CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHELSEA'S POV :

In these three years I have been sleeping around as well. I didn't get what I wanted in life. I don't love someone, It doesn't mean that I don't feel sexually arouse while watching other gender.

I had it many times with Alfred. Yes Alfred about whom everyone knew he is a gay but he is not a gay, He is a bisexual. When I first time had sex with him it was when I was very drunk. He assures me that he will not do me any harm and we continued our friend's with benefit relationship going on. So as I challenged Vincent today so I decided to do it again tonight. I know this is wrong but everything is fair in love and war and this is a love war. I start drinking before Alfred come home. I drank so much that thr real reason of sleeping with him slipped from my head.

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ALFRED'S POV :

I came back home from boutique and when I entered in home Chelsea was drunk and wearing a dress that was revealing her body. Sitting at a small table I asked her if she is ok but she made ready the drinks and I know she is depressed over something and want to have sex tonight.

we drank a few glasses of cabernet sauvignon. Very soon, we felt quite buzzed and even hornier for each other. I told her how hot she looked, how sexy her dress was, how much I desired her and, yes, how much I wanted to fuck her. I am a bisexual and fucking a girl like her was my dream. Now she is with me I want nothing more but her. Good thing is that she is also not interested in relationships.

I asked Chelsea to stand in front of the window, and she did with a somewhat puzzled look on her face. I got behind her, fondling her marvelous breasts—far more than a handful. She whimpered as I kissed the back of her neck. I pulled her red, skin-tight dress down and off of her and unclipped her Victoria's Secret push-up bra, exposing her naked body right there in front of the window. All she still had on were the garter belt and black thigh-high stockings. I stroked her absolutely dripping wet pussy. We were both a little drunk, and the sexual desire between us was so strong that I remember thinking at that moment anything could happen.

With our lights on, the curtains totally pulled back, and it being nighttime, we both knew all that was happening between us in our room could be seen by those in the houses across the street (if they were, in fact, looking). Chelsea giggled and suggested we close the curtains, but I could tell she didn't really mean it—she wanted the curtains open. "Even if they're watching, we're anonymous in this huge city, and you could be the star of this show for them," I remember saying. She smiled, and I could tell she was intrigued.

"So put on a show for them?" she asked with a smile on her face, pointing across the street.

"Yeah," I replied.

She smirked in a playful way. "Should we really do this?"

"We're anonymous, baby."

Silence reigned for about ten seconds as she processed the moment… and opportunity.

"Okay," she said with a measure of glee.

I loved her deeply, but I found sexual pleasure in opportunities to reveal her to others, and she seemed to welcome those moments.

In the hotel room, this was one of those moments. She turned around to face me, completely nude and with her perfectly firm, round ass to the window, and watched me as I took off my clothes. I imagined someone in the house across the street watching this gorgeous woman—my woman—through the window. I was unable to tell her I love her because our sexual tension is more hard than that.

I was now completely undressed and my cock hard as steel. She stood at the window, stroking her clitoris, as I admired her while pleasuring myself.

She walked over to me, and I cupped her breasts as I kissed and sucked on her pink nipples while she ran her hands through my hair. She dropped to her knees between my legs, and then she consumed my cock in her hungry mouth, our eyes locked on each other. The way she was sucking me off, I'd make it no more than five minutes before erupting in her mouth. We wanted to put on a show, so I needed to last longer.

I pulled her up on the bed, and we got into 69, our favorite position in those years. I sank my tongue into her sopping-wet vagina and pleasured her swollen clitoris as she once again took my rod deep, deep, deep into her warm mouth. I imagined onlookers in the house across from us looking on at this young couple putting on a show for them.

I pushed her off and got on my knees, stroking my cock as a clear invitation for her to get into doggy-style position. The way we were angled, any observers could see a full sideways view of us in this position. I slid inside her—Chelsea responding with a whimper—and she dropped to her elbows, allowing me to go deep with every thrust. I cupped her round, firm ass cheeks with my hands and proceeded to fuck her just the way she prefers it: hard and deep. She moaned from the second I entered her.

"Are they watching?" I asked her.

Almost reflexively, Lauren looked out the window.

"Do you want that?" she replied, breathing heavily.

"I asked you first," I retorted, pile-driving her pussy.

She giggled. We often like to have playful conversations while making love. A few seconds passed, then I slapped one of her ass cheeks.

"Yes," she whimpered.

"Yes, you want to them to watch, or yes, you liked that?" I queried, hoping for a yes, she wanted them to watch. I spanked her again.

"Yes, I want them to watch," she responded, still whimpering and now massaging her clitoris.

Another spank caused her to squeal. She's always loved to be spanked when we did it doggy style.

Silence passed as we enjoyed this steady and deep intercourse with the erotic twist of allowing others to look on if they wanted. The sexual intensity built with every plunge deep inside her. I continued to cup her ass cheeks and focused on powerfully driving all of my manhood in and out of her. Her moans, her wetness, and the sloshing sounds of soaked vaginal sex revealed that she'd arrived at that state of extraordinary human pleasure: orgasm.

It was during her orgasm that suddenly, out of nowhere, I felt a jolt of shame—shame that we'd pulled the curtains open to be seen.

"Should we pull the curtains shut?" I asked her, feeling so flustered.

A few seconds of silence passed as she was just now coming down from her orgasm.

"What?" she replied, almost out of breath and sounding annoyed.

"The curtains… should we pull them shut?" I repeated.

Silence… only breathing, whimpers, and moans.

"If you want…," she whispered back. And then:

"Keep them open," she added.

I looked over at the window, still fucking Chelsea as hard as I could. I felt certain we were being watched. I knew in my bones many were watching. I worried they'd find out who we were. But this felt so good. She loved it. And this was so naughty and bad.

"What if they're watching?" I asked Chelsea.

"Let them," she answered back, almost unflinchingly.

I was close to cumming, and right then she began to orgasm again.

My moment of clarity quickly got overwhelmed by sexual ecstasy. I couldn't hold it in any longer. I looked over at the window, sure this was all being seen, hoping we'd never be discovered after this moment. I cupped her ass cheeks hard and pumped her with my semen.

"Oh yeah, baby," she said as she felt my load being shot inside her.

I stayed in her for a few seconds and collapsed on her back. We were both sweaty, and the room smelled of sex.

I got up and pulled the curtain shut, looking out quickly to see if anyone was watching. I saw nothing but a building mostly sheathed in darkness.

And then we showered and headed to dinner.