Growling out her building climax, she barely heard the knock on the bathroom door.
“Erika, everything okay in there?”
“Oh, God, yes!”
“I think my wife is having an affair.”
“Erika?”
“Yes. This is the second week in a row I’ve woken up with her in the shower. I’ve been trying to do some nice things for her to let her know I still love her, but she continues to disappear each morning.”
“Really?” Jason looked up sharply. He’d been watching the game on the big screen against the back wall.
Lucas had invited him out for a few beers at a sports bar close to both their businesses. It had been a while since they’d done this – at least ten years or so. And truth be told, Jason missed Lucas. Actually, he missed any kind of guy time. He’d been chin-deep in advertising for the last two years, leaving him little to no time for anyone. Including Kristin.
“Do you think it's possible?”
“What? That she’s having an affair?”
“Yes.”
“No.”
Jason spoke with conviction. He hadn’t known Erika long – well, at all – but he knew her and Kristin met infrequently and that Kristin seemed to like her. He knew his wife well enough to know she would never be friends with another woman who cheated. The fear and pain she’d felt when she had similar thoughts had struck him through the heart. A woman so in tune with emotions and true love wouldn’t be able to handle a false friend. So, as far as he was concerned, there was no way Erika was cheating on Lucas. Kristin would have known something was up and ended it.
Lucas seemed less sure of Jason’s confidence.
“Then what the hell is she doing out so early in the morning? Why does she need to shower before she says good morning?”
Popping another pretzel in his mouth, Jason paused to think. It was a good question. He only had one answer come to mind.
“Is she working out?” It was the only thing which made sense to him.
“Huh?” Now it was Lucas’s turn to think. “Why would she? She’s looks great!” Lucas lit up as he imagined his wife – Jason was pretty sure she was naked in that image since Lucas was nearly drooling as he nodded excitedly at his statement. “She’s the hottest woman I know. And yes, I’m biased. She looks as good now as she did when we first met. There’s no way she’s working out.”
“So not that. What else do women do before dawn?”
“Uh…” Jason chewed his cheek. “Cheat?” Lucas grimaced. He did have a point. “I don’t know, Luc. Maybe you should ask her. I seriously doubt she’s cheating on you.”
“What about Kristin?”
“What about her?”
“Ever worry about her cheating?”
Jason chuckled. “A week ago I would have answered you a bit more cautiously, but not any more. She had been absent a lot, not there when I woke up, coming in later than me in the evenings, going out at odd hours at night. I got worried – like you – but instead of asking you out for beers, I asked her about it.”
Lucas smirked. Jason had meant that jab, knowing a bit of truth was what he needed. In this instance, a few more years of a good marriage gave Jason a heads-up in dealing with women. Mostly.
“Point taken. Go on.”
“She was surprised I had noticed. Started crying immediately. Said it was me who had begun pulling away from her. Kristin was right, actually. I had been pulling away, but not for the reason she’d thought. I was exhausted. Mentally, physically, emotionally. She had started working out in the mornings in order to lose some weight. She’d thought I was going to leave her for my new secretary – who happens to be 60 years old and a battleaxe of a drill sergeant –and was afraid she was getting fat.”
“You’re kidding! Kristin looks amazing!” Lucas shouted, adding under his breath, “maybe not as much as Erika…”
“I know, right?” Jason chugged back the remainder of his beer. “Erika is pretty special, too.”
“So, you think I should just ask her?” Dropping a twenty on the table, Lucas covered both their drinks. He picked up his jacket slung over the back of the bar stool.
“Yup.”
“What else was she, Kristin, doing?”
“When?”
“Evenings and late night? You never finished the story.”
“Oh. Kristin had joined a class on pole dancing for fun after work and she was practicing the moves downstairs at the gym late at night. She thought I was sleeping.”
“Pole dancing?”
“All I’m saying is the class is worth it.” Jason grinned at Lucas as they split up outside the bar. He needed to get downtown to pick up a few things from the store for Kristin. And he definitely didn’t want Lucas tagging along. Kristin would not be happy knowing their neighbor had helped pick out her new lace teddy.
Erika sat back in her office chair. It was a slow day. She’d finally sold the suite of offices a block off Wall Street this morning and there had been no other calls, follow-ups, or new listings come across her desk. Usually, she’d be worried about business and the future of real estate, but not today. Today she was just happy. She deserved this afternoon off.
A month into her and Kristin’s exercise regime and they’d added lifting weights and riding the cycles in the basement gym the complex had set up to their walking. Not so much walking, but running these days. She felt great. The rush of endorphins following their workouts made her morning showers nothing but self-pleasure time. She was a little worried she might be getting addicted to her own masturbation, but truthfully she didn’t care.
She was losing weight, having great sex, and Lucas had never paid her so much attention. Not in the bed, per se, but that was her doing, not his. Just three more pounds and she would eagerly show off her new lean and mean shape. However, he was still more attentive – stopping by the office with lunch, making her breakfast in the morning, beginning a movie night each Friday, asking her to take walks around Central Park – the list went on and on. It was like falling back in love with the man of her dreams.
Even now, with the shades drawn across her office windows, the lights off, and the door locked, she had her legs spread wide, her fingers furiously working her sodden slit, keeping her teetering on the edge of a wild, frantic, illicit orgasm.
Eyes half-closed, she imagined Lucas kneeling between her legs, his lips nibbling at her folds, licking up her juice, and nudging her clit with his broad nose. Good god, did she really want to wait for three more pounds? She couldn’t think of another person she loved as much as him or who could make her come as fast and hard as he could – even her own fingers.
Which made the next moment the worse kind of irony. The image of Kristin popped into her mind. Not kneeling before her, like Lucas, but behind her, the other woman’s small hands slipping under her blouse, caressing the bare skin of her stomach and ribcage as they stroked up toward her breasts. Releasing a deep moan, Erika leaned further back into her chair and undid the top half of her buttons, letting her hand take the place of Kristin’s in her mind.
This was no normal craving – her friend’s touch – but, with all the time they had recently spent together, sweating and dressed in nothing more than sport bras and short-shorts, it was not surprising, really, that she should be thinking of Kristin in this way. The woman was gorgeous. A perfect little pixie with dark, sensuous waves and moss-colored eyes full of mischief.
Then, the picture shifted and for just the briefest moments, Erika saw Jason’s eyes before hers, looking deeply into hers as he often did with Kristin. She felt his warm breath on her cheek, smelled his expensive cologne, the one Kristin had to send away for each year to have for his birthday, and tasted his lips as they crushed down upon hers. The shock of having a third person seducing her body through her mind alone quickly dissolved as she imagined his kiss deepen and his tongue swept into her mouth, wrestling with her own.
She came, muffling her screaming climax with a fist thrust betwe
en her teeth.
As her memories and every make-believe sensation faded slowly, Erika had one fleeting need which she clung to by her nails.
“Hello, Kristin Andrews speaking.”
“Hey, Kristin.” Erika tucked the phone under her chin. As she lowered her legs and adjusted her suit skirt, slipping her toes back into her high heels, she asked her friend for the biggest and potentially most embarrassing favor in the world.
She only prayed she’d agree to it.
Otherwise, Erika was going to need to figure out the best way to avoid her next door neighbors for the rest of eternity.
Three weeks later and Erika waited with her husband at the fancy Italian restaurant a block away from their high-rise. She was dressed in her nicest business casual outfit – a bright navy dress with a dark ochre jacket. Amber pendants hung from her neck and ears. Beside her, Lucas was wearing a red striped dress shirt, open at the collar, a pair of blue jeans and a sport jacket. Together they made one hell of an attractive pair.
She couldn’t believe Lucas had been so eager to participate in her idea. In fact, she’d been a little worried that he’d had something going on with Kristin, but he quickly put her in her place, telling her it wasn’t having another couple in the bed with them that had him so excited, but the chance to finally see his wife in her new body – the one she’d been so secretive about. He’d already assured her multiple times that she’d looked great before, but he supported her if this was what she wanted.
Maybe not in the beginning, but now this was exactly what she wanted. She loved the energy she got from exercise and loved looking as great as she felt. For the first time in her life, she was happy in her body, knowing she’d worked hard to get it and keep it.
The restaurant door opened with a burst of brisk winter air and in walked Kristin and Jason. Dressed in a little black dress with a checkerboard scarf, Kristin looked beautiful and eternal. And Jason, like Lucas, was dressed in a slightly more casual get-up than his usual business attire, wearing a blue suit, shirt unbuttoned at the collar, and no jacket.
“Hello,” Kristin greeted Erika, leaning down to press her cheek to hers.
Erika clasped her hand. “Hi.”
The other couple sat. “So, what now?” Kristin was the first to ask as silence descended over the table.
“We eat.” Lucas spoke up confidently, motioning toward the waiter. “Then, we go home.”
Jason laughed, agreeing. “And see where the night takes us.”
Erika eyed her husband. “Indeed.”
Blushing, Kristin turned to the hovering waiter. “Water, please. Cold. And a bottle of your best champagne.”
Dinner progressed and everyone relaxed. They shared stories of how they met, their weddings, even their fights. And as the evening went on, they each settled down, the women touching more and more, the men stroking each other’s wives. By the time the restaurant was closing, enough alcohol had passed their lips that all four of them were relaxed and turned on. Erika led the way back to the high-rise. This was, after all, her idea.
Flicking on the light, Erika motioned everyone within. The bedroom was off-limits, so she’d already laid out blankets and quilts on the floor surrounded by dozens of pillows. This was to be their love nest.
“How do we start?” Kristin, her lower lip captured between her teeth, asked, turning to face the room.
“I don’t know,” Erika admitted, looking to her husband.
“Strip.” Lucas was nothing if not direct. It might have been Erika’s idea to open their marriage up to the other couple, but he wasn’t even half against it. She’d needed very little encouragement to get him to agree to the fun.
“Okay,” Kristin nodded.
In moments, the four business heads of their individual spheres were standing in a circle, bare from head to toe.
Erika was already wet. Her inner thighs glistened with her juice. Her fingers shook at her sides. She watched Kristin with undeniable enthusiasm, wanting – no, needing – to touch the other woman. To feel another woman’s skin under her fingers. It was a desire she never knew she’d had, but suddenly wished she’d known about earlier. College, at least, would have been a bit more fun. Women’s colleges, although offering a great education, were sadly lacking in masculine activities.
She laughed ruefully.
Jason had been observing Erika as she watched his wife. And, as Erika pulled her gaze away from his undeniably attractive woman, he winked at her conspiratorially.
“Kristin, perhaps you and Erika would like to start?”
“Oh, yes,” Erika moaned, walking up to Kristin and embracing her. “I would very much like to kiss you if you’d let me.”
Kristin all but melted in Erika’s arms. “Yes, please.”
Their lips met. The kiss was soft, feather-light. But, as Erika pressed forward, sliding her tongue along the seam of her friend’s mouth, she felt Kristin’s mouth open slightly. She pushed in closer, running her hands up to cup the back of the other woman’s head. Her tongue slipped inside and both women groaned, stepping closer, so their breasts rubbed together. The sensation was amazing. Warm pillows of soft flesh and hard, perky nipples lit her nerves and sent bolts of fire flashing behind her eyes and down her body, the warm heat flaring and pooling deep in her empty womb.
Kristin gasped under the assault of Erika's gentle kiss. She was panting heavily as she pulled away, her sweet breath caressing Erika's cheek. The two women stared into each other's eyes. There was love there, friendship, honesty, and an awakening of something more, something deeper. Erika suddenly had the impression that Kristin had been harboring more than companionship through their budding friendship and workout sessions. Like Erika, it seemed she'd had a few naughty thoughts about the other.
"Wow!" Kristin whispered, leaning close for more.
Who was Erika to stop her? They met, mouths open, eyes closed, fingers tangling in the long strands at the nape of each woman's neck. They held on for dear life, tasting and licking, moaning and pressing.
Behind Erika she heard her husband's voice. The words were jumbled in her mind, her brain lost in the sensations of her first girl-on-girl kiss. Mush, was more like it. The heat of the moment had melted everything inside her.
"Oh, fuck," Jason answered Lucas.
Lucas laughed. "Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to get these two together."
"That is hot!"
Jason moved closer to his wife and Erika. She sensed his shadow fall over them both. Kristin shifted and Erika felt fingers – large, masculine fingers – brush against the naked skin of her ribcage. Jason had embraced his wife from behind, stroking between her legs with his cock. His hands roamed over her ass, back, upper thighs, then around to her abdomen and up her stomach, sliding between the women’s bodies to cup his wife’s breasts in his palms.
Cupping the toned, perky globes, he lifted them and bounced them. His long, strong fingers curled over and around his wife’s areolae. He flicked the pebbled tips. Rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, he yanked on them carefully, extending her pleasure and encouraging her to bow her back and thrust her breasts toward Erika. He didn’t want to hurt her.
Kristin’s moan hummed and echoed in Erika’s mouth. She swallowed the sweet sound and pulled back a bit, sucking the pixieish brunette’s bottom lip between her teeth. Nibbling on the plump flesh, she teased the other woman.
Lucas had had enough of watching. Joining the threesome, he tangled his fingers in his wife’s hair and pulled her away from Kristin’s mouth. The other woman’s yip as Erika inadvertently bit down on her lip drew Lucas’s eyes. He caught Kristin’s half-lidded gaze and winked at her. At her back, Jason groaned and chuckled low in his throat.
“That was rather mean, man.”
“There is no pleasure without a little pain. Right, Kristin?”
She only nodded, her head rolling back on her neck. Jason definitely knew how to get his wife off.
Erika glared between the
men, finally settling her stare on her husband.
Opening her mouth to say, she was cut off from responding to their brusque treatment by Lucas’s mouth crushing down on hers. The man was a master of kissing. Tilting his head, he managed to cover her mouth with his lips, snake his tongue deep down her throat and draw her into wrestling with him in the warm heat of her own mouth. It was erotic, alpha-sexiness and she loved it!
Standing to the side of the women, Lucas slipped his hands down the two feminine bodies – both toned, smooth, and strong beneath the soft pressure of his stroke – and found their sopping wet pussies. Jason’s cock bumped his hand and although they’d already talked about the potential of crossing swords, determining it was not something either of them wanted to explore in depth, Lucas stretched his fingers out and wrapped his fist around Jason’s cock head. The man yanked his wife back at the contact of Lucas’s hand, and growled into her ear, capturing her earlobe in his mouth and tugging on it with his teeth.
A porn video had nothing as erotic as what was displayed before Lucas tonight.
His fist moved on Jason’s cock, up and down, rough and slow. It was a rhythm Lucas found highly irritating – intoxicating, powerful, and yet far too slow to get off on on – and he hoped Jason would too.
Groaning, Jason flashed daggers at Lucas. Lucas grinned back. He let go. Good to know he wasn’t the only man affected by his tried-and-true punishing wank job.
With Jason’s cock at full mast, instead of angling it back between his wife’s thighs, he pressed the length and width of it against the small of Kristin’s back. Her low giggle and ass wiggle spoke volumes about the pleasure she derided.
Lucas watched with amusement. The fingers of his other hand were hard at work plying his wife’s pleasure garden. Slipping his thick finger between her drenched folds, he tickled her entrance, straightening his middle finger and plunging it deep inside her. Her inner sheath convulsed around his finger, tightening deliciously on the digit. Lucas curved his finger and tapped the forward wall of her passage. Her harsh whimper brought his cock to attention. It bobbed before him as he shifted closer.
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