Bluebeard’s Wife

by Selena Kitt

  “Missed a couple spots,” she said, glancing up at me. “Will you... spread it open?”

  I used my fingers to open my lips for her, glad for the heat of the bath that covered my blush.

  “Thanks,” she said, using the razor along the very edge of my lips, no shaving cream this time. “Just have to tidy it all up.”

  I bit my lip at the gentle pull of the razor over my skin. I couldn’t really see what she was doing, but I could feel it. When I looked down, all I saw was Kelly’s bent head, her full breasts floating in the water as she knelt between my legs. I had a sudden flash of memory—sitting on the toilet with another woman kneeling and looking at my pussy like that, eager and a little hungry.

  “Now you just have to feel,” she said, looking up at me. “See if you can find any pokey spots.”

  I smiled at her words, moving my fingers down over my wet mound. My clit twitched when my fingers passed it by, searching lower, exploring the newly shaved skin of my lips.

  “It’s so soft,” I said in awe, even moving my fingers tentatively down past my pussy to circle my wrinkled asshole, now completely smooth, too.

  “Find anything?” she asked, watching my hand exploring between my legs.

  I shook my head. “No... here, you feel.”

  She put her fingers next to mine, slipping them over the now-smooth surface of my skin, exploring up and down my lips. I moved my hand away, feeling her palm petting my pussy from bottom to top, tracing that path slowly again and again.

  “Feel anything?” I asked, meeting her eyes.

  “Do you feel anything?” she asked, her fingers slipping between my lips, moving lightly through the folds of flesh as she made another pass, and then another. It seemed as if she was lingering at the top of my mound, pressing just a little harder when she reached my clit. It made my belly clench and my pussy tingle.

  “Feels good,” I admitted as she cupped my whole mound with her hand.

  “You’ll probably be much more sensitive here now,” she informed me, the tips of her fingers pushing easily past my lips, into a more slippery wetness. “When I first shaved, I walked around turned-on all the time... my pussy felt so exposed...”

  “Oh, Kelly,” I whispered as her fingers brushed my clit. All of this attention had my pussy lips swollen and my clit throbbing. Until she touched it, I hadn’t realized how aroused I really was.

  “Still feel good?” she asked, nudging my clit with her finger.

  “Yes,” I admitted, squirming on the edge of the tub. She rubbed a little faster.

  “Want me to stop?” Her eyes met mine and I could see the hunger in them.

  “No,” I confessed, rocking my hips against her touch. Her fingers traced slow circles around the sensitive bud at the top of my slit, spreading heat through my belly.

  “Kali told me you like to be licked,” Kelly murmured.

  I jumped, startled, flushing just remembering that night. “She told you?”

  “Want to show me your toy?” she suggested, ignoring my question and standing up in the tub. The water fell off her body in sheets, leaving a glistening sheen on her breasts and belly, her pink nipples hardening from the temperature change.

  “Ok,” I agreed.

  We climbed out of the tub and dried off. Kelly pulled the ponytail out of her hair and ran her fingers through her long, red mane while I rubbed the towel between my legs, marveling at the sensation. Going back into my bedroom felt strange, my pussy completely exposed between my thighs as I walked. When I sat on the bed, my lips kissed the sheets, an entirely new sensation.

  “See,” I said, pulling my hummingbird vibrator out of its hiding spot in my night table drawer.

  “Mmmm,” she said, sitting next to me and reaching for it and turning it on. She pressed the pink tip to her lips. “Don’t you love the vibrating part?”

  “Yes,” I replied, watching her waggle the little, pink, vibrating bird with her finger.

  Leaning back on the bed, she said, “Can I try it?”

  “Sure,” I replied, my eyes drawn between her legs, watching the pink gel head of the vibrator parting her smooth lips. I’d seen her naked before, but not like this—her knees spread open, working the shaft of a cock between her legs.

  “Ohhh I love those little beads,” she moaned, turning the speed up as she started to fuck her pussy. I sat, fascinated, watching the cock move deeper into her flesh, my own pussy aching for attention. Her other hand was twisting the pink bud of her nipple, her eyes slipping closed in the pleasure of it.

  “Will you do it?” she asked me, slowing a little, her eyes meeting mine.

  “Do... what?” I breathed, my eyes slipping back down between her legs.

  “The vibrator,” she said, pulling it slowly out, but not all the way. I could see her wetness on it. “So I can play with my nipples.”

  I nodded, moving between her legs, kneeling there. “Tell me if it goes too deep...”

  “Ok,” she murmured as I took the vibrator from her hand.

  Her fingers immediately went to her nipples, squeezing and rolling them as I pushed the cock slowly between her lips, nestling that humming bird right up against her clit. Then I clicked the controls for the rolling beads up higher, and they rotated around at the opening of her pussy, making her moan.

  “God that’s good,” she panted, rocking her hips. The vibrator made a wet noise as I slid it, using short, fast strokes, in and out of her pussy. “Oh, Tara... please...”

  The sound of my name and her pleading cry made the ache between my legs even worse and I cupped my hand there, still surprised by the soft mound of flesh with no downy fur in the way, rubbing over my wet lips.

  “Will you lick it?” she begged, her hips twisting, taking more of the fat, pink cock. “Oh please, I want your tongue.”

  My breath was coming so fast, my heart beating in my ears as I settled between her legs. I looked at it for a moment, her pussy a deep, dark pink, her clit a fat little bud at the top, the hummingbird kissing it. I wanted to kiss it.

  When I started to remove the vibrator, Kelly grabbed my hand. “No, wait... just turn it.”

  She showed me, twisting the cock inside of her, so the hummingbird was now pointing toward the bed, its rubbery nose tickling her asshole.

  “Does that feel good?” I whispered, nudging it a little further, deeper, making her moan.

  “Ohhh yesss,” she moaned, wiggling. “Lick me, Tara... lick my pussy.”

  I couldn’t resist—her flesh was soft and wet, and I sank into her heat with my lapping tongue. Her clit was very thick, and she gasped when I sucked it between my lips, using a back and forth motion over the fat nub with my tongue. She really seemed to like that, and I felt the vibration of the cock again my lips as I licked her, moving the shaft in and out of her hole.

  I could see her belly quivering, the fiery red landing strip of hair above her slit still beaded with water, and the swell of her breasts swaying as she rocked with me, her nipples caught in her fingers as she tugged and pulled on them. Her juices flowed like water and I felt them making the shaft of the cock more slippery, making my fingers wet as I fucked her, that vibrating bird plunging its long tongue into her ass.

  “Oh Tara!” she moaned, abandoning her nipples and reaching down with both hands to mash my face into her flesh. “Make me come!”

  I made some noise, a gasp of encouragement, but it was completely muffled against her pussy as she shuddered with her orgasm, her whole body racked with it, convulsing and twisting. My slippery fingers lost hold of the vibrator, but it didn’t matter, because the strong muscles of her cunt drew it deeper inside of her with each contraction.

  “Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she whispered, over and over, finally letting go of my hair. I licked my lips, slick with her juices, and slowly slid the pink shaft out of her pussy. She groaned, taking a deep, shuddering breath.

  “Hey, where you going with that?” she teased as I stretched out beside her on the bed with the vibrato
r. “Gonna have to teach you about multiple orgasms. I’m good for at least one more...”

  I smiled as she sat up on the bed, her fingertips moving lightly over my belly, upward to my breasts. They were much smaller than hers, my nipples hard and pointing toward the ceiling, but they were incredibly sensitive and I gasped when she pinched them.

  “Easy,” I whispered and she raised her eyebrows, leaning in to suck one. “Ohhh yes... like that...”

  Her rolling tongue made circles and her other hand slipped between my legs, surprising me once again at the raw sensation of being touched there now that I was bare. I was dripping wet and aching for her. The fingers sliding inside of me, the rock of her palm against my mound, the licking of her tongue against my nipple, were all spreading fast heat through my body.

  Grabbing the vibrator off the bed, she grinned at me and said, “Your turn.”

  “Oh yes,” I moaned, watching her lick the head of it, still sticky wet with her juices.

  “But I want some attention, too,” she said, swinging her leg over my head as she climbed onto me, centering her still-wet pussy over my face. “Let’s see if you can multi-task.”

  I laughed, but when she turned the vibrator on and slid it against my flesh, my giggle turned into a moan. I had played with it countless times myself, but it felt entirely different having someone else pushing the shaft past my swollen lips, seeking the deepest parts of me with the tip.

  Then I felt her tongue, sweet, soft heaven slipping between my smooth, shaved lips, a sensation I couldn’t have described before if I had tried. There was no protection, nowhere for my little clit to hide, and her lips found it right away, sucking and licking on it as she began to fuck me with the vibrator, filling my pussy with a deep, aching hum.

  “Don’t forget me,” she murmured, wiggling her bottom, and I opened my eyes, looking up at her open, wet slit, shaved just as smooth as my own.

  She moaned when my mouth found her clit, going straight there. I couldn’t focus, feeling her licking and fucking me, and I knew I wouldn’t have the concentration to explore her with my tongue, so I just stayed at that sensitive rise of flesh, licking back and forth, letting her juices flow down my cheeks and chin.

  Her tongue was competing with the hum of the bird at first, pressing into my flesh. It felt for a while like she was nudging it back and forth over my clit with her tongue, playing with it, teasing it. Then she turned it, like I had inside of her, making me gasp and squirm when she pressed the buzzing little probe against my asshole.

  “Kelly!” I moaned, my voice muffled against her flesh, but she ignored me, pressing the vibrator in further, the shaft sunk deep into my flesh, the rotating beads teasing the outer edges of my pussy, and the hum of the little bird now pressing his long, thin proboscis deep into my ass, his head buried there too, all the way up to his wings.

  Her mouth went to work, then, and I knew I couldn’t hold off. I just grabbed onto her hips, rocking with the sensation between my legs, teetering on the edge of release, my own tongue moving over her clit in a fierce, persistent rhythm. If I was going, I wanted to take her with me.

  A moment later, I got my wish, my climax flooding like a tidal wave, my body trembling with the force of it. Kelly moaned and sucked and licked at me even faster as I came. Her hips were bucking and thrusting against my tongue so hard it was difficult to stay on her clit, but I managed, rewarded with her shuddering orgasm, her hips rocking in my hands as she came right along with me.

  When she rolled off of me onto the bed, we were both panting with our pleasure. Her hand was still on the vibrator between my legs—although she had turned it off, she hadn’t taken it out.

  “So...” Kelly murmured, going up on her elbow to look at me. “I’ve got an idea...”

  “For me and John?” I looked up at her and saw that she was grinning. “Or you and me?”

  “Actually...” She turned the vibrator back on, making me moan. “It involves all three of us...”

  The vibrator hummed, making my pussy contract around it, and she started to move it slowly in and out. I wiggled, gasping, and knew it was going to be a while before I actually got to hear her idea—but I didn’t mind.

  Chapter Eight

  It was Friday night, and we both knew what that meant. I loved the anticipation of it, all through dinner, talking about our day. It seemed normal, it sounded perfectly mundane, but there was an underlying promise in every movement—the angle at which he leaned back in his chair, the way his eyes followed the spoon to my mouth, the tingle along my arm when my hand brushed his passing the salt.

  My lingerie order from Kelly’s party had come in and I had been wearing a pair of black, crotchless panties all day under my skirt, and every time I moved, it felt as if the two thin, sheer bands of cloth were conspiring to press my pussy lips together and caress my clit until I was driven beyond distraction.

  “Do you want help cleaning up?” John asked, leaning over and kissing the top of my head as he stood, holding his empty plate. His lips felt like they lingered a little longer than normal and my breath caught when I met his eyes. “I’m going to go downstairs for a while.”

  My heart sank, knowing exactly what he was going to do down there. Determined to be more of a distraction than the phone, I stood up, snaking my arm around his neck and nibbling at his ear.

  “Why don’t we forget the dishes?” I whispered, taking his hand to guide it down to the hem of my skirt and lifting my leg to wrap it around his. “In fact, why don’t we make more of mess?”

  “More...?” His eyes were questioning until his fingers, kneading their way up my thigh, found the soft, smooth skin of my pussy lips between the two bands of material.

  “I’m so wet,” I whispered, wiggling my hips against his hand, wanting to feel him touch me. “I’ve been wet all day thinking about you fucking me.”

  “Tara,” he groaned, one finger sliding into me as I rocked against him.

  My hand found him, his trousers doing nothing to hide how hard he was, and I worked his belt with one hand.

  “I want your cock,” I purred, unzipping him and sliding a small, soft hand in to grasp his length. He let out a deep breath, his finger moving inside of me, nowhere near thick and hard enough to satisfy my longing.

  “Come on,” I murmured, lifting my skirt up over my hips and turning around to face the dining room table. “Fuck me... right here, right now.”

  I watched him looking at my ass and I bent completely over, using both hands to spread my cheeks for his eyes, showing him the wet, pink, waiting slit peeking between the black material. My clit was throbbing and I moaned softly when I felt his finger moving over it.

  “Yes,” I encouraged, lifting my hips. “Oh yes, yes. John, please... put your cock inside of me. Fuck me, baby!”

  “Here?” His eyes were shocked as he looked from the still-laden table to my ass and back again.

  I arched, going up on my bare toes. “Please... I want you so much.”

  His hand moved over my skirt, pulling it back down. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

  “But...” the exposed skin of my behind was being covered as he edged my skirt past my thighs, inch by inch.

  “I want to,” John assured me, pulling me toward him and kissing me softly. “Let’s just go where it’s a little more... comfortable.”

  I let him lead me into our room, shutting the door behind us. John sat on the edge of the bed, pulling off his tie, and I leaned back against the door. He unbuttoned his shirt the way he always did, pulling it off and hanging it on the closet doorknob. His pants were already undone and I watched him fold those, too.

  “John?” I approached the bed, inching my skirt back up my thighs as I went. “Do you think I’m sexy?”

  “Yes...” He lifted my shirt out of the waistband of my skirt and kissed my belly, unbuttoning as he went. His eyes met mine as he pulled open my blouse. “You’re beautiful.”

  I frowned as his hands moved behind my back, unhooking
my bra and letting my breasts spill free. Beautiful and sexy weren’t quite the same thing, I thought, closing my eyes as he slowly cupped and kneaded my flesh, thumbing my nipples and making me shiver. I couldn’t help remember the night of the Christmas party out in the garage, when we’d both had too much to drink, how he had just taken me... or the role play that had sort of spontaneously developed the night I came home from the lingerie party wearing the school girl outfit.

  I remembered the lingerie I was wearing now and pulled up my skirt, putting one foot on the bed next to John. His eyes moved up my thigh and between my legs, and the look in them was gratifying.

  “Do you like what you see?” I murmured, lifting my skirt a little higher. He nodded, using two fingers to trace down the thin strips of material on either side of my pussy. “Do you want to see more?”

  “Tara!” he gasped as I used his shoulders for balance and put another foot up on the bed to stand above him. He quickly grabbed my hips and ass to keep me from falling and the sudden motion, the feel of his hands gripping my flesh, sent a thrill through me.

  “Do you like looking at my wet little pussy?” I asked, reaching a hand down to spread my lips open, showing him the pink inside. He groaned when my fingers slid inside, fucking myself slow and easy while he watched.

  “Doesn’t it make you want to take that cunt?” I whispered, using both hands to spread it wide for him, not just my lips, but my slick, pink opening, too. His shocked eyes met mine but he didn’t say anything as his eyes fell between my legs again.

  “Don’t you want to taste it?” I asked, rubbing my clit with my thumb.

  My own words were making me breathless and my pussy was throbbing with everything that I wanted. I gasped when he grabbed my ass in his hands, burying his face between my legs with a moan and rubbing it there like a drowning man. We collapsed backwards onto the bed in a hurry, John on his back and me poised above him as his tongue and fingers worked my pussy, feeling like they were everywhere, all at once.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned and rocked on him, but I swear he was oblivious to me, eating my pussy like he couldn’t get enough, his tongue lost in the wet folds of my flesh. “That’s it, lick my cunt, baby!”