Watching the Wilsons (Carrie & The Wilsons) Read Free

digits deep inside myself. I rolled my head to one side, then the other, pressing my face into the soft pillow. In my head, I wasn’t alone in my bed, I was surrounded by my sexy neighbours on either side.
    The noises from the living room provided a plausible soundtrack to my fantasy, and I rolled fully to one side, my mouth gaping for her nipple, my ass flexing toward his cock. I could taste their skin, feel their warmth, and I jerked hard, coming again. Sated at last, if not forever.
    My unwitting bed partners were talking again, and by the sound of their voices, I was pretty sure they were moving into the kitchen or heading to their room. Confident that I could get to my door without making any noise, I slithered to the edge of my bed and reached for the floor with my toes. Three quiet steps, and I dropped, pressing my back into the wall, just outside of the triangle of dim light cast on the threshold to my room.
    I peered down the hall. They were in the kitchen, I could Mr. Wilson’s side and back. He was still wearing pants, or maybe he’d pulled them on again. No shirt, and I wished I was closer to better appreciate the ripple of muscle under taut skin. He always looked so proper in his work clothes. Knowing what he’d just done, seeing him move around half-naked, hearing him chuckle and murmur sexy sounds at his beautiful wife...Clark Kent and Superman are one and the same person, ya know? And how did I not see him before? I’d thought of him as a generic good looking older man, as Mrs. Wilson’s lucky husband. But now my imagination was running wild. Mr. Wilson was dirty . Hot damn. My nipples were hard and my breasts throbbed at the various possibilities.
    They clinked glasses and I shifted, trying to get a better angle, but the galley kitchen was out of my line of sight.
    “ Do you want something to eat?” Mrs. Wilson asked quietly as they stepped back into the living room, holding hands. He drained his wine glass and nodded at her. Indicating she should do the same? She smiled and sipped daintily instead. She was toying with him.
    They ’d always been affectionate, it was obvious they had an active love life, but this teasing took it to a whole different level. I wanted to take notes, but it didn’t matter. I wouldn’t forget a second of this night.   
    “ Finish your drink, baby,” he growled. “And then I’ll have something to eat.”
    “ Do you want a sandwich?” She blinked up at him and giggled.
    “ You’re too cute when you drink, baby. Bottoms up.” He stalked across the room as she lazily appraised his awe-inspiring torso. Now that he was out of the way, I could secretly return the favour. She was stunning. Soft all over, smooth pale curves that flowed in and out with organic ease. Her nipples were small and dark, a blazing contrast to her skin, and hard. That was obvious even across the dim room.
    I thought of my own nipples, tight and swollen under my t-shirt. They were puffy and almost flat, a pale pink that blended into my skin. We couldn’t look more different, and I wondered if Mr. Wilson would like my nipples. Would he have a preference, or is nipple diversity a good thing in group sex?
    I flushed. The book had skewed my grasp on reality. If they saw my nipples, they’d probably call my parents. No reason to, I was over the legal age limit. I was offended about something that had only happened in my head. I needed to get a grip for more than one reason.
    “ So you don’t mind? About earlier?” she asked him as he strode back, carrying her bra.
    He stopped in front of her, blocking my view, but I could tell from his gestures that he wanted her to turn around. “Baby, I think you kissing another woman is the hottest thing in the world. You don’t need to apologize for that.” I hissed in a breath. She didn’t. Holy crap. And...who? “I like it when you get drunk and slutty.”
    He ’d turned her around again, her back to the wall. His larger body loomed over hers, and