When we got back to the house, it was still relatively early. We decided to watch a movie. In what was either an amazing coincidence or telling sign, Victoria had rented the movie “Unfaithful.” We sat on the tatami floor around a square coffee table that was about a foot off of the ground. One of its corners was pointed toward the TV. Ali and Fiona sat on the side of coffee table to the left of the TV, and Victoria and I sat on the side to the right. Though it had been warm outside, the air conditioning had been cranked to high while we were gone and it was now chilly in the house, so Victoria got two blankets and we each shared one. She turned off the lights so that the only source of light in the room was the TV. As the movie started, Fiona snuggled up close to Ali under their blanket, putting his arm around her shoulder and laying her head on his chest. To my surprise (and delight), Victoria snuggled in close to me as well. I made sure the blanket was wrapped around us well and then settled in to watch the movie.
I’d actually seen the movie before, so, unlike Victoria, who was pretty engrossed in it, I found my eyes repeatedly wandering over to Ali and Fiona. They kissed occasionally, though I could tell they were genuinely interested in watching the movie. At least once, Fiona’s eyes met mine and I quickly looked away, not wanting her to think I was staring.
When the first sex scene started, I was naturally a little more interested in the movie. I could feel Victoria tense up a bit, probably feeling a little awkward watching something so explicit while snuggled up to a guy she barely knew. When the scene was nearly over, I looked over at Fiona again, curious to see how she reacted. What I saw then startled me. There was movement under their blanket, steady, repeated movement. It was Fiona’s arm. And when I looked at Ali’s face I instantly knew what was happening. She was giving him a handjob under the blanket. He was trying to keep a straight face, but I could tell. Any guy could have read that expression.
I squeezed Victoria’s arm and leaned in to whisper quietly in her ear “check out Ali and Fiona.” I watched Victoria’s face as she looked over and slowly processed what she was seeing. I had no idea how she’d react. By the look on her face, she was clearly surprised too.
What happened next was an even bigger shock. She didn’t say a word, but her right hand, which had been lying loosely on my stomach under the blanket, began to move slowly downward, toward my shorts. Then it started pressing gently against my cock and balls, through the shorts. I had already been a little turned on by the combination of the movie and the realization of what Fiona was doing, but the touch of Victoria’s hand, even through my shorts, sent what felt like an electric shock through my body. And just a few seconds later, I was rock hard. Slowly and skillfully, using just her right hand, she unbuttoned my shorts and unzipped the fly. Then she attempted to pull my shorts and boxers down and I quietly lifted my hips off the ground to help. My cock was free now, though still covered by the blanket, and Victoria began to stroke it steadily with her right hand. She leaned in and whispered in my ear, “this is okay, right?”
I nodded and squeezed her encouragingly with my right arm. After a bit, I looked over again at Fiona. She was now staring right at us. She wasn’t looking at my eyes, though; her gaze was lower. A second later I could she understood what was happening. A mischievous smile flashed across her face and we made eye contact for a moment. Then she whispered something in Ali’s ear, no doubt clueing him in to what was happening on the other side of the coffee table. Another sex scene was starting in the movie, the one where Diane Lane gets fucked in the restaurant bathroom. Victoria and I watched the scene while she continued to stroke my cock. When I looked back over at Fiona, I couldn’t see her. Then I realized that there was a lot more motion under their blanket. I was virtually certain that Fiona was now giving Ali head, which was incredibly arousing to visualize.
Victoria’s right leg was curled up over my legs now and I could tell that her dress was riding up on her hips. With my free left hand, I reach over and ran my hand up her leg, hoping I’d be able to get all the way up to her panties. I was able to get all the way up, but to my surprise and immense satisfaction, I realized there were no panties. She had gone full commando. I whispered “has it been like that all night?” This time she nodded and had a mischievous grin. I gently touched her between her legs, feeling my way toward her clit. She wasn’t shaved, but she was well-trimmed. There was just a thin landing strip. Upon my touch, she closed her eyes and quietly gasped, probably experiencing the same sort of electric shock that I had felt when she first touched my cock.
When she opened her eyes, I motioned with my head toward Ali and Fiona. Victoria looked over and noticed for the first time that Fiona’s head was under the blanket. I immediately regretted having drawn her attention to it because I didn’t want her to think that I was somehow suggesting that she needed to follow Fiona’s lead. But fortunately, I don’t think she interpreted it that way. She was clearly surprised, though, at how things had escalated on that side of the table and it prompted her to increase the pace of her stroking. I did the same and she was now dripping wet and starting to squirm a bit. She started kissing my neck and then I turned toward her and our lips locked. We began kissing. Gently at first and then more insistently. Then she pulled away for a second and looked me in the eyes. She said “I’ve got an idea.”
Then, before I could really process what was happening, she had stretched her right leg all the way over me and maneuvered into a straddling position on my lap. With the blanket still covering us, she reached back, grabbed by cock and expertly guided it inside of her, where it slid right in without much resistance. With her arms resting on my shoulders, she leaned in and began kissing me again. Then she began moving her hips slowly up and down. It felt amazing. I couldn’t believe we were fucking, right here in front of her friends. This had already escalated beyond my wildest fantasies.
As Victoria continued gliding up and down on my cock, I kept an eye on our friends across the table. Fiona’s head was still under the blanket, so she was unaware of the recent developments on our side of table. But Ali had opened his eyes and was staring at us, probably trying to figure out whether — in British parlance — we were shagging or merely snogging. With the blanket covering our lower halves, there was no way he could be certain.
He reached down and touched Fiona on her head through the blanket. A moment later, her head popped out from under the blanket. She was sweaty and her hair was all over the place. She looked up at Ali to see what he wanted. He nodded his head toward us and when she followed his gaze, the look on her face was priceless, a mix of shock and admiration. She made eye contact with me and I could see the question burning in her eyes: are you guys really fucking?
Her next move was an interesting one. She ripped off their blanket and flung it away, exposing Ali and his enormous erection. I’ve never been particularly self-conscious about my penis size, but wow, Ali’s was big enough to make any normal guy feel a little inadequate by comparison. The dude was hung. Fiona’s move had clearly surprised him and he looked momentarily uncomfortable. But as soon as the blanket was gone, Fiona resumed sucking his cock and that seemed to put him back at ease. Her eyes were wide open, though, and I could tell she was still looking in our direction.