Cool With Her (11 page)

Are we okay?
she seemed to ask.

I nodded, although my brain was alive with questions and uncertainties. So Beth had this crazy past—crazier than I’d imagined. So what? She was still the same woman I’d fallen in love with—that I’d married. If I could just stop and process it for one minute, I’d realize that none of it was all that surprising.

But I didn’t have a minute. And nothing about this night could be stopped.

“Look,” Beth whispered, glancing not at Amber and Paul, but at Casey.

Right beside us, Casey was going for it. She was tweaking one of her tits in her hand while the other was moving furiously inside her thong. Her body, naked and glowing with a satin sheen of sweat, was sexier than anything I’d ever imagined. I’d seen her in a bathing suit, but that was back in high school. The Casey of today was a bombshell: full tits with tiny, dark nipples, a narrow waist and flat belly, pierced with a dangling piece of silver jewelry, hips that flared enough to give her an ass and curves that could be called hourglass.

“God, she’s hot,” Beth whispered. “She’s definitely stirring up some buried desires.” Beth’s hand fell on my cock as she said it, just in time to feel it begin to come back to life.

Beth stood, stripping off her unbuttoned top. Her bottoms were gone and with a quick shimmy of her shoulders, she stood before us in her pink satin lingerie.

“You know, we haven’t even told you the craziest part of that night,” Beth said. “Want to hear?”

I did, but I didn’t. I knew what was coming next. I could put it all together. It was sweet torture. “Please.”

“After I blew Shawn, I needed to do something to get him hard again. I so needed to get fucked.” She looked at Casey, not me, her eyes flicking down between the brunette’s legs, where her fingers were pumping herself. “I knew exactly how to get him going—how to get all men going again, right...Casey?”

The other brunette nodded with a smile. And then I watched Beth lower herself over Casey, bracing one hand on the back of the sofa and the other on Casey’s face. Beth leaned in and their lips met in a sweet, gentle kiss. I went from semi-erect to mostly-ready in the span of that kiss. Christ, really?

As if hearing my question, the women returned for a second kiss, this one quickly melting into something longer and deeper. They tipped their heads in that practiced way that experienced kissers do, opening their mouths and letting their tongues roam.

Beth broke it off, looking over at me—at my erect cock. To Casey, she whispered, “Thank you.”

Casey adjusted her glasses, which had gone a bit askew with the kiss. “I can think of a few ways for you to thank me.”

“Is that an invitation?” Beth asked lightly.

“Please.”

I could barely keep up with what was happening. Beth kissed Casey once again—a slower, longer kiss—as her hand slipped from the other woman’s face down her neck. Beth cupped Casey’s tit, her thumb tweaking her nipple. Casey moaned against Beth, their kiss continuing.

Across the way, Amber and Paul had slowed their pace. She was still bent over the coffee table, her tits swinging beneath her, but Paul wasn’t pounding her. They were as mesmerized in the spectacle beside me as I was.

Beth kissed down Casey’s body, sliding down until she could take one of the other woman’s nipples into her mouth.

Amber said, “We didn’t go that far.” She almost sounded wistful.

Beth pulled off Casey, looking back at her friend. “One of my biggest regrets.”

She didn’t wait for a response. She went right back to Casey, slipping to the floor and opening the other woman’s thighs. Looking up at Casey, Beth said, “Watch them. Enjoy it.”

With that, Beth pulled Casey’s thong to the side. I caught a flash of glistening pink before Beth lowered her mouth.

I wrapped my hand around my cock, pumping it slowly as I watched Beth go down on another woman. My head spun. My mind reeled. Yet when Beth looked up at Casey, tugged at her thong, and said, “Let’s take this off,” it was my wife’s familiar voice making the suggestion.

“Shaved,” Beth said, running her thumb across Casey’s bald mound. “Naughty, naughty.”

“Waxed, actually. Just a couple days ago.”

“Mmm, even better.” Beth lifted Casey’s legs over her shoulders. Pressing her middle and index fingers together, she twisted them around and deftly pushed them into Casey’s pussy. Her tongue fell on the other woman’s clit a beat later. The timing was so perfect, so fluid, that any doubt that this was her first time was gone.

Casey raked her fingers through Beth’s hair, moaning as my wife went to work on her. “Uh, God, oh my...God!”

Beth lifted her mouth from Casey’s sex long enough to ask, “Are you watching Amber and Paul? Because as good as your pussy tastes, I wouldn’t want to deprive you of your all-time fantasy of watching another couple.”

Casey giggled. “I can multi-task, don’t worry.” To Amber and Paul, who’d slowed their pace, she said, “Give me a show.”

Paul didn’t need any further encouragement. He rose up onto his haunches, bending Amber deeper over the coffee table as he took her. She braced herself on her elbows, her beautiful face grimacing with each heavy thrust.

Paul fucked like an animal. He slapped her ass. He pulled her hair. He used her body more than made love to it. He used it while all the while staring at my wife—stripped down to her pink bra and thong—as she ate out another woman.

I couldn’t get comfortable. Not with the way that he eye-fucked my wife. Not with the way he took Amber. Certainly not with that tickle of an idea that he’d be fucking Beth this way at some point before we got out of this house. And yet I was harder than I’d ever been all night—something that had almost no connection to Beth’s tongue in Casey’s pussy.

As I watched Paul drill Amber, I forced the issue. Could I take him doing this to Beth? Did I secretly want that?

Fucking hell, yes, I did.

I dialed back my stroking as the two sets of lovers neared release. Casey tried to watch Paul and Amber, but her eyes glazed over as Beth worked her magic. She gritted her teeth and reclined against the sofa. Beth’s tongue danced across her pussy; her fingers curled inward and upward, hitting Casey’s g-spot over and over until she shattered her world.

“Ah—AH!” Casey screamed as she came, her legs twisting around Beth’s head, ankles locked. Beth had to yank free or suffocate, her thumb replacing her mouth as she milked the tail end of Casey’s orgasm.

When Beth looked up at me, she looked sheepish.
So that happened
, she seemed to say. I wanted to grab her and take her hard at that embarrassed smile alone, but before I could do anything, Amber’s cry reminded us that we weren’t alone.

“Is that all you’ve got?” Amber’s challenge sliced through the rising aria of moans and gasps. “Do I need to find a real man to fuck me?”

Paul redoubled his efforts, his fingers squeezing her hips so tightly that he left white marks in her skin.

“Jason over there looks ready to take care of me. Aren’t you, Jace?”

I looked at Beth, who gave a short nod. God, I loved this woman.

“Always,” I said.

Amber twisted out of Paul’s grasp, turning swiftly to shove him back into the love seat. She crawled over him, long limbs over his muscled body. With her face in his, his cock in her hand, she stared him down.

“This is mine. You don’t get to touch it unless I say so. Got it?”

“You can’t tell me—”

“Fuck that, Paul. I’m tired of your contradictions. You can’t tell me you want something, then deny me. You can’t get all fucking turned on watching me flirt with other men, only to yank me back. It turns
me
on, too. There have been other Andrews, you know. There are always Andrews—guys out there wanting nothing more than a quick, no-strings-attached fuck. And you know what? The next time one of them asks and I’m interested, I’m going to do it.”

She looked over her shoulder at me. I knew my role.

“I’m feeling a little left out,” I said. “Want to help me out?”

She smiled, kissed Paul one last time, and rose out of his lap. “I was hoping you’d ask…”

Amber was the epitome of hot: long, wavy blonde hair, pale skin, full breasts and hips wide enough to suggest the proverbial hourglass. I thought she was beautiful back in college, but the last five years had transformed her into the woman that she was.

And that woman was about to fuck me.

She sauntered around the coffee table, her hips swaying with purpose. I thought those knee-high knit socks looked good before, but in the firelight on Amber’s otherwise naked body, they were as sexy as stockings.

“He’s staring at me, Paul,” Amber said without taking her eyes off me. “He’s making me so wet.”

Behind her, Paul’s hand twitched for his cock, but he kept them by his side.

“I’m going to suck his cock. You like that idea, Paul? You ready to watch me give another man a blowjob?”

His
yes
caught in his throat.

Beside me, Beth had crawled up beside Casey. The two women snuggled, cheek to cheek—it was almost innocent, had Beth not been absently stroking one of Casey’s nipples.

Amber sank to her knees. “Long time, Jace,” Amber said. And without further adieu, she dropped her mouth over my length and took me down to the hilt. I passed fluidly into her throat—something I don’t remember her being able to do that last time we were together. Glancing at Paul and his towering erection, it wasn’t hard to figure out where she’d picked up the new skill.

The smacking of lips drew my attention to the women beside me, who were making out again. Beth’s hand had drifted down between Casey’s legs, and as I looked on, Casey’s did the same—sliding beneath Beth’s thong.

Between that girl-on-girl show and Amber’s skilled blowjob, I nearly lost it. Shuddering, I squeezed my eyes shut and forced my thoughts away from anything sexual. Shoveling the snow. Doing laundry. What were we going to do when we ran out of beer...?

None of it helped. All it took was an “Uh, God!” from Beth, and I was right back in the present, sitting next to her as she was fingered by another woman.

Amber pulled away, driving her thumb into my perineum to shut off my release before it started. I groaned. I bucked. But somehow, miraculously, I didn’t come.

“No need to waste that,” Amber said, rising over me. “I want to feel you come inside of me, not in my mouth.”

She rose, swinging her leg over mine. To Paul, she asked, “I bet you’re ready to play with yourself now, aren’t you?”

She was baiting him, and he didn’t grace her with a response. Even in the dim light cast by the fire, though, I could see his jaw clench.

“Keep watching, baby. I want you to just sit there while I fuck your friend until I feel him come deep inside me.” She took my cock in her hand, placed it against her pussy, and sank down on me before I realized what was happening.

Everything about Amber felt so different. Good, but different. Her scent. The way she moved on me. The press of her tits. The aggressive way she kissed me.

Drawing back, I think she came to the same conclusion that I had: we were not fucking our partners. The game fell away. The questions, the fantasies, fell away under the intensity of that raw intimacy. We were back to those two intense weeks when we were a couple, sharing a moment.

Fear, uncertainty, anxiety—I saw them darken her face. Our collective unconscious asked the question together: Was this happening? Was this really fucking happening?

I nodded, answering for us both.
We’re going to be okay. This feels so right.

And then we were fucking again.

“So how does it feel to watch them, Paul?” Beth teased. “Is the reality as good as the fantasy?”

Paul didn’t respond. He never even looked at Beth. All attention was on Amber as she undulated in my lap.

“That’s it, Jason,” Beth said. “Show them how good you are. God, that’s hot.”

I grabbed Amber’s ass, guiding her along my length. Unlike when I was with Beth, Amber fought the help, bucking harder like this was some kind of competition. Who could fuck fastest? Who could get off first?

Amber was moaning like she thought it would be her. “Yeah, yeah!”

I didn’t mind. In fact, if anything, I wanted to give her what she wanted. I wanted to blow her mind. I attacked her neck with my mouth, nibbling along that tall column of sweaty flesh. Her blood raced beneath my lips. I felt it thud and thrive, just below the surface.

She moaned, thrusting her chest up and out, burying me between her tits. I adjusted, finding her nipple and flicking it with my tongue. She pressed harder, filling my mouth with tit-flesh. Her hips were wild in my lap—I let her do her thing, my hands on her ass only to keep her from popping off me.

“Yes, Jason. Yes.” Her voice was tight. Clipped. Like she was fighting for each word. “Fuck. Right there!”

When my teeth grazed her nipple, it was like touching a match to pool of gasoline. Amber’s fingers seized in my hair as she came. I could
feel
—more than hear—her orgasm. Could feel it thrum deep inside of her, the nucleus of a bomb seconds before it washed over me.

“Oh, Jason! Oh! Jason!” She shouted my name with each thundering drive down my cock. My head went light. I nearly joined her. Nearly released myself into her singing depths. Something told me to wait—said,
Easy...easy...

Behind Amber, I heard Beth whispering, but it took me a moment to hear what she was saying. Or where she was.

“He’s going to come inside her,” Beth said. “I bet she didn’t ask for your permission, either. Did she? I know Jason didn’t…”

Something was off. Her voice wasn’t coming from my right. I looked. Only Casey was there, her eyes fixed not on me and Amber, but something on the other couch.

Beth went on. “She just went for it, without stopping even once to ask. To check on you.”

I found Beth snuggled against Paul on the loveseat. She was naked, as was Paul, and had her hand wrapped around Paul’s thick erection. She was whispering into his ear, loud enough for me to hear, but intimate enough to send a shiver up my spine.

She looked across at me. “She should have asked, right? As a good girlfriend, she should have asked. Something like,
Hey, Jason, mind if I suck Paul’s cock?
”