The next night Party was able to Charlie about her adventures with Emily and a strap-on, filling in the sordid details after he'd tied her up and taken her from behind across the bed until her pussy forced her to stop talking and scream with pleasure.
"I told Emily that I fantasized about having an audience," she told him, between orgasms. "Said I'd like someone to watch."
"Shit, no, really?" Charles sounded appalled, but his cock seemed to become a bit harder at the news. "Why?"
"You know why," she said, trying to see out into the back yard through her always open bedroom drapes. Another orgasm was building so she spoke fast. "And so she can see what a good thing I've got here. So she can, be, be," no use, words failed her again as he slammed all the way into her and prompted a massive orgasm.
Charles moved to her head then, putting his cock into her mouth roughly as she pretended to fight against the rather loose restraints he'd secured her with. She sucked him eagerly, thinking she might have seen movement in the yard. "I'm afraid I'd go all limp if I had an audience," he said.
"They wouldn't be in the room with you, dummy," she said. And he replied by pulling her head back onto his cock by the hair and then throwing her back onto the bed to enter her from behind with powerful thrusts.
Patty rode back on his cock, pumping her round butt back against him as she stared out of the window. There was a movement then, and Emily stepped forward out in the yard so that she was just in the light. She was with her husband, Robert! Knowing about the audience and the fact that it was a mixed party brought Patty to climax almost immediately. That one should be the last one for a while or she'd overload.
"Let me blow you," she said. "I've got to rest my pussy."
"I thought you'd never ask," Charles said, releasing her bonds and lying on the bed.
Patty knelt and took him into her mouth, wanting Robert to see her do it. She could imagine him masturbating as he watched. God, this was so good. Looking outside, she could see them standing just at the edge of the shaft of light that flooded onto the back yard from their bedroom window. Oh, yes, Emily had dropped her pants and was humping her own hand while kneeling at Robert's cock, sucking him just as Patty was sucking Charles.
Patty climbed to allow Charles' expert tongue access to her pussy. The touch of his tongue on her clit was almost too much, but she maintained her rhythm on his cock despite the urge to dissolve in orgasm. Finally, Charles erupted into her mouth and then down over her pumping hand and Patty rolled off to lie panting on the bed.
Patty licked the cum off of her hand, wondering if Robert had filled Emily's mouth out there in the dark yard. When Charles went to the bathroom, Patty scampered to the window and opened it.
"Did you have fun?" she asked, she asked the darkness.
"Oh, yes," Emily answered, coming forward with Robert, who was holding his pants up. "How about you?"
"Great time. Good, I was hoping you'd bring hubby," she said. "Hi, Robert. Nice cock." She nodded toward his half erect member protruding above his pants.
"Hi, uh, thanks."
"Gotta go," Patty said then. "Time for act two. Don't worry about Charles seeing you. He doesn't have his contacts in." She closed the window and returned to the bed just as her husband returned with his cock every bit as hard as it had begun.
Later, she'd tell him about their audience. Not now. At this moment she wanted to fuck her brains out and wish the whole world could be watching.