The honest answer is… probably not.
She’s the mother of my son, and I pride myself on the way I’ve brought him up to respect women.
When the stranger in the cage moans as she squirts all over the man’s cock, I wonder if I’m looking at this all wrong. This woman is enjoying herself, and as much as it pains me to admit it, so was Vanessa when I walked in on her.
I glance over my shoulder at the hallway the little devil disappeared down. She may be around my son’s age, but she was definitely over the age of consent, and who am I to judge her for flirting with an older man? Vanessa’s personal trainer didn’t have any issue sleeping with an older—married—woman.
The man in front of me grunts out his pleasure, and as I watch him blow his load all over the woman’s back and arse, I make my decision.
I’m here. Why not explore a little?
Turning, I stride towards the hallway with golden lighting and peer down it. There are numbered doorwayslining either side, with a red velvet curtain down the end. My stomach drops as I wonder if she’s in one of those rooms with someone else.
Deciding I’ve come this far, I make my way towards the curtain, taking a deep breath as I pass through it, surprised when it opens into a gallery-style room.
My eyes take a moment to adjust to the darkness. The music in here is more sensual, and above it, unmistakable grunts and soft moans. There are half a dozen people in the room, but rather than studying art, they’re watching sexual acts happening behind the windows lining the room.
A voyeur room.
“She’s beautiful,” a woman beside me moans, leaning into the man behind her. His hand slides between her thighs, and I hurry to look away from them, thankful they can’t see the heat colouring my cheeks.
Fuck.
My eyes move to the window in front of us, and I do a double take. The tempting little devil’s reclined on a velvet chaise lounge, the ribbon of her corset undone and her perfect, pierced tits on full display. But that’s not what has my mouth running dry. It’s the sight of her pretty pink cunt swallowing a thick dildo.
A soft groan escapes my parted lips. I can’t tear my gaze away. My cock strains uncomfortably against my pants, and I reach down to palm it through the material. I’ve never been more jealous of a sex toy in my life.
The way it dips in and out of her wet heat, gliding through her glistening folds in a languid rhythm as her other hand twists and tugs on the silver bolts protruding through her nipples has me rock hard and leaking in myboxers. Her tongue darts out to swipe over her bottom lip, her head falling back, exposing the column of her neck.
I’ve never seen anything more erotic.
“Come all over my fingers, baby,” the man next to me growls in his woman’s ear.
“She’s perfect,” his woman pants. “So… fucking… perfect.” The last word comes out in a soft tortured cry, leaving me with no doubt she’s just reached her release.
My heart races. The tempting little devil is close as well. Her chest heaves and she bites down on her bottom lip as she picks up her pace. Every time she pulls it out, and I see the evidence of her arousal coating the silicone, I lick my lips, imagining how she would taste.
Goddamn, I’m regretting turning down her earlier offer. She really is perfect.
My dick throbs, begging me to release him from the constraints of my pants, but the gasps and moans of other people hold me back. I can’t. It feels so wrong.
Her mouth drops open in a wordless cry, and her hand stills, the dildo pushed deep inside her as her palm massages her clit through her orgasm. I palm myself, squeezing tight, knowing she just moved to the top of my spank bank, and I’ll be getting myself off later to the image of her coming undone.
She opens her eyes, a satiated look on her face as she pulls the coated toy from her pussy. Her head turns towards the window, and it feels like she locks her gaze on me as she flattens her tongue and runs the silicone over it, tasting her release before she sucks it into her mouth, deep throating the dildo.
“Ohhh…” the woman beside me whimpers. “Take me to a room. I need to feel you deep inside me. Now.”
“Yes, ma’am,” the man says before pulling her away.
I can’t move. I’m locked in an intense stare-off with this fucking goddess as she licks the toy like it’s a goddamn ice-cream on a hot summer’s day.
Heat prickles the back of my neck, and I squeeze my cock harder through my pants, fighting the sudden desire to pull him out and jack off over her perfect fucking tits.
The lights in her room go black, and instead of staring at the little devil, I face my reflection. I swallow, shake my head, and try to come to terms with what I just witnessed and how it made me feel.
I enjoyed watching her pleasure herself.
It was powerful to watch her play her body like a fine-tuned instrument.
