by Selena Kitt
She pulled the covers over Jody’s sleeping form, watching as the dark-haired woman turned on her side, her hand curled up near her face. So beautiful. Carrie brushed her hair away from her cheek, listening to the sound of her breathing, thinking of her promise.
If only she knew what Doc’s reaction would be…
She had imagined it going a hundred different ways, but the one she feared most was Doc giving her some sort of ultimatum. It had never happened, in all the years of their marriage. He’d always been open and accepting of her choices in women. They’d always been so simpatico. Why would she think this time was any different?
But it was different. And as much as her heart wanted to deny that, her head knew better.
“Goodnight,” Carrie whispered, leaning over and kissing Jody’s cheek.
She stirred only a little, smiling in her sleep.
Carrie tried to be as quiet as she could, opening the door that joined their rooms, but Doc was awake. And he’d clearly been listening, or at least thinking about them, because there was lesbian porn on the Pay-Per-View and his cock was hard in his fist. Just the sight of him made her mouth water and her pussy clench, reminding her of exactly what she’d been missing tonight.
“Have fun?” His eyes were bright as Carrie closed the door, locking it behind her.
“Were you listening?” Carrie had left her clothes—panties and cami—in Jodi’s room. She leaned against the door, licking her lips and looking at her husband’s cock.
“Hell yes.” He nodded at the television, where a blonde and a brunette were thoroughly licking each other’s pussies. “That’s why I have it on mute.”
“If you squint, that could almost be me and Jody.” Carrie did squint, biting her lower lip.
“That was the idea.” Doc chuckled. “Was it as good in person as it was over Skype?”
“Better.” Carrie drifted toward the bed, her gaze moving from the girls on the television back to her husband, whose hand was slowly stroking his cock, a nice, teasing motion. “Oh my God, Doc, her mouth. She licked my ass.”
“Oh fuck.” Doc groaned, grabbing his cock and squeezing it. “Really?”
“She licked—everything.” Carrie’s hands moved down over her sleek curves, remembering the way Jody’s cock had rubbed between her breasts, the way she had shoved it deep into her throat as she came. But she couldn’t tell Doc that.
“Did you come?”
“So hard.” Carrie’s fingers dipped into her slit, slippery wet still. “I came all over her face.”
“That’s what I thought I heard.” A smile played on his lips as he looked down, watching her play. She parted her labia, showing him. “She licked and sucked my clit. With her fingers buried in my cunt.”
Doc moaned, his hand moving a little faster on his cock.
“And her thumb in my ass…”
“Fuckkkk.” Doc swallowed, his thighs tensing, pulling the skin taut to the base. Carrie saw his balls were tight. He’d been edging, bringing himself close and backing off again, probably the whole time. He was ready to explode.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about having a cock inside me.” Carrie put one knee on the bed, fingers sliding down through her wetness, finding her hole and pressing in. She was telling him the truth. That’s what she told herself as she climbed onto the bed, crawling toward him. “I kept wishing you were there, with your big, hard cock.”
She swung her leg over, straddling him. Doc held his cock still, watching as she rocked her hips, spreading her pussy so her clit rubbed against the head. Moaning, Carrie positioned herself, and Doc helped, guiding his cock to her hole.
“Ohhhhh baby,” she whispered, closing her eyes and sinking down onto his shaft, until he was buried deep inside her.
“Is that what you wanted?” Doc murmured, as his wife began to rock. “A big, hard cock inside you?”
“Yeah,” she breathed, not opening her eyes, not willing to chance him seeing it on her face—that she was picturing Jody’s cock inside her, hands on her hips, nails digging into her flesh.
She didn’t have to fantasize what it would be like to be with Doc and another woman. They’d done that too many times to count. It still made her hot—and him too. It was some deep part of their psyches that she imagined would never fully disappear. It was part of who they were.
But now she was imagining Jody, and what it would be like to have her here. Two cocks to play with—oh the possibilities! One in her mouth while the other pounded her pussy. Doc fucking her ass while Jody slid into her cunt.
“Look at me.” Doc’s hands moved up Carrie’s waist as she rocked on top of him, lost in her fantasies. “Look at me, baby.”
Carrie opened her eyes, meeting his in the dim lamp light. The television was still on but neither of them were paying any attention to the licking and sucking going on there. They were too busy fucking.
“Are you okay?” Doc pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her shoulders, searching her eyes.
She nodded, not speaking, pressing her lips to his, knowing she couldn’t answer him honestly. Carrie moaned as he rolled her to her back, still inside her. She put her arms around his neck and clung to him, feeling his balls slapping hard against her ass as he fucked her. Doc’s mouth slanted across hers, his tongue probing, making the same hard, thrusting motions as his cock.
Then his head came up and he looked at her, using his arms to prop himself up to look at her. A question passed over his face, confusion, his eyes searching.
“What?” she whispered. She was doing her best to keep quiet. For some reason, she didn’t want Jody to hear them.
“Nothing.” Doc shook his head, leaning in to kiss her again, his tongue licking at her lips, parting them.
Carrie moaned as his hips began to move again, making fast, hot circles, burying his cock deeper every time. She bucked up against him, sucking at his tongue, drawing him into her as much as she could.
“Harder,” she panted. The headboard banged against the wall, and the bed squeaked underneath them, and she knew Jody could probably hear them now, but she was too far gone to think about it. “Oh please! Pound my pussy! Pound my little pussy, Doc!”
He groaned, grabbing her thighs and pressing her back, kneeling up between her legs as he slammed his cock deep into her flesh. She pressed her palms flat against the headboard to keep from knocking into it with every thrust. Doc rutted deep inside her, growling like an animal.
“Fill me,” she begged. She was chasing her climax in hot, little circles with her fingers around her throbbing clit. “Oh fuck! Fuck! I’m going to come! Fill me, baby! Fill me with all that hot fucking cum!”
Doc gave a low grunt and arched, the first wave of his cum spurting deep into her clenching little cunt. Carrie cried out, bucking, thrashing under him with her orgasm. He pinned her to the bed, like his cock was a sword and he’d run her through. She squirmed, but couldn’t get away, not from him, not from the delicious, torturous spasm of her pussy, again and again, until she thought it would never end.
“Oh fuck.” Doc collapsed beside her on the bed, an arm thrown over his eyes. “You’re so fucking hot when you take a new lover. It’s like getting to fuck you for the first time all over again.”
“Really?” Carrie panted at the ceiling. She hadn’t ever thought of it that way.
Doc reached out, his hand brushing hers. He linked their fingers, squeezing gently.
“I love you.” He lifted her hand, kissing her fingers.
Carrie smiled through her tears, and for the second time that night, listened to someone she loved fall deeply asleep.
Chapter 7
“The market’s rebounding,” Elise said as she opened closets and made notes on her yellow legal pad. She took another picture with her phone camera of the living room and kitchen as she walked through. “We’ll have no problem selling this place.”
“You think so?” Carrie asked, surprised. She was in real estate and knew the market was improving ba
ck home, too, but she hadn’t anticipated that it would be the same in Florida. People might have a little more spending cash than they did five or ten years ago, but enough to invest in a time share or vacation property?
“Real estate is always in demand down here.” Elise opened the sliding door that led to their private beach and stepped out onto the patio in her high heels. “And you’ve got quite a stretch of premium land here.”
“Yes, we were lucky to get it when we did.” Carrie pulled her cover-up closer around her as she stepped outside. She’d been sunbathing—Jody and Doc had bonded over firearms and had gone to the local hunt club to do some target shooting—when Elise called and asked to come by to take some measurements and get some pictures.
She remembered the first time she’d been to the time share, soon after she’d met Doc. It had been his parents who had bought into it first, along with Brady, who later took Doc under his wing in his family practice. Doc’s parents had given up their part of the time share to their son, finding it too taxing to travel back and forth. They were probably the only two aging people she knew who didn’t want to move to Florida when they retired.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if we sold it while you were here.” Elise squinted up and down the beach as if she were looking for some flaw, but the expression on her face told Carrie she wasn’t finding it.
Their little place was heaven on earth.
“We’re only going to be here two weeks!” Carrie exclaimed as Elise walked to the edge of the patio—she didn’t go any further, though. Not in high heels on the sand.
“I know.” The agent raised her phone, turning slowly as she took a panorama of the beach view.
“That soon...” Carrie mused, hugging herself as if she were cold, even though it was at least eighty-five degrees. It had been unusually warm this week so far, which made it perfect sunbathing weather. Her tan lines were already disappearing. She’d been forced to put a bikini on when Elise had called, saying she was going to stop by.
“Trust me, I’ll get phone calls as soon as I list it.” Elise flipped through the photos on her phone, shading the view with her hand from the sun’s glare. “Once these pictures go up, we’re going to get swamped with offers.”
“Well, that’s good.” Carrie looked out at the waves rolling in, worrying her lip. This was what they had come down here for. The agent was enthusiastic, motivated, and seemed to think it wouldn’t take long at all to sell. That was great news. Except it didn’t feel so great. In fact, it left Carrie with a hard knot in the middle of her belly.
“I’ll email you the listing as soon as it’s up,” Elise said, tucking her phone back into her purse. “I think I have everything I need. I’ll call you if I have any more questions.”
“Well, thanks.” She heard a car pull up around front, the dark prowl of the Mustang. Doc and Jody were home. Carrie opened the sliding door, stepping back into the cool air conditioning, Elise close behind.
“It’s hotter than forty hells out there.” Jody came in, looking long-legged and gorgeous in a sleeveless, orange paisley print dress, fanning her flushed face with a folded piece of paper. She stopped when she saw Elise, looking surprised. “Well, hello.”
“Elise is the agent Marcy sent over to do the listing,” Carrie explained as Doc came in, closing the front door behind him.
“Oh, great to meet you.” Doc came forward, holding out his hand to shake the agent’s.
“I think you’re going to be very happy with the results we get, Mr. Baumgartner.” Elise looked him up and down appreciatively, beaming. Carrie had noticed the woman didn’t wear a wedding ring. “I expect a lot of traffic through here once I get the listing up.”
“Great!” Doc smiled and Carrie noticed the way the agent glanced over at Jody, trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together. She could almost hear Elise thinking, There’s no way I’d let my husband traipse around with a woman who looked like that!
“Nice to meet you, Elise.” Jody held out her hand, smiling at the woman’s strange look. Jody looked like she was enjoying the other woman’s confusion.
“You, too.” Elise glanced at Doc, then at Carrie, clearly hoping to find a clue.
“This is Jody—our cousin.” That’s what Carrie went with, seeing Elise relax a little. “She needed a little vacation, so we invited her down for our last visit.”
“Ohhhh, I see.” That seemed to satisfy Elise’s curiosity anyway, although Carrie’s explanation had amused Jody, if the smirk on her face was any indication. “Well it certainly is a great place to vacation.”
“I’m going to miss it.” Carrie sighed, glancing out the sliding door into the sunshine.
“If it were mine, I’d live here all the time.” Jody took a seat on the sofa, crossing one knee over the other. Her skirt came to just above, but rode up slightly when she sat, revealing her long legs. Elise noticed, frowning. Jody just smiled. “I mean, why leave paradise?”
“If I had a job down here, I just might consider it.” Doc half-sat on the arm of the chair. Carrie looked at him, surprised. They loved coming down here for vacations, it was true, but she’d never heard him say he wanted to set up shop or anything.
“I’m sure there’s someone out there who will just love this place,” Elise countered, clearly trying to steer the conversation back towards a decision that would net her a hefty commission. “I think you’re doing the right thing. Trust me, this is a great place to vacation—but you don’t want to live here.”
“Why not?” Carrie asked.
“Well, for one thing, the mosquito’s the state bird.” Elise winked, giving a little, tinkling, fake laugh. “And the weather’s gorgeous like this in September, but you don’t want to be here in the summer. The air conditioning bills alone!”
“They’re bad enough when we’re here in the winter,” Carrie agreed.
“Don’t forget the hurricanes,” Doc added.
“Plus, there’s the freak factor.” Elise sighed, giving a small shake of her head, her lips pursing. “Especially here in Key West.”
“The freak factor?” Carrie felt the hackles on the back of her neck stand up. She had a feeling she knew where this was heading and didn’t like it.
“It’s not quite as bad where I live, out in Key Largo.” Elise spoke conspiratorially. “We’ve got a lovely little beach house there. But the further south you get, the more they let the freak flag fly.”
“Is that so?” Jody twirled a lock of dark hair around her finger.
“Duval Street is just the worst.” Elise gave a delicate shudder. “I wouldn’t go down there at night, not even if you paid me.”
“Because it’s dangerous?” Doc raised his eyebrows.
“No, disgusting.” Elise looked to Jody, who was the only one who hadn’t expressed judgement at her opinion. It was clear both Doc and Carrie weren’t happy with the direction of the conversation, but Jody had remained neutral, so clearly Elise thought she might have an ally there. Little does she know, Carrie thought, looking between them.
“The gay men are bad enough—they roller blade around town in, well, let’s say, beach attire.” Elise put her hands out in a warding-off gesture.
“You mean…” Jody leaned in, lowering her voice like she was whispering a secret. “Suits so tight you can see their religion?”
“Exactly!” Elise gave that fake laugh again. “Oh, and then there are the men who think they want to be women.”
“You don’t say?” Jody’s plucked, delicately arched eyebrow went up.
“The...” She leaned in closer, as if whispering it might keep her from being dirtied by even saying it out loud. “Transsexuals.”
“On Duval Street?” Doc waved his hand, shaking his head. “You know, a lot of them are just cross-dressers or drag queens.”
“Is there a difference?” Elise made a face.
“A big one, actually,” Carrie countered, giving Jody a knowing look. Jody just pressed her lips together, trying not to smile.
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br /> “They’re quite aggressive.” Elise straightened, holding her legal pad close to her chest. “I’m sure it was different when you first bought here. You had small kids then, didn’t you?”
“Yes.” Carrie nodded, remembering the hours the kids had spent making castles in the sand out there. “They’re all grown now.”
“Well, let’s just say, Las Vegas is more family-friendly these days than Key West.”
“But it sounds like it’s a perfect place to let your freak-flag fly.” Jody smiled sweetly when Elise blinked in her direction. So much for having an ally, Carrie thought, hiding her own smile.
Elise’s spine straightened, her lips barely moving when she said, “I don’t have a freak flag.”
“I bet you do,” Carrie countered, unable to hide her smile anymore. “You just haven’t found it yet.”
“Well, I’ve got to get going.” Elise took a step back toward the foyer. “I’ll email you when the listing is up.”
“Goodbye, Elise.” Doc stood, taking a few, long strides to the door and opening it for her. She edged her way by him, and Carrie covered her mouth with her hand when her husband couldn’t resist and said, as the agent went out the door, “Unfurl that freak flag, lady. Life’s too short to care what everyone else thinks.”
“That poor woman.” Jody laughed as soon as the door closed behind her.
“Some people.” Doc pointed a finger-gun at the door, aimed, and fake-fired. “Can’t live with ‘em, can’t shoot ‘em.”
“This is Florida—it’s a stand-your-ground state,” Jody reminded him. “Hey, Carrie, did you know your husband can burn money faster than any man I know?”
“I know.” She laughed, walking over to Doc and kissing him on the cheek. “What did he buy now?”
“Oh, we just spent an hour at the range,” Jody reminded her. “And ammo isn’t cheap.”
“This girl can shoot!” Doc exclaimed, grinning like a fool.
