Chaz came in first, clapping my fiance’s arm. “Hey, bro.”
Hudson deadpanned, “No kiss for you.”
His friend mocked a dramatic pout. “Be careful or I might bite you.”
Savanna, wearing a raincoat, followed Chaz, and draped her arms around Hudson’s neck. She pointedly looked at me and then kissed him full on the mouth.
I felt sick.
At the same time, I got hot seeing her lithe form draped on my future husband. Did the married woman have no shame? She was kissing my fiancé right in front of her husband.
She stepped back and undid her coat, letting it fall open to reveal pink lingerie.
I found something at which helped solidify some of my equilibrium: Hudson hated pink.
I said so.
Hudson tilted his head to the side slowly. “Well, it does look nice on you, but… Kirsten is right. Pink just isn’t my thing.”
Savanna pouted.
My fiancé made a suggestion, though. “Tomorrow, let Kirsten take you shopping for some deep red. She knows the color I like and style.” He shifted towards me. “You’ll do that for me, right? Buy her a nice set of red I like?” He smiled sweetly.
Suddenly, I was the center of attention and he was asking me… the sense of power returned a little. I said, “Of course…”
His smile sparkled. “Wonderful.” He touched Savanna’s shoulder. “Be here at ten tomorrow morning; that’s when she likes to go shopping. She’s got a credit card with almost no limit.”
I alternated between pride and uncertainty.
Savanna looked at me with level eyes and a tiny smile spread on her lips. “All right.”
I gulped, wondering if I had won or lost that round of battle. Was it a battle? Was I in position? Or lost? I couldn’t decide what to feel and just stood there trembling.
Hudson slid his arm around Savanna’s waist. “Let’s go upstairs.” To me, he said, “I’m sure you’d rather stay down here, knowing you don’t like Savanna all that much.”
I stood straight and proud, despite my lack of inner strength. He had offered a position I greedily grabbed for. “That’s right. I’ll be down here.” I thrust my chin in the air and heaved my tits from side to side.
Savanna giggled.
Chaz lifted his eyebrows and grinned.
Hudson kissed my lips with a quick peck and I welcomed it until I remembered that Savanna’s tongue had been in his mouth just a minute before.
I swallowed noisily as they passed.
Hudson said, “Don’t worry, we’ll shut the door so you don’t have to hear—”
I said, “You don’t have to shut the door.” I didn’t want them thinking I was weak or cared.
They climbed the steps, heading towards my bedroom and my bed. Our bed, but… it was mine.
I fumed. She’s going to wrinkle the cover. She’s going to toss my little Betty Boop pillow. She’s going to kick my pink fuzzy bunny slippers. She’s—
Laughter drifted down from upstairs. All three of them.
What are they laughing about? Are they laughing at me? I stomped to the bottom of the stairs, ready to march up there… But it had gone quiet.
It stayed quiet for a long time.
I paced.
I went to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of wine. I set it aside unopened and just stood there, straining to hear any little thing above me. I went out to the base of the stairs and listened.
Did they all die or something?
Silence.
I went back to the kitchen and opened the wine. I took down a glass and poured.
There was a thump.
I looked up and wondered what it was.
Silence.
I took the wine into the living room and hit the switch for the electric starter on the gas fireplace. It hissed and whumped to life, giving me what I had formerly thought of as a comforting way to ruminate on life.
Something drifted downstairs – a moan?
I set down the untouched glass and went to the bottom of the stairs. Faintly, Savanna’s moans came and went.
Is that sex? What are they doing? Is he… Is he! Is he licking her? I frowned so hard it hurt. There was no way I was going to allow my future husband to stick his tongue in that woman’s pussy.
I stomped up the stairs and heard another, louder moan at the top. I froze. To the left, around the corner, was the short hall that led to the master bedroom over the kitchen.
Slowly, I peeked around the corner and down the hall to my open bedroom door.
Immediately, I saw Chaz sitting in the chair. He was all leaned back and naked, his dick… His little dick was in the air and he was playing with it.
No wonder Savanna likes my fiancé. His dick is huge compared to…
I stepped out more and leaned. There was no danger of Chaz seeing me unless he craned his neck around. Rather, he was very focused on the bed. When I had seen him, I had only noticed feet and legs. With another step, I saw my Hudson between Savanna’s legs.
I froze and couldn’t breathe. I was afraid to. Not wanting to see, but drawn inexorably to the horror of the sight – like a rubber-necker at a car wreck, I stared wide-eyed at my future husband’s butt flexing and pumping as he fucked Chaz’s wife.
Savanna moaned suddenly. “…feels so good…”
Hudson mumbled something.
She said, “It’s so much bigger than my husband’s.”
Chaz groaned and lifted his hips higher, stroking his little erection frantically.
I couldn’t move. Energy coursed up and down my heavy limbs. Blood pounded painlessly in my head, providing me with heightened senses. Sounds were crisp and clear. A wave of euphoria filtered through my head like a strong drink of wine. My chest swelled with air and vitality. For a brief couple of seconds, I vibrated on the edge of power and balance.
I felt vastly alive.
Then my head began to swim. I swallowed in a spasm that I thought could be heard throughout the entire condo.
I stepped backwards gingerly and quietly descended the stairs.
I had seen enough.
Anger replaced the sense of vitality and I sat and grabbed up my glass of wine. I didn’t need to see any more. I didn’t need to hear it. I didn’t want to witness it.
It disgusted me.
I drank a heavy swallow and relished the melting flow of warmth that descended my inner being. Nope, my glass of wine was more than enough for me; I didn’t need to see my fiancé having sex with that woman.
Savanna moaned loudly and said something encouraging.
What was that? I frowned at not being able to hear it. Suddenly, my limbs shook with the need to hear – and see – it again. What are they doing? What are they saying? If I don’t get up there, I might miss whatever it is that makes her so special.
I got to my feet and hurried to the stairs.
Savanna’s moans were louder.
Chaz was saying something, urging her on.
I rushed up the stairs, almost dizzy with need. I slammed into the wall, off balance, and froze.
The noises continued.
I hurried again, reaching the top and panting hoarsely for breath. I peeked around slowly.
Chaz was standing to their side, masturbating happily.
My Hudson was leaned up, driving his hips as hard as he could into Savanna. Her legs were spread wide on my bed, taking every harsh thrust my future husband gave her. He was groaning loudly, but strained with effort. I had never heard him make those sounds with me. It was as if every push was his utmost effort and he struggled to do more.
Savanna moaned, muffled, “Fuck me! Yes!”
I trembled violently, and a hot rush raced up from my pussy to my chest. I couldn’t tear my attention away from Hudson’s vigorous fucking of Savanna. His back and leg muscles strained with the exertion and he was shaking from the effort. Savanna’s legs flailed and her thigh muscles flexed – as small as they were – with each thrust she met of his. Her hips writhed un
der Hudson’s and I saw the beautiful symmetry of their movements.
When Hudson fucked me, I just laid there. Savanna was in constant motion and it looked perfect.
I could not look away. Tension flooded my shoulder and chest. My heart pounded faster and more powerfully as I soaked in the sight.
Chaz mumbled feverishly, “Fuck her harder, Hudson. Harder.”
Savanna gasped with effort, “Yes, f-fuck… my pussy…” I could see her head moving violently to the thrusts. Her eyes appeared and disappeared over and over to the side of my fiance’s shoulder. His thrusts were driving the air out of her. She clawed at his arm and then arched her back. “Oh yes! Fill me… with your beautiful cock!”
I gasped with pride.
He was making her cum.
My hand reached down my pants and began rubbing at my clit. It was tense and hot and needed immediate attention. I trembled, spinning my fingers as fast as I could around my aching clit.
I marveled at his power as he drove his thick cock into the skinny woman. My eyes widened as far as they would go as Savanna thrashed about under him and wailed through an orgasm.
Chaz was in a frenzy. “Fuck my wife… fuck my wife… fuck my wife…” He stood on his tiptoes and let loose a long stream of cum onto their moving bodies.
I almost came.
Hudson panted breathlessly, “Dammit, Chaz…”
I swooned. I loved seeing that. Even if I was amazed at how much cum came out of that little cock in just one squirt, I was more impressed seeing it spray onto my Hudson and Savanna.
I really liked that.
I wanted to finish right there. Instead, I edged, not wanting to cum and possibly make noise. My body thrilled to the fantastic feeling of edging while watching my future husband energetically fuck his friend’s wife.
Hudson groaned heavily, “I’m going to…” He didn’t finish. Instead, he drove her so hard that her head slid with each shove higher and higher up the pillows and to the headboard.
Her eyes were glazed, but I saw them focus.
She saw me.
I jerked back, too late.
Savanna said to Hudson as he was finishing inside her, “Is my pussy good?”
My fiancé panted breathlessly, “Best I’ve ever felt.”
“Better than Kirsten’s?”
I froze. Bitch.
My fiancé laughed derisively. “Oh yeah. Way better.” He grunted heavily, depositing another late squirt into the woman.
I crumpled inside. Up, down, up down, I didn’t know if I could continue standing with all the emotional loops I was going through.
Her voice changed, losing some of the bitchy arrogance and becoming pleading. “Please tell me we can keep fucking.”
Hudson was quieter, weary. “As long as Chaz wants it, definitely.”
His friend laughed. “Fuck yeah, bro. All the time. I can’t keep her satisfied with this little thing.”
Savanna purred, “I’m going to need a lot of your cock.”
Hudson murmured, “You’ll get it.”
I sank down the stairs, barely keeping my feet. My pussy ached ferociously, needing to cum, but I didn’t want to find relief right now after hearing that.
The ache teased me to the memory of their conversation the rest of the night.
CHAPTER 6
I still hadn’t cum the next morning and tried to remember as much detail of Hudson’s kiss before he left for work.
“Show her what I like,” he had said.
I wanted to please him.
If I had to buy her lingerie and it made him happy with me, then I was going to do just that. I needed him to value me and be pleased.
It wasn’t his fault that he fucked Savanna. It was mine. Or Chaz’s. Or hers. But Hudson was just an innocent player here who maneuvered between me, Chaz, and Savanna.
I had to do my part.
Savanna was intentionally sweet to me when she arrived. “How are you this morning?”
Something in me recognized her attempt as having nothing to do with her interest in me, but rather that of my future husband’s. Still I appreciated her effort. “Fine…”
“Did you sleep okay?”
“Yes,” I lied.
“So you’re going to take me lingerie shopping?”
With relief, I said, “Yes.” It would prove to my fiancé that I was a part of his team. I was worthy of being his wife. “Let’s go.” I wriggled, then stopped when I realized my wriggle always made her sneer. I had to remember that I was out with a woman I didn’t like – not my fiancé.
No, I hadn’t slept well, but it had been an interesting experience. As Hudson slept quietly next to me, I had smelled her perfume on my pillow the entire night. Visions of them fucking hard right where I was lying tormented my pussy endlessly. I rubbed my clit, edging and not daring to finish lest I wake Hudson. But their smell on my pillow drove me nuts.
I could still imagine I smelled it.
She made small talk about Chaz and his issue with his small dick. I didn’t mind talking about that as I actually enjoyed her husband being involved with my man. It was a shame that Chaz didn’t have a bigger dick because I would’ve loved to see Hudson suck it.
We walked through the mall and I almost stopped at the cookie kiosk, but my errand took precedence.
We entered the sexy sanctity of warm lights and lace. Savanna immediately drifted away from me, moving among the displays and touching the satins and laces. She turned at the back of the store. “So what does he like? Teddies? Tights? Bodysuits?”
Before she could go on, I said, “Over here.”
“These?” She looked at the displays curiously. “Like this?”
“No, not the Guccis. Not the loose ones, anyway. He likes the tighter fits. The bras and panties,” I pointed, “like these.”
Her eyebrows went up. “Black? White? Or only the deep red?” She lifted some red panties.
“Not that red. Too light.” She didn’t know what he liked and that satisfied me. I looked on the other side of the display. “He likes this color.” I held up some deep red panties all lacy and sexy. My pussy began to ache. Hudson loved these, though I had never had the courage to try them. They were for skinny people who had patriarchal issues. However, at this moment, I yearned to see Savanna wear these for him. I wanted her body to display these delightful little laces to my future husband.
I hoped he got excited seeing them on her.
Savanna stood by me, her arm rubbing mine as she held up the panties to look at them. “These will make him hard for me?”
I gulped and nodded. I pressed forward, surreptitiously pushing my clit against the wooden edge of the display. I couldn’t help myself.
She put them down.
“What are you doing? He likes those.”
“Those are way too big for me.” She pondered over the tags. “These.”
The floor help was a chunky girl in between my thicc size and Savanna’s bone-thin wispiness. She gave me a brief look, and Savanna a longer look of envy and disdain. “Are you two finding what you need?”
I said, “We know exactly what we’re looking for.” I thought of wriggling, but didn’t.
The help’s nametag said Jet. She made a bored face and lifted her eyebrows. “The plus sizes are over—”
I said, “We’re shopping for her.” At once, I felt defensive of Savanna; Jet couldn’t fat shame her. I made a face at the help.
She looked Savanna up and down and scowled.
Inside, I thrilled to the arrogant girl’s disappointment. Curvy girl thought she could fat shame me? Ha! I sneered at her.
Savanna deliberately ignored both of us, though I knew she was listening. She was holding up size 2 panties. “These twos might be a little big…”
I knew she was saying it for Jet’s displeasure and I smiled at our dual take-down of the rude help.
Jet kept trying. “Those are probably too small. You look more like a four.”
Savanna barked
a sharp laugh. “Someone needs strong glasses. No, definitely a two.” She turned her head to me. “I don’t want them falling off in front of your fiancé.”
Jet blinked.
I blushed, flushed with a cold sweat, and found myself pressing harder against the wooden edge of the display. I glanced at Jet and then away, shamed and excited all at the same time. Yes, I think I wanted them to just fall off in front of Hudson – that would be… sexy. But he liked seeing lingerie on a woman and I wanted her to get the right fit.
Savanna rubbed in the shame and thrill. “As long as these make your fiancé hard, I’ll let you buy them for me.”
I stifled a moan and looked down, nodding. My face felt like it was on fire. So did my pussy. My back, however, was clammy and cold.
Jet walked quietly away.
And that was how I bought the lingerie for her, blushing and pushing my credit card across the counter top. I felt like I was withering under Jet’s eyes, which only seemed to be focused on me. One of her eyebrows was lifted higher than the other and I thought I detected a little accusation there – as if I hadn’t been fat, I wouldn’t have been buying sex-clothing for another woman to please my man.
It was very patriarchal.
Just the idea that the stilted and antique structure might hold any sway over me made me want to dye my hair in streaks of blue and purple.
Savanna departed from my condo after dropping me off. I had time to consider the spinning sensation of the vortex in which I was caught.
It was my man, and my house. My invitation to Chaz shouldn’t have included his wife in pleasing my future husband, but that was something that could no longer be recalled and changed.
Just the image of her mouth greedily sucking my fiancé made me wet and achy.
The churning inside of me was not something that made me feel ill, though it did suck me into a sewage of self-recrimination. No, I twisted and turned as surely to reality as the world spun and days passed. There was no stopping the world to let me off. There was no street corner for me to scream my obstinance over something that wouldn’t change, though holding a sign and delivering abuse to clueless people sounded like a good prescription.
Flipped Page 3
