7 comments/ 20817 views/ 8 favorites To See or Be Seen By: Catmoore Author's note: If you check my bio you will see what I was wearing in the story. I watched with amazement and increasing excitement as the tall well-built, dark skinned guy and the statuesque blonde stood facing each other just a short distance apart. She was wearing a yellow, sleeveless minidress with silver buttons up the front, he was wearing a mid-thigh length, black silk dressing gown. He was barefooted, she was wearing silver, strappy high heels; her toenail were painted blue, I noted. He reached up and undid the top bottom of the dress, the blonde didn't flinch, but with a slight, enigmatic smile on her face she looked into his eyes. I felt my husband, Richard, grip my hand and squeeze it as slowly the buttons were undone. One by one they came out of the buttonholes and the front of her dress parted slightly. With the dim lighting it was hard to discern what she was wearing under the dress. That is until the man pushed it off her shoulders, she shrugged and the garment slithered down her body to the floor. She was naked, apart from her shoes. He held her hand and led her across the room towards the floor to ceiling windows. There was a raised area with a pink, velvet covered chaise- longue in the centre that was lit by a spotlight. He sat her on that. She placed her hands demurely in her lap and once more looked at him. They both smiled as he undid the robe. Slipping it off I gasped when I saw that he was not only naked and had a wonderful body, but that he was stunningly erect and very big. The blonde was gorgeous. Probably in her late twenties she was tall with long, long legs, had absolutely no excess flesh anywhere on her body and she had a fantastic figure with elegantly full breasts. They made a lovely couple. He joined her on the couch and they kissed. They caressed each other as slowly they started to make love. She leaned forward, her blonde hair tumbling onto his stomach and legs and took his cock in her hands. Brushing the hair away so we could see what was happening I found it incredibly exciting when she offered the thick cock to her mouth for she could only just about get her lips round it. I felt Richard gripping my hand even harder and realised that he was becoming as aroused as I was. After a few minutes the man returned the favour. Pushing her back he lifted her legs up so her feet were on the chaise and opened her legs. The pink wetness was like a beacon flashing at us and staring at a woman's pussy did things to me that I would never have imagined. The sight was soon lost, though, for his head slid between the slender thighs and he licked her to a small orgasm. They eventually fucked with her legs draped over his shoulders. * "No" I gasped as Richard kissed me hard and long directly we got back to our hotel room. "I have never seen anything as exciting." "Nor me" he grunted as we got his trousers off. "I wanted you as that stud had her" he went on as simultaneously it seemed he shoved his hand up my skirt and scooped my boobs out of my bra and the low cut, black cocktail dress. "And I wanted to be fucked" I groaned rubbing his familiar cock that had been in me so many times during our twenty plus years marriage. "Did you want to be fucked there?" He asked pulling the skirt of my dress up round my waist. "Yes right there." "In front of everyone?" "Yes" I groaned half worried that I might be admitting too much. Turning me round and pushing me against a large floor to ceiling mirrored wardrobe he yanked my panties down. Not far not even to my knees, but just far enough for him to get his cock between my legs. "And I wanted to fuck you like this right there too" he whispered as he shoved his cock in me and began to fuck me. It was quick and energetic. There wasn't much finesse or tenderness, but they weren't needed. What was needed was what we had, raw, almost dirty sex where we were both still dressed as we used the other to stem the want that watching the live sex show had built up on both of us. * Richard is a corporate lawyer, a highly successful one. We were in Copenhagen visiting a prospective new client, a family brewing company which was considering a public offering in London and New York, which would be worth millions to the firm if Richard could land it. He had been in endless meetings with the board and their advisers and we had been invited to a farewell dinner with several directors and their partners; about twenty of us in all. The dinner was held in a suite on the top floor of a hotel overlooking the harbour. As the men smoked cigars and we all sipped liqueurs the Chairman said. "I hope Richard that you and your wife aren't stuffy with your attitudes are you?" Smiling Richard replied that he didn't think we were. The Chairman went on to say that Danish people were very open and advanced in their attitudes. I already knew that from the number of sex shops and clubs I had walked past on my shopping trips and from conversations with a few Danes I had met on various holiday. "Then you will be comfortable watching a live sex show?" I gulped not sure how Richard would react. Apart from him photographing me in various stages of undress and touching myself, our sex life is straightforward. "No that'll be fine won't it darling?" A fleet of Mercedes was waiting downstairs and they ferried us to the club that was near to the Tivoli Gardens. * Richard and I lay on the bed naked after having had sex. "You sure you are ok with it Cat?" "Yes Richard, it's a bit like the photography really." "How?" "That brought out an exhibitionist tendency I didn't know I had." "And what tonight brought out a voyeuristic one?" He asked draping his arm round my shoulders. "Well yes, but more than that. What did it do for you?" "I told you I wanted that to be us." "What to have sex in front of an audience" I asked feeling my arousal starting again as his fingers brushed across the swell of my ample 35 C breasts. I reached down and felt for him. I was amazed to find that his cock was semi-erect. I stroked it. "Mmmmm that's nice" he sighed pushing against my hand as I felt him growing. I cupped his balls. "Yes I wanted to fuck you with them looking on, didn't you want that?" Just before bending and taking my husband's cock into my mouth I whimpered. "Yes Richard I did." * "You remember what happened in Copenhagen? He asked a few weeks later. I was sitting naked in front of my dressing table mirror drying my ash blonde, shoulder length hair getting ready to go on yet another client dinner. "What the club?" "Yes." "Of course." "Well I have an idea. That is of course if you meant what you said." "What do you mean?" I asked standing up to get my underwear. "God you do look good Cat" he said coming across and taking me in his arms. "You've got pretty much the same figure as when we married." "Well these are a little larger" I smiled touching my boobs. "Yes and that's just good news but elsewhere there's not much difference is there?" "No still the twenty six inch waist and thirty six inch hips." "And" he smiled reaching down and running his fingertips up my legs. "These still go right up to your bum" Richard went on playfully smacking my bottom. "Darling if you go on like this we'll end up in bed and we don't have time do we?" "No more's the pity." "So what's this idea." "Did you really mean what you said when we got back to the hotel?" "How do you mean?" "Don't play coy young lady. I mean about you wishing it was us doing that in front of the audience." Slipping into my panties and feeling a little embarrassed to be discussing the topic I replied. "Well I did at the time?" "And now?" "I don't know, what about you?" "I would like to do that Cat. I have hardly stopped thinking about it." "What us having sex as others watch." "Yes, but also watching others. I got as much from watching as I think I would from being watched." "Yes so did I" I admitted. He went on to explain that he had found a website that organises small groups of three or four couples especially for that. "What swingers?" I asked feeling disappointed that he would even think I would do that. "No the site is very clear on that. It's for exhibitionists and voyeurs......." He paused before smiling and adding. "Like us?" "Really" I said fastening my bra and pulling my tights on. "Is that what we are?" "Well could be." "Wouldn't it be dangerous, you know lack of confidentiality?" He said that he had read the site carefully and had exchanged emails using his private MSN as opposed to his company Outlook. You don't give your name, everything is paid in cash and the group meets at neutral locations. Ready, just as the car arrived we went off on our client dinner and had no chance to discuss it further until we got home. "So how about trying it?" Richard asked when we were in bed. I was wearing the thigh length tee shirt I always wore in bed. "I'm not sure I could go through with it" I told him as I felt him press his full erection against my bum. He was naked and clearly wanted sex. "You were the same about me photographing you and look at you now." "That's just us though, there would be others involved with this." "Well darling that is an essential ingredient for both exhibitionism and voyeurism isn't it?" "Alright smartarse" I smiled rolling over, sitting up, pulling the tee shirt off and grinning. "Look at these then, who's the voyeur and who's the exhibitionist?" * Richard set everything up. It was all done by email and telephone calls. He explained that the site was a sort of cooperative being funded by people who participated and organised by a couple based in Newcastle. It was non-profit making. The process was that a couple, us for instance, submitted their details with usernames and photos. These would be circulated to all the 'members' who could then ask to be paired with them. These would be on a regional basis, so there was no need to travel. A number of hotels, which had been used in the past had been chosen. Richard had been told that these each had a large suite which would be rented for the night. That would be paid for by the organisers and split between the three or four couple taking part. With the booze that was laid on, the cost of the suite and a hundred pounds a couple fee to cover the maintenance of the site and other expenses the night would cost a reasonable three hundred pounds a couple. "It's organised for Friday week" he told me on the phone. "Where?" "The Marriott at Slough." "Is that the one on the M4 that you pass going to Heathrow." "Yes exactly." The days dragged by as Friday approached and as it did my nervousness and apprehension grew. I was scared that I would lose my nerve and not be able to go through with it and I was worried that it might be some form of scam. I was apprehensive about how I would feel and behave having sex in front of the other couples, but overall I was enormously excited. I suppose I had a conflict between wanting to savour the experience and explore both my voyeuristic and exhibitionist urges and getting involved in something like this. But as Richard pointed out none of the others know us and we never need to see them again, it's completely anonymous. Getting ready on the Friday afternoon I could hardly stop my hands shaking and several times I almost called Richard to cancel it. I was being collected by a car provided by Richard's firm and we would meet him at Slough station with him travelling out from London by train. I dressed carefully wearing a blue cashmere sweater and a black, fairly tight pencil skirt. I wore underwear to be undressed in for I wore black holdups, and matching flesh coloured panties and bra that were edged with black lace and had grey spots on them. The panties were really little shorts and very tight thus, accentuating my pubic mound and the cheeks of my bum. I had trimmed my landing patch of tawny pubes and was wearing clear varnish on both my finger and toenails. As an afterthought for some reason I draped a string of pearls round my neck and outside the high necked sweater that had a collar and three buttons. I felt good, but knew from looking at the photos of the two other couples I knew I had to. Sue and Greg were much younger than us or the other couple, probably early thirties. She was tall and slim, willowy I suppose would describe her figure, with golden blonde hair and a trim, slim figure. He was average looking and build with very short, cropped hair and a lovely smile. It was their first time as well. Jayne and Tom were about our age and they had done this several times. She was a big girl all round. Tall with masses of chestnut, wavy hair she had big features, big eyes, big lips and big tits claiming to be a thirty eight double D, which from her photo was totally believable. Tom was a George Clooney look alike and very handsome. He looked to have a good build, a nice smile and a glint in his stunningly blue eyes. "Ok darling" Richard said as he got into the car. "Yes just about" I replied leaning across so he could kiss me on the cheek. "You look good" he whispered. "Thanks." "Especially these" he whispered touching my boob in the tight sweater. "Don't, he'll see" I whispered back. "That's what we are supposed to like" He smiled. The number of the suite had been emailed to Richard as he was on the train so we went straight up to the suite. The plan was to have dinner, relax and get to know each other before moving on to the serious part of the evening. Both couples were already in the suite and we introduced ourselves and exchanged air kisses and pecks on the cheeks. Standing in a circle in the lounge of the suite Tom said. "Ok let's get the boring bits out of the way first." He collected the money and went on to explain that this was for everyone's pleasure and that if anyone wanted to stop at any time that was fine. He said that we could use both the lounge and bedroom that we all went into. It was large with a huge bed that Tom described as. "Being big enough for six." We all laughed rather nervously. "You'll all note the floor to ceiling windows over here" he went on adding something I didn't understand at the time. "We can use these how we wish and of course the wardrobes." He pointed to the two walls of mirrored doors. "That's why we use this place, so everyone relax and enjoy yourselves. Please remember, though why we are here and that is not to change partners. If you want to do that please make separate arrangements." We had a nice dinner served in the suite, drank a reasonable, inhibition reducing, but not excessive amount of wine and got to know each other. It had got dark outside as we sipped coffees and brandies and Tom went round the room turning the lamps on. He went into the bedroom and closed the door behind him presumably to make a personal call I assumed. Returning to the lounge and closing the bedroom door behind him he moved behind Jayne who was still sitting at the table with Richard on one side and Greg the other. I was next to Greg. "So my darling" he said so his wife as he kissed the top of her head. "I guess it behoves us to get this show on road doesn't it? "Mmmmm what a good idea" Jayne replied turning and lifting her face so Tom could kiss her. She was wearing a beige with black flashes, shirtwaister style of dress that was cut quite low at the front and back. It was tight at the top and displayed her splendid cleavage very clearly. She looked great. As they kissed Tom slid his hands over her shoulders and down the top of her chest until his fingers slipped just inside the neckline of the dress and rested on the swell of each breast. They broke the kiss and both roamed their gazes around the four of us. They were smiling as Tom's hands slid further so that both were now inside the dress on Jayne's tits. He cupped both boobs and then lifting his hands he fumbled both of them inside Jane's bra. I was immediately aroused and began to wonder whether I was more a voyeur than an exhibitionist! My excitement and by the look on Richard's, Sue's and Greg's faces, their's as well, increased massively when Tom eased his wife's breasts out from both her bra and the confines of the dress. She looked amazing sitting there with the dress still almost in place, although one strap had slipped down her arm, with her big tits bare seemingly taunting us. Her husband cupped them again and this time he took her surprisingly dark, large nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and pinched them. Jayne gasped and both Sue and I recognised immediately the sensation that had made her do that. For my part as Tom pinched and pulled Jayne's nipples it was as if he was pinching mine. Tom beamed us all a big smile. "Feel free to join in anyone!" Greg and Sue stood up and embraced. Richard looked at me and nodded and we stood up too. Sue was wearing a long, blue dress with a slit up either side. It came down to her ankles and was high round the neck having a halter collar. It was cut quite low at the back, certainly lower than where her bra strap would have been confirming the suggestion from the outline of her nipples at the front that she wasn't wearing a bra. Greg took her in his arms and they kissed at about the same time that Richard and I did. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Greg fiddling with the halter collar and then that came undone and he pulled the top down exposing her small, pert boobs. My heart started to beat faster. He didn't stop there, though, and as they kissed so he pushed the dress downwards slowly revealing all of her body. She was lovely. Wearing a white, lacy suspender belt and long white stockings her legs were beautifully slender and her tummy annoyingly flat. Over the suspenders she had a white thong that reared up round her hips before plunging down to vanish between the rounded fullness of the cheeks of her lovely bottom. They looked really great kissing each other as their hands roamed up and down the others body with Sue's pulling his shirt from his trousers. I was so involved watching the exciting scenes with Jayne and Tom and Greg and Sue unfold I had quite forgotten about Richard and me. The feel of his rock hard erection against my stomach and his hands firstly stroking and then cupping my bum cheeks through the thin, black skirt pulling me more firmly against him brought me up to speed. I squirmed myself against him as the realisation that the others would be watching him squeezing and rubbing my ass hit me. As I knew that both other couples were undressing I didn't know whether to keep my eyes closed or open them and blatantly look around; again the voyeur or exhibitionist conflict was kicking in! That excited me even more and I kissed him harder as I fiddled the buttons undone on his white shirt. His hairy chest felt wonderful as I ran my fingers through it. But even more exciting was what Richard was doing to me. I had my back to the others and I felt him reach down and take hold of my skirt by each of my hips. Then marvellously, excitingly wantonly almost I felt him easing it upwards. The hem travelled up from behind my knees, up my lower thighs and onto my upper legs. I was pretty certain now that the others would be able to see my stocking tops and that excited me, but nowhere near as much as I became when I felt the hem continuing upwards. It went across that patch of skin above my stocking tops, onto the black lace edging my panties and further until the skirt was bunched round my waist. I am pretty happy with my bum and I knew that would look good in the thin, tight, grey spotted panties. Although I carry a little extra on my upper legs I knew that the black of the holdup stockings would hide that so overall I felt pretty comfortable flashing my rear at the others. I was also comfortable when Richard slid his hands inside the panties and cupped my bare cheeks; it felt so wonderfully sordid. To See or Be Seen "Might I suggest something" I heard Tom say. We all turned to look at him and I was enthralled and aroused by the sight. Tom was just wearing boxers and Greg had his shirt off and trousers undone. Sue was wearing just her white suspender belt and stockings with her thong pushed down so that it was mid-thigh; she was shaved. Jayne's bra and dress had been removed and she stood there with her big, rather pendulous tits hanging down. She looked very sexy though, for she was wearing a pale grey basque that stretched from a few inches beneath her boobs to the swell of her sturdy hips. That also had suspenders, which were holding up a pair of retro, flesh coloured, seemed stocking the tops of which were mid-way between her French knickers and her knees. Tom went on. "That we all adjourn to the bedroom, as I said the bed is large enough for all of us, but there are chairs and of course the floor has a very thick carpet." In our varying stages of undress we shuffled into the bedroom and realised what Tom had done when he went in there earlier. The room was lit by a number of candles which flickered and created a truly romantic environment. Although the room was large by hotel bedroom standards we were all quite close together standing around the huge bed that seemed to dominate the room and be such an alluring and attractive symbol. I would never have imagined that I could stand with four total strangers with my skirt bunched round my waist as I looked at two women with bare breasts. As unimaginable as that would have been just a short while ago, even more so was how aroused I felt simply looking at the others and being looked at. "Er Cat" Tom said dragging me out my near trance. "Yes Tom." "Do you not feel er.....a little overdressed?" He asked as I saw all the eyes look at me. "Oh I see, sorry" I mumbled realising I was the only woman with her breasts covered. "If you prefer not to please don't, there's never any pressure." "No, no it's fine" I stammered. I undid the string of Majorcan pearls that Richard had bought me recently and laid it on a small table. I was wearing it outside the tight, blue cashmere sweater and a necklace always gets tangled when you have to pull a sweater over your head. Taking the hem in both hands I pulled the sweater up and over my head. Dropping it on the table with the pearls I shook my head and ran my fingers through my hair. Those movements made my boobs jiggle and stretched the bra tightly across them. I looked up and my heart pounded even harder when I saw the eyes of both the men and women staring at me. I pushed the bunched up skirt down over my hips and down my legs and let it fall to the floor in a crumpled mess. I wondered just what it would be like when I went home and wanted to put it on a hanger, but that seemed a little churlish given what was going on with the six of us. As the skirt slid away from me I ran my eyes round the others gazes, shuddering and shivering slightly at the sensations I gained from seeing them staring at my body. It was a fantastic feeling and I went into a slight daze. I knew that the grey spotted bra edged with black lace was on the tight side; my boobs seem to expand and contract for no reason. I also knew and I guess this was somewhat purposeful that my tits would appear to be spilling out of it and that the thin material would be stretched tightly across each boob clearly illustrating my nipples if they hardened, as of course they had. I also knew that the front of the panties would be moulded to me emphasising the shape and size of my pubic mound at the front and at the back the material would be edged into the crease between my cheeks. Knowing all those things and realising 'my audience' would also note them sent even more shudders and rumbles though me. I was beginning to understand just what exhibitionism was all about. Richard saying "Here let me" as he came up behind me and fumbled the clasp on my bra strap open brought me out of that daze. Realising that I was going to bare my breasts for four strangers sent more powerful feelings through me. I knew that it was really not that much different from going topless on a beach or, more so round a pool, but then those situations do not have the sexual connotations that this had. As my bra fell away and they all looked at me I felt fantastic. It was like I felt when Richard photographed me; I wanted to flaunt my body and I wanted them to look at me. Tom muttered. "Mmmmm very nice Cat, thank you." Richard turned me round and took me in his arms. Just before he kissed me he muttered. "Thanks darling, you look wonderful." He was stunningly hard. Despite being with two other couples it seemed natural to fumble in his trousers to find it. "Hold on" he said pushing his trousers and boxers down in one go so that he was naked. I was surprised and pleased I have to say. Richard was clearly getting into flaunting his body as much as I was. Stroking his cock I whispered. "You old tart I didn't know you had it in you." He murmured back as his fingers dug into the softness of my bum. "A bit of kettle and saucepan there you old slut." We kissed deeply comfortable together in this new adventure. I heard noises from the bedclothes and glanced at the bed. It was an opportune time to do that for Greg was lying on top of Sue whose open legs were wrapped round her husband with her ankles crossed in the small of his back. He had just started to fuck her. At the same time I saw that Jayne was lying on her back on the bed her legs open and dangling down the side. Tom was kneeling between them his hands on her thighs holding them open his mouth on her pussy. I could hear the licking, slightly slurping sounds as he 'ate" his wife. If anything that was even sexier than the slapping sounds as Greg's ball smacked against Sue. "Fuck me Richard" I groaned now totally out of it and so turned on I didn't care about anything other than my sexual satisfaction. "Now?" He rather unnecessarily asked. "Yes right now" I growled as I pumped his cock probably a little too quick and hard. "How do you want it?" "Doggy" I grunted, relishing the deeper penetration from that position. I felt his hands slide into my panties and start pulling them down. God that felt amazing. I glanced at Tom and Jayne and my heart leaped when I saw that they were watching Richard and me. The panties slithered down my legs and I turned towards them flashing my narrow landing strip at them. They smiled encouragingly as Jayne clambered onto the bed and lay on her side facing both us and the other couple. Tom lay behind her in a spoon position. I watched fascinated as the voluptuous woman lifted her rather plump thigh so that through the gap in her legs I could see that Tom was pressing his cock right against her lips. The sound of that whooshing up her and the groan of pleasure that came from Jayne's mouth could well have been the most erotic sounds I had ever heard. "Lie on the bed and kneel on the floor" Richard grunted manipulating me into place. I was staring at Jayne, our faces just a few feet apart, and looking at Sue and Greg as they fucked when I felt my husband entering me. It was such a wantonly erotic, but nevertheless tender and caring and, above all else, hugely intimate situation. My love for my husband seemed to increase as he started to make full love to me as we looked at our new friends and they looked back at us. Prior to coming to the hotel I had thought I would be very inhibited, that I would not be able in front of others to give vent to my feelings and that I would be embarrassed by the noises of sex and sounds I make. Far from it. I felt totally comfortable, groaning and moaning and asking Richard to fuck me harder for the other couples were doing all those things. I also wasn't the slightest embarrassed as I climaxed. I didn't' scream or anything like that, but then I never do, but I grunted, sighed and moaned as everything became a blur of orgasmic shudders and sexual satisfaction. I think Sue and Greg finished first just ahead of us and we were followed by Jayne and Tom, which was fair enough given this was their fourth time 'performing' as they called it. We all lay on the bed for a while, but then eventually got up and used the toilets and bathrooms. I slipped into the shorty silk gown I had brought with me on the advice of the organisers. We all met up in the lounge dressed in our various robes and had a few more drinks. We all got on so well that it was almost as if we had known each other for years, but then when you have all made love in front of each other, maybe that's not so surprising. I guess it was about an hour later when Sue sat on Greg's lap signalling the start of the second round. This time we didn't use the bedroom, but had sex on the sofas, chairs and floors. * At home that night we talked at length and despite having had sex the two times earlier we made love again at around two in the morning. Although talking about the evening and discussing our feelings had aroused both of us Richard needed some help to get fully hard. I decided to suck him, something I didn't do that often. As I felt him growing in my mouth I wished I had given him head in front of the others. I worked hard and gave it all I had using my hand as well as my mouth on his cock and balls. I could feel him responding, his cock hardened even more and seemed to pulsate as he started to fuck my face with his thrusts finding the same rhythm as my mouth. "Quick I'm cumming" he grunted. "Good" I mumbled with his cock still in my mouth. But then somehow it slipped out. Either, I moved or, he withdrew too far, but suddenly it was out of my mouth and I was holding it. It was pointing at me, the tip slightly above my face and just a few inches away from my eyes when it exploded. The sperm shot from his cock and splattered onto my forehead and cheeks with one small stream going across my eyes. "God sorry darling" he muttered. Smiling I whispered back. "Don't worry Richard, perhaps at our next performance we should do that."