Something Forbidden (21 page)

So I turned to Katie and kissed her hard, and when she responded with a moan into my mouth, I told myself that this was okay.

Katie broke the kiss as another orgasm welled up inside her. She kept her eyes open as long as she could, keeping the connection between us. I could practically see her consciousness reduced to a single point of pure bliss. At the same moment, Chloe swallowed my cock into her throat. My breath caught. I came with Katie, erupting inside another woman’s mouth for the first time in forever.

In the come down, I felt guilt course through me like pollution. Did Katie know what Chloe had just done—what I’d let Chloe do to me?

“Oh, fuck, baby,” Greg moaned.

Looking down the length of Katie’s still heaving body, I discovered that Chloe hadn’t remained idle. She’d unsheathed Greg’s cock from its latex shielding and stuffed him down her throat, bobbing fast. I’d somehow blocked out how large he was from our experience in the limo.

For the first time since I’d opened myself to the possibility of Katie being with this couple, I felt intimidated.

Chloe fondled Greg’s balls as she blew him, overwhelming his impressive willpower. With a loud grunt, his eyes fluttered shut and he filled the blonde’s mouth with her second helping of cum that night.

This time, though, she didn’t swallow. Instead, she crawled up between Katie and I, touched my wife’s face, and kissed her hard. Katie’s eyes shot wide, but before she could stop the kiss, the blonde filled her mouth with tongue and cum and saliva.

Katie’s resistance fell away. Her eyes fluttered shut as she gave herself to the Sapphic kiss—her first real kiss with another woman. My cock found its second wind. I shimmied up to the headboard, reclining into the mountain of pillows.

Greg’s eyes met me from the other side of the women. He grinned and nodded, stroking his own cock back to life. Insecurity wriggled in my belly at his size—Katie had never complained about my size, but how could I compete with that?

“Oh, God,” Katie groaned, drawing my attention back to them. Chloe had dropped an arm down my wife’s body, her fingers following the narrow stripe of auburn hair. Katie tightened as the other woman danced her fingertips along her clit, her moan caught, then quickly released.

Chloe whispered something in Katie’s ear before placing kisses along her neck. I leaned closer, catching the last of it.

“...so sexy. You’re so wet. You’re going to love this next part.”

Chloe’s lips dribbled lower, her mouth finding Katie’s breasts, nipples swollen and ready to be sucked. Chloe obliged her, swirling her tongue across my wife’s pale peaks as she continued to work her fingers along Katie’s pussy.

As Chloe switched breasts, she looked up at Greg, a quick burst of silent communication passing between them. He got the message and crawled up closer to Katie’s face, cock in hand.

Katie felt him there, her eyes locking onto his thick dick. She reached for it with greed, tugging it closer. Craning her neck, she took it into her mouth and sucked it. I could almost see the logic in her head: as much as she loved the way Chloe was making her feel, she loved men first, and sucking cock reminded her of that.

But when Chloe’s mouth replaced her fingers between Katie’s legs, all logic vaporized under the crushing pleasure. She moaned around Greg’s member, but he wouldn’t release her. He held himself inside her as she worked through the micro-orgasm. Her body arched, her nostrils flared. She lifted a leg onto Chloe’s back, then set it back down and opened her legs wider.

It was something I’d never thought I’d see in a million years: my wife filled at both ends, a cock in her mouth and a woman’s tongue in her pussy. It was so incongruous with my reality that I wouldn’t have believed it if I wasn’t here, witnessing it with my own eyes. I rode so close to the edge of my own orgasm that I didn’t dare even touch my cock. I just watched, drinking in the debauchery.

Greg finally pulled out when Katie’s world boiled over. Chloe had both hands working her, in addition to her tongue. There was nowhere for my wife to hide from the fire. She bowed backwards, tits in her hands, nipples between her fingers, and released a breathy scream.

I wondered if the walls were soundproofed. If not, I wondered if we’d get complaints. If someone came to the door, how would we explain it?

They were good questions to think about. Easier ones than those prompted by what I’d just witnessed. Definitely easier than the squirming concern I felt as Katie crawled over to Greg and took him back into her mouth.

“Jesus, Katie, you do that so well, but you know what would feel even better?” He urged her up into his lap, and she took the hint. It was Katie who reached between her legs, took hold of his cock, and positioned it against her. “Do it,” he urged.

Before she lowered herself, she looked across his broad shoulders, finding me at the head of the bed. Our eyes locked. A smile turned up the corners of her mouth. And like that, I felt my insecurities fall away.

“Uh, fuck!” Katie’s emoted the words as much as she said them, her body crying out as much as her breath. Her eyelids hung low, but behind them, she kept her eyes on me. She might have been with Greg physically, but her mind was with me.

Like all poignant moments go, this one was gone in an instant. We shared it, it was logged into the story of us, and then we moved on. Or, in this case, Chloe moved us on.

“Don’t worry,” she said, suddenly before me. Her petite frame blocked out the other couple, although I could still hear their wet union and the sharp gasps of fucking. “He’s clean.”

Chloe’s words lacked meaning at first, like she’d spoken them in another language. Understanding descended like a tornado, striking with dizzying fury.

Don’t worry, he’s clean.
Greg wasn’t wearing a condom. I should have been incensed. It should have been a mood killer. Instead, my heart jumped into overdrive, beating so hard I felt it in the throb of my cock.

“I’m clean, too,” Chloe said. “
Very
clean...”

A heartbeat later, I felt her pussy slide along my length, the bare skin of her sex reinforcing the double entendre.

It would have been so easy to just fuck her. I wouldn’t have had to do a thing—just lie back and let her take me. Imagining how good her pussy would feel—the warm tightness of her new embrace—was so real that I panicked for a moment that it was.

Reality snapped back. Chloe was there, blue irises reflecting the warm light of the bedside lamp like an ocean on fire. She danced her bald sex along my length one more time, her slippery femininity caressing the sensitive underside, all the way down to my balls, then back again.

She moved in for the kill. My breath caught. It would feel so good. So, so fucking good. But—

“I can’t.” I took hold of Chloe’s shoulders and lifted her off and away. “I can’t.”

And I didn’t need to
, I didn’t say.

Chloe looked stunned. I wondered if she’d ever been rejected like this. As she stared at me, an incredulous look marring her pretty features, I actually felt bad for her. She’d gone into this night with a set of expectations, just like Katie and I; hers were just different.

“Oh, fuck me.” Katie’s cries refocused us. “Fuck ME!”

“You like that, don’t you, baby.” Greg egged her on. “You like getting some strange.”

“Ah, fuck...me!”

“Your pussy is unbelievable. So tight...”

Chloe slipped away from me, drawn to Katie and Greg’s rutting bodies. She flashed me a withering look, one that said,
You had your chance.

Sliding in behind Katie, Chloe reached around and cupped my wife’s full tits in her hands, kissing the side of her neck.

“You love how good he feels, don’t you?” Chloe whispered, loud enough for me to hear. She glanced over at me. “How full he feels, sliding in and out of you. He can hit spots that you’d forgotten about.”

Katie’s only answer was a groan. Chloe laid kisses along her neck as her hands continued to caress her breasts.

“God, Katie, you’re unbelievably hot.” Chloe kissed along Katie’s jaw, rising up onto her haunches. “I can’t wait to eat his cum out of that pretty pussy of yours.”

Greg planted his hands on the meat of Katie’s ass, lifted her up, and held her steady as he pounded her from beneath. Chloe tipped her head back and drove her tongue into Katie’s mouth.

It was too much for my wife. Sandwiched between the couple, she tore her mouth away from Chloe, threw her head back against the blonde’s shoulder, and shuddered.

Chloe met her husband’s gaze and nodded. “Do it, baby. Fill this slut with your cum so I can lick it out of her.”

Greg grunted, his cock a jackhammer flipped upside down. “Chloe, baby, you’re such a dirty whore.”

Chloe winked at him, took a hand off Katie’s tits, and touched his face.

The exchange was bizarrely relatable. I’d never call Katie a dirty whore, just as Katie and I would never bond over tag-teaming someone else’s wife, but I could relate to their intimacy, as profound as it was unconventional.

I yearned to touch Katie again, to share that moment. I didn’t get my chance immediately, though. Chloe seemed determined to deliver on her promises.

Greg set Katie onto her back as she breathed through the last of her climax. His cock slid free, flaccid and coated in a cocktail of their combined juices. I caught a flash of Katie’s pussy, the trail of another man’s cum glossy in the low light of the room, before Chloe climbed over her.

As if to prove that I could still be shocked, Chloe swung her legs over Katie’s head as she dipped between my wife’s thighs, forming a one-sided sixty-nine.

Greg dragged himself off the bed and flopped into the desk chair. He rested his chin on an elbow and grinned over at me before encouraging my wife to do the unthinkable. “Go on, Katie. Don’t be shy. We know you’re curious.”

Chloe lowered her hips until her pussy was just an inch away from Katie’s mouth. Katie rocked her head back and searched for me wide-eyed. She licked her lips, more from nerves than anything salacious.

I nodded, encouraging, although still not believing.

Katie took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and ran her tongue tentatively along Chloe’s swollen labia. The blonde had been watching over her shoulder. As soon as she felt Katie’s touch, though, she dropped her hips and smothered Katie’s with her bare shaven femininity. And with that done, her attention returned to fully to slurping Greg’s cum from Katie.

I could not believe my eyes. No way was this happening. No way was this not a dream. Yet no matter how many times I blinked or rubbed my eyes, Katie was still splayed out before me, sixty-nining another woman like she’d done it all her life.

“Yeah, Kates. Right there. That feels...so good.” Chloe gnawed her lower lip, looking back down her body as she reveled at Katie’s ministrations.

Katie wasn’t having it. She hooked her leg over Chloe’s head and pulled her back to her cunt. Her assertiveness sent a thrill through me. This wasn’t for show. She was as into the sex as I was watching it.

“Go on, Max,” Greg said. He was in full voyeur mode. “Fuck Chloe. She wants it. You want it. What’s stopping you?”

Katie didn’t seem to hear—maybe she didn’t with the blonde’s thighs closed around her.

It would have been easy to slide into her. I was hard enough. Chloe was wet enough. But no.

“They look like they’re doing a pretty good job on their own.”

I half expected Greg to rise out of the chair, cock once again hard, and demonstrate how
a man
did it. Instead, he shrugged and let it go. “It’s fun to watch, too. For sure.”

The Greg from our first meeting was back. The one who’d hunched alone at the end of the bar as his wife flirted with strangers. The one that I didn’t understand at the time, but now related to.

They drew frenzied energy from the other’s gasps and moans, the sexiest duet I’d ever heard.

They came together (as far as I could tell). Their cries crashed as one, their bodies a tangle of slender arms and soft flesh.

Chloe rolled free, her tight body beaded with sweat. Katie put a hand on her forehead and sighed. “Wow...”

Chloe shifted around until she faced the same direction as my wife. “Was it as good as your fantasies?”

“I...”

My ears perked up. Would she deny having the fantasy? Or confirm it, having never admitted it.

“...yeah. Better. I mean, I never really thought about it much, but...yeah.”

Chloe gave Katie a tender, yet passionate kiss. “I hope you think about it a lot more after tonight.”

I loved that Katie still managed to blush, despite everything that had happened. She sat up and glanced at the clock. “Wow, it’s late. We need to get back.”

Chloe’s eyes flittered down to my erection, as if to say,
You should have fucked me when you had the chance.
Instead, she said, “Tonight was fun. We should do it again sometime soon.”

Neither Katie nor I acknowledged it as we got dressed. The other couple pulled on robes, apparently intending to stay the night. My chest tightened as Greg pulled Katie close and kissed her goodbye. Then Chloe distracted me with a kiss of her own.