by A. S Peavey
But Vickie had whipped up the fervor, and the passion, and the excitement. Kelsey had not known what she was looking or hoping for when she sought to instill passion in her sex life. She had not imagined it would be this.
Because this was uncontrollable. Almost unbearable. But the truth of sex is that it is a mixture of pain and pleasure, pleasure and pain. The sexual urge allows you to work through whatever pains are necessary, sore muscles, aching joints. It makes uncomfortable contortions desirable. It encourages you to exercise even when you are a couch potato or a desk jockey.
Watching her husband fucking was the psychological equivalent.
Kelsey was not pained to see the physical interaction, the simple act of fucking. She was pained at the way Vickie controlled her, and used her husband.
And so she took little pleasure (at least relatively), from watching their bodies pump together. Instead, she enjoyed the mental game, the social dynamic.
Her mind was so wrapped up that she didn’t even notice her own body, her own movements, not as individual actions. She was even more on autopilot than that first afternoon, when she heard Carter and Mira fucking. She had planned today to leisurely undress herself, to slowly work herself up. She had planned to fuck herself, to bring about her orgasm slowly, and in close time with her husband.
But her body wouldn’t let her control her movements. Her orgasm came before Omar’s. As enjoyable as the first fuck with Vickie was for him, it would be equally short in duration. He wouldn’t be able to slow his pleasure as he enjoyed another woman’s vagina, with full permission from his wife. And yet Kelsey’s orgasm arrived faster.
Then Kelsey moaned. She couldn’t help herself, she couldn’t stop the sound, even if she had wanted.
And suddenly she became the exhibitionist, and Vickie and Omar the voyeurs. And Omar did not last long before spilling himself for the first time inside Vickie.
“Kelsey.” Vickie beckoned her over with one word and one crooked finger.
Vickie stumbled across the room, her feet betraying her; it would have been easier to crawl. Maybe Omar would have preferred watching that. Maybe Vickie would have preferred that.
When she arrived, Vickie leaned down and whispered into her ear. “Suck your husband. Get him hard again.”
Kelsey’s breath stopped for a moment. She couldn’t believe herself—she probably wouldn’t believe she’d done half of this tomorrow, or at least on Monday, since this weekend might well become a sex-a-thon. There were times in Kelsey’s life that, if told what she would do today, she would have renounced the world to live in a nunnery.
She didn’t just obey. She pounced on her husband’s half hard cock, not caring that she would have to—or maybe even desiring to—lick the mixture both Vickie and Omar had left on it. She was ravenous. And she didn’t just want to get to the point where Omar was ready to fuck her. She wasn’t sure if she cared if Omar would be fucking her soon, or if Vickie insisted on taking round two as well, since round one had been short, if exciting.
Kelsey was actually wondering, as Omar’s cock returned to full strength, if Vickie would want some cleaning and fluffing as well. Kelsey still knelt on the ground as she worked on her husband, and her head was sandwiched between their groins. She could feel the heat emanating between them.
But Vickie tapped her on her shoulder. “I think you’ve done enough. Go sit on the arm of the couch.”
Kelsey nodded and did as she was told, preparing to masturbate again, this time looking directly at them. Before she’d had a view at an angle, now they were facing her, even if they were looking more at each other. Vickie placed herself in the middle of the couch and told Omar to fuck her doggy style, smiling briefly up at Vickie as her husband entered her.
Kelsey had more control over herself this time. The same mixture of pleasure and pain was present, but she thought she would be able to take this in consciously, to delay her own orgasm and just enjoy what she was watching.
But Vickie wasn’t about to let things grow stale. With both arms she beckoned Kelsey over, as if she wanted to hug Kelsey’s waist as she fucked Kelsey’s husband.
She didn’t hug Kelsey though, instead she put her arms on Kelsey’s shoulders.
Omar stopped his motions.
Vickie looked behind her. “I didn’t tell you to stop fucking me,” she told Omar. So when she started whispering to Kelsey, she was swaying back and forth, the sexual act extremely obvious, even without the need to see Vickie’s nudity.
“Do you just want to watch?” Vickie asked. She had to pause in the middle, when her motion took her too far away to whisper.
Kelsey bit her lip. “I…I want Omar.”
“That’s not what I mean.”
“What…”
“You know. I saw you looking at my pussy when you undressed me, and then when you were coming up for air after sucking your husband.”
It took nearly a minute for Vickie to get that out, between her motion and the periodic moans Omar elicited from her. All that time Kelsey’s eyes grew wider. She couldn’t deny her desire.
“Do you want me to…”
Vickie shook her head. “I want you to lie back and be eaten out while you husband fucks me. Do you want that?”
“What are you two talking about?” Omar asked.
Vickie didn’t immediately reply. Unlike before, this was not something she was willing to force Kelsey into. She was waiting for Kelsey to nod—which she eventually did—before turning her head to look at Omar.
“Our next position,” Vickie said.
“Uh…”
“You see, a few weeks ago, your wife propositioned me.” Omar’s cock stiffened inside Vickie. She laughed. “I don’t think I needed Kelsey to suck you back to strength after all.”
“And did you…”
“I had to say no. Because you didn’t know. And I wasn’t sure what she really wanted then. But today, she clearly wants to try fucking a woman. So Kelsey’s going to lie down, and I’m going to lower my head to her. I’m going to eat her out, while you keep fucking me.”
“Ah,” was all Omar could say. “Aaaaaah.”
Kelsey lay down. It wasn’t the easiest position for any of them, Vickie’s hips no longer matched Omar’s, she had to crane her neck to get at Kelsey’s vulva and clitoris.
But pain and pleasure were two sides of the same coin, and they might feel sore and achy tomorrow, but it was certainly worth the discomfort.
Omar loved watched another woman licking, sucking, and eating his wife. Even more, he liked the moans it elicited from Kelsey.
And well, Kelsey had every reason to enjoy anything that made her moan. She loved the sensations Vickie produced. Not that Omar couldn’t eat her out more than enthusiastically. But Vickie was even better.
Maybe Vickie had the bonus of having her own clitoris, knowing what it felt like to be eaten out, what worked and what didn’t. But, hell, maybe Vickie was just a novelty, where Omar wasn’t. Not only was someone eating her as part of a threesome—one Kelsey hadn’t planned for—Vickie was a woman.
If the first man who’d eaten her out had been half as experienced, Kelsey’s resulting sensation might have matched this. But back in high school no boy had the experience, or the willingness to turn on the internet and stop looking at porn long enough to find a how-to guide.
Kelsey was so overwhelmed with sensations that she had to close her eyes, only opening them a few times a minute, to look down admiringly at Vickie, or to look up and share a glance with Omar. Everything was sensation. There wasn’t just a woman giving her head, there was a woman giving her head caught in the motion of sex. There were the sounds of that sex—even her own moans made Kelsey hotter.
And simple knowledge worked against her. Her brain had been wise to try to hide, however futilely, the completeness of what was happening. Now it made her crazy. And if she hadn’t already orgasmed once, who knows what explosion would have happened inside her.
And Vickie enjoyed her
self in the middle. It was far more than just the chance to touch two people sexually. She was connecting, she was creating. She was a link between two lovers, and she enjoyed the energy of their love.
Perhaps Vickie enjoyed this more than any other threesome she’d been in, perhaps not. Kelsey thought so, but Vickie might just be projecting that idea.
It didn’t matter. In a short time, they had all collapsed again, cuddling each other as they recovered from even more powerful orgasms than the first round.
Vickie was the first to work up the energy to do anything else. She raised her head to look at Kelsey.
“You seemed to enjoy that.”
Kelsey hesitated. But soon she nodded.
“Do you want to return the favor? Have your husband fuck you while you explore my pussy?”
Only one thing kept Omar and Kelsey from ramping up their sexual exploits.
Kelsey got pregnant. She wasn’t sure the exact date, much less the exact time she had sex with her husband. There were more than enough occasions to choose from. But she believed her husband had impregnated Kelsey while her mouth was on Vickie’s pussy, making the other woman moan.
But even if they had to wait to explore more situations, their sex lives didn’t collapse. Sure, they’d settled down. They had plenty of sex, enjoying themselves in their pregnancy.
And Vickie asked—she practically insisted, on joining them, because she wanted to fuck a pregnant woman, whether or not she’d had some hand in the conception.
Bonus Short Story:
Uncovered and Presented
Kelsey pulled up the straps of the dress, shifted her body, making sure everything was in place, and more importantly, making sure that the dress really did fit.
Then, slowly, with much trepidation, she stepped over to the bedroom mirror.
She…she thought she looked all right.
It was a nice red dress. Not slinky—she doubted she could have pulled off slinky right now, barely two months after she gave birth to her first daughter. Her husband—and her lover Vickie—gave her body plenty of compliments, but she didn’t always believe them.
Anyway, she didn’t think that slinky would be appropriate tonight. Not that she really knew what she would be doing, or where Vickie was taking her.
She might call this dress sexy, though. But it was much more formal. Less form fitting, but more alluring in the way it would flow around her body. She wouldn’t be showing much cleavage, though her shoulders would be exposed, and maybe more back than she wanted to reveal. But she could deal with that. She had a matching shawl in case she felt uncomfortable.
But even if she didn’t show much skin, Kelsey would be all the more alluring by making anyone who saw her want to look underneath her dress.
What Kelsey needed to know, though, was whether she looked good. “Honey!” she called out. “Omar?”
It took Kelsey’s husband a few minutes to arrive. He was toting their baby daughter, who he’d undoubtedly had to extract from whatever she wanted to do.
Omar was not dressed up at all. He was wearing an old pair of jeans and an old t-shirt. Old being the operative word. He deliberately wore clothes that he wouldn’t mind baby Rose messing up. Actually, the shirt was something Omar would have liked to keep in decent shape, a souvenir from his college days. But such high minded goals quickly went to pot when a baby was involved.
Omar wasn’t accompanying Kelsey tonight on her night out. He was babysitting. And she loved him for that, she would fuck him plenty for that (not to mention all the times she had encouraged him to fuck other women, especially while she was the only one who could carry Rose around, because Rose hadn’t been born yet).
But this dress was not for him. Not that that should prevent it from being slinky, or otherwise sexy. In the past year, Kelsey and Omar’s relationship had stopped being exclusive. They each learned that the prospect of their spouse having an affair only made each other horny, not angry. Kelsey might have enjoyed sleeping around behind her husband’s back, but she loved sleeping around with his permission.
Their exploration had been put on hold once Kelsey got pregnant—a situation they had been planning for before either of them started sleeping around. Except for Vickie, one of Kelsey’s coworkers who occasionally came around and fucked both of them, Omar was the only person who Kelsey had fucked in a year. It was quite possibly that Vickie was in the room—maybe with her tongue on Kelsey—when Omar finally got Kelsey pregnant.
And it was Vickie who was picking Kelsey up tonight, giving her a night away from the baby.
Omar whistled as he entered the room. “You look stunning.”
“Yeah?”
“What are you and Vickie going to be doing tonight?” He pushed down his glasses to make a show of enjoying the view without them in his way. It had been months since he’d seen his wife dressed up, even if he had seen her undressed plenty of times.
He was on the verge of whistling when she spoke.
“I have no clue what we’re doing. Vickie said I should look stunning.”
“You do,” Omar assured her. “You definitely do.”
“She also said I should look presentable. Do I?”
“Of course.”
“Seriously. Look. Tell me if there’s something that doesn’t work. Okay?”
Omar stepped back and had his wife slowly rotate so he could take in what she was wearing. He nodded to himself, smiled at his wife. The only problem Omar saw was that he wanted to be the one to take that dress off Kelsey.
“Am I watching you get dressed for someone else to undress you and then fuck you?”
“Come on,” Kelsey shushed her husband. “The baby.”
Omar sighed. “Well, are you putting that on just to take it off?”
Kelsey couldn’t help getting wet at the thought. But, instead of rising to the temptation, she said: “Why do you say that?”
Kelsey felt a little guilty. She had flashbacks to all the times that she had gone off to fuck someone behind her husband’s back on the assumption that she was getting back at her husband (who, it turned out, wasn’t having an affair, despite the signs that said otherwise). Fortunately, it had worked out, but there were certainly still times when her memories made her feel guilty.
“Because you look great. I want to…I want to put Rose to sleep and then call Vickie and tell her you’re rescheduling. I won’t. But…”
Kelsey nodded. Her legs were shaking. “Really?”
But even if Kelsey was horny, she was also nervous. She didn’t have much that she could wear right now. She was slowly working off her baby fat, but she had plenty left and her wardrobe didn’t offer much she could wear right now, especially to hit the town. She had plenty of comfortable clothes that she could wear (though plenty of it was still too large, more suited from when she still had Rose growing inside her).
But when it came to evening wear, she was lucky to find even one item, this dress, that both fit her comfortably and was (reasonably) flattering. She was pretty sure her husband was exaggerating, though, about just how good she looked in it.
Kelsey had considered buying a new dress for this evening, even though such a purchase would have been ridiculous. She’d only use it the once. It would be too big on her in a few weeks; she didn’t have much chance to wear fine formal wear anyway. But, maybe, it would be worth it. Tonight was supposed to be special, whatever exactly Vickie had planned.
But Kelsey hadn’t gone shopping. She just didn’t have the time. Rose demanded a lot of time, especially now that Omar was back at work part time. And Kelsey envied him for that chance to regularly get away. Yes, he was helping Kelsey out when he was around, and taking care of Rose by himself as much as he could in the evenings, but by then she was usually too exhausted to enjoy even that freedom.
“You look beautiful.”
“You’re sure?”
Omar nodded.
Kelsey might have kept asking, again and again, the same question in not-so-differe
nt ways, but the doorbell rang, announcing Vickie.
Kelsey hurried to the door as best she could. A month ago the limiting factor would have been the shape her pregnancy had left her in. But now, even still carrying some of that extra layer of fat, she was more worried about ripping the dress, or at least exposing some flaw.
Vickie stood on the other side of the door, holding up an umbrella which she left on the porch when she was invited in.
“You look good.”
Vickie and her blue dress didn’t look anywhere near as formal as what Kelsey wore. It wasn’t half so shiny. And it had more back. Maybe it showed more cleavage though; Kelsey tried not to let her eyes fix on that.
“You look stunning,” Vickie said. “Just like I asked.”
“I’m not overdressed?” The possibility hadn’t occurred to her before. She hadn’t really thought much about how she would compare to Vickie, not while struggling and hoping to find a dress that would work on her.
“Absolutely not. You are supposed to be the center of attention. Not me.”
Vickie leaned in and kissed Kelsey on the lips. Her mouth and tongue lingered on her friend’s mouth, she gently bit Kelsey’s lips, and Kelsey kissed back with a similar fervor. Kelsey, as much as she would have liked, knew she needed to break the kiss off before it kept going too far. Omar was right behind her watching. He was, as Kelsey confirmed when she could look, getting a hard on. This would be torture for her husband to watch—at least, for him to have to watch knowing that neither woman would help him with that erection.
Besides, if Kelsey and Vickie didn’t stop kissing, Kelsey would demand Vickie fuck her then and there, against the entrance door. She would miss the whole exciting evening that Vickie had planned for her.
Vickie stepped past Kelsey to greet Omar. They kissed—more on the lips than would have been normal for two acquaintances. It was, however, just tamer than the kiss she’d given Kelsey.
“Hello,” Omar said when their faces parted.
Kelsey leaned over to Vickie. “Maybe we should suck him off before we go.”
