Cynthia, Female, 33

	- Wife of Ray

	- 5'7, 140lbs, tanned beige skin, long blonde hair

Ray, Male, 35

	- Husband of Cynthia

	- 5'10, 175lbs, freckled tanned beige skin, short chestnut-brown hair

Lanying, Female, 20

	- Neighbor of Cynthia and Ray, college student

	- 5'2, 110lbs, almond-cream skin, black hair cut straight at neck

Cynthia had spent the previous three hours getting ready for the exciting moments to come. She'd washed her long blonde hair and spent time brushing it out before twisting it into a simple braid left to hang between her shoulder blades. She touched up the shave between her legs where a couple of light hairs had poked through. The woman slipped on a see-through black bra and a pair of matching tanga panties, a nice hint of her areolae and pussy visible underneath. The tanga cut had wavy edges and pulled tightly up into the cleft between her buttocks, making them appear more rounded and firm.

Over her panties, she slipped on a tight red miniskirt that she hadn't worn since before she'd married Ray. The bottom of the skirt stopped at the top of her tanned thighs. Over her bra, Cynthia slid into a flowing white blouse which was somewhat transparent, allowing the dark brassiere underneath to be easily seen.

A bit of makeup on her cheeks and eyebrows, and a bright red lipstick were added. She spritzed on a bit of rose and peach perfume, swiping just a touch on her thighs. Cynthia knew Ray loved her natural scent, but it drove him wild to sniff the sweet smells of her favorite perfume when he ate her, as well. On her feet, Cynthia wore sleek, black ankle strap heels, adding a bit of height to her slender five-seven frame. She always enjoyed wearing the heels. They made her feel sexier, pushing out her butt nicely in whatever she wore, and with the tight miniskirt covering her ass, the lovely curves of her hips and buttocks were taken to another level.

Ray had showered and shaved, giving his pubic hairs a quick touch up. Cynthia had been tempted to step into the shower to help him get ready. His cock had been erected all afternoon, his excitement for their anticipated close encounter with their young voyeur had him eager to pass the hours quickly. Cynthia was thrilled that her formerly-reluctant husband was finally learning how arousing it was to be seen. Cynthia had long-understood the way showing off her naked body had made her feel sexy and turned on. It probably didn't hurt that their voyeur was a pretty twenty-year old Asian woman. Cynthia laughed to herself while Ray was finishing in the bathroom. Whatever it took to get her husband up to speed on the thrills of being exhibitionists was alright with her. She hoped he found the encounter so exciting that he wanted to expand their play and their opportunities to be seen in the future.

She lit several candles scented of orange and jasmine, enough light that they could be easily seen in the room but still leaving an erotic, playful ambiance. Ray put on a playlist featuring soft jazz, mostly instrumentals in the nu jazz and lounge styles, a handful featuring sultry female vocalists with haunting, passionate voices. It was one of her favorite collections, though they hadn't listened to it lately. They'd been caught up in being heard by their voyeur and the music would only have made it harder to share their arousal with the young woman outside.

"Ready?" Ray asked her as he stepped out of the bathroom. He looked grand, a grey dress shirt and slim red tie matching her skirt, dark slacks smoothed out and tightly fitting around his hips. Ray's face was cleanly-shaven, smelling of the spiced, musky cologne he knew Cynthia loved.

She patted his ass and cupped a buttock, giving it a quick squeeze, smiling as she replied, "So ready..."

The doorbell rang. It was exactly eight-o-clock.

"Let's go fetch our little voyeur," Ray purred.

- - -

The door opened and Lanying felt butterflies take flight in her stomach. She was nervous, excited, eager to experience the couple's intimacy from up close. Her pussy was already wet and swollen with anticipation. She hoped that, whatever happened, she didn't do anything embarrassing or offputting. Lanying had no experience with sexuality around others beyond her one-sided enjoyment of the voyeuristic opportunities in her life. She didn't really know what to expect or how to act or even what, if anything, she should do beside sit there quietly and take pictures.

Cynthia opened the door and Lanying's somewhat-embarrassed smile broadened. She tried to look at the woman but found her shyness pushing in. The red miniskirt the woman wore was tight and short, her beautiful tanned thighs slightly parted where they flowed out and down to lovely dark heels. Cynthia's blouse was tight and see-through, her dark bra visible beneath. The woman's face was made up somewhat, enhancing her lovely features. While Lanying couldn't quite make eye contact, she knew the woman was smiling back at her with excitement.

"Lanying! So great that you've come. You do look beautiful!"

Lanying felt herself blushing, a bead of sweat trying to form on her forehead. "Ah... th-thank you. You also. Beautiful..."

The woman giggled and said, "Well, come in! We're all ready for you."

Lanying stepped inside and paused while the door was closed. She didn't see Ray just yet.

"Would you care for a drink?"

Lanying nodded. She was, perhaps, a sheltered young woman up until she came to America, only once or twice enjoying some rice wine her grandparents made, but since arriving in Philadelphia, she, like so many underage college students, had enjoyed alcohol.

"Anything in particular? We have a full bar," Cynthia explained.

Lanying shrugged, remaining silent.

"I'll surprise you then. Please," the woman suggested, "have a seat in the living room. Ray's in there with a drink of his own."

Lanying slowly made her way to the room and sat on the edge of one of two couches available, Ray on the other. He greeted her as she came in, then once she was seated said, "You look simply lovely, Lanying. That skirt really enhances your gorgeous skin..."

She blushed again, aware that she had already crossed and uncrossed her legs twice. It never occurred to her that she might have given Ray a quick peek underneath her skirt.

- - -

Cynthia purred to herself as she mixed drinks for her and Lanying, a simple combination of pineapple and rum with a few cubes of ice. The young woman was incredibly beautiful, and seeing Lanying's bared midriff had been a thrilling moment for Cynthia. Lanying's stomach was toned and the lovely color of almonds and cream, perhaps just a shade lighter than the skin on her face and arms.

Cynthia had experienced many fun nights in her life where she got to play the exhibitionist. She still remembered the first time, when she was about fourteen, that she'd been certain a man seated at a nearby table in a small restaurant had gotten a clear view up Cynthia's skirt, just a pare of beige cotton panties covering her sex. The first time someone had seen her pussy that way was a few years later, an older woman in her fifties, perhaps, had not looked away when a seventeen-year old Cynthia had uncrossed her legs, stretching, allowing the woman a chance to see the teen's bald cunt for a few seconds before the view was obscured again.

It thrilled her to no end to show people her body, and during her first marriage, there were many such moments, many firsts, where her excitement for such acts rose beyond what she could have imagined. Cynthia's first experience at a swinger's club had been one of the best, her body nude except for stockings and a garter belt, her breasts freely swinging, her genitals easily seen even in the modest light of the red and orange-tinted room. Several men and a couple of women watched her ride her husband that night, and when she rose off him to suck his cock to completion, Cynthia had purposefully pushed out her ass, on her knees, so that those behind her could clearly look at her private flesh glistening with excitement.

This was going to be one of those nights, Cynthia thought. In her own bedroom, she and her second husband would share something new, something exciting, with the beautiful young Asian voyeur who lived next door, a lovely college student who clearly enjoyed watching what Cynthia and Ray were willing to show her. Cynthia felt herself growing wet with anticipation, so happy that Ray was finally capable of understanding her needs, her urge to be seen. Maybe it was more about how Lanying herself turned on Ray, but Cynthia didn't care about the why. He wanted them to have sex in front of the young woman again, and it gave Cynthia the opportunity to really experience the thrilling moments when someone else was watching her naked body.

- - -

"Here you are," the woman told Lanying, handing her a glass filled with a yellow, iced cocktail, "pineapple and rum. Hope you like it."

Lanying nodded and smiled, saying nothing, then took a sip. It was sweet and delicious, so she took a bigger swallow.

Cynthia sat next to her husband and patted his thigh as she sipped from her own glass. Lanying didn't miss that the woman sat with her legs uncrossed, the red miniskirt parted just wide enough to suggest shadows against her crotch, but the details were not visible to Lanying's eyes. On instinct, her shyness made the young student look anywhere but up Cynthia's skirt even though she was dying to get a better view.

The woman smiled, then said, "It's okay. I want you to look," as if she had read Lanying's mind.

The Chinese woman hesitated only briefly, her curiosity overcoming her in-person shyness. Her eyes moved to where Cynthia was slowly spreading her thighs. The woman leaned back slightly and the light in the room was enough to show Lanying the beautiful bald cunt between her legs, Cynthia's genitals barely covered by the transparent black mesh.

Lanying blushed again, but this time, did not look away. She was fascinated by the woman's light features. Her own pussy was dark red and brown, covered with straight, black hairs. Lanying had looked at herself down there many times, using a hand-held mirror to get a good view. Cynthia's vulva looked thin and bright, a pinkness that Lanying had only ever seen on the rare times she'd watched pornography. The lips between Cynthia's thighs were stuck together, forming a smooth, soft clam that only slowly began to part, just enough for Lanying to see a hint of the inner, light pink flesh inside.

- - -

Cynthia purred against Ray as she kept her legs open. Lanying was staring at her nearly-naked cunt underneath the skirt, and it made Cynthia's clit rise in arousal. It was a rather large nub, bigger than one might expect to see, the tip prominently pushed out from the fleshy hood, shaped like a very small penis, and Cynthia could feel it throbbing with each heartbeat, surely exposed enough for the voyeur to see it clearly.

- - -

The hard flesh at the top of Cynthia's slit swelled as Lanying watched. The lips below parted somewhat further, and the woman's clitoris was clearly erect. Lanying could see it pulse in a quick rhythm, almost as if it was trying to be seen.

Lanying was so turned on that she couldn't stop staring even though she'd moments early felt too nervous and shy to be caught looking so closely at the woman's most private features.

Cynthia asked in a sultry voice, "Like what you see?"

Lanying nodded, meeting the woman's eyes for the first time, "Y-yes..."

"Mmm," Cynthia said, flexing her thighs closed and then wide again, "and I love... love... showing you my pussy."

The word pussy made Lanying's own smaller clit swell with arousal. The way Cynthia said that word, an explicit word meant for Lanying's ears, sent tingling excitement through the young student's body. Rarely had she heard such language used, and it had only been since coming to the United States that she even knew what pussy meant. Hearing Cynthia's low tones wrap erotic notions around the word made it even more taboo and thrilling.

For a few seconds, Lanying's eyes moved to Ray's lap. His dark slacks were tented, pushed up by what the young woman was certain was the man's long, erect penis. It had been a thrill to see it the night before, and Lanying's body drew goosebumps to think she would see it again very soon. She saw Cynthia slowly petting her husband's thigh, inching ever closer to where his cock was straining to be released.

Lanying had finished her drink before she realized it. Cynthia's legs closed and the spell was momentarily broken. "Another?" the woman offered.

Her buzz was modest and pleasant, so Lanying shook her head.

Cynthia smiled, "Well, I don't know about you, but I'm feeling rather horny right now..."

Lanying nodded tightly in agreement.

"Got your camera ready?" Ray offered, speaking for the first time since greeting her.

"Y-yes..."

"Good, cause I hope you get some good shots of us tonight. We'll be sure to offer you some nice opportunities..."

Lanying flushed with excitement, grabbing her camera from where she'd sat it on the coffee table.

"Ready?" Cynthia said after standing up and smoothing out her skirt.

"Y-yes," Lanying repeated, the sensation of wetness spreading down one thigh as the young woman stood and readied herself for the arousing experience to come.

- - -

Ray led the way into the bedroom, the fragrant scent of the candle tickling Cynthia's nose as she stepped inside. Shadows danced along the walls and on Ray's shirt, the effect soft and tantalizing. She turned to see Lanying following them slowly, the light rosiness on the shy girl's cheeks such an incredible turn on. The young woman looked flushed already, and Cynthia wondered if the voyeur was as aroused as she.

"Feel free to sit and get comfortable," Cynthia told her, pointing at the oversized cushioned chair which sat along the side of the bedroom, facing the end of the bed. She'd already made sure she and Ray would give Lanying a great view from that spot. Lanying sat and kept her thighs pressed together, hands in her lap holding tightly to the camera, her light-brown lips pursed and slightly swollen with arousal.

Ray came up behind Cynthia and ran his hands over her ass. She moaned lightly at the contact, his fingers soon tracing the curve of her buttocks. Then he moved to press his groin against her butt, his hands wrapping around Cynthia to caress her breasts over her transparent white blouse. Cynthia's eyes closed as she sank into her arousal, her nipples hardening when Ray pinched them gently. She could feel his erection pressing out his slacks where it rested against her ass. Cynthia let herself get lost in front of the voyeur's watching eyes.

- - -

What should I do? Lanying thought to herself, both nervous and turned on, just start taking pictures? She wasn't really sure. The couple's intimacy had begun with Ray touching his wife while he kissed her neck and Lanying felt herself growing more excited by the second as she looked on. Only three or four feet from the couple engaged in foreplay, her own pussy was forgotten while she soaked into the thrill of watching the acts play out so close to her eyes.

Ray turned Cynthia to the side, then bent her over the bed, the woman's red skirt stretching as her ass rounded and pushed out. He smiled at Lanying a moment, then began to fondle Cynthia's backside, squeezing it, then sending two quick smacks on to each buttock. The woman's ass jiggled just a touch, restrained by the tight skirt, the fabric rising up just a touch with each slap.

He spanked her again, harder this time, and finally Lanying remembered to bring the camera up, her fingers shaking lightly. She looked through the viewfinder, setting the focus and snapped her the first image from inside the bedroom, Cynthia's ass perfectly framed with Ray's hand held tight after a hard slap. Click-flash!

The woman began to grunt and sigh, her hips rolling under her husband's smacks. She turned back and Lanying could see the arousal in her expression, mouth open half-way, her eyes dreamy and unfocused. It made Lanying tingle to see the erotic display from only a few feet away. The young student snapped another photo.

- - -

The flash made Cynthia focus as her husband spanked her ass, her flesh stinging slightly but the skirt taking the edge off his smacks. Lanying took another photo, click-flash!, and Cynthia's wetness drooled into her panties, loving the presence of the young voyeur, those almond-shaped eyes so carefully watching her butt being spanked.

Ray yanked her skirt up to her waist, exposing her panty-covered crotch. Lanying clicked the button again, taking a photo of Cynthia's barely-concealed backside, the woman's round buttocks surely reddened and glowing for the voyeur's eyes. Ray ran a hand down her crotch, teasing her pussy a moment, then he spanked her several times, making Cynthia's skin feel sensitive and raw. She absolutely loved that sensation and she creamed herself all over again as he smacked her right to the edge of pain.

- - -

Lanying didn't know what made a woman enjoy the pain of being spanked. It looked like it hurt a lot. Cynthia's face contorted in discomfort with each hard slap, unleashing a sharp cry, her flesh raw and angry under her husband's palm. Yet, Lanying could see a wet spot spreading out on the thin crotch of the woman's transparent panties. Clearly, she was enjoying the pain.

"You love being spanked, don't you..." Ray growled.

"I love it!" Cynthia cried out between gritted teeth. "Uhn! Uhn!"

The voyeur snapped a couple of pictures when Ray stepped away, capturing the angry red flesh on Cynthia's ass. She zoomed in for the last one, able to discern the bald slit and tiny butthole below the see-through underwear. Click-flash!

Her own panties were really soaked by this point, already wet from the anticipation that afternoon, and now that she was watching the couple playing right in front of her, Lanying's hormones kicked into overdrive, her vagina drooling more cream with each picture taken, each smack of Ray's hand against Cynthia's backside.

- - -

Every flash, every click of the shutter, turned Cynthia on like nothing before. It made her aware, every few seconds, that the voyeur was watching, that the young student was seeing Cynthia grow more and more aroused, excited. She wondered what Lanying was thinking. Was she turned on? How could she not be? Cynthia grunted when Ray's hand landed on her sore ass and her pussy swelled, an intense craving to be touched there beginning to fill Cynthia's mind.

Ray's hand swept over her crotch suddenly and Cynthia swooned, pushing back hard against his fingers, forcing him to pay attention to her hard clit which strained for contact. He teased it a moment and Cynthia's body responded by humping his hand.

As if he knew her desires perfectly, he yanked her panties down and quickly off her feet, tossing them on the floor in front of Lanying. Ray pawed her pussy a moment before sliding two fingers deep in her slippery vagina. Cynthia moaned, "Uhnnnnn... Oh... God... Yesss..." Click-flash!

- - -

Cynthia's moans were magical. Lanying had always found the sounds of a woman receiving pleasure to be the happiest tones she could know. If she wasn't in the room with the couple, the young student would have been masturbating fiercely to what she heard. Instead, she trembled with excitement as Ray pulled the woman's panties off and her beautiful bald pussy was unveiled.

The blonde spread her legs as her husband began to finger her. Lanying's camera snapped several close up shots, click-flash!, click-flash!, before pulling back to a few taking in the couple more fully. Click-flash! Lanyings legs were beginning to rock side to side, opening and parting, her arousal growing strong and her urge to seek release harder and harder to restrain.

Ray pulled his shirt off and then his pants. Lanying took several shots of him undressing, and several more when his lovely long penis sprang free and throbbed, sticking out from his groin, two heavy, lightly-hairy balls swinging below.

Lanying watched him pull Cynthia to the corner of the bed, giving the Chinese woman an excellent view of both the woman's breasts and upturned ass as well as Ray's reddish and light-brown penis. In that position, Cynthia could more easily look at Lanying, and the voyeur shuddered when the woman's eyes met hers before dropping down to where Lanying's skirt was flaring just above nervous thighs. Cynthia smiled at her with a dreamy expression and Lanying blushed and looked away for a moment, slightly embarrassed but not so much as to put down her camera or to still her rocking thighs.

- - -

Ray smacked his erect cock against Cynthia's buttocks, small sharp grunts of pain rising from the woman's throat. "Where do you want it?" he demanded.

"In pussy... then my ass..."

Ray growled his approval, "Though so... Put me inside you.."

Cynthia reached back through her legs, still bent over the bed, and grabbed Ray's heavy dick with her fingers, guiding the head to her labia. He pushed in steadily and Cynthia moaned in relief, "Ohhhhhhhh... Ohhhhhh..."

"Mmm," Ray purred, "you have such a nice tight pussy... And our little voyeur here is enjoying watching it get fucked..."

Cynthia bucked at the mention of Lanying, the knowledge that the girl was only a few feet from where Cynthia's pussy just got stretched around Ray's penis. He started to fuck her faster, flashes from the camera signaling the voyeur's continued attention.

Click-flash! The blonde woman humped back against her husband, arcing, click-flash!, the pitch of her voice rising as Ray's cock hammered home, click-flash!, his balls slapping her clit just perfectly. "Ohhhh... Yes.... Ohhh... Yesssss..." Click-flash! Click-flash! "Uhnnn... Uhn-uhn-uhn... Uhnnnn" Click-flash! Click-flash! "I'm cumming!" Burning euphoria rushed out of her clitoris and pussy, flooding her senses, her body moving autonomously as she flailed against her husband. She creamed him and the sounds of squishing penetration were audible between her moans. Click-flash! Click-flash!

Ray stilled and slowed his movements, and Cynthia lowered her chest onto the bed, catching her breath. Her eyes opened and saw Lanying staring at her, mouth slightly open, camera held out, the young woman's skirt rising up to mid-thigh as her legs rocked and flared. Cynthia grinned with approval at the voyeur's interest.

- - -

Cynthia's orgasm had been captured in dozens of photographs by the young voyeur close by. Lanying was on autopilot, almost too caught up watching the fucking couple to remember to hit the button. Despite not having touched herself at all that night, she could feel her body trying to seek release, her clit swollen in her panties. She didn't dare touch herself, she thought, she was only there to watch. Lanying knew that when she went home that night, she'd remember the scene playing out in the many erotic photos she'd taken and her orgasms would surely be the most intense ever experienced.

Ray pulled out of his wife and said, "Want lube tonight?"

After watching the couple the night before, Lanying understood what was going to happen next. Ray was going to put his penis in Cynthia's ass. Lanying shuddered.

The scent of their bodies began to grow in Lanying's awareness: Rich, pungent smells of Cynthia's wet pussy, the briny heat of Ray's sweat, the warm, meaty aroma of genitals rubbing against each other. None of that made it any easier for Lanying to avoid touching herself.

She heard Cynthia reply, "Just lick me..."

Ray smiled, looking at Lanying briefly, then began stroking his cock as he sank down behind his wife. Click-flash!

- - -

Ray's tongue pushed right through her anus. Cynthia's butthole was still just a little tender from the night before, but that's when she loved anal sex the most. It felt more raw that way, the second night, like she'd let her partner really have everything from her body. Having the voyeur there, click-flash!, taking photos of Ray licking her asshole was incredibly arousing, but knowing Lanying was going to be watching when her husband sodomized her made her start touching herself again.

"Goddamn," Ray growled, "you have such a tasty asshole..."

"Mmm... Lick my asshole..." Click-flash!

Ray's tongue pushed wetness inside her butt and then he slid a finger deep into her rectum. Click-flash! Cynthia moaned, the dull soreness barely registering above her arousal. She circled her clit slowly, looking to her side to see Lanying squirming as she watched, barely sitting still, the camera apparently operating on its own. Cynthia grinned and then she gasped and cried out when Ray suddenly pushed his long, meaty cock past her sphincter and rammed it home deep in her ass.

- - -

Click-flash! Click-flash! Lanying barely thought about the photos, holding the camera in her lap now, staring at the intense scene in front of her. She saw Cynthia taking Ray's hard, long penis inside her butthole. Lanying had no idea how that didn't hurt, click-flash!, but Cynthia seemed to enjoy it, the woman slamming herself back at Ray's thrusts. She made eye contact with Cynthia and shuddered, the voyeur and the exhibitionist locking gazes, each in the perfect position, each more turned on than ever before.

Lanying's knees spread wide, but she was barely aware that she might now be showing Cynthia and Ray her panties. Her crotch was burning, swelling. Her thighs clamped down and Lanying cried out suddenly, "Uhnnnn..." Open, and closed again, her ass grinding down and then rising, thighs open and then closed. Cynthia and Ray both stared at her with looks of pure pleasure on their faces while they fucked. Click-flash! Lanying shuddered, ground her hips, spread her thighs, then crashed them together as orgasm rocked her body.

- - -

"Oh, God!" Cynthia cried out when she saw the young Chinese voyeur begin to orgasm. She hadn't even touched her pussy! "Oh, fuck my ass, Ray! Fuck my ass hard! Uhnn.."

- - -

Lanying's world exploded in a thousand starbursts of euphoria, her clit throbbing in release, her pussy creaming into her panties. She'd never experienced anything like it, her breathing fast and hard, her legs splaying open wantonly as she soaked in her bliss. The young woman didn't care what the fucking couple could see under her skirt. Her hips rocked up and down, back and forth, as her climax rippled through her before becoming a warm, soft blanket over her nerves and mind, a smile plastered on her face.

- - -

Cynthia's ass burned as Ray slammed his long cock deep into her bowels, stretching her tight hole wide, the sore ring bruised and raw. Her clit throbbed, straining under her fingers. Lanying's climax had left the girl slumped down on the chair, the voyeur spent and overwhelmed, and the cock in Cynthia's ass began to jerk and spurt a sticky load of cum inside. "Cum in me, Ray! Uhn... Uhn... Uhn... Ohhhhhhh... Cum in my butt! Ohhhhhhh... Ohhhhhh... Ohhhhhh... MMMmmmm... mmmmm..."

Ray's movements stilled and his body came to rest with his dick still half-way inside Cynthia's butt. Cynthia purred with simple, pure contentment. Her glazed expression surely looked well-pleased in the voyeur's eyes, and the look on Lanying's face said she knew that feeling.

- - -

Lanying's last photos were taken as she sat up slowly from the chair, finally closing her legs. Cynthia was sprawled onto her side on the bed facing the voyeur, Ray behind her, spooning the blonde while he nuzzled her neck and caressed her breasts. It was such a lovely moment between the lovers, and as intense and raw as the previous moments had been, this one was soft and gentle and as special and arousing as any of them.

Lanying took three shots of them together on the bed, then after a moment of gathering herself, she rose on trembling legs. She paused, then said, "Uhm... Th-thank you..."

Cynthia smiled at her with sleepy eyes, "No... thank you, Lanying... I'm so glad you were here tonight... mmm..."

"Y-yes... I like... very much... watching."

"I noticed," Cynthia purred. "You don't have to leave... Feel free to make yourself comfortable."

Lanying was a little unsure that she wanted to climb onto the bed with the couple at that moment. She was overwhelmed, her emotions raw, her pussy still drooling into her little panties. She shook her head but smiled when she said, "No... no, thank you... I must go..."

"We should talk again over tea, then," Cynthia offered, "I think we all rather enjoyed that, yes?"

"Yes... I would, uh... like that, yes. Thank you..."

- - -

Cynthia relaxed against her husband long after the front door clicked shut and the voyeur had left their home. Ray kissed her earlobe, sucking it gently, then said quietly, "She came without even touching herself..."

"I saw!" Cynthia gushed, "that may have been the most amazing thing I've ever seen. She just shuddered herself into orgasm!"

"Our little neighborhood voyeur... she's special, that one..."

"So," Cynthia said, "I think you're starting to like being around for my little wild side..."

Ray chuckled. "It took a little time, I know... But, yes... There are some very nice advantages to riding along..."

"You certainly rode me a-long," Cynthia joked, "my butthole is so sore..."

"And still leaking..."

Cynthia purred as Ray carefully caressed her raw, slapped buttocks. He knew just how to bring her to the edge of tears with his hand, over the waterfall of the pleasure next, and then he knew when to take care of her afterwards, to soothe her bruised flesh. She cooed lightly.

"Think she might ever do anything but watch?"

"She wanted to masturbate," Cynthia replied, "I don't know why she didn't. Not that that stopped her from cumming..."

"Yeah, I'd love to watch her play with herself... But, I meant, you know," Ray said slowly, "like you and your ex used to do..."

"Ray," Cynthia said gently, "You're better than him in every way, don't think you need to do what he did with me to—"

"That's not it," he cut her off, "I'm not jealous of him. I mean, no more so than any guy who's never had two women in bed at the same time, but I'm not jealous of him. It's just that... I would love to please two women together, most especially if you are one of those women. And if it was Lanying... I think you'd enjoy that as much as I would..."

Cynthia thought about it a moment. "I would like that... but... let's not rush, okay? She agreed to this because she was a voyeur offered the ultimate peep, right? We don't even know if she has any interest in us beyond that. And if she doesn't, that's fine with me. You know I love showing myself, and if she wants to watch, I'm more than satisfied..."

"Okay," Ray said.

The edge of disappointment in his voice was not missed. "I'm not saying 'no,' Ray. I'm just saying... let's enjoy this thing we accidentally discovered with Lanying. I think you liked her watching, yes?"

"Very much," he said, the smile obvious in his tone.

"Then let's meet her again soon for tea and talk about what we might try next together. I mean, if she wants to come over and watch us fuck again, let's do it tomorrow! But seriously, I have some ideas I want to try. I'm a creative little exhibitionist sometimes. There are some exciting things I've thought about over the years but never have done... with anyone..."

"I like the sound of that," Ray purred, nuzzling her neck again.

His erection was pushing between Cynthia's buttocks and she laughed, "Rein that thing in before it puts another hole in my hole... You tore me up good, Ray... Mmm... so good..."

- - -

Lanying sat on the edge of her bed, grinning, sweating lightly. She was still trembling, no longer nervous, the impact of her night spent with the neighbors not really sinking in yet. She wondered if this was something similar to what it felt like just after losing one's virginity. Lanying felt older, happier, more mature in her appreciation for pleasure.

How she'd cum like that, she had no idea. She dimly recalled her panties shifting just enough, the weight and heat of her thighs moving over her clit, her rocking, grinding motions producing just the right rhythm to set her off. It had been sudden and explosive when it hit her, like every muscle spasmed and then relaxed at once, like the opium tinctures she had to take when she was little. Watching Cynthia and Ray had been an intense experience, one she would never, ever forget.

And she was certain they would ask her over again for a repeat. Lanying had no reservations about going. She'd willingly watch them together any time, any place. She wasn't sure she wanted to do more than watch, but she thought that maybe the next time she might allow herself to slip her fingers into her panties. That would be okay, she thought. Lanying wasn't an exhibitionist herself, she didn't feel aroused by eyes watching her intimate moments, but she understood the thrill of seeing others that way, and, she suspected, Cynthia and Ray liked to watch, too. They'd certainly both cum right after Lanying's surprise orgasm, both watching her shudder and relax in pleasure.

That night, though, she was too worked up and too overwhelmed to do more than shut off the lights and lay back on her bed, pulling the covers over her, still wearing that yellow skirt and those soiled, soaking panties over her tingling flesh. The photos on the camera were forgotten as she sank into her pillow. Lanying purred and sighed, laughing to herself. Maybe America wasn't too bad a place for a little Chinese voyeur like me.