Bella: You know what the great thing is? I get to choose who she goes home with, since you're not here.
Joe: Choose well. If you don't, you're fired.
Bella: Oh I will! But there are a lot of gorgeous guys here, so chances are she's going to get someone hot ;-)
And:
Bella: She tells me she's getting on well stirring the interest of guys in the orchestra.
Joe: I think you're right about her needing to date somebody.
Bella: You know when I got here, she was talking to one of them. A blond guy I think I've seen in here before. Donny, she said he was called.
Joe: I think we've run into him before.
Bella: You know she seems to really like him. The way they were talking. She said to me he's not her type, though.
Joe: What do you think of him?
Bella: He's cute. But needs work. If he has to compete with the kind of guys Heidi can take home nowadays...
Joe: But maybe he's the right kind of guy for a long-term thing.
Bella: Maybe. But needs work.
Anyway. Thankfully, midnight came along and our boss decided to be nice, offering us the chance to go home and sleep if we'd only promise to go back into the office the next day — Sunday — for a few more hours. We were all willing to strike that deal, so time was called until 11am.
I fired off text messages to both Heidi and Bella to let them know I was done at the office.
I had a reply from Bella:
>Okay. You'd better head home. I've decided who gets to have Heidi tonight :-P
I did as she told me, though I was supposed to be the dominant male in this whole relationship. There was certainly no point in going over to Johnny's if Heidi had already taken her one night stand back home with her. I got home as quickly as I could, since Bella hadn't actually told me when Heidi had left the club — there was every possibility she would be left out in the cold waiting for me if I got back. Remembering that she'd been at my place before, and that she knew the code to get in the electronic lock at least made me relax a little on the way home.
As it happened, though, I got home and Heidi wasn't there just yet. I got to use the bathroom and find a glass of wine to help me relax. Then I received a strange text from Bella:
>You might want to get out of sight. My advice: hide somewhere in the bedroom.
My heart started beating uncontrollably. What was going on?
Then I heard somebody entering the four-digit number into the electronic keypad outside my front door. I scurried for the bedroom as fast as humanly possible, my socked feet slipping a little on the wooden floors.
I managed to get out of sight only just in time.
Heidi had brought her new lover to my place.
Chapter Thirteen
"Your ex doesn't mind you... being in his apartment?"
"He hasn't changed the code, has he?"
From where I stood behind the curtains in my bedroom, I could see all the way through the door, and across the rest of the open plan apartment to the front door, in which Heidi led her tall, dark-haired lover.
My God, she looked breathtaking in that tight leopard print dress. Were my eyes deceiving me, or was it even slightly sheer? Jesus. I could make out the white lace of her underwear faintly under the fabric of the dress.
"And you're sure he's out tonight?"
"Pretty sure."
She kissed him, and it seemed nervous — not just the nerves of a kiss with a stranger, either, because I'd seen Heidi doing that before. These were the nerves of knowing she was intending to sleep with this guy, and I would be watching. But they were good together. They kissed, tenderly, and their chemistry made me feel envy and a touch of jealousy, but also warm arousal. Heidi sucked gently on his lips, dipped her tongue into his mouth, and he did likewise, her hand on his chest, his spare hand cradling her head, running through her hair.
"What's the worst that could happen?" Heidi said, smiling broadly as she pulled back from their kiss.
"Uh... he could have a gun someplace," the guy replied.
Heidi laughed. "I'm just teasing you. I know he's not going to be here. Not while we are."
Now she broke away from his grasp, and scampered toward me, into the bedroom. She looked around, trying to figure out where I was. I stirred the curtains a little, and her eyes fixed on mine, seeing me there in the tiny gap between the large curtains hanging across the floor-to-ceiling windows. She gave me a nervous little smirk, but now turned to the bedroom door, slumping down on the bed as her lover ventured to the threshold of the room, his eyes scouring the apartment for signs that its owner might actually be around.
Then he came in, and Heidi knelt up on the bed as he climbed onto the mattress to kiss her once more. My God, I could see everything. They were just yards away from me. I could smell her perfume, his cologne. I saw his hands sprawling all over her ass as he kissed her, as he kissed my Heidi.
"You're a hot little kitty," the guy said.
Heidi just smiled bashfully, the old Heidi showing through a little in her blush, those suddenly timid eyes. I was a little concerned that in knowing I was here, Heidi might revert to how she had been before all this. Like how I felt when I met up with my old school friends from time to time, like I hadn't actually progressed since school.
But I had to think Heidi would not refuse this guy, and now that she had him interested in getting physical with her, he was hardly going to stop simply because she became a little more demure than she had been on the dance floor.
"I wanna see more," the guy said, allaying my fears.
He peeled her thin semi-sheer leopard print dress up her body, revealing the white lacy thong that really didn't cover much of her at all, exposing her breasts locked in their matching white lacy bra.
I was so hard watching him handling her. Any desire I'd had for her while I'd seen her dancing with guys in nightclubs, even making out on the dance floor, was now tenfold. Heidi was so stunning — partly because this man on the bed with her wanted her so badly, but also because she was being adventurous, naughty, sexy, right in front of me.
What I couldn't see, because Heidi's back was toward me, I could see in the mirrored front of my built-in wardrobe, which spanned an entire wall of the bedroom. I could see the nervous excitement in Heidi's eyes as he pulled down her bra, to touch and suck on her breasts, taking one stiff nipple into his mouth.
I saw Heidi brush her dark hair back out of her face, then flash a worried look in the mirror my way, frightened that she'd done wrong bringing him here. I parted the curtain a little further, gambling that her lover was busy sucking on her breasts that he wouldn't see me, and she clearly took some reassurance from my smile, my slight nod of approval, before I allowed the curtain to fall back the way it had been.
"Show me," he said, his hands moving down her body, caressing her hips, toying with the waistband of her tiny white lace panties.
She sat back, letting him peel down her panties and toss them over on the floor close to where I was hiding. And now she was opening her pale thighs for him again, and this time as he leaned down to kiss her mouth, his fingers delved and dipped inside her beautiful almost-hairless pussy, and she was letting him touch her there, sighing as he stirred his digit within her.
"You're so beautiful," he said, placing a hand over her mound, his thumb running along her slippery pink groove, spreading her moisture up over her clit. "Very nice..."
I'd watched plenty of pornography in my time, but I'd never seen two lovers with each other in real life. It was somehow... organic. Real, and yet unreal. Beautiful, even if the choreography was plain compared to the kind of scenes you might see in the movies.
"You're so wet..."
I was impressed by his natural assertiveness. It seemed to me that Heidi responded to it, smiling more, her nerves thawing, she was beginning to enjoy herself again. She liked the alpha male type, it was why she'd lulled me into this new relationship in which I had power over her.
&
nbsp; I watched this guy slip his thumb inside Heidi, loving the smoothness of her waxed pussy, and it made me think about Heidi's orchestra friend — Donny. What if the guy was the perfect match for her? A potential soulmate, best friend. But because he wasn't the dominant type, sexually Heidi was going to pass on him every time now.
My phone buzzed as a text message came in. I felt a jolt of fear shake me, paranoid that Heidi's lover would hear the vibration of my phone. But he was too busy pulling open his fly, whipping out his cock for my ex.
I glanced down at the phone. A message from Bella:
>How's it going? Did I choose well?
I smiled. Had Heidi really allowed Bella to choose her guy for the night? It was an amusing thought.
I glanced up to see Heidi kneeling up to grab her lover's cock. I caught my breath as I watched her slowly begin to stroke him — my Heidi touching another man's cock right in front of me, the man leaning down to kiss her, his hands sprawling over her breasts. It was startling, and yet deeply thrilling. I wouldn't have said he was small, but he wasn't the largest guy in the world, though I wasn't an expert. I guess my view was skewed by the pornography I'd seen before. I never got to see other men naked in the flesh.
Heidi seemed happy enough, though. She'd managed to turn on the bed so I could actually see her lick the tip of his cock and then slip it inside her mouth without having to watch via the mirror. I felt my chest tighten as she drew him inside her mouth. Jealousy, I suppose, though only a mild form. It was so hot to see, though. The thrill of seeing Heidi being so naughty, so unlike the mild conservative Heidi of old, overwhelmed the slight unease I suffered seeing her enjoying another man.
And if anything, the subtle jealousy I felt merely fed into the intense desire I felt for Heidi now, the powerful need to take her back for myself. I had the strange realization that the jealousy wasn't a bad thing, wasn't a negative thing. It heightened my appreciation of everything, made the thrill even more nerve-jangling and heart-stopping. It was like the seasoning that made a bland dish delicious.
I texted Bella back:
>Not bad at all. She's definitely having a good time.
I was finding it difficult to breathe as I watched her sink down on him, a little at a time, before withdrawing to swirl her tongue around his bulbous head. Heidi was teasing me, shocking me, provoking me.
As my ex sucked on him, he pulled off his shirt. He'd clearly spent plenty of time in the gym — he wasn't particularly bulky, but his lean chest was well-defined. He made me feel a touch self-conscious about my own physique, and perhaps stirred the insecurity in me — my subconscious supposing that if Heidi could just go out and get guys like these, why did she still want to be mine?
Her lover — I was beginning to think of him as a "Patrick" now, because that was who she had been with the last time, when I was unable to watch, and because he wasn't unlike her description of Patrick that night — took charge of her sucking on him, withdrawing his stiff cock from her mouth, pumping his shaft himself while stroking its head all over her face. He took hold of her hair and guided her head back onto the tip of his cock, and as she bobbed down on him, he led her pace, controlled her rhythm.
She seemed to like it that way. Knowing how he wanted it, knowing he was happy with her like this. I suppose she was keen to learn, keen to improve. I wasn't the only one giving her instruction.
Bella texted me:
>You can see everything? What's happening?
I replied:
>I can see everything. They're on my bed, and she's going down on him.
Patrick was kneeling up on the bed and fucking her face, using Heidi, and I was loving every moment. Was this strange kink of mine the result of my occasional use of pornography? I felt almost guilty, that dipping in and out of the world of filthy movies on the Internet ever since college had made me want to see women being used by other men as much as I wanted to sleep with the women myself.
But it was more than just wanting to watch Heidi being used. I felt a stronger bond with her now than I ever had when we'd been together. I did want to sleep with her myself. I just found her more desirable as a less pure, less virginal conservative type.
I was excited by her promiscuity, by her liberated sexuality.
She gave me little sideways glances as she sucked his cock inside her mouth, or as she withdrew it and flicked her tongue around its head. It brought back to mind how hot it was to appreciate that she was enjoying this experience herself — my desire for her wasn't just for her as an object to be used by other men, it was about her getting the thrills of new relationship energy as well, about Heidi feeling the elation of getting to enjoy strange cock.
>You're really going to let him fuck her right in front of you?
Bella's text came as Patrick withdrew himself from Heidi's mouth again, but this time paused before doing anything further. I felt that jarring shock of fear once again, that I was discovered. My paranoia suggested visions of him storming over here, wrenching open the curtains, maybe getting violent — or maybe calling the police to report me for some perverted behavior.
Was this a crime? It was my apartment. Heidi was my ex, my friend. My lover, if you wanted to call her that.
But I had nothing to worry about. Patrick was pulling off his pants and his underwear now, and manhandling Heidi. She let him move her until she was on all fours, not quite facing me, but lined up so that she could look at me as he knelt up behind her, as he grasped hold of her hips, as he pressed his hardness up against her smooth pussy.
I could see the question in her eyes as he stroked his cock against her sensitive slit, spreading her wetness over his length, preparing to enter her. Was I really okay with this? I'd been fine about her sleeping with the last one, but then I hadn't had to watch it.
I looked in her eyes, with the utmost care to ensure Patrick did not see me there in the dark crack between the curtains. Heidi saw me give an approving nod, though. She saw it, and relaxed.
I was trying hard not to give myself away by breathing too loudly, but now I was concerned my thumping heart might expose me. He was moving down to her, one hand between his legs to position himself, and I had to stifle a gasp as he suddenly pushed into her, taking advantage of her considerable wetness to glide in, filling her and stretching her so quickly that she cried out.
My God.
She groaned as he filled her, her facial expression changing to surprise and then elation. I felt my chest swamped by an intense heat. Jesus, another man's cock was inside Heidi — my Heidi. Right in front of me. Before, when I'd known she was out with her previous guy, sleeping with him, it had still seemed a little hypothetical. I could imagine her fucking him, but it was still only a mental picture, even when I could hear them on the phone. This was far more real. The perspiration on their skin and in their hair, the sound of their labored breathing, the strong scent of their sex in the air, the wet noises of his manhood stirring in her pussy.
It sent adrenalin flaming around my blood vessels, setting my pulse into overdrive and my manhood bulging out of my fly.
He began to move against her, his hands clamped to her lower back and her waist, his body thumping as it pounded against her. Patrick was up to full speed quickly, panting as he thrust into her time and time again.
Heidi, though, was looking at me as he fucked her. There was something seriously sexy about it. Like she was really making love to me, though another man was doing the hard work. Patrick was no more than a toy which I was using on her.
She rocked back and forth, her shapely butt shivering each time he pounded into her. She moaned softly, but continued to gaze into my eyes adoringly.
My phone buzzed again with another text from Bella. She couldn't keep quiet, huh. I wondered how she thought about this whole fantasy. She'd taken delight in toying with Heidi all night, and knowing that she was sending Heidi over to be fucked in front of me.
Her text read:
>He's fucking her, isn't he?
I s
miled and texted back:
>Don't you have your own love life to worry about?
With that came back:
>Oh I have nothing to worry about. Certainly not with a guy between my thighs making sure I'm fully satisfied.
I had to stifle a laugh. I texted:
>Seriously?
And she replied:
>You'll never guess who.
Well, who else could I possibly imagine she was referring to? There was no one else Bella and I both knew.
>Donny is going down on you right now?
It actually turned me on to think of the guy on his knees servicing the unquestionably beautiful Bella. How must he be enjoying it? She was, on the surface, way out of his league.
Bella texted back:
>I told you he needed work.
Again, I had to stifle laughter.
I texted her:
>I'll bet he's getting expert training.
Bella replied:
>Oh and then some. He's improving all the time. Heidi's gonna love him.
Somehow it burned inside me to think of Heidi going for Donny. That Bella would somehow turn him into some kind of god in the bedroom, and I would lose her to him completely. At the same time, there was something exciting about Heidi getting to be with some guy who really had a chance with her, not just a one-off hook-up.
It's hard to explain, but that hint of jealousy that spiced up my enjoyment of Heidi fucking this guy right in front of me somehow trebled when it came to think of Heidi actually dating someone, someone who had a good chance of being a boyfriend, a long-term relationship for her.
Sure, the risk of losing her was greater, but somehow the thought of her getting to be with someone special presented more of a thrill to me.
I wanted her to feel the buzz of a new relationship, not just the short sharp thrill of a one night stand.
Here I was, watching Heidi now lie on her front, Patrick straddling the backs of her upper thighs as he continued to fuck her from behind, and my imagination was already turning toward how it might be for her to be with Donny.
I wanted him to win her over, and yet I was afraid of it.
Heidi, Corrupted (An Ex-Wife Sharing Romance) Page 15