On a recent Saturday evening, Jill and I found ourselves at home, chatting online with our friend Mia Wallace, who was staying with her parents out of town. The conversation lasted a few hours and covered a wide array of topics, one of which was sex. I’m sure this must have been an awkward subject for Mia, as she was visiting with her parents at the same time; however, Jill and I consider ourselves very fortunate that we have friends with similar tastes and opinions when it comes to such subjects.

Eventually, Mia invited us to view her webcam, and we gladly reciprocated. In the past, we had played on cam with Mia and her husband Vincent, and even talked (albeit off-the-cuff) about taking things further. We love to watch, and they put on a very exciting show. We’ve cammed with them since then, though not always in a sexual context. Still, the voyeurs in Jill and I find it an immense turn-on to watch someone’s webcam, knowing that literally anything can happen.

With her family still awake, Mia’s webcam remained focused on her lovely visage. However, Jill and I were home alone and had no concerns about impropriety. Additionally, we’d spent the afternoon visiting local wineries and Jill, moreso than I, was still buzzed from copious amounts of wine. She stripped down to her panties and lay down on the couch, where I gave her a long and sensuous massage. Intimating that she would be interested in more of a show than this, Mia reminded us that she wasn’t alone, and hoped that we would pace ourselves so that the real action would take place at such a time that she could properly enjoy it.

After the massage ended, we tried to change the subject temporarily in the hopes of slowing things down for her. However, Mia told us of a fantasy she’d had recently – one that involved Jill – and we found ourselves right where we left off. We related a semi-public sexual experience we’d enjoyed the night before and, tired of waiting for the family to turn in for the night, Mia retreated to the privacy of her room. When the cam show resumed, Jill knelt beside the couch and gave me a blowjob while Mia watched. Her energy and enthusiasm turned me on, as I got the distinct impression that Jill’s efforts were for Mia’s benefit as much as for my own.

Knowing that we had an audience was exciting, and glancing at my laptop from time to time, it turned me on to see Mia watching in rapt attention. I didn’t know that she was pleasuring herself as she watched; just knowing that she was watching turned the excitement factor up to eleven, and I had to distract myself to keep from coming too quickly.

Before long, Jill got her Rabbit out of the bedroom, and rode it while continuing to give me head. Mia’s reaction to this was quite exciting; the “rabbit trick”, as we call it, is something that Mia, Vincent, Jill and I all find extraordinarily exciting. Mia announced that she was wet, and actively rubbing her clit. She even gave us a glimpse of the wetness gathered on her fingertips, though not its source that we both salivated over. When she came, the sight of Mia’s head thrown back, eyes closed in the rapture of an intense climax, sent me sailing over the edge, and I followed suit with an explosive orgasm of my own.

Jill had already come twice, though nowhere near as impressively. Now, she was working toward a grand finale, an orgasm that would signal the end of an amazing night. As Mia watched, Jill writhed on her Rabbit, the bulbous head vibrating within her even as the rabbit ears massaged her engorged clit. All at once, Mia threw off her pajama top, thrusting her full breasts toward her webcam. This was all the stimulus Jill needed, and she came, thrashing against the couch.

The three of us made small talk for awhile before going to bed. It was after one o’clock in the morning, and we each had an early start planning for the morning. Mia thanked us for the show, and we thanked her as well. Though we’ve cammed a few times since then, the thrill of performing for such a sexy audience has eluded us.

-Jack