Overwhelmed

by Marita A. Hansen

  “Why?”

  “He’s still in love with her. It’s hard losing someone you love, and even harder to replace them. I don’t think he wants me to replace her, which is why he won’t share a bed with me.”

  “That’s sad.”

  “Though, I would watch yourself around him. He’s looking at you different from the other women he’s had.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “He likes you, whereas he just wanted to fuck the others. Also, I don’t want to lose him, so be careful, he’s mine.”

  “And Tom’s mine.”

  She smiled. “Good, we’re on the same page. Maybe we can be friends, because I do like you and your brashness.” She nudged me with an elbow. “Anyway, let’s get back to the men before they start wondering if we ditched them for some lady love.”

  I grinned. “In their dreams.”

  She laughed.

  I followed her back into the dining room, liking her a bit more now. Maybe we could get along after all.

  As soon as I entered the dining room, I instantly noticed an air of ease, the two men happily chatting about hotel chains. I placed a dessert in front of Tom, who smiled up at me. I sat down in my seat, noticing Natalija running a hand affectionately down Eric’s chest as she put his dessert on the table ... okay, it was more sexual, but she seemed to genuinely love him.

  Feeling like I was intruding, I took a bite of the parfait, moaning in pleasure at the taste. “Your culinary skills keep making me moan,” I said to Natalija.

  She sat down in her seat. “My cooking skills are orgasmic, but my bedroom skills are even more so.” She raised her eyebrows, then laughed.

  I laughed too, Tom joining in.

  She picked up a bottle of wine and refilled his glass. I frowned, hoping she wasn’t intentionally trying to get him drunk.

  Eric cleared his throat, capturing my attention. “Would you like to take our conversation into the lounge?”

  I looked down at his parfait. “You haven’t even touched your dessert.”

  “I prefer sweeter things,” he replied, the way he was looking at me suggesting he could eat me up.

  “Let me finish first,” I said, wishing he would stop with the innuendos. Although Tom hadn’t heard, I didn’t want Eric pushing his luck.

  Eric flashed his teeth at me, appearing amused by my annoyance. I took a spoonful of the parfait and focused on Tom, who was happily eating his dessert as Natalija told him the ingredients and how she made it.

  “You have to give Kelly the recipe,” Tom said with a mouthful.

  “Da, I will,” Natalija answered, smiling at me. “I would love to get together with Kelly more. I don’t have any female friends I can talk to.”

  I nodded, okay with it, just as long as she didn’t take up too much of my time as I never had enough. I took another bite of the dessert and before I knew it, I’d finished. As soon as the last bite went into my mouth, Eric stood up and indicated to the sitting room. I put the spoon down and followed him through the doorway, along with Tom and Natalija. Tom and I sat down on the couch while Natalija squashed in next to Tom. Eric pulled a chair up to me, the sexual tension in the room suddenly hitting the roof. Realisation dawned on me pretty quick, Eric’s and Natalija’s intentions clear as day. Sex was now on the menu—with me and Tom as the main course.

  22

  Natalija placed her hand on Tom’s leg, making him tense. Her mouth was partially open and she was staring down at his crotch, all but inviting his cock to jump inside her mouth. Eric placed a hand on my leg too, the way he was looking at me just as predatory. Tom tensed even more, his eyes going to Eric’s hand.

  Eric focused on Tom. “Can I touch your wife?”

  “I thought we were just going to talk, not fuck,” Tom replied.

  Eric smiled wide. “I only asked to touch her, not for sex.”

  Tom’s face dropped. “Shit, I’m sorry, this is all new to me. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. It’s really awkward.”

  “It was for me the first time too, and don’t worry, I would’ve asked for group sex eventually, you just cut to the chase. So, are you open to all four of us doing what you suggested?”

  “I didn’t suggest anything.”

  “But sex is so much fun, darling,” Natalija said, running a hand over Tom’s crotch.

  Tom jumped, looking like he didn’t know what to say or do.

  “Don’t look so scared.” She brushed her lips against his cheek. “I will make this very pleasurable for you.” Her eyes moved to me. “Do you mind if Tom and I kiss?”

  “That’s up to Tom,” I said, just as nervous as he was.

  “Oh, he won’t mind at all, not after I’m finished with him.” She took a hold of his face and planted her lips on his, making him go rigid.

  I could imagine his heart pounding fast and his mind freaking out, like what I had felt at the club. I kissed his cheek, wanting to let him know I was here for him. Tom pulled away from Natalija’s kiss and grabbed my head, latching onto my lips, which seemed to be the start button for Eric. I inhaled sharply as Eric slipped a hand between my thighs, burrowing under my knickers.

  Tom pulled away from me and started growling, his tone sexual, not angry. I glanced down, discovering the reason. Natalija was on her knees, sucking on his very hard cock, taking him inside her mouth without a condom. Tom leaned his head back against the couch, looking like he was in ecstasy as his cock slid in and out of Natalija’s mouth.

  Hands yanked my head around to my left. Eric latched onto my lips, kissing the dear life out of me. After several seconds, he pulled back. “Blow me,” he said, looking so damn sexy.

  “Get a condom,” I replied, then quickly added, “but not a spermicide one.”

  His eyes twinkled with amusement. “I don’t need one.”

  “Yes, you do.”

  “Then I’ll lick you.” He dropped to the floor, taking up position next to Natalija, who was now sucking on Tom’s balls. She was also running her hand up and down his cock, my husband’s eyes practically rolling back in his head.

  Eric removed my knickers, then spread my legs. He bent his head down and buried his face in my pussy, making me fling my head back next to Tom’s. Tom turned to me and grabbed my face, kissing me as Eric lavished attention on my pussy, the feeling intense, reminding me of the first time Tom had explored down there when we were teenagers. Back then I didn’t have a clue what Tom was doing, the experience blowing my mind—like now, my senses completely overwhelmed.

  I placed a hand on Eric’s head, shoving his face into my pussy more. A female voice pulled me out of my nirvana, making me detach my lips from Tom.

  “Up, Tom,” Natalija said, pushing to her feet. She grabbed Tom’s hand and tugged at him. “Let’s take this to the bedroom, handsome.”

  He yanked his hand free. “Not without Kelly.”

  “Of course. We’ll all go together. The couch is not comfortable, we need a bed.” She leaned down and grabbed Tom’s hand again.

  This time Tom got to his feet, using his left hand to partially cover his cock, which was jutting out of his jeans. Eric pushed up next, pulling me along with him. Natalija tugged at Tom again, making him step forward. She continued to tug on him, until he started following her. He glanced over his shoulder at me, his concerned expression drawing me along with him. Eric placed a hand on my back as we entered a passageway, steering me into the room that Natalija had dragged Tom into. It was as grand as the rest of the house, with a huge bed as its centrepiece and rich red drapes.

  Natalija shoved Tom onto the bed. Tom stared up at her, looking wide-eyed, so damn cute in his nervousness. This was the guy who had bedded numerous girls and women in his teens, but now he looked like a scared virgin. Though, his cock was still jutting out of his pants, harder than the posts on the bed.

  Natalija smiled wide, her hungry eyes lapping up my man. “You look so delicious, Tom—all innocent, yet sexy.” She shimmied out of her dress,
her body stunning, the pieces of red lacy lingerie barely covering her. She glanced back at me. “Come on, Kelly; get your clothes off.”

  I shook my head, definitely not as confident as her.

  Eric wrapped his arms around me from behind. “Ignore her, she’s a show off,” he whispered in my ear. “Anyway, I like your body better, you have bigger tits.”

  Natalija frowned. “What did he say?”

  “Nothing,” I said, focusing on Tom, who went to stand up, his expression now unhappy.

  Natalija turned and pushed him back down. “No, you don’t, you’re mine tonight.” She grabbed the top of his jeans and yanked them off, along with his underwear.

  Still with his arms around me, Eric moved me forward. Tom looked up at us with a frown, which was taken away as Natalija grabbed his shirt and lifted it over his head, leaving Tom completely naked.

  “Ooh, baby, I love your muscles and tattoo,” she said, climbing onto him.

  I clenched my hand, willing myself not to yank her off my husband, her hands and mouth all over Tom. Eric started pulling off my sleeveless top, distracting me. Once it was removed, he unzipped my skirt and pushed it down. I turned around as it dropped to the floor. Smiling at me, he started unbuttoning his shirt.

  A moan came from the bed. I spun around, finding Natalija sucking Tom’s cock again. He was lying down with his eyes closed, looking like he was loving what Natalija was doing. I went to climb on the bed, wanting to kiss him, because he looked absolutely divine, his muscular body spread out to feast on.

  Eric grabbed my arm and yanked me around. “No, you don’t, it’s my turn.” He let me go and unzipped his pants, shunting them down along with his underwear, his hard cock springing free. Before I knew what was happening, he was kissing me again, stealing away all thought: where I was, what I was doing.

  He removed my bra, then laid me down on the bed. A hand touched my head, making me look to my left. Tom was reaching out for me, his blue-green eyes begging for my attention. I moved closer to him and kissed his lips, getting lost in his mouth, forgetting about Eric and Natalija for that moment.

  A drawer opened and closed, snapping me out of the kiss. I looked down Tom’s body as Natalija rolled a condom over his cock. My eyes flicked to Eric, who was rolling one on himself. God, how did this happen? We’d only gone into the sitting room to talk, not to end up doing this. I felt like they’d planned this from the start, totally ambushing us.

  Tom focused on Natalija as she climbed on top of him, lowering herself onto his cock. I closed my eyes, unable to watch, my chest now hurting. My eyelids shot open as my body was lifted up and moved further onto the bed, the surprise making me gasp. Eric fell on top of me with a laugh, then started kissing me, trying to monopolise my attention, but all I could think about was what Natalija was doing to Tom, the noises they were making driving me insane.

  Someone took a hold of my left hand, their skin calloused. I smiled, knowing it was Tom. Even though a gorgeous woman was riding him, he still wanted to hold my hand, the sweet gesture making me feel better.

  Eric brushed his lips over my ear. “Can I fuck you?”

  Tom mumbled something I didn’t hear, then yelped, making me turn my head in his direction. Natalija was squeezing his nipples, looking down at him with a scowl, whatever he’d said obviously angering her. I grinned, knowing what was coming. Tom grabbed a hold of her nipples and squeezed her back, causing Natalija to cry out. He then grabbed her breasts roughly and yanked them down, shoving one into his mouth. His lower half started thrusting upwards, giving her an angry fuck, something he usually did to me when he was in a bad or rough mood—although I loved it.

  “Da, da, da!” Natalija cried out, the woman obviously loving it too.

  Jealousy reared its ugly head again, making me turn away from Tom, not wanting to see him take Natalija the same way he took me. I looked up at Eric, telling him to “Fuck me hard,” desperate for a distraction.

  Smiling, he guided his cock to my opening, then pushed inside, making me gasp. He started plunging in and out of me, his eyes fixed on mine, daring me to look away. I stared up at him, now captured by his intense gaze, wanting what he was giving me. He leaned down and kissed me, spearing my mouth with his tongue while his hands massaged my breasts. I started thrusting my pussy at him, impaling myself, wanting to feel only pleasure, not jealousy.

  “Tom!” Natalija said. “Ignore them.”

  I broke the kiss with Eric, who moved his lips to my neck, sucking on it hard enough to give me a hickey. I looked to my side, finding Tom staring at me with an upset expression. Natalija was still on top of him, trying to get his attention.

  “You want to stop?” I asked.

  “Of course he doesn’t,” Natalija replied, bending down to kiss him. Tom jerked his head to the side. She went rigid, her expression surprised, then she turned to Eric. “Off her!”

  “What?” Eric said, pulling back from my neck.

  “Tom’s feeling uncomfortable, so let Kelly and me help him relax, then you can join in again.”

  “But—”

  “Out of her. Now!” she barked, sounding like a sergeant major.

  I bit my bottom lip to stop from laughing, the woman’s tone and Eric’s disbelieving look hilarious.

  “Eric!” she snapped.

  Eric swore, but still pulled out of me. He walked over to a seat and sat down, reminding me of what Tom had done at the club, although Eric looked furious. I smiled at him, softening his expression, the man lovely.

  “Now, Kelly,” Natalija said in an authoritative tone, “let’s pleasure this beautiful man.” She climbed off Tom and yanked him onto his side, my husband looking stunned. “Get behind him; we’re going to make him feel like the luckiest guy alive.”

  Eric muttered something from his chair. I grinned, finding his annoyance funny. He screwed his face up at me, not looking amused, which only made my grin widen.

  “Kelly,” Natalija snapped.

  I turned to Tom, plastering myself against his back as Natalija plastered herself against his front. I started nibbling on his ear, my man so sensitive there, his low growls encouraging me. Natalija directed his cock back inside of her pussy, then started kissing his lips, Tom reciprocating this time. She slipped her hand in between me and Tom, grabbing his arse. I backed off a little, not wanting her hand anywhere near my pussy.

  “You’re so fucking sexy,” she muttered against his lips.

  He took a hold of her hair and yanked her head back, latching onto her neck with his mouth.

  “Da, Tom,” she groaned.

  Feeling left out, I slipped a hand between his thighs, cupping his balls. He let go of Natalija’s hair and leaned his head back on my shoulder, flicking his tongue out at me, his upset expression now replaced with a mischievous grin.

  “Not now, Tom,” I said, knowing what he was asking, his tongue flick signalling he wanted to lick my pussy.

  “Maybe I’ll get Natalija to sit on my face then,” he taunted, his eyes daring me to change my mind.

  “Da!” she cried, appearing overly eager. “I’ll ride your face while Kelly can ride your cock.”

  “Fuck yeah,” Tom said, now looking excited. He lay down on his back, focusing on Natalija as she moved up the bed. Facing me, she swung a leg over his face and sat down on it, making my eyes pop. Tom grabbed her hips and lifted her a fraction, flicking his tongue between her folds.

  “Ride him,” Natalija moaned at me.

  Freaking out a little, I removed his condom and straddled him, pushing his cock inside of me. He spread his legs, bending them at the knees. He started thrusting upwards, almost knocking me into Natalija. I grabbed onto his powerful thighs, pressing down on them to steady myself. Not missing a beat, he continued to lick Natalija, the woman looking like she was in ecstasy.

  She reached for my face. “Let’s give Eric a show.”

  I jerked my head to the side, knowing what she was after.

  “Come on, kiss me, he�
��ll love it.”

  “I won’t,” I muttered, getting a snigger from Tom. Natalija bounced on his face, shutting him up.

  “Then close your eyes.”

  “Nope.”

  “Then I’ll suck on your breast. Just imagine it’s Tom or Eric doing it.”

  I glanced over my shoulder at Eric, who was nodding at me eagerly. I looked back at Natalija, wondering if I could do this.

  Tom mumbled something that sounded like, “Try it.”

  “Okay,” I replied, wanting to please him. Breathing out, I closed my eyes, praying that I wasn’t going to get grossed out. Soft hands touched my arms, then a mouth latched onto my right breast, sucking it softer than what the men would do.

  “I’ve died and gone to Heaven,” Eric groaned, his voice drawing closer.

  The mattress went down behind me. Eric prodded my arse with his cock, making my eyes shoot open. “No, Eric!”

  He kissed my ear as Natalija continued to suck on my breast. “Don’t you want to try double penetration?”

  “Not now,” I said, unsure if I could handle it.

  “If you don’t want it in your arse, Tom and I can do your pussy at the same time.”

  “Hell, no!” Tom snapped, lifting Natalija off his face, the woman thankfully letting go of my breast. “If your cock touches mine, I’ll rip it off.”

  Eric snorted out a laugh. “I’m guessing you’ve never crossed swords before.”

  “And I never will, so piss off.”

  Eric pushed off the bed, his smile dropping. “Tonight isn’t just the Tom and Pussy Show. I want to get some too.”

  “Not my fault both the chicks want me over your pasty pommy arse.”

  Eric clenched his hands, looking like he was going to blow his top. Natalija shot in front of him, placing her hands on his chest. “Calm down, I’ll fix things.” She turned to me. “Climb off Tom.”

  Wondering what she was up to, I did as instructed, watching as she grabbed another condom from the drawer. She rolled it over Tom’s cock, then straddled him, pushing it back inside of her. Smiling, she glanced over her shoulder at Eric. “You can do my arse.”