by A. S Peavey
Kelsey might have answered, given him a reason to be different. But Omar didn’t want that. He considered ending the conversation by shoving his cock into Kelsey’s mouth.
Instead he grabbed her hips and roughly turned her over. He opened her legs enough to rub her labia, to make sure they were wet. He inserted a finger, to make sure she was ready for him. It was easier than asking.
And then he held her cheeks open and inserted himself, and just started fucking Kelsey, just started pumping into her. There was nothing but rhythm. That, and Omar grabbing at her, grabbing for her body.
Kelsey wasn’t sure what Omar was thinking, but she went along with it. This was hardly the best sex she had experienced recently. It also wasn’t the worst sex she’d ever had. His cock in her, and his hands grabbing at her, offered her enough physical sensation. And his desire and frustration excited her mind. She reveled in getting to fuck her husband again after making that confession, after she feared this would never happen again. Even more, she enjoyed how he used her body, without caring about her.
Omar might have preferred her lying on her back, so he could grab at her breasts instead of her ass. He’d always been a breast man.
But it was best that they not face each other now, that they not look into each other’s eyes. This sex deserved to be impersonal. No—not impersonal. This was very much about the two of them, how they felt about each other, about the issues that the sex could help them work out—the issues they hoped sex could help them work out. About expelling frustration.
But they didn’t want those frustrations, their anger, visible to each other.
Omar didn’t waste time coming to his orgasm, shooting his semen into her. Then he rolled off. One hand lingered on Kelsey, but then he dragged it away.
Kelsey almost earned her own satisfaction before he pulled out. Not quite. She was glad Omar rolled off her, and didn’t cuddle. At least, the part of her mind now in control was glad. Another part yelled that Omar never gave up on post-coital cuddling easily. Kelsey ignored that part of herself.
The part in control rolled onto her back, freeing her hands to toy with her clit, to bring about her own orgasm.
When she came a minute later, one of Omar’s hand was on her arm. Kelsey hadn’t noticed. Not really. She hadn’t noticed anything but a slight tug on her arm, slowing her down.
But when she finally relaxed from her orgasm, she did notice that Omar’s other arm was now resting across her belly. Omar had snuggled tightly against Kelsey. He touched her gingerly, and their bodies were in contact here and there, at feet, at knees. He didn’t lie against her shoulder. Instead, his forehead just pressed into the side of her shoulder.
That was far more contact than Kelsey had hoped for.
“So, what, you forgive me?” Kelsey asked.
“I…I’m sorry I made you take care of your own orgasm.”
“I don’t care. Not about that. I want to know…”
“Do I forgive you?” Omar still couldn’t look at Kelsey. He didn’t respond quickly either. It took at least a minute, closer to two. Kelsey was ready to ask again, to force some response, maybe just to say something to break the silence, when Omar spoke again. “I don’t even know how I should react. But—I am sorry for what I just did.”
Kelsey nodded against her pillow. “I’m sorry. I don’t think I apologized before.”
Omar snorted
“What?”
“That was a good apology.” He was smiling.
“I’m sorry for a lot of things. Not just that I had sex with other men. I’m sorry that I assumed that was you fucking another woman.”
“It’s okay.” Omar moved a little closer. He rested his cheek on her shoulder.
“Is it really? I mean. All the other evidence said you wouldn’t do that. But I didn’t question my theory. I didn’t doubt that you were cheating on me.”
“That one piece of evidence was pretty damning. I should have told you about Carter and Mira.” Omar took a deep breath. He didn’t wait long before he continued, lest Kelsey try to apologize again, to keep explaining herself. “I guess the question is, where do we go from here?”
“There is a future?”
“Yeah.” Omar laughed. It was still hollow, but less hollow than before. “I love you too much.”
“I…” Kelsey stopped herself.
“What?” Omar snuggled closer. He put his head fully on Kelsey’s shoulder.
“I don’t know if this is even appropriate, if this was what you were asking about…” With Omar’s once-again tumescent cock pressing against her thigh, Kelsey had trouble thinking of parts of their future besides the sexual ones.
“Look,” Omar said, “I want to hear whatever you want to say. Secrecy got us into this trouble. Avoiding secrets, at least not being afraid of telling them, is the best way to be better in the future. Okay?”
“Okay. But…”
“Tell me what you’re thinking.”
Kelsey took a deep breath. She draped one arm around Omar—she’d been afraid to do it before, lest it push him away. But she needed his comforting presence to speak.
“I want…” She had to pause, to look into Omar’s eyes, look away, then look back at him again. “I want you to fuck another woman.”
“No.”
“Omar, I…”
“Shh. Shh.” He pressed a finger against her lips.
“But…”
“Kelsey, I love you. I don’t want to get even. If you feel the need to make it up to me…Well, you kind of already have. All the sex that we’ve had since you started sleeping a…sleeping with other men. That’s been great. I guess men fear their woman straying because it means they’re not getting enough at home. And that the affair will then lead to even less marital sex. That hasn’t happened. Instead our sex life has been more frequent—and more interesting. So long as we keep this up, you have nothing to make up to me.” Omar took a deep breath. “And as to getting even. No need. I forgive you.”
“Okay, but…”
“Shh…”
“Just let me talk for a second, damn it.”
“Okay.”
“Because you don’t understand what I’m asking. I’m not saying I want you to fuck another woman so I’d feel the jealousy you must be feeling, or some stupid shit like that. I want to watch. I told you before how horny I got when I thought I was overhearing you fucking someone else.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.” Kelsey felt Omar’s cock struggling to get hard again, twitching against her thigh. She reached down and caressed him. “What do you think?”
She expected him to say that was a horrible idea. That they needed to work on other things, honesty and whatever a marriage counselor would insist they needed.
“I’m willing to try. I know nothing about setting it up. Nor about what I’d want from a woman on the side, or how to make another woman feel okay as a third party or…”
“We’ll figure it out.”
They shut up. And they started petting each other’s bodies, silently caressing each other for five minutes. But even then Omar wasn’t ready for the next round. He was still half soft, his cock worn out from the first two orgasms. Kelsey was ready. She hadn’t had a proper orgasm since the previous night. But she wouldn’t remind Omar of that fact. She would have felt guilty right now demanding he work on her.
Though when his petting led him finally to cross his hand between her thighs, he felt just how wet she was, and remembered that he hadn’t gotten her off. Omar crawled down to the other side of the bed and didn’t waste much time kissing her stomach and her thighs before diving into her cunt.
Kelsey just leaned back and moaned.
Omar paused from licking her cunt. “Kelsey?” He kissed her clit again while waiting for a reply.
“Yeah.”
“Once you’ve watched me fuck another woman…” Again, he punctuated his words by licking her.
“Uh-huh.”
“I may regret this.
But then I want to watch you fuck someone else.”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe? I’m going to fuck someone else for you…”
“You’ll enjoy it.”
“…but you won’t fuck someone else for me?”
“I just want you to wait before making that decision. I’ve had time to think about what I want. You haven’t.”
“Fine,” Omar said, and moved back down.
Kelsey grabbed his head, moved him away from her, pulled his head towards her lips. “I want you to fuck me.”
“But I’ve already come twice. And I haven’t…”
“Yeah. But I want to come on your cock. And I want you to close your eyes while you’re fucking me, and imagine I’m another woman. You remember Deb? Think about her.”
Kelsey was giddy as a fucking school girl—though maybe not a school girl fucking since back then she’d been far more nervous—as she came in and closed the door quickly behind her.
“Where’s the food?” Omar asked Kelsey.
“What?”
“The food. You called and told me not to cook because you had a surprise. I assumed you were bringing home something fancy.”
“No…”
“Or are we going out?”
“That’s not the surprise,” Kelsey said. She hadn’t even thought about food. She’d been so horny, so excited, that she couldn’t think of anything else, all her body’s other desires were too meager to gain attention.
“Then…Oh. Did you bring…? Did you find a woman that quickly?” Omar didn’t wait for her to answer. The way Kelsey opened her mouth told him enough. “How?”
Kelsey hadn’t doubted that she could find a woman to fuck her husband. She’d only kept quiet because she didn’t want to announce it before Vickie agreed. Even after she agreed, she didn’t want to say anything until Vickie was standing outside the door.
Kelsey and her husband had taken STD tests to be sure there wouldn’t be any problems on their end. Kelsey knew that Vickie and her boyfriend regularly got tested. And they both regularly used condoms. Though Kelsey was hoping she could convince Vickie not to, in this case. She held out hope because, after she told Vickie about the successful conversation, about Omar agreeing to fuck another woman, Vickie had suggested those tests.
Kelsey didn’t answer Omar’s question. “Honey. Are you sure you want to go through with this?”
“Yes.”
“I’m serious. I don’t want to rush you. I don’t want to push you. You don’t have to do this for me.”
Omar smiled. “Kels, I’ve had time to think about this. Not as much time as I expected, mind you. I was nervous at first, the more I think about it, the more I know I’m ready.”
Kelsey nodded. She was certain that he was ready, and it wasn’t a purely mental calculation. His slacks were tightly tented. Kelsey wasn’t sure if she’d seen him that hard when she hadn’t already kissed him, or maybe not before she had caressed his cock.
Whether or not he was mentally prepared, she wasn’t going to get another answer.
Kelsey nodded. She stepped back from the door to open it enough to beckon to Vickie, still sitting in her car where it was parked behind Kelsey’s.
Kelsey suddenly hoped no one was watching. But even if they were, they wouldn’t actually have a clue what was going on. They wouldn’t know what surprise Vickie would offer to their highly respectable (at least until recently) young married neighbors.
Vickie knew how to walk demurely too. She gave off no hint that she had come here with any goal that she would have objected to neighbors gossiping over. Then again, she didn’t much care if people knew about her sex life, so long as they were respectful about it.
It was Kelsey who would have attracted more attention, when she walked excitedly up to her own front door before, and then when she beckoned for Kelsey to step inside.
Vickie stopped being so demure once the door closed behind her. No, she didn’t walk towards Omar with some sultry steps meant to entice him. Even if he’d needed enticing, she wasn’t the type who did all the work by herself and let a man sit back. But she let a naughty grin develop, and her body language switched to that of someone inspecting the man about to fuck her.
Omar had a hand outstretched to shake Vickie’s hand. Vickie shook it, then said: “We’ve met before.”
“Right. At Kelsey’s…your work parties.”
Vickie didn’t just shake Omar’s hand. She pulled him in, gave him a tight hug—rubbing against his body—and then kissed his cheek, and nibbled at his ear.
Finally, she pulled back. Omar didn’t want to let her go, but he was too stunned to hold her to him. He hadn’t moved any limb since he thrust his hand forward to shake Vickie’s. All he could do now was look at her, take her in with his eyes.
“Fuck, you’re…” Omar paused before he said something rude. “…beautiful. You look good like that.”
Omar might have said that regardless of how Vickie looked today. In fact, there was nothing very special about her appearance. She’d just come from work. What she was wearing was hipper than anything in Kelsey’s wardrobe, but Omar cared no more for fashion than Kelsey. And Vickie’s clothes were by no means any more revealing that Kelsey’s. If anything the fashionable flourishes made the shirt less form fitting, and less revealing.
Of course, Vickie kept in shape. All the exercise she received from sex was good for that, if nothing else. Omar would never think to complain about Kelsey, but the pounds she’d added since college, and hated when she saw herself naked in the bathroom mirror, weren’t in evidence on Vickie.
“Do you want to go to the bedroom?” Omar asked.
Vickie looked around the living room, taking in the furniture. “This is fine a place for sex. Unless you mind.”
“Uh…okay…” Omar seemed shocked by the idea. Yes, he’d just asked her to come back to his bedroom—obviously for sex. But he also looked like he was ready to explode from embarrassment for asking the question of a woman he barely knew.
“Could you get the blinds?” Vickie asked Kelsey. It wasn’t a request, so much as a veiled demand.
While Kelsey went around the room closing blinds, Vickie started caressing Kelsey’s husband through his clothes, and then began to unbutton his shirt. The front of Omar’s shirt fell open as Kelsey returned.
Kelsey’s breath caught as she saw another woman caress her husband’s chest. Even more when his head flopped back and he let out a guttural moan.
Kelsey was wet. So wet that she wished she didn’t have to fuck herself; she wished there was another man here to take care of her while Vickie fucked her husband.
Another time they would have Vickie’s boyfriend join them. But today she had signed up just to watch, not to touch another man. Kelsey wanted to proceed step by step.
Vickie looked over her shoulder at Kelsey. “Help undress me.” Like the early request to deal with the blinds, there was no room from Kelsey to say no.
But when she was close enough to help, to start unbuttoning Vickie’s blouse, she whispered into Vickie’s ear. “Do you really have to make me your bitch?”
Vickie laughed. “Yeah. You owe me for keeping your secrets when I really should have told your husband for you. It’s the least you can do. For me, and for your husband’s enjoyment.”
Kelsey glared at her friend. But she didn’t have time to respond.
“What are you two whispering about?” Omar asked.
“I was just telling your wife that I think I can finish getting my shirt off. So its time for her to kneel and help me with my pants.”
Kelsey flushed. But Omar didn’t see her embarrassment. He was too thrilled. His eyesight was blurred at the edges. Vickie had his thoughts firmly controlled, and he wasn’t going to see or worry about Kelsey’s reaction unless she made him notice.
Kelsey did as she was told, kneeling in front of her friend, head at hip height, she raised her hands and unbuttoned Vickie’s pants. Then she tugged those pants do
wn, until Vickie could step out of them.
Kelsey was embarrassed to undress another woman, to prepare Vickie to fuck her husband. But she was oh so hot too. Especially when her hand brushed Vickie’s skin.
“And my panties.”
It had been bad enough getting Vickie’s pants off, her hands sliding down Vickie’s legs through the fabric. Now Kelsey had to touch Vickie’s skin. She tried to be ginger about it, but she had to hook her fingers on the inside of the panties, brushing against Vickie as she pulled her panties down.
And Kelsey couldn’t say no. She had asked Vickie to be here. If she wanted to set ground rules, she could have. Before now. Vickie had asked if anything was off limits. But Kelsey said no. Then again, she thought there would be nothing more than Vickie and Omar fucking. Kelsey was just supposed to be watching.
Kelsey was glad when the panties finally fell of their own power down to the ground. Vickie had been spreading her legs wider and wider so her underwear wouldn’t just fall until they passed her knees, so Kelsey had to keep pushing, sliding her hands along Vickie’s legs.
Vickie ‘asked’ Kelsey pick up the panties, and take care of her clothes, setting it all in a neat pile. The rest of the clothes presented no problem. But the panties were wet, and Kelsey was again embarrassed to be so sexually close to Vickie.
And that wasn’t the worst of it.
When Kelsey sat back up, she was now staring eye level at Vickie’s trimmed pubic hair. And she felt an urge—one which she could control at least for a time—to just lean forward. To get closer. Maybe to kiss Vickie’s pubic mound, or her vulva, or her clitoris.
Whether or not Vickie realized what Kelsey was thinking, she didn’t give Kelsey time to follow through. “Okay. Go sit over there while I fuck your husband.”
Kelsey watched.
This was and yet also was not how she had imagined it. She enjoyed the sight; she enjoyed the pleasure on her husband’s face, even when Omar forgot to glance over and smile at her, when he forgot all about Kelsey’s presence in the room.
That only excited Kelsey more.