Engaged (The ABCs of Erotica)

by Maxxwell, Lexi

  I ask Ellie 100,000 questions, wanting to know about her marriage and the quality of life after saying I do.

  She says there are six questions that anyone can ask themselves to find out if their potential partner fits their ideal:

  Are your life and career goals similar?

  Do you fulfill each other’s needs?

  Do you really know one another?

  Do you admire and respect one another?

  Do you know how to deal with the other person’s negativity?

  And, most importantly according to Ellie, will this person make the best parent for my child?

  It’s elegant and simple. I ask myself for the answer to each:

  Yes, my life and career goals are in alignment with Richard’s, threaded like colors into a weave. Richard is my perfect lover, I’m his. Our quiet is comfortable like our conversation. I think of him when he isn’t around. I know he thinks of me. I’ve no needs he can’t meet. I’m not sure how well we know one another compared to couples who have been together for longer, but I want nothing more than to know him better than I do. I keep no secrets from Richard. For him my world is open. We rarely argue. Richard will make an amazing father. I’m not so sure about myself.

  We speak through the day, into night, across the next afternoon, and into the following evening.

  We hear a soft knock on the door, a turning of the knob. Dean enters the living room.

  We look up. He’s even more handsome than I remember. Maybe marriage is a quality cosmetic. He smiles, looks at Ellie, says, “I miss you so much, honey,” then turns to me. “Hi, Liza. Great to see you again. Glad you’re here.”

  Looking happy but exhausted, Dean drags his luggage into a corner, then goes upstairs to shower.

  He comes down 15 minutes later. We make small talk while sipping merlot for an hour or so, then they apologize, and head upstairs to leave me with my thoughts.

  I’m trying to sleep but I can’t. It’s like Christmas: too exciting. In the morning, I’ll say farewell to adventure, and go home to Richard.

  So Domestic

  I’m glad I took a chance.

  If I hadn’t, my journey would have ended, and left me to wonder forever. Now I’m by the pool, nose to nose to nose with Ellie, looking into her iris colored eyes, brushing blonde bangs from her beautiful face, caressing the soft skin at her earlobe, down her cheeks and sweet slender neck, then her shoulders where I rest my hand and wait for her to kiss me.

  Dean watches from the other side of the water.

  Ellie’s not like girls in my past. With her, things must be slow. Especially while her husband is watching. I turn, smile at Dean, rub his wife’s breasts, then part my lips, hoping she meets them.

  She does, and we kiss. Her tongue swims in my mouth. As I fall into her kiss, Ellie’s hands gently hold my head from either side.

  Still, Dean is watching.

  “Get in the water,” Ellie says. I smile, then do.

  I scoot back on the tile, then turn and lower myself into the water. It’s cool on my sun-kissed skin. Not too deep, about 4 feet. I take three steps back in the water and part my arms for Ellie. She giggles, climbs into the pool, wades over, and falls into my arms. Her fingers spread. She threads them inside mine.

  We kiss for minutes, fondling. I whisper into her ear, “How long can we do this?”

  “Not much longer,” Ellie giggles. “He’s yummy, but doesn’t last long.”

  We wade to the pool’s edge. My back is to Dean so Ellie can make faces at her husband while she puts her lips all over me. I point my ass — covered in Ellie’s pink bottoms — toward Dean. I feel him shifting on the lounge chair behind, and imagine the blood flowing through his shaft. He’ll want to bury it someplace warm.

  He has my permission to go where he wants.

  My morning doubt flickers. I’ve never been with a married couple, and have never been especially driven to try. But I felt the need like a secret between them. A delicious, shared memory. I wanted to taste it like, and knew Richard would want me to know if it was sweet. I was already here, I wanted to leave with a part of Dean and Ellie I could take home to my husband to be.

  I finally fell asleep, after hours of thinking, rehearsing lines I’d use to invite myself in between them.

  Now I’m restless for Dean, wanting him to join our exchange. Ellie is enjoying me instead. I stand in the pool and pull her toward the front. She tries pulling me back, then climbs out after me.

  I hold my hand up, and she takes it. I walk toward Dean. Giggling, Ellie walks to a large cushion about 6 feet away, and drags me behind her. She says, “I’m not done with you yet,” then turns to her husband. “I’m not done with her yet, okay, honey?”

  Dean is impressive. I can see how rock-hard his cock is from our cushion. His hands are at his sides. Perfect control. I would’ve expected him to be pressing on his hard dick through his swim trunks, but he wasn’t. His stare was focused, not unlike Richard’s.

  We kiss and fondle. Ellie gives extra attention to my breasts, slowly tending my nipples. She looks up into my eyes and whispers, “Promise we’ll do this again someday.”

  “No, I can’t promise,” I say, “but I promise I’ll want to.”

  “Good enough,” she says, licking me harder.

  “Is it Dean’s turn yet?” I ask, hungry for her husband.

  “No,” she shakes her head. “Almost, but not yet. Not until you lick my pussy while he watches.”

  Ellie lies back against the mattress and spreads her legs. With my knees to the mattress, pressed between her legs, I get on all fours and brush my lips across her body. If she’s not in a hurry, neither am I.

  I kiss her slowly, painting her body with kisses, starting at her left nipple, up to her neck, down between her breasts, across her stomach, back to her mouth.

  Ellie grabs the yellow ties on either side of my pink bottoms and lightly tugs. She grunts. I arch myself enough so that she can lower the bottoms past my ass and ankles.

  I can feel how much Ellie wants me to put my mouth on her pussy, so I don’t. Like when Richard is teasing, I want to stretch her pleasure, and feel hunger for her begging.

  I linger at Ellie’s nipples. My small circles grow wider by the lap. She moans, wanting more, but still unwilling to ask. Finally, Ellie whimpers, “Please, Liza. Lick my pussy.”

  “Not yet,” I say, then dip two fingers inside her very, very wet hole. I lightly plunge as I kiss her stomach, planting wet lips over her bellybutton and running my tongue in tiny circles inside it.

  Dean’s a lucky man. Ellie’s pussy is beautiful: small and pink with slightly protruding lips. She is shaved and shiny, pink skin glistening under the northern California sun. Ellie looks down at me, waiting. I hold the moment, then flick my tongue from my mouth, darting at her clit. She squeals and wiggles. My tongue is covered by dribbling juices. I want to start lapping at her flesh, but don’t.

  I want to be their toy, to give them what they want.

  I’m here for them, as much as they are for me.

  I knew what I wanted, but not how to get it, or how to ask. I wasn’t sure if it was wrong — intruding on their relationship like that, and putting my wants over their needs as a couple.

  I told myself it was best for them, too, then told myself to believe it. I may not have been in touch with Ellie, but I knew her well, and people don’t change overnight. Life was evolution, and evolution was slow.

  “Lick me harder,” Ellie begs from above.

  She isn’t an aggressive lover: the softest woman I’ve been with. The most tentative. But her pussy is sweet, in a way I can’t quite describe. As I lick her I remember her taste from before and how I once tried to describe it: like hot, sweet, sticky-kinda-salty candy.

  Ellie takes a while to cum. She wants me to go faster, but I won’t. I can’t: I’m too hot. She whispers, louder than the last time, “Please, Liza, faster.”

  Instead of speeding up I reach back between my legs and start r
ubbing my pussy, flicking Ellie with my tongue and my fingers. I blow into her pussy while rubbing myself. I say, “If I make you cum, can I fuck your husband?”

  Ellie says yes, so I push my face deeper between her legs, grab her by the ankles, and start lapping her like she wants me to. I bring my hands under her ass, squeeze them into her flesh, and bury my face. She moans louder. They turn into groans and inch toward screams.

  Ellie cums hard on my face. I push myself deeper into her gummy flesh. She finishes screaming. I rise to kiss her. I pull away, just long enough to find Dean with my eyes and grant him permission to join us.

  He stands, practically leaps to his feet, drops trou to his ankles, and steps out from the puddle, pipe-hard. He walks over towards us, falls to his knees, and kisses Ellie hard on the lips.

  My body’s alive and waiting. I watch them kiss, feeling slightly third wheel and thinking of Richard.

  Dean stares into Ellie’s eyes, stroking her cheek and looking with hunger. He wants her badly. His throbbing cock proves it. I stand behind Ellie, rubbing my hands over her ass, down to where she’s soaking below.

  Dean finishes kissing Ellie, then lowers her face to his dick. She falls to all fours, crawls one step toward him, and slides his dick into her mouth. It is long and skinny, a bit like Cooper’s but not tan. I fall behind Ellie and bury my face in her ass.

  Dean slides his dick in and out of Ellie’s mouth, moaning and groaning with admirable control as she cups his balls from the bottom and hums on his shaft. I want to feel Dean throbbing in my mouth. Instead I sprawl behind Ellie with parted legs, and show Dean how ripe I am — wet and sticky, in need of his cock.

  I don’t want to take him from Ellie, but they have the rest of their lives. I have only today.

  I spread Ellie’s ass cheeks while waiting. She bobs faster on Dean’s shaft. I dive deeper into her cunt.

  This morning I thanked them for having me, and asked if I please could make lunch. They said that sounded fantastic. I asked if we could grill by the pool and go for a swim. When they met me outside an hour later I was wearing an apron and nothing else. I let them decide what to do with me.

  This is what they chose.

  I pull my face from Ellie’s asshole and feel a sudden, burning need to slip my finger inside it. I want to hear her scream in surprise, and pleasure. I picture myself sweeping a handful of lube from Ellie’s pussy to her asshole, then pushing my pointer inside it.

  I know I’ll do it if I stay, so I slither to her side. She’s still dipping her mouth down onto Dean’s dick. I whisper in her ear.

  “How long are you going to hog his fuckstick, Ellie?”

  “Are you going to mouthfuck his dick until he cums?”

  “Aren’t you going to save any for me?”

  “You have your whole life, Ellie, I have today. Pretty please, with my cherry on top, won’t you let me fuck your husband?”

  “You promised … ”

  Dean fucks Ellie’s mouth faster. She moans louder. Neither is paying attention to me. I return to Ellie’s ass and rub her pussy faster.

  Ellie squeals, “Fuck me, Dean — as hard as you want to.”

  She gets on her back, and Dean crawls on his knees. He lifts her left leg, props her ankle on his shoulder, and slips inside her with a loud slurping.

  My mouth meets hers. I push my tongue through her lips.

  I look over and see white cream seeping from Ellie’s cunt. Dean churns with his wand. I imagine leaning in, sticking my face between their slapping bodies, and lapping up at their juices. Instead I roll to the side, spread my legs, and start fucking my pussy while kneading my tits.

  I stare at them fucking, missing Richard and pretending he’s with me.

  Dean climbs down on Ellie, gets into missionary, and starts pounding her harder. His face is inches from hers. She whimpers and moans as he thrusts from above, holding steady with his strong arms.

  I’m amazed: Dean has a gorgeous woman 3 feet away, naked and staring, wanting him in every way, a fresh hole he’s never tasted, and still he only has eyes for his wife.

  Ellie reaches out for my hand, threads her fingers with mine, and squeezes as she shakes from one orgasm into the next, moaning through each. Ellie chews her bottom lip as her eyes stop burning. She turns to me and smiles.

  I expect my turn. Again, I’m surprised.

  Dean stands and lifts Ellie into his lap, never withdrawing, and lowers her so they are standing face to face. Ellie whispers something in his ear and points at the floor. Dean lies on his back and holds his cock straight in the air for Ellie. She squats, hovers above his cock with one leg on either side of his body, then reaches down, grabs his dick, holds it steady, and sits on it, lowering herself to the base with a visible heaving of her body and a loud, lingering moan.

  Ellie fucks her husband with hands flat behind her. I go to her breasts and run my tongue over both, one to the other and back.

  Her strength starts to flag. Dean reaches out, pushes his hands under her ass, and starts lifting in time with her bouncing, keeping his dick buried in her entrance, mostly the tip and a bit of the shaft, teasing her sticky hole.

  My cunt is hungry. I still feel awkward, needing what I suddenly know I won’t get. They have the connection, I’m an accessory.

  I lean in to kiss Ellie. She lends me her mouth, then pulls it away, still making eyes with her husband.

  I need Richard. I want to go home.

  Dean rubs Ellie’s button above her clit, above his sloshing cock as Ellie slams herself down. I rub Ellie’s pussy with one hand, mine with the other, getting off on the sounds of her pleasure, even though I’ve yet to truly find it myself.

  She looks over as she finishes, and starts to laugh. “Sorry,” she says. Then, “Get on your back.”

  I do as I’m told, and she crawls to my lap.

  Dean lines up behind her.

  She turns to him and says, “Finish me fast, OK? I’m going to make Liza cum.”

  Dean grunts, nods, then sticks his dick in Ellie from behind. She groans, lurches forward, and buries her face in my cunt.

  I scream out — this is what I need — and cum almost immediately. I push her face harder between my legs, and fondle my tits.

  Dean rocks behind Ellie, ever faster until his cock starts to spit. All three of us are cumming together.

  Ellie and I scream together as Dean grunts.

  He pulls out and sends his first splash of warm milk sailing in a rainbow over Ellie’s body into her hair. He drizzles it over her ass, onto her back, and all over her pussy — the only part I can’t see. I’m sure he’s doing this for show, for me, maybe to say he’s sorry that he couldn’t fuck me.

  It’s OK. I’m cumming hard, screaming so loud I can’t even think.

  She keeps sucking my cunt until I’m all done, then scrambles to my mouth. We taste each other until Dean pulls Ellie away, and kisses her slowly.

  They finish, thank me, and walk toward the house together, holding hands.

  I’ll see myself out, and find my way home.

  Looks like they’ll be busy for longer.

  A Present for Richard

  I want to make Richard a present.

  I leave Ellie and Dean as they’re going for seconds, take a cue from Richard, wanting to channel my energy for him.

  I go upstairs and take a hot shower. I’m tempted to fuck myself, it’s nearly impossible not to: frustrated after my threesome that was barely a threesome.

  I clean my pussy, barely brushing it, wanting to rub but refraining. My body begs for my fingertips as they inch toward my quivering lips.

  I get out of the shower and go to Ellie’s room, grateful she’s tiny like me.

  “Whatever you want,” she said as I left the pool. “Just take it with you. I don’t want my lingerie back all cummy.”

  Her words were murdered by Dean’s mouth.

  I dress in a matching white top and panties, lacy and see-through, a style and cut that Richard wou
ld love.

  I set my phone on the room’s far side and press record — I’ll throw it in an app and cut music before hitting send.

  I want to call Richard, show him my dance as I do it. But he’ll act like I’m breaking invisible rules. I’ll record it instead, send while I’m in the cab.

  He’ll fuck me hard when I’m home.

  I’ll wonder why I left, and be glad I did.

  I stare into the camera as if he’s behind the lens. I pout my lips and make my eyes large. I turn from one side to the other and stick my ass out at the camera. I reach back palm my ass cheeks — one per side — and spread them so Ellie’s lace thong sinks into my crack.

  I stand, lean against the wall, and brush my fingers on my body, hooking one at the bottom of my top and lifting it teasingly.

  I’m so happy to be going home. I want Richard to see it on my face.

  I also want him to see that he was right: I’m glad I left. I’m returning as a better, stronger woman, more certain of who and what I want, settled with my past. He wanted me to learn, I did. Now I’m done and need him.

  I enjoyed the adventure. It would have been easy to keep going. But it would be empty, chasing one fading memory into the next, galloping toward a sun that would never quite set.

  I lift the lace over my tits and let it set above my nipples as I fondle my breasts from beneath. I moan, not exaggerated, but loud enough so Richard will hear my murmur on video. I pinch my nipples, twisting each before I lower my top.

  I pull down my straps, and shake my shoulders so the top flutters down over my breasts. I knead the flesh like before, but harder, moaning louder. I stick my hand down my panties, then pull it out and rub my pussy over the fabric.

  I lightly push against my hand, letting it feel good, allowing myself to want me, rather than dipping fingers into my freshly soaked hole — newly juiced since my shower — and fucking myself to satisfaction.

  Richard will see by my eyes how much I’m wanting, he’ll be proud of me for holding control like I am.