EDIT: this is PART 8! (Sorry for the typo—can’t change the title)

“Excuse me, do you happen to live on the 6^th floor? On this side of the building?”

It was a man’s voice, from behind me, as I walked up to the door of my apartment building. Turning around, I was startled to see the Indian-American couple—the scrawny, short-ish dude and the petite but voluptuous woman—who’d watched Aubrey and me have sex with the blinds open from their apartment across the street.

They were a few feet away, clearly headed for the door of their building from our shared parking lot when they’d spotted me.

“Oh, uh,” I said, taken by surprise. “Yep, that’s me.”

“I’m Rahul,” he said, extending his hand. I shook it.

“Scott,” I said.

“I’m Priya,” said the woman, holding out her hand as well. Her eyes were dark and intelligent and strikingly beautiful, and her gorgeous brown skin seemed perfectly smooth. She was wearing a short blue dress that showed off her beautiful legs—and barely contained the massive, and breathtaking, breasts that Aubrey and I had seen from afar.

“Great to meet you,” I said. “Officially, at least.”

They both laughed.

“Where’s your girlfriend?” asked Priya.

“Oh, just a friend—her name’s Aubrey,” I said. They both raised their eyebrows.

“Well, uh, this is all very new and very crazy for us,” said Rahul. I noticed for the first time that their body language was very nervous. “But. We wanted to maybe give you our contact info, in case you’d be up for… uh, the same thing? Except in the same room. Or whatever.”

I arched an eyebrow, trying not to betray some amusement at their awkwardness, but then looked up and caught Priya’s smoldering eyes on me.

“Just watching—not like, switching or anything,” Rahul was going on. “Just, like…”

“Honey,” Priya said with a firm hand on his arm, quieting him.

I laughed and held up my hands.

“No, I totally get it,” I said. “This is all mostly new to me, too! I don’t know any of the rules or whatever. But of course, give me your numbers—I’ll talk to Aubrey. We’ve enjoyed watching you guys.”

I directed this at Priya. Her cheeks seemed to flush.

“We’ve liked watching you, too,” she said.

We got out our phones and exchanged numbers, and I started a text thread with all three of us. It turned out this was Rahul’s apartment—Priya lived like 40 minutes away, so she often spent nights and weekends.

The goodbyes were no less awkward, as we each headed to our respective apartments. But that night, while I was unwinding with a Scotch and watching TV, I saw their curtain flutter—as I figured I might—and there they were, undressing one another in the window and looking to make sure I was watching.

This time, surely encouraged by our brief conversation, they seemed bolder. Priya stood up and showed off her tits for me at one point, apparently to Rahul’s embarrassment, and then put one leg up on a chair or the arm of a couch and spread her pussy for me (not that I could see much detail from across the street, but it was the thought that counted). Then Rahul put on a condom and thrust into her from behind, bending her over and pounding away for a few brief minutes before apparently cumming inside the condom.

Two days later I was going to a work reunion happy hour where I hoped to see both Aubrey and Tess, so I saved these developments to share with Aubrey in person.

The happy hour was at a divey bar we’d all spent a lot of time at, back when we worked together, so we knew the place inside and out. I showed up early—and was enjoying catching up with people I hadn’t thought about in years—when Aubrey and her husband Thomas (who knew and loved that some unknown person was fucking his wife, but still didn’t know that person was me) walked in. They both smiled and waved when they saw me, headed to the bar for a beer, and then came over.

“Hey man,” said Thomas.

“Hey, been too long,” I said.

“Agreed,” said Aubrey.

The three of us clinked glasses. We spent a few minutes talking about how wild it was to be back at our old hangout, who we hoped to see from the old days (and who we hoped not to), etc.

Then it seemed like a bunch of people arrived at once—including Tess, who came in with a gaggle of friends looking slender and extremely sexy, wearing what appeared to be an orange business suit with just a black bustier (or something? Not sure the right term) underneath the suit jacket.

We all got separated and wound up talking to different people—Thomas to some old friends he’d known through Aubrey, Aubrey to Tess and several other people, me to a few old coworkers. But then, as things were really starting to seem crowded, I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around to see Aubrey with another beer for each of us.

“How ya been, stranger?” she asked.

“Funny you should ask,” I said. “I do have a story for you…”

We found a table sort of on its own, against the wall, and I told her about Rahul and Priya. She was immediately into it.

“Hell yeah, I love this for us,” she said. “And for them. And Thomas will love it.”

“OK, great,” I said. “I’ll add you to the text thread and we can set something up.”

“Fuckin amazing,” Aubrey said.

Later in our conversation, she brought up what I’d been hoping she might ask about.

“By the way, have you given any thought to… you know,” she said conspiratorially. “What’s on your list?”

“I have, as a matter of fact,” I said, taking a deep breath and feeling a little awkward myself.

“Oh yeah?” Aubrey raised her eyebrows. “Hit me.”

“Well, for one thing,” I said, leaning in closer so we could hear one another without having to speak too loud. Looking around the crowded bar, I could see Thomas over Aubrey’s shoulder across the room, and Tess working her way through the crowd toward someone who’d waved at her.

Aubrey and I were seated on chairs pulled up to one of those small, high bar tables, all of which were in a row along one wall. She was facing me, her back to the room, and my back was to the wall.

So as I leaned in closer, it looked like we were having a close conversation. But I also slid my hand up Aubrey’s leg under her dress, taking her by surprise, and immediately slipped a finger inside her panties.

She trembled at my touch, both of us trying hard not to give anything away. I could hear her breath coming raggedly as I peeled her lips open with my finger, probing to feel her wetness and then starting to gently rub her clit.

“For one thing,” I said, continuing in the same even volume and tone. “I want to make you cum right here in this crowded bar.”

She whimpered, her head half cocked as though listening to me as I leaned in, trying hard not to react as I applied more pressure and worked up a rhythm.

“In the same room as your husband and Tess and a million of our old coworkers,” I said. In response, Aubrey nearly lost her balance, catching herself a little awkwardly—and then leaning slightly forward in her chair, subtly grinding her hips against my fingers. She suppressed a soft moan, mostly for my benefit.

“I want to feel you cum from inside you.”

After another long moment of grinding, I felt her pussy spasm and her body clench and she lowered her head and took deep breaths to try and hide the fact that she was cumming, hard, in the middle of this crowded bar.

After holding still for a moment, I slowly withdrew my fingers, now wet and sticky with her juices, and we each leaned back a little, catching our breaths. As far as I could tell, no one had noticed anything untoward, over here by the wall.

“OK, I approve of that bucket list item,” Aubrey said, still flush and a little breathless, as though we were just continuing our conversation. I laughed. “Anything else?”

“Yes,” I said, leaning in again to whisper close in her ear. “I want the Tess treatment.”

“The Tess treatment? By which you mean…”

“Totally anonymous sex,” I said. “Like a threesome with you and someone whose name I never find out.”

“Roger that,” she said eagerly. “I can definitely make that happen. I assume you’ll want them to get tested and be willing to let you cum in them, or whatever?”

I looked at her just as eagerly.

“I mean, that would be phenomenal,” I said. “But, you know, whatever you think someone will… “

“Oh stop,” she said. “Everybody’s a freak these days. I’ll come up with a plan and get back to you.”

“You’re the greatest, seriously,” I said. We exchanged a mischievous smile and clinked glasses.

Tess and I waved at one another across the bar at one point, but she had already left by the time Aubrey and I finished our conversation and wandered back into the crowd. (Somehow I found it exceptionally hot that I was still such an anonymous friendly acquaintance/former coworker in real life, but such a massive figure in her sex life recently)

At the end of the night, I shook Thomas’s hand with the same one that had given his wife an orgasm, and we said our friendly goodbyes. So that she wouldn’t give me away (or give Thomas an easy guess), Aubrey waited until a few weeks later to tell Thomas that The Stranger who’d been fucking her had also taken her by surprise and made her cum in public, in the same room as him, at some point in the past few months. Apparently this was a big hit.

But in the meantime, things went quiet for a disappointingly long time. Life, and work, were crazy for awhile. The lights were on at Rahul’s apartment from time to time, but there was no sign of Priya, and although I saw Aubrey once or twice in our close-knit social circles, things were platonic.

Until one night, Rahul texted the long-dormant group chain with all four of us.

RAHUL: Hey just wondering if you guys might be into hanging out sometime?

RAHUL: Like we talked about lol

A couple of minutes later, my phone buzzed again—to my surprise, Aubrey chiming in.

AUBREY: hey!! yeah we’re very into this

She proposed a night the following week and suggested we all convene at my apartment. We all agreed, and briefly discussed ground rules: per Rahul, we were just going to fuck our respective partners in the same room and watch one another, not swap or otherwise have sexual contact.

I first suggested ordering food and taking the evening from there, but Aubrey suggested that we switch the order: rather than feel nervous all night and have to sit through a long dinner, only then to have sex with full stomachs—“like going swimming right after you eat, never a good idea,” she said—we’d have sex first and then order something and have some wine in the afterglow, to unwind. This seemed like a sensible idea, especially given their nervousness, so we all agreed.

When the night arrived, somewhat awkwardly, Aubrey was running late but the two of them arrived exactly on time—so I invited them in and we sat down with a glass of wine to while away the awkwardness.

The small talk was boring, but eventually I mentioned I hadn’t seen them around in awhile.

“Yeah,” Rahul said, exuding awkwardness and anticipation. “We were… on a break for a little while? But back together now.”

I looked at Priya, who seemed almost as nervous but looked back at me with a spark of excitement in her eyes.

“Ah, I’m sorry to hear that,” I said. “Relationships are hard.”

It occurred to me in the moment that this might not be the best move for a couple that wasn’t rock solid—and might, in fact, be a catalyst for breaking them up. But we were in too deep by now, and I wasn’t sure it was my place to say anything…

Just then Aubrey arrived and I buzzed her up the elevator. The energy changed as soon as she entered the room.

“Hey, everybody!” she said brightly. “Shall we, uh… fuck?”

Taking her glass of wine in hand, she led the rest of us matter-of-factly into my bedroom, setting her glass on the nightstand and sitting on the edge of my bed. Looking back at us, she reached down and pulled off her black, close-fitting top, revealing a black lacy bra.

“Hey team, step one is getting naked,” she said, standing to unbutton her jeans and pull them down. She was wearing a matching black thong with a lacy, see-through spot in front that showed off her neatly trimmed bush.

Priya had stopped just a few paces into the doorway, but now she reached down and started to shimmy her tight gray dress up—first revealing her thicc, gorgeous thighs, and then she yanked it up over her wide hips, revealing sheer blue underwear that showed off her voluptuous ass and bare, shaven pussy. Her clitoral hood was clearly visible, and I was instantly hard.

Rahul and I both started to disrobe hurriedly as we watched Priya work the tight dress up over her massive tits, letting them flop out, bra-less, as she got the dress above her shoulders. I’d known from a distance that she had spectacular breasts since the first time I’d seen the, across the street, but up close they were possibly the biggest (and rivaled Liza’s for the best/most perfect) I’d ever seen.

“Damn, girl,” said Aubrey, unhooking her bra and whipping it off, and then unceremoniously stepping out of her panties. Priya blushed, but I joined Aubrey in admiring her petite figure—she was almost a foot shorter than I was (I’m 6 feet tall), with a tiny waist I could almost wrap both hands around, but a massive, gorgeous, pear-shaped ass and almost disproportionate breasts.

She too stepped out of her underwear, and all four of us were completely naked—though I noticed Rahul’s dick remained small (he was a grower, not a shower) and flaccid. Evidently he had some stage fright.

Heading to the bed, I leaned in to kiss Aubrey, groping her breast and pinching her nipple as she ran her hand from the tip of my throbbing cock down to the base, smearing the drop of precum along it.

A second later I felt pressure next to us on the bed and looked up to see Priya pulling her petite body up onto the comforter maybe a foot away, next to Aubrey, her legs spread in the same direction. She looked at us and Aubrey and I kept touching one another, drinking in the sight as Rahul came up and started to fondle Priya’s breasts. She was trying to get him hard, but it didn’t seem to be working.

Hoping to help kick things off, I stopped making out with Aubrey and moved down between her legs, first pulling her pussy lips open with my fingers, so we could all see, and then running my tongue from her asshole slowly up to her clit.

“Oh my god,” said Priya breathlessly. Her voice was husky, a little on the lower end, and unbelievably sexy. I looked up and we made intense eye contact—she was touching herself and beginning to writhe, her dark nipples erect, while Rahul focused on getting hard and she helped with one hand.

I lapped at Aubrey’s clit for a couple of minutes, but then she pulled me up.

“Get inside me,” she said. “I want them to watch you fuck me.”

“Yessss,” moaned Priya. Rahul was watching and jerking himself and seemed to be getting there.

I stood up and pulled Aubrey’s hips forward, running my tip along her glistening lips for lubrication and then dipping it inside of her, parting them little by little, going gradually deeper every time. She looked up at me and moaned, at first spreading her lips with both hands, opening herself up for me—but then starting to rub her clit as I worked my way all the way in and found a rhythm.

Things seemed to be going downhill again for Rahul and Priya—he’d put a condom on but then suddenly lost his erection again and seemed to be getting frustrated. Priya put a consoling hand on his arm, and suddenly he seemed to snap.

“Ugh, fuck this,” he said in exasperation, throwing up his hand and gathering up the condom and wrapper and his clothes.

“Wait, babe,” Priya said, trying to go after him.

I stopped thrusting. This was really killing the mood.

Rahul sort of stormed out into my living room and she followed. Underneath me, with my dick still half inside her, Aubrey looked at me quizzically.

“What the fuck was that about?” she said.

“I mean, I have no idea,” I said—but then told her what they’d said about having recently gotten back together.

“Ah, so this was a terrible idea on their part,” Aubrey said. “A hail mary?”

“Had the same thought,” I said.

“What a shame—she’s so hot!” said Aubrey. I laughed.

“I know! So fucking hot,” I said.

Just then we heard my front door open and close. We looked at one another, figuring they’d left to sort things out, and went back to fucking.

After a few minutes I flipped Aubrey over into doggystyle, pushed into her from behind, and heard the bedroom door open. Startled, I looked up to see Priya, still naked, walking back into the room.

“Oh shit—Rahul left?” I said, again stopping while half inside of Aubrey, who propped herself half up to look up at Priya.

“Yep. And broke up with me. What an asshole,” she said. She seemed upset, but it was anger rather than sadness.”

“What the fuck? What for?” Aubrey exclaimed. I could feel her pussy clench as she spoke.

Priya shrugged.

“We’ve been having problems for forever, and he kind of pressured me to do this,” she said. “Yet he’s the one who freaks out and bolts when he can’t get it up." 

Yep, she was angry.

“Wow, what an asshole,” Aubrey said.

“I’m sorry he pressured you,” I said, pulling fully out of Aubrey. “We can st—”

“No, no—turns out I’m into it,” she said. “Like, very.”

“OK, we don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” I said.

“Not at all,” she said. “The truth is I was not into watching you guys and being watched at first, but Rahul sort of brought me around on that. And then I didn’t want to take things further… but he really pushed, so we’re here. Except he’s not, even though I told him if he walked out we’re never getting back together.”

“Good for you!” Aubrey said, holding up her hand for a high five. A smile finally broke through Priya’s pained expression and she came over, high-fiving Aubrey, who pulled herself up to her knees and turned it into a hug, pressing her naked body against Priya’s small frame, her brown skin radiant in the soft light.

“So anyway,” Priya said, pulling away after a second. “Can I watch you guys after all? Even though I’m a solo act now?”

“Girl, you can watch or do more than watch, if you want,” Aubrey said. “We were both just saying we find you super hot.”

“I, uh,” she seemed flustered but aroused by the prospect of joining in. My dick throbbed with hopeful anticipation.

“No pressure, of course,” I said, moving back toward Aubrey and pushing her back down into doggy. She squealed in anticipation as I pressed my tip against her gaping lips again.

“I, uh… I would be seriously tempted,” said Priya distractedly, her eyes wide, watching intently as I sank slowly inside of Aubrey up to the hilt. “If you guys might have a condom to spare? Rahul took ours, and I’m not on the pill.”

“Unfortunately, I don’t—we’ve been having unprotected sex for awhile,” I said.

“It’s his whole thing, rawdogging and cumming inside,” Aubrey said. In reaction I slammed my hips into her, hard, on the next thrust, making her gasp.

“That’s the grossest possible way to say it, but not wrong,” I said.

“I don’t mind just watching,” she said. “This is the craziest thing I’ve ever done, by far. So, baby steps…”

Priya pulled herself up onto the bed next to us, still staring intently at where my dick was parting Aubrey’s lips, and started to rub herself.

“You know, I’m bi… and I could maybe help you out,” said Aubrey seductively, her tits bouncing as I fucked her. “Or if you’re not into women, he could just pull out and cum in me.”

Priya seemed almost overwhelmed. Her massive breasts heaved as she kneaded her clit, her engorged pussy lips clearly wet and starting to part from how swollen they were, revealing the coral pink of her insides between her dark brown lips.

“I mean I’d love that, but I don’t know if I’m comfortable with no birth control at all, since he’s basically a stranger and I’m not on the pill,” she was breathlessly turned on and seemed genuinely tempted. “And… I’ve never been with a woman, and I’m not sure tonight’s the night… but I’ve never really thought about it…”

“Whatever you’re comfortable with,” Aubrey said nonchalantly. Priya still seemed comfortable and was clearly extremely turned on, so I felt OK proceeding. So I kept fucking Aubrey while Priya watched, masturbating furiously.

After another moment I flipped Aubrey over again, back into missionary—and as I lowered her onto the bed, she whispered mischievously into my ear: 

“Aren’t you glad we told you to buy the 2-pack of Plan B?”

This hadn’t even occurred to me—it had been months since the cabin weekend.

I pushed Aubrey down on the bed, returning her mischievous smile and sinking into her all the way. Then I looked up at Priya hungrily, first peering into her glistening pussy folds and then returning her smoldering eye contact.

Maybe there was hope after all…