A New Way of Seeing Things Ch. 27

"Even better live than in the photos. Shame I didn't know how good you looked in that before last night. That might be the most I'll let you wear at home from now on."

"Stop it," Gwen replied, taking the steaming mug from his hand and kissing him. "It's just a shirt."

"It's sexy as all hell. Hey, I know that you wore the other things in here, but would you mind posing for me in the shirt—like you did over by the window?"

"The Inn was empty when I posed there last time," she laughed. "It's full now. Somebody might see me." She didn't really think so, but the Lady insisted on voicing caution.

"At this time of morning? Besides, it just lawn and woods out there. No reason for anyone to be there. Please?"

Gwen rolled her eyes and put down her coffee. She cautiously approached the window, looking for signs of life beyond, before assuming the first pose Barry had put her in that day. She felt incredibly self-conscious to be doing this in front of Tim, but the familiar tingle of arousal spread through her as well. She liked being the center of attention, the object of desire. Gwen warmed to the task, and continued to move about as her husband approached.

"Put your hands on the edge of the windowsill and bend over," he growled. Gwen looked over her shoulder at him as she did as he instructed, head and shoulders into the bay window while the unbuttoned shirt fell open, her breasts dangling below her. Gwen could feel the hem ride up above her butt. She again looked back in time to see Tim sink to his knees and press his face up against the crack of her cheeks. The feel of his tongue probing her lips shocked her but the sheer perversity of the act only inflamed her further. Gwen thrust her hips back and walked her legs out more, giving him full access to her sex while his finger snaked around her leg and found her clit. A whimper of delight escaped her; to Tim it was the sound of a cheering crowd.

She was beginning the climb to orgasm when he stood, his tongue replaced by a very ready cock. His entry was not so direct as their first time the night before, and he slid it back and forth between her cleft before finally resting the spongy head at her opening. His hands tightened their grip on her waist. "Tim, somebody might see us," she protested, but her heart was not in it. Let them see. For all she cared, they could be jealous for what she was getting and they were not.

As if on cue, Norman appeared around the corner of the garden to her right, his path taking him right by the window they occupied. The Lady screamed to duck, hide, do something, but Gwen took no notice. Everything just felt too right. Let him look!

The innkeeper turned his head, smiled, and waved as he passed, seemingly not shocked at all by the couple obviously joined together in the window barely ten feet away. Gwen nodded her head in reply, her mouth open in surprise and the orgasm that was even now breaking upon her.

Her legs turned to jelly and only Tim's hands and penis kept her upright. She had only barely regained her ability to control her lower body when she felt him pull out.

"Turn around and kneel down."

Gwen did, thankful to be able to allow her legs to fully recover their strength. Her head was firmly taken between two masculine hands, and a glistening penis bobbed before her, the tip an angry red. Gwen knew what was expected, and she welcomed it. Her mouth opened wide and she bobbed forward to capture the cock being presented to her. The taste of her husband and herself created a perverse, intoxicating nectar.

She let Tim use her mouth, to fuck it, and she knew how they both wanted it to end. Masculine fingers reflexively tightened about the back of her head and the first jet struck the back of her throat. Gwen instinctively recoiled but quieted to receive each spurt, her tongue tickling the end of the invader to encourage more. She swallowed only after her husband's body gave a final shudder and relaxed.

The couple shared the shower before dressing and making their way to the dining room for a more substantial breakfast. The appearance of Norman halfway through their meal made Gwen blush and avoid eye contact, but the innkeeper made no mention of what he had seen. After one more relaxed lovemaking session in their bed, windows still open, they packed and said their goodbyes with the promise to return.

The ride home was quiet. Both reflected on the summer, and how much "things" changed in three short months. Tim didn't regret them in the least, instead welcoming them; Gwen still harbored some doubts among the feelings of freedom and confidence. She wondered where her limits now lay; what she had thought incredibly slutty in May now seemed harmless. Was it going to be easy for her to identify when she stepped over the line? The Lady stood ready to guard against it, and the Slut stood ready to push the boundaries. She decided the woman whose shoulders they rode on would be her own master.

Tim smiled and turned to her. "Hey hon, you, uhh, think I can take some pictures of you some time?"

The End

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If you've made it this far, thank you so much for reading! It is incredibly flattering to know that there are readers who have developed a bond with the characters I created—one of my goals when I started writing this story was to put some "humanity" into it, not to mention believability, and from the comments and e-mails I've received, I'd like to think I've not failed miserably.

Developing characters this way comes with a price, though. Making the people in my story something readers care about also means many readers become concerned for their wellbeing and safety or punishment and downfall. My intent has never been for Natalie to be viewed as a bad person, or to turn Gwen into someone who is lying or deceitful, and most definitely not to make Tim a cuckold. If you feel I've done that, or am well on the way to it, I apologize—my efforts have been quite the opposite.

It is becoming apparent that any further exploration by Gwen runs the risk of darkening or cheapening the story for readers who have invested their time in identifying with the characters. Too much of the real world goes bad in the end; I would rather my story not suffer the same fate for those who might interpret its twists and turns that way despite my effort to the contrary. So while I still have plenty of situations I could get Gwen into, there would always be the danger of stepping over the line with those whom it would make uncomfortable. One commenter felt this might be a good place to put the story down, and after some thought, I agree.

This has been a very entertaining way for me to creatively fill time on my work commute or as I wait for that delayed flight. My wife has suggested that a "Part II" might be a good way to allow those who think the current story was beginning to cross the line to drop off without any further disappointment. I'm also open to the idea of a new theme to start fresh with. Please feel free to leave a comment or send me an e-mail with a story idea you might like to see me do my amateurish best with. I can't make any promises, but if it's something I feel brave enough to attempt, who knows?

Thank you again for reading and caring enough to comment,

BusyBadger