Uncovered

by A. S Peavey

“I think he can…handle himself. If he needs to.”

  “What are you two talking about?”

  “Nothing,” Kelsey said. “Absolutely nothing.”

  Vickie didn’t respond because she had already turned her attention to baby Rose. “My, you’ve certainly grown.”

  But Kelsey didn’t let Vickie delay too long. She wanted to know what they were doing tonight. She wanted to be doing it.

  “So. Where are we going?”

  “In due time,” Vickie said. “In due time.”

  It was irritating to have the significantly younger woman act as the voice of reason. But Vickie pulled it off. She might sleep around more than Kelsey, but she was actually more mature for that experience.

  Vickie drove downtown in a car she’d rented for the night, something considerably less beat up than her own car, and that sported leather seats. She had it valet parked so they could go right into an upscale piano bar where Vickie had reservations.

  “This is nice,” Kelsey said, when Vickie settled into her seat with two drinks with umbrellas sticking out of them.

  Of course, Kelsey would have appreciated most any bar, or most any excuse to get out of the house. She really hadn’t managed much more time away from home than decidedly unsexy grocery store runs. She enjoyed the dueling piano players—they deserved her attention—but she really wanted to get down to gossiping.

  A bar was a special treat, everyone was dressed up, everyone was worth looking at, staring at, imagining taking the clothes off. It was all the more worthwhile because, knowing Vickie, she might well have that chance. Vickie might have contacted a friend or lover who could be here right now, waiting for Vickie’s signal.

  But Kelsey wasn’t about to ask, and even if she did, Vickie would keep her secret until she was ready to spill.

  Instead she had plenty of other questions to ask: What was going on at work? Anyone new? Anyone old get fired, or quit? And how were they treating Vickie.

  Vickie was a bit of a pariah at work, since there were rumors about her unusual sexuality, her non-exclusive relationship with her boyfriend Cory. Things had gotten a little better since Kelsey had started spending time with Vickie. But Kelsey still felt bad; there weren’t any rumors about Kelsey’s sex life. If there had been any growing before her pregnancy, her pregnancy quashed them.

  But all that Vickie had to say was normal. The names changed, for the most part, though of course there was Mr. Patterson who, again, came into work drunk on a Thursday.

  “So is this evening just about gossiping and drinking?”

  “Would you be unhappy if it was?”

  “No…”

  “But I see your eyes wandering, I see those eyes undressing strangers.”

  “Well…”

  “And your eyes have undressed me.”

  “But is this the whole of the evening?”

  Vickie shook her head. “Just a little before-party drinks, you know.”

  “There’s a party?”

  “So to speak. Even if I’d planned a literal party, I wouldn’t be telling you.”

  “You’re going to keep me guessing.”

  “It is a surprise.”

  That bought a little time for Kelsey to calm down. They chatted, brought the levels of their drinks a little lower. But only so much.

  “If all we’re going to do is sip on our drinks and chat, then I’d like to take you back to the bathroom to be fucked.”

  Kelsey had meant it as a joke, but she felt her pussy twitching at the thought, she wanted Vickie to agree.

  Kelsey’s libido had been steady, if low-leveled, ever since getting picked up. She expected sex at some point, and would have gladly stepped out of her clothes with Vickie. But she didn’t let her libido run rampant, because sex could well be the afterthought to a night at the theater, or wherever else.

  Vickie was the first woman that Kelsey had sex with, after Kelsey’s sexual exploration had brought her to consider the possibility that she might be sexually interested in women as well as men. And before that, Vickie had lent an ear to Kelsey while Kelsey tried to work out what her own and her husband’s (phantom) affairs really meant for her.

  Most of the time Kelsey and Vickie were around each other, they weren’t fucking. But, then again, most of the time they were around each other was at work—certainly not on nights when Kelsey needed to wear stunning, if presentable, dresses.

  “My. That could be fun,” Vickie smiled. She leaned across the table and kissed Kelsey, open mouthed. “The only question would be how obvious we would make it. I mean, yes, it would be easy to sneak into the bathroom together; two women, going together, who would question that? We could walk right in. In might be a little harder to take a stall without anyone else in the bathroom noticing, but we could do that too. But what would be the fun of fucking in a public bathroom without anyone noticing? Wouldn’t it be more fun to make a scene, to ruffle each other’s clothes and be seen scurrying to the bathroom?”

  Kelsey’s face was flushed. “Really?”

  Vickie leaned in closer and kissed Kelsey once again. But she was just teasing about the bathroom sex. “Maybe another time. I assure you, our plans for tonight are better.”

  “And…when will those begin?”

  Vickie pulled out her phone. “Okay,” she said.

  “Yes?”

  “It’s a little early. But everything should be ready. If you don’t mind leaving behind the rest of your drink.”

  Kelsey nodded. She didn’t care about the drink. She was dripping wet, in danger of soaking through her panties. She really hoped sex would be coming soon. Omar had fucked her a few times since she gave birth, even Kelsey had fucked her. They were both satisfying lovers.

  But Kelsey was looking forward to something much more special.

  Vickie guided Kelsey, sweaty hand in hand, away from their seats. For a moment it looked like Vickie was going to take them into the bathroom, except Kelsey knew better. They certainly weren’t going back out onto the street. But the corridor that led to the bathrooms also led to the rest of the building that housed the bar in one corner.

  They arrived at a bank of elevators, and Vickie pushed the up button.

  “The elevator?”

  “You noticed the hotel above the bar?”

  Vickie went to the junction between hallways and saw the hotel lobby. She hadn’t actually noticed the hotel before. She’d been too focused on where Vickie was taking her, to notice any of the surrounding businesses.

  “You booked us a hotel room?” Kelsey tried to be calm as she asked. She was suddenly considerably wetter. She was going to stain something. She would need to take this dress to a dry cleaner and hope the staff didn’t ask too many questions.

  “Just wait.”

  Kelsey did, but only because she didn’t know what other questions to ask. She wanted to lock lips with Vickie again, but she didn’t, knowing that something—someone?—more was awaiting her upstairs.

  The elevator took them to the top floor, and Vickie headed off purposefully. If Kelsey had been paying attention, she would have noticed Vickie paying attention to the signs pointing the directions to various rooms. But Vickie was smooth, and Kelsey was even more distracted. If the anticipation wasn’t bad enough, there were the other hotel guests, who probably had every clue that Kelsey was about to get laid.

  When they arrived at a door, Vickie didn’t pull out a key card. Instead, she knocked.

  Kelsey might have asked what was going on, why she had to knock, but the door opened before she could say anything. Vickie’s boyfriend, Cory, stood behind the door. He was wearing a suit, not really the type you’d normally go to work in. No colorful tie, just black coat, white shirt, thin black tie. He wore it well, though he didn’t need to look thinner or taller.

  “Come in,” he said.

  And Kelsey did, if after Vickie. Though her knees were weak, though she wanted to just stop there and kiss Cory. Kelsey didn’t even notice the way the room was se
t up, the overhead lights were dimmed, candles were lit around the king bed, and on a table in front of the couch and chairs. Also on that table was finger food, and a bottle of champagne, chilling in an ice bucket.

  Kelsey’s mind was still on Cory. The man she’d get to fuck.

  This was what Kelsey had been guessing all along. It’s what she’d been hoping for. But she hadn’t been willing to say it out loud—she wouldn’t have wanted her husband to be jealous.

  Okay, he wouldn’t have been jealous—hell he’d practically asked if Kelsey had been putting on this dress so Cory could strip her out of it. So her only excuse for not thinking it, not asking about it, was that she didn’t want to jinx it.

  Kelsey and Omar had met Cory socially, and there had been plans for ages to introduce him into their little sexual circle.

  Actually, that was almost a foregone conclusion, as soon as Kelsey knew she liked Cory. His relationship with Vickie was based on similar types of openness as Omar and Kelsey’s marriage, allowing the partners to sleep around, so long as they were open about it. Actually, Omar and Kelsey based their rules around the ones that worked for Vickie and Cory. Omar had enjoyed more chances to make use out of that openness so far, but Kelsey had wanted to wait—except for Vickie—while she was pregnant.

  They had hung out a bit as couples. Cory had been among the first people, besides family, who met Rose after she came into the world (mostly because he accompanied Vickie). And Cory had already once babysat Rose so that Kelsey, Omar, and Vickie could have a threesome. Omar had even joined Vickie and Cory for a threesome a handful of times, though Vickie enjoyed that more than Cory.

  It was kind of Cory’s turn to have Kelsey in a threesome.

  There was no question that she would expand her repertoire of lovers. And Cory was naturally in the line of fire, so long as they were both attracted to each other (Kelsey certainly was, she wanted to see Cory naked), and so long as they found each other’s company pleasant.

  So Kelsey had hoped that was why Omar had sent her off with Vickie, while taking care of the baby.

  “I thought you wanted me to be presentable?” Kelsey asked. It was the first thing she thought to say.

  “You had to get here,” Vickie said. “Imagine you, walking into the hotel lobby wearing only a smile.”

  “Vickie.”

  “And…”

  “And?”

  “I want you to be presentable.”

  “As in, present me to your boyfriend?”

  Vickie laughed. “Exactly.”

  “And Omar knew?”

  “Of course he knew,” Vickie said.

  She circled behind Kelsey, kissing her neck here and there, more importantly, clearing room so Kelsey could look at Cory, and very much so Cory could get a good view in Vickie, in her fine evening wear.

  Not that Kelsey didn’t enjoy looking at Vickie’s boyfriend just as much. Even if what he wore wasn’t as showy as her dress, she liked taking him in, knowing that he was hers for the evening.

  And she could imagine stripping him out of that suit.

  The sounds of the champagne cork popping brought Kelsey out of her reverie. While Kelsey and Cory stared lecherously at each, Vickie had been preparing their drinks. She handed Kelsey a flute. Kelsey took two sips, but then set the glass down, headed straight for Cory.

  Vickie had to take back the glass she had just given her boyfriend, so it wouldn’t be knocked to the ground.

  If Kelsey could have done it in this dress, she would have leapt onto Cory, made him carry her weight, at least for a moment, until settling her onto a chair, against the wall, onto the bed—whatever surface he could find. But she couldn’t, not in this dress, so she contented herself with kissing him, trying not to eat his face off, and moving her hands around his body.

  Time was a blur as they enjoyed each other through their clothes; she could feel Cory’s hard cock, or evidence of it at least, pressing her through his pants. It had been months since she’d had another cock—besides her husbands—in her mouth, or in her pussy, and she longed to explore Cory’s cock, to see how it was different and how it was like her husbands.

  Of course, before this past year, it had been years since Kelsey had touched another cock, and she hadn’t exactly worried about the lack of other men back then.

  Eventually, Kelsey felt Cory’s hands reaching behind her to grab at the zipper on her dress, preparing to strip her.

  “No,” Kelsey said.

  “No?” Cory said, trying not to sound disappointed.

  “Well, I want to get naked, but I don’t want it to be by your hand. Vickie, you remember how you got naked the first time you fucked my husband?”

  Vickie nodded. She had ordered Kelsey to take care of her clothes, to strip her. She remembered how fun it was to be ‘humiliated’ like that. And it wasn’t just the humiliation of preparing another woman for her husband that Kelsey enjoyed. It was also that she was nervous about touching another woman.

  “Strip me for Cory. You’ve presented me dressed. Now present me naked.”

  Vickie did not hesitate, except to lick her lips. She came over, unzipped Kelsey’s dress and started to pull it down, working it over her body. The work was a little harder than removing Vickie’s clothes had been. Okay, Vickie had made it difficult for Kelsey to remove her jeans during that first threesome, as she had spread her legs. But that had been all the more fun, as she forced Kelsey to keep her face close to Vickie’s cunt.

  But Kelsey did her best to obstruct Vickie’s efforts. She was intent on kissing Cory, on untying his tie, on unbuttoning his shirt, only cooperating with Vickie when she specifically asked for, or pushed Kelsey, to do something, like moving her arm so Vickie could get the shoulder strap off it.

  It wasn’t as fun as when Kelsey had to undress Vickie. Mostly because there wasn’t the same homoerotic sexual tension; Vickie wasn’t touching another woman’s intimate flesh for the first time, or coming face to, well, lips, with a pussy for the first time.

  Then again, there was no reason why Vickie wouldn’t give Kelsey’s cunt a few licks when it was finally naked. Hell, the only reason Vickie didn’t kiss Kelsey more was because she wanted to leave that privilege for her boyfriend.

  Vickie’s attention didn’t last long—because it made Kelsey stumble forward, into Cory. They locked lips again, and his hands caressed her now naked body, running over her ass, making her shiver, hoping those hands would find their way between her legs.

  Eventually she stepped back.

  “How do I look?”

  “Gorgeous.”

  “I don’t look fat?”

  “Not at all.”

  “Omar says that all the time. But you aren’t bound by marriage or anything else to lie to me. I know I’m fat right now. Because of the baby.”

  “You may have fat on you,” Cory said. “But that doesn’t mean you don’t look gorgeous.”

  Kelsey nodded. But that wasn’t a sufficient response to such a compliment. So she stepped forward, right in front of Cory, and knelt down. She unzipped his pants—ignoring the half completed and abandoned work of getting him topless (Vickie could finish that). She didn’t bother getting Cory’s pants all the way off him. She just let them pool around his ankles. Honestly, all she really needed right now was to have his cock exposed. Gravity did most of the rest.

  And then she leaned forward and started licking Cory’s cock. It was fun to have another man in her mouth. She’d done it a few times in the last year, but only before she and Omar had agreed not to be exclusive, when she met men behind his back. There was something fun to doing this with her husband’s permission—knowing, in fact, that he had helped arranged it.

  It was all the more fun to suck Cory before he didn’t have anything stable to lean against. He stumbled back, off balance, eventually finding a wall to support him. Yes, his cock slipped out of Kelsey’s mouth, but Kelsey just crawled after him, trying to at least keep a hand on his cock, until she could replace he
r mouth on it.

  Kelsey just wished her husband had been there to watch. Of course, he’d get his chance eventually, they’d just have to arrange for Kelsey—or someone else—to watch Rose.

  Frankly, they were going to need to invest a lot of money towards child care. But they were going to get a lot (of sex) out of it. They might have a full foursome at some point, and then there was all the other exploring they could do.

  But right now it was just Kelsey, Cory, and Vickie.

  And as much as Kelsey was enjoying another man’s cock inside her mouth, she wanted it in her pussy. Almost as soon as the idea struck her, she let go of Cory and jumped towards the bed, only looking over her shoulder briefly to make sure he was following.

  “You’re going to fuck me,” she said. But there was really no need for words at this point; once she was situated on the bed, she just had to spread her legs and make sure that Cory had an angle he could penetrate her from.

  Not that he immediately obeyed. Cory did crawl onto the bed, but he didn’t position himself between Kelsey’s legs. Instead, he sat next to her, and started kissing and licking her body. And not only did he not fuck her, he didn’t kiss her pussy, nor her nipples, avoiding all her erogenous zones, spending more time on her neck, the rest of her torso, licking on top of her baby fat.

  It pissed Kelsey off. But she knew she would thank him for it later. She wanted to cut to the chase, but half the fun really was in the warm up; an orgasm could be so much better for everything that went before it.

  But by the time he finally put his tongue to her clit, Kelsey was ready. There was no more point in delaying. She’d spent months in anticipation of fucking Vickie’s boyfriend, all with her husband’s encouragement.

  “Fuck me now, damn it!”

  Cory looked up at Kelsey, intending to disobey for a little longer, but he saw her face; even more than her voice, her expression said that she would brook no resistance. More importantly, he saw her face right before she turned to get up on her knees, ass facing Cory.

  He brought himself forward and obeyed, entering Kelsey from behind, moving slowly inside her, as he continued to caress and kiss her. She still wanted more action, but this was enough to get started, at least. She couldn’t complain—too much.