by Al Daltrey
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.
They reached for a tube of lubrication, but Chloe shook her head no. She must have been soaking wet. My wife needed no artificial lubricant. She took one of the twin’s hands and placed his finger toward her hole. Then the other twin had his turn. Chloe arched her back, thrusting her tits toward them as they spread some of her juice on her pinched and aching nipples. I watched as two men simultaneously fingered my wife.
I lost count of the number of dildos I saw, as they took them out one by one and used them on my wife’s pussy. Over and over again, every time they would use one, she would tell them something about it. They brought out a big white wand, and as one guy pressed it on her pussy and clit the other twin pulled on her nipple clamps. She shuddered with pleasure, but managed to deny herself an orgasm.
I wanted to leave the den right there and then to go fuck my wife. Damn! I needed to take my cock out as it was uncomfortable held captive in my jeans. I unzipped, and then removed them along with my Calvin Klein underwear.
I looked up and the twins were feeding on my wife’s tits. Sucking away while they fingered her, they were certainly enjoying themselves. Gentlemen, please get on with it, I needed relief too. Chloe looked up at me through the two-way mirror and smiled gently. She was loving this.
The twins sat up and took something out of the case, it looked like a butt plug, but I wasn’t entirely sure. Then I saw her turn around slowly and bend over, offering her puckered hole as she spread her legs wide. Oh yeah. It was a butt plug alright. They put some lube on her butt hole and easily pushed it up inside her. She squirmed, and when she turned around again, she lowered herself down onto her knees.
I looked for Kleenex for my load which I knew I would be spewing very soon. Walking over to the desk I spied a roll of paper towels. My wife thinks of everything.
The guys stood up, and within seconds, their own clothes were flying off. Seeing their super fit bodies made me realize I might have been ignoring the gym myself lately. I always made sure to maintain a toned physique, but these guys took it to another level. They had the bodies of Olympic swimmers.
Chloe’s mouth wrapped around one of the cocks before her. The other brother stood a foot away. Then she switched. She’d suck one cock for several minutes, and would then go back to the other. Back and forth. One of the brothers shifted position at one point, blocking my view. Without making it obvious, Chloe nudged him back to where he was, and then she sneaked a quick glance in my direction.
From there, they shifted positions and she went from kneeling upright to getting down on all fours. One of the guys positioned himself behind her, and slid his thick hard saliva-wet cock into Chloe’s dripping wet pussy. He began to thrust into her with steady, even strokes. His twin lowered himself onto his knees, and Chloe resumed sucking his cock.
I realized it was the first time I’d ever seen Chloe with all three of her holes filled. One cock was fucking her from behind, with another in her mouth, while the butt plug stayed embedded in her ass.
All the while, my own cock was in my hand, as stiff as anything.
I was pacing my strokes, so that my orgasm would hit when Chloe’s did. Come on baby, do it for me. Take that cock, suck and fuck it. Less than five minutes into the fucking, I heard her begin to groan and I saw her tremble, and I knew it was time. I clasped the end of my cock and squeezed it as I rapidly moved my foreskin up and down. Within a minute, I could feel the pre-cum moisture on the end of my dick. Up and down my hand moved in rapid motion. My chest tightened as my whole body was ready to explode as I watched just on the other side of this glass mirror as my wife sucked a big dick while being fucked too.
All four of us climaxed at the same time. It was a surreal moment.
There was a short rest period, and then it was time for round number two. The brother who orgasmed in Chloe’s mouth now wanted to sample her sweet pussy. She cleverly directed him to sit on the couch. His cock sticking straight up. However, rather than straddle him, she turned her back to him and then lowered herself onto his dick in a reverse cowgirl position. She was facing me, looking directly into the mirror, with a cock spearing into her. He clasped his big hands on my wife’s tits and squeezed them hard while he thrust into her. It was a brilliant move on her part. I could watch her face as she got fucked from behind, another vision I will never forget. For forty-five minutes the two cocks on the other side of the glass fucked my darling in an endless variety of positions until all four of us climaxed again.
They left a bunch of toys for my wife. Any good salesman would have done the same. Chloe put on her robe and saw her guests to the door. After they left, I offered to treat her to a nice hot bath so we could talk about our shared experience. Then my wife giggled.
“Hey, they forgot something,” Chloe said.
“What was that?” I asked, as I swept her into my arms to carry her toward the bathtub.
“There’s still a plug in my ass.” The glass butt plug inserted earlier was still soundly in place.
After a long bath, Chloe fell asleep while I lay beside her. I watched her quietly, thinking, occasionally planting a very soft kiss on her shoulder, ensuring not to awaken her. Love you my angel.
Chloe’s View:
Opening my eyes, I was all alone. No cuddle-time this morning. I knew it was time to get up. Where was my lovely husband? And what the hell was that awful ruckus that I was hearing?
At least there was the smell of coffee. I washed my face and strolled into the kitchen wearing loose pyjamas. Thankfully, there was only one final unit to be finished on our floor, and then all the construction would be over. No more dust in the hallways.
I love waking up to a bunch of emails, and yet I hate waking up to a bunch of emails. There was an email from Holly. It was another in a long series from her. She apologized yet again for stealing Jack’s watches and was happy to tell me she’s trying to retrieve it. She had pawned them off, but now secured a bit of cash and was trying to locate the buyer. Very soon she’d return it she promised. I wrote back asking her to please keep up the effort, and that I was grateful for her good intentions. I was still pissed, but my hope was getting his chain back, especially since it had been given to him by his grandmother. The watches could be replaced, but not the necklace.
I didn’t share the update with Jack because, until I had it in my hand, I couldn’t entirely trust her. What if she needed another fix again? Fingers crossed she’d stay true to her words. She was apparently staying in some scum’s apartment who was being evicted, of course. There were nights I swore she slept on the streets.
I sipped on my coffee and opened my next email. It was from an old college friend with whom I had taken philosophy and a pre-law class. She was inviting me to sex-toy party, which I politely declined. Yeah, no thanks! While Jack and I are crazy and kinky, we don’t mix that world with our close friends.
Just for a laugh, I showed Jack the link. This business was run by twin brothers who were as good looking as a Bradley Cooper. These guys were definitely model material. I’m sure that was part of the appeal. I bet the chicks we
nt nuts with these two working the room. In the video, they displayed all the latest wands, vibes, and clit-ticklers. A typical evening would consist of a one-hour presentation, followed by Q&A, and then they’d set up in a bedroom so each woman could make her purchases in private. You had to admire their entrepreneurial spirit!
To my dismay, the promotional video we watched inspired an idea in Jack. Uh oh. Why is it that with dismay always arrives that persistent tingle in my pussy? I’m such a slut!
I nearly jumped for joy, both of us simultaneously referencing something we’d talked about before which was putting an interior window between the living room and the den. I had it in my head that the den would make a perfect baby’s room, when and if, we had our first child here. I was sure we wouldn’t live in this condo forever, but we’d be here for at least the next ten years, and who knows, by then we might well have started our family. A window between the two rooms would make it super easy to peek in to the baby’s room.
Only Jack and I would be quirky enough to dream up such a scheme.
Serendipitously, a loud banging radiated from the condo next door. It was fate, literally knocking on our door. The workers were right there, and before my coffee could get cold, Jack was over there negotiating. Luckily, I had thought about the size and location of the portal in advance. I quickly covered the furniture and Korhani area rug with spare bed sheets while the men cut through the drywall. Presto. They’d be back later in the week, after we purchased the glass, and the job would be done.
Thursday came in a flash. I just had no idea Jack was going to tell me to make the call, that night! I was caught off guard, but was also nervous about the whole thing. In a way, I was glad to dive right in and see if I could pull it off. I rehearsed in my head and anticipated questions or obstacles. Perhaps they were booked for months in advance? If so, what would I say? The biggest complication of course, was that I wasn’t booking an actual party. Instead, I simply wanted them to make a sales call.