by Selena Kitt
“You want her tongue here, baby? Right on your hard little clit?”
“Oh fuck yes.” Mrs. B moaned loudly. “Right there, baby. Right. Fucking. There.”
Yes, right there. Oh there. I licked my lips, wishing it was my tongue on Mrs. B’s clit. What did she taste like? Was she smooth, still? Ronnie told me that she waxed everything down there. I shaved. Ronnie liked me soft and bare.
“You want her to lick your asshole? Like this?”
Oh. My. God.
“Oh Doc!”
My ass clenched at his words and a low cry escaped my lips. I couldn’t help it. My fingers circled my clit faster, the skin around my nipples growing tighter, pursing.
“I want her to lick it,” Doc growled. “I want her to make it nice and wet so I can fuck it.”
I quivered in my bed, straining to hear them, wishing I could see. Oh my God, I wanted to watch them. I wanted to see him part her thighs with those big hands of his and spread her cheeks so his tongue could probe her asshole. Oh I missed anal. Ronnie had tried it with the Baumgartners, she’d told me, but she wasn’t that interested in it with me.
“You want me to fuck your ass, baby?”
Mrs. B just moaned with pleasure. She was lost, going, gone. I could tell she was close to climax. I was too. I circled my clit faster, faster. Was he going to fuck her ass? Did they do that a lot? The thought sent hot sparks between my legs.
“Oh Doc! Ohhh! Put your finger in my ass!” Mrs. B pleaded. “Yeahhhh! Finger my ass while you lick me! Make me come like that!”
There were no more words from Doc. He was clearly too busy for any more dirty talk. There was only the exquisite sound of her orgasm, the rising moans and final near-scream and then the soft pant of her breath in the aftermath. I stopped rubbing my clit—I had to, or I was going to come, and I didn’t want to yet. Not quite yet.
“Fuck, baby, you come so good.” Doc sighed happily. I actually heard him smacking his lips, still tasting her. My mouth was watering. “Mmmmm you’re delicious.”
“You make me come so hard like that,” she gasped.
“Now I’m gonna make you come with my cock buried in your cunt.”
I trembled at his words. Oh what I wouldn’t give…
My fingers slipped low, sliding into my wetness, shoving in deep. Yes, oh yes. I wanted a cock too. I wanted to be fucked. Like Doc was about to fuck his wife.
“Remember how much I loved watching you lick her while I fucked you?” Doc asked, giving a low grunt. Mrs. B cried out and I imagined it, that first moment of entry. She would be wet, very wet, from his mouth. He would slide right in. Was he on top? Was he behind her? I imagined him taking her from behind, imagined her rounded ass in the air, taking the heat of his cock.
And I imagined her mouth between my legs. Licking my clit. Showing her with my fingers. Right here, right here. Oh god, her tongue, the sweet press of her tongue, the movement of her body while Doc fucked her from behind. And looking up to meet his eyes, watching the pleasure on his face.
“Ohh God, fuck me, Doc!” she moaned.
“Are you picturing it?” he urged. “Her wet cunt spread open for you? Lick it for me, baby. Make her come. Make her come all over your face!”
I was picturing it. I was picturing it and coming. My whole body tensed, shuddering, and then I heard Doc groan, long and loud, crying out with his own release. We were both coming together. My pussy spasmed around my fingers, my clit throbbing under my hand, and I heard her moaning too, crying out.
“Oh fuck, I love your cock in me! Doc, I’m coming! Oh I’m coming for you!”
I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe. I laid and stared up at the ceiling, panting hard, not quite believing what I’d just done. Had I really just masturbated while listening to my employers having sex?
I closed my eyes when I heard Mrs. B get up. She went to the bathroom and I turned to my side, yanking the covers up my chin, hiding. She stopped at my door, still cracked, and pulled it closed. I took a deep breath, my thighs still trembling from my orgasm, my belly tight. Had she heard me? Did she suspect?
I told myself I wouldn’t do it again, even if I wanted to. I couldn’t afford to lose this job. I’d have to try to be a lot more professional from now on.
Chapter Three
“Just one more S’more?” Janie begged, her mouth already rimmed with chocolate.
“One more.” I held up one finger, wagging it at her, but she was already loading her stick with another marshmallow.
“You’re gonna get fat.” Henry stuck out his tongue at his sister when she gave him the finger.
“Don’t let your parents catch you doing that, Janie,” I warned, glancing toward the house at the sound of laughter. The Baumgartners and their guests were in the house. “And Henry, your sister isn’t fat.”
“I didn’t say she was fat,” Henry licked marshmallow off his fingers. “I said she was going to get fat. Especially if she keeps eating S’mores like that.”
“I’m not fat and I eat S’mores,” I said.
“Gretchen, can I please go get my iPod?” Henry asked for the three millionth time.
I rolled my eyes. “Henry, I told you, we can’t interrupt.”
“It will only take me a second.”
“No.”
“It’s in my room. I’ll run in and out, real quick.”
“Henry, I said no.” I started packing up the marshmallows, chocolate and graham crackers, putting them into their respective packages.
“Fine.” He grabbed another marshmallow before I could close the bag. “But what if we have to use the bathroom?”
“I told you.” I put the food into the basket and closed it up. ”If you have to go, I’ll take you in the back and you can use the one in the basement.”
“It’s creepy down there.” Janie shivered, pulling the hood on her hoodie up.
I rolled my eyes again. Was she kidding? The Baumgartners had a huge finished basement with a giant TV, a fireplace, a pool table, several old stand up video games and a full bathroom, including a shower.
“That’s not creepy,” I countered. “You should have seen the basement in my grandma’s house when I was little. It had dirt floors. And just one light bulb that hung down from the ceiling in the middle of the basement.”
“That is creepy!” Janie gaped at me. Henry’s eyes were wide.
“And the only bathroom in the whole house was in the basement,” I added.
“No way!” Janie gasped.
“Will you tell us ghost stories later?” Henry asked, always flirting with his love-hate relationship with all things scary.
“Maybe.” There was no way, of course. They’d be up all night long. And if I had to sleep out in the yard, I intended to actually sleep. I had my own tent with an air mattress in it.
“Can’t I please go get my iPod?” Henry begged. He batted his eyelashes at me when I glared at him, giving me a big, fake grin. “Pleeeeeease?”
I relented, a little.
“I’ll tell you what—I’ll go get it when everyone’s asleep.” I glanced up at the house again. They were sitting in the family room with the French doors open, but the screen door closed, letting the night air in. Their voices and occasional bursts laughter floated down to us, but I couldn’t make out what they were saying.
“Oh come on!” Henry made a face. “That’s going to be, like, forever.”
“They’re not as young as they think they are.” I winked at him. “I bet it’s all over by midnight.”
“Besides, Henry, we’ve got the DVD player,” Janie reminded him. “And I’ve got the whole set of Lord of the Rings.”
“Oh all right,” he grumbled. “Are you done eating? Can we watch yet?”
“Gretchen, do you want to watch?” Janie asked, digging the portable DVD player out of her bag and starting to crawl into the tent.
“Sure, let me just put out the fire.” It was one of those fire pits you could buy at Costco or Sam
’s Club. Doc had set it up for us and had loaded it with wood around dusk, lighting it for us. We’d roasted hotdogs while the adults inside ate steak. Not that I cared. Hot dogs and S’mores were fine by me and the kids definitely preferred them.
I walked up the hill toward the house, carrying the empty pitcher that had contained lemonade when the night began. Now I used the faucet out back to fill it with water. I heard Mrs. B laughing, a bright, infectious sound. I hesitated at the back of the house, listening. I could hear them talking, the two women.
I’d met Danielle and her “husbands” the day before, when they had taken the Baumgartners out to dinner—although they only introduced Mason, the big guy with the sandy crew cut, as her actual husband. The other one, Nico, a dark haired, dark eyed Italian with an accent to die for, was introduced as their friend. But I knew the truth. I would have known it, even if I hadn’t overheard Mrs. B and Doc talking about their relationship. I could tell, the way they talked to each other, the familiar way they touched each other. I suppose I might have dismissed it as just a European over-friendliness if I hadn’t known. But I did know. They were all lovers.
Tonight, though, it was just Danielle—they called her Dani—who had shown up for dinner with Doc and Mrs. B. The Baumgartners had been anticipating this visit for a month and of course, I knew why. I’d heard them talking about Dani, their former lover, and I knew they both hoped to rekindle things with her—if just for the night. I wondered if Dani’s “husbands” knew about their plan, but I wasn’t in any position to ask.
“Oh my God, Dani, those two men!” Mrs. B exclaimed. “I mean, I knew Mason was a good-looking guy. But Nico too? You are one lucky woman.”
Dani gave a throaty laugh. “Tell me about it.”
“What’s it like, having two men at your beck and call?”
“Well, I don’t know if they’re at my beck and call…” Dani replied. “But having two men? It’s pretty fantastic.”
“I just bet it is.” Mrs. B sighed dreamily. “Don’t tell Doc I asked you. He doesn’t lean that way, but if he thought I wanted it, I think he just might give it a try. For me.”
I moved a little closer, changing the angle of my view. I could see them now as well as hear them, but I was pretty sure they couldn’t see my out in the darkness.
“Mason didn’t lean that way either. At least, I didn’t know he did.” Dani chuckled. “But Mason and Nico are… well, they spend plenty of time together.”
“Where are they tonight?” Mrs. B asked.
“Oh, Mason wanted to take Nico to a Detroit Tigers game. Nico is fascinated with baseball. It’s a boys’ night out.”
“Sounds like fun.” Mrs. B took a sip of her wine. “Doc should be back any time. I thought I’d bought two bottles of wine. I’ve been so busy lately, sometimes I think I’d forget my head if it wasn’t attached.”
“You all seem to be doing well,” Dani said. “Your children have gotten so big! They’re beautiful. So well-behaved.”
“Thank you. We’re good,” Mrs. B agreed. “We miss you, of course.”
There was something in her tone they both seemed to understand. Something passed between them with just a smile.
“What about Gretchen?” Dani asked.
“Gretchen?”
“Yes, your nanny. You aren’t…?” Dani shrugged. “I mean, the way she looks at you, I thought…”
“Oh my God, no,” Mrs. B exclaimed. “She’s so young. We tried a younger woman a while ago. It didn’t work out so well. Gretchen is just the nanny.”
Just the nanny. Like just the roommate.
I swallowed hard, gripping the pitcher hard in my fist.
“Did I tell you, we were approved as foster parents last month?” Mrs. B asked, changing the subject. “We’re hoping to adopt a baby.”
“Really?” Dani sounded genuinely surprised.
“Well you know, I had a lot of trouble conceiving Janie.” Mrs. B’s voice broke. She cleared her throat. “And after Henry was born, they had to take my uterus.”
“I know,” Dani responded softly.
“Haven’t you thought of having kids?” Mrs. B asked. “I mean… another…?”
“I’ve thought about it, but… I don’t know. I guess I just don’t want any more heartache.”
“There’s no guarantee it will happen again.” Mrs. B touched her friend’s arm.
“And no guarantee it won’t.” Dani sipped her wine. “Are you sure you want to go the foster care route? Wouldn’t regular adoption be safer?”
“Safer?” Mrs. B wrinkled her nose. “What do you mean?”
“Well, foster children sometimes go back to their parents, don’t they?”
“It’s true. We close lose a placement.” Mrs. B frowned. “It does happen. But adoption is much, much more expensive. And fostering… even if I had to give a child back, at least they had a home here with us for a little while.”
“I just know it’s not for me.” Dani sighed. “I know the pain of losing a child. I couldn’t… I just couldn’t. Not again.”
Their conversation was interrupted by Doc returning with the wine.
“Hey girls, are you up to no good?” He put the bottle down on the coffee table in front of them. I could see him through the screen and took a step back, hoping he really couldn’t see me.
“There he is,” Mrs. B said warmly. “What did you bring us?”
“Are you two trying to get me drunk?” Dani laughed.
“If we did, would you let us take advantage of you?” Doc grinned.
“Probably,” Dani replied coyly.
I walked back down the hill with the water pitcher and poured it over the fire, listening to it hiss as it went out. Janie and Henry were in the tent watching Lord of the Rings, the screen zipped up against the onslaught of mosquitos. I didn’t join them. Instead, I went into my own tent, curling up on my comfortable air mattress and zipping my mosquito netting closed. I just wanted a half an hour to myself. Between the Baumgartners’ guests and the Baumgartners’ kids, I’d been in “entertainment” mode for two days.
I stretched out and looked through the “moon roof” of my tent—really, it was the Baumgartners’ tent—up at the stars. I thought of Ronnie and wondered, if we were still “together,” if she would have taken advantage of tonight to be with Vince. I wondered if Dani’s two men, her husband and her lover, knew that she was going to spend the night in the Baumgartners’ bed.
Not that any of it was my business. Ronnie’s life wasn’t a part of mine anymore. I’d called her a few times, but she hadn’t returned my calls. And the Baumgartners—well, they had their right to privacy. If they both wanted to sleep with another woman, they were adults. Lots of people had open marriages. It didn’t bother me. I wasn’t one to judge.
What bothered me was how shocked Mrs. B had been when Dani hinted that the Baumgartners might be sleeping with me. Why had she denied it so vehemently? I mean, what she said was true—they weren’t sleeping with me. They’d never even hinted at wanting to. Which was another thing that kind of bothered me. I mean, not in a real way. It wasn’t a big deal. But they had seduced Ronnie, hadn’t they?
What was wrong with me?
I guess that’s what I was really thinking about as I looked up at the stars, just before I fell asleep. At least, that’s the last thing I remembered thinking about before Henry crawled into my tent. I heard the mosquito net zipper and grabbed the flashlight, shining it on him, relieved. I figured it was only one of the kids, but a momentary fear of an ax-wielding serial killer had flitted through my brain.
“What’s up?” I asked, directing the light to the tent wall and out of his eyes.
“Janie fell asleep.” He made a face. “She’s snoring and drooling all over her pillow. It’s gross.”
“Oh no, you’re not sleeping in here.” I shook my head. “Don’t even think about it.”
“No, I just want my iPod,” he reminded me. “So I can put on my earphones and listen to music.
”
I sighed, digging my phone out of my shorts pocket and checking the time. It was almost one in the morning. Surely the Baumgartners’ guest had gone back to her hotel room? She wouldn’t stay over until morning, of course. The Baumgartners were too careful for that. They didn’t even have a guest room anymore, since I’d moved in.
“Okay,” I agreed. “You stay here. I’ll be right back. Do not come up to the house for any reason, you understand me?”
“Got it.” He gave me the Boy Scout salute again.
I crawled out of the tent. The grass was damp on my bare feet as I made my way to the house. The French doors were closed now, but they weren’t locked. I peeked inside, listening, but didn’t hear anything.
If my luck held out, I could get down the hall to Henry’s room and back out without anyone knowing I’d ever been in the house. I went through the family room, into the kitchen. There were dishes still on the sink, including several wine glasses and two empty bottles of wine. I tiptoed past the stairs, down the hall toward the kids’ bedrooms. Henry’s was on the left, past the bathroom. I found his iPod and headphones next to his bed and grabbed it, putting it in my pocket before heading back down the hall again.
I was passing the stairs, heading toward the kitchen, when I heard them.
I should have kept going. In fact, I told myself that very thing. Keep going. Henry’s waiting. Don’t do this. But I did it anyway. I couldn’t seem to help myself. I turned and climbed up the carpeted stairs, avoiding the creaky fourth one. I’d lived there long enough now to know about the house’s little quirks.
What do you think you’re doing?
My brain was going wild, telling me to turn back, that I was risking my job and my future. I knew this was just plain crazy. But I peeked around the corner, seeing the Baumgartners’ door part way open. And I could hear them, even from here. I could hear their moans. The clear and unmistakable sound of sex.
“Oh God, Dani, yes!” That was Mrs. B. “Lick it! Yes! Yes!”