“But… but…”
She was remarkably calm. “He didn’t tell you he was married, did he?”
I shook my head.
“Can I come in?”
Finally my voice caught back up with me. “Okay. As long as you’re sure.”
“Absolutely. I want to talk to you.”
I showed her into the formal lounge, decorated with milk crates, tools and enormous amounts of dust.
“Sorry about the mess.”
Candice didn’t respond. She just sat on a milk crate, dust and all, and stared up at me. I had no idea what to say.
I’d never slept with a married man before. I believed in monogamy and had been faithful to all my boyfriends. This time I was the ‘other’ woman and felt close to vomiting.
Candice pulled another crate towards her and patted it. “Please, sit. I won’t bite.”
“I would if I were you.” But nevertheless, I sat down anyway.
“My husband and I have an unusual marriage,” Candice began. “We both love sex and have an agreement that we can go outside our marriage but with conditions.”
I felt a bit relieved to hear that.
“What conditions?”
“It couldn’t be in our local area. Strike one.”
“Oh.”
“It couldn’t be with a client. Strike two.”
“Shit. There’s a strike three?”
“No, not yet. But there may be unless you listen.”
“Sure.”
“You see, Alex, my husband has told me about you. He says you’re excellent in the sack and has been very explicit about your activities.”
“He actually told you what we did?”
“Of course. We’re very open like that. Naturally, I was jealous.”
“Naturally?”
“And so, I’ve come to see for myself. To see if he was telling the truth or just trying to mess with me. He does that sometimes.”
“And?”
“Looking at you right now, I’d say he was telling the truth.”
“Right…”
“And what I haven’t told you yet, is that we often share.”
“Share what?”
“The women he sleeps with.”
“Why?”
“Because I like women and so does he.”
“You’re a lesbian?”
“I’m bisexual, my dear and I just love sex. I don’t care who with.”
“Wait… you want to have sex with me?”
“Yes.”
“I’ve only just met you and I’m not gay.”
“Every woman is gay, Alex.”
“No, pretty sure I’m not.”
“I can convince you otherwise.” She placed a well-manicured hand on my leg. I jumped to my feet and moved away from her.
“I think you should go. I’m sorry I slept with your husband and I promise I won’t do it anymore.”
Candice stood and assessed me from across the room. She was standing with her legs slightly apart and her hands on her hips.
“Fair enough. I’m sorry to have bothered you, Alex.”
Candice left the house and I watched her walk down the driveway, slipping a little on the cobbles.
“That was freakin’ weird,” I mumbled.
CHAPTER 6
My heart ached for the rest of the day. My shoulders were around my ears with the stress and guilt of what had happened.
I will confess, I had occasionally… okay, often… pictured Dan moving into my rambling old manor where we lived happily ever after. I was a closet sucker for romance. This revelation Candice’s existence had shot those dreams between the eyes.
But what hurt more was that he’d lied to me. The man who’d effortlessly obtained multiple orgasms from me, had lied, even though by omission.
But then, I couldn’t believe I hadn’t asked. Yet, would he have told me? “Yes, I’m married but I’m in an open arrangement and my wife and I regularly swap women?” I would have run the other direction.
Problem was, I’d now had a taste of what really great sex is and my traitorous body wanted more. And more. Dammit, I still wanted him. Even with the wife, even with my values on relationship monogamy.
I climbed into my gorgeous bed early that night, disappointed and aroused. Stupid me. But, I didn’t want to grab Mr BOB. I just wanted Dan again. Stupid Dan.
The book I was trying to read was beside me; I’d read one page but was too distracted to concentrate. So I turned off the light and went to sleep.
In my dreams, I was being kissed by a dark-haired stranger. I felt protected, loved and it was amazing. The stranger ran his tongue over my lips and I quivered and reached out. His hair felt so real, his lips so familiar… and then the dream ended.
For a moment, the drowsiness lingered and I wondered what had awakened me when those lips pressed against mine again. I squeaked and he covered my mouth with his own. I tried to push away but his masterful touch took a second to weaken me and I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back. He lifted the covers and slid under them with me, already naked and hard. I grabbed his dick, now so familiar, and he drew in a breath while reaching under my cami and fingering my breasts.
Our tongues were dancing together and we rolled around on the bed feeling up each other. He pushed the covers back, now not needed from the heat we were generating, and he lapped at my breasts while pushing my underwear down my legs. His fingers slid into my vagina and he pleasured me briefly while biting my breasts. He came up to kiss me again while his fingers softly massaged my clit. I was moaning, it felt amazing and I was already getting close to orgasm. It surprised me just how wet and soft his fingers were…
But one hand was on my belly, the other on the pillow beside my head…
I broke off the kiss and looked down my body to see the silhouette of a head between my legs, a head with wavy brown hair. Candice.
I jerked away from her but Dan held me still.
“Wait, I don’t-”
“Relax, Alex. Relax and enjoy it. There’s nothing wrong with this. Candice is amazing at giving head.”
“But I’m not ga-”
Dan was kissing me again, rubbing my breasts and using his skills to keep me in place. Candice hadn’t stopped during his comments and the pleasure from my clit was working its way through my head and reservations. Dan was licking my mouth while Candice continued licking my folds and it was probably the darkness, the fact I was still drowsy, but I listened to him. I relaxed.
Immediately, intense pleasure shot through my body. Candice was applying just the right amount of pressure, her tongue and mouth moving in dizzying patterns. She pushed two fingers into me and started rubbing my g-spot. The reaction was immediate. I lifted my back off the bed and despite my diminishing aversion to what was happening, I grabbed her head. Candice moaned happily.
“That’s it, baby,” Dan said into my mouth. “See how good she is? She loves muff diving, it’s her favorite thing. She loves the way a woman tastes.” Candice grunted in affirmation and increased the force. My head was whirling. She was better than Dan, which made her a master.
Dan ran his lips over my breasts again, my neck, my ears, my mouth and I just lay there, paralyzed, all thought gone. Candice knew exactly what I needed; she read me perfectly and somehow, could tell when I was getting close because she changed her tongue movements and within seconds, the lightening shot through my body and I rode an incredible orgasm to heaven.
“Oh, God, Dan. I’m so hot, I need you,” said Candice. Dan obediently lay on his back beside my slack body and Candice dropped straight onto his dick. I watched them.
I should have been turned off, seeing my lover with his wife. Instead, I lay on my side, still shivering slightly from my mega climax, and like a sad voyeur observed them. Candice was arching her back, her gorgeous ass molded to her husband’s legs, her bare breasts lifted to the ceiling. Dan was fingering her clit and she was rocking faster on him. “Alex. Suck her tits.”
“Do it. Suck her tits.”
I must have lost my senses because I submitted. Pushing to my knees, I leant forward and for the first time in my life, tasted another woman’s breasts.
They were softer than I expected. They smelt beautiful and delicate and not as foreign as I predicted. Her areola had a slight rubbery texture and her nipples hard, yet pliable. I remembered what I liked and performed it on Candice. She was moaning sexily and encouraged, I licked her with more confidence, taking her breast in my mouth and suckling her.
Dan’s spare hand moved between my legs and he rubbed us both. “You’re both so damned hot.”
I was getting aroused again and Candice started to command me.
“Bite, gently. Oh… that’s good.”
I was starting to enjoy what I was doing to Candice and her consequent reactions. My hands trailed her body and her breasts, my mouth following her movements. Then, Candice sat straight, sinking deep onto Dan and she grabbed my face and French kissed me.
I froze and pulled back.
Kissing to me had always been special and intimate; more intimate than sex in many ways. I chose my kissing partners more discerningly than my sexual partners and having to forcibly kiss a woman had hit my ‘too far’ radar. Candice stopped and examined my face in the near darkness, although she continued rocking her pelvis gently on her husband.
“I want you to kiss me, Alex.”
“But, I don’t want to kiss you.”
“Why? Am I unattractive?”
Dan was watching the exchange silently. He sped up his movement on my clit. I wanted him to stop so I could think clearly, but I couldn’t move away from those amazing digits.
“Kissing is special to me. I don’t kiss just anyone.”
“You kissed my husband.”
“Yes, I did.” Dan’s fingers pushed into my vagina and I automatically spread my knees and took a deep breath. I couldn’t formulate an adequate response.
“So, why can’t you kiss me?”
I couldn’t concentrate, everything, including my tongue, was getting heavy. I wanted Dan to stop, I wanted to move from the bed but he put two fingers into me and all I could do was kneel on the bed and let him arouse me.
“Alex. Why won’t you kiss me?”
“Uaaaahh.”
Candice leant closer, her hips still rotating on Dan’s crotch, somehow multitasking while I had turned mute. She was millimeters away from my mouth, her breath tickling my lips.
“Kiss me, Alex. I want to taste your mouth.”
She brushed her lips across mine so gently, I barely felt it.
“Kiss me,” she whispered. Dan continued to thrust his fingers into me and was using this thumb on my clit. Fluid poured over his hand. I was automatically tipping my head to the side in anticipation of her kissing me. I was going to let her do it. I couldn’t believe it.
So, I took control. I fell forward onto her lips and ravaged her. I lifted my hands to cup her head and slanting my face, I punished her for disarming me; for breaking through my limits. I sucked on her tongue, her lips, licked her teeth, hoping to hurt her and make her regret forcing me to do this. But, it didn’t. Candice groaned happily, her hip trusting speeding up again and shortly after, she orgasmed, crying into my mouth. Dan followed soon after.
We all collapsed onto the bed in a tangle of naked, sweaty bodies, breathing heavily. Dan pulled the covers over us and with me in the middle, we lay replete.
Then, despite being practically strangers, entwined in the darkness with warm, naked skin pressed close and fingers exploring, we started to talk.
Dan spoke of his business, Candice how she managed a small travel agency and assisted Dan with his books and project management occasionally. That got me started on my job. I told them about Ross Grims and how much I hated working for him. I told them how I inherited the house but I wasn’t entirely sure what to do with it yet.
“Why don’t you turn it into a trendy hotel?” Candice suggested, her fingers teasing back my hair. I loved people playing with my hair and was lulled into a sense of trust.
“I hadn’t thought of that.”
“I think it’d go well. It’s close enough to London to catch the weekenders and the place is so charming. You’d need to install en suites in each bedroom and each room could have a theme.”
Candice was warming up to her ideas.
“It’d be easy to convert the big kitchen into a commercial one and the barn is large enough to fit the cars under cover…”
It was a great idea.
“I’ve never planned anything that big before.”
“Well, we can help. Dan can look after the building, I can do the project managing and you handle the admin side.”
“And what do you want out of it?”
“Well, you could pay us a flat rate, or we could go in as partners.”
I was silent for a moment and let the quietness of the room and their gentle breath wash over me. I had my arm across Candice’s belly and Dan was stroking my fingers.
“Let me think about it.”
“Or I’ve got a better idea,” said Candice. “How about we don’t think at all.” And she sat up and simultaneously rammed her fingers into me and sucked on my breast.
This time, I just let it happen. This time, I orgasmed twice.
CHAPTER 7
The morning sun burnt my eyelids and I groaned and rubbed them. I was stiff and sore inside and out but remarkably refreshed, even after only a few hours’ sleep. I rolled over in the big bed and Candice was sleeping beside me, laying on her back, one leg bent up, one arm across her stomach. Dan wasn’t around so I took a moment to examine Candice.
She was incredibly pretty. Soft skin with cupid’s bow lips, thick, dark-brown hair that naturally dropped into trendy waves, large breasts with small brown areola that were currently exposed to the coolness of the bedroom, a flat belly just above the covers. I’d never have curves like that and felt a brief flair of jealousy.
Why had I let her screw me? A female! Curiosity? Loneliness? Hidden desires? All the above?
I’d always been curious about what sex with women would be like. I found it… nice. More than nice. She was so supple and everything about her felt like silk, even her pubic hair. I lifted the covers and looked at her mound. She had dark brown hair, manicured into a runway similar to mine. I’d never seen another woman’s lady garden close up and I shifted over on the bed for a closer look.
I examined her shape, noticing it was a little different to mine yet still so similar and then I smelt a sweet, earthy scent from inside her. Checking to see Candice was still asleep, I leant over her leg, dipped my face low and took a tentative lick of her folds.
The squishy skin tasted a little salty from our exertions last night, but it wasn’t unpleasant. I licked again, my tongue quickly locating her clit. She moaned in her sleep. Shuffling across to lay between her legs, I started the dance, warming up to the strange activity I was engaged in. Candice’s hands moved through my hair as she slowly awoke, her hips lifting. I had no idea if I was doing it right, but I did know what I liked and Candice was responding.
I slid my finger into her and explored her core, all while keeping my tongue in place. Now she was very awake and was grabbing her breasts while lifting her hips against me.
“Slower,” she commanded. She continued to verbally guide me and I got so engrossed in pleasuring my first woman that I hadn’t noticed Dan enter the room until his hands caressed my lifted ass and without further ado, entered me. The three of us rocked and moved together as one entity.
I rolled onto my back and Candice sat on my face while Dan pumped into me missionary style while kissing his wife. I continued to follow Candice’s instructions until she burst onto me and I had my first taste of female ejaculation. Dan, getting off on seeing his wife cum on my face, soon followed. Then both of them worked on me until I came to a screaming climax and lay stunned and paralyzed for a long time
after.
No person or device had made me orgasm this often and this easily before (even Mr BOB). I was ready to agree to anything just to experience this again.
After we’d calmed down, Candice again asked me about the hotel idea.
“Let’s do it. But there needs to be a five-month turn-around. Do you think it’s possible?”
Dan and Candice glanced at each other. I caught a hint of satisfaction pass between them and then Candice held out her hand which I shook.
“Definitely. You write the checks, we’ll make it happen.
CHAPTER 8
APRIL
The next few weeks were a blur of builders, mess, dust and sex. The only room unvisited by the hordes of tradespeople was Bedroom 1, our haven of erotic pleasure, where we’d spend hours each day seeking physical bliss. Sex was on tap and whenever one of us wanted satisfaction, we took it liberally. I’d even stopped wearing a bra (not that I really needed one) for no other reason than ease of access as their hands would grope me in any room at any time. My underwear was in a constant state of wetness from all those endless hours or perpetual arousal. Mr BOB stayed in my bag; he was undergoing his longest stint of celibacy ever as the Baronets wandered in and out as they wished, day or night. Several times a week I’d wake up to one or both of them crawling into my bed and staying till morning.
I was loving it. It was strange and freaky, yet I was energized like never before.
Part of the allure was the differences between Dan and Candice. It was like having sex with yin and yang. Dan was gentle, sweet and would make love to me; Candice would fuck me hard and commandingly. Dan would leave a flower on my pillow and carry heavy things; Candice would demand I make her tea. Dan would steal sweet kisses in the hall way as we passed; Candice would push me against a wall, French kissing me. Both filled my yearning for love, companionship, physical release and confirmation of my attraction. I was addicted.
As for the house, Candice had taken control of the project management like a pro. She ordered everyone around, ensuring things were done to schedule and specification. Dan was in almost every room, his tools on the go. I immersed myself taming the crazy gardens and hauled, clipped and raked with all the energy the sex was giving me. The landscape came together surprisingly fast and I loved getting my hands dirty and seeing such great outcomes.
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