by Cyan
Copyright 1998 by Cyan
All Rights Reserved; No Redistribution.
I'd never seen her in a dress like that. I don't mean it was sexy, which it wasn't, necessarily, but that I don't think I ever saw her dress up that much. "Big date tonight?" I asked.
"Well..." She looked thoughtful.
I hadn't ever seen Nancy go out, with a man anyway. I was sure she was single unless she'd been separated for a long time. I guess you could say I didn't really know her that well even though I saw her a lot: she was our landlady and lived in the flat below us. I'd come in and talk with her once in a while and she was really nice, but that was about the extent of it. "Must be a man," I said, grinning at her evilly. I found I wanted to pry. But her expression told me I was off. "A friend?"
"Actually I'm, uh, going out alone."
"Really? Where?"
"Oh, to eat." She sounded a little diffident. Something inside me warned danger, but I also thought it would also be a little unfriendly to back off at this point. Eating out alone! I knew it was done, and I could, in fact, imagine doing it, but to be honest, it sounded dreadful. My face must have showed some of my thoughts because she went on: "I, uh, never stay in on my birthday."
"It's your birthday!" I blurted.
"Yes."
"And you didn't invite me? Where are you going?" I realized I'd reacted in the right manner: on such a day I definitely wanted her to feel she had a friend. I had nothing on for the evening and figured Jim could spare me.
I watched her face light up despite herself. "Barnett's" she said. "You really would come?"
I thought quickly. Obviously she pampered herself on her birthday: Barnett's was definitely upscale. I thought about Jim and found myself in a bind: we'd agreed to watch our cash for a little while. And in the mean time, Nancy was obviously reading my face again: "You really want to come? We could go somewhere else..."
"No! No!" I said. "Treat yourself!"
"Listen: I'd rather a night out with someone than twenty nights at Barnett's by myself. Really." I tried to judge whether she really meant it. I hated to spoil her evening and had to figure out which she really preferred. "Please?"
She was begging. I was convinced. "OK, where do we go?"
She didn't wear the dress. We ended up at Shelley's eating a couple of plates of hors d'oeuvres with our beer. Nancy was definitely ecstatic to have someone to talk to and I felt good about it. Jim was a peach and took care of himself.
And I found I really hadn't talked to Nancy before. Yes, she was divorced which didn't surprise me too much: she seemed to get along by herself just fine, but at her age, she had plenty of time to get used to the single life again. She'd actually been married fifteen years. No kids. We talked about nephews and nieces and then about moms and dads and I found out she managed a department in a store downtown and that she'd owned the house since her divorce. And that she hadn't dated much. And I told her about Jim and meeting him and so forth and before long we were talking about much more than we'd ever managed during our previous conversations.
But we didn't want to stay too long and drink too much. "So what next: do we go dancing?" I asked.
She wouldn't hear of it. I felt like I should drag her to it if I could, but I didn't have the heart to push her. "No: this has been fine," she said and claimed she'd love to go home and read. It just didn't seem right. Finally we decided to rent a video. We went through the list: Casablanca, The Way We Were, Sleepless in Seattle but she didn't seem interested. Then finally I seemed to get a response.
I'd joked about getting an X-rated video and I just seemed to notice something in her reaction. "Want to? Ever seen one?" I asked. She seemed hesitant. "It's your birthday: do whatever you want to do!" I said encouragingly. We ended up brazenly walking into the back room of the store: no, we didn't talk loud or anything, and fortunately no one was there, and we almost giggled when our eyes met.
I'd only been in that room once briefly with Jim and I'm positive Nancy had never been anywhere near its vicinity. When I started looking around, I found myself amazed and wondered how to pick one. Finally we picked one called Amanda's Promise that seemed, according to the package, at least have a semblance of romance, and we got to giggling at the other titles we saw: Anal this, Anal that.
I don't know how it happened, but we walked out with a second one: Anal Delights II. When we reached the car again, we finally burst, neither of us quite believing what we'd just done. I still remember the girl at the counter's little glance up at us after we handed her the boxes. Her face showed nothing, but was so eloquent about the way it showed that.
It was Amanda's Promise first. We watched, and in a way we weren't disappointed in first sex scene, though the acting was nothing to write home about. We ended up pausing it though while Nancy got some wine and poured us each a drink. "Well, what do you think of your first porn?" I asked.
"She's had work done," was Nancy's answer. I'd noticed that too: Amanda definitely wasn't a natural woman. I found myself wondering whether Jim would go for breasts like Amanda's: I hadn't really gotten his opinion on that point. "Listen," said Nancy, "let's watch a little of the other one."
I looked at her and she grinned. I sensed that if she was going to introduce herself to this, she wanted to go "whole hog". "Anything for the Birthday Girl," I said.
"You want to see it, too!"
But I wasn't sure I did. I was curious, or at least a part of me was. We switched tapes.
The woman wore a miniskirt you'd never see in public, at least not since the '70s. And the top didn't hide much either, and she frankly didn't feel like beating around the bush when she saw a man she liked: it took about two minutes for her to get naked.
He prepared her. She was going to get it that way, right off the bat. Not much build-up. She grinned and mugged and cooed. He was well built, a good chest. And he was pretty big, too.
I caught myself just staring at the screen and glanced at Nancy. I couldn't believe I'd ended up watching a porno, an anal porno video with Nancy. Her eyes never left the screen and I looked back. The woman acted for all the world like she was in heaven, like the one thing she wanted in life was that man's penis in her ass. As we watched, they commenced, slowly.
I wondered if Nancy had ever done this. I certainly hadn't. I guess I was glad Jim had never done more than a little mention. As we watched, they slid it in to completion. I wondered what it would be like with Jim... and wondered whether there was a part of me that wanted to find out.
Nancy sat there staring, open-mouthed. They went at it with a vengeance. The girl looked back at the man for a second, giving him a coy grin, then went back to her heavy breathing, looking like she needed this more than anything in the world.
Neither of us said a word. We stared as they went on and on, no sound but the awful music and the moaning, until he withdrew and came on her back. Afterward Nancy turned it off with the remote. "Whew!" she said, fanning herself with her hand, but I could see she was joking. "You watch these?" she asked.
"Never one like this," I answered.
"Up for another scene?" She grinned. I wondered if I'd created a monster.
"Sure."
"You guys do it while watching?"
I thought quickly about whether I was comfortable telling Nancy our secrets. Well, after watching these videos with her, I felt it would be silly to start getting cold feet. "Sort of," I said.
"Sort of?"
"We've... gotten each other off."
She laughed. "I guess guys masturbate watching these." I didn't answer & I wasn't even certain why she'd said that except to make conversation. "Let's do it," she said, suddenly.
"Do what?"
"Next scene. Let's ... ," her voice got quiet: "... do ourselves." I stared at her, my mouth open both incredulous and amused. "Oh, come on, guys do it!"
We're not guys! my mind said. I didn't think guys did it together. "OK," I heard myself say.
Well, the next couple wasn't any shyer than the first and were soon at it. I glanced at Nancy: her skirt was flipped up and her hand was in her underpants. "No just letting me do it," she said.
I was in pants, which made doing anything like that all the more obvious. But I slipped them down and started fingering myself. I glanced again: she had her underpants slipped down! She stared at the couple on the screen. I felt funny about letting Nancy be so obvious by herself. I lifted my butt and slid my underpants down too.
It was hard to pay attention to the scene. Nancy didn't seem to have any problem, but I found myself obsessing on the fact that I was sitting in there with someone else, masturbating to a video. The girl took it in the same manner that the first one had: the video lived up to its title. She made out to like it just as much, too.
Another girl walked in while they were in the act. She undressed in seconds, then was sliding herself underneath the impaled girl on hands and knees. Then the first girl was sucking her breasts.
I couldn't look at Nancy. Somehow I hadn't considered this and now realized I should have. I wondered what Nancy thought. Should I speak up and say something? The girls were now kissing and the girl on her back had her legs around the other two of them as if she were doing it with the girl on hands an knees, who looked like she was having trouble maintaining the kiss because she was breathing so hard. I couldn't help myself! I still thought about Nancy being right there beside me, but I stared at that screen and it was as if I were completely by myself. I didn't hold back.
She'd turned it off again. "You liked that," she said. I made myself look at her to figure out what she thought of me. Did you? I asked in my mind, but I was afraid to voice it. I didn't even know if she'd made herself come. "Ever touch a woman?" she asked.
Oh, God! I wanted to say no, but I certainly had done it in my mind. And my conscience picked that moment to make an issue out of such a silly thing. I sat there, tongue-tied. "Let's play it again," she said and was rewinding. Then she slid closer to me on the couch and we were next to each other.
"Have you ever done this?" I asked.
"No. Let's... just touch a little."
I definitely came again, and this time I was aware of her coming too: after all, I was instigating it. She switched it off when we were done. I didn't say anything.
"I'm sorry: I made you do it," she said. She sounded forlorn. I mumbled something, unable to make myself speak up. "Are you OK?"
"It's OK," I finally said. "I liked it," I added. She'd looked so concerned: I felt I had to say that.
Her smile was a little weak, but it lit up the place and I felt the pressure off.
God, I felt guilty that night, lying in bed, next to Jim. I'd cheated on him: after all these years: who would have guessed that I'd do such a thing! What was I going to do? I wasn't going to do such a thing, ever again, that was certain! It had been a little awkward with Nancy after we decided to call it a night, but she had managed to tell me it was the closest thing she'd had to sex since her marriage. Seven years! I felt good about doing something for her birthday and about giving her the best time in her seven years, but still, it made me queasy to think about what I'd done to Jim.
And it wasn't any better the next morning when I faced him at breakfast. "How was the birthday celebration?" he asked, innocently.
"OK," I said. I should say more! "We went to Shelley's," I added. I looked at him closely and suddenly felt like I was doing it all to myself: he didn't seem to be the least bit suspicious. "Do you like Nancy?" I asked.
Now why had I asked that? "Sure," he said. Something in me wanted more. I suppose I felt like I wanted Jim to consider her worth some sacrifice. Even if I had no intention of telling him.
"You think she's cute?" I wondered where these questions were coming from!
He looked at me suspiciously. "She doesn't hold a candle to you," he said.
"No, I mean it: I want an honest answer. If I weren't in the picture, and you had the chance for a night with her, no strings attached..." God! I couldn't believe these things that were crossing my mind!
"You want to know if I'd boink her?" He grinned. He was being silly and teasing me: I think he knew this wasn't the normal me talking.
"Well?" I finally asked.
He gave me a mock-lover's look and said: "For you, anything." I couldn't help myself: I giggled. "You got some kind of scheme up your sleeve?" he added.
Well, I wasn't wearing that sort of sleeve. "She hasn't had sex in seven years," I said. And once again, I found myself in awe of the words coming out of my mouth. No, I hadn't made any explicit suggestion: nothing at all! But the implication was obvious. And I found him looking at me, consideringly.
"I don't believe this," he said, quietly. I leaned over and kissed him. I was glad he was shocked: I wanted him to be shocked at the whole idea of his ever doing it with another woman. I wondered what he would think about the idea of my being involved, too.
* * *
That all seems like so long ago, what with our weekly wednesday-night arrangement now. Last night Nancy asked us if the three of us could just have a peaceful night, and of course we obliged: we simply have her sleep between us. We do have her sleep nude and we'll gently have our way with her at least once during the night, which she clearly enjoys despite her expressed desire for a restful night. But even such a night is indeed a restful break for her from our more interesting wednesdays: the week before, Jim and I played servant to her for the whole evening--and night. I no longer have the qualms about going down on her and it's amazing to see the paces she puts Jim through.
But I suppose I really like the weeks Jim and I are the ones who receive her services: we've got a little french maid outfit for her to wear, but Jim inevitably gets her down to just a thong, then nothing. She's definitely willing, and seems to thrive on punishment scenes: I'm amazed at how hot they get her. She comes out of them so desperate and demanding, it's hard to tell who's in charge. She really is a dear and it is such a kick to think she's all ours.
Cyan Stories
Erotic fiction, sex stories, for erotica lovers.