Caitlyn’s enthusiastic response apparently gave Sherry some confidence. “We’d love to do it,” she told Caitlyn. “Peter,” Sherry said, “what about you? Want to see me have an orgasm?”
“Yes,” I said simply.
In our guest bedroom, Sherry and Craig began kissing and fondling each other. Caitlyn and I sat on a bench against a wall and watched. Sherry stroked Craig to erection while he fingered her. Sherry glanced at us and smiled before getting on the bed on her back. She spread her legs and Craig mounted her.
I wasn’t crazy about our vantage point. We saw more of Craig’s ass moving back and forth than we did of Sherry. I suppose Caitlyn liked it though. I became more engaged as Sherry became more aroused. The generally amiable woman whom I knew became wanton, for lack of a better term, and took charge of their lovemaking. She wrapped her legs around Craig and thrust her hips into him. Her fingers dug into his back.
I couldn’t help getting hard from what I was watching. Caitlyn noticed. She wrapped a hand loosely around my dick and began stroking me, very slowly and very lightly. I put a hand between her thighs and rubbed her clit, trying to be as gentle with her as she was being with me. We didn’t want to come, but the scene was just too arousing for us not to be touching each other. All the time, we never took our eyes off Sherry and Craig.
Sherry became vocal as she got more aroused. I can’t begin to convey in words the sounds she made, but they added a lot to the erotic appeal of the moment. Somewhat suddenly, Sherry gripped Craig hard with her legs and her arms. She made a moan that rose in pitch and grew in volume. As Sherry reached her crescendo, I heard Craig grunt about three times. Both of them relaxed.
After a moment, Sherry told Craig, “Roll off please. I want Caitlyn and Peter to see what I look like when I’ve just come.” Craig obediently rolled off Sherry onto the bed. She sat up, swung her legs over the side of the bed, and stood up. She was still breathing hard, and her skin was flushed. To be honest, she looked incredibly sexy. Caitlyn and I were still handling each other. “I’m hurt,” Sherry said. “I would have thought that just watching us was stimulation enough.” It took me a moment to realize that Sherry was teasing. She smiled and said, “I hope that’s a sign you enjoyed what you saw.”
“Very much,” Caitlyn replied. “Did you enjoy having an audience?”
“Well,” Craig said, “sex with Sherry is the greatest thing there is but knowing you two were watching made it even hotter.”
“Yeah,” Sherry said, “I understand now why you two get off on people watching you do it.”
A bit later, I got dressed and went outside. Our street still hadn’t been touched. I walked a few blocks to the main road. It hadn’t been plowed yet either. I trudged back to the house and suggested that Sherry and Craig might want to stay with us until our roads were plowed.
That Saturday/Sunday with Sherry and Craig was the exception that winter. Caitlyn had gotten another online film to write background music for and she was putting a ton of time into her symphony. It became common for me to be awoken at two or three in the morning by Caitlyn at her piano as she would play a passage of music, write that down, then play it again slightly differently and write that down. I did the cooking, shopping, and other chores of ordinary life. I suppose that is the price I paid for living with talent while having none myself.
Apart from a couple of trips out to restaurants, we hadn’t done anything through the end of April. I knew how seriously Caitlyn took her composing, and I supported her completely, but I was starting to think she needed a break.