A Condo with Two Views (15 page)

I shouldn’t
have been surprised. With a view of the bay, everyone had
binoculars. Jack had recently bought a pair himself. It enhanced my
uneasy feeling of being under observation. I knew what I had to do.
I knew why Jack wanted me to wear loose fitting track pants. I
slipped my fingers inside the cotton, glancing around me to ensure
no one was too close. I was soaked. Thank God they couldn’t see
that! Jack could probably guess it, but Kurt would have no inkling
how aroused this whole thing made me. Or maybe he did know?

I began to rub
my squishy fingers all around my swollen clit. I kept looking up at
the building. If I had been paying attention when I went to affix
the post it note, I would have noticed the floor, but at the time I
wasn’t thinking about it. Now, looking up at the building, the
reflection making it impossible for me to see inside any of the
windows, was quite likely a man watching me masturbate. Worse, I
liked it.

I came for my
audience. I came for Kurt, and I was certain Jack was watching too.
Face flushed, I lapped up my mess. If I was going to do this, I
might as well do it right. With my job done, I walked back.

Opening our
door, Jack stood there with his arms folded. He motioned for me to
come to him with his eyes alone. I walked over and he grabbed my
ass through my track pants, digging his fingers into my flesh. The
next thing I knew, I was laying on our carpet with my track pants
removed. My pussy still warm and wet, Jack fucked me right on the
living room floor. He pounded my ass into that floor.

It was only
later, lying in bed that we heard from Kurt. Funny, if he wasn’t
convinced about meeting me before, he sure seemed convinced now.
Jack was manning the keyboard. There was no doubt in my mind, that
at some point this mysterious Kurt would have his hands on my
body.

Jack made me
appear willing and interested in Kurt. I could handle that. Until I
realized he was also making me appear interested in the knout!

Chapter 9. Mirror,
Mirror

Jack’s View:

Whichever of us woke up first made the
coffee. This morning
, it
was me. Chloe snoozed while I tidied up a few glasses from the
night before and brewed a pot. I put the music on, but kept the
volume low. After my coffee, I showered and then checked my stock
portfolio on the internet. The day before had been another volatile
one, with the Dow dropping triple digits.

I peeked into the bedroom, and there was
Chloe still snoozing away. I smiled. You know you found the right
partner, when you miss the person simply because they are sleeping
in.

All of the sudden, I could hear drills and
hammers coming from out in the hallway. One of the only
condominiums on our floor that was not completed was the one right
next door to ours. It was a small one-bedroom. The workers had
framed it all in, but had not completed the flooring, drywall or
electrical. The noise must have stirred Chloe awake, as right
afterward I could hear the water running: she was either in the
shower or brushing her teeth.

While Chloe had her coffee and checked her
email, I started some laundry. Both of us realized we had the
entire afternoon free which was a rare treat. Chloe started to
giggle and called me over to look at one of her emails. It was an
invitation from a college friend, who we had last seen at Sarah’s
housewarming party. The invitation was for one of those sex-toy
parties, similar to a Tupperware party, but where sex toys are
sold. A link was provided which Chloe clicked on to show
me.

A website opened for ‘Timmy & Jimmy’s
Sex-Toy Shimmy’. Timmy and Jimmy were identical twins, shown
shirtless, of course, with bodies that looked like they worked at
Abercrombie & Fitch. As long as the hostess could guarantee a
minimum of twenty of her friends, the twins would come over to
display and describe the very latest in vibrators, wands, and
everything sex-toy related. It was a good hook. The hostess would
get 10% of sales and an $80 gift. It was a smart business idea on
the part of the brothers. Their looks, charisma and personalities
would surely charm and lure the women into spending
large.

Mind you, Chloe would never host such a
party at our place. In principle, neither of us would ever want to
make money on the backs of our friends. She actually declined her
friend’s invitation, not even wanting to attend. Besides, we had
two dresser drawers full of our own toys.

We watched
the short promotional video on their website, we
laughed and wondered aloud if the twins ever got any side-action
from their business venture. They were quite flamboyant and dialed
up their charm as much as possible.

“Hmmm…I wonder if we should test how far
Timmy and Jimmy would go,” I said, mischievously.

Chloe groaned, realizing by showing me the
email and link, she’d walked into a trap. Although she groaned, I
also sensed another emotion. The inner turmoil and conflict of a
submissive: she hated the idea of it, yet, she loved the idea of
it. It was scary, yet it was exciting.

“I’d only do it if I could watch,” I
continued.

“
The two-way mirror!” we both shouted,
speaking in unison and laughing about it.

A few weeks earlier, Chloe and I had
half-jokingly talked about creating a window between our living
room and the den. The two rooms shared a wall, and in the living
room, we currently hung a stylish mirror on the exact spot. It was
an antique two-way mirror that we had picked up at a Sotheby’s
estate auction. If there was a glass porthole in the wall behind
the mirror, we’d be able to secretly look in from the den. It was a
fun idea.

Just then, as if it was meant to be, we
heard more hammering and drilling from next door. I thought to
myself,
fuck
it
, and within a minute,
I was in the condo next door talking to the workers. The supervisor
of the crew came over to take a look. He was familiar with our
condo too, as he had in fact worked on it. Many of the units in our
building shared a similar floor plan to ours, and he could
instantly verify that there was no electrical work in the area of
the wall that we wanted to put the porthole in. He estimated it
would take him less than three hours work to cut into the drywall,
and frame it up for a window.

“The only thing I need is the glass itself,”
he said, “and promise me you won’t tell Mr. Sanchez, as he doesn’t
like us doing cash jobs on the side.”

“
I assure you,
I won’t tell Benito anything,”

Chloe looked at me, and shook her head. We
both smiled at each other. I loved how adventurous she was, and she
loved how crazy and spontaneous I was. Two crazy nuts, we were.
That afternoon the supervisor and one of his workers cut the
initial hole in our wall and did some of the necessary drywall
work. Meanwhile, Chloe and I Googled a glass-cutting store and
ordered the size we needed, which would be ready in a few
days.

Later in the week, with the glass in hand,
the workers came back to complete the job. The minor renovation was
completed in no time at all. In the living room, the window was
covered by our antique two-way mirror. In the den, we hung a piece
of artwork over it. All I had to do was remove the painting from
the wall, and presto, I could secretly spy into our living room.
Even if the Timmy and Jimmy scheme doesn’t come to fruition, it was
cool to have this secret window built into our condo.

Chloe rehearsed her pitch before making
the call. She didn’t want me in the room for obvious reasons. She
knew my presence would be a distraction. But I was having none of
that. I
wanted
to listen
to the whole thing. So she took her iPhone in hand and dialed their
number with me listening intently.

At first, there were the pleasant
greetings you’d expect. Chloe introduced herself, and it turned out
she was speaking with Jimmy. She was buttering him up, telling him
she heard all about how fun and exciting their sex-toy parties
were. Jimmy confirmed the pricing details. Chloe listened but then
asked if it was possible for the twins to come over to meet in
person, so she could take a look at the actual sex toys in
advance.

Jimmy told her that, unfortunately they
didn’t do sales calls, and she simply had to trust that the party
would be a success. Chloe looked at me and shrugged. She tried to
push the matter.

“I’m sure I’d be able to get more than 20 of
my girlfriends, but I really just want to see the products
beforehand, and meet both of you so we can discuss timing and
details.”

Jimmy refused again, but before he could
finish, Chloe interrupted him, “Sorry, something is burning on my
stove, let me phone you right back!!” She then abruptly hung
up.

“Plan B,” she said to me, as she scooted
toward our bedroom.

Ten minutes later, Chloe emerged. She was
wearing a sexy negligee that she had purchased at Victoria Secret
for our honeymoon trip. The material was sheer cotton from Egypt,
with her pert nipples very visible through it. She had re-applied
fresh make-up, including bright red lipstick. Her hair was slightly
puffed up, splashing down over her shoulders. Fuck, she looked
hot!

This time she did a FaceTime audio call,
and luckily Jimmy picked up. Funny how different his tone was,
suddenly he was so much more accommodating and respectful. He was
practically bending over backwards to answer her
questions.

“Do you have any nipples clamps?” she teased.
“I really love nipple clamps.”

I knew he was sold when Jimmy called his
brother over and passed him the phone, so Timmy could ‘take a look
and help answer any of the client’s questions’. They both suddenly
had a change of face. Just this one time, they agreed, there was no
reason why they couldn’t make an exception to come and show Chloe
the merchandise in person.
Just this once, of course.

I was shaking my head and smiling in the
background. Men are so predictable.

Chloe gave them our address and hung up,
“They’ll be here in forty-five minutes.”

I was dying to fuck her right on the spot,
right then and there. But we refrained. It was more fun for both of
us to be on edge, while our guests were there. We kissed for what
must have been ten full minutes.

“Master, may I make a request?”

It was unlike Chloe to ordinarily request
anything in a scene, so I was happy to listen. I invited her to
speak freely.

“If I cum tonight, assuming I do, when
they’re here, while you’re watching me, would you consider cumming
at the same time I do?”

I don’t think I was ever more in love. I
told her ‘yes’ and I kissed her again.

When we buzzed them into the building, I
went into the den, closed the light in there, and watched through
the window into the two-way mirror. I wouldn’t be able to hear the
entire conversation, but I could hear certain words when pronounced
loudly enough. When the twins knocked, Chloe looked back over her
shoulder into the living room mirror. She couldn’t see me of
course, but she knew I was there on the other side watching her.
She winked, then turned back to open the door for our
visitors.

Jimmy and Timmy seemed more uneasy than Chloe
when they first stepped inside. They had two large suitcases on
wheels, obviously filled with the goods. Chloe was still wearing
her negligee, and her nipples stood alert, pointy and protruding
from the sheer fabric. The boys couldn’t help but notice.

She offered them a drink, and they chose
beer. Chloe had already maneuvered our coffee table such that she
could sit on the couch facing me. This way, I’d be able to see the
whole thing. After a short, what appeared to be awkward
conversation, they got down to business. Timmy opened up his
suitcase.

I couldn’t quite hear what they were
saying, other than the occasional word. However, when Chloe looked
down toward her own nipples, I could read her lips and guessed that
she was saying something about nipple clamps.

I must have been right, as one of the
brothers, I didn’t know which was which, pulled out a pair of
clamps and I could see him yapping about something.

Finally, with her encouragement, he
affixed them onto Chloe’s nipples, via the outside of her negligee.
I couldn’t really see what they were doing as one guy was blocking
my view.
Move, you fucker.
Finally, he sat in a different position. I now had a clear
picture of the three of them. The clamps were not staying on. I
guess the sheer fabric made them slip. Chloe took off the clamps,
handed them back, then said something to them. After a moment she
pulled down the fabric leaving it under her breasts. Her tits were
beautifully displayed. I was lucky that she sat in a position such
that I could get a full view of her pert nipples.

One brother took the clamp, and with my
wife’s encouragement, squeezed it onto one nipple and then the
other. Chloe nodded, and then the clamps were adjusted. Harder I
assumed. The other brother then removed those and tried some other
sets. My cock was becoming swollen in my pants.

I had a great view. My wife positioned
herself between the twins. With the clamps still in place, it was
time for some new toys to be sampled on Chloe’s willing body. She
started to spread her legs, and I could see both of the men now
sporting big bulges in their pants. By this point, everyone knew
where this sales call was headed. Chloe slowly stood, removed her
negligee and then the matching thong. Sitting back down on the
couch, she lifted her knees up and spread them apart wide, offering
her cunt for merchandise experimentation.