The bench was a low velvet chaise by the window, and he put it side-on to the chair so we could see each other properly.
I sat at one end. He sat at the other. Both naked now, both with one leg hanging off the side, and the room dark except the lamp, and the window black behind the reflection, and a man forty years older than me sitting nine feet away with his c**k in his hand and his eyes on my cunt.
"Both," he said. "On three."
"Three?"
"One."
I put my hand down on my folds.
"Two."
He took his c**k in one hand.
"Three."
We did it together, and that was the filthiest thing yet — not just watching, but being watched at the same time, having to see him see me, my hand stroking my cunt and his hand stroking his c**k and neither of us looking away.
He got his feet up on the chaise,
