As I watched, I imagined myself in Tina’s place, feeling the warm flood of his sperm, shooting repeatedly inside her. That thought almost brought me to the peak. My fingers were working frantically between my legs.
After coming, Rod stayed inside her for a while as the camera moved closer to them. He slowly withdrew his cock from her, the wetness of their mutual orgasm glistening on his shaft which didn’t seem to have decreased in either length or hardness.
He stood and walked towards the camera. Meanwhile, Tina, still lying back on the lounger, her thighs apart, with both feet resting on the grass, looked straight at the camera, smiling and beckoning with her hand to whoever was holding it. The camera moved around erratically, as if it were changing hands.
I could hardly believe it when I saw her husband John walk into view! It was he who had been filming his wife making love with Rod. He too was completely naked as he walked towards the reclining Tina. Filming his wife and Rod together had obviously excited him as his full erection was just as impressive as Rod’s.
Tina was smiling, holding her arms out to him as he sat astride the lounger between her open thighs, lifting them and draping them over his own, just as Rod had done earlier.
As his tight balls pressed against the wet lips of her vagina, Tina reached down and wrapped her hand around his hard-on and began to masturbate him rapidly. There was no foreplay, he must have been close to the point of coming even as he was filming, because it only lasted seconds.
He quickly pulled away from her hand, almost too late. His first powerful jet of cum shot out of his cock onto the lips of her cunt just before he speared his rock-hard shaft between her thighs, impaling her to the lounger, gasping loudly as she locked her legs around him whilst he shot the remainder of his load deep inside her.
Trying to imagine how it felt for Tina to feel another cock slipping into her wet sheath and ejaculating another flood of sperm inside her, only seconds after John had shot his load inside her, was the last straw for me. My own orgasm hit me like a tidal wave and left me gasping for breath.
When my climax subsided and my body had stopped trembling, I leaned back on the stool and tried to process what I had just seen. Suddenly, my heart leaped into my mouth when I felt a hand placed lightly on my shoulder from behind my chair!
I wanted to Die! Tina had come in the back door. I hadn’t heard her, and she had caught me masturbating at my desk. It was the most embarrassing and shameful thing that had ever happened to me. I was terrified. I didn’t know what to do or say. My emotions were in turmoil as I fumbled to withdraw my hand from my briefs and shut down the video at the same time.
“Oops! Sorry”, she said, in what seemed a rather mischievous tone. “I didn’t mean to startle you”.
I was so emotional, I cannot even remember what I said, other than that I just broke down sobbing and stammering incoherently, trying to say how sorry, embarrassed and ashamed I was and that I would leave immediately and not come back.
I stumbled off my chair, my eyes full of tears, frantically trying to straighten my smock which had somehow got caught up in the hem of my briefs whilst I had been fingering myself. I was in shock, I hardly knew what I was doing. Tina took hold of my shoulders.
“Hey. Calm down Nikki”, she said as she gently pushed me back down on my chair and handed me a box of tissues.
She stood beside me and stroked my hair until I had used half the box of tissues and regained some sort of composure.
Between sobs I started to say the what I was doing was unforgivable and that I would leave and never come back. I was blabbering incoherently, trying to say that I would promise not to tell anyone what I had seen taking place. But she calmly placed her fingers on my lips and said,
“Come on. Let’s go to the house. We need to talk”.
She led me out of the back door of the clinic and locked the door, she put her arm around my still shaking shoulders as we walked towards the house. When we were there, she told me to sit down on one of the high chairs at the long breakfast bench in her beautiful modern kitchen. I was surprised when she walked around the bench and took a bottle of red from the wine rack, and two glasses.
“I think it will be better if we talk over a drink”, she said as she poured the wine.
She moved back around the bench and sat on the high chair next to me, turning it to face me. She was sitting close to me, her knees brushing against the side of my leg. I was confused. Why was she giving me a drink if she was going to fire me?
“Tina”, I said. “What I was doing was unforgivable. I am so sorry, please don’t tell John what I was doing. I swear I will never breath a word to anyone and I won’t come back”.
I gulped my drink. I needed it.
“Oh Nikki”, she giggled as she refilled our glasses, “John would not be at all annoyed if he knew you had watched it. He would be pleased that it turned you on so much. And stop worrying “, she continued, “I’m not annoyed with you either”.
“How long had you been watching me?”, I asked hesitantly.
“About five minutes”, she replied smiling “, as she refilled our glasses.
“Oh why?”, I cried. “I feel so humiliated”.
“Please don’t feel like that Nikki”. She dropped he right hand onto my leg, just above my knee and continued. “I didn’t stop you because you obviously enjoyed what you were seeing. You were so aroused, and watching you touch yourself like that turned me on too”.
I was dumbfounded. I didn’t know what to say. She was admitting that watching me masturbate made her feel horny!
“You mean you let me carry on because it turned you on to watch me do it?”, I gasped in amazement.
“Oh Nikki”, she said, squeezing my thigh gently. “You are so young, sweet and deliciously innocent and naive. I can read your pretty face like an open book and see your thoughts in your eyes.”
As she said this, she raised her other hand and gently ran her fingers through my hair. I felt her other hand move a little higher along my thigh as she continued talking in a soft voice.
“I have noticed the way you often look at me when you thought I was not aware of it, and I have seen you look at John in just the same way. Can you tell me truthfully that you haven’t often thought of us in a way that is a bit more than just friendly?”
“Was I that obvious?” I replied sheepishly.
She didn’t reply. She just looked into my eyes. The light touch of her hand on my leg seemed to radiate a tingling sensation up along the inside of my thigh. The hand that was stroking my hair moved around to the back of my head as she moved her face closer to mine. I knew what was going to happen.
The tips of our tongues probing and entwining sensuously, like two slippery snakes. I lifted my arm to hold her closer to me, but she pulled away.
“Are you attracted to me Nikki?”, she said, looking into my eyes. “You seemed to like me kissing you”.
“Oh no… I mean yes … I mean …”. I was stammering. “I mean I just think you are so beautiful”, I finished lamely.
“That is a lovely compliment”, she said, “And I want you to know that I have the same thoughts about you. I think that you are the most drop-dead gorgeous girls I have ever met”.
I was astounded. I asked how she could think that a small, skinny thing like me was beautiful.
“Why would I kiss you if I didn’t think you were beautiful?”
She poured another glass of wine and asked me if I had ever been with another girl and I told her about how my girlfriend & I had sort of played around together when we were at school. As I talked, she poured yet another glass.
“Did you like it?”, she asked. I just nodded. I felt like a shy schoolgirl, too nervous to reply.
She stood and took my hands, pulling me off the stool. My legs felt wobbly and my head was a little woozy from the wine.
“Come with me”, she said as she took my hand and led me into her bedroom.
It was a huge room with the largest bed I had ever seen. The wall opposite the bed had wall to wall mirrored sliding doors which opened into a wardrobe. She made me stand in front of the huge mirror. She stood behind me with her hands on my shoulders, looking at our reflection over the back of my head which only reached to just above her breasts.