Amy's Night Again

"What did you tell him?" I asked.
"I said I think I could hang around and wait, but listen, he thinks you're only a friend of mine, okay?" I looked at her quizzically and she added, 
"Babe, he might feel a bit funny if he knows we're dating, you know?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
Amy leaned over and kissed me quickly. "Don't worry. I figured out how you can watch us go at it."
"Yeah, how's that?" I asked.
"Simple, babe," she replied. "I'll tell him we can go to your place and mess around so no one will know what we're up to, and we can have privacy. But you can always watch from the doorway or something." 
"Well, you think it'll work out that way?" I asked.

"We'll see in a few minutes," she said. "I'll be back." With that, she walked back to the bar and leaned over towards her guy and gyrated her hips 
slightly to the beats of the house music being played. All of that black leather looked awesome from the back, and the steady stream of guys approaching her must have noticed it as well. One guy came up and started talking to her for a bit, then literally squeezed her ass lightly. Amy turned 
around and rubbed his chest slowly, seductively. He whispered something in her ear and walked away, then Amy came up to me and smiled wide."Change of plans, sweetie," she said. "This I know you'll like." She motioned for me to follow her, which I did, and we walked over to the back area of the upstairs area where two guys were sitting at a small table. Both 
of them got up and moved a chair out for her. Amy thanked them and introduced me to them; their names were Kurt and Aaron. Kurt looked to be 
around 40 or so, and Aaron looked to be about 30-something. They were very pleasant, and both fawned over Amy relentlessly. We had a few drinks and Kurt suggested we leave and have a nightcap at his place. Amy asked me if I 
was okay with that, and I said sure, so I jotted down the address and told them we'd meet there in one hour since he lived further north from the city.
In the car, Amy was very reserved in what she knew of these guys and how she knew them. She only said that we were in for a lot of fun. 
"What about your bartender?" I asked, laughing.
Amy smiled and winked at me. "He's got my number, he knows where to get me. 
There'll be other nights for him, right?"
I nodded. "Exactly."
Amy held my hand and squeezed it lightly. "Hang in there, tiger. You're going to love this, trust me."
I trusted her, but I was dying to know, not mention hard as a rock from the smell of her new leather permeating my car. Amy was my guide, and I was the blind mouse being lead to the cheese by the cat.

Kurt's place was absolutely awesome, to say the least. He lived in what can 
only be considered a mansion. We were in the ritziest part of the North side, and Amy took all of the scenery in and commented on how she wanted to 
live there one day. We all met up in the largest living room I've ever seen. 
Kurt offered us drinks, and we accepted them and sat down on a long burgundy leather couch. Amy's leather against the leather of the couch was quite interesting when she tried to move, and we all got a laugh at it. Amy did her usual routine of crossing her sexy legs with the sound of tight leather 
creaking all the way. The sight of Kurt's rise in his pants was obvious, for he didn't try to hide it at all. He seemed to be hiding quite a package there, and I was dying to see what the big deal was, so to speak. Every now and then he'd adjust himself, or simply rub himself slowly when Amy would talk to either Aaron or me. 

Finally Kurt said, "So, do you two want to see the rest of the place?"
I glanced at Amy who shook her head quickly, so I said it was up to Amy, because I had no idea where she was going with that. She said she'd love to see the rest of the place. Then Kurt offered his hand, which Amy accepted, and the two went off into the other room. Eventually their voices trailed off, leaving Aaron and myself sitting quietly before he grabbed the remote control and flipped on the TV. We made small talk about sports and political jargon before he asked the grand questions about Amy.

"I gotta say it, man, she's a fucking fox," he said. "Goddamn, you Midwestern guys have all the luck."
"You're not from here?" I asked.
"Nope. Hawaii."
"Well, shit, you must see some sights there, huh?" I replied.
He nodded. "Yeah, there's some hot ones there, but yours is the best I've seen in a while, man."

I thanked him and we watched a replay of the basketball game for almost ten minutes until Aaron asked me what I thought they were doing for so long. I 
wasn't sure he was that naive to think that Amy and Kurt were scanning the interior lighting, so I simply shrugged and said I didn't know.
"Wanna go find out?" he asked. "This fuckin' game is boring."

I agreed rather hesitant at what we might find going on. I wasn't sure what Amy was up to, and I was equally unsure of what this guy knew. That was quelled when he asked me if I thought what Kurt did for a living was cool.
"Well, I don't know," I replied. "What's he do for a living?"
Aaron looked at me with a stunned look on his face as if it was common knowledge to know what the guy did. "He works for Dynasty Desire, man. I thought you knew."

"Oh, yeah, I heard something about that, I lied. I had no idea what the guy did, but I knew what Dynasty Desire was - one of the underground porno companies in our city. It was filled with taboo subjects like interracial sex, fetish videos, facials, the typical films that appeal to an underground fan base. I was a little confused as to how Amy met this guy, but I went 
with it and we walked around the place and scanned the elaborate scenery. I wondered how a guy with a smalltime porn company could afford a place that 
big, but it turns out I shouldn't have wondered, but that's another story. 
Anyway, we made our way to the staircase and looked at one another for reassurance to go up, so we did. Once on the stairs, my stomach began to 
turn again, a familiar, yet long forgotten feeling of horniness and anticipation at what we may find.

"Man, I just had a thought," Aaron said. "Now, don't get pissed, but…you know
…what if they're doing shit you wouldn't wanna see?"
"Hey, I don't own her," I replied quickly. It was the first thing that popped into my head, and when Aaron laughed quietly I knew it was okay with him. 
"All right, man. Let's find 'em," he replied.
Once upstairs we saw three rooms, all with doors closed, but the one to the left had a light seeping out under the door. My half-hard cock was now straining to be free in my briefs, and Aaron nudged me towards the door. 
"Go ahead, man. See what's up."
"You see, man," I replied. We sounded like school kids peeping in a window. 
"He's your friend."

Before I could suggest how to open the door quietly, Aaron walked slowly over to the door, which was slightly ajar, and pushed it open very lightly. A small beacon of light filled the dark hallway and Aaron's eyes widened a bit 
before he stepped back and came over to me.
"You sure you wanna see this?" he asked.
"Why not?" I replied quietly, trying to sound nonchalant.

He stepped out of the way and I walked up to the door and slowly peeked in. In the mirror I saw the back of Amy's head bobbing up and down very fast on Kurt's dick, although I couldn't see anything. He was leaning back on the bed out of my view, but I heard him groaning and grunting loudly, coaxing her to suck it faster. It wasn't easy to see anything from our view, but when Amy tilted her head to the left to lick the entire length, we saw the tip of a cock that was at least nine inches. She began to stroke him quickly as he 
murmured that she was great, so what started out as a major blowjob turned into a first-rate handjob. 

Aaron came up to the doorway and shook his head, whispering, "Holy shit, man. 
She's hot."
"I know it," I replied. "She loves to be shared, and I love to see it happen."
Just then Aaron started to fumble around with his cock from the outside of his pants. "Man, I gotta get into that, bro."
"I'm sure that can be arranged," I replied.

We watched Amy look back at the doorway, but I'm positive she didn't see us, then Kurt sat up and put his hand on the back of her head and she resumed her lightning-fast suckoff. "We gotta make this fast, babe," he said softly. They'll wonder where we're at."
Amy slurped on his dickhead, the looked up at him and said, "I know Kevin would like to watch this."
Kurt shook his head and moaned his answer slowly. "Well, get him up here, 
doll." 
With that, Amy laughed and said softly, "What about your friend?"
"Fuck it, tell him to take off," he replied.
Amy continued to stroke his member. "Why? He's cute."
"Oh really?" Kurt said. "Then let him watch too, I don't give a shit."

Amy kissed his dick and stood up. Aaron and I scampered as quietly as possible downstairs in record time. We hit the couch like two guilty kids and made it back in plenty of time for Amy to come bouncing down the stairs and walk into the living room.
"Whatcha guys doing?" she asked. "Havin' fun?"
Aaron looked up and smiled. "Of course. How about you?"
Amy smiled. "I always have fun. Um, Kevin, can I talk to you a minute?"