Madeleine Strays: A Wife-Watching Romance (21 page)

Connor fastened his jacket, and dropped his binoculars on the couch as he stood up. “You bet,” he said. “Wouldn’t miss this for the world.”

Hugo felt awkward. He wasn’t ready to just storm into the apartment to find Madeleine with Lucy. And with Connor in tow, it would just seem bizarre.

“Hey, you’re welcome to stay, see how things pan out,” Connor said, heading for the door. “Come over when you’re ready.”

Hugo nodded, feeling nervous again, the butterflies in his stomach threatening to bring back a hint of that jealous nausea, though he wasn’t entirely sure why. Because this other man was about to go over there and claim the women in his pack? Or because this man was going over there to indulge in the kind of threesome Hugo had once coveted.

A pause, one last chance for Hugo to decide to accompany Connor.

“There’s supplies in the fridge if you get hungry,” Connor grinned, the expression on his face a clear final invitation.

Hugo nodded. “I think I’d like to see what happens when you go over there. If they let you join them, maybe I’ll think about coming over too.”

“A sound strategy,” Connor said, opening the front door. “If they kick me out, then you know to leave the two of them to it.”

“Hey, have fun,” he said, feeling strange about encouraging this man to walk across the street and, most likely, to fuck his wife.

“Thanks, Hugo.”

Twenty Seven

Hugo had to rub his eyes and look again as he returned his focus to the binoculars and what was happening in the apartment across the street.

Lucy was now straddling Madeleine’s hips, her body rising and falling as though riding a man.

Only after a while did he catch sight of the sex toy joining them, the thing curved in such a way as to penetrate them both as Lucy danced and writhed on top of Madeleine.

Hugo couldn’t hear what was going on over there, but he saw the sudden flinch in them both, and the way their heads turned toward the source of the noise as the doorbell sounded. Connor had arrived, making the journey in double-quick time.

He saw Madeleine reach over and check her phone for any sign of a message she’d missed from Hugo that he was on his way. Then she threw on a bath robe and shared a worried look with Lucy. Lucy gathered up her clothes, ready to dive into the closet if she needed to.

Did that mean they weren’t intending to reveal their relationship, as Connor had suggested?

Clutching her bath robe tightly about her, Madeleine padded through to the living room and the front door, looking nervously at the clock above the TV, as though to decide whether it was proper for a young woman to answer the door in a bath robe at this time in the evening.

She opened the door slowly, and Hugo felt his heart in his mouth—he felt nervous for Connor, strangely, his throat dry out of concern that the girls would be angry at the younger man’s intrusion.

And there he was, standing in the hallway, a big puppy grin plastered on his face. Hugo couldn’t see Madeleine’s face at all, but the way Connor maintained his smile could only mean she was pleased to see him. She took a step back to allow him into the apartment, and turned such that Hugo could see that she was smiling.

With the front door closed, Connor grabbed Madeleine, pulling her in for a kiss, his hands venturing inside her bathrobe, nudging the garment off her shoulders. Could he taste Lucy on her lips?

Whether or not Madeleine had known he was watching, or had expected him to make an appearance, she was all over him now. Her hands moved feverishly to strip off his clothes even as he kissed her.

Hugo flicked his binoculars back to the next window, to see Lucy hovering with her clothes in her arms, wondering what was going on out there in the living room. Then, her tense expression seemed to release, and she dropped her clothes back on the chair by Madeleine’s dresser, and climbing into the bed to conceal herself from the neck down with the bed sheets.

With Connor wearing only a pair of Calvin Kleins, most of his athletic frame on display, Madeleine grabbed one of his hands and pulled him like livestock through to the bedroom, where Lucy was laughing and coyly holding the bed sheets up under her chin.

They were all laughing, nervous but excited.

All except Hugo, who watched from across the street feeling that familiar tightness in his stomach as he saw his beautiful wife push a half-naked man back on their bed, straddle his thighs and slowly peel his underwear down over a semi-erect and growing cock.

Lucy had allowed the bed sheets to drop to reveal her breasts to this stranger who now lay naked before her, and as Madeleine closed her fist around Connor’s hardness, pumping him up to full size, Lucy leaned forward at her friend’s prompting to take him inside her mouth. She did nothing to stop Connor flicking back the bed sheets to reveal her bottom half.

Apparently completely unfazed by his joining them, the girls traded his cock back and forth between them, and when he thought he could get away with it, Connor glanced over to the window to see if he could tell if Hugo was reacting to what he saw, or perhaps to try to entice him to come across the street.

Hugo felt that low-level burn in his stomach when he saw Madeleine stretching her lips around him, and sinking down on his shaft, her eyes closed, enjoying herself with her favorite toy.

Why did he feel this jealousy with Connor, and not Lucy? Was it prejudice? He was so into the whole equality thing, and yet his fundamental masculinity could not comprehend the threat that a woman represented to his bond with Madeleine?

He felt conflicted, again, watching these beautiful women playing with Connor’s cock. A strange contentedness that Madeleine would share Connor with her friend, but not her husband, the idea suggesting she valued him too much to share. And yet also the feeling that he was missing an opportunity, an experience, in not sharing Lucy with Madeleine, an opportunity Madeleine would allow Connor, but not him.

But hadn’t she purposefully encouraged Lucy to get closer to him? Lucy had become his guardian angel through this. And then Madeleine had tried to get her to seduce him…

No, he wasn’t entirely comfortable with the idea of getting involved with Lucy herself. It was simpler to appreciate the sight of Madeleine enjoying herself with her friend, with Connor, with whoever.

Connor looked as though he was in seventh heaven, but after a while, he ushered Madeleine up and changed places with her. Hugo took a deep breath as he watched the other man lining up between her thighs, pushing her knees apart, placing the tip of his hardness to her slick entrance.

Jesus, it really wasn’t any easier to watch, even now that it had already happened before.

Connor eased forward, and Madeleine moaned as he pushed inside her, bareback once again, her eyes closed as she felt his swollen organ violate her, stretch her, fill her. Hugo gasped to see his sweet bride penetrated by another man without even a condom to prevent him from pumping his semen deep inside her.

Lucy draped herself over Madeleine, periodically kissing her full breasts, sucking on her nipples, but for the most part completely absorbed in the spectacle of this toned man thrusting inside her friend. Madeleine snaked an arm around her, stroking her head, though she had little focus available for Lucy, lying there panting as he pierced her tightness with that huge beast.

Hugo found himself thinking about Connor’s suggestion that he go over there too—he was tempted. The power of the experience when he’d been inside the wardrobe, watching this other man fucking his wife just a few feet away, had been overwhelming. But to see Madeleine with Lucy as well, that would be quite something.

But he felt he did not want to miss a minute of this strange spectacle. The girls ushered Connor onto his back so that Lucy could straddle him, his big wet prick sliding inside her pussy. At first Madeleine just watched them close up, curious to see this spectacle. Then she straddled Connor herself, dropping her sweet bare pussy onto his willing mouth.

The girls leaned in to kiss each other as they used the man beneath.

Hugo felt his heart begin to palpitate again as Connor pulled himself up to take control, this time Madeleine was on all fours, allowing him to thrust into her from behind, her golden hair flowing down, her face showing the strain as he stretched her, his big hard shaft glistening with her juices as he sank into her time after time without protection.

When Lucy moved under Madeleine, lying on her front but flat to the bed, Connor had his choice between two open pussies, the girls giggling in between moans as he alternated between them.

The intensity that Hugo felt was absent whenever Connor pulled out of his wife and sank into Lucy.

It was beautiful to watch him with the dark-haired vixen, they seemed made for each other, with the chemistry between them undeniable, Connor’s eyes lighting up with a new kind of energy that wasn’t the same with Madeleine.

But for Hugo, it wasn’t so powerful an experience until the man was back thrusting inside his wife, causing her such forceful and obvious pleasure as he pounded her from the rear, the muscles in his athletic body rippling as he drove into her, her graceful form undulating in response to his penetration.

The ecstasy imprinted on her face caused by someone other than her husband.

Lucy pulled away from her sharing of Connor’s cock, and moved up the bed, twisting onto her back so that she could face Madeleine as this other man continued to fuck her. Lucy could watch her friend up close breaking her marriage vows, but she continued moving so that Madeleine could kiss her way down her body, over her small breasts and taut stomach to that soft dark down over her mound.

Madeleine seemed happy enough to bury her face between Lucy’s thighs, every thrust from Connor shoving her against the Asian girl’s quivering folds, to pass on some of the force of her penetration through her eager lips and tongue.

Hugo found his focus dwelling on that connection between his wife and the younger man, the insertion of that great giant cock inside her, and how it seemed to both amaze and enthrall her.

He couldn’t tell how much of his paranoia was real, his thoughts that she never looked quite this sexually voracious, quite as well fucked as when she was with him—and yet it was nevertheless exciting to him as well, that she was experiencing this, in addition to his more tender lovemaking.

This whole experience for Madeleine had been from Hugo’s gift.

Connor pushed her down onto the bed, so he was straddling her thighs and holding her hips firmly while plunging into her from behind, her legs locked together. Hugo caught a brief glance from the other man, over toward the windows, as though he was checking his audience was still there, was responding to this display.

Madeline almost looked as though she was in pain, the pleasure was so intense.

Another brief glance from Connor, and Hugo could see a wave of energy wash over the three of them. Where the orgasm started, he couldn’t tell, but one triggered it in another and then the third, and it overwhelmed them all.

Connor was making sure Hugo could see that he was inside Madeleine, penetrating deep as the climax hit, his body suddenly tensing up, his hands gripping Madeleine’s hips firmly as he began pumping his hot come inside her, pushing himself as far inside her as he could.

Hugo was unable to keep himself from shaking as he saw the other man inseminating his wife, and the look of wonder and joy on Madeleine’s pretty face as she felt his hot oil filling her.

He felt suddenly cold, drained of energy as he saw them finally disengage, and there was Madeleine’s exquisite pussy all reddened from another man’s cock, glistening with the telltale trickle of white leaking out. Connor stroked her, teasing her pussy to emphasize the fact to their audience.

Connor had probably done this before, but it was the first time Hugo had seen it with his own eyes. He was surprised the impact it had on him. Yet for all the shock and the shivers that went through him, he was so hard to see it, and so desperate to pounce on Madeleine himself, to plunge his own hardness inside her. It was proof of her wickedness, her insatiability, her depravity, and therefore somehow hot to her husband, even if it went against everything he thought he believed about marriage.

Madeleine was lying back catching her breath, her face blissed out as though she was still feeling the echoes of her incredible pleasure flowing through her.

Hugo watched as Lucy now sank down onto Madeleine, lapping gently at her, smiling and laughing as she cleaned the traces of her infidelity.

Connor stroked Lucy, appreciating her naked beauty, when Hugo saw him quite unmistakably revealing all to the two women about just who might be watching from across the street.

Twenty Eight

Hugo felt panic grip his heart. He pulled himself back, sat on the couch so he was hidden from the outside, gasping for breath.

Were they angry, Madeleine and Lucy? Angry that Connor had let him in on their secret, that both men had been watching their intimate, personal time? Hugo felt certain this was how they had taken the knowledge that he was over here, watching them. Both women had turned their heads, eyes wide, mouths gaping, shocked to learn about their unexpected observer, and the surprising collusion between husband and suitor to learn of Madeleine’s true relationship with Lucy.

Whether or not they had been intending to let Connor in on their little game—and from their reaction to his arrival over there, it appeared that they had at least half-expected him to watch them—it was probable that they did not intend for Hugo to know about all this, not at this stage.

He waited a few moments, wondering if they’d actually seen him in this dark apartment, or whether he could slip out and pretend that anything they’d been told about him by Connor was merely his attempt to wind them up.

When he turned, and edged his head up far enough to see over the back of the couch, he was a little surprised to find Madeleine was no longer in the bedroom. In fact, he couldn’t see any sign of her anywhere in the apartment at all. Lucy and Connor were still there in the bed, getting familiar with each other while lying side-by-side, Connor apparently already hard and inside her again as he nuzzled into her, kissing her neck.

Where was Madeleine?

Hugo shifted his binoculars to the front door just in time to see it close. Was she coming over here?

He felt rattled, not knowing what to do now. Could he make an exit while she was going down in the elevator? He would invariably take as long to get down to street level as she would, so would probably see her as she crossed the road. What if he timed it so that he was descending as she was in the elevator coming up to this floor?

He figured escape was a lousy idea. She’d be even more angry with him if he fled. She’d know he had, too. She’d never believe him that he’d never been here, that Connor was making it up that he had. He had to face it, there was going to be a confrontation.

Trying to keep calm, figuring he wasn’t the first of them who had kept secrets from the other, he tidied himself up and waited.

It wasn’t long until the doorbell sounded.

“Hey.”

Oh God, she looked so unbelievably gorgeous. Wincingly, heart-stoppingly, deeply arousingly gorgeous. Wearing her black coat with matching scarf, her dirty-blonde hair fell in waves around her pretty face. Her smeared make-up lent her the mischievous air of a bad girl—confirming her status as a sexy, insatiable wife. Hugo felt certain he couldn’t handle having this goddess mad at him, he would do whatever it took to seek her forgiveness for his intrusion.

“So you had your secret affair,” he said.

“How much did you see?”

“All of it. From when you came in. Are you angry with me?”

“Wait—am I angry with you?” she said sharply, making Hugo flinch, ready for the fireworks.

“For watching you. I know I wasn’t supposed to be here.”

“Angry with you?” she laughed, but confused rather than amused. “I came over here to see if you were angry with me.”

“Why would I be angry with you?” Hugo said, realizing that a normal husband probably would be angry at Madeleine’s secret sexual explorations.

“For being with Lucy, for not telling you.”

Hugo smiled. “Why would I be angry about that?” he asked her. “You know it’s up to you who you’re with. And I know you were with Connor a long while before the first time you let me see.”

That little revelation surprised her too. But she saw that he wasn’t mad at her.

“And you’re not at all angry at me for that?”

“Maybe a little, for keeping such a hot secret from me,” he grinned. “You’re not angry at me for prying?”

She returned his smile, her face lighting up in that way that always made him feel as though someone had ignited his insides—true devastating beauty. “Of course not,” she said. “I like it when you watch, you know that. Are you upset you didn’t get to see our first time?”

He looked at her, then shook his head. “It was near enough. I know your first time must have been a something like the first time I saw you. You were still nervous, beautiful, hot beyond belief. I believed it was your first time at the time—I had that experience.”

“Yes, I think you did. It would have been much the same.”

“Maybe the next affair you have, you’ll let me see the beginning.”

Her pretty mouth broke into a smile. Madeleine stepped inside the door, and reached for him, pulling him to her forcefully. “My next affair. Hmm. Actually, I wanted to talk to you about that.”

“Oh?”

She reached up on tip-toes for a passionate kiss. Her lips were so soft, a touch waxy from her lipstick and tasted faintly sweet from the fruit, yet with a piquant flavor Hugo realized reflected her run-in with Lucy and Connor. There was real fire in that kiss, even before the door closed behind her, and her coat opened to reveal she was wearing absolutely nothing underneath other than her scarf. Both of them were dispelling perceptions that either had wronged the other, while reconnecting and confirming their incredible bond.

“My company wants me to move to head office,” she said. “To take my ideas to the next level.”

“That’s fantastic, honey! Congratulations!”

“But also, it might free me up to pursue one of the guys at the bookstore, if you’re happy for me to.”

Hugo slipped his hands down her naked torso, and pushed her back against the wall beside the front door, now kissing his way down her velvet neck.

“Since you wouldn’t be working with them any more.”

“Not directly, no.”

Hugo couldn’t help smiling. “It wouldn’t be someone tall, dark and handsome, would it?”

“Maybe,” she flashed her eyes.

She moaned gently as he sucked on her neck, his hands fondling her breasts, thumbs grazing over her sensitive nipples.

“So how long has that been going on for—with Lucy, I mean.”

“I don’t know,” she said. “I guess we used to fool around a little in college—you know, innocent stuff. Occasionally since then, well, there’s been a few times here and there when we’ve had a lot to drink…”

“But recently you’ve been seeing more of her?”

“Not for ages—and then, you know, I was being more confident and flirtatious generally, and she was talking about moving to New York, and you were talking about me being with other guys…”

“You’ve been dating her since then?”

He returned to kiss her mouth, sucking on her tongue softly, inhaling her sweet scent with every breath, finding it such a thrill that she tasted and smelled different from normal, because he knew she’d been having sex with the couple now engaged in their own little private fling across the street.

“It was never really dating,” Madeleine said. “Just hanging out really, fooling around if we felt like it.”

“Sounds like dating to me.”

She smiled, and he could see a hint of wickedness in that smile. She said, “You’d like me to call it dating?”

He grinned. “Kind of hot to think my beautiful wife dates other men—and women.”

She laughed. “I forgot how men are so hung up on the whole lesbian thing.”

Hugo slipped off her coat, both of them allowing it to just slump to the ground as he sucked on her firm nipples, hands running down her heavenly curves.

“You’re not a lesbian, though,” he said.

“I’ve never found myself drawn to any other woman.”

“But you do have feelings for her. Beyond just fooling around.”

Madeleine looked suddenly sad, regretful, as though this was a revelation too far, which might mean she’d have to end everything with her Maid of Honor.

“She’s my best friend.”

“She’s more than that.”

Madeleine shrugged, but looked almost as though tears were on their way. Hugo felt more than a little strange, though jealousy still was not really rearing its head, despite the apparent confirmation that his wife had a fairly significant emotional bond with someone else.

Things were clicking into place in his head about Madeleine, about who she was, what drove her.

He made another mental jump, joining two dots that hadn’t seemed remotely close. “Lucy said you slept with someone at your bachelorette party,” he said. “It was her, wasn’t it?”

“Yes,” Madeleine said, lighting another fire within Hugo’s chest.

So it went back as far as that.

She looked as though she was now bracing herself for his anger, for his rejection, for him to order her out of his life. But Hugo smiled, and kissed her tenderly, completely catching her off guard. Then he was crouching, kneeling, breathing in that strange musk lingering around her, kissing his way down her stomach, hands gently fondling her breasts as he made his way to the enticing camber of her smooth, shaven mound, where her spicy aroma only intensified.

He said, “If you feel so strongly about her, could you handle sharing her?”

Madeleine turned her head toward the windows and the view across the street, and she let out a little gasp, though Hugo wasn’t sure whether it was from seeing Lucy now making love to Connor, or because he was now lapping at her soaking, swollen pussy lips, pushing up one of her legs so that her foot balanced on his shoulder.

“You think she might want to go out with him?” Madeleine asked her husband.

“Would you be okay with that if she did?”

She looked down at him, panting as he sucked on her labia, lapped up her slick nectar, pressing his face to a pussy already flushed from its earlier attention from Lucy and Connor.

“Of course,” Madeleine smiled, confidence returning to her pretty face. “I think he’d be perfect for her. He’d have to share her with me. But she can have him. Connor was only a little fun for me. Plenty of other fish in the sea, right?”

Hugo said, “I know there’s a few biting in that bookstore of yours already.”

They laughed at that, but now Madeleine urged him back up onto his feet, and grabbed his hand, pulling him over toward the floor-to-ceiling windows.

“I want to see,” she said, placing her hands on the glass and jutting out her pert behind for him, apparently completely unconcerned how exposed she was in front of all that window, without any kind of blind or curtain to shield her.

Hugo slipped his hand between her thighs as he stood behind her, feeling how incredibly wet she was. He opened his fly, slipped his rock-hard cock out, then quietly glided inside her gloriously hot pussy, his thrust into her made so easy by her evening’s infidelity.

“Oh God… oh that feels amazing,” his beautiful wife sighed as he filled her.

It was an amazing feeling. Though Lucy had cleaned her following Connor’s climax, deep inside her Hugo could feel an uncommonly silky wetness that was not merely Madeleine’s own lubrication.

“I can feel his come inside you,” Hugo said, trying to keep himself controlled within her.

He could see her smile reflected in the glass. “It seems so wrong letting him finish inside me,” she said, moaning as Hugo continued to plough into her from behind, “but it’s so incredible to feel that big hard cock stretching me, pulsing as he’s pumping it deep inside me...”

Hugo slowed, pacing himself, wanting to experience this for longer.

“You’re so hard,” Madeleine said, her voice hushed in awe. “It really turns you on to see him fuck me, doesn’t it? To watch him put that big hard cock inside me...”

It was almost as though she was trying to force his hand. He loved the way she talked, so different from the way it had been before, when neither of them could open up about anything even vaguely sexual.

“We should go back over there, once they’re ready,” Madeleine said.

“You want him again?” Hugo smiled. “One last time before you give him up?”

“I want both of you,” she said, “even if it’s just once, I want to feel you both inside me.”

The thought of Madeleine taking two guys at once, whether it included her husband or not, was too much for Hugo to contemplate and keep himself back from the edge.

He said, “I’m sure it won’t just be the once.”

Then as he saw the look of delight on her face, reflected back in the glass, and felt her body shudder and shake as a fresh orgasm seized hold of her. Hugo was suddenly at the end of the road, grabbing her hips tight as he buried himself deep inside her, his huge fat cock throbbed as he pumped his own hot come inside her, claiming her, marking her as his own.

*

Afterwards, back in their clothes, though Madeleine had precious little other than her coat, they leaned against the back of the couch, gazing out the windows, watching their apartment across the street, as Lucy rode Connor like a jockey on a champion racehorse. There could be no doubting that the two of them had powerful chemistry. Lucy looked besotted, the rapturous expression on her face as she writhed on top of him making it appear she had never experienced such instant attraction before. Connor was looking up at her as though she was some kind of angel. Or, as Hugo suspected, a goddess.

“Will you keep seeing him after tonight?”

“I wonder if it might not be better to leave them to it for a while,” she said.

Madeleine looked a touch regretful—and yet happy for her friend. Nostalgic, perhaps, was the word for it. One episode in her life—their lives—was coming to an end, but a new one was beginning, offering tantalizing possibilities.

“You know, Connor just told me he wanted to see what it was like, being in a relationship like ours?” Hugo said.

“Is that so? And Lucy wants to try it, too. That’s a happy coincidence.”

“I guess we’ve shown them how wild it can be.”

Madeleine turned to look at him, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Oh, we’ve only just scratched the surface,” she said, and with a glance at the door, indicated that it was time to rejoin the party.

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