by Vivian Ward
“Yes, please,” my voice is still shaky.
I’m glad it’s a weekday, and his neighbors aren’t home because as loud as he made me moan, they might have called the police.
He returns with my bottled water just as I’m slipping my flats back on and collecting my purse and phone.
“When can I see you again?” he asks, opening my water for me before he hands it to me.
“I don’t know. We’ve talked about it before, and we both decided that we’d only like to do this sort of thing about once or twice a month.”
I take a long gulp of the cold water, and it feels refreshing. I hadn’t realized how dry my mouth was until I started drinking the water and now I can’t stop. Downing half the bottle, I wipe my mouth and smile.
“Sorry, I was thirsty,” I explain.
He grins and waves his hand like it’s nothing.
“What would it take to get to see you more?” he asks.
I’m caught off guard by his question.
“What? What do you mean?”
“Cathy, I can’t lie. I need more of that in my life,” he says, pointing toward the bed. “Women like you almost never come around, and the ones that do aren’t ever this good in bed.”
This is my chance. I’ve got him right where I want him. I can see it in his eyes.
“Well,” I say, tucking a few stray strands of hair behind my ear. “Brett might be willing to let me see you more often if we include him in some of this.”
Scott can tell exactly where I’m going with this. He sees the writing on the wall, but I don’t care. This type of lifestyle is sexually empowering and has given me more confidence than it has any right to, and I’m going to own that shit.
He smiles and drops his head, rubbing his eyes.
“Okay, so we have some threesomes, and by doing that, I get to have more one-on-one time with you? Is that what you’re saying?”
“Something like that,” I smile at him. “Look, all we’ve wanted is a threesome. Lots of them, actually, but it seems like all the guys we talk to either flake out, or they just want me to themselves.”
“I got it,” he says, nodding. “I never said I was against having a threesome with the two of you. In fact, I said don’t count me out, but because of the nature of my situation, I was hoping to have you alone more than we involve him.”
I start to open my mouth to speak, but he holds up his hand, stopping me.
“It’s selfish, I know, but it’s true. That’s one thing we’ve all talked about, is being honest with each other. I’m a firm believer in communicating whether it’s with my wife or on your end of things. I’m just trying to keep it real.”
“This morning was great,” I hug him. “Think it over. And just because I want to include him, it doesn’t necessarily mean you won’t still get me to yourself. There’s a great probability that you’ll get to have me all alone while he just watches.”
He releases me out of his arms and gives me one last kiss before I slip out the door.
“I’ll do that,” he agrees. “Will you try to see me again soon?”
“Maybe,” I wink at him. “Of course, I will. I thoroughly enjoyed myself this morning.”
Driving home to Brett, I send him a text letting him know I’m almost there as I gulp down the other half of my water. Something tells me that I’m going to need all of the hydration I can get before the day’s over.
Chapter 19
“Wow, babe,” I roll off of Brett as he recovers from his second orgasm. “How do you still have any energy left today?” he asks.
“Just do,” I grin ear to ear at him. “You’re not going to get any of the rest of your work done today, are you?”
I’ve only been back home for an hour and a half, and we’ve already had two rounds, and I can tell that we’re nowhere near done.
With the way things are, I could easily stay in bed making love to him all day, but I know we only have until the kids come home from school.
“I’ll get it done later,” he kisses the top of my head that’s resting on his chest. “I’m glad you had a good time this morning.”
I grin, looking up at him.
“It was a very good time.”
“Did he ask when he’ll see you again?”
I sit up and steal a drink of water from Brett’s cup that’s on his side of the bed.
“Actually,” I swallow the water. “He did ask me about that.”
“I figured he would,” Brett grins at me.
Not to toot my own horn, but I am pretty good in bed. I giggle as I snuggle back into his arms.
“Yeah, he did. He said he wants to see me more than once or twice a month, especially because of his circumstances,” I say, meaning his wife and her medical condition.
“What did you say to that?”
I detect concern in his voice. He might like to share me a little, but not all the time. We’ve talked about that plenty.
“I told him that you might be willing to give him more one-on-one time if he agreed to include you more.”
“What did he say to that?” his concern turns to amusement.
See, your wife is one smart cookie when it comes to working out deals. Isn’t she?
“I think he’s going to go for it. He wasn’t exactly enthused by it, obviously, but he seemed to be considering it. Hopefully, he takes me up on the offer.” I look over at my husband and can tell he’s thinking about something.
“I’m sorry, I hope you’re not mad. I just figured it’s a way for us to get what we want and still give him what he wants.”
Brett looks at me and gives a faint smile, still in deep thought.
“No, I’m not mad. It’s genius. I mean, as long as you don’t mind seeing him more often. All I want is for you to be happy, and if you don’t want to go over there all the time, you don’t have to. That’s not why we started doing this.”
I climb in his lap as he sits up, resting my head on his shoulder as the ceiling fan spins above us.
“I don’t think I’ll mind,” I say. “We had an excellent time today, and I wouldn’t mind more of him. Are you sure you’re not mad?”
I keep my eyes trained on the mini-blinds, afraid to look up at him.
“Cathy? You’re blackmailing him for threesomes,” he laughs. “It’s funny. You know? I never thought my wife would blackmail men into having a threesome so that she could finally get the double penetration that she’s always wanted.”
He’s laughing so hard that I can’t help but laugh with him. When you think of it in terms like that, it is funny.
“Hey! You’re the one who got me started on wanting a DP anyway! Before I met you, I was a good girl who didn’t watch porn or know any of those terms. Now you’ve gotten me so addicted to Tumblr and sex that it’s all I ever think about.”
It’s only partly true. I do think about other things besides sex, but he has gotten me completely addicted. We went from having sex a few times a week—which is very good, in my opinion—to having sex on a daily basis.
Sometimes Brett and I have sex a couple of times per day, and on the nights when he falls asleep or is too tired to go, I break out my favorite dildo and masturbate.
Once he’s out, I grab my phone and start cruising Tumblr or PornHub. It usually doesn’t take too long to get myself worked up before I’m reaching under the bed and sliding out my storage tote filled with toys.
“Yeah? I’ve never heard you complain,” he kisses my earlobe. “As a matter of fact, I think you like it. You don’t have any problems with me fucking your ass while you play with your toy so you can have a DP.”
I can’t even deny the fact that he’s right. We’ve done that so many times, probably too many times to count. It’s all part of our role play that we do when we fantasize about having a threesome.
“Let’s do it now, before the kids come home,” I leap out of his arms.
Leaning over the side of the bed digging out a toy to play with, Brett slaps my ass so h
ard that I bolt forward and almost fall off the edge.
“Whoa!” I yell and laugh. “That almost knocked me off the bed.”
“I know,” his palm caresses the hot area that he just smacked. “And it left such a nice handprint.”
The sadistic tone in his voice is a warning that I’m in over my head, which isn’t unusual when we role play. It awakens something deep inside him that’s so raw and primal.
I absolutely love it.
Grabbing my hips, he drags me to the end of the bed and takes my toy away from me.
“I’ll be in charge of this for a while,” he says.
His hands part my cheeks before he starts rimming me and it feels so good. As his tongue explores my ass, his fingers find the evidence of how much I’m enjoying it.
“Mmm,” he says, pleased. “Somebody likes this.”
Reaching for my toy, he slides it into my slick entrance and continues licking my booty.
“Ohhh,” I whimper as he works my toy in a rhythmic motion that only he’s capable of. “Please,” I hiss.
He’s relentless and doesn’t let up.
“Please what?” he teases, increasing his speed.
“Put it in me,” I beg.
Even though I can’t see him, I can hear him smile when he says, “With pleasure.”
When I hear him squirting lube into his hand, I take the toy from him and begin pleasuring myself.
Carefully, he guides himself into my rear and the stimulation from having both of my holes filled is overwhelming.
“You good?” he asks, slowly fucking my ass.
Even though I’ve grown accustomed to anal sex, he’s still very mindful which is why nobody else is ever allowed back there.
He shares every other part of me so that part is just for him, and he’s very careful which is another reason I won’t let anyone enter the backdoor.
“Yeah,” I say, still working my toy in and out of me. “I’m good.”
He grabs onto my ass cheeks with both of his hands and begins fucking me while I increase the speed of my toy. It feels so good that I can’t stop moaning and I know I won’t last much longer.
I never do.
“Oh fuck,” I cry out. “I’m almost there.”
Wanting him to fuck me harder, I push back against his cock to take more of him inside of me.
“Harder,” I beg him.
Palming my both cheeks, he does just that and picks up his speed and intensity, slamming it into my bottom. I do my best to match his movements with my dildo but lose all composure when he says, “Oh my God, babe! I can feel you fucking yourself with your toy.”
“Oh, fuck,” my hips buck harder against him and my toy. “Oh, God!”
My whole body begins shaking as I come and it’s easily one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had. It’s enough to make him reach his peak.
“Shit,” he whispers.
I can feel his legs trembling as he fucks me faster and within seconds, I can feel him coming inside of me.
Waiting for him to finish, I ease off of him as I pull my toy out at the same time. Everything feels like sensory overload as I try to remove both objects from my body, so I have to take it slow.
“Damn, babe,” I say to him, rolling onto my side. “I think we need a shower now.”
It’s been about a week and a half since I’ve talked to or seen Scott, so I decide to message him. When I sign into our email, I see an email from him sitting in the inbox that’s two days old.
Cathy and Brett,
I was thinking about doing a threesome with the two of you, and I thought maybe we could do it the next time we see each other. I know it’s what both of you want and I’m grateful that Brett’s willing to share you.
I’m even more honored that he lets me borrow you on my days off so I thought I’d repay him the favor. You’ll have to tell me when we can all get together and do it because I don’t know his schedule.
And Brett, I know Cathy says you read these emails, so I just want to say thank you. Your wife showed me an amazing time the last time that I was with her, and I appreciate the both of you.
Till next time,
—S.
Geez! I wasn’t expecting that! I figured he’d try to have me all to himself for as long as possible, but I’m glad he’s not.
“Brett! Come here for a minute.”
“I’m busy, babe. What do you need?” he asks.
“I want you to read this email and tell me what you think.”
He rolls his eyes as he scoots his office chair over by me.
“What loser emailed—,” he stops when he realizes I’m not on any of the dating sites where we have accounts.
“Oh, who’s this from?” he tilts his head as he begins reading.
“Scott,” I say.
His eyes scan back and forth across the screen as he reads the email before he gets the biggest shit-eating grin I’ve seen on his face in a long time.
“Cool!” he says.
“What? Are you in third grade? Cool?” I make fun of him.
“Hell yeah,” he smiles, pulling me into his lap. “I love you.”
I kiss him.
“I love you, too. What should I write back and say?”
His eyes roll up, and to the right as he thinks.
“Tell him that we can do it anytime he wants. Even next Monday, if he wants,” he can’t stop gloating.
“What about your work?” I ask.
“He’ll have to come over here, and I’ll just blame my absence on computer problems, or I’ll say we had an Internet outage. There’s nothing they can do about that, and it’s something that happens that I have no control over.”
I smile and laugh at him.
“You’re bad!” I poke his chest with my finger as we give each other Eskimo kisses.
“Want me to show you how bad I can be?”
“No!” I jump off his lap. “I’ve got to get dinner started, plus we’ve got the kids running around,” I protest.
“Like it’s ever stopped us before,” he teases.
“Be good, Brett!” I smile at him. “Okay, I’ll email him back and tell him that he has to come here and then I’ll get dinner started.”
Scott,
Hey! I was just sitting down to email you because I haven’t talked to you, but I saw that you beat me to it. Brett read your email (he says you’re welcome) and we’re so happy that you’re willing to do a threesome with us.
You’re right, it is what we’ve been wanting, and I would love for both of you to take me at one time. That would be so hot. If you’re free on your next day off (Monday), we can do it then, but you’d have to come here because Brett can’t miss much work but he could potentially *have an Internet outage* for a bit.