They continue, with an audience.

He looked at his husband, and they exchanged a glance I couldn't quite interpret. Felix shrugged, and turned back to me.

"You don't...have to stop, you know."

"Oh..." I squeaked. My heart was going a mile a minute as the idea floated through my head. I mean, it's not like I wanted Ian to stop. And, I mean...I was more than a little bit of an exhibitionist. Plus, like...Zach and Felix were hot, alright. It's not something I tried to think about a lot because they were friends and whatnot but...just a couple of babes.

"You're sure you don't mind?"

Felix just shrugged. "Like I said. You two are cuties."

"Should I keep going?" Ian asked me. I turned to him, nodding my head. He smirked at me, as he slid his fingers back into me. Instantly, the need for him, the need to cum, reawakened in me.

Freed from having to contain myself, I let out a long moan. "Ohhhhhh...fuck."

A look of mock exasperation came over Zach's face. "Wow! Language, Pip."

"Don't care," I gasped, now fully moving in concert with Ian, driving his fingers further into me. "Yes, fuck, Ian."

"You like that? You like our friends watching as you fuck my fingers?"

"Yesss, I do. Fuck, I like it."

"So needy," Felix commented, biting his lip and staring at me.

"You should probably move that blanket," Zach suggested, pointing. "You know, don't want to get too warm."

"Ah-" before a cogent thought could form in my head, Ian had swept the covers away. The dual sensation spikes of sudden awareness of my exposure and my excitement about that fact dueled in my chest. A breeze of cool air tickled my pussy, and the scent of my lust wafted through the room.

"Oh my god," Felix gasped. "You two are so fucking hot."

Okay, yeah, the audience was definitely doing something for me. Knowing that I had forever changed in their view. That this side of me, this slutty, wanton side that craved heat and sweat and fullness was on full display. There was no doubt. They could see how my warm cunt flushed with need and see my husband's fingers inside me.

Speaking of which...

I tapped Ian's arm. "Hold up just a second." I whimpered just a little bit as he slipped out of me, before grabbing the tiny workout shorts and scooting them off me. "These just seem kind of unnecessary at this point."

"When in Rome," Ian said, taking off his shirt. I took a moment to admire his broad shoulders and just...really excellent arms. Dang. My hubby. Quite the hunk.

I slipped my shirt off as well, now completely nude, I instinctively held my arms close to my body before relaxing into a performative relaxed facsimile of my previous pose. Just to cap off the awkwardness of the situation, I gave a couple of finger guns toward the other couple.

"Ayyyy..." regaining my composure. "So? It was like this? This is more of what you guys were looking for?"

"Mmm-hmm," Felix nodded, biting his lip and shifting his legs. He was sitting on the edge of the bed now, eyes fixed on me as his pencil continued to move across the page.

"This won't-AH!" my cool one-liner was cut off as Ian's fingers found their mark. Now that we were out in the open, he could get a better angle, rubbing up against my inner walls while stimulating my clit with his thumb. I tried to continue. "This won't mess up your drawing? I mean, I had the blanket before."

Felix just laughed. "Nah, I'm good." Zach moved in behind him, started to grab his husband's ass, then looked at the image and chuckled.

For my part, I was reveling in being able to go all-in on getting fucked. My hands found my breasts as I allowed myself to melt into the sensations Ian was giving me. A tiny tweak of my nipples accented the low, intense pleasure as my very qualified man took his time building up my pleasure. Fingers expertly teased my clit, always leaving me crying out for more as my core radiated with more and more heat. He knew what he was doing. I was going to cum, hard, and Felix and Zach were going to watch.

"Aaaaaand, done!" Felix said, turning his sketchbook around with a Cheshire grin.

Ian started laughing so hard he had to stop what he was doing, and I soon joined him with a very unsexy snort-chortle as we looked at the page. There was indeed a very well-rendered yet unfinished figure drawing of me with the blanket draped over my body on the top of the page. Below that, though, were two stick figures, clearly engaged in the sort of activities Ian and I found ourselves in, accompanied by labels that read "Pip," "Ian," and, where stick arm met stick groin, "Totally Fuckin.'"

"It's...frankly a masterpiece," Ian said, after he recovered.

"Beautiful," I added. "Simply beautiful."

"What can I say?" Felix asked, surveying his work, before throwing the sketchbook across the room. "Yeah, fuck this."

He took Zach by the hand and dragged him toward the side of their bed closest to ours. Once they were in position, Felix dropped to his knees and began undoing his husband's belt. My heart started racing with anticipation as I realized what was about to happen, and I could feel more and more little moans escaping my body, completely out of my control.

After some fumbling, Zach's belt was undone. While Felix was busy with that, Zach started to take off his shirt, and I began to take in my cute fellow writer friend in an truly appraising way for the first time. Like Ian, he wasn't built by any means, with a little bit of paunch accenting a fairly average frame. But I could tell from his movements that he carried it well. Good posture went a long way to making any boy's body feel powerful. He didn't have a lot of body hair, or he groomed it, at least, but a short happy trail led down from his belly-button to parts that I was incredibly anxious to see. Once his zipper was down, he lifted his butt off the bed, allowing Felix to pull his pants and boxers off the rest of the way. His cock sprung into view, clearly excited at the show Ian and I were putting on, and I could feel myself biting my lip as I took in the length of it.

Before I even had a chance to get a good appraisal in, though, our other companion started undressing as well. Behind him, Zach started to give little kisses on his husband's sides as Felix slowly peeled his shirt over his head. He was slightly bigger than Zach, and his curves hung in a different way on him, but the effect was no less pleasing. a hairy chest hung between the two large mastectomy scars that ran from under his armpits nearly to his sternum. The cartoonist in me noted that they almost looked like shading lines, and I had a sudden desire to run my tongue along their length.

I could almost detect a hint of bashfulness on his normally-boisterous face as Felix loosened the tie on his pajama pants, letting them drop to the floor. My gaze followed them down, then trailed back up, following a sexy pair of hairy legs upward, to his beautiful, similarly adorned pussy. Like his husband, Felix's excitement was visible, wetness having formed around his lips, and, try as I might to see more, just a hint of his cock poking out.

"Oh fuck, you guys..." I trailed off, slowing down my movements to focus on the moment. "You both are just...oh, god, you're so fucking hot." My cheeks flushed even redder, and I put my hands to my face in giddy excitement. "It's fine. I'm fine."