Unspoken Pleasure

The immediacy of the experience didn't come from just watching Tara having sex. It was how Brian was fucking her. Animal. Raw. The pretty redhead was getting used, like her body's only purpose was for taking dick. And she was clearly loving it. Lost in what looked like one long, rolling orgasm. Body shaking. Head lolled back. Green eyes wide and bright -- like her brain couldn't encompass what she was experiencing.

If Tara noticed the open door -- the people standing on the other side of it -- she didn't show it. She was locked in the universe of cock and cunt, captivated by her lover beyond conscious thought. I could have fired off an air horn and I doubt Tara would have even blinked.

Back in the hallway, I felt a hand on my shoulder. Vanessa was standing next to me, smiling proudly, like this was some strange art installation she had conceived and now completed. Suddenly, the circumstances of what I was watching, of where I was, collapsed over me and I raced from aroused to horrified.

This was Tara. My wife's adorable baby sister. The married woman who had unintentionally started all of this because she didn't want to experiment beyond her husband, was now laid lewdly in front of us, getting fucked like a slut by a stranger. My urge to interrupt became overpowering. Vanessa must have sensed it, because she gripped my shoulder tighter. Dug her nails through my sweater and into my skin. The beautiful blonde's eyes went cold as she shook her head, 'no.' How did I keep ending up in these situations?

"That's my sister-in-law," I whispered harshly. "She's married, for God's sake."

"And this is her choice," Vanessa said. She tilted her head at me, like realizing something, herself. "But you have a choice, too."

At first, I didn't understand what she meant. Then, slowly, Vanessa dragged her hand down my chest, over my waist, and right to my crotch. I was achingly, embarrassingly hard. Of course. Vanessa gave a little giggle when she got to it.

"Tara just needed a little help to get going," Vanessa said, slowly caressing my cock through my khakis. "Now, let's see about helping you out, too."

The gorgeous woman undid my belt. I thought back to earlier in the evening when I'd been in almost the same position. Only that time I'd been standing by a door with Tara, watching Kate.

This was beyond deja vu. More like accidentally catching the same movie twice. Once again, I was seeing someone I cared about acting out of character with a strange man, while a beautiful woman I'd previously labeled as unattainable was very much attaining my dick.

"Oooo," Vanessa said, as she mapped the outline of my erection with her fingertips, "This is very nice."

I risked a look back at the bedroom. Brian and Tara continued to go at it, full speed. Like sex could be an infinite loop. There was none of the usual building crescendo, the standard rise and fall. Brian simply rutted into Tara, a perpetual plowing machine, as if nothing would ever stop him -- not even the laws of physics or the limits of biology.

As I was lulled to the soundtrack of my sister-in-law getting slammed, Vanessa unzipped my pants and began rubbing my bare dick. She gave me a pretty smile, turning on the full wattage. It was amazing, seeing this striking woman stroking my cock. And the look on her face told me I could have much more from her, if I desired.

But I couldn't tear my attention away from what was happening in front of me. Tara's pretty face screwed up with pleasure. The smatterings of freckles and sweat across her torso. Something about seeing my wife's little sister this way -- I felt a sickly mix of aroused and jealous. Angry and anxious. It made for an intoxicating cocktail, and I nearly choked as I greedily gulped it down.

Vanessa noticed, too. Clearly, she was used to being the center of attention. After all, a handjob from a hot blonde goddess like her was supposed to rank higher than a fuck from a regular, earthbound woman. But no matter what Vanessa did, it couldn't compete with seeing my petite sister-in-law getting banged on the bed.

Vanessa clearly noticed my lack of attention and let out an overdramatic sigh. She dropped my dick and shimmied up, straightening her dress. I braced for her to berate me. After all, you don't turn down the best of an attractive woman without getting the worst from her. Instead, however, Vanessa gave me a knowing grin, nodding as if she understood my dilemma. Almost empathetic. She took my hand and led me into the bedroom.

I could smell Tara's arousal now. Could see the little crinkles in the corners of her eyes as she endured her ecstasy. The strain in Brian's muscular arms as he aggressively thrust into Tara's tiny twat.

Vanessa reached over and gently tapped her husband on the shoulder. Impressively, Brian paused mid-stroke. He hung right on the precipice of burying himself in Tara again. It was the most astounding physical feat I'd seen from him so far. Tara moaned and shook her head, restless. She blinked, as if waking from a dream.

"Oh, don't..." Tara stopped mid-thought when she saw me standing over her. Her emerald eyes went wide and her face, already red, flushed even deeper.

"Hey, babe, what's up?" Brian asked his wife, casual as anything.

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"I think Andy here wants to say hi," Vanessa said, nodding meaningfully at the petite redhead lying prone on the bed like she was strawberry jelly, spread thin across a slice of bread.

"Hey, man," Brian said, giving me the universal guy nod. Still perched perilously above my sister-in-law's pussy.

"She looks like fun," Vanessa said, smiling at her husband.

"Oh yeah, she's great once you get her going," Brian said. His eyes drifted down to my crotch. "Hey, that's a great dick."

I looked down, shocked. In all the excitement, I hadn't realized that Vanessa had left my bare cock hanging out of my fly. Pointing fleshy and full at the action in front of me.

"I was going to try it out," Vanessa said, "But I think Andy has other ideas."

"That's cool," Brian said. He pulled his dick fully out of Tara with a loud, wet schlllllurp. The little redhead keened in something like sadness as he disconnected.

Brian turned and talked to us like it was nothing. As if we were having a totally normal get together in the bedroom, our genitalia just coincidentally hanging out. Curiosity got the better of me and I couldn't help but look down at my co- worker's crotch. Like the man, himself, Brian's dick was squat and thick. Is it wrong that I was gratified that he wasn't as big as me? Like that made a damn difference.

I felt eyes on me, and looked over. Tara was sitting up on the bed, staring doe-like. A strange combination of demure and desire. She saw me looking back and quickly moved her thin arm over her little breasts. As if I hadn't seen it all and so much more. As if her bare, hairless pussy wasn't still staring right at me, agape.