by R. C. Curtis
“I think I’d like to figure it out on my own,” said Sam. He tightened his fingers on her nipple. Kelly closed her eyes and bit her lip.
“Suit yourself. You won’t be disappointed,”
Sam’s interest was piqued. He cupped both of Kelly’s breasts. “You like this don’t you girl?” he asked her. Kelly didn’t need to answer.
“I can’t see,” said Louis. Sam moved around behind Kelly and cupped her breasts again, hefting them slightly and letting them drop, massaging them. Kelly glanced at me.
“Just keep doing that,” said Louis. Kelly’s nipples were stiffening quickly under Sam’s attention. He coolly slapped the outside of one breast.
“No need to be gentle,” said Louis. “She can take it.”
“Can she?” said Sam. He reached around and gave Kelly a hard glancing slap on the front of her breast, sliding off her nipple. Kelly cried out, and bent a little at the waist.
“Delicious,” said Sam. “Bitch needs a little rough handling.”
I was a little alarmed, but Kelly seemed fine. She looked down now, as Sam handled her breasts. He bent over, and lifted her breast then sucked the nipple into his mouth. Kelly didn’t move.
He moved to her side, and sucked on one nipple as he started to play with her other breast with his hand. Kelly whimpered a little, shifting her weight. The rest of us watched. Shyrece seemed mostly amused, but the rest of us were clearly feeling something a little more primal.
“Why don’t you take your dress off?” he said to Shyrece.
She smiled, and slipped it off her shoulders, then shrugged it down to her waist. Like Kelly, Shyrece didn’t seem to believe in bras. She had wonderful breasts, and beautiful legs as you could see as she stepped out of the dress. But the prize, clearly, was her ass. She had a fine round full ass, beautifully split by a lacy black thong.
“Damn,” said Louis. “You look so fine I should fuck you instead.”
Shyrece laughed. “Why fuck me when you’re got that pretty little white girl right there?”
“I know,” said Louis. “But you are always so tempting.”
“Fuck me next time,” said Shyrece.
“Oh I will,” said Louis. Kelly, watching Shyrece through lidded eyes, whimpered, as Sam continued to play with her breasts.
“I brought you here for this guy, anyway,” said Louis, pointing to me.
Me?
Louis grinned. “I promised you a surprise, didn’t I?”
“You did.”
“And are you surprised?”
“Yes.”
I didn’t know what to say. Kelly did. She was in a sexual haze, as Sam sucked on her breast, but she looked over his shoulder at Louis. “He doesn’t fuck other girls,”
“No?” said Louis.
Kelly shook her head, then threw it back as Sam caught her nipple lightly between his teeth.
“Hardly seems fair,” said Louis. “You getting all the fun and he doesn’t get anything”
Kelly was on the spot. “It’s how we work,” she said. She seemed to have trouble concentrating on her words though.
“How about tonight, though?” said Louis. “You’re here, he’s not going behind your back. Can he have a pass tonight?”
Kelly whimpered. Sam’s efforts on her nipples were clearly having an effect. “A dispensation?” said Kelly. She closed her eyes again. Sam suckled earnestly on her nipple. Kelly shivered. She was silent a long moment.
“OK,” she said. “He can have a blowjob. But he can’t fuck her.”
“Well there you go,” said Louis. “Shyrece sucks a mean cock. You’re in luck.”
I wasn’t so sure. Not that she sucks a mean cock, but that I was in luck. Everything just smelled like trouble to me.
“You got a jealous girl,” said Louis to me. “Looks like she loves you though, so that’s good.”
Shyrece moved next to me, sitting on one of the kitchenette chairs. “Hi baby,” she said.
I smiled. This would be awkward.
“Hi,” I said.
“You doing OK?” she asked.
Kelly was crying out continuously, little soft mewling as Sam fed on her breasts. She braced herself with one arm on the dresser. She wouldn’t last long now.
“I’m good,” I said.
“No pressure,” Shyrece said. “I’m here to play, but no hurry. Let me know when you want me.”
“I will,” I told her.
Kelly cried out now, clenching her thighs together and shuddering. She bucked against nothing, her body jerking, clinging to the dresser. Sam released her breasts, and stepped back, and we all watched Kelly orgasm standing, fully displayed. She shuddered, eye’s half open, and gasped with each convulsion.
She came harder than usual, and her knees buckled a little, but she still hung on. She hugged the dresser with both arms, lowering her head, breathing deep.
Sam grabbed her. Kelly’s head swung around, and he dragged her, still quivering with orgasmic aftershocks, and threw her onto the bed. She landed on her back, arms outstretched. Sam moved between her open thighs and slipped his cock into her helpless pussy. He drove all the way into her with a single thrust, and Kelly cried out, biting the back of her hand. He thrust into her again, and quickly settled into a deep rhythmic stroke inside her body. Kelly’s hips rose to meet each thrust.
“I understand her,” said Shyrece.
“How’s that?” I responded.
“The jealousy thing.”
Sam flipped Kelly over and pulled her up on her knees, her face on the mattress. He pushed his cock into her upraised pussy, and started fucking her from behind. Kelly’s fingers tightened on the sheet.
“How so?”
“I fuck a lot,” said Shyrece. “But if my boyfriend fucked anybody else he’d be out the door. I won’t have that.”
“He’s OK with you though?”
“Has to be. A girl’s gotta work.” She smiled. “Got to provide for the family.”
“You have kids.”
“Just one,” she answered. “Trynna. She’s two.”
“Congratulations,” I said. “That’s really sweet.”
“Thank you,” said Shyrece.
Sam was hitting something good in Kelly. She was making little jerky motions. I don’t know if she came or not, but she was obviously in a euphoric state. Might have been the coke, might have been the cock splitting her thighs apart, but whatever it was she was in a good state. She whimpered and moaned mindlessly as he fucked her.
Sam took a break and Louis took over. I found it interesting that they took turns, but didn’t both do anything to her at the same time.
Sam, Shyrece and I did some more coke. I shouldn’t have, but I was starting to feel pretty good. Horny too. My cock was sticking out in obvious need. What the fuck, I wasn’t even going to try and hide it anymore.
“Need any help with that?” asked Shyrece.
“Still good,” I told her.
Louis fucked Kelly, then stopped and did some coke. He brought some on a plate to Kelly, which she did while Sam fucked her from behind. I didn’t feel good about her doing coke. Hypocritical, I know. I’d done it. I didn’t want her to do it.
Plus it was making me horny as hell. I’d watched Kelly fuck before, but I was just about to come in my pants. I needed a break.
I went out on the balcony. I looked out at the night sky. The lights, the sound of the waves on the shore. The sound of Kelly fucking. Everything was pretty sweet.
Shyrece came out and joined me, closing the sliding glass door behind her. She had firm breasts, with dark, dark nipples. She only wore heels, but she moved in them like a gazelle, like she was born to them. Made a bit of a contrast with Kelly’s struggle with four inch heels earlier that afternoon.
“Beautiful night,” said Shyrece.
“It is,” I said. I could see Kelly fucking through the plate glass windows.
“You like watching her fuck?” asked Shyrece
“I do. But it’
s driving me crazy.”
“What do you mean?”
I felt lucky to be even talking to a woman as pretty as Shyrece. “I need to come really bad.”
She reached down and held my cock, squeezing it gently. “I can help,”
Her touch was electric. My cock surged.
“I don’t know,” I said.
“She said it was OK. Kelly doesn’t mind.”
“She says she doesn’t mind.” I had my doubts.
Shyrece unzipped my pants, and reached inside. “He feels good,” she said.
I made no move to stop her. She slowly sank to her knees, and brought my cock out into the night air. “You have a beautiful cock,” she said.
“Thank you.”
And then she took my cock into her mouth.
Maybe I shouldn’t have done it, I don’t know. I just know that it felt wonderful. All my frustration and jealousy melted away into the warm and softly sucking mouth of Shyrece. She sucked me and I leaned back against the balcony in the tropical night air, watching Kelly fuck, in near perfect silence. Louis took Sam’s place. I saw them talking, but I couldn’t hear them anymore. I just heard distant traffic, the waves below, and Shyrece’s soft, urging mouth wet on my cock.
Louis entered Kelly. I had a good view. I could see him fucking her, only thrusting part way. Kelly lay on her back. She looked like she was saying something, and it looked like Louis was saying something too. He slapped her, and drove deep into her, his full length. He was not kind. He fucked her hard, with deep crashing strokes that jarred her whole body.
Someone on a balcony below put on some music. I watched Kelly thrust back against Louis, the two of them battering each other, with their bellies. It seemed like slow motion to me, time standing still, my cock bathed in pleasure. Distantly I saw Kelly put her arms around Louis’ neck, and arch up into him. Louis gored her deep, then held her there, spitted on his cock. He froze, then spasmed. Time stretched out to infinity as he injected vast pulses of hot cum into her womb.
Kelly pulled him close, arching her back, her legs in the air. I saw her head go back, infinitely slow, and her mouth open. Her thighs started to quiver. Then her legs shook and she curled up into him, her face burying itself in his neck as completely as he buried his cock through the center of her orgasm. They locked together, both of them convulsing, their minds blank, riding great ripples of ecstasy, as their bodies feasted on the pleasure they had created inside each other.
One body black, older, stronger. The other body white, young, conquered. They merged in perfect union.
I rested my hands on the balcony railing. I looked at the two lovers entwined, then I leaned back and looked up at the stars, and let my love for Kelly suddenly explode into the sweet nirvana of Shyrece’s mouth.
Kelly’s Lost Weekend
Life veered in some odd directions after Kelly and I got married. I needed to break out of doing nothing but manual labor, so I contacted Jerry, an old buddy from my Hawaii days who was working in Pennsylvania. We had kept in touch, so it wasn’t a big deal to see what the opportunities were in the area, and he tipped me off about a lithography job in a mid-sized print shop. Not a great job, but there was room to grow in the company, and it had a couple of satellite companies in neighboring states.
He knew the owner, and put me in touch with him and gave me a recommendation and I got a job offer, and before long Kelly and I had moved to Pennsylvania.
The work was steady, and paid well, and it solved our immediate cash problems. The owner’s name was Dwane. He was an occasionally abrasive and hard driving high achiever. He came from New York, and still carried a bit of an accent. He was tall, easily half a head taller than the average guy, and was a sports fanatic. Watching, playing, he loved everything. He was also black.
Now, Kelly and I grew up in some of the most racially mixed neighborhoods in the country, so we were always comfortable in racially diverse social situations. Plus, back in her younger days, Kelly had developed a liking for black guys in particular. But we had put all that behind us. After we married, Kelly determined that she had sown whatever wild oats she had needed to sow, and she was ready to settle down and be the dutiful wife.
She had a few little incidents that first year or two after our wedding, but she seemed to have largely gotten over any need for inappropriate male attention.
She was still a flirt though, and the first few times she met Dwane she had all the charm turned on. But she very quickly took a dislike to him, calling him, privately, “an arrogant asshole.” She wasn’t wrong, I mean, the guy had a lot of great qualities, but he could be crude and crass, especially where women were concerned. It wasn’t like Kelly to take such a strong dislike without reason. He’d try to flirt with her on the occasions when they ran into each other, which wasn’t often because he had other interests to look out for as well.
I had been there maybe six months when I got a phone call from Jerry. We talked briefly, and then he said he had maybe made a mistake. He had been out drinking the night before with Dwane, and they had gotten pretty wasted, and the conversation eventually wandered around to me.
“He said you were working out great,” said Jerry. “And then he mentioned your wife.”
“Kelly?”
“Yes. He started talking about how hot she was, and I kind of let it slip about how wild she was back on the island.”
“Oh.” I didn’t think I’d get fired or anything for stuff Kelly and I had done in the past, but I wanted to be careful. “Like, what kind of stuff did you tell him about?”
Jerry took a breath. “Just about a couple of the guys I knew she fooled around with when you were dating, and that one threesome.”
I listened. “Well, you know we were pretty young and wild back in those days. Especially Kelly Things are different now.”
“I just hope I didn’t fuck anything up for you,” said Jerry. “I was out of line. I’ll do better next time.”
“No harm done, I think. I don’t see Dwane as the kind of guy who would hold this against anyone.”
“I don’t think so either, but I wanted to give you a heads up. Say ‘hi’ to you pretty wife for me”
“Will do Jerry.”
I hung up the phone. I decided not to say anything to Kelly about it, so she wouldn’t feel embarrassed next time she met Dwane. Other than that, it was pretty much forgotten.
Two weeks later, Dwane dropped by. He sought me out, and we went to lunch. I was a little wary about what he might bring up, but he seemed casual enough. He didn’t take long to get to the meat of what he wanted to say.
“Rick,” he said. “We’ve got a managerial position we are advertising for in the Hartford Plant.” He leaned back in his chair. “I’d like you to apply for that.”
I felt flattered. “You think I’m ready? That’s a big step.”
“You have the brains. You can deal with people. Everything else is just training.”
I assured him I’d be happy to. The rest of the lunch was uneventful, but right at the end he broached a new topic.
“How’s your pretty wife doing?”
I smiled. Everyone when they talk about Kelly as my wife refer to her as my ‘pretty wife.’ I never get tired of hearing it.
“She’s good, thank you.”
“She getting a little bored out here in the hinterlands?”
“Not yet, she likes the state a lot. She’s keeping out of trouble.”
He smiled. “Not like Hawaii, then?”
Ah. Here it was. “Well, we were younger and those were wild times.”
“I bet they were. I’ve heard some stories.”
I nodded. “Probably exaggerated, but some elements of truth I am sure.” I wasn’t about to call Jerry a liar.
“True enough,” said Dwane. “But you’ve got one helluva pretty wife there. I’d love to show her around town a bit, show her where some of the lively spots are.”
“That’s kind of you,” I answered.
“No
big deal,” said Dwane. “She’s a long way from her home. Be nice for her to get out and see a few things. How about next time I swing by, we put this together?”
Was he asking me to arrange a date for him with my wife?
“Sound good?” he continued. “You can keep the home fires burning until I bring her back again.”
I hesitated. Kelly would hate this. No, Kelly would hate hate hate hate this. “I can’t really speak for her, but I’ll pass it along.”
“Good man. You let her know. And get your application in for the Hartford job. You’ve got a great shot at it.” He smiled. “I’ve got an inside track with the boss there.”
He had done it smoothly. He hadn’t told me explicitly that my getting the job depended on Kelly going out with him, but it was right there, between the lines.
Kelly didn’t care.
I told her about it that night and she was not impressed.
“Fuck no.” she said. “No fucking way.”
She stopped, her face annoyed. “And fuck Jerry.”
I nodded. “Where does he get off telling people my business?” she said. “Fuck him.”
I let her calm a little. “It does pay off, though.”
She could see that. “Yes, the manager’s job is a nice one. But can you trust him to give it to you afterwards?”
“I don’t know. I think so.”
“You want me to do this?”
“It’s good career move.”
Kelly thought about it. “So, a date? Where is he going to take me?”