© by SandyC

We pay you to watch us fuck…

I love sitting in the garden after work and reading.

There’s always plenty of peace and shade along the fence to the neighbor’s garden, which is overgrown with dense conifers.

A few weeks ago, I sat down there and immersed myself in a good book.

I heard my neighbors coming into the garden and talking and briefly considered making myself noticed, but the book and the peace and quiet won the race against the conversation with my neighbors.

I like them, they are nice people, but sometimes I just like my peace.

I sank back into my book.

I can read anywhere and block out my surroundings. That’s probably why I only noticed the rhythmic noise in my back when Oriana moaned softly.

I suddenly had no doubt what I was hearing, and the book in my hands trembled slightly.

If I got up and left now, they would hear me.

If I made myself heard, it would not be very comfortable.

I didn’t want to listen to them having sex, but I didn’t want to make it awkward for either of them. So I stayed where I was and tried to concentrate on my book again.

A stupid attempt.

Now I could hear everything very clearly. As if the noises around me had receded into the distance, and I could only hear the couple copulating.

I involuntarily concentrated on them and wondered what they looked like.

Was she leaning against one of the trees and holding on to the gutter?

Was she on all fours in the grass and he was taking her from behind with relish?

I heard a soft clap and her suppressed cry.

They were so close. It was so arousing.

Now, I heard Simon moaning, too, and the rhythm quickened.

I didn’t dare move or even breathe any louder.

Only my right hand moved very slowly under my long skirt and between my already open legs.

Very slowly and completely absorbed in the sex noises behind me, I felt up the inside of my thigh and stuck my finger into the side of my panties to feel my wet, excited pussy.

My garden chair was too tight for me to masturbate without making a sound, but I had to touch myself and feel my hot center.

I massaged my clit very slowly while Simon pumped into Oriana and triggered her orgasm. I heard her gasping and moaning and wished I could see them both.

When I heard Simon come, the tension in my body was almost unbearable.

I felt myself slowly sliding down the chair so that I could open my legs wider and finally put my fingers inside myself.

That stopped me.

It was impossible not to make a noise, and I was already breathing too heavily.

I regretfully took my hand off my pussy and sat aroused but motionless.

Did he use a condom and now pull his penis out of her to check if it was tight, or did he watch his sperm flow out of her while her pussy was still twitching?

Did she wait patiently until he saw everything he wanted to see?

I heard my neighbors scramble to their feet, panting, and I imagined Oriana smoothing out her skirt and heard Simon zipping up his pants.

I wished I could see it and felt ashamed.

When I heard them leave, I got up slowly and entered the house.

I had to hurry.

If I waited and one of them went into their bedroom on the second floor, they would see me leave there, and that would be extremely embarrassing.

On the way into the house, I thought they had seen me going to my reading place earlier and deliberately gone into the garden.

What an idiotic thought.

At home, I took off my panties and lay down on my couch.

My pussy was wet and ready. I massaged it slowly and returned to the moment in the garden.

Oriana’s moans, the slap on her ass, and Simon’s heavy breathing as he came inside her.

I tried to satisfy myself with the rhythm of the thrusts I heard and imagined him taking me. This time, there was nothing to stop me from sliding my fingers deep inside myself as I felt the orgasm coming.

I had never watched or heard anyone having sex before, and when I came, I knew it was not the last time I would masturbate to this sweet fantasy.

My orgasm was slow and long. Quite different from the fast and violent orgasms I always experienced with my vibrator.

I decided to masturbate more often with my fingers.

My neighbors are nice people, and I was sorry to violate their privacy this way, but it wasn’t intentional and would never happen again.

The next day at lunchtime, Oriana asked if her youngest daughter could wait by me for her father to pick her up after school because they didn’t want to leave her home alone.

I happily agreed that the girl is ten and a sweet, bright child.

We sat over coffee in my kitchen and chatted casually.

Oriana talked about her children and her marriage, and I didn’t even notice when the subject turned to her and her husband’s sexual life.

They had been married for 18 years, and Oriana told me they had already tried a few things.

I was a little uncomfortable listening to this, but I got hot when she talked about a young woman visiting Oriana and Simon for a while. She was still very young at the time and willing to explore everything. The couple and she were very close then.

Then she moved away, but they have remained good friends and still visit each other often.

Even now, they like to have sex with each other.

Before I could interrupt the conversation, Oriana said a sentence that made me fall completely silent.

“Since you moved in here, we’ve been wondering with Simon if you’d be interested in a slightly unusual but hopefully exciting arrangement for both of us.” I couldn’t even nod or say no. I just sat there and stared at her.

She must have been expecting such a reaction because she continued to speak. Quietly and carefully, like a frightened child, she explained what she had in mind.

“We want to enter into a business relationship with you. Pay you to spend time with us and just be around us. Especially when we have sex with each other.”

My mind raced, switching from outrage to disbelief and excitement to shame.

“No one will touch you if you don’t want to. We don’t want that either. At least not at the beginning. We want to take it very slowly and enjoy it. We know that you don’t need the money. It’s just there to provide an extra incentive for both of us. It would be something completely new for us, too.”

I still sat there in silence.

I should throw her out of my house because she just wanted to buy me like a whore. That’s exactly what I was supposed to do. But I could see she wasn’t trying to insult me but her offer was sincere. I asked as calmly as I could manage:

“How would you like me to imagine it?” Oriana smiled for the first time since the topic had started. She was pretty, something I’d never really paid attention to. At 41, a year younger than her husband and 10 years older than me.

“You come over, have tea or coffee with us, and we’ll see if we feel good in each other’s company. If so, we’d love it if you were willing to watch us have sex. You don’t touch yourself or us, you don’t participate, just watch.”

After hearing what was in the garden, I knew how arousing it would be to see it, too.

But openly??? If the two of them knew???

Could I do that?

I got hot and felt a tugging in my stomach that told me I was very aroused by the thought. It probably embarrassed me even more than Oriana’s proposal itself.

“I see I’ve surprised you, and you need to think. Please take your time. I don’t want to rush you. We won’t be angry with you if it’s not for you. But I think you’d have much fun doing it, too.”

Then she smiled so knowing that it made me blush. She was right; I wanted it now. The suspicion that they knew I was in the garden when they were having sex became a certainty when she smiled.

They could have watched me reading from their bedroom window the whole time and only then gone into the garden.

It must have excited them even more to know that I was sitting just a few meters away from them and listening.

Oriana went to pick up her daughter and bring her to me before she had to drive to a customer.

I was left alone with my thoughts.

Two hours later, my thoughts were almost forgotten as I played with the neighbor’s daughter in the garden.

I love jumping rope, and since she knows me, she loves it too.

I was just finishing my round when I saw a beaming smile on her face, red with exertion, and heard footsteps on the gravel behind me.

Her father was there to pick her up.

He greeted us kindly, as always, but I couldn’t look at him. The sounds and feelings of the morning were there, and I was sure he could read them all effortlessly in my bright red face.

I could at least explain my burning cheeks to the girl with my rope jumping. It didn’t work on her father.

When I finally couldn’t avoid it and met his gaze, I saw it in his eyes.

The lust, the anticipation, the confidence, and the desire.

His daughter showed him a new combination of jumps I had taught her, and he smiled at her enthusiastically.

Why did I think 60% of his grin was my embarrassment?

We went into the house to get his daughter’s things, and I fiddled with the coffee machine so I wouldn’t have to look at him again.

“Can I offer you a coffee?” I asked, knowing full well what the answer would be. Simon had never had a coffee with me before.

“No, thank you. I have everything I want right now,” he said calmly and approached me from behind.

Of course, he had everything right now.

My embarrassment must have aroused him as it involuntarily aroused me.

I heard him suck in the air close behind me.

My sweaty body suddenly seemed to be able to produce even more heat. Images of Simon pulling down my shorts and pressing against my bare ass from behind to take me right here right now flooded my mind, and I clung to the kitchen counter in front of me.

He was close—too close.

Half a step backward, and I’d crash into his body.

“Oriana told me you’d consider our offer.” My breath hitched. I didn’t dare to move.

“I’m here to tell you how much I’d enjoy employing you. The possibilities are almost limitless if the arrangement suits you. We could have many exciting hours together.” I felt his breath on my shoulder and neck. Had he just touched me with his lips? Was it a gentle kiss, or was it just my imagination?

I didn’t take that step. I didn’t move at all.

I just suddenly found myself a little further away from the kitchen counter, and my back pressed against the hard body of the man behind me.

“I’ve got everything, Dad; we can go.” His daughter’s piping voice sounded behind us, breaking the spell.

“Tomorrow evening at 7?” Simon whispered in my ear, and I nodded dazed.

****

A whore, maybe more, by choice…

I spent the whole morning thinking about what to wear for my first visit with Oriana and Simon.

Simon said that they had no intention of touching me. That was fine with me.

Of course, I wanted it sooner or later, but the prospect of having to control myself made me even more excited.

Ideally, they should be the first to cross that line.

They should want me and no longer be able to stand it if I just watched.

Not me.

I would be able to resist.

I opted for a T-shirt and jeans. Nothing seductive or suggestive.

It was a job, after all. I went to work.

Grinning, I looked at myself in the mirror and winked at my image.

1.73, slim, blonde, and, at the moment, dressed like a normal girl visiting a friend to study.

Perfect.

Simon opened the door after 30 seconds.

I was curious to see his reaction to my outfit. There was none.

He had good self-control, or he didn’t care.

Was he expecting a sexy dress, a push-up bra, and a plunging blouse neckline?

I would ask him someday, but not today.

The family’s sheepdog thought my outfit was sufficient and greeted me stormily.

As always, he stuck his snout between my legs, and as always, I resolutely pushed him away.

Simon didn’t shake my hand or kiss me on the cheek.

He wore cloth trousers and a cream-colored shirt open at the collar, harmonizing perfectly with his tanned skin.

His aftershave was pleasantly unobtrusive but perceptible in the narrow hallway.

Sexy.

When I followed him into the living room, I saw that his short black hair was still slightly damp at the nape of his neck. So he had just showered.

He was barefoot, which emphasized his casual outfit, and he moved casually without haste.

I could still feel his tension.

Oriana was pacing up and down by the window as we entered the living room.

She was wearing a sexy white silk housecoat and almost ran towards me to hug me.

Her nervousness was so obvious that she took mine away.

When she was halfway across the room, Simon grabbed her by the arm and stopped her.

Her expression was that of a petulant child whose favorite toy had been spoiled.

She tried to pull away, but the grip on her slender upper arm held her in place.

She looked Simon in the face, but her gaze had no anger, only defiance and lust.

The man was determined, and the woman seemed to like it.

This could be very interesting.

Oriana smiled broadly at me without starting a new try to escape from her husband’s grip.

“Welcome!” she exclaimed, beaming. “I can’t tell you how happy I am to see you. I was afraid you wouldn’t come.”

Her husband’s fingers gave a quick squeeze, and Oriana fell silent.

They were probably talking about keeping cool and professional.

After all, I was their employee now.

What was I now? A companion? A toy? A whore?

What did I want to be?

Was this going too far, or needed to be farther?

I didn’t know and decided to let it come to me and enjoy it.

Simon pulled Oriana close and kissed her on the mouth.

My instinct was to turn away, but I stayed where I was and watched.

It was exciting to be destined to watch the two of them.

I could see the tension in their bodies and the unspoken question of whether it would go as planned. Oriana’s body pressed desperately against Simon, and he seemed to want to push her away so that he could become the master of the situation again.

I was nervous and excited, but their excitement seemed to want to blow up the room.

It was fantastic.

Simon finally managed to restrain Oriana, push her away from him, and turn to me.

“I want you to sit on this chair and not move until I tell you to.”

I looked in the direction shown.

There was a chair with armrests against the wall opposite the large couch. I walked towards it while he continued talking.

“Sit down comfortably and put your hands on the armrests. Keep your feet a little apart so you have good support. The cushion is for your back, so the backrest doesn’t pinch, and you can sit comfortably.”

I walked towards the chair and sat down.

The thick cushion on my back forced me to sit at the front of the chair, but it was quite soft and comfortable.

I rested my arms on the armrests and placed my feet on the legs of the chair as requested.

My decision to wear jeans seemed the right one. The position would be awkward for a skirt.

“Today, we want to test whether you can sit still and motionless and enjoy watching us. Your job is not to take your eyes off us and not to let anything distract you. Please don’t look away. We want you to watch us. Can you do that?”

I nodded with a smile.

I had no idea whether I could, but I was amused by the matter-of-fact sound of his voice giving me instructions.

He was the boss. I was only working here.

Simon turned to his wife and led her to the couch. Behind the couch, to be precise.

He kissed her passionately, looking at me the whole time.

I was getting hot.

He groped her whole upper body, squeezed her breasts, and rubbed his pelvis against hers.

It was very arousing, and I felt a blush on my cheeks.

Oriana moaned loudly, and I felt myself clutching the armrests convulsively.

The urge to close my knees grew stronger as I felt myself getting wet.

Simon turned his wife towards me and bent her over the couch.

The silk coat gaped open, and I saw the cleavage of a beautiful sky-blue negligee from which her breasts were spilling out.

They were looking at me while Simon dropped his pants behind Oriana and lifted her housecoat at the back.

Oriana moaned so loud that I winced in my chair.

Simon looked at me intently as he slowly penetrated his wife and began to move.

Instead of looking at his cock, which was opening his wife’s certainly already hot and wet vagina, he looked at my face.

As if he was pushing his cock between my lips.

As if he knew what I was thinking, he rammed his cock deep inside her, and I resisted the urge to press my hand to my throat, which felt like I was choking.

I was getting hot now.

I wanted to stand there and be fucked by him.

I wanted to get closer and watch his cock disappear into her pussy.

My nipples felt hard under my T-shirt, and my pussy pulsed with pleasure.

The immobility and passivity made my senses go crazy.

I was too far gone to see anything clearly, so I tried vainly to smell anything.

When I saw the faint smile on Simon’s face as he rammed his cock full force into his wife, I knew that was exactly what he had intended by pushing the chair as far as it would go.

Suddenly, I regretted not wearing a long, thick, wide skirt.

My pussy was throbbing wet, and I wondered if I had already wet my jeans and if they could see it.

I didn’t dare look down and take my eyes off the copulating couple.

I watched them first because it was so hot and secondly. After all, I didn’t want to draw Simon’s attention to my wet jeans.

Oriana’s face was red with lust, and the only thing coming out of her open lips was a long, lustful gasp. My hands tightened in the armrests, and I almost cried out in surprise when Runo stormed into the room.

At full gallop, he ran excitedly towards the couple only to be stopped by a sharp “Off!” to be stopped.

The big animal stopped, disappointed, and I wondered where the dog had been all this time and why the door to the living room wasn’t locked.

Was there someone else in the house?

The sound of Oriana’s body slamming against the couch overrode my thoughts.

The moaning increased, and Simon pumped into her with relish, sometimes looking at me, sometimes at the dog, who was trembling with excitement.

Oriana climaxed, shaking violently, and my pussy contracted with hers as I saw the ecstasy on her face.

Simon’s big paws closed like claws around Oriana’s hips, and her whole body reminded him of a doll that he pushed onto his cock over and over again.

I could almost feel the hard grip around my waist and wished he would grab me even harder.

The dog approached me and stuck his big snout right between my legs.

I wanted to push him away, but Simon’s panting stopped me.

He looked at me and at the animal sniffing my wet pussy as if to remind me of my task.

I wanted to push the horny dog away because every movement of its big snout was like a direct touch to my pussy, which was screaming with lust for a cock.

The dog wagged its tail and moved wildly, and then the huge wet tongue began to lick my crotch obsessively.

I was about to grab Runo by the neck and end it all when Oriana cried out as Simon entered her.

The sight was overwhelming.

I saw Simon coming and longed for the feeling of his hard cock in my wet pussy.

I was sure that Oriana’s feet were no longer touching the floor, and I couldn’t take my eyes off Simon’s when the moment came that his hot sperm shot out of him.

He showed me what he would do to me when the time was right.

Hopefully, he was a man who kept his promises.

I imagined I could smell Simon’s cum at that distance and saw his ecstatic face.

The dog continued to lick my now wet crotch, and his backside moved as if he were the one fucking someone and not his master.

My arousal was only seconds away from an orgasm that I wouldn’t have if I couldn’t touch myself.

I wanted to go home and sink my fingers deep into my more than-ready pussy. My breathing was intermittent, and the damn mutt just wouldn’t stop licking me.

Simon enjoyed his orgasm and looked at me continuously. I held my breath as he slid out of Oriana and brushed his hair back from his forehead.

It was longer than I thought.

Oriana smiled broadly at me as she came back on her feet with the help of her husband.

Simon slowly put on his pants without taking his eyes off me and the dog licking me as if he would lick the most delicious juice in his life.

Did he want to know if I liked it?

Did I like it?

I was too hot to think.

Even if I hated it, I would let everything happen now only to get an orgasm. Dog, horse, man, woman, hand or feet, no matter what.

I was seconds before a gigantic orgasm, and I wanted it now!

But that is exactly what would not happen.

I was here to work and not to be fucked and satisfied.

That was supposed to diminish my lust, sober me up, and calm me down, but it didn’t.

My body shook, and I tried everything not to show it.

But he knew anyway. I was sure of that.

Simon came around the couch and reached for his wallet on the side table.

Then he looked at his watch and calmly counted the agreed amount while Oriana stood around a little embarrassed.

Simon looked at me with a kindred spirit.

“Thank you, my dear. It was very arousing,” he said, watching my agony for a moment. Then he sent the dog away and gave me my money.

Our fingers didn’t touch, and I couldn’t read anything from his gaze.

“Can we call you?” I nodded. I was almost sure my voice would fail.

Simon indicated a bow and left the living room with Oriana on his arm.

My job was done. I was free to go.

Instead of feeling insulted at being treated like a whore, I was overjoyed.

The feeling was so hot that I sat there for a few more seconds before hurrying home.

I couldn’t keep my hands off myself for the next 2 days.

I masturbated in every way I knew.

I desperately wanted to go there again.

I wanted to follow the instructions and watch my neighbors fuck.

I checked my phone almost every hour to ensure I had received all the messages.

I saw the neighbors briefly over the garden fence, and, as always, we waved to each other.

Today, my phone finally rang, and I was so excited that I briefly wondered whether I should answer it or just listen to the message.

I couldn’t stand it and answered.

“Hello?” I said as I had planned. Better not to say much than something foolish.

“We’d like to see you tonight if you’re available. Is it convenient for you?”

Whether it suited me????

My heart was already racing, and the tugging in my stomach told me that I was about to have a nice session with my vibrator.

“Yes, with pleasure. When?” I said as I had rehearsed in front of the mirror.

“At seven if it suits you. Can you wear the same as last time?”

“Yes, of course,” I said, and the conversation ended.

****

The info session…

My first visit to my employers was a test for both sides.

I probably passed mine, but Oriana and Simon also did their job more than well.

The dog was, of course, very close to the limit, but now they knew that I could adapt. I was still wondering whether anyone had been in the house. The timing of the mutt was far too perfect to be a coincidence. Sooner or later, I would find out.

Did I like being licked by the dog? Hard to judge, considering the state I was in.

I was surprised in a weak moment.

I was so excited that every touch had gone through all my senses, and if I had been naked, I would have let Runo lick me until I screamed.

But I wasn’t naked. I didn’t come either.

My employers must have seen my arousal, and it turned them on so much that they came themselves within minutes, but they couldn’t possibly know how hot I was.

They surprised me, and my body reacted.

Letting a dog satisfy me was not one of my priorities.

If I was going to come moaning with pleasure under a tongue, then I gave priority to Oriana and Simon.

In that exact order.

The dog could go to the back of the queue.

I already had an idea of how I wanted to do it.

I put on the same clothes that I wore on my first visit. Only my panties were more suitable for the visit than the first time.

I rarely wear perfume, but when I do, it’s always a delicate citrus scent.

However, I also have something stronger that I use sparingly, spraying it into the air and walking through the clouds.

It smells directly on my skin but is too intense for my taste.

Today I sprayed it on my panties before I put my jeans on.

If the wild-licking dog were also planned for today, I would stop it.

If my employers noticed my perfume at all, it would be a hint of a delicate floral scent.

On the other hand, the dog’s nose would be invaded by a strong chemical stench that the animal couldn’t stand in the long term.

Enough licking, my dear Runo.

Lick your balls and stay away from me.

For now.

“What would you never do?” Simon asked me right at the start of my visit.

The greeting at the door was similar to the last time; only the mutt kept his distance from my step as I had hoped.

“I don’t know,” I replied because I thought the question was too general.

I decided not to be intimidated when Simon looked at me in silence.

I would have told an acquaintance long ago that his question was idiotic, but Oriana and Simon seemed to feel like my employers, so I took it as a question from my boss.

“If your question concerns my worldview, we don’t have enough time for an honest answer. But if you mean my job here, it’s hard for me to say what I don’t want to see right now. I think some things are disgusting and feel the same way.”

“Like what?”

“If Oriana starts smearing you with her feces, I’m out.” Oriana’s disgusted face relieved me.

Simon smiled.

“I’ll try to be more precise with my questions in the future,” he said and made an inviting gesture towards the chair I was already familiar with, which was in the middle of the room this time. I sat down.

Simon stood behind Oriana and began to unbutton her blouse.

Today she was wearing a white blouse and a long skirt. She looked very pretty. Her breasts were plump against the fabric, and what I saw on her face was pure pleasure. I followed Simon’s fingers, which unbuttoned the blouse and pulled it over Oriana’s shoulder. Simon kissed his wife’s shoulder tenderly and looked at me.

“We want more from you in the future and will try to discuss the upcoming sessions with you in more or less detail so that you can refuse in advance if something is not suitable for you.”

“Sounds good,” I said and watched as Simon began to knead his wife’s very firm breasts.

Did her boobs have something done, or were they that big from home?

Simon squeezed her nipples through the wafer-thin fabric of her bra, and Oriana whimpered slightly in pain but remained standing.

A little worried, I looked at her face, realizing she liked it just the same. My nipples made themselves known, and I envied Oriana at that moment for the sweet pain that was surely just reaching her vagina and causing the slightly burning tug in her clit.

“Please turn the chair around so that you sit with your back to us. We don’t want to distract you too much from today’s conversation.”

That was mean.

Very mean.

Regretfully, I did what he wanted. Was it a punishment or another test?

Oriana didn’t look surprised, so I guessed it was a test.

I should have been relieved because I could control myself better, but the lust for the sight I was sure to see was overwhelming.

Because I couldn’t see anything, I was probably even more aroused than if I were sitting 10 centimeters away from what was happening.

No, certainly not!

They made me hot and wet precisely because they were playing with me, and I had to follow their instructions. I enjoyed the feeling and waited to see what would happen.

“Can you imagine watching us naked?” I kept quiet because I was breathless with lust.

Could I imagine it?

It would be a dream!

Oriana moaned behind me, and I heard noises I couldn’t place. Simon continued to speak, but I knew he was touching his wife.

“Of course, we’re prepared to pay 10% more for further work.” There it was again. The reminder that I was a paid whore and where my place was.

“Without Runo’s involvement, of course. That topic is for later if you like.”

“The dog was never part of our deal,” I said calmly, although my pulse was racing pleasantly.

He was fucking her behind me or letting her fuck him, and I couldn’t see it, nor could I even tell what I was hearing.

When Simon moaned, I was almost certain that Oriana was giving him oral sex, but it could have been anything else.

It was unbearable!

“No. Runo was just a test,” Simon said, and I got the impression that he was trying to keep his voice steady.

“We just wanted to see how you felt about Oriana wanting to be fucked by a dog.”

What the fucking hell?!!!

Now, I was glad I was sitting with my back to them and didn’t have to check my facial features, which was out of the question.

If they were looking for a dog-whore, they should have said so straight away so that I could refuse!

I heard movement behind me, and now I did not doubt that Oriana was almost choking on Simon’s cock.

Was she so turned on by what Simon was saying that she was redoubling her efforts on his cock? Gurgling gasps and a painful whimper on her part accompanied the wet noises.

Was Simon trying to slow her down by holding her by the hair?

I wanted to see it!

He stopped talking, and I listened intently to avoid missing a moment.

Oriana gasped and tried to cough in between, but it all sounded very wet and choked.

Did he push her face mercilessly into his cock as he moaned and filled her mouth with his cum?

Did she enjoy it?

I certainly would have enjoyed the feeling that I was about to choke, and yet I wanted the sweet agony never to end and for him to ram his cock deep down my throat just once more before I had to swallow hurriedly to avoid choking on his load.

I realized I was drifting off into this beautiful fantasy that was taking shape behind my back when Simon moaned. I couldn’t hear Oriana’s breathing because she obviously couldn’t breathe.

I licked my lips at the thought of my face turning red while Simon’s pumping cock was cutting off my breath, not Oriana’s.

My body craved it so much. My body craved his cock as much as my mind did.

I didn’t even realize when it was over because I felt like I had to swallow, and the taste of Simon’s cum was almost present in my mouth.

Shortly afterward, I heard Oriana drinking something. The conversation seemed to be able to continue now.

“For 2 years, we had an excellently trained dog that Oriana loved to play with. A friend of ours trained him. Unfortunately, she moved away, and our old Runo died in the meantime. She lived here and still visits us from time to time. Each time she teaches our new Runo something, but it will be a while before he can fuck Oriana like the old one.”

Oriana was moaning behind my back louder and louder now, and my pussy was responding faster than my head.

I could hear her breathing getting faster and faster, and whatever Simon did to her elicited sharp cries of pleasure.

Talking about the dog must also have made her incredibly hot, and I had to admit that it excited me, too.

“What started as fun with us is now her job. She runs a very special dog school. Maybe we could visit it together one day. I’m sure Oriana would love it.”

His wife gasped, ‘Yes,’ but I didn’t know if it was the conversation or Simon’s actions because she started throwing herself around on the couch and came.

Was he fucking her with his fingers? A dildo? How hard? She was now howling in orgasm, and I wasn’t even allowed to see it.

Simon continued speaking, but I struggled to understand his words because my whole body seemed to feel Oriana’s.

I tried desperately to concentrate.

“We would also like to have you with us for the weekend when our daughter is at Grandma’s. But we would like you to be naked all the time, even if we have guests. Of course, everything comes with a financial bonus and is still in the future. Just think about whether you can imagine something along these lines. Also, think about whether you might enjoy being fucked in front of strangers or by strangers at some point. We can assure you, it’s very erotic.”

I couldn’t say anything back to that now because Simon’s smile was like the satisfied grin of a cat that had just licked out its bowl of cream.

Would he soon be licking out my bowl of cream?

I bet that’s exactly what he was thinking about.

“Of course, you can set the exact parameters of such an encounter so that they suit you. But maybe you like it without limits?”

The images that flooded my mind at this sentence made me even hotter, if possible, and I answered with difficulty.

“I’ll think about it.”

“Then that’s all for today,” said Simon, and the info session ended.

It was the hottest info session of my life.

To Be Continued…?