by Lexi Archer
"What would you say to a quick dip in the pool?" Sarah asked, pulling Kylie's attention away from me.
Kylie didn't have much chance to respond. One moment they were on the lounge chair breathing heavily, the next she was being pulled into the pool. I leaned back on my lounge chair and thought over everything that had happened as the girls splashed around naked in the pool.
This proved two things to me. The first was that I'd absolutely been fucking right about the two of them having the hots for each other. Watching her with another woman had been intense. Apparently this fantasy didn't see a difference between the gender of who my woman was getting with as long as she was getting with someone.
Of course the other surprising thing was that I was getting turned on by watching Kylie almost as much as I was getting turned on by watching Sarah. The whole point of this fantasy was a sense of possessive jealousy, and I realized that sense of possessive jealousy, that feeling of watching my girl getting it on with someone else, had somehow extended to Kylie as well.
The second thing I'd proved was how far they'd go in the name of the dare game. It seemed like the dare game wasn't about actual dares so much as it was about getting people to do things they wanted to, but might never do without a little push.
I glanced down at my watch and was surprised to realize the whole thing had only taken about a half hour. It seemed like that moment of magic watching Sarah with her old friend had gone on forever.
Hell, I wanted it to go on forever. I wanted to be able to see this whenever I could. I'd almost be willing to move to this podunk shithole if it meant I got to have these two angels with me!
Of course there was still Eric to contend with. I didn't know what to make of him. He seemed like a nice enough guy, but it also seemed like he had it out for my fiancée. Only I liked my fiancée with other men, and after tonight it seemed like the whole fiancée thing might be up in the air anyway.
I just didn't know. I was so fucking confused.
The only thing I did know was I loved watching Sarah with other people, and apparently now I also loved watching Kylie with other people.
25
Todd
I sat on a couch in Kylie’s basement, a massive room that looked out on the beach, and basked in the afterglow of all the crazy things that’d happened tonight. The girls were upstairs showering and getting into their pajamas after that dip in the pool and all the vigorous activities they’d been up to while in the pool.
Hands landed on my shoulder. I closed my eyes and sighed. Oh yeah. That was the stuff. That was exactly what I needed after all the craziness that had happened tonight.
Sure I was a little disappointed that the craziness hadn't gone quite as far as maybe seeing Sarah with Eric, I was still conflicted about that, but I couldn't have everything.
"What are you thinking about stud?" A quiet voice asked.
I opened my eyes. Turned to look over my shoulder. Saw none other than Kylie staring down at me with one hell of a huge grin on her face.
"Surprised?" she asked.
I grinned right back at her.
"Honestly? Not as as surprised as you might think considering everything that's happened today."
"I thought you might say something like that," another voice said from over by the stairs.
I turned to my fiancée and smiled. Her and Kylie were both incredible. They were both wearing tight pajamas they must've grabbed from Kylie’s room, and I got the feeling I was a lucky third wheel on an old school sleepover.
"Damn," I said. "I feel like I'm overdressed."
"Maybe you are," Kylie said.
I looked to Sarah. For all that this was every man's fantasy, and for all that she'd done a hell of a lot more, there was also a part of me that wondered if this was really a good idea. That part of me still felt like I needed to get permission even though lines were getting blurred and I felt like we might be slipping apart slowly but surely.
“Are you sure?" I asked.
She bit her lip. Nodded.
"There's a part of me I've been keeping down for years now," she said. "I missed that part of me, and I think this is a part of me that I need to let out from time to time. Is that going to be a problem?"
There was something about the way she asked that question that had my cock throbbing. That had me wondering what kind of man in his right mind would ever give up something amazing like this. My fiancée was basically telling me she wanted permission to go out with other people, and I was rock hard thinking that I was the luckiest bastard in the world!
Only I wondered if she was gong to give that to me, or to Eric?
“Are you sure that offer is for me?” I asked.
She bit her lip again. Sighed. “Eric isn't here, is he?”
“I'm not sure about that,” I said. “This is hot, but is there any us if you're only with me because Eric doesn't want you?”
Blunt, but it needed to be said. Sarah blinked like she'd been slapped.
“I…”
The sound of a chime running through the house interrupted whatever she was about to say. I looked to Kylie.
"I take it that's not the pizza guy?" I asked.
“I didn't order a pizza," Kylie said. "In fact I was thinking of having some dessert."
She glanced between me and Sarah, and the predatory nature of that glance left no doubt in my mind exactly what she was thinking about enjoying for dessert. And that had my cock twitching in my pants all over again.
The doorbell rang again. Maybe it was my imagination, but it felt more insistent.
"Someone really wants to get in," I said.
"Do you think?" Sarah asked, glancing at the door and looking like she’d really like it if someone out there wanted to get in.
I think that, more than anything, told me everything I needed to know about where her feelings were going tonight.
"I don't think," Kylie said, looking at her phone. "I know!"
"Did he text you or something?" I asked.
"Eric has your phone number?" Sarah asked, a hint of accusation with a dash of jealousy coming to her voice.
"Nothing like that you idiots," she said. "I'm checking the camera we have mounted on the doorbell."
"Oh," I said, feeling like an idiot. "Of course you were."
"Of course I was," she said, sending it right back at me with a mocking tone as she looked between the two of us and rolled her eyes.
She held her phone up so we could both see what she saw. It was a bigger screen, and so I had no problem making out a muscular guy standing at the front door peering into the doorbell.
"He came," Sarah said, again sounding way more interested than she probably should’ve for a guy who wasn’t her fiancee. "He really came."
I tried to ignore the desire that was obvious in her voice as she said that. I tried to ignore it, but it was pretty impossible.
Besides. That desire was only adding to the experience. It was so hot listening to her getting all hot and bothered like that and knowing it was another man, not yours truly, that was causing her to get so hot and bothered.
"Yes he came,” Kylie said. "And I think he's going to come again when he sees you answer the door like that."
"Me?" Sarah shrieked. "This is your house!"
"And you're the woman he's been fantasizing about his entire life," Kylie said, as though it made perfect sense. “You’re the one he came out here to see. So if anyone is going to answer that door and give him the surprise of his life it's going to be you little lady!"
Sarah sighed. And from the way she licked her lips and then bit her lip she knew she was going to do this.
I got a thrill thinking about her giving this guy the thrill of a lifetime. I got even more of a thrill watching my beautiful fiancée turning around. Watching her ass moving in that impossibly tight set of pajama bottoms. I fucking loved watching her moving up the stairs and out of sight.
"Well come on," Kylie said.
"What are we doing?" I as
ked.
"We’re watching her giving him the thrill of a lifetime. Weren’t you paying attention?”
She looked at me like I was the biggest fucking idiot in the world for not realizing that's what we were doing. And maybe I was an idiot for not realizing it, but there was something about the hypnotic sway of my fiancée’s ass in those bottoms that had me not exactly thinking straight.
Kylie took me by the hand and made it so I didn't have to think all that much about what we were doing. She pulled me along up the stairs.
I heard the distinct sound of a door opening up above as we headed up the basement stairs. I even thought I heard a slight gasp from Eric. Though I couldn't be entirely sure about that.
"Oh yeah," Kylie said. "It's getting really fucking interesting up there!"
She was barely speaking above a whisper. Clearly she didn't want them to know we were up here spying on them.
She pulled me up to a corner and put her finger to her lips. I figured I’d do whatever the hell she wanted right about then.
"What do you think is happening?" I asked.
She paused. Looked around the corner. Turned back to me and grinned. Then her hand moved down to my cock and started to explore the contours of my hard member.
"That good, huh?” I asked.
"You have no fucking idea!" she said.
I risked peering around the edge. I figured if something interesting really was happening by the front door then they’d be so preoccupied with what they were doing to each other that they wouldn't notice me and Kylie looking at them. At least I hoped they wouldn't notice us.
Though when I saw what they were doing I gasped. Damn!
"Told you," Kylie said.
Eric had my fiancée pressed up against the door. Which couldn't be entirely comfortable considering she was wearing practically nothing in those thin pajamas, but from the way she was moaning and gasping as he pressed his cock into her she didn't seem to mind.
"Holy fucking shit,” I said.
Kylie looked up at me. Grinned. She also gave my cock another squeeze which certainly had my attention!
“This really turns you on that much?" she asked.
I licked my lips. There really was only one answer. Especially considering what she was feeling between my legs. There was no denying this strange desire at this point.
"Yeah," I finally managed to gasp out.
"I knew this turned you on from the first time I saw you staring at Sarah while she was talking with Eric. You're just as crazy and wild as she is. You know that, right?"
"Maybe I am," I said.
I wasn't sure what to think about Sarah over there and what she was doing with Eric. She looked like she was really enjoying herself. Like enjoying it way more than she ever enjoyed getting with me.
And while it was a turn on, while the guilt and the shame was mixing together to create one hell of an amazing cocktail that fueled my lust, there was also a part of me that very much worried that we’d gone too far. That maybe we were playing with fire and about to get burned.
Or maybe we were already burned, and now we were just enjoying the heat before it started really doing some damage. Though at that point I was really torturing the metaphor.
I also thought about how frustrated I'd been lately. How I'd tried to initiate with her and she hadn't been all that interested and always made excuses. Sure she’d been all hot and bothered as soon as she agreed to go to the reunion, but I recognized that for what it was.
She’d been all hot and bothered thinking about meeting Eric again, and she’d been taking that sexual energy and pouring it into our bed instead.
"What are you thinking?" Kylie asked. "Because you look like you're dealing with some serious shit.”
"Maybe I am dealing with some serious shit,” I said, surprised at my honesty. But was something about Kylie that encouraged me to be honest.
"Are you worried that maybe Sarah is a little too into this?" she asked.
"Yes," I said.
"And that turns you on like nothing else, doesn't it?"
"Yes it does," I said, my voice hoarse.
Then Kylie really surprised me by leaning up and kissing me. She nuzzled me, and her hand reached down and pulled my cock out. She ran her hand up and down its length.
She knew exactly what the fuck she was doing when she was jerking off a cock. Like I'm talking I'd only ever gotten better handjobs from myself, and I had quite a bit of experience in what to do with my dick thank you very much.
"Let it turn you on," she said. "I know how hot you get when you're with Sarah."
"I just wish she got that hot with me," I growled.
That got Kylie to slow how she worked my cock.
"She doesn't get hot when she's with you?" she asked, sounding genuinely shocked.
"It's nothing," I said.
"Obviously it's something if you're bringing it up now," she said. “Trouble in paradise?"
“Her new paradise is her with someone that isn't me," I said, surprising myself by finally saying it out loud instead of beating around the bush.
"Or maybe your paradise is being with somebody who can appreciate you while also being the wild woman you obviously desire. Did you ever think of that?" Kylie asked.
I looked at her. My eyebrows shot up in surprise.
"Why Kylie," I said. "I think you're trying to seduce me!"
“Would that be so bad?" she asked.
26
Todd
A slam from over by the front door brought me out of whatever it was that was going on with me and Kylie. For a moment, at least.
Eric and my future wife, I still thought of her as my future wife even though the thoughts running through my head were starting to make me wonder if that was actually the case, had slammed the door shut. Not that it had stopped their making out.
No, they were still joined together at the mouth. His hands were roaming all over her, and at some point while I was having that conversation with Kylie she'd managed to get his shirt off revealing his muscled body.
They sighed as they melted into each other. She pressed against his half naked body. His hands moved down between her legs. And from the way she was gasping, moaning, and letting out the occasional contented sigh she was enjoying the fuck out of whatever the fuck he was doing down there.
Then they moved over to a sitting room next to the front door. A wide and fluffy couch that looked like the kind of thing that had never actually seen any use before waited for them. Though from the way he threw my future wife down on that couch I got the feeling it was going to be getting all the use that it’d been missing out on all this time and then some!
And I couldn't take it any longer. This was driving me wild. I reached down and pulled at Kylie's pajama tank top. Ripped the thing right down the middle.
"Damn," Kylie gasped. "What the hell got into you?"
"I'm starting to think maybe you're right," I growled.
I picked her up and pressed her against the wall. Reached down and undid the tie on her bottoms. Yanked them down. Exposed her pussy to me. She'd already got my cock out, so it's not like I had to worry about anything there.
And then I was pressing against her as over in that sitting room Eric was doing the same thing to my fiancée. Though as I watched them I wasn't sure how much longer she was going to be at my fiancée.
"Oh God," Kylie gasped as I pressed against her. And then she put a hand against her lips.
I glanced into the sitting room where I still had that wonderful view of everything that was happening to Sarah. They were so busy with each other that they weren't even looking over towards us.
Yeah, she was completely and totally lost in lust. In a way she'd never been completely and totally lost in lust with me before. That should've told me something right fucking there!
So I slid inside Kylie. And I had to pause. I was afraid I was going to come. So I held myself buried inside her and enjoyed the feel of her body while also trying my b
est to think of anything but how great she felt considering what was about to happen.
"What are they doing?" she gasped.
"He's about to fuck her,” I said.
"Just like years ago," Kylie said.
"You're really going to have to tell me that whole story someday," I said.
"Fuck me like you mean it and we’ll see," Kylie said, looking up at me with a devilish grin that was so fucking sexy.
I leaned in and kissed her. It was an intense kiss. It was a passionate kiss. It was a kiss that had all the heat, intensity, and lust that’d been missing from kisses with Sarah. At least that lust had been there for me, but not for her.
It was enough to make me wonder if maybe a part of the reason I was so into this fantasy of watching her with another guy was that she completely lost control when she got with this other guy in a way she'd never lost control with me. There was a part of me that was into the idea of Sarah finally letting loose rather than acting like sex was something that was fun, but more obligatory than anything with me. Because she definitely wasn't acting like that with Eric. There was definitely something more to what was happening between them.
"Fuck you feel so good," I hissed.
I slammed into Kylie. And then I completely lost it. I was frenzied. All the sexual tension from everything that’d happened tonight finally got the best of me, and I was slamming into Kylie again and again, my arms against the wall as I pinned her there.
Our mouths came together, and I felt that lust I'd been looking for. Only it came from my future wife's best friend from school and not from my future wife.
I didn't care. I had my cock in an insanely hot woman, and I was pressing into her over and over again. She was gasping and screaming and making the kinds of noises I'd always hope to hear from Sarah, but maybe I wasn't going to hear them from her.
Then again, maybe I was. Because Sarah was gasping and moaning, but she wasn't gasping and moaning for me. No, that was all for Eric.
"Oh fuck,” Kylie said. "So good.