Author's Notes: a request from Ernold Same. The request was for Amy to come home and find Clara and Rory. The request asked for Amy as a voyeur, Clara on top, cowgirl and missionary positions at least and the reveal at the end that I won't spoil. I hope this gives you a bit of insight into how the Amy/Rory relationship still works in the Clamyuniverse and I hope to revisit all 3 of them soon!
Amy Pond pushed the door shut behind her, hearing it lock with a click. "Rory, I'm home!" She called up the stairs as she carried the shopping through to the kitchen. She frowned when there was no reply. Usually her husband came bounding down the stairs as soon as she stepped through the door, like an eager little puppy. It was cute, she had to admit. But this time: nothing
Cautiously, Amy started to climb the stairs, worried something might have happened to Rory. Her brow furrowed though as she got closer and closer to the top and she started to hear things. A soft gentle moaning from the bedroom. A series of grunts and groans she definitely recognised. Squeaking bedsprings. She heard a feminine voice gasp out "oh yes, Mr Pond!" And her heart stopped.
The door to their bedroom was cracked open almost enough to see in. Taking a deep breath. Amy nudged it open a little further and peeked inside. The redhead clamped a hand over her mouth to stop herself crying out as she saw the scene inside. Rory naked on the bed, the little brunette bombshell known as Clara Oswald on top of him.
Amy's eyes widened as she watched her husband's naked body pressed against the naked body of... whatever Clara was to her. Friend? Best friend? Girlfriend? And how did this discovery change that relationship? Clara pressed her hands against Rory's chest, pushing him down against the bed as she rocked her hips against his, arching her back and moaning out as her eyes fluttered shut. Amy slumped down against the wall by the door, breathing heavily, listening to her husband groaning in pleasure.
Amy's hand dipped beneath her skirt on instinct and Amy bit her bottom lip, wondering whether what she was doing was wrong. She closed her eyes listening to the sounds of the woman who's body drove her crazy riding her husband harder and harder by the second. Amy couldn't stop herself. She pulled her panties down from under her skirt then slid two fingers inside herself. She whimpered slightly as she toyed with her own clit, passing it between thumb and forefinger excitedly.
Rory's hands grasped Clara's side tightly, pulling her waist down into his over and over, driving his cock deeper and deeper inside her. Clara was panting, bouncing up and down on him rhythmically. Her huge breasts jiggled up and down intoxicatingly in front of him, keeping Rory's erection massive and throbbing. Clara was grinning from ear to ear as she humped him so hard, her long brown hair flew up and down with each thrust of her hips she made, except for those strands that were plastered to her smooth wet back by sweat.
Clara squeaked and the whole bed shook as Rory shot forwards, flipping Clara onto her back. Amy peaked round again and watched as Rory pinned Clara down and started to pound into her. Clara yelped as she felt the base of his penis smack against her clit as his whole member filled her aching pussy. His hands clamped onto Clara's thighs and spread her legs further and further apart, penetrating further and further. Amy plunged her fingers even deeper inside herself, her whole body convulsing as she watched her husband smash Clara with everything he had.
Clara's fingers tangled in Rory's short brown hair, pushing his head down int her heaving breasts. Rory's tongue darted out, licking at her tits eagerly while he pounded her. Clara's whole body spasmed and writhed, on fire with lust and pleasure. Amy's hips bucked in excitement as she watched. Clara cried out. The brunette's whole body shook as Rory pulled out, letting her orgasm. Clara slumped down, catching her breath. "Amy's a lucky girl, isn't she?" She licked her lips, "you really know how to make a girl sweat, Rory..."
"Allow me to return the favour," Clara whispered as she reached over and her fingers wrapped around his long hard shaft. Amy whimpered as she watched, hoping neither of them noticed her there masturbating until she'd seen enough to get herself off. Rory let out a deep sigh as Clara pumped his dick up and down with her right hand, her thumb stroking the head as she did. "Clara..." he gasped out. "What?" She asked innocently, "not enough for you?" Then her head dived down.
Rory moaned loudly as Clara dragged her tongue teasingly along his shaft. Rory let his hands rest on her shoulders as her lips enclosed around his tip, and she slurped on it hard. She looked up at him with devilish eyes and Rory braced himself. Her lips slid slowly down his erection, taking it all the wall into her mouth, filling her throat. With a cruel slow pace, she sucked on it, first gently but then harder then much much harder. Rory gripped her shoulders so tightly his nails left marks. Clara's head bobbed up and down eagerly, ravishing him like a starving animal. "Oh god," Rory cried out. Amy fingered herself just a little bit harder when she heard that. Clara's head finally popped back up again and she looked at him with a cheshire grin. "You bad bad girl..." Rory breathed out.
Clara yelped as Rory yanked her up onto all fours. He positioned himself behind her and Clara felt the tip of his cock rubbing against her clit again, making her moan and smirk. He grabbed her sides tightly with both hands and slammed her waist back against him, his cock pushing all the way inside her wet entrance. Clara screamed, her whole face contorting as her mouth formed an o shape. She gasped for breath once he was inside her. "Not going to be gentle then?" She called back to him. He grabbed her hair like a ponytail and pulled hard. "No," he answered with a cold edge to his voice that sent a tingling sensation down both Clara and Amy's spines.
Clara was crying out as Rory fucked her doggy-style, one hand yanking her hair back harshly every few moments, the other smacking her smooth round ass, leaving red handprints as he did. Clara squeaked each time she was spanked, but couldn't help but grin each time as well. Amy watched Clara's ass shake as it was struck hard again by the palm of Rory's hand. She closed her eyes, just taking in the sounds as she got close, pressing herself up against the wall and really going in for the final stretch. Amy moaned just as loud as Rory and Clara as she reached her orgasm. Rory's cries drowned her out though as he finished too, shooting into Clara.
Amy slumped down. She couldn't believe what she'd just seen. The two people who made her most horny in the world, fucking the shit out of each other in her bedroom. It really was the stuff dreams were made of. She was woken from her trance by the sound of Rory's voice. "You can come out now Amy!" He called. Amy gulped and quickly pulled her panties back up.
Amy slowly crept out from behind the door and slid inside the room. Rory was stood there with his boxers back on, his hands on his hips. Clara hadn't made that effort, her panties were still strewn across the floor while she was sprawled naked on the bed, grinning and stretching her arms around her head. "Enjoy the show?" She winked. Amy glanced between her and Rory. Then she grinned madly: "Yes!"
Amy had told them both after a little too much to drink about how much the idea of seeing the two of them together and just watching turned her own. She'd suspected all week that they were planning something from the whispers but she'd never thought they would actually... "wow" was all she managed to say. Rory smiled and grabbed her by both cheeks, kissing her passionately. There was her loyal puppy dog she loved. He held her in his arms, rubbing her back gently. "I hope it was everything you wanted it to be, sweetheart." "I love you," Amy whispered. "I love you too" Rory grinned back. Clara pretended to throw up in the background.
"Mr Williams," Amy smiled as she let go of him, "Mrs Williams?" He replied. "Hold Miss Oswald down while I teach her a lesson." Clara's eyes widened as Rory pinned her down again. "With pleasure," he grinned. Clara's eyes widened as Amy's head dove between her legs. Soon the bed was squeaking and the room filled with moaning and groaning again...