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From that night on we shared a new secret life, one that we kept from both Peter and Jeff. I couldn't tell Jeff because he and Peter were becoming buddies; Jeff might let something slip, and I didn't want to get Carmen into trouble with her husband.
Things went on like this for a month or so. Carmen would come over to my place in the evening when Jeff wasn't there, and we'd submerge ourselves in this perverted world of swinging, cheating, sex, and contact with people who were actually doing it.
Then, about two weeks ago, after a particularly steamy evening of Internet surfing and chat, it happened.
Carmen logged off and turned to me, putting her hands on my knees and looking searchingly into my eyes. I almost jumped out of my chair. I'd just changed into my running gear, and was wearing a tank top and running shorts. And having her hands on my bare knees and the look in her eyes really made me feel funny.
I'd been turned on all night because Carmen had been having some particularly imaginative cybersex with "Prince", one of her favorites; so my nerves were already on end. I needed to run in order to wear off some of the sexual tension that had built up in me.
Gently massaging my thigh, Carmen said: "You know, I'd love to see you and Jeff make love to each other."
You could have heard a pin drop in the room as I sat there, looking back into her smiling eyes. I was instantly aroused. Up to that point, my sexual excitement had been unfocused; I had been a spectator only. Now, with this experienced older woman rubbing my leg and staring into my eyes, I knew something exciting was about to happen.
I found it difficult to breathe, and all I was able to say was: "Jeff wouldn't go for that; and what about Peter?"
"They don't have to know anything about it. I'm thinking about shared voyeurism. You can watch Peter and me as much as you want. You can even invite Jeff to watch if you think he'd like it."
I was still a little stunned. "I--I don't know, Carmen; that's a little over the top, don't you think?
She looked at me seriously, "Kristen, I'd never do anything to jeopardize our friendship, honest. It's just that I've been fantasizing about you and Jeff for months now. After being with you so many evenings, cruising the swingers' pages and, well, listening to you guys through the wall, I just thought maybe we knew each other well enough for me to suggest something I know would be fun, that's all."
The more I thought about it, the more the idea appealed to me. If we could arrange it in such a way as not to be caught, it would be a maximum rush. I wasn't at all bashful about having sex with Jeff, and the thought of this attractive woman watching me enjoy him turned me on like a current of electricity. Besides, she'd just be watching.
I smiled and said: "So, how could we watch each other without the guys catching us?"
"Simple, sweetheart, a peephole," she said.
I was confused now. "Huh? I thought we'd have to hide in the wardrobe or something."
"We'll have a strategically-placed peephole in our joint bedroom wall; that way neither of us will know when we're being watched. It'll pep up the sex with our men every time, believe me."
She smiled radiantly. I was so horny by this time that I agreed with Carmen just so that she'd go home; I needed to relieve my sexual tension, and wasn't ready for anyone to watch me do it.
She understood and smiled, taking my hand and pulling me gently over to my bed. I guessed what she had in mind, but didn't know how to react. I wanted Carmen to leave, but I was also excited by the unknown. What would she do? I felt my heart pounding almost painfully in my throat.
I sat down on the bed and Carmen knelt down in front of me.
Almost whispering, she said: "You're going to like this; trust me, Kristen."
I looked down at my lap and saw a small wet spot on the front of my shorts. My body felt unbelievably hot; nothing like this had ever happened to me before! I felt like I might faint.
She pulled open the snap on the waistband of my clinging shorts, and I watched numbly while the zipper was pulled down. She began to tug at the waistband, trying to remove my shorts.
I suddenly remembered that I wasn't wearing underwear, and flushed with embarrassment at the thought of Carmen's likely reaction. Then the foolishness of that thought hit me full force. I was being stripped by another woman, and worrying that she might find me improperly dressed! I giggled a little hysterically at the absurdity of the idea.
In no time at all Carmen, with a little help from me, had removed my shorts, leaving me naked from the waist down and still giggling (though sobbing might be the more appropriate word). I was so nervous I didn't know whether I was coming or going.
Carmen pushed me backwards onto the bed, and directed my right hand between my legs, whispering in my ear: "Honey, I want to see you come! Bring yourself off for Carmen. Come for me, baby!"
She put her hand over mine and began rubbing slowly up and down my slit. I was embarrassed at first, but amazing feelings were rushing through my body. I soon forgot all about modesty and began masturbating, right in front of Carmen - and it felt good!
She lay down beside me with her face only inches away, whispering soft encouragements. I kept up a good rhythm, rubbing my palm back and forth over my swollen clit, and soon felt a gigantic orgasm begin to rise.
Carmen moaned, and I felt the vibration of it from her chin that was now pressing against my hipbone. I began to thrust my fingers into myself as deep as I could force them. I was on fire.
"GOD! OH Goooooooodd!!" The air rushed out of my lungs as my orgasm exploded, leaving me shivering and shaking in ecstasy. I imagined myself as Carmen, watching me come a few inches from her face. My body was writhing around as a result of my own handiwork, and now her hands had joined in too.
As I came in long, sobbing shivers, I felt both of Carmen's hands roaming over and between my parted thighs, and her lips kissing me high on my inner thighs. The electric sensations lasted longer than in any previous orgasm I'd ever had before in my life.
Eventually my spasms quieted down, and I was about to relax when Carmen moved in between my legs, forcing them apart. My body jerked with the shock of tongue running over and around my sensitive throbbing clit. I couldn't take it. It was all too intense for me, and I started to scream: "NO, Carmen! NO! STOP! PLEASE STOP! YOU'RE KILLING ME... GOD, YES!"
I had completely lost control of my reactions. That had never happened to me before; even in my most powerful orgasms with a guy I'd maintained some element of control. This time, though, Carmen had played me like a musical instrument, and my body was so sexually overloaded that I came close to blacking out.
Eventually, either she thought I'd had enough or was afraid that the noise I was making would bring someone in to investigate, and she took her mouth out of my crotch.
I can still remember how it felt. My cheeks were wet with tears, and I couldn't stop sobbing.
Carmen lay down beside me and hugged me. "See how good it can be when someone's watching," she said. She was smiling that brilliant smile of hers, and slowly my sobs turned back into giggles as we cuddled on the bed.
I don't remember Carmen leaving that night. I fell asleep and didn't wake until eight o'clock the next morning, when I found myself still naked in bed, with the covers pulled up to my chin. I'd never felt better in my life.