The Sharing of Carlene

by Laran Mithras

  Then they were kissing. Just a light kiss. Light thrills drifted down her spine and her knees wobbled a little.

  A British growl of approval from the uncle drifted to them. “That's it lad, go for a good grab while you're at it.”

  She felt his hand slide down and cup her ass, pulling her in.

  Oh my, he's touching my butt in front of everyone.

  She pressed in, kissing harder, blushing deeper.

  Uncle called out. “Now you've got it.”

  She heard Jim chuckle.

  She felt Russel's bulge become a little more prominent. She giggled, pulling her head back. She was still pressed against him in a hug. “Umm--”

  “Sorry, I seem to be getting excited. Your kisses are so nice.” He lifted a hand and brushed back her hair off her ear.

  Tingles and chills raced down her neck and along her arms.

  “Kiss her again, you fool.” Uncle was exasperated.

  Suddenly his hands were at her back and head, pulling her back in.

  Her head swam as their lips met again. His tongue probed in, gentle, hungry. She kissed him back, the room swimming. She tried to hold onto him with her hands and tongue.

  His hands drifted up and down her back and over her butt - pulling her in gently when he cupped her ass. She squirmed her hips when he did, relishing the feel of his hardness rubbing against her pelvic bone and clit. One hand came up and tangled in her hair.

  She drifted, floating, tingling to the kiss. She wasn't sure how long it went on. She met his tongue with hers, kissed back harder when he did and lightened when he did. When they broke the kiss, she gasped for breath, leaning heavily against him.

  The room was cheering.

  Russel gripped her head in both hands with care. He planted a light kiss on her lips. “That was wonderful, thank you.”

  The British uncle was laughing, slapping Jim on the back and patting his shoulder. Her husband was nodding and grinning.

  She knew she was blushing. She said to Russel, “Oh, sure. I mean, your kisses are very nice. I enjoyed them.” No one else except my husband kisses me like that. Eric never kissed me and neither did Rod nor Andy. She leaned up and gave him a quick peck in return for his peck.

  British uncle laughed. He said to Jim, “I don't believe they're bloody well done yet.”

  One of the Italian uncles had grabbed both of Lucia's feet and was trying to pull her from under the table.

  Jim got to his feet to save the poor woman the embarrassment of being dragged like a sack of grain. He motioned to the table and bent to lift. The uncle got the idea and helped.

  Table aside, Jim leaned down and reached under her arms to pull her upright. She was a little on the heavy side and his hands had trouble finding purchase. They ended up cupping her ample boobs.

  “Someone better get some mistletoe over here. His hands are all over Lucia's boobs,” Uncle said.

  Lucia giggled as if being tickled but her eyes remained closed. “I knew he was one of Evelyn's.”

  “If you squeeze more than once, I think I'll be mad,” Uncle said.

  Jim was flushed a deep red.

  He's mortified. Ha. Serves him right.

  Auntie started to slip and he bent down quickly so as not to drop her.

  The British uncle said, “He's looking down her top, now. This is getting better by the second.”

  Jim laughed, turning redder. He lifted, and his hands shifted with the lift, once again cupping her breasts.

  “Uh, oh,” said Uncle. “I think he likes it.”

  “You're in trouble now,” said British uncle. “She'll be eloping with a younger bloke.”

  Jim finally managed to transfer control over to the Italian uncle.

  Uncle staggered a little. “Eh, maybe I should have let the young man carry her, even if he was pawing her boobs.”

  “I wasn't--” Jim said.

  A British aunt was fanning herself. “If I collapse in a faint, will he help me up, too?”

  “Gah, she's eaten too many of those bourbon balls.” British uncle gained his feet. “Let's go, Evelyn.”

  Jim stood by her.

  Carlene leaned over as if to whisper but said loud enough for everyone to hear, “Honey, did you have to feel up Lucia's breasts in front of everyone?”

  That drew laughter from the whole family.

  He returned to that satisfying deep red flush. “Oh, you need a spanking.”

  Lucia tittered. “He spanks, too? Oooo.” Her squeal of delight caused more laughter.

  “I think you better practice your spanking there, mate,” said British uncle to Italian uncle.

  Italian uncle gave a flip of his head and an exaggerated eyeroll.

  “Will he be here next year?” Lucia said.

  Russel was rubbing his head, laughing, but looking nervously at her and Jim.

  Was he worried about something?

  Russel began shooing his relatives out.

  She and Jim moved about, cleaning up their own area and putting the coffee table back into place. It was near midnight.

  “Oh, no no, you two don't have to do that.” Russel was waving his hands.

  “Oh, it's nothing,” Jim said. “We helped make the mess; we'll help clean it up.”

  “Ah well, then, thanks. I hope my relatives didn't shock you.”

  “Shock?” she said. “They were hilarious.”

  He laughed, nervously, but in relief. “Ah, okay. Some people are a little reserved.”

  “Oh we were fine. I just hope your relatives didn't mind my husband feeling up your aunt's--”

  “I wasn't feeling them up.”

  “I saw several squeezes there.”

  “You really need a spanking.”

  She placed her hands on her hips and tilted them, as if to say, “I dare you.”

  Jim shook his finger at her.

  Russel's laugh was much more relieved.

  “I'm surprised,” she said, “that you didn't reach your hands up their skirts.”

  “Bah.” Jim reached for her.

  She saw that look in his eyes. Fierce. Playful. Uh oh. She squealed and dodged his grab.

  “Russel, help me get her.”

  She screamed in panic. She was going to get tickled. Or spanked. The thought was terrifying.

  She dodged a grinning Russel and backed into her husband. He gripped her arms.

  “Grab her feet or she'll kick.”

  She squealed, caught. “No no, I'm sorry.”

  Jim's grin said she wasn't getting off without a spanking. She blushed. I'm going to get spanked in front of Russel? How embarrassing.

  She laughed, gasped, tried to scream all at once. “Please--”

  “Shush you. Get what you deserve.”

  They manhandled her over to the couch.

  Oh no! She struggled, kicking her legs in Russel's grip and trying to unfasten her arms from her husband's. She was dizzy, laughing, trying to breathe, and trying to escape.

  The couch got closer.

  “Let's get her down,” Jim said.

  She struggled harder.

  She was dragged down and ended up with her face in her husband's lap as he had control of her upper body. She lay face down, her hips in Russel's lap.

  “You'll have to be the one that spanks her,” Jim said to Russel.

  “Oh, lucky me.” He pulled up her skirt.

  She squealed in panic.

  But he used her movement to raise her skirt all the way up. Her panties were exposed.

  “What an adorable little ass,” he said.

  She hadn't thought she could blush any deeper, but she did.

  The first slap was light.

  She still screamed.

  Jerks. Let me up.

  The second slap stung.

  “Give her some more,” Jim said.

  Four more slaps rained down, hard, but not too hard. Playful hard.

  She writhed around on Russel's lap, her butt-cheeks stinging. She felt him harden unde
rneath her.

  He shifted a little, bringing his lump more in line with her clit.

  Mmm, that feels good. She found herself grinding her clit down onto his hardness.

  “I always rub a little in case I spanked too hard,” her husband said.

  “Ah, yeah.”

  Russel's warm hand rested on her butt-cheek and began a slow rub.

  It felt nice.

  “Give it a rub all over; she likes that.”

  “Okay,” Russel said. His voice was almost a pant. His fingers trailed gently over her butt, rubbing, circling. When they circled lower, toward the area between her legs, she couldn't stop herself from opening her legs for his fingers.

  She wanted him to touch her.

  His fingers teased nearby.

  Her hips pumped up and down, pressing repeatedly against Russel's very hard bulge.

  “Yeah,” said Jim. “She likes that.”

  His fingers dipped down and pressed gently at her panty-covered hole.

  She moaned.

  Then they dipped lower and rubbed over her clit.

  She groaned, too loud.

  “That's a mighty fine job you did spanking her. But maybe I should get her home.”

  Russel's hand withdrew and straightened her skirt.

  Jim is going to pay. Teasing jerk.

  She would have to wait until she got home before she was satisfied. But she felt better about it being her husband toying with her.

  CHAPTER 18

  Carlene laid in bed the next evening. “So you invited him over for New Year's?”

  “I did.” He put down his book. “Nine o'clock.”

  “Did you two plan that spanking?”

  “No. Did you like it?”

  She laughed softly. “It was a surprise. I was so embarrassed.”

  “Why be? Everyone enjoyed it.”

  “He sure did. He was all erect under me.”

  “Did you like it?”

  Yes. “I sort of used his bulge to rub my clit.”

  “Very nice.” He reached his hand down and toyed with her panties. “Could you feel it when you kissed him?”

  She moaned, her hips giving an involuntary heave.

  “Oh, you enjoyed the kisses, huh?”

  She reached over and fondled him. “Yes, they were nice. He was so gentle and caring.”

  “Mmm, good. I'm glad you enjoyed them.”

  “None of the others ever kissed me.”

  “Others?”

  “Eric, Rod, or Andy.”

  “No?” He appeared lost in thought.

  “Nope.”

  “Shame.”

  “They didn't seem to care. But Russel seemed to be focused on me and what pleased me.”

  “Hmmph, Who woulda thought?”

  “At least in kissing anyway. I don't know how to read the spanking.”

  “He touched you... here?”

  She let out a groan. “Yes.”

  “You liked it?”

  “I was almost out of control.”

  “Aw, I shouldn't have stopped it then.”

  “No, Jim, I'm glad you did.”

  “Why?”

  “I've had three men who couldn't seem to be bothered with me as a person or who I was, what I wanted, what I felt. Only you treat me that deeply.”

  “But you said Russel's kisses were--”

  “But those were just kisses.”

  “Kissing is usually a good indication of what a man feels.”

  “Hmm,” she said. “If he had moved my panties aside and fucked me right there on the couch with my head in your lap, would you have been happy?”

  He moaned deep, his penis expanding. “Yes. Well, no. Only if you were.”

  She wasn't sure about how or why, but somehow, that felt right.

  * * *

  Carlene answered the door. “Hi, Russel.”

  He entered into the space she vacated. His smile was open and went all the way to his eyes, crinkling them in pleasure.

  He leaned in and gave her a quick kiss on the lips.

  “I didn't lay a mistletoe trap for you.” She pointed to the empty doorframe overhead.

  He reached a hand to her cheek and smoothed back her hair.

  Chills ran down her spine.

  “I just thought a kiss to greet you felt right.”

  “I can draw a picture,” Jim said, “of mistletoe and tape it up over all our doorframes.”

  She giggled and Russel laughed.

  Jim nodded, smiling. He shook Russel's hand. “Why don't we just pretend there's mistletoe over every doorframe so you both don't break down in laughter over my scribblings?”

  “Deal.” Russel nodded. He turned to her and winked. “Yes?”

  She blushed, rolling her eyes. “Okay, deal, then.”

  “Ah, then we're under this door and you must get kissed.” He grabbed her in a gentle hug, old fashioned style, twisting and bending her down for a kiss. It was fast, but just long enough to be sensuous.

  “There you go,” Jim said. “Off on the right track.”

  They moved into the living room. A New Years music CD was playing and the gas fireplace hissing as it put forth a comfortable heat and flickering light.

  Russel stood by the fire, warming himself, after the short trek through the December cold from his house to theirs.

  Jim poured him a scotch and handed it to him.

  “Thanks, friend.”

  “More where that came from. Don't be shy.”

  “My crew wishes to extend their thanks as well for a working Christmas season.”

  Jim tilted his head. “They don't like Christmas-time off?”

  Russel shook his head. “Not at all. They still spend Christmas Eve and Christmas Day with their families, but this allows them to work and provide a happier Christmas.”

  “Ah.”

  “In construction, you are unemployed until the next job.”

  “Stressful?” Jim said.

  “Sometimes, yes. There is still work here and there, but mostly just one-day repair jobs. A contract for a project means we're employed for months.”

  “I can see where that would help.”

  “If Carlene continues to help on my bids, we won't have to rely on quickie repair jobs. Pound for pound, we charge more for repair work, but the work isn't consistent. We can't control the rate or flow of repair requests.”

  She lifted her glass and studied it intently. Then she waved a hand an inch over it, around in circles. In a monotone voice she said, “Yes, yes, it is clearer now. I foresee you winning all of the bids for the foreseeable future.”

  Jim snickered.

  Russel smiled a big smile of relief. “I promise not to pad my bid. I wouldn't want you to get in trouble--”

  “I didn't think you would. Don't worry about it; my position is very safe.”

  “Ah, good then.” He waved his glass towards the dining room table. “You liked my gift?”

  She went and stood by him, by the fire. Looking up into his eyes, she said, “Very much so. Thank you.”

  A pleased look so bald and blatant crossed his features. It made her heart melt.

  “I hope I matched your style--”

  “Perfectly.”

  “I know everyone has their own style and taste.”

  She touched his arm. “It was perfect.”

  Jim nodded. “It was, thank you.”

  “I want to save that fine scotch whisky you gave me for summer. Maybe you two could come swim on the weekends.”

  Thrills went through her like an electric current. Will you masturbate while looking at me? “Oh, we would absolutely love to.”

  Jim smiled so big she thought his teeth would fall out of his head.

  She thought of both men masturbating to her and she had to shift her hips to try squirming for some kind of stimulation to her clit.

  “I need more drink,” she said.

  “That was fast,” said Jim.

  “The ice takes up a lot o
f room.” She showed him her glass. It was still filled with blocky ice cubes.

  He nodded. There was less ice in his glass.

  She went to the kitchen and refilled.

  Russel joined her a few seconds later with an empty glass.

  “You drank yours that fast?” she said.

  “On purpose.” He jiggled the ice around.

  “Oh?”

  “Mmm, your husband seems very loose around me? Suggestive, maybe?”

  She raised her eyebrows. “It's obvious?”

  He nodded. “Most men might take to fists over a mistletoe kiss.”

  “Jim is protective of me.”

  “Should I be worried he might explode or something?”

  “No.”

  His eyebrows drew down. “I wouldn't want to overstep--”

  “You're not overstepping anything.”

  He nodded slowly. But he did not look all too convinced.

  “Look, test it. Kiss me out there. He's fine.”

  “By the fire?”

  “By the fire.” She smiled.

  “Alright, then. But I really don't want to--”

  She shook her head. “He likes it when I'm treated well.”

  “Well, I hope I treat you well, then.”

  She gave him a bright smile. “You do, actually.”

  “He wasn't mad over the spanking thing?”

  “No, he liked it.”

  “Oh?”

  “Yes, 'oh.'”

  He laughed.

  “I'm going out to the fire.” Her eyes suggested he follow.

  He did after pouring himself another scotch.

  Surprising her, Russel set his drink on the small mantle and wrapped her in a loose hug. Then he started moving.

  Oh, he's dancing. His moving sort of matched the music, but it was slow.

  Jim sat on the couch facing the fire, nodding and smiling.

  “I'm nothing of a dancer.”

  “You seem to be moving okay,” Russel said.

  “Don't expect me to break out and do disco or something.”

  He laughed. Then he patted her head and smoothed her hair, bringing her head to his chest. “You're doing fine.”

  His hand was gentle and felt wonderful, sending shivers down her back. She tilted her face to his and their mouths met. Their lips caressed each other's. Their tongues wrestled lightly in a kiss that grew in heat and passion.

  Soon they were standing still, their mouths consuming them. Her pussy felt as if on fire and she felt his hardness pressed against her.