Making Up

by Tess Mackenzie

  MAKING UP

  Tess Mackenzie

  Copyright 2013 Tess Mackenzie

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  Making Up

  Making Up

  “You know that thing we talked about,” Erica said.

  “What thing?”

  “Us having someone else in bed with us…” She was embarrassed about it when we weren’t actually having sex, but she had a threesome fantasy. I didn’t know where it had come from but she’d started talking about it last year, started whispering it to me during sex, had started sucking her vibrator sometimes which I fucked her. I assume imagining another man.

  “There’s a guy at work,” she said, “I was talking to him.”

  “A guy at work?”

  She nodded.

  “That doesn’t seem the best idea.”

  “I know.”

  “But you did anyway?”

  She shrugged.

  Everybody likes Erica. Everybody. She doesn’t have enemies. She goes to the gym and watches what she eats. She avoids TV and tries to improve her mind, when she’s not working, which is a lot. She earns more than me. I try to be supportive, and just turn over when she sets the alarm for five. I make dinner most nights and usually do the housework. When she first started talking about threesomes a year ago, I went along with it. I thought she’d get turned on while we had sex, and get it out her system. She got turned on, but what I’d apparently forgotten was Erica is an over-achiever and makes things happen.

  “Okay,” I said, “There’s a guy at work and it’s not a bad idea.”

  “You don’t mind?”

  I shook my head.

  “You want to?”

  I looked at her, unsure now I was being put on the spot.

  “If you let me do a guy,” she said. “We can do a girl.”

  I thought about that. She’d been promising it for as long as she’d been talking about threesomes, and it made a difference to me. And we didn’t have problems between us. We had sex as often as anyone. We didn’t fight. It didn’t seem like that bad idea.

  “Yeah,” I said. “Okay. Let’s do it.”

  So she went off to work and I wondered if I was really going to go through with this. It would be hot to watch her fuck, without being involved, but then again, she’d be fucking someone else.

  I wondered a bit about how it worked. If I should wear a condom too, just to be polite. Whether everyone had to stop if one person left the room, and if it was Erica, did the other guy and I just sit around and talk about the weather? What if the other guy wanted to fuck me too. That was a worry. I assumed he was doing this as the only way to get Erica, but with Erica you never knew. I wondered who undresses first, and who undresses who, and whether you had to keep fucking what you were fucking until you finished, or if you could swap halfway through. And how you asked the other man if he was interested in that, or would be rather stay where he was.

  I was a bit worried, but I was turned on too. Erica’s a wonderful, sexy woman, and she wanted to do this thing, and he being turned on by it turned me on too.

  *

  We met the guy, Gareth, in a bar after work. We had a couple of drinks and talked, and Gareth asked if I was okay with this. That seemed decent of him. I asked if it was going to be a problem at work, since we were all being open, and he said no, they worked in a different branches. Erica ignored us both, and swung her foot, and asked, a little snappily, if we were ready.

  We all went back to our place and sat in the lounge with drinks. Erica went and changed. She must have been nervous because she changed into jeans and a shirt, like she’d normally wear when she got home from work. Not something sexy, or something easier to take off her in a hurry. Normally she’d think of things like that. We all sat there and had another drink and Erica and Gareth gossiped about people at work. It seemed like no-one knew how to start.

  Gareth was getting a bit bored, I thought. Like he wasn’t sure if this was going to happen.

  “Hey,” I said to Erica. “Come here.”

  She did, and I kissed her, and we made out for a while, while Gareth watched. “Thank you,” she said into my ear.

  I unbuttoned the front of her shirt while we kissed, said, “Take it off.”

  She did. More dramatically than I expected. She knelt next to Gareth, took off her shirt, then her bra, then just sat there. Gareth started. Like he’d been working next to her for years in sensible business clothes and had never got more than a glimpse of cleavage before.

  He kissed her, and I felt a little jealous, just a bit. But Erica was moaning into his mouth and pulling his shirt open and very into this, so I made myself stop.

  “Hey,” she said, and reached out towards me. I went over and she kissed me too. That felt a little better.

  Gareth started playing with her breasts, sucking them, and Erica closed her eyes and sighed. Then he kissed her and I was redundant again.

  Erica got a condom out her jeans pocket and tore it open, did that while kissing Gareth and having her tits sucked. She opened Gareth’s pants and rolled it onto him, then started giving him head. It was odd to watch. You see your partner a certain way, see her loving and tender. Watching her pull off such a slickly slutty move reminds you off the history before you, reminds you that once upon a time she sucked strangers cocks in the backs of cars. She slid onto the floor and knelt between his legs, kept her eyes open and stared up at him the whole time.

  Erica isn’t a bad person. She understood how this might make me feel. After a few minutes she slid over and started sucking on me, too. While she did she kept glancing over at Gareth, like she was putting on a show just for him, and I suppose in a way she was.

  He got up, and knelt behind her, and got her jeans and underwear pulled down. He started stroking her gently. I could see Erica’s face. When he touched her she closed her eyes and bit her lip and slumped onto my leg like she couldn’t think enough to remember what she was doing. Gareth must have got bored, or decided she was as wet as she needed to be. He still had a condom on, shiny with Erica’s spit, still had a hard-on, so he got close up behind her and slid himself in. They both froze for a second, like it was so good they just had to kneel there and feel it, and then Gareth started fucking her. I sat there. She’d long ago given up sucking my cock, she just knelt there, sighing. Gareth avoided eye-contact with me over Erica’s back.

  Erica came. It seemed to be good and it seemed to last a while.

  “Wait,” she said, looking back over her shoulder to Gareth, “Wait a sec, don’t come yet, I want to go again.”

  He looked like he’d been counting backwards already, and wasn’t sure he could. She noticed, and grinned, and held me in her hand until I got hard.

  She sat on me backwards, pushed back until I was in her, then reached over and took Gareth’s cock and started sucking on it, the latex slick from her pussy and all. It’s something she only ever does when she’s really turned on. I let her fuck me and thought about how I was inside her. I was where, barring condoms, another guy had been a second before. I couldn’t decide if that turned me on or was just horrible. I felt like I should care more than I seemed to.

  Gareth suddenly grabbed her, and pulled her off me, and bent her over a chair and did her from behind, standing up. They were across the room for the first time that evening, but I didn’t feel any worse watching than when they were right there. Erica came again, another long, shuddery, gaspy orgasm. I was starting to notice she was only coming when he was inside her, and wasn’t sure how that made me feel. I suppose it was only natural. She finished coming, then pushed Gareth off again and grinned at him.

  She came back over and fucked me for a while and Gareth sat in his chair and watched. Then she went back to him
and I watched them. Then she came back. She was walking differently, moving differently. Usually she’d walk around topless with her hands over her breasts, would pull her underwear back on as soon as she’d done fucking. Now she was strutting, proud of herself. She winced a little while we had sex, though, and when I asked she whispered she was a bit tender but didn’t want to stop.

  I came inside her, and she ran off to the bathroom, and Gareth said quietly, “Thanks man.” I shrugged, wasn’t quite up for a man-to-man talk just yet.

  Erica came back, still strutting. She stopped and kissed me, went over and kissed Gareth, and he grabbed her and pulled her into his lap.

  “You want more?” she asked, sounding surprised, and flattered too.

  “Sure,” he said, and she went and found her jeans and got another condom and started giving him head.

  I watched, and yes, it was hot. A woman giving head is hot, and sucking a cock hard seems more intimate than just sucking it. Something that’s meant to happen between partners, not one-night-stand strangers. That bothered me a bit, that intimacy, actually more than the fact of her sucking his cock.

  She did him efficiently, sucked and bobbed and he pawed her tits until he grunted and lifted his hips off the ground. She sat back on her heels and wiped her mouth, even though he’d come inside the condom. Spit, I suppose.

  “Shit, Erica,” he said, “Shit.”

  She smiled.

  “Do you want some more?” he asked.

  She shook her head.

  “We could both give you head,” he said, “At the same time.”

  And suddenly Erica looked very interested.

  We lay her on the couch and took turns eating her and kissing her face and breasts. Gareth went first on her pussy and didn’t seem to mind that I’d come in there. I kissed her and I suppose I didn’t mind she’d just had his cock in her mouth. She still tasted a little of latex. We turned her around a few times, taking turns, and in the end she came while I was giving her head. That pleased me, right up until I realized she was looking at Gareth, tasting Gareth’s mouth, while she did.

  Gareth seemed to be done. He said he should go and Erica said he could stay and he said no, he should really get going. Just like a dinner party. Gareth shook my hand as he left, and Erica and went to the door and stood behind it and kissed him goodbye. A deep, open-mouthed kiss.

  “You understand,” she said, “One-off, probably never again.”

  “I understand.”

  “We never talk about it at work.”

  “Okay.”

  “And no telling anyone. Or I definitely never will again.”

  She shook his hand and said goodnight, seemed to have finished changing herself back into his co-worker. Except for being naked.

  Erica came and sat down beside me. “That was fun,” she said.

  “You liked it?”

  She grinned. “Of course.”

  We both had showers and then we went to bed. It seemed very ordinary and domestic after what we’d just done.

  *

  I said to Erica a few days later that she owed me, that we needed to find a girl, and she said she knew, she was working on it. She’d sounded some friends out, she said, and she was almost there.

  She had a drink with someone after work, and must have asked straight out. She came home and said Holly was in, and they’d made plans for the weekend. Holly had a stud in her nose and two earrings in her left ear, despite that she worked as an accountant. She was cute, freckly. I could go there. I didn’t sleep very well for the next few nights.

  Holly came over. We had a bit of wine, then Erica kissed me, and then she kissed Holly.

  That was new for me. I hadn’t quite thought of that side of it.

  Erica came over and kissed me, and started getting undressed, and Holly sat there, watching. She seemed interested too.

  “Hey,” I said to Holly quietly. “Did you talk to Holly?”

  “What?”

  “Did you talk to Holly about how far you were going? Were you and her going to…”

  “What are you to whispering about?” Holly said.

  “You,” Erica told her. To me, “Yeah.”

  “Go kiss her. Include her.”

  Erica looked at me a moment, then rolled over towards Holly.

  “What you whispering about me?” Holly said.

  “This,” Erica said, and kissed her.

  They seemed familiar to each other. You can just tell, watching people kiss. No tooth and nose banging, they kind of slid into one another, arms around waists.

  “Been a while,” Erica said, “And you used to wear more clothes.”

  “Shut up,” Holly said.

  They kissed and I watched.

  “Hey,” Erica said to me, after a while, “You going to help me here?”

  “If you like,” I said, glanced at Holly to give her a chance to say no.

  “Get over here,” Erica said.

  I went over and kissed her, then, turned on by the whole idea, kissed Holly. Erica went somewhere down at waist level, made Holly gasp.

  Erica sat Holly up, started fiddling with her bra. I got one of Holly’s breasts out and sucked it while she did. It occurred to me these were the first breasts other than Erica’s I’d seen in five years. The first not on a computer screen. That was a long time. We all kissed some more. It seemed to be working out okay, everyone was relaxed and comfortable and apparently happy. I kissed Holly some more, put my hand in her undies. She didn’t seem to mind, was wet and kind of lifted herself onto my finger. Erica watched and seemed turned on too, kept on kissing both of us, now and then sucking me. Holly held my cock in her hand at one point, but didn’t go further. She was underneath Erica a lot of the time, and probably couldn’t.

  When Erica and I were with Gareth it had seemed like he and I took turns with Erica. With Holly it seemed more even. Two people took turns for the third, but the third rotated, wasn’t always the same one. Erica and I kissed Holly, then I went down on Holly while Erica kept kissing. I tasted how Holly was different to Erica, sweeter, smoother, more sparkly. Her skin smelled different as well, more than just different moisturizer. Her mouth tasted alien, strange but wonderful for that. I moved and went down on Erica, made her gasp and moan, and Holly watched, stroked Erica’s breasts, kissed her some more.

  Holly blew me, and I thought about Holly being the first woman besides Erica who’d had my cock in her mouth in five years.

  “How does she feel,” Erica asked me. It seemed the wrong question to ask in the circumstances. “Does she feel different to me?”

  “Did Gareth feel different to me?”

  “Yeah.”

  So maybe not.

  “She feels different to you,” I said. “But I’m not sure how, exactly.”

  Holly slid over and went down on Erica, quite suddenly. Erica lay there and stroked Holly’s hair. I hadn’t expected that.

  We’d talked about it months ago, we were having straight threesomes, not bi ones. I liked the idea of getting head and pussy at the same time, but I wasn’t comfortable returning the favor, didn’t want my face that close to another guy’s cock, even if it was to please Erica. All the same, Erica had seemed curious. She’d always been both fascinated and repelled by the close-up shots in porn, said they were gross but that also she couldn’t see what was going on when she was getting fucked, unlike me, because she didn’t stick out the front. I don’t know if Holly was bi and that was why she agreed to this. I don’t know if she’d had a secret longing for Erica for years, and it all just came together then because we were all turned on, or what. Holly was eating Erica out like she’d die of not having it, and Erica was looking turned on and nervous and a little panic-stricken. She looked at me and I grinned, then Erica turned away from me and grabbed Holly’s head and started grinding against her, fucking her like she would a pillow. Erica came and Holly didn’t stop, moved her face back a bit, maybe so she could breathe, but kept on licking.

  T
hen Holly pulled Erica around and they started sixty-nining and I was suddenly unnecessary.

  I stroked Erica’s back, for something to do, thinking it might be reassuring. She didn’t seem to care, was ignoring me and concentrating on Holly.

  I was a little surprised how willingly Erica was doing this.

  Holly came, and then suddenly looked nervous.

  “Shit,” Holly said suddenly, and sat up. “Oh fuck, I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can do this.”

  Erica sat up too, and looked at Holly. “Hey,” Erica said, “It’s okay.” She didn’t seem pissed off. You’d think you would be, someone comes in your mouth and then won’t reciprocate, but maybe not.

  Holly kissed her shoulder.

  “Are you okay?” Erica said.

  Holly nodded, but Erica kept looking at her.

  “Could you get some water, babe,” Erica said to me, “I’m a bit thirsty.”

  I went to the fridge and could hear them talking while I was out the room, low and soft and sexy, but what was said I couldn’t pick out. If it was serious, and it had sounded serious, it wasn’t by the time I got back. Erica was teasing Holly about her orgasm face, and Holly was Erica about Erica’s grunting and gasping when she got turned on.

  Holly didn’t go straight away. She offered, but Erica said no, we shouldn’t spoil the night over it. Stay, Erica said, have a drink, just hang. I wasn’t sure if Erica wanted to try again, or if she was just being friendly, or if she just knew and liked Holly better than Gareth. Erica put on her underwear because she always did after sex, which made Holly look at me and get dressed, so I dressed too, and we went back downstairs. After an hour or so Holly said she supposed she should be going and Erica said, yeah, she supposed that was best. Holly kissed me, kissed Erica for longer, and said it was fun, and left.

  When Erica came back to bed she didn’t seem to want to talk. I asked how she’d found it and she just shrugged, said fun. I asked if that meant she’d want to again and she said, a little sharply, that I shouldn’t nag her if she wanted to, then went to have a shower.