Just Watching

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Riley Magnus

Just Watching © 2005 Riley Magnus

Chapter 1

Donna, Donna, Donna. My best friend since grade school. We even fucked once in college. An occasion that obviously embarrassed us both -- in nearly thirty years we have never once mentioned it. It’s not that Donna isn’t my type; trust me, she’s any healthy red-blooded man’s type. Not too tall, great chest, perfect features, nice hips. Really nice hips. She always was exceptionally attractive. But back then, it was just kind of weird, you know. For a long time I thought, ‘oh well, can’t go there’. Truth be told, from what I recall it was like fucking my sister. But as the years went by, I couldn’t help but wonder. Couldn’t I go there? Donna’s a top-notch stock broker working in a spacious corner office two blocks from mine. A powerful woman, really in control of everything, but poor Donna never could manage a successful career and a relationship. So she opted for the career. At least there, she always knew which end was up. Me, I’m the marketing director for a major computer firm. I have a nice office, a nice wife and two nice kids. Matt’s in college, and Sara just gave me a grandson. I suppose we’re both settled, Donna and I, and we’d done pretty well for ourselves. But I think we both always felt like something was missing. It created an unspoken bond that couldn’t be broken, no matter what our lives brought. We still meet every Thursday for lunch, rain or shine. That day we were lounging on a park bench, the remnants of her salad and my burger scattered between us. I looked over at her. Donna, Donna, Donna. Damn, at fifty she was gorgeous. Nobody would ever guess her age, not for love or money. She was leaning her head back, eyes closed, her lovely complexion catching the afternoon sun. I don’t know why, but that day I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was ignoring me, and I couldn’t even think of a subject to talk about. Only her beautiful face warming to the sun’s kiss. And I wondered. Donna was a terrific woman. Why couldn’t men see that?

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Just Watching Of course there was Philip, but I hated that prick. The guy hadn’t done a damn thing to me, but I just couldn’t understand his relationship with Donna, or her attraction to him. He was not at all good looking, scrawny, balding. Real soft spoken. Did she dominate him? Did he like that kind of thing? Hell, what did it matter? At least she was in a relationship, not a common occurrence, I assure you. Between boyfriends Donna tended to become extremely domestic… right in the middle of my own domestic life. She’d come to every family gathering -- birthdays, holidays, cook outs. Sleep on my couch. Hang out with my kids. Shop with my wife. Not that I minded all that. Penny loved her, and there’s nothing more gratifying than a wife who understands your need for female friends. Well, at least one female friend. Penny thinks that Donna is no threat. Penny thinks a lot of things that I don’t understand. Sitting there, watching Donna I wondered what on earth made my wife think that Donna was no threat. “So,” I had a subject that would get Donna’s attention. “How’s your love life?” She sat up and turned to me, eyebrows raised. “Fine.” “And how’s Philip?” I didn’t even try to hide my distaste. “Philip is fine, thank you.” I turned on the bench, propping my knee up on it, opening myself to her. Provocative, inviting body language she apparently didn’t get. She casually turned and did the same. We sat facing each other, heading into a deep conversation that excluded the whole park, even the warm sunshine. Those were the moments that made me feel more like a big brother than a letch. “And the sex?” I wasn’t letting go, I wanted those blue eyes completely focused on me, even if they were pissed. “The sex is okay, Bill.” “Just okay?” She sighed and I watched her nice chest rise and drop. “Sure. It’s okay.” “Tell me something. What the hell is a woman like you doing in a relationship where the sex is just okay?” I gathered the trash and tossed it into a nearby trash can. “Two points.” Donna glanced at the trash can. “Not everyone’s as lucky as you. All you need to do to get some is roll over. For some of us, okay sex is better than no sex.”

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Riley Magnus I thought about that. Was that why I stayed married? My marriage wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t all that good either. Was I just protecting myself from having no sex? Maybe substituting okay sex for the possibility of something more exciting? But Donna was an extremely attractive single woman, and she deserved better. “But jeez, Donna, just okay?” “Well, it’s not always just okay, sometimes it pretty good. But lately Phil . . .” She stopped so abruptly my ears perked like a Collie’s at dinnertime. “Go on.” She shook her head, fluffed her hair and turned away. “Nothing.” I leaned closer. “Go on.” She huffed and faced me. Damn, Donna was beautiful that afternoon, something glowed inside her and I was determined to find out what, even if it had something to do with the prick. “Go on.” I repeated calmly. She rubbed her neck until it was pink. “Lately Phillip has started to get . . . these ideas in his head,” she said quietly. I stiffened. “What kind of ideas?” Was I more afraid of him marrying her or hurting her? “Just stupid ideas . . . about what he wants . . . sexually.” Now my eyebrows were up along with my ears. “My, my. Is our little Phillip developing a backbone?” “Never mind. Let’s talk about something else. I only have a half hour. I have an appointment at one.” She was shifting, taking away the undivided attention I had only a moment earlier. I put on my stern face. “You don’t have an appointment. What’s Phil want?” She looked at me. Her face almost resembled the girl she was once. Before her career, before she became so successful nobody could reach her . . . except me. Her eyes showed sweet concern and I knew in that split second that if Phillip wanted something I didn’t approve of, I’d definitely let her know in no uncertain terms. And I also realized that there was no way I’d ever let her marry him. No way I wanted her to marry anyone. Donna was mine and always would be. At least that’s what I believed. I reached across and ran my finger down her cheek. “Just tell me what he wants? It’s all right. Damn, Donna you have to know by now that you can tell me anything.”

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Just Watching After all, I was the only living being who knew she’d never once climaxed. That tiny piece of confidential information put me up there with God. It also really bothered me. Poor Donna had actually begun to believe that she was frigid. Impossible! She sighed again and turned, crawling up on the bench, curling her feet under like an Indian, her expensive linen slacks wrinkling in the effort. Something was really up, Donna didn’t even straighten the fabric. “Phillip wants me to . . . well,” she huffed then chewed her lip. “With two men.” Whoa. I had to stop my heart from leaping out of my mouth. That was not what I was expecting. And my reaction to it surprised the hell out of me. Donna. Naked. With two men. How the hell would she ever pull that off? But the image was driving me insane. I pulled my knee, tightening it against myself, trying hard to hide my excitement. “And?” I hoped I sounded calm. “And what? I can’t do that.” “Why?” “Well, I just can’t. You know me. I have a hard enough time being with one man-” “You’re afraid of not being in control.” “No.” “Oh, hell yes. That’s why you can’t stay in a relationship, Donna. Every time you realize that you’ll have to relinquish some control to someone else, you bail.” “I do not. Bill, if it doesn’t work for me, it doesn’t work.” “Uh, huh.” My mind was spinning. I had to convince her to do it, if only for my own graphic imagination. Knowing Donna, I might even be lucky enough to get a blowby-blow account of the whole thing. “You want to know what I think?” “Not really.” But she hadn’t turned away, her crotch was still open to me and I swear I caught the sweet smell of her desire on the breeze. “You know I’m going to tell you anyway.” She shook her head, a wry smile curving her lips. “Well, I really think you should do it. I think it would be good for you.”

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Riley Magnus What the hell was I doing? I didn’t want her sleeping with Phillip. How was I going to deal with her doing it with two guys? But now that I’d envisioned it, how was I ever going to get it out of my head? I nodded. “I really think it would be good for you to relinquish some of your power. Give up being in control all the time. It might even be fun for you.” Damn. She was actually considering it, I could see it in those crystal blue eyes. “No,” she shook her head, lowering it so that a soft curtain of blond hair covered her reddening face. “I can’t do that. I’m too old for this shit.” “Too old for what? Having a good time?” “What if it goes bad? What if . . .” “It won’t. Phillip wouldn’t let it.” How the hell did I know that? What if it did get ugly? “He wouldn’t let things get out of hand, would he?” “No, no, of course not. Well, I don’t think so. I’m just, you know. Phillip loves me. He really thinks it could spark things up a bit. I don’t even know who he has in mind to join us. Damn, Bill, it would be a perfect stranger. This is ridiculous. It’s out of the question.” “Wait a minute. What scares you more? Not being in control? The fact that you wouldn’t know this other guy? Or that it could get out of hand?” I needed to pin her down. How else could I solve the problem so that she’d take the chance? “Um...” “Which is it?” I was starting to sweat and it had nothing to do with the hot summer day. She looked at her watch. “What concerns you the most?” “Why do you want me to do this so badly?” Now she was sitting up, her legs together, knees tight, eyes really pissed off. “I told you why. You really need to loosen up. Your whole life is about restraint. This is the perfect opportunity to let loose, baby. Take a chance. Just what concerns you most about it.” She shrugged and thought, chewing on her lip. “The stranger. That’s probably it.” I looked around the park, seeing nothing but Donna nude, two men all over her. Their hands everywhere, and her completely yielding to their every demand. Suddenly a

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Just Watching light went off inside my mind. “Hey,” I said. “What if you tried it with someone just watching? Would that be more comfortable for you?” “Oh, yeah. I really want a stranger . . . watching me.” “What if it wasn’t a stranger?” “Are you suggesting I invite one of my partners to drop in and watch me fuck?” “No, I’m suggesting . . .” What the hell was I doing? But I was doing it. “I’m suggesting me.” “You!” “Well, I have seen you naked.” She laughed and the sound released most of the tension in my chest, none of the tension in my groin. “That was a thousand years ago.” “Twenty-eight years, four months and fifteen days, to be exact.” Her smile was radiant. “Why would you want to do that?” “For you. To help you to be more comfortable.” “Uh, huh. And how would Penny feel about that?” “I don’t care.” Silence fell like a brick wall between us. I couldn’t believe I’d said it, and I could tell she couldn’t believe I meant it. I did. Several long painful moments later, Donna checked her watch and picked up her purse. She stood and smoothed her slacks. I couldn’t stand without attracting attention. She looked down at me. “I have to go.” “Donna.” She focused a blue gaze on me that could have melted ice. “Just think about it.” I said quietly and she walked away. **** It was only eight o’clock the very next morning. I’d just put my coffee down and turned on my computer when the phone rang. “Hey.” It was Donna. I swallowed hard, actually feeling guilty that I’d had unbelievable sex with Penny just two hours earlier. Sex that was laced with images of Donna completely subdued under the masterful hands of not one but two men.

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Riley Magnus “Hey, yourself. What’s up?” I hoped I sounded cool. Silence. “You have a heavy day?” It was the standard question, one that always opened easy comfortable conversation. She’d talk about her partners, I’d expound on my incompetent staff. It always went the same, ended with a good laugh and started my day off pleasantly. But that morning, silence. “Donna?” I could hear her breathing. “You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” More silence. “All right, call me when you want to talk, I have – ” “Yes. Damn you. I’m thinking about it. Am I crazy?” “No.” “Why the hell would I want to do this?” “Just because you do. It’s not a big deal.” The hell it wasn’t. I was rubbing my cock and praying no one would walk in to my office. “Did you talk to Phillip?” “Yes.” “And?” “He’s all right with it. With you. Being there, I mean.” “When?” My stomach was in knots, my hands shook so hard I spilled coffee on the keyboard. “Tonight. Is tonight okay?” “Sure, I think so. I’ll call you after my staff meeting.” Hell, I already knew I would cancel the staff meeting, sit alone in my office, the door closed tight, with my hand deep in my pants all day. “I’ll talk to you later.” Her voice was small. “I’ll be here.” I hung up and stared at the receiver for a long time. It was set. Penny knew I’d be late, hell she even knew I’d be with Donna. How perverse was that? At six o’clock I got my car and parked in front of Donna’s office building, waiting there for twenty minutes. I even got a parking ticket, but I wasn’t moving an inch. She walked out of the revolving doors, floating like an elegant fashion

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Just Watching model. Her black suit perfect, tight skirt smooth, her hair impeccable. I open the door and she climbed in. I’d never noticed how beautiful her legs were. My focus had always been her hips. I walked around the car thinking about her hips. From the front, from the back. Those perfects hips that were made for my hands. I slid behind the wheel. “Ready?” She nodded without turning to me. I reached over and took the briefcase from between her legs, brushing my hand over her knee. “You’re not going to need this.” I got out and tossed it deep into the trunk. Now my mind was on her knee. What a great knee. My hands were made for her knee. It wasn’t until I parked in Phillip’s driveway that I began to wonder how this thing would go. I shrugged it off. Phillip didn’t have a problem with me. I’d just have to get over my problem with him. I walked around the car and reached to help her out. She stood stone still, breathing deeply, and I could tell she was pretty nervous. I gripped her arm above the elbow and pulled slightly, figuring it was about time to get into the spirit of things. She shot me a furious look, but I didn’t respond, just pulled a little harder. She finally relinquished and walked beside me, probably thinking of a few choice words I hadn’t heard yet. I didn’t care. She was doing this. I was doing this. Phillip opened the door. Obviously he was doing this too. My heart thumped. He invited me in. I pulled Donna right along. “You, stand there,” Phillip said rather harshly, eyeing Donna with careful scrutiny. He turned to me with a congenial smile. “Bill, nice to see you. How about a drink?” I cleared my throat, carefully avoiding Donna’s eyes. “Sure. Whisky and water.” He walked to a bar in the far corner of the living room. “Make yourself at home. Ice?” “Uh, no thanks.” I took off my jacket, loosened my tie, then decided to just take the thing off. I sat comfortably on the sofa and looked around. The room was dull, just like Phillip. All tan furniture, white walls, ugly beige carpet, an occasional picture. The most exciting thing there was Donna, standing alone in the center of the room glowing like a valuable treasure. I looked behind me at a simple dining room, and beyond that at a very clean kitchen. He handed me the drink then sat in a chair across the room. She stood between us, staring off into space. I wondered what she was thinking.

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Riley Magnus “Bill.” Phillip removed his own tie and laid it carefully across his lap. “Do you have any questions?” I blinked. “Hell, man . . . I’m just here to watch.” I sipped really good whiskey and ran a hand through my hair. “Well, I may ask your opinion. I may even ask for your assistance, but if it makes you uncomfortable . . .” “Let’s just see how it goes.” I really didn’t like that prick. “Good. That’s good.” Phillip unbuttoned his starched white shirt then reached out to me. “May I have your tie?” Going for casual, I simply shrugged and tossed it across to him. Donna’s eyes caught mine and I looked away, intending to let this thing play out without her input, verbal or otherwise. Phillip stood and removed his shirt. “Undress,” he told Donna without preamble. I watched intensely as she slid out of her jacket, dropping it where she stood. She reached back and un-clipped her black bra. “You will never wear that bra again. Do you hear me?” He walked up to her. “From now on you’ll wear bras that can be undone from the front. Do you understand?” Donna looked at me and I gave no response. “Do you understand?” He shouted. “Yes,” she spoke softly. “I understand.” She took a deep breath and let the lace bra drop to the floor. Donna stood topless and absolutely beautiful, her face flushed, her eyes lowered. Her breasts were striking, fuller than I remembered and far more substantial than I’d imagined. I involuntarily licked my lips. She unzipped her skirt, and it too slid to the carpet. She stepped out of it, then placed her hands at the elastic around her pretty black panties and froze. Phillip was watching her every move just like me. He walked around her, stopping behind, then leaned close and spoke. “What are you waiting for?” “I’m sorry.” Her fingers were shaking. Finally she took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and with eyes closed slid the delicate fabric down, down, over her perfect hips, past her knees to her ankles. She began to step out of her high-heel black shoes. “You keep those on,” Phillip demanded.

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Just Watching I reached down and shifted my stiffening cock, hoping for more comfort. Of course, nothing about the event unfolding before me could be less physically comfortable. I sipped whisky and watched Phillip walk around and around Donna. He removed his clothes, then gathered the discarded garments and placed them on the dining room table. His movements were smooth, calculated, giving me the impression that it wasn’t the first time he’d done this. Donna was the complete opposite. Her breathing was heavy and erratic. There were tears in her eyes, but she didn’t do what I’d expected. She didn’t stomp to her clothes, dress and shout at us. She stood still, fighting her every urge. “Phillip,” I said. He looked at me and waited. Did I really want to say it? Hell yes. “I believe Donna is still in control, man.” He eyed her. “I think you may be right.” He took my tie and slowly wrapped it around and around her face, blindfolding her, knotting it tightly. Then he took my glass and refreshed the drink. I set the heavy crystal tumbler down, walking over to the dining room to do so. I didn’t want to be drunk. I walked around and around Donna, wanting to get my good look at her too. It was a mesmerizing vision. It was Donna at his mercy. At mine. I stood apart and watched as Phillip touched her body, sliding his hands up and down her back, over her ass, around her waist. She shuddered and gasped, her head swiveling with his every move, to the sound of his breath, of my heart. He moved in front of her and took her breasts in hand, massaging them, drawing a moan from Donna, then a groan as he clamped fingers tight on one nipple, sucked relentlessly on the other. I stepped back, searching for the best view. She slowly melted to his touch, then tenderly placed her hands on his shoulders. Phillip pulled away quickly. He stomped to the chair, grabbed his tie. In one swift motion he twisted the silk, binding her wrists firmly in front. “Down on the floor.” he demanded. It was awkward for her, but she carefully lowered herself on one knee, then the other. I could see perspiration glowing on her body, the redness around her nipples. Finally she was flat on the floor between us. She was trembling, her bound wrists clasped over heaving breasts. He roughly pulled her hands up over her head and returned his undivided attention to those swelling nipples. Her hands again came down, this time in a

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Riley Magnus desperate effort to protect herself. Her hips rolled and she pushed with her feet trying to escape his grip. “Bill?” he grunted. I dropped to my knees and took her silk bound wrists in hand, pulling them down and away from him. I pressed, not too hard, just enough to pin her in place. He swung a leg over her, forcing her hips to the carpet under his weight, and sucked. He sucked hard, making slurping sounds. Then just as Donna began to relax under our hands, he shifted abruptly, pulling away. I followed his lead, releasing her hands, and she gasped, moaned, and rocked her head in despair. Phillip nodded at me and I resumed my grasp on her wrists as he pulled her knees up so far they crushed those gorgeous tits. His fingers pressed hard into her skin and she cried out, at first in pain, and then with a sound I never imagined I’d hear come from Donna when he plunged his face into her pussy. I didn’t know where to watch. I was fascinated with Donna’s response, but equally impressed with Phillip’s prowess. The man was a master, playing her like a symphony. Pulling her close, tossing her away at the exact moment she found comfort. His tongue moved with great precision and Donna trembled, called out for more. He took her hip in one hand and with a force I didn’t expect, simply tossed her over. Then he pressed his hands on her ass, molding the globes smoothly, probing his fingers deep, drawing cries and finally sobs from her. I held her hands down and followed unspoken instructions, repeatedly releasing my grip, then taking it again. He gripped her hips and pulled her up onto her knees. Donna was crying, her tears staining my tie. Her face was pressed to the carpet and there was a drop of blood on her lip. Phillip thrust his hand into her pussy, moving it fast and with power. “Please!” Donna cried. “Please!” “Please what?” Phillip asked, pulling his hand out and sucking on his wet fingers. Donna sobbed, wrenching my heart, and I almost demanded a stop to the whole thing. The bastard was obviously hurting her. “Please, Phillip. Now!” Or not. I looked at Phil and he smiled, then nodded for me to once again release her. I stood and stepped back. “Get up,” he ordered, and she groaned clumsily to her feet, standing on high heels with a wobble, pressing her bound wrists over wet cheeks. He

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Just Watching took her arm and pushed her onto the sofa. She shuffled into it, her hips sinking deep between two cushions, her head propped on the armrest. With one hand he tugged her foot until she was sufficiently flat. He leaned over lifted one leg high, setting it firmly over the back of the sofa. Then, once again, his fingers found her hot pussy. Donna shuffled and strained under his hands. I moved behind the sofa and, holding her wrists back, pressed hard on the leg near me, keeping her open to Phillip. His knee held her other leg away and he began what I expected to be his final symphonic movement. But again, just as she began her climb to complete orgasm, he stopped. This time I could clearly see that Phillip too had lost his control. He plunged his cock deep inside Donna ruthlessly, then pounded her while I held her down. It wasn’t as though I was beginning to feel guilty or anything, but I suddenly didn’t feel like playing anymore. After all, the whole thing wasn’t about helping Phillip get his, it was about helping Donna to get hers. Blessedly, it didn’t take long. Phillip yelled as he blasted inside her then crumpled, all his weight on top of a bound and blindfolded Donna. I drew in a deep breath and prepared to free her, but Phil caught my eye and winked. I pressed even harder and Donna grunted in discomfort. I was thinking, ‘This is it, baby. What you want. What you need.’ Phillip crawled off of her slowly and knelt at her side. He slipped his fingers through the wetness in her pussy. I watched carefully. The prick obviously knew what he was doing. Two stiff fingers slid deep in the gutters along her clit. They moved smoothly, richly and with perfect rhythm. I saw them tighten, squeezing the hot point, sliding a little faster, then a little faster yet, his other hand deep inside, slipping, sliding, stretching her well beyond her limits. I was torn between watching Donna’s heaving breasts and his hypnotic movements. Her head rolled, she groaned louder and louder, then suddenly arched and called out . . . of all things. . my name. I looked at Phillip but either he hadn’t noticed or didn’t care. He was relentless, not giving way or permitting her to drift down to earth. She shook violently and cried. But he continued until finally, gratefully Donna dropped from her elevated arch onto the sofa with a bouncing thump. She tightened into a ball and rolled on her side, shaking. All was silent but their breathing, and of course, the sound of my crazed heart.

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Riley Magnus I stood and went to the bathroom where I grabbed hold of my painful cock and whacked off. When I returned Phillip was dressed, sitting calmly in a chair and sipping whisky. I went to the dining room and retrieved my own drink, then stood over a sobbing Donna, naked and tied up on the sofa. I sat at her feet, gulped blended Canadian, and watched her slowly, slowly regain her composure. Finally she sat up. I didn’t wait for instructions, I untied her wrists and uncovered her eyes, carefully setting the two ties over the armrest. Funny, I hadn’t noticed. They were exactly alike. Donna dressed silently while Phillip and I carried on a conversation. Damn if I remember about what. When she was ready I stood, shook his hand and led her out of his house.

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Just Watching

Chapter 2

Thursday again. Donna and I were sitting in a restaurant pushing food around our plates. Her face was flushed and it was a remarkable sight. She radiated. We’d had several conversations over the week, none even remotely about that night with Phillip. I’d already come to grips with the fact that it would probably never happen again, but damn, I was grateful it had. Grateful for Donna. Grateful for me. “So, Penny’s planning a dinner party for the fifth. You available?” I said casually, thinking that maybe I could eat a few bites of my lunch. I stabbed at a broccoli spear, then set down the fork. I wasn’t hungry. Not for food. “The fifth? I don’t know.” She pushed her plate aside, then looked into my eyes. Donna, Donna, Donna. Damn, she was beautiful. So beautiful it took my breath away. “Bill,” she said softly. “Phillip asked me to . . .” “He asked you?” My heart was starting to thump. She lowered her eyes and pushed hair behind her ears. “Phillip told me to invite you to join us tomorrow.” How quickly could I answer without sounding completely desperate? I leaned back in my chair, looked around the restaurant and sighed. That should be enough time. “I accept.” I watched her face. It was quiet, not responding in any way, and I began to wonder what all this was doing to her. Was it destroying the powerful woman I knew? Was that a bad thing? “But ...” Her eyes shot up. “I’m not just watching this time.” She swallowed hard, then once again lowered her eyes. The redness in her face was growing brighter. “Is that all right with you?” “Yes.” Again she pushed hair from her face and spoke softly. “Yes, please.” I liked that. A lot.

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Riley Magnus This time Phillip wanted to meet at a hotel. “Common ground,” he said as we walked in. Again he shook my hand but this time I refused a drink. “How do we do this?” I asked, watching Donna stand alone in the center of the room. Phillip took me aside and leaned his head close. “Bill, we can do this a number of ways. We can just improvise, go with the flow. We can make a plan. Or we can simply take turns. I defer to your decision, my friend. It’s your turn.” Phillip stepped back and waited patiently. I took another look at Donna. Seeing her so willing, so humble, was exciting the hell out of me. All I wanted to do at that moment was throw the prick out and fuck her, but I knew that wouldn’t suffice. Not after what I knew could become of the evening. It wasn’t what Donna wanted. Not what I needed and definitely not what Phillip had in mind. So I made a plan. “Follow my lead.” I said without taking my eyes off her. I sat on the bed and Phillip perched on the desk chair. We watched her until she was so uncomfortable I thought she would scream. Then I said, slowly and with careful enunciation “Dance, Donna. Dance for us.” She looked at me and her eyebrow rose. I stood and paced right at her. “I said, dance.” “I, ah – ” “What? You think you have a choice here? You don’t.” I walked around her, so close my shoulder was brushing against her body. “No, no.” She swallowed hard. “I understand.” “And?” “Yes, I will . . . dance.” She looked at the floor and cleared her throat. “I’ll dance. I’ll do whatever you want me to do.” I went back to the bed and adjusted my hard cock, unzipping my slacks and taking it out right in front of her. She slowly began to move. Phillip turned on the clock radio and sat beside me. We watched Donna sway gently to the sound of a jazz guitar floating in the air. She turned slowly, hips rolling, arms moving. But when she turned to us, her eyes were bright, smiling.

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Just Watching No. That would not do. Phillip obviously agreed, quickly gaining a grip on her from behind, pulling her elbows back, causing the pearl buttons of her satin blouse to strain. A small grunt escaped her and I simply reached over and pulled hard at the blouse. Buttons popped and flew. In one easy movement I un-clipped the front of her bra, revealing large tempting breasts. Phil pulled her tighter, until her back arched, those amazing tits inviting me to a feast I’d been waiting years to partake. And I indulged. Planting my mouth on the soft skin, gripping hard nipples with fingers and teeth. Nipping, sucking, playing in the secret garden that was Donna’s chest. Then, against everything I wanted, I pulled away, sucking hard, allowing a nipple to snap from my tight lips. Phil released her abruptly and went to the desk, opening a duffle bag. I followed, curious to see what the master had brought. Inside were several interesting articles. A soft rubber hose, several twisted satin ropes of various colors and firmness, a tube of lubricant, long strips of thick black fabric, one battery operated dildo and, of all things, a shower massage. I raised my eyebrows. He certainly came prepared. I nodded elegantly at his choice. He smiled and carried satin ropes to Donna. I dragged the desk chair and forced her to sit, then reached under her skirt, hiking it to her waist, and dragged her panties off. Phil tied her ankles to the legs of the wooden chair and I stood back to admire our work. “Now,” I said, staring into her angry eyes until they lowered in complete submission. “Masturbate.” She gasped and again looked at me, then turned to Phillip who simply pressed down on her shoulders. She looked back at me and I leaned close, my nose nearly touching hers. “Do it,” I said. “I… Bill, please… I can’t…” “But you will.” I planted a hard kiss on her, pushing her mouth open, thrusting my tongue deep, making my mouth burn with desire. I stood and glared down at her. “You will masturbate. You will do whatever is asked of you. You will today, and tomorrow and the day after that. This is the rest of your life. ” She blinked back tears. I took her hand and plunged it into her open pussy. “Do it.”

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Riley Magnus Slowly she nodded agreement. I stood back and watched her fingers cautiously move, delicately brushing against her swollen wet clit for a while. I wanted more, faster, but decided to give Donna time to discover herself. To learn where her true strength and power was centered. She began reluctantly, but as her breath became heavier, I could see we were making progress. I noticed Phillip’s heavy breathing as well. ‘Oh yes, my friend,’ I thought. ‘We’ll make a woman of this lost soul yet, won’t we?’ Donna began to pant, she was now working both hands, knees spread as wide as her hips and the ropes would permit. I knelt. She gazed into my eyes. “Blindfold her,” I barked to Phil, and he was on it, quickly wrapping black fabric around her face, obliterating her sense of sight. Her hands never missed a beat, pulling and pushing inside her pussy until Phillip had to hold the chair in place to prevent her from slamming onto the floor. She suddenly cried out. It was good, but could have been better. She’ll learn, I decided. Phillip retrieved the shower massage from the bag and went to the bathroom. I sat on the bed and watched Donna struggle with her sightless discomfort. I was completely silent. Believing she was alone, Donna once again smoothed her hands into her crotch, dragging wetness up her belly and onto her nipples. I liked that she did that. That she enjoyed thinking she was alone in a private moment, that no one knew what she was doing. She put her fingers to her mouth and tasted. I rubbed my suffering hard cock and hoped Phillip would hurry with whatever he was planning. Finally he leaned out of the bathroom door and jerked his chin. I untied Donna’s ankles and helped her stand. Without instruction, she slipped out of her crumpled skirt, pulled off her damaged blouse and bra. I led her to the bathroom where Phillip helped her step into the tub and then trussed her hands to the shower rod with a soft white rubber hose, knotting it tightly. This I wanted to see. The shower massage hung limp from its connection. Phil turned the faucet and Donna jumped with surprise. He reached down and pushed her legs so far apart that she was nearly hanging from the hose that bound her securely. The water pulsed, splashing against the side of the tub as Phillip adjusted the temperature. He was already naked so I did the same, tossing my clothes out of the

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Just Watching bathroom, never taking my eyes from the perfect sight of Donna, confined and compliant, soft against cold hard porcelain. Then he took the pulsing shower head and aimed at her feet. Donna gasped. From the lack of steam I assumed the water was fairly cold. Her rock hard nipples confirmed. Phil directed the stream, slowly crawling it up her body. Donna jerked and struggled, pulling at her rubber bond, trying hard to avoid the icy spray. I watched mesmerized as the powerful water pressure pressed dents into her skin, raising pink blotches and goose bumps. Phil pointed the forceful aim at her nipples and she cried out. It pounded her chest, splashing up into her face as she struggled for breath. Gratefully, before I could reprimand him, Phil adjusted the water temperature again, but intensified the pressure and carefully reset the pulse. He reached into her crotch and pulled her wide, then pointed the shower massage close, moving it back and forth until she stiffened. He’d found his mark. I shouldered my way close, gripped her knees to clear his target. I reached one hand up and cupped a frozen breast, kneading it and pulling at it until I’d attained a rhythm that matched the throbbing warm water shooting bullets at her clit. Donna cried out heroically, then with violent spasms resigned to the inevitable. Now, that was the kind of orgasm she should be having -- I was extremely pleased. Before Phillip could turn off the faucet, I hastily untied the hose freeing her hands, taking her out of the tub and leading her back to the bedroom. I didn’t want to lose her momentum. He followed close behind. I lowered her to the floor; she was wet and shivering, cold from the water, hotter than hell from the climax. I rolled her on her belly then lifted her up onto her hands and knees. Phillip positioned himself at her ass, then awaited my signal. Donna’s hands found my knees, slid with a chilly touch to my balls, then cupped me, drawing a deep breath that made my chest ache. I knew I was no longer in control of Donna. Donna, Donna, Donna. She was definitely in control of me at that moment, and it was all right. It seemed correct. She opened her mouth and slowly licked my balls. I shifted closer, permitting her all of me, and she took it. As she devoured my cock, surrounding it with incredible red-hot sensation, I noticed Phillip move closer behind her. He was careful not to distract from my intense pleasure as he took his own, pressing smoothly into Donna. I reached beneath her and cradled her tits as she sucked and tantalized me into a near coma.

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Riley Magnus We all rocked. Back and forth, moving in and out, up and down. It became a competition, a test of our will, each of us striving for perfection, holding off, sweating and panting until Phillip gave in first and shuddered, pressing hard against her ass. I gave myself to Donna, licensing her, freeing her to take complete command over my release. Phillip slid away and plunged his hand inside Donna’s pussy. I knew he’d bring her to the summit, but I had no idea how long it would take, if I were up to the task of restraining myself until that singular spectacular moment. I pulled out of Donna’s searing mouth, shaking with expectation. I locked my gaze on Phil’s eyes and waited until he gave me that wink, the one that told me he that he knew she was close. Very, very close. Her mouth searched for me like a starving infant’s. I moved nearer and let her suck me in. I pushed hard, delving deep into her throat repeatedly, then finally, miraculously, erupted at the exact instant she hit her peak. Her jaw muscles relaxed then tightened to the same pulse her pussy clamped on Phil’s fingers. I pushed my fingers between her teeth in a valiant effort to protect against sure injury. Then, as suddenly as she’d climaxed, she collapsed to the floor. We panted, Phillip, Donna and I. Phil dragged the bedspread down and protectively covered Donna, tucking her beneath it with loving hands. I watched her beautiful face as it lay tenderly on my thigh, then I gently removed the blindfold. Her eyes fluttered open and she crawled closer, cuddling an arm around my leg. Phil lay down, resting his head on her hip. I knew at that exact moment I could never go back to just watching.

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Just Watching

Chapter 3

I left Penny two weeks later. Things hadn’t been good at home and we knew it ... you could call it a mutual decision. I think we were both ready for that marriage to end. For two years now we’ve lived together, Phillip, Donna and I. We comfortably reside in his simple two bedroom house with the boring furniture. We do pretty much what everyone else does on a day-to-day basis. We cook, we clean, we argue, we even laugh. Imagine that. Me and the prick having a laugh over a couple of beers. Surprising what life brings. It’s all rather normal . . . and really not. Every day at exactly six o’clock Donna comes home, turns off her cell phone and waits, standing silently in the center of the living room. She does as she’s told. Every time. The only freedom Donna has is the freedom to choose who she’ll sleep with each night. I’d like to say that she chooses to mold herself against me every night, but that’s not so. Donna is a smart woman and selects between us pretty evenly. What happens when she lays with me under soft sheets is simple and familiar and I wouldn’t wish for that to ever end. But what happens when the three of us are together, ropes and hoses in hand, is simply extraordinary. “I like it,” she whispered late one night, cradled safely in my arms. “I really, really like it.” And I liked that she said that.

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Riley Magnus

Riley Magnus is so left brained, that she often finds herself tilted into a creative reality others find both entertaining and enjoyable. An artist, graphic designer, creative event strategist and culinary chef, Riley has always preferred language and stories as her medium of choice. Having written television and radio commercials has also helped develop a strong economy of words needed to impact a reader and brighten the lights in their own brains. She had begun writing erotica as a dare from a friend, and found it not only fun, but challenging as well. She has written fan fic erotica for the Internet, is currently polishing the first of a three novel series in addition to developing several writing projects dying to get out of her left ear. Riley has lived her life in and around Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania but has traveled America extensively. Her philosophy about good erotica? Simple. If it doesn’t singe-your-hair, sizzle and have a believable plot, it isn’t worth writing.

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