by R. C. Curtis
Kelly looked up at the ceiling and leaned back. She hugged her arms around herself, again, with the same unconscious enticing effect on her cleavage. “So,” she said slowly. “You promised not to fuck me. What about if I suck you off, or if you fuck my ass, or if I jerk you off all over my tits?”
Anthony shifted, probably to make room in his pants. He fiddled with his napkin. “She specifically said not to fuck your ass.” He looked embarrassed. “Other stuff was OK.”
I glanced over at Kelly.
“Wait,” she said, the cherubic voice fading now. “You guys discussed what you could do with me? Isn’t that a little presumptuous?”
“Yes. Yes it was,” said Anthony.
Kelly continued. “So, was other stuff explicitly allowed, or did she just forget to ban everything?”
“Explicitly allowed,” said Anthony. “But not expected, of course.” He made a hand gesture. “You, I, all of us, we have a history. But a lot has changed, and Sandra and I are just trying to find boundaries that work for us.
“Commendable,” I said.
“Thank you.”
Kelly nodded. “I’m a little offended, but I’ll live. I feel like I’m suddenly the evil temptress.”
Anthony shook his head. “Not what I intended to say. You aren’t evil at all.”
“Not a bit evil,” I inserted. “Although you are temptation itself.”
“Alright,” said Kelly. She moved her arm closest to Anthony, doing something under the table, apparently in his lap. “How about this, is this allowed?”
Anthony sat up straighter. “I don’t think that, in particular, was discussed.”
“Good,” said Kelly. She put her hands up under her chin and leaned on the table. “I hope you don’t expect me to remember all your rules.” She sighed. “I can barely remember my own.”
“Amen,” I said. Everyone laughed.
After Dinner
By the end of dinner an expected light rain was falling outside. We walked out to the valet, Kelly and I holding hands. Anthony followed us out. I let go of Kelly’s hand, turned and gave her a kiss, then went over and handed the stub to one of the valets. I turned back to Kelly, and got a surprise.
She and Anthony were kissing. Not a quick little friendly kiss, but a lingering sensual kiss. “Hey you two, get a room,” I said.
They broke the embrace, laughing.
“Did I miss something?” I asked.
Kelly giggled. “You kissed me and Anthony said ‘What’s a guy gotta do to get a decent kiss around here?’ so I gave him one.”
The valets eyed us curiously, but didn’t speak. “You couldn’t wait till we got home?” I said jokingly. “I mean, I’ve got a reputation to uphold and all.”
Kelly thought that was funny, so she kissed him again, and this time grabbed his ass.
“Alright girl,” I said. “You are going to get your sexy little ass in trouble if you keep that up.”
Kelly smiled, pleased.
They brought the car around. The valet held the door as Kelly eased her swollen belly into the car with surprising grace. Anthony climbed into the back seat. I think each of us flashed back to the moment a lifetime ago it seemed when Kelly sat on Anthony’s lap in the backseat and fucked him while I drove. I doubted it made Anthony’s forced celibacy any easier.
Me? I like watching Kelly fuck. If Anthony wanted to play I would have been fine with it. I know Kelly would have been willing, and probably eager. But with Sandra’s unease, I had no problem standing down. I mean, I’m still going to fuck Kelly tonight. If we have the chance to have even more fun, great. But it’s still going to be a fun night no matter what.
We got inside the door, and Kelly asked to be unzipped. That’s pretty typical for her, but this had a little twist.
She asked Anthony.
He complied, and Kelly held up her hair as he slowly slid the zipper down from her neck, along her back, to her waist. Kelly wriggled it off her shoulders, holding the front of the dress to her body with her hands.
“Bra?” she asked.
Anthony took hold of the bra strap across her back, a sturdy wide strap with three hooks. He undid them one at a time.
“Thank you,” said Kelly, turning to flash him a smile. She kept her hands crossed over her breasts to keep them from spilling out of her dress.
Kelly went to change. Anthony and I went to the family room and I poured out some Scotch. I handed him a tumbler. “A bit different from the old days, right?” I joked.
“Indeed. We used to drink some pretty bad stuff.”
I put my drink down. “I’m going to go get rid of my jacket.” Anthony gave me a nod, then sat on the couch as I headed to the bedroom where Kelly was. She was completely nude, looking through her closet.
“How are you doing?” I asked, folding my jacket and dropping it on a chair.
“Good,” she said, not looking around.
“OK. I just thought I sensed something.”
Kelly kept looking for something. “I’m a little bit mad. I’m OK.”
“I don’t think it’s personal.”
Kelly turned to me. “Of course it’s personal. I don’t like someone telling me who I can and cannot fuck.”
“Except me.”
“Yes,” said Kelly, not exactly agreeing.
I took her chin in one hand, making her look at me. “Sandra isn’t telling you who you can fuck. She is telling Anthony who he can fuck.”
Kelly nodded.
I asked, “Do you want me fucking other girls?”
“No.”
“Sandra is the same. She doesn’t want Anthony fucking other girls. I think it’s fair.”
“I guess so,” agreed Kelly reluctantly. “Still pisses me off.”
“Anthony’s a good guy.” I patted her bottom. “Don’t come out until you have a happy face.”
Kelly grinned despite herself. “OK Boss man,” she said.
I left her, and went back to the family room where Anthony waited. I picked up my drink. “How’s your brother doing by the way?” I asked. “Wasn’t he retraining for some kind of mechanical school?”
“He is,” said Anthony, taking a slow sip of the scotch. “And he’s doing quite well, really.”
Kelly came into the room then, wearing a loosely belted fluffy robe. She took in the two of us with a glass of scotch in our hands. “You guys are so lucky,” she said. “I miss partying.”
Anthony stood. “Not much longer though. You must be getting near the end.”
“Not soon enough,” said Kelly, with a smile. “You wanna see the baby?” She reached down to her belly.
“Sure,” said Anthony.
Kelly opened her robe enough to reveal her belly. Anthony walked over to look at it.
“Wow,” he said. “That’s amazing.”
“I know, right?” said Kelly. “Who would have ever thought?” She rested her hand on it. “Do you want to touch it?”
“May I?”
“Of course.”
Anthony slowly slid his hands over the tight beach ball that was Kelly’s belly. “How exciting. You guys must be really looking forward to this.”
“We are. Very much,” said Kelly.
They both sat on the couch. Kelly’s belly forced her to sit with her legs open, so she tucked the robe under her tummy, covering what I was sure was a naked pussy, but leaving most of her legs exposed. I sat in the chair facing them.
Anthony leaned back. “Proud Mama and proud Father. Who would have thought you two guys, back when we were just running around on the island?”
I gave a little smile. “Proud Mama anyway. And proud husband. But I’m not the father.”
Anthony looked surprised. “What?”
Kelly rested a hand on his leg.
“Kelly wanted an interracial baby. She always has, so this is the way we decided to do it.”
Anthony looked at her belly again. Kelly patted it, inviting him to touch it again. He reached over and rested
his hand on it. “So you got a sperm donor? “
“You could say that. Someone we knew.”
Anthony was still taking it in. “So how do they do that, with a syringe or something? I have no idea.”
“I don’t know either,” I confessed. “We just did it the old-fashioned way.”
“The old fashioned way?” Anthony looked like he didn’t want to jump to the only possible conclusion.
Kelly squeezed his leg. “I got a guy to knock me up, on purpose.”
Anthony let out a breath. “Wow. How do you find a guy like that? I mean, how do you ask, you know?”
I handled this one. “Actually, it was his idea. He wanted to get Kelly pregnant, and she went for it.”
Anthony looked at me. “And how did you feel about it?”
“If Kelly wants it, then we’ll make it work. Rattled me a little at first, but now it’s all good.”
Anthony was still kind of stunned. “So you let a guy fuck your wife and get her pregnant. On purpose.”
“Yes,”
“Wow,” he said. “You guys are hardcore. I can’t even imagine.”
“Life on the edge, right?” I joked.
Kelly held her hands out. “Help me up,” she said.
I stood, and helped her stand. “This robe is driving me nuts,” she said, walking toward the bar. She shrugged it off, and tossed it to one side as she walked. Her ass was magnificent.
“Doesn’t even look pregnant in from behind, right?” I said to Anthony.
“No. Not from this angle.”
Kelly walked behind the bar and turned towards us. “We have any Pellegrino in here?” she asked.
Anthony was staring at her breasts. They were breathtaking. Full, firm, beautifully rounded they rested heavy on her chest, gloriously swollen from pregnancy, topped with darkened nipples and delicately bumpy areoles, a mature woman’s breasts.
Kelly grabbed a bottle of liqueur and held it up. “Anybody want an Orgasm?” she asked.
“I do now,” said Anthony.
Kelly smiled, and started pouring different liqueurs into a shaker. Every movement made her breasts jiggle slightly. They were hypnotic, the little ripples of movement, and the nipples moving ever so slightly.
Hell, I was used to them, and I couldn’t help staring. Anthony had no chance.
Kelly finished pouring in the liqueur and closed the shaker. She lifted it up in front of her face and shook it vigorously.
Incredible. If they were mesmerizing before, they were stupefying now. I heard Anthony make a little groan.
Kelly finished shaking the drink and began to pour it out into a tumbler.
Anthony spoke up. “You are, like, an ad for perfect breasts. In the dictionary when you look up perfect breasts there’ll be a picture of yours right there.”
“That’s sweet,” said Kelly smiling. She walked out from behind the bar. You could see her completely bare pussy under the impressive bulge of her tummy. She carried the drink over to Anthony. He reached his hand out, but Kelly ignore it and instead straddled his legs, lowering herself onto his lap.
“Oh,” said Anthony.
Kelly brought the drink up to her breast, and poured a little over it. It ran down the smooth flesh, and began to drip from her nipple. “Your drink, Sir,” said Kelly, and leaned forward, bringing her nipple to his lips.
Anthony needed no further urging. He put both hands on her breast and pulled it into his face, licking and sucking her nipple. Kelly arched her back a little, pressing her belly into him. “Yes,” she murmured.
Anthony feasted on her breasts, taking them in turn into his mouth. In between, he rubbed them, played with them, and teased them with his fingers. He rubbed his face across her nipples, and pressed his cheek into the firm smooth flesh of the side of her breasts. He buried his nose between her soft enveloping flesh, and moaned.
Kelly meanwhile squirmed on his lap. Anthony was still full dressed, but Kelly rubbed her excited pussy against the stiff cock bulging against his pants.
Kelly slid off his lap onto the couch beside him. Bending over, her knees on the couch and her perfect ass jutting up in the air, she nuzzled his cock through his pants. She slid a hand up to undo his fly, and reached in. She found his cock and massaged it for a moment, then pulled it out. It caught for a moment on his pants, and she had to work to free it, but then it was there, standing tall and proud and no doubt painfully hard.
Kelly ran her tongue slowly up the side of his shaft. Anthony moaned, and tried to push it into her mouth as she neared the top, but Kelly dodged the thrust and dragged her wet lips all the way down his cock to his pants. She ground her face into his crotch, then nibbled at the base of his cock. Anthony’s cock stabbed straight up into the air. I thought of the Empire State Building, the way his thick cock tapered a little near the end. It didn’t bend, or fall to either side, or lean in toward his stomach, it just stuck exactly straight up. I flashed on the first time he had fucked Kelly, how he must have pulled her sarong out of the way as she settled in on his lap and how she must have wriggled to get his monster inside her. Or perhaps Kelly had pulled her sarong aside herself. I had never thought to ask before.
The thought stayed with me. I could see it unfolding, this unforgettable first fuck they had in the back seat as I drove, unaware of their mischief at first. I could imagine his stiff cock jutting up between her thighs, and Kelly closing her legs on it, pressing it against her pussy. I could see Anthony beginning to thrust by instinct, and Kelly surrendering to her own primal desires, as either she shifted her hips, or perhaps Anthony gripped her and guided her over his stiff member, and then skewered her womb with it.
My own cock stirred with lust and jealousy at the memory. I cleared my mind and watched Kelly. She still wouldn’t take him into her mouth. His need was obvious; he tried repeatedly to get the head of his cock into her mouth but Kelly kept turning away, licking him, sucking on the side of his shaft, wetting his cock, but not taking it into her mouth to give him the relief he so desperately hungered for.
At times Kelly would lay her head on his thigh, and play with his cock with her hand, watching her fingers slowly jerking and teasing his manhood. She massaged and teased it, then returned to it with her mouth, only to tease it further, denying his cock the warm wet confines of her surrogate womb.
At last he grabbed her head, and forcibly drew it to the head of his cock. Kelly bent down over his cock, her mouth closed, refusing to take it in. He held her head and rubbed her lips over the head of his cock, but couldn’t get it in past her teeth. He thrust fruitlessly upwards, and groaned in frustration.
Now Kelly opened her mouth, and he thrust up, the head of his cock between her lips. Kelly let her head rise with his cock, so she held only the knob of it in her mouth. Anthony groaned again, and tried to thrust into her face again and again, unable to penetrate to her throat.
Even I felt his need. Again and again Kelly denied him, until finally, she held her head still and Anthony buried his cock in the satisfaction of her throat.
He began to fuck her throat now. Kelly gave up control of his cock and her mouth to him, and he took full advantage. He pounded into her, long deep strokes that almost left her mouth and didn’t end until her nose was pressed against his belly and his cock was somewhere deep down the chasm that was her throat.
Kelly looked beautiful, kneeling on the couch, her legs half folded under her, her gravid belly grazing the couch, her face bent over Anthony’s lap drooling as his cock battered her face. Her lips would be swollen and sore tomorrow, I knew, as Anthony kept driving his pubic bone hard against her mouth. Not that Kelly would care. Not now, not tomorrow.
Anthony started to pick up the pace, thrusting as fast and wildly as he could. Kelly hung on, just leaving her throat open and her mouth agape as he fucked it like it was her pussy. Then, suddenly, he spasmed as he thrust hard into her. I saw sperm shoot out from Kelly’s nostrils, in a narrow burst of fluid. Her left hand flailed as Anthony held he
r head down tight, her mouth locked on his cock. He didn’t thrust, just held her there as he emptied jet after jet of cum into my wife’s throat and mouth. Kelly’s hand clutched at his thigh, and she hung on, squeezing it. It seemed to last forever, but finally he let go of her head, and sank back on the couch.
Kelly sat up suddenly, gasping, sperm leaking from her nose and running down over her upper lip. More sperm leaked out of her open mouth. She exhaled, catching her breath, tears in her eyes. A bubble of sperm and spit formed over her mouth and immediately popped. She looked at me and wiping away the cum from her face, and started to laugh.
“Holy fuck,” she laughed, still gasping. “What the fuck did you do to me?”
Anthony put a hand on her. Kelly sat back on her haunches, cum and saliva dripping down onto her breasts and bulging belly as she wiped the cum from her face with the back of her hand. “You came in my nose!” she said incredulously. “Wow!”
She was getting her breath back now. She was giggling still, and knelt on the couch. She twitched her nose, and rubbed at it, trying to clear the cum from it.
I took off my pants and walked over to her, my cock sticking out stiffly. Anthony watched us.
“Wait a second,” said Kelly.
I grabbed her thighs and pulled her toward me, dropping her roughly on her ass on the couch. I pulled her to the edge, and leaned in between her thighs.
Kelly had the giggles now. She was still trying to clear her face, but had managed to get some of the cum into her eyebrow, and another smear across her forehead. Her mascara was a mess, her hair tangled and sweaty.
She giggled and put out a hand to my chest. “Come on baby, just wait a second.”
I slid my cock into her.
She was wet. Very wet. I met no resistance, and even as she giggled she gave a little moan. She put her hands on my shoulders and leaned back, keeping her belly out of the way. “OK,” she said, “you impatient little bastard. Fine. Fuck me.”