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## Air B and D Part 4 Final [F33/F50/M49][F solo][sleep CNC][cheating][voyeur]

Helen gathers my soapy clothes into a bag while I finally take my shower. I begin to get turned on again, having her watch me but she doesn’t seem interested. Maybe once was enough for her. Too bad. She tells me she wants to wash my clothes since the cottage doesn’t have a washer-dryer and I acquiesce, especially since she invites me to brunch tomorrow. I’ve never dined in a mansion before.

Before she leaves, I ask her about Thomas. “Do you two have an arrangement, when it comes to this kind of servicing of… I mean for your guests?”

“I’m glad you asked. Thomas and I are very selective with whom we provide extra care. It takes a special kind of person who can indulge me and my particular interests. People like you, Connie. As for Thomas, well as long as he doesn’t fuck you when I’m not around then we are on good terms.” She lifts up my leggings and sniffs the crotch, but luckily that’s not where her husband dumped his load on me.

Their arrangement intrigues me. I wonder if Thomas cannot bring himself to make a mess for her. That look of yearning in Helen’s eyes was wild, like lioness seeking prey. I loved the attention and thinking about it again has me wet. There’s a robe hanging on the bathroom door and I put it on as the cottage has gotten cooler.

The fireplace. I throw more wood into the hearth and a cloud of sparks *whooshes* before me. The heat bakes my face as I stare into the flames. But that’s not where I’m hot. I need release. Heading back to the bedroom, I retrieve my toys, a clit stimulator and Harvey, my favorite silicone dildo. “Hello boys,” I say with a husky voice. “Let’s have some fun.”

I return to the fireplace with them and a couple pillows, then lay back with my legs spread in front of the fire. The flames cast shadows on my tits and fingers as I caress myself. Gentle touches on my inner thighs and my belly. The wood smoke reminds me of camping trips with old boyfriends, fucking next to a lake in summer. But I want to focus on my two hosts.

I begin with the stimulator. With a single click of a button it begins to make puffs of air through a soft hole, one that fits perfectly over my clit. Fuck, it feels amazing. My body responds with an ache that builds from deep inside my pussy. I imagine it’s Helen’s mouth, her tongue ravaging my poor swollen clit.

I click the button again and the pattern changes, like a jazz virtuoso running fast notes on my sensitive nub. I rarely make it to the third click. Wanting this to last a little longer, I put the toy apart and grab Harvey. “Your turn, big boy.”

Harvey is a nine inch natural looking cock with balls and a suction cup base. I’m so wet already but I only push in the tip and leave it there. Get used to his girth. I’m groaning with pleasure. With the base firmly planted on the floor, I can rock on my ass and Harvey slides deeper into my creamy hole then retreats like an ocean wave, like it’s alive. I imagine it’s Thomas, pushing his fat cock in me like the cheating cheater I know he wants to be. Fucking Thomas wth his weird ass morals.

I’m sweating from the combination of the heat of the fireplace and fucking myself with more urgency. The little glistening beads run down my tits and belly. They feel like a little breeze raking my skin and I rub them into my red bush. The clit stimulator is fun but it’s no replacement for human fingers. Sure, the puffing feels great but my hands can tease out pleasure from unknown corners of my lips, my clit, every fold that plucks a string in my body. I’m humming.

I make tight circles and taps and my pussy clenches over Harvey. The dildo lifts off the floor and slides free for a moment before I push it back in. Fuck, can I grip. I get on my knees so I can ride it hands free. When the tip spreads me out again, I tease a nipple to keep from falling straight down to the base. I wish I had hands on my hips. I wish it was Thomas under me. *His* cock thrusting into my cunt.

The thrill of turning him makes me ride Harvey faster and faster until I cannot take it any longer and I moan like a banshee as my orgasm rolls over my body. I fall back and eject the dildo. The fire feels so good in the afterglow.

 

In the morning, I wake up with mischief on my mind. I begin a pot of coffee and then get some tools from my car. I’m no MacGuyver but a lady needs to be prepared for anything. Today I need painter’s tape. The great thing about it is that it leaves no residue. It’s easy to remove, no marks. Sometimes, with the right partner, that can be *real fun*. But today I need it to cover the pinhole camera in the bathroom. By forcing it to be dark, I can pry open the panel. I confirm my suspicions about the cam: no wifi connection, just a very large memory card. It’s practically quaint.

The weather is still cool out this morning so I put on a linen dress with white stockings, a little cardigan and a wide brimmed hat to complete the “shabby chic” look. I throw on my calf-length boots and trundle up towards the mansion.

Helen and Thomas are visible inside through a large glass entrance that adjoins a patio. It all looks original, or at least restored to look like a turn-of-the-century Gilded Age estate. When they see me on the patio, Helen opens the door wearing a long white cable-knit sweater and smiles. “Good morning, Connie. I hope you slept well?”

“I did, thank you,” I say. “You’ve made a very cozy cottage. It’s just what I needed to get out of the city and just… reconnect with myself.” She holds the door open for me and I step into a banquet all lined with mahogany wood trim, large oil paintings and brass fixtures. A long table stretches across the length of it and Thomas is setting up plates at one end. This room is the opposite of the cottage: formal, imposing, dominating. For a moment, I imagine Thomas abandoning the brunch meal and bending me over the table to fuck me while Helen douses me with scrambled eggs, pancakes and warm maple syrup. A girl can wish.

It doesn’t happen. Instead Thomas is the perfect host, cooking duck egg omelets to order. Toast is served on a little rack and tiny jars of jam. Helen pours me a cup of coffee from a real silver carafe. I know their opulence is a bit of an illusion, but I enjoy their little roleplay. “Thank you for inviting me here. This all looks so fancy.”

“We don’t get many chances to entertain a guest like this,” Thomas says. “We rent parts of the mansion for events but those aren’t as fun.”

“Not as intimate,” Helen adds.

“Really? No sex parties?”

Helen nearly spits out her coffee but swallows and chuckles. “I’m afraid those days ended with in my father’s time. Good riddance, if you ask me. A remnant of a bygone era when men were men and women were chattel, passed around like bottles of wine.”

“You *are* an excellent vintage, my dear,” says Thomas, rubbing his wife’s hand. There’s only love in his eyes.

“I’m just going to put this all out into the open,” I begin. “I think you both make a lovely couple, but clearly have different needs. Sexually. Thomas, you want to screw around but not without her permission. Helen, you want to see a woman debauched in the dirtiest, filthiest manner but Thomas won’t oblige. Is that a fair statement?”

Both of them look at me and each other. “It’s not just the mess,” Helen says. “I like to watch.”

“I’ve noticed. I got so horny wondering who was watching.” I slide over the memory card. “I think you’re going to like this.”

Helen’s face turns bright red. “It’s… it’s supposed to be a secret. If anyone else found out. If it ever got out-”

“You both would be arrested. All this, gone.” The mood was changing, getting out of hand. I needed to turn it around. “I might be able to help you. Connect you with like minded people who don’t mind being filmed. People like me.”

Helen’s face brightens. “You could?”

“I can. But you need to make some updates to your gear. You’re lucky that I’m not only a horny slut for attention, I’m also a tech nerd. I can help you get the right stuff. No more memory cards.”

“That’s amazing, but what will that cost?” Thomas asks.

It’s not only the cost of equipment and installation. I tell them my price and wait.

Helen grips Thomas’s hand. “Deal.”

 

I spend the afternoon shopping with both of them, explaining the pro’s and cons of the new cameras, laptop, and wifi signal booster. Most if it goes over their heads but if I’m given a chance to talk tech, I talk tech. Back at the mansion, I set up the network with more end-to-end security. No eavesdroppers allowed. I leave the laptop in their bedroom, open to a browser with four panes. Four views into the cottage.

Kissing them both, I tell them I’ll be finishing the installation myself then gonna bed. I show them the bottle of Ambien and cup Thomas’s cheek.. “Any time you’re ready.”

It’s night by the time I finish swapping the old gear with the new cams. I test the feeds on my phone and the rooms look crisp, even in low light. I’m glad they didn’t skimp. “Enjoy the show,” I say to no one but Hellen.

I take a low dose of sleeping pills and climb into bed wearing nothing but a loose shirt. When I think about getting fucked in my sleep, the thrill warms my belly and I rub it, sliding my legs back and forth like a cricket. I’m already wet.

I don’t know when I fall asleep but in the dark fog of semi-consciousness, I think I hear the door. Footsteps. I force my body to lie still but it’s not hard. The pills are working just fine to keep me relaxed.

My world moves, as if the universe was jostled like a snow globe. But it’s just the bed shaking when Thomas climbs in behind me. I cannot see him but I know his scent when he kisses my neck. It’s warm and his breath is already haggard. God I love a primal man. A kept man.

He runs his hand under my shirt and grabs my breast and I can only let out a soft, whimpering moan, still half asleep. There’s a gentleness to his touch, not rough at all, like he’s trying to keep me in this dream state. Just like I told him to before. His hand wanders up and down my body, tracing a path from by tits to my mound, ever so close to my pussy. I want him to finger me but I’m eager to wait and see.

That’s the fun of it. The surprise.

Thomas surprises me by getting out of bed. Did he chicken out? I let out a long sigh and the bed moves again. My blurred vision can only make out his naked body kneeling in front of me. He’s stroking his cock. Moving closer, he guides the tip to my open mouth and rubs it against my lips. He’s clean and warm. I want to suck him off but my body is too tired to move and I have to wait for Thomas.

I don’t have to wait long.

He dips his cock into my mouth slowly, then pulls out. And again. And again, each time pulling more spit. I can tell by the soft popping sound when he breaks the seal. Such a tease, I hope he likes it. I dream that I’m floating above all this, watching from the overhead camera as he fucks my slaw jawed mouth with smooth deliberate strokes. I imagine Helen on her own bed, fingering herself as she watches her husband fuck another woman. A pulse ripples over my body and I let out a sleepy word: “More.”

I feel the world move again. No, it’s me. Thomas has rolled me face down into bed. With my head to the side I hear him climb behind me. Two unseen fingers open my pussy and it feels slick. Then his cock. Oh fuck, it feels so good. Harvey cannot compare to the heat and energy of live flesh. In my dreams I’m smiling but I cannot tell if I am in real life. I’m just a rag doll that Thomas is fucking with long deep thrusts.

There’s no tension, no passion in my face as my body relents, as he plows me into the bed. I feel his breath on my neck again and he is getting worked up. The soft slaps of his body against my ass get louder and more frequent as he picks up the pace. He hits a spot that kicks me into high gear and I feel more awake, more focused. I moan louder, eyes wide but pinned to the bed by his cock pumping from behind. It feels amazing. I hope Helen is fucking herself with the same wild abandon.

“Come for me,” I whisper. “Oh, yes!”

When he finally explodes I feel it deep inside just as hard as his hips are slamming into my ass. Thomas falls on top of me and his weight is a comfort, like a warm blanket. His come oozes out of me as his cock recedes. Fuck that felt good.

I wake up to a cold wet spot between my legs. It’s mid-morning and the sunlight streams in brightly through the window shades. I turn over onto my back and look at the puddle of cream and semen on the bed sheet. Thomas is gone and yet still here. I rub my pussy and it still feels a little sore, but none worse for wear. I clean myself up and blow a kiss to the camera. I’d like to think that I did good to bring Thomas and Helen a little closer together, and I make a promise to myself to visit again soon.

NSFW: yes

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