Christa (4 page)

Christa smiled at her. “Be my guest.”

Elizabeth climbed off the bed and stalked over to Marc. “How about it? Time to play?”

“What did you have in mind?” he asked in a lazy voice.

Elizabeth knelt in front of him and slowly pulled the zipper of his trousers down. She pulled out his very erect, very well-endowed cock.

“Nice,” she said. “I'll bet you're tasty too. You've got this Master of the Universe thing going on that makes me hot. I bet you're the kind of man who likes to fuck with his clothes on. You like to keep in control. Let's see if we can make a mess of your swish Italian trousers.”

Elizabeth grasped his cock at the base and took him in her mouth. He was indeed wonderfully tasty. Her mouth flooded with saliva as she sucked him, making him groan deep in his throat. His hips started thrusting, bucking, and he grabbed her head as if to push her more deeply onto his cock.

Elizabeth sensed Chista move off the bed and come to kneel beside her, watching her husband's cock slide in and out of Elizabeth's mouth.

“I could watch you all day,” she murmured.

Elizabeth smiled to herself, but then nearly levitated off the floor when she felt two fingers thrust into her pussy from behind.

With Marc's cock in her mouth, she moaned and sucked him harder, wanting to see him disintegrate. Christa's fingers continued to work their magic in her cunt, hitting that spot that almost made her come, driving her wild.

Marc tipped back his head and grasped the handles of the chair, thrusting in her mouth as much as she let him. Elizabeth could tell it wasn't just her mouth that was driving him to the edge. She glanced up at his face to see his burning, dark gaze locked on his wife. He watched Christa watching him, watching his cock thrust in and out of Elizabeth's greedy mouth.

“Fuck!” he yelled.

Elizabeth released him from her mouth and pumped him hard with her hand. His seed shot up and splashed onto her breasts and over his trousers. A lovely, wild mess.

How she loved this moment, when men were at their most vulnerable. She turned to Christa and grinned. “We need to get him out of his clothes. He won't need them now.”

Christa snickered. “He certainly won't.”

Marc groaned in his chair. “Just give me a minute. That was incredible.” He opened his eyes and smiled at Christa. “I liked you watching.”

The two women pulled him out of his chair and made short work of his clothes. Elizabeth made an appreciative noise at the sight of his hard, toned body. “No slacker in the fitness stakes, I see.”

He smiled. “Surgery's hard work. If I'm not fit, I don't do my best work.”

“Let's see you do your best work now. Recovered? Ready to play some more?”

“Not quite. Maybe I need some inspiration.”

Christa rolled her eyes and grabbed his hardening cock. “Get over it. From the look of things, you're ready to rock and roll now.”

He laughed and pulled her to him to give her a smacking kiss. Elizabeth felt a pang of envy. They had an easy, familiar relationship she'd never had with her ex, even though she'd loved him. Maybe she just wasn't cut out for coupledom.

“I want to see you go down on my wife,” Marc said, turning to Elizabeth, “and I want to be inside you.”

Elizabeth's sex throbbed with anticipation. “Yes, oh, yes,” she said. “We can do that.”

Christa lay back on the bed, her legs wide and her sex wet and glistening. She toyed with her nipples and smiled as Elizabeth knelt in front of her.

“You look good enough to eat. So that's what I'm going to do,” Elizabeth said.

She pushed Christa's legs wider and bent to lick and suck her clit. She tasted fantastic. And the noises she made in her throat were so hot. A cross between a groan and a gasp and a guttural cry.

Elizabeth sensed Marc cross to the bedside table. She heard a ripping sound that made her cunt ache with need. He moved to stand behind her and gently slid his covered cock up and down her wet sex. She groaned in protest as she sucked Christa's throbbing clit, desperate for him to thrust home. Instead he kneaded her arse cheeks and bent to nibble and kiss and lick her spine. She was going to go out of her mind.

Christa was on the verge of coming if he didn't fuck her now. She lifted her head, regardless of Christa's protests, and turned to snarl at him. But before she could utter a word, he thrust hard into her, making her see stars.

“Oh my God, that feels so good,” she moaned. Marc grunted his assent and holding her hips, set a steady rhythm. Elizabeth closed her eyes and let herself feel the long, hard length of him fill her again and again.

“Hello?” Christa said. “Remember me? I'm a little desperate here.”

“Sorry,” Elizabeth said in a strangled voice. “Your husband's cock is very distracting.”

“Really? More than my pussy?” Christa said, playing with her clit.

Elizabeth grinned and fitted her mouth around Christa's clit, sucking hard. She was rewarded with the other woman arching her back, tipping her head back and groaning deep in her throat. Elizabeth continued to suck and lave her clit, while all the time Marc's cock ploughed her pussy. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh, along with Christa's orgasmic screams, started to tip Elizabeth over the edge. When he pressed a finger into her arse, then another, she lifted her mouth from the now satiated Christa and gave a guttural cry. On and on, mind-altering pleasure wracked her body as Marc angled his thrusts in just the right spot.

Finally he came with a yell and collapsed on to her, taking all three of them onto the bed and into a tangle of arms and limbs. They all lay, panting and sweaty.

“I'm hungry,” said Christa.

* * *

Christa sat against the headboard and spooned chocolate mousse into her mouth. “I know it's very seventies, but I make a great mousse and the kids love it.”

“Where are your kids?” Elizabeth asked, with an alarmed look on her face. She sat crossed-legged opposite Christa on the bed. The view of her open pussy was delightful.

“Boarding school,” Marc said. “They come home most weekends but this time they're both off at a cricket camp.” He also sat crossed-legged on the other side of Christa. Anyone watching would think they were having an adult version of a sleepover.

“You both must have been very young when you started having them,” Elizabeth said.

“I was just twenty when the condom broke,” Christa said. “My parents were devastated because I'd got a scholarship to university to study architecture. Gave it all up to have kids and be a housewife.” She shot a quick look at Marc who was working his way through his own bowl of mousse.

“Did you regret it?” Elizabeth asked.

“Never.” She hesitated. “But I wonder if Marc does.”

“What do you mean?” he said with a frown.

Christa shrugged. “I'm not a high-powered career woman like Elizabeth. Sometimes I worry that you might get bored with me,” she said in a small voice.

His mouth dropped open in surprise. “Christa, no.” He threw aside his bowl and reached for her. “You are the most incredible woman I know. I thank my lucky stars that condom broke and you agreed to marry me. My only regret was you believed you had to give up your studies. I always feel guilty about that.” He kissed her gently. “I love you.”

A warm glow stole through Christa as she slid her arms around Marc's neck and hugged him. “Don't have any regrets about that. I can't imagine any other life than the one I have now.”

She glanced over at Elizabeth, a little guilty they'd excluded her from their unexpected conversation, to see a look of wistful sadness on her face. This would not do. They didn't invite people to play with them only to make them feel bad.

“You didn't come here to listen to true confessions, Elizabeth. I'm sorry, that was very rude of us.”

“No, no,” she said. ‘It was lovely. I like that you have such a strong relationship.” She sighed. “I wish I could have that in my life.”

“Why can't you?” asked Marc. “You're beautiful and smart. Lots of men and women would be interested in you.”

She shrugged. “I don't seem to be made for settling down to domesticity. I want to, but every time I try it, I get restless and feel confined. My ex was a terrific guy but he wanted me to be something I'm not. I can't do dinner parties and I didn't want to have children. In the end, we were too different.”

“You need a wife,” Christa said, licking her spoon. “Someone who will let you be the alpha woman. Doesn't have to be a woman, a man can be a wife. But you need to be the provider.”

“Maybe.” A look of speculation appeared on her face. “What I'd really like is what we have now.”

“What do you mean?” Christa asked.

“I work hard and so do you two. I also travel a lot. I can see you love each other and I like that. I want us to keep seeing each other like we are now. I want to know I can come over and hang around with you and go to bed with you but not be in ‘a relationship'. Maybe that might develop, who knows? I'd like to keep all options open.”

Christa looked at Marc, who looked interested in the idea. Very interested, if his cock was anything to go by. He glanced at Christa, scooped up a dollop of mousse on his finger and circled Elizabeth's nipple with the smooth cream. “That's a good idea,” he said, then dipped his head to her breast. He sucked and licked her breast while she squirmed and giggled.

“What about you, Christa?” Elizabeth asked in a breathless voice, as Marc pulled on her nipple with his teeth.

“What do I think? I think I'm very glad you were late for the dry cleaners,” she said, leaning forward to kiss the other woman. She slid two fingers into her pussy and moved them in and out. Elizabeth gave a strangled cry.

“I think it's time for more fun and games,” Christa said. “I want you to fuck me,” she said to Marc. “But I also want to see your tongue in Ms Underwood's delectable pussy. Hmm. Decisions, decisions.”

She gazed around the room and zeroed in on the antique stool she purchased some months ago, not really needing it, but unable to resist its old world charm. It had a back, so was a cross between a stool and a chair. It looked like a piece of furniture some aristocratic French lady would use to sit in front of a mirror while pasting beauty spots on her face. When she got it home, though, she found it was really too tall for using at a dressing table. She'd left it in the corner of the bedroom, not sure what to do with it.

Christa smiled with glee. She climbed off the bed, taking the chocolate mousse with her.

“Hey!” said Marc. “I'm not finished.”

“Yes you are,” she said. “Something much more delicious awaits. Come on, off the bed and pull the quilt onto the floor. I think this will work. Sit on the floor with your back against the end of the bed.”

“Yes, ma'am.”

“Is she always this bossy?” Elizabeth said, smiling.

“When it come to orgasmic delights, always.”

“I'm a good choreographer. I missed my calling,” Christa said, pulling the stool over to the end of the bed. Marc grinned at her as he leant against the bed, his legs straight out and his cock jutting up expectantly.

“Now, Elizabeth, you sit here. Good, yes. Just the right height. I knew I'd find a use for this stool. Get closer to Marc. You'll have to rest one leg on the bed. Luckily the stool is higher. Excellent!”

She stood back and watched the tableau. Elizabeth perched on the stool with her legs wide open, her pussy at the same level as Marc's mouth. He glanced up and her and proceeded to experiment with their new arrangement. Christa watched as he slid one, then two fingers into Elizabeth's glistening cunt, then bent his head forward to tongue her clit.

Elizabeth closed her eyes and squirmed on the stool, leaning back to open her legs wider. She held onto Marc's head, pressing him against her slit as he vibrated her clit with his tongue and started a steady thrust with his fingers. Her breathing became laboured and Christa smiled as throaty grunts emerged from her mouth.

“Hang on,” Christa said. “This arrangement isn't finished yet.”

She crossed to Marc and stood over him. He broke off his ministrations of Elizabeth and stared up at her, grinning. She knelt, straddling him, and grasped his cock in her hands, giving him an affectionate squeeze. Lifting herself slightly, she angled him just at the right spot and lowered herself onto his long, hard length.

“Ah, yes,” she muttered, his cock filling her just the way she loved. “That's right. Oh, God, get ready, Marc. I'm going to fucking ride you like you've never been ridden. And I want to see your mouth fuck Elizabeth.”

Marc laughed and pulled the stool closer to him, turning his head to suck Elizabeth's clit. The other woman rested her hand at the back of Christa's neck, caressing her.

Christa was inches away from Elizabeth's cunt, and the sight of her husband licking and sucking her while Christa rode him hard was so incredible she thought she would explode or expire or just fucking die from pleasure. Elizabeth was on the verge of coming, if the sounds coming out of her throat were any guide. Her hips thrust against Marc's mouth and she threw back her head moaning, while her breasts jutted out, her nipples tight and hard. Christa reached up and squeezed one, resulting in a guttural scream as Elizabeth came, hard.

Marc leant back, panting, his mouth wet with Elizabeth's pussy juices. Christa leant forward and kissed him, all the time riding him, fucking him, slamming herself onto him, feeling the head of his cock hit the exact spot that drove her wild. She broke the kiss and screamed out his name, dimly aware that Elizabeth was no longer on the stool.

Her screams became incoherent when she felt Elizabeth's tongue slide down her spine and her fingers play with her arsehole. Marc grabbed her hips and thrust up into her. Deep in her cunt the spasms started, taking her over, making her only aware of intense, conscious-altering pleasure. As Marc shot into her, yelling out his orgasm, she collapsed onto him, spent. He held her, breathing hard while Elizabeth straddled Marc behind her. Light, feathery kisses and nibbles on her neck and the feel of Elizabeth's nipples on her skin made Christa realise all was right with her world.