Cool With Her (15 page)

“He good?” Amber asked.

“He’s not going anywhere,” Casey nodded.

Amber grinned, standing tall. “Enjoy the show.”

Casey and Beth finishing tying me to the chair before Beth blew me a kiss. The three women disappeared out of the room.

“Do you know what the hell’s going on?” Paul asked. He tugged at his restraints.

“No idea, but I have a feeling we’re going to like it.”

We sat in silence for a couple minutes before Paul spoke. “So what was your fantasy?”

“I’m sorry?”

“
Your fantasy
. Beth’s been fulfilling our fantasies. Case got to watch. Amber got her fling. I got your wife.” He grinned. “So what was yours?”

“Everyone keeps asking me that. I really don’t know. This whole weekend has been pretty great.”

“What do you want, man? This is your chance.”

“Well, I kind of had a lot of them done to me last night, but if you really want to know...I think it would be really hot to watch Beth and Amber get it on.”

“Totally. I’m a little jealous that you got to watch Amb hook up with her first chick last night.”

“You’ll probably get a taste of that in a few.”

“I hope so,” Paul said.

Silence descended again. We looked to the door. It remained a door—closed.

Paul filled the void again. “I’m sorry, man.”

“Sorry?”

Paul grinned. “Sorry that I’m going to fuck your wife so thoroughly she’s not going to be able to walk straight for a week.”

Beth, appearing in the doorway, got her question out first. “Is that so?”

She’d stripped out of her jeans and sweater, adding a pair of black thigh highs and my favorite pair of heels to her bra and thong combo.

“Paul, what did I tell you this morning about egos getting in the way?”

She stepped in and Casey followed. The diminutive brunette’s lingerie was more understated—a chocolate brown pair of boyshorts and a matching bra—but on a body as compact, yet as curvy as hers, it looked great. What was really startling was that her glasses were gone—contacts, maybe—and all hint of the nerdy girl I always knew was wiped away by this beauty.

Amber completed their entrance that felt more like the beginning of a Victoria’s Secret fashion show than that of friends. I recognized the pink set as Beth’s: the thong, the garter belt clipped into lacy, nude-colored stockings, the lightly padded bra. It had never looked like this on my wife, though, particularly the way Amber’s tits spilled over the cups.

I looked at Paul long enough to communicate a
see, told you this was going to be good.

Beth took a seat on the end of the bed, leaning back onto her arms. She looked up at Amber, who smiled back.

Without looking away from her, Beth said, “So here’s what I heard, Jason. Your biggest fantasy is to watch me and Amber hook up?”

My heart skipped a beat. She’d heard?

“That would be really hot,” I said.

Amber raked her fingers through her loose locks. She lowered herself to her knees as she spoke. Her smile never faded. “I don’t know, Jason. I don’t really do girls.”

Beth added, “And what would that do to our friendship?”

Beth lifted her hips as Amber took hold of her panties and peeled them off. She shot a quick look at me, winking as she spread her legs open for her best friend.

Amber traced Beth’s landing strip with her thumb, leaning forward. “I guess we’ll have to risk it.”

She leaned forward, her lips finding Beth’s as she pushed her fingers into Beth’s pussy. Beth broke the kiss with a moan. Amber kissed her neck, reaching behind my wife to remove her bra. Then she went to work on her tits.

“Pretty sexy, huh?” Casey’s question came hot against my ear. She was right beside me, leaning over and offering the deep expanse of her cleavage. “Let’s make it sexier. Keep watching them.”

I did as I was told. As Amber kissed down Beth’s naked body, Casey lowered herself between my legs and worked my zipper open.

Beth rolled her head to the side, giving me a lazy smile. “We thought we could improve on your fantasy.”

Casey enveloped my cock just as Amber’s mouth touched down on her pussy. I gripped the arm of the chair, fighting the sudden, intense desire to come.

“Oh, God, Amb. Yes!” Listening to my wife’s voice shake as another woman went down on her didn’t ease that desire.

Amber kept working her middle and fore fingers inside Beth, twisting them in and out as she lashed her tongue across Beth’s clit. The wet sounds of oral sex roared in my ears. I burned the visual into my brain.

Beth’s body crunched inward as she stuttered closer to orgasm. Her face tightened. Her mouth yawned in a silent gasp.

Amber added a third finger, and Beth’s gasp was no longer silent. She careened through another shaky moan, flopping back on the bed. Chest thrust out, she wrapped her legs around Amber’s head and back and came hard and loud—a sound so familiar to me, yet so strange to hear remotely. I realized that while I’d watched her in action last night, I never saw her
come
. Not with someone else.

Beth’s cries in my ears and Casey’s mouth on my cock overwhelmed me. I was caught off guard by the swift ferocity of my own orgasm. I came like a teenager getting his first blowjob, joining my wife in the final throes of her release.

Casey swallowed everything, keeping me in her mouth until I was too sensitive to take it. “No more,” I begged off, pushing her back.

She wiped her mouth on the back of her hand and smiled. “That was fun.”

“Thank you.”

On the bed, Amber crawled up Beth’s heaving body, dribbling kisses as she went.

“You’re so hot, Beth baby,” Amber said as she sucked on Beth’s hard nipples. The women kissed, full of passion. This wasn’t a show. This was an expression of pure, unadulterated lust.

When Amber pulled out of the kiss, Beth looked over at me. “Fantasy come true?”

“Oh, yeah. Looked like you had a good time, too.”

Beth smiled without answering and turned to the other man strapped to a chair. “And how about you, Paul? Enjoying the show?”

“You two are damn fine. I can’t believe you just did that, Amber.”

The blonde blushed. She and Beth sat up, still in one another’s arms, their fingers absently caressing one another.

Amber answered Paul, but looked at Beth the whole time. “If I’m honest, I’ve probably wanted to do that for a while.”

The women kissed again. Amber’s bra came off. Beth dipped her lips down to nuzzle Amber’s neck. “Me, too.”

Paul cleared his throat. “You know...I’m feeling a little lonely over here...”

“Oh, poor baby,” Amber said. She crawled off the bed and took a seat in Paul’s lap. “Feeling neglected? Envious, maybe, that Jason got off and you didn’t? Want me to untie you?”

“Please.”

Casey went to the nightstand and retrieved something, but I was too focused on Amber and Paul to see what it is.

She went to her knees, freeing Paul’s legs. “That better?”

“Now my arms.”

“Not so fast. First…” Her grin was pure evil. Unbuckling his belt, she whipped it off and tossed it into the corner. “If I freed your arms, then you might get some ideas in your head, and we wouldn’t want that.”

She yanked his pants down, taking his boxers with them. His cock sprang free, healthy and hard.

“Instead, you’re going to just sit there and watch as Beth, Casey, and I have amazing, lesbian sex. You don’t even get a hand to jerk off with.”

On cue, Beth’s moan drew our attention back to the bed. She was on her back again, legs open as Casey tickled her glass dildo along her pussy. “Ooo, that’s nice, Case.”

“You know, I’ve never used one of these before.” Casey angled the glass head against Beth and dipped it inside. Beth’s breath caught. “Think I should get one?”

“Glass?” Beth asked, her voice tight. “I just got this one but...but yeah, it’s pretty...uhhh...pretty awesome.”

Amber stood, kissed Paul, and joined the two on the bed. She went right for my wife’s lips, kissing her on the mouth. “Ready to return the favor?”

“Mmm, please.”

Amber swung her leg over Beth’s head, lowering her panty clad pussy. Beth eased the pink thong to the side and raised her mouth to her best friend’s sex.

A lesbian threesome and my Beth was right in the middle of it. I was up again, hard and ready for more action.

Instead, all I could do was watch—which for a guy nicknamed Mr. Voyeur wasn’t entirely a bad thing.

The women made love like art come alive. Their smooth, elegant bodies complimented one another as they shifted and writhed. Amber leaned down, meeting Casey for a kiss before completing the sixty-nine with Beth. Casey didn’t relent with the glassy dildo, driving it into Beth in time with Amber’s licks.

Beth dropped her head to the mattress, lips glistening with Amber’s juices, nostrils flaring. I knew that look; she was riding the precipice of her orgasm. I’d seen it so many times before—the tightness around her eyes, the concentration gathered in her face—just never when she was with someone else.

I struggled with the restraints, but they held secure. I wanted to join her. Be with her. Kiss her mouth as Casey and Amber rocked her world.

Instead, I watched.

Her moans came deep and heavy. She gripped the sheets. Amber’s tongue flicked and flapped across her clit. Casey dipped the dildo in again and again, angling the rigid grooves across her g-spot.

“Oh...oh—fuck me!” Beth’s body tightened, surging off the bed. Casey shifted, and Beth’s body seized. “What are you—AH!”

The glass dildo was still lodged inside Beth’s pussy, but Casey’s tongue had drifted lower. My eyes shot wide. She was tonguing Beth’s anus.

“Oh—fuck! Ohfuck!” Beth went crazy, writhing at the unfamiliar sensation. Her hips came off the mattress, her legs hooked over Casey’s shoulders.

“You like that?” Amber asked, an edge of dominance in her voice that hadn’t been there a moment ago. “You naughty slut you, liking your ass licked.”

Amber shifted off of Beth, pulling a bottle of lube from the nightstand and handing it to Casey.

“We’re just getting you ready for your ultimate fantasy, sweetheart. And I think these two gentlemen are nearly ready, too.”

Casey eased the dildo out of Beth’s cunt and smeared the lube up and down its glassy surface. I knew what came next, yet wasn’t going to believe it until I saw it. “Just relax,” she told Beth as she set the tip against Beth’s asshole. “You’ve done this before, right?”

“Mmm hmm…” Beth groaned as Casey applied pressure to the dildo. “But fuck, that feels huge.”

“Shh, shh. Relax, Beth. Relax…”

Slowly, the glass sank into my wife’s butt. Beth gasped at each ridge, her asshole getting used to the fake cock as it grew wider at the base, writhing up and away. Casey didn’t let her get too far, holding her hips down as she drove it in, slowly but firmly.

Amber appeared before me, blocking my view of Beth’s anal probing. She’d stripped out of her bra and thong, leaving on her garter belt and stockings to frame her clean shaven mound. “Ready for your wife to get thoroughly, relentlessly fucked?”

I didn’t know how to answer that, other than to nod. Amber laughed. “Why don’t I check?”

She turned, presenting her glorious ass to me, and sat down in my lap. Deftly, she positioned my cock against her pussy and enveloped me.

Amber moaned. “Mmm, yeah. That feels nice and hard.” She looked across the bed at her husband, who was now watching the two of us, not the sight on the bed. “You like how that looks, Pauly? You like Jason’s cock stretching me out?”

Paul just grunted, but his erection twitched lewdly in his lap as he did.

Amber went on, relentless. “I’m not sure I’m going to be able to give this up, Paul. Maybe I’ll need to come out here to get my fill, if Beth’ll let me.”

“God, that’s so hot.” Beth moaned. She was also watching me and Amber, her eyelids heavy with desire. “Come over whenever you want, Amb. You know you’re always welcome.”

I was barely part of this equation, even though I was the one getting fucked. I was the object: the conversation was all about Amber, Paul, and Beth.

Amber reached between us, fondling her clit as she rode me. “Or maybe I’ll just have to find my own boy-toy to play with.”

Paul pulled at his restraints, but they held secure. He settled on grinding his teeth.

“Next time I meet a guy like Andrew, I’m not going to turn him down. I’m going to let him wine me, dine me, and then take me back to his place and let him have his way with me. How do you like the sound of that?”

“You’re such a slut.”

“You wouldn’t want it any other way, baby.” She looked at the bed, where Casey had found a rhythm fucking Beth’s ass and tonguing her clit. “But seriously, Beth’s the slut here. She’s the one having anal sex.”

I gasped, coming so close to losing it. Amber twisted around, kissing me on the mouth. “Feels like you’re physically ready, but now it’s your turn to squirm.”

She stood, leaving me wet and exposed, and crossed around the bed, trailing her hand along Casey’s backside. Paul grinned as she approached, knowing he was about to be given his freedom.

Amber knelt down next to him, going to work on the ties around his wrists. “You’ve been such a good boy, but I want to be honest with you, baby. Last night, when Jason fucked me, he reminded me of what a real man can do with a cock.”

I saw Paul’s jaw tighten at the taunt. Amber freed his arm, and immediately he grabbed her by her long, blonde mane. I tensed, worried that she’d pushed him too far. Amber cried out, but it wasn’t one of pain or fear.

“Maybe I need to remind you of what nine inches can feel like.”

“I have a better idea. Why don’t you show Beth?”

Paul stripped out of his clothes like a man possessed. I’d never seen a bull paw the ground and charge, but I got the feeling it probably looked a hell of a lot like this. I’m not into guys, but even I had to admit that naked, Paul was one hell of a male specimen. Broad shoulders, thick arms, toned upper body, and an actual six-pack—the guy was the perfect match for a chick as hot as Amber, which made him intimidating now that I thought about him with Beth.