That furrowed brow, that struggle to keep sucking in enough breath to cope, and she was just driving it home how incredible this stupid man was making her feel.
"…Holy shit, Bran…"
Then, briefly, she smiled at me, and strangely, it seemed to me almost loving, like she was saying to me silently that this was all well and good but the only reason she was getting off on this big brutish beast was because I was watching her.
Well. Somehow, my heart was lifted.
Now, they moved again for the next dance, and for some strange reason I found myself calming down. Relaxing. Like she had just confirmed to me that he was just a big sex toy to her, the real eroticism was in having me here. That reassured me I was still part of her world, still valuable to her, still very much needed.
Brandon was lying back on the bed, only this time stretched across it, so that when Zoey straddled him, lining herself up reverse Cowgirl style, she opened her legs and I got the full view of her pretty little flower opening up as she sank down on his shaft.
She touched her clit as she now rode him, and looked across at me again, and there was that smile. She loved me watching.
"Oh yeah… oh, that feels good..."
Taking courage in my reassessment of the situation, I smiled back at her, and she responded by beaming even more brightly at me as she continued to fuck her old sex toy. I felt reassured, rewarded for my suffering. Empowered by objectifying my rival.
With Brandon safely laid out on that bed, Zoey's body was in the way so that even if he did sit up, I was safe from his view.
I hauled myself up now, perching on the edge of my bed, and showed her how hard she was making me.
She licked her lips quite ostentatiously, slowing her movement bounding up and down on Brandon so that she could appreciate her view of me. I touched myself with a couple of fingers, ostensibly to show her more clearly the full promise of my erection by holding it up for her, but the temptation was a little too great to do a little more than just hold it up for her. She gave her head a little shake.
No.
It was subtle, but as clear as a couple of semaphore flags.
You're not allowed to touch it.
She pulled Brandon's cock out of her pussy, but remained in that position, wedging it up against her pussy and her clit now, stroking it with her hand to press it up against her little sensitive button. Rocking her hips back and forth a little as she used his dick as her own personal sex toy.
She looked across at me again, and she was smiling, and it was such a pretty sight even with someone else's dick between her thighs.
Zoey giggled, and I had to admit there was a funny side to all this, a ridiculous side to all this. I couldn't help sharing this new lightness of spirit, though I didn't know the complete explanation for her laughter. I heard Brandon asking what she was laughing at, demanding to know what he had done to amuse her. She just shrugged.
"I don't know… it just seems so naughty…"
She shrugged and skipped daintily off his lap - with almost no warning at all. I had to take evasive maneuvers to get the hell out of the way before he could catch sight of me.
Brandon stayed exactly where he was, flat out on his back, didn't move one iota, didn't see yours truly.
Then Zoey was lifting a leg back over him, facing him this time as she straddled him, guiding his cock back inside her, so that I could watch them from behind, their physical union so graphically displayed, and even more so as she reached both hands back to grasp her butt and spread her cheeks further apart for my own personal viewing pleasure.
Their motion was very slow now, and I guessed Brandon was nearing his end. His long shaft withdrew inch by inch, his flesh made glossy by Zoey's profuse moisture, his veins prominent as he edged towards climax.
And - oh my God.
The tip of his cock slipped out of her pussy, while remaining nestled in her folds, and I saw wetness seeping, almost bubbling out of their union . At first, I thought it a shocking amount of come from a girl. Then I realized it was his come.
"Oh God, that's it…"
She wiggled her butt a little, playfully, dislodging him from his place up against her flesh, and his last few spurts splashed cream all over her pussy. I saw through their legs there were little puddles of come on Brandon's washboard stomach.
It must have been a while since Brandon had had sex, judging by the copious volumes he'd produced, now also dripping from Zoey's tender folds to add to the puddles on his ridiculously toned abdomen. If Zoey was on the withdrawal method, even though most of his come was plastered over her skin, it was still probably time to scurry to a nearby pharmacy.
Yet despite the anguished horror I felt at this moment, my own cock was harder than ever before, my body wracked with this incredible urge to march straight in there and penetrate little miss Zoey Schoenberg myself.