by Selena Kitt
“On the blanket.” He moved back so we could stretch out. Carrie kissed me down to the blanket, her soft hands moving over my ribs, down to my hips, pulling them to her so we were belly to belly. I was lost in her mouth, her touch, the tickle of her drying hair against my nose.
“How do you want us?” Carrie asked her husband as she broke our kiss.
I didn’t care how he wanted me. He could fold me into a pretzel and fuck my every orifice, as long as this never, ever ended. I wanted it forever. I wanted to keep both of them, my own little secret. Doc sat back on his heels, gazing at the two of us with dark, lust-filled eyes, considering. So many choices!
“On your backs.” He finally decided.
Carrie rolled, and I did too, both of us with our legs spread in anticipation, thighs and hips touching. Carrie slipped her hand into mine, lifting it to her mouth, kissing my palm, sucking my index finger between her lips. That made me moan, especially when Doc moved between my legs, his cock straight up in my line of vision.
But he didn’t put it in me right away like I thought he would.
Instead, he leaned in, hands on either side of me, easing his weight on me as we kissed. I wrapped my arms around his neck, letting my hands run through his hair as he tongue-fucked me. I felt his erection against my belly, trapped between us, and wanted it. I desperately wanted it. But I had to wait as Doc kissed his way down my throat, sending goose flesh down my arms, making my nipples pucker in response.
“My God, Gretchen.” He sighed happily, cupping my breasts in his hands, pressing them together, just like I had with his wife’s, and burying his face between them. “So fucking beautiful, baby.”
“Isn’t she?” Carrie wiggled closer, nuzzling my ear, her breath hot. “Have you looked at her little pussy up close? It’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen—or tasted.”
She licked the outer shell of my ear as Doc sucked my nipples. When he licked them, it was like he was licking my clit, arcs of fire shooting down to my core. I moaned and squirmed underneath him. My pussy was blazing with heat, sodden and impatient. I needed him. I needed to come. My orgasm was trapped deep in my belly, looking for a way out.
“Fuck, I have to taste you, baby.” Doc moved between my legs. One minute there, the weight of him delightful, the next gone, his big hands parting my thighs, his gaze moving over my flesh like laser beams, leaving fiery heat in his wake. “Oh Gretchen, you have the sweetest cunt.”
I moaned and pressed my hips up as he explored me, first with his eyes, then his fingers, parting my swollen lips, peering into the abyss of my cunt with the eyes of a man who wanted to drown. And then, finally, his tongue. The searing wet press of his mouth, covering my smooth lips, the white-blond tuft of pubic hair lightly brushing the end of his nose. The sensation was incredible, his mouth skilled, his fingers too, as they slipped into the velvet clutch of my pussy, curling deep inside.
“Ohhhh Doc!” I rolled and twisted, like I wanted to get away, but I didn’t. I wanted more, more, more! I shivered as Carrie knelt up beside me, grabbing my knees and pulling them back, giving him better access to my slit. He moaned against my flesh when she did that, unable to resist, sucking my clit deep before sliding his tongue down, down, around his probing fingers, licking my taint, and then, my ass.
“Oh! God!” I squealed, squirming, but Carrie held me still as he made his tongue hard, probing my tightly puckered hole, his fingers curling delightfully deep inside. And then Carrie dipped her head and joined her husband, sucking at my clit while he licked my ass and fingered my pussy. I arched and prayed for mercy, oh God, for some sort of relief.
And then it came. Doc knelt up between my legs and Carrie aimed and guided him, keeping my knees pulled back as he entered me. Fuck, Oh fuck. I was filled, completely filled by him. He let out a breath as he hit bottom, his eyes on mine. I ran my hand down his belly, hard, ridged, tanned, then touched the place where he entered me, the place where heaven began and ended.
“Fuck me,” I urged. “Oh please, fuck me!”
He grabbed my knees, pushing them back, spreading me like I was a wishbone and he was making a desperate wish. Carrie kept her head down on my belly, her ass in the air, watching her husband fuck me, right up close. Her mouth covered my clit, sucking and licking, making me cry out and clutch at her hips.
She took my hint and before I knew it, Carrie was straddling my face and I was parting her fat, tanned pussy lips with my eager tongue. God, she tasted good. Better than good. She tasted like paradise, sweet bliss, honey in my mouth. I swallowed her juices, trying to focus on her clit as her husband fucked me into oblivion.
I couldn’t hold on, I couldn’t let go, I couldn’t do anything but take it, again and again, deep and hard and spread wide for him. I heard him grunting with every thrust, a deep growl rising in the back of his throat. Carrie worked my clit, mashing it between her lips and her tongue. I’d never been fucked and licked at the same time—at least, not by a real cock, and Doc’s was very, very real, fleshy and filling me with the deepest of thrusts.
“Oh make me come!” I cried out to the clear blue sky, my hips rising up to meet him, belly undulating, working toward my climax. “Ohhhh Doc! Carrie! Ohhhh please! Please make me come!”
I wrapped my arms around Carrie’s round hips and ass, rubbing my face in her pussy, drowning as I climaxed, burying my scream in her cunt. My pussy closed around Doc’s dick like a silk trap, mauling his prick with wet heat. I felt Carrie shuddering on top of me, her tits mashed against my belly, her mouth still sucking my throbbing clit while her husband pounded my cunt.
“Ooooohhhh baby!” Doc groaned as the first spew of his cum gushed from the end of his dick as he pulled out, making me wail at the loss of him. A white hot spray washed over my pussy and Carrie was there, lapping it up, making me squirm on the blanket.
“Ahhhh fuck! Fuck!” There was more. Splashing my pussy, Carrie’s face. She rolled off me to get a better angle, coming at my pussy and Doc’s cock from the side, licking us both clean. She sucked her husband’s dick into her mouth, cupping his balls, squeezing gently, as if she could milk some more fiery liquid from his depths.
“Oh. God.” I shuddered, watching as Carrie knelt up and kissed him. He slid a hand behind her neck, his tongue snaking into her mouth, tasting himself.
And then she was kissing me, letting me taste too, stretched out beside me on the blanket. Doc stretched out on the other side, making me the sweet, creamy center in the middle of the perfect Baumgartner sandwich I’d always dreamed of. I don’t think I could have been happier. I stared up at the sky, the sun kissing my nipples, sticky cum drying on my pussy, as Carrie snuggled me, and Doc did too.
“You okay?” Doc’s hand moved in my hair, turning my face to him.
“Beyond.” I nodded and he kissed me, soft and sweet, breathing in my scent.
“You know we love you, right?” Carrie murmured, her hand trailing down my throat. “Oh Gretchen, you’re so beautiful. So sweet.”
“What about…” I turned my face to look at her. “I mean… is this okay? Is this safe?”
“We’ll be okay.” Carrie’s fingers stroked my shoulder. “I was scared of losing Holly, but I was afraid of losing you too. We want you, Gretchen. We love you. I didn’t want you ever to believe otherwise.”
“I thought…” Something caught in my throat. “I thought maybe it was me. That you didn’t want me or…”
“Oh sweetheart.” Carrie pressed her forehead to mine. “No, no, no. My God, we’ve been talking about doing this for over a year. We wanted to, but then you were with Veronica, and I didn’t want to ruin that for you. And when it didn’t work out with her, well… we wanted to give you some time. I wasn’t sure what you wanted…”
“I always wanted you. Always.”
I knew it was true. From the first time Ronnie told me about being with the Baumgartners, I’d been utterly fascinated with their sexual appetites. And then, after they rescued me from the Holmes’, after I�
��d worked for them, lived with them, I’d gone from someone who liked them from the outside, to someone who loved them on the inside. Being with the Baumgartners, being a part of them, had been something I’d secretly hoped for all along. But I was never one for getting my hopes up. They were too often dashed.
“And then we got Holly.” Carrie sighed. “And things got more complicated. I just got scared. But Doc’s right. You can’t live your whole life afraid something bad is going to happen. You have to go after what you want, because no one else will do it for you.”
“And you wanted me?” I asked, barely a whisper, hardly daring to hope.
“Desperately.” She touched her lips to my trembling ones. “I think Maureen taking the kids today was some sort of divine intervention—the universe wanted us together.”
I smiled at the irony. If Maureen Holmes knew that her action had facilitated this meeting, she would have been horrified. And that made me smile more.
“I didn’t know, not for sure,” I confessed. “Because… well… people leave me. Or they reject me. That’s just what they do. I… I’ve lost everything and everyone I ever cared about.
“I promise you, no matter what happens, we’re not leaving you,” Carrie assured me. “If you want to go, the door is open, but if you want to stay… you’re ours. Forever.”
“Really?” I felt a lump in my throat as Doc sat up on his elbow on my other side. He leaned in too, so we were all together, our breath mingling.
“Ours,” he agreed, turning to kiss my cheek. “We love you, baby.”
“I love you too.” I said the words to both of them, and meant it. I hadn’t loved too many people in my life, but I loved the Baumgartners. I was absolutely crazy about them and I knew I would do anything for them.
I felt like a kitten, belly up and purring in the sun, warm and surrounded by softness. Carrie was on one side, Doc on other, their legs thrown over mine, a hand covering my breast, his and hers. They had both drifted off but I couldn’t, probably out of habit, because my ear was tuned to the baby monitor on the patio table, listening for Holly. I could hear her breathing—that’s how good the monitor was—and she was still sound asleep. But I was too vigilant to fall asleep myself.
Thank God. Otherwise I wouldn’t have heard Maureen Holmes’ sharp intake of breath when she came around the corner and saw us. I tilted my head back at the sound and saw her standing at the edge of the house, just coming around the side. She stared with wide, shocked eyes, jaw dropped, a strange image to see from my angle, upside down.
Then she turned and stumbled off.
I bolted, panicked. I had to stop her. Explain. Something.
“Where are you going?” Doc muttered when I shimmied out from under their arms like a snake, grabbing a towel from the back of one of the chairs, wrapping it around myself.
“I’ll be right back.” I stage-whispered, not wanting to wake Carrie, who had slept through my escape. “I think I heard the baby.”
“I didn’t hear anything.”
“I’m just gonna go check on her.” I grabbed the monitor—just in case—and opened the sliding back door.
I ran through the house and out onto the front porch. Maureen Holmes was just getting into her Lexus. I noticed there was no one in the car.
“Wait!” I cried, panting from my sprint, grabbing her arm. “It isn’t what you think!”
“I forgot to get these signed.” Her face was white, voice strained, as she held up a clutch of papers in her fist. “For camp… I just…”
“Listen, what you saw…” I swallowed, trying to think of a way to erase it from her brain, to find the right words.
“Oh, I know what I saw.” She shook me off, that clouded look lifting, eyes brimming with anger. “What kind of sick perverts are you? I’m reporting you to the authorities!”
“The authorities?” I clutched my towel tighter around me, glad there wasn’t another house or neighbor here for a mile or more. “What we’re doing isn’t illegal, Mrs. Holmes.”
“It’s immoral and that’s bad enough.” She balled up the papers in her fist and tossed them into the car. “Those poor children. You expose them to this filth?”
“They’re innocent. They don’t know anything,” I insisted, racking my brain for something, anything, that would stop this woman from ruining my life—ruining all our lives. “Do your children know you had a threesome with the Baumgartners?”
That stopped her. Her face, which had drained completely of blood, now filled with it.
“That was long before I had children, young lady!” She actually shook her finger at me, lecturing. Then her tone changed to self-righteous. “That was before I’d fully accepted Christ into my heart.”
“You had a fiancé,” I reminded her, playing my next card. “And you married him and had his children. Does he know what you did with the Baumgartners?”
“I’m leaving,” she whispered, but I grabbed her arm again to keep her from getting into the car, hoping to appeal to her younger self, the one that had to still be in there, the one who had existed before all the crazed, fundamental cult-like religion warped her perception.
“I know you loved them,” I said. “And I know they loved you. Do you really want to ruin their lives because you can’t tolerate some else’s way of life? Are you that much of a hypocrite?”
I saw something flicker in her eyes, some memory, some feeling. That’s when it occurred to me that maybe she wasn’t so much angry as she was… hurt. Jealous? Was it possible?
“This is sick and twisted.” Maureen shook my hand off her arm for a second time, getting into her car, but I stood in the way of the door. “And it needs to be stopped.”
“Well then I’m sure your husband would be interested in the sick and twisted things you were doing with the Baumgartners.” It was nearly my last card to play. I was desperate.
“He won’t believe you.” She looked at me like I was a bug she wanted to squash, trying to shut her door, but I was literally in the way.
“He’ll believe me when I show him pictures,” I said softly, bending down so I knew she heard me, holding my towel close.
“Doc said…” She turned her head to me, eyes dazed, confused. “He said he’d never…”
“He didn’t.” I shook my head. We were close enough I could smell the coffee on her breath, a Starbucks cup sitting in the cup holder. “I found them. But I will show them to your husband if you say a word to anyone about this. Anyone. Do you understand me?”
“I…” She swallowed, hands gripping the steering wheel, looking straight ahead now through the windshield, looking for all the world like she wished she’d never come today, had never seen us, and that was good. That was exactly what I was hoping for.
“Do. You. Understand. Me?” I emphasized each word.
“Yes.” She snapped her head toward me. That wasn’t just anger in her eyes anymore. That was hate. She hated me for making her look back, making her face those two parts of herself, the two parts she swore would never meet. “Now get out of my way.”
I stepped back, shutting her door for her, and she started the car. I watched from the porch as she drove away, hearing Holly beginning to stir. I’d almost forgotten I had the baby monitor in my hand. I went inside, closing the front door behind me and locking it, as if I could lock her out, as if that one act could keep her from doing what I feared most. Had she believed me? I hoped so. Because I wasn’t kidding. If she decided to hurt me or the Baumgartners, I would do everything in my power to hurt her back. In my world, there was no God looking over us from on high—and life was too short to wait for karma.
Chapter Nine
The Baumgartners hired a babysitter and took me to a bar called “Captain Tony’s.”
We drank a lot and danced together, the three of us moving as one, arms draped around each other, mouths often slanting, hers, mine, his. No one cared. This was Key West—everyone was wild and gender was unbelievably fluid.
A guy approached
, asked me to dance. He was cute—dark hair, scruff on his chin, blue eyes—and Carrie waved me onto the dance floor with him. I didn’t want to leave the two of them, it felt a little like cheating, but he was a good dancer and had me smiling and laughing by the end of the song.
He bought me a drink at the bar and we talked a while, but I kept looking over at the Baumgartners and finally, I excused myself to go back and join them.
“You can bring him home if you want.” Carrie leaned in to whisper this into my ear. She was looking at him, still sitting alone at the bar. I did kind of feel a little bad, leaving him like that. He seemed like a nice enough guy. “Or you can go home with him. What’s his name?”
“David.” I smiled. “That’s not against the rules?”
“Gretchen, you’re free.” Carrie laughed, throwing her arms wide. “You can do what you want. Or who you want. Boys, girls. In between. Life is too short to limit yourself.”
“But before, Doc said he couldn’t touch me…” I glanced over at him, sipping his beer and keeping an eye on the television. Some game was on, but I didn’t even know what sport was being played, let alone who was playing it. I remembered that little photography session on the beach, when he said he could look but not touch.
“That was before we decided to be with you.” She nudged me playfully under the table with her knee. “Now that we have, well… anything goes. You can be with me, with him. You can bring home anyone you want.”
I’d never felt so free and so contained at the same time.
We spent the night drinking, dancing, until we were all hot and sweaty and desperately hungry for each other. We took a cab back to the timeshare, relieving the babysitter. It was strange, letting someone else do my job so I could go out with the Baumgartners.
We all stopped in to check on the baby in my room. She was sleeping peacefully and, as we crept into the big bed together, we reminded each other to be quiet. We didn’t want to wake her. Of course, we all forgot, at various times during the night, but thankfully, she slept through until morning.