me.”

“So how is that—“

“Perhaps she’s hoping to let Lucy in on this little game of ours,” Connor said. Hugo found the idea enticing. “Is Lucy like Madeleine? She likes guys as well?”

“Very much so.”

“So it looks to me that whether she believes I’m here watching now or not, she’s preparing to introduce Lucy to our little dynamic. And if she’s serious about getting off having you watching us, she’ll want you to see her with Lucy as well.”

Abandoning the fruit, Lucy feasted on Madeleine’s pussy, pushing her face into her flesh as she drove her tongue inside her. Madeleine simply lay back, panting in response at the powerful sensations she was creating inside her.

Did she want Connor to see?

“See how she’s holding Lucy’s hair back, so we can all watch?” Connor said. “And the way they’re lying—angled toward us, so everything’s on display for anyone watching over here.”

“I suppose so.”

Lucy broke off to focus more energy on her fingers, gazing down at Madeleine’s pretty pussy while she used those fingers to reach deep inside her, find those sensitive parts her tongue could not reach. Leaning down again to bathe her clit in her hot mouth, Madeleine’s body writhing under her as she fucked her with those flexible fingers.

Hugo tried not to feel bad that Madeleine was apparently doing this so that Connor might just be able to see her, that she wasn’t really doing this to show him, her husband. It was exciting, wasn’t it? That she was doing this at all.

He saw Madeleine glance toward the window, saying something to her friend, and then Lucy was looking their way, mildly uncertain about their overt display. Was she telling Lucy they might have an audience? She couldn’t know Hugo was there, but could know that Connor was enjoying the show.

Maybe she did intend, one day, to reveal this side of her to her husband. It was in the open now.

“What has she got?” Connor was murmuring.

Madeleine had pulled something out of her bedside table, and Hugo had half an idea what it was before she was holding it up to her friend, encouraging her up onto all fours, licking her pussy from behind as though to prepare her for it, as though Lucy wasn’t completely soaking already.

“Naughty girl,” the other man was laughing softly.

Madeleine glided the tip of the long glass object over Lucy’s pussy, one hand on her ass, twisting it slowly as she eased it inside her, stretching her pussy around it. Lucy looked gravely serious, somehow, as she had her tight channel filled by this pink-tinted crystalline phallus, biting her lip as she was stretched by it, unused to its size.

Was his wife preparing Lucy to take something more like Connor’s cock? Both women kept flashing glances over to the windows, as though they were thinking about the possibility that Madeleine’s crush might one day join them.

Hugo felt excluded, and yet thrilled by his wife’s dark secrets. The fact she appeared to be planning a secret threesome.

Madeleine was gently thrusting the thing inside Lucy’s pussy, her other hand nestling between her thighs to coax her clit while she fucked her, watching closely as the thing pushed into her. Hugo thinking this was a toy he’d never seen Madeleine with before—had she just got it for this night?

Then Madeleine lay down, on her back, encouraging Lucy to drop down so that she could kiss her clit while continuing to penetrate her with the huge dildo, something that seemed to get Lucy quickly back to orgasm.

When it came time for payback, Lucy snatched the toy from Madeleine, but in turning to apply it to Madeleine’s own open pussy, she continued to press her own flower down over Madeleine’s mouth, the blonde perfectly happy to continue lapping at her juices.

“You think they want us to go over there?” Connor whispered in the darkness.

“Us?” Hugo said.

“Well, they want me to go over there,” the other man said confidently.

“What if they don’t?”

“Then they should have closed the blinds.”

Connor grinned. What a strange, strange situation. This other man declaring that he was going to go over there and sleep with his wife, as she herself slept with her friend Lucy. Where did that leave Hugo? How did he fit in with the equation?

“You’re going to go over there?”