FIRESTORM

By

Donna M.

 

We were having another of our raging arguments.

�Look, I know why you want to go to the Stuarts� party,� Jake said.  �Sean will be there.�

�It�s not about Sean,� I almost yelled.  �It�s never about Sean, and the sooner you get that through your thick skull the better off we�ll be.�

�Don�t give me that shit, Emma��never about Sean��like hell it isn�t, or are you forgetting about how he was practically finger-fucking you last Christmas?�

No, I couldn�t forget that.  There was no �practically� about it; Sean had been finger-fucking me, and I�d been about to cum when Jake caught us.  We all had way too much to drink at the Harris� Christmas party.  Sean and his wife Jackie were there along with many of our friends.  I always had a thing for Sean, and considered Jackie to be an ice queen and undeserving of such a fine man.  He was over six feet tall, with light brown hair that always looked little-boy tussled no matter what he did with it.  His smile was engaging, his eyes mesmerizing and his body solid.

Okay, you got the picture; I was hot for the man.  Sometimes I am hot for any man; too hot for my own good.

Before that evening, I never would have thought of actually giving in to my cravings for Sean.  Socially we would flirt, but otherwise he gave no indication he wanted it to go any further.  We were both happily married, and that was that.  Then came the Christmas party.

Mike and Linda Harris were the established hosts in the neighborhood.  They could be counted on to throw great pool parties all summer, Super Bowl parties each year, as well as the occasional holiday bash, offering their spacious house and their limitless hospitality.  This last Christmas was where Sean found me in the kitchen, too drunk, trying to help our hostess, and therefore making a fool of myself in the process.

�Emma, how much have you had?�

I laughed, and said, �Oh, a few�not too many.�  All I needed to do right then is hiccup and we�d all be laughing, instead of just me.

�Let�s leave Linda and the rest of these fine folks to what they�re doing. I think they�ve got it all under control.�  He took my elbow and guided me out of the room.

�I�m okay, really I am,� I said to him as he led me to a small settee in one of the large house�s many rooms.

�I know you�re okay, Emma, but you have had one too many, I think, and I wanted to protect your dignity.�

�You�re a sweet man,� I said and planted a slobbering kiss on his cheek.

�Where�s Jake?�

I looked around. �Nope, don�t see him; probably chasing one of the neighborhood MILFs around.�

Sean chuckled.  �That can�t be,� he said. �You�re the neighborhood MILF.�

I looked up at him there, sitting next to me, and said, �You think so?�

He held up his drink glass.  �See, you�re so hot my ice melted just by being close to you.�

�Oh Sean, you�re always so nice to me.�  I looked around, this time for Jackie.  �Where�s your wife?�

�Like Jake, she�s around here someplace.�

�Then I guess this will be okay,� I said, and pulled him to me, meeting his lips with mine.  With my inhibitions lowered by alcohol, I kissed him deeply, as I�d always longed to do.  He responded in kind, his tongue probing and his lips moist and inviting.  When our kiss finally ended, I exclaimed �Whew, oh God, my thong is soaked.�

�We shouldn�t be doing this,� he said.

�Why, because our spouses are around here somewhere? Why don�t you see how wet I am?� oblivious to anyone around us, before lowering my voice to a whisper and adding, �For you.�

No one was around us, so his hand tentatively worked up my thigh, under my skirt, until he came to my cunt.  He moaned so I knew he found me as wet as I�d claimed.  His fingers slid my thong aside and one found its way between my swollen labia.  It was my turn to moan.  His fingertip moved around my vulva, caressing my clit before going deeper.  He worked around my g-spot, moving his finger faster and faster, and I knew I was close to orgasm.

�There you are�what the�?�  It was Jake, who was hovering above us as Sean slowly removed his hand, though no amount of stealth could hide the fact of what he�d been doing.

I got up from the small couch and forcefully moved my husband away from Sean, not wanting a scene.  Soon we were in the car and heading home.  On the way, I apologized over and over for what I�d done.  He called me a slut, and I supposed I was, since the only thing I regretted was not experiencing the full orgasm that I knew would have occurred.

That�s what happened at the Christmas party.  Since then we�d seen Sean and Jackie in social settings but never that intimate.  The Stuarts� gathering would test my mettle, and my husband knew it, thus our argument.

 

It wasn�t quite summer yet, still cool, so to call the party a pool party would be misleading.  The Stuarts were a younger couple, a little overweight but nonetheless good looking.  One thing you noticed right away when you met them was how touchy-feely they were.  Rumors abounded that they had a secret life, but no one in the neighborhood could actually swear to it.

From the moment we arrived, Jake watched me like a hawk. Mingling turned into a bizarre ritual, especially if I struck up a conversation with one of the men.  Sean was the special case, of course.  If I even got close to him, Jake was quickly at my side like a talisman to ward off an evil force.  His jealousy was fueling something within me, a thrill beyond anything I could cogently describe, but a thrill nonetheless.

I let that sense of thrill drive me toward every man in the house, at least the ones I found mildly attractive.  After a few drinks my sex drive was in high gear and I was well-lubricated (in all senses of the phrase).  I remembered an old saying attributed to Dorothy Parker so long ago, that fit my mood exactly:

�I like to have a martini,

Two at the very most,

After three I�m under the table,

After four I�m under my host.�

My first target was our host, Bill Stuart.

I found him out on the patio, deep in conversation with a blond I didn�t know.  One thing I did know was that Bill was in full blitz mode, working to get the woman out of her panties (if she indeed was wearing any).  It was that obvious.  OK, Billy boy, are you man enough to relieve me of mine? I thought as I approached them.  The patio duo became a trio, though Bill Stuart didn�t seem pleased by my intrusion.  He introduced me to the blond; her name was Jenny and had just moved into the next block.  Bill had indeed struck out, since Jenny took the opportunity of my arrival to extricate herself.

�Didn�t look to me as if you were gonna score,� I said.

�A man�s gotta try, right?�

�How�s your wife with all the �trying�?�

He smiled.  �Elaine �tries� a whole lot more than I do. Maybe she�s already �tried� with Jake. You think so?�

�I�d be the last to know that, wouldn�t I?�

�I suppose so. Jake isn�t the open minded soul I am, so who knows what he�s done.�

�Open minded�like swapping?  Seeing your wife with another man�or two? Hearing her cum by someone else�s doing?�

�Paints a nice picture; have you tried it? Swinging, that is?� he said as he moved closer to me.  �You�d be the center of attention at a house party, I think. Sean�s always saying how hot you are.�

�Sean doesn�t know me at all, so he shouldn�t be talking�though I am hotter than hell,� I said as I rubbed my hand against the front of his shorts and began walking away.  As I did, I looked back over my shoulder at him, and added, �Maybe someday you�ll find out for yourself.�

I didn�t really think there was much of a chance he would, but after another drink, who knew?  Oh yes, he had a hard-on.

As I went back inside, I heard a voice behind me say, �Thanks for rescuing me.�  I turned to see Jenny, the blond who Bill had been hitting on, sipping a drink and eyeing me coolly.  She formally introduced herself.

�You�re welcome, though when I went out there I hardly knew you needed rescuing.�

�Mr. Stuart gives me the creeps. The man only thinks of one thing, it seems.�

�I know what you mean, but face it Jenny, just about all men think of that one thing first and foremost.�

�Yeah, I guess, though I sometimes wonder about my husband.�

�Your husband�s not the lovin� kind, I take it.�

�Not really. Jesus, sometimes I think he�s a closet gay.�

�I need to meet this man. Any man who�s married to a doll like you and doesn�t react like Bill Stuart, is either nuts, or gay.�

�You�re my kind of woman, Emma,� she said to me before taking my arm and guiding me toward a group of conversing folks.  �Let me introduce you. His name is Kevin.�  Before we got there, she pulled to a stop and whispered, �Hey, I�ve got an idea if you�re up for it. Why don�t you come on to him and see what he does?�

I realized Jake was in the same group of people.  �You know, that might be a fun idea, especially since my husband is over there too.�

We whispered a few conspiratorial comments on spousal jealousy before we approached them.  Her husband certainly fit a gay stereotype, a physically fragile looking man with effeminate features.  As unobtrusively as I could, I sidled up to him and intruded on the conversation.

�You�re new in the area, aren�t you? My name�s Emma.�  I was so close I actually rubbed against him as I spoke.

He tried to open some distance between us but I wouldn�t let him.  �Ah, er, yes, I�m Kevin, Kevin Bales. My wife and I just moved in.�

I glanced over at Jenny, who was watching intently, and gave her a wink.  I said to Kevin, �Well, I�ll have to think of a nice welcoming gift for you. Is that beautiful blond over there your wife? If it is, you�re one lucky man to sleep with her, I mean, every man in this room is checking her out, wishing he was the one she�d climb into bed with, even my husband,� I said, pointing toward where Jake was standing, watching me with a puzzled expression on his face.

Kevin looked Jake�s way as well.  �Yes, I�m a lucky guy to have her as my wife.�  His voice betrayed jealousy; maybe he was worried he�d lose her one of these days, if she wasn�t lost already.

I leaned even closer, and whispered, �I bet I know what makes her feel lucky. I bet you�ve got a monster in your pants, one that if other women saw it they�d go green with envy.�  He was momentarily speechless, completely flustered by my brazenness.  �Maybe I can be your welcoming gift,� I added quickly.

I brushed my hand against his pants-front.  No bulge.  Poor Jenny, I thought.

I gave Jenny a look, one I hoped conveyed sisterly solace for her unfortunate lot in life, at least in regards to her marital bed.  She smiled back, giving me a small shoulder shrug in reply.

When I turned, there was Sean.  �You�re looking frisky tonight. Though I would think you�d hit on someone other than Mr. Bales.�

I glanced around worriedly, thinking that Kevin could hear what he said.  Kevin was oblivious, deep in conversation with another man, so I turned back to Sean.  �What? You don�t like waiting in line?�

�For you, I�d wait forever.�

�You may have to,� I replied, watching my husband watch me.

Sean leaned closer, and in a whisper said, �You know how much I want you. And dammit, I know how much you want me, even if you try hard not to show it.�

I leaned closer too, and said, �I know, Sean. It�s just how things are, that�s all. It doesn�t mean we�re going to find out what we�ve been missing any time soon.�

The look in his eyes was pure lust.  I glanced back at Jake to see if he was still watching, and surprisingly found him in a touchy-feely conversation with Sean�s wife, Jackie.  Was that anything more than the two of them reacting in shared jealousy?  Then again, maybe the ice queen was thawing.

It wasn�t until later in the party, long after Bill and Sean hit on me again with liquor-freed inhibitions that Jenny stumbled into me.

�Oh, I�m sorrrrrry�Emma�I guess I�ve had way too much to drink, and I think Kevin went home�without me.�

�How could your husband leave without you? Did something happen between you two tonight?� I asked.

Jenny looked down at herself, and that�s when I noticed her clothing seemed disheveled somewhat.  She said, �Well�maybe I was a bad girl,� before hiccupping.

�Okay, who�d you fuck?�

She sheepishly answered, �It was kinda like with Elaine and Linda.�

Wow.  I could see Elaine, especially if the rumors were true, but Linda?  I never would have guessed the prim Mrs. Harris would participate in any all-girl threesome.  The incredulity reached my vocal chords: �Linda?� I muttered.

Jenny laughed, and said, �Oh yeah, Linda really knows how to�you know, er��

�Lick pussy,� I said, finishing, I supposed, what she couldn�t spit out.

Probably embarrassed, she could only nod in agreement.

I took her by the arm and pulled her farther aside.  �You want me to take you home?�

Her expression changed, and she whispered, �I want to l�l�lick�you,� making it clear to me that liquor surely helped overcome her inhibitions.

�C�mon Jenny, let�s get out of here. I�ll walk you home since you don�t live very far away.�

I went into the Stuarts� spare bedroom where I�d thrown my spring jacket onto the bed when I arrived.  Jenny followed me in, but said she didn�t have a jacket.

A couple was on the bed, fucking wildly when I went in.  Unless it was our host or hostess, I felt no remorse in interrupting them.  �I need my jacket,� I said.

The woman wasn�t listening; on her back and too busy, wailing �Yes� and �Faster� and similar exultations of sexual joy, to pay attention to anything other than what was bringing her rapidly to orgasm.  In that second, I could tell the man between her splayed legs was hungrily responding to her exhortations, nailing her with wild exuberating.  That�s when I recognized the thrusting man.

It was Jake.

The woman he was fucking was Jackie.

I couldn�t believe it.

I grabbed my jacket and herded tipsy Jenny from the bedroom.

�You leaving so soon?� Sean said, right outside the door where his wife was getting screwed by my husband.

Did he know?  �Yeah, I�m getting this girl home before she tips over,� indicating the teetering Mrs. Bales.

�Let me help you,� he said, taking Jenny by the arm.

�Where�s Jackie?�  I had to ask, after all.

�Somewhere. She can take care of herself. Let�s go.�

She was taking care of herself, alright.

As I said before, Sean was a strong, virile man, and I enjoyed watching the simple yet forceful way he guided the inebriated woman to the front door.  I flashed back to the party at the Harris�s and his finger working me into a frenzy.  Then I thought of the tableau I just witnessed; the �Ice Queen� melting enough to seduce my husband�the man who flew into a rage any time her husband and I were mentioned in the same breath.  The countless times I fantasized about Sean came flooding back. 

I took Jenny by the other arm and the three of us headed up the street.  As we walked, Jenny began to flirt with Sean, leaning into him for support beyond what she truly required.  The pretty, well-put-together blond was, I guessed, difficult for any man to resist, and Sean appeared to be no exception.

My house was on the way to hers.  When we were nearing my front walk, Jenny turned to me and said, �Can we go to your house? I don�t want to go home.�

That was it: the proposition, all hidden within her innocent sounding question.  My house.  With Sean and me.  With Jake still at the Stuarts�s.  The way Sean looked at first Jenny then me I knew he was already contemplating the possibilities, if he hadn�t been doing that all along.

Decision time.  �Sure, let me get out my key.�

I wanted Sean so badly, especially since feeling the sting of my hypocritical husband�s actions tonight.  What I didn�t want was to share him with Jenny.  If I wanted that moment to happen with Sean, did I have a choice?

Once inside, Jenny wasted no time in letting Sean know what she wanted.  �Whew, it�s warm in here�I need to cool off.�  With that, off came her blouse.

Sean moved up close to me and whispered, �Oh, Emma. I never thought I�d have the chance to be with you, but��

�I know, Sean. Me, too.� I whispered back, while watching Jenny performing a slow seductive dance where only she could hear the accompanying music.  �I bet three would be better than two. What do you think?�  I gave his cock a squeeze through his trousers.  I already knew his answer.

I gave him a little push, and he went to Jenny.  She fell into his arms and they kissed as he fumbled with her bra.  The lady sure had a splendid pair.  I left them, losing my clothes along the way to my liquor cabinet, until I was down to my thong and a single malt.  When I walked back to the living room, Jenny was also down to her thong, and down on her knees sucking greedily on Sean�s cock.  His glazed gaze swept over to me as I approached, doing a double take at my nudity.

�You�re a goddess,� he said to me. 

Jenny probably thought it was meant for her, since she smiled.  Well, it looked like a smile even if she did have Sean�s cock halfway down her throat at the time.  I walked to Sean�s side and pressed my body to his.  We kissed, a deep, sensuous, yearning kiss, long anticipated.

Jenny stopped sucking him and said, suddenly realizing that I was even there, �Oh�Sean-ee bay-bee, you have the nicest cock. Am I gonna get it first or is she?� 

Did she really pout when saying �she?�

In answer, we lifted her from her knees and I guided the two of them toward my bedroom.  One thing I�ve never experienced is a threesome, though it has seeped into my fantasies at times.  Sean�s breathing was as shallow as his cock was rigid.  The kid-in-the-candy-store look was replaced by one of lust.  He wouldn�t last long, I thought; maybe it wouldn�t be a threesome after all.  My Sean-and-me fantasy probably wasn�t going to happen as I had always envisioned. 

I sighed aloud, but they didn�t hear me.  Sean didn�t stand a chance, as Jenny pushed him onto his back and mounted him with glee.  �God, you�re so big!� she practically shouted as she slid down, enveloping Sean�s erection with her obviously well-lubricated vagina. 

As she bounced and swayed to the music of her inebriated state, I lay next to them and placed a hand at Sean�s cheek.  He turned to look at me, mouthing a silent �I wanted you� for which I responded �I know, me too.�  However, the reality was that Jenny had him, not me.

Jenny was riding him so hard now that the whole bed was bouncing wildly.  Sean hand a hand on each of her breasts, but it seemed to me that he did it to have something to hold onto.  Her long, ululating moan grew louder in pitch until she threw her head back and arms in the air, shuddered noticeably, and yelled over and over �Fuck�fuck�fuck��

That�s when she threw up.

All over Sean, and my bed.

The drunken bitch!  Ruining any hope I had for something satisfying to materialize from this impromptu liaison.

I swore at her and yanked her off the bed.  She was almost in a stupor, most likely a combination of booze and orgasm.  Sean went to clean off the vomit; I heard the shower running as I cleaned up Jenny and went in search of her clothes.  It took a while, but soon enough we were dressed again, and once more Sean and I guided a tottering Jenny to her house.

Kevin appeared pissed at his wife when we got to their door.  I didn�t want a scene so I ushered Sean away without explanation, leaving the seemingly mismatched couple to work things out on their own.  I secretly hoped she vomited again, all over her husband.

We had walked a few yards back toward my house when Sean suddenly stopped me, took me in his arms and kissed me.  The kiss was lust, passion, heat, every last synonym that existed.  Tonight should have been our time, yet it had been spoiled, and maybe now irretrievable.

�Where can we go?� he said as our lips parted.

�Nowhere, Sean. We can�t go anywhere. We have things we have to fix, and that should be our priority.�

�What things?� he asked.

Did he really not know?  Standing there in the middle of the street, I told him about seeing Jake and Jackie.

�What? You�re shitting me! With Jake?�

�I saw them going at it.�

He was shaking his head, and I saw the anger grow.  �You�re jealous of Jenny and what we just did, and now you�re making things up to punish me.�

�Oh Sean,� I said, sadly shaking my head. �You can believe what you like, I�m going home.�  Our kiss, so special, was also so quickly forgotten, as I left him standing in the street and walked back to my house.

Jake was home.  I wasted no time confronting him, and was not disappointed with his typical, childish excuses.  �But, Emma�� became quite repetitive.   Basically, he was allowed to fuck Sean�s wife since I�ve made no secret of my lust for Sean.

�Do you know�fuck it�do you even CARE that I�ve never fucked Sean?� was what I said to him.  History wasn�t necessarily in conjunction with intent, though I wouldn�t make that distinction now with my husband.

�You�re always flirting with Sean, and now tonight you make a silly pass at Kevin Bales. How do you think that made me feel?�

�Dammit, Jake. That�s what we women do. We flirt. We tease. What did Jackie do tonight? Did she flirt? Did she tease? Did she give you a line of bullshit about how her husband doesn�t make love to her anymore?�  I saw the silly �gotcha� look on his face.  �Jesus, you men have used that fucking line so often, you even fall for it yourselves!�

Unlike the stereotypical married spat, I slept on the sofa.  I fetched a comforter from the linen closet and got myself naked and cozy.  With visions of Sean�s cock glistening as it slid into a wet vagina, albeit one not mine, playing on the mind-screen of memory, I began fingering myself.  Faster and faster my fingers flew over my clit and labia, until I muttered Sean�s name and climaxed.

Instead of �Oh God� or some such cry of jubilation, my cumming cry was the same as Nancy Kerrigan�s when her knee was whacked: �Whyyyyyyyy?�

This wasn�t how it was supposed to be.

 

Jake tried valiantly to thaw the ice between us.  No matter how much I rationalized my actions in comparison to his, it all came down to the fact that he had Jackie, and all I got was puke on my bed.  It didn�t seem fair.  I came to realize feeling that way was pretty stupid, so eventually I did come around.

We interacted with friends and neighbors as we usually did.  Linda Harris floated the idea for a pool party.  Most of our neighbors said �Yeah!� though Jake wasn�t one of them.

I said, �C�mon, you said it yourself, we�ve got to move beyond this shit, what�s done is done.�

I saw that he was still troubled, but he agreed.  �They do throw a great party, don�t they?�

I remembered Jenny�s admission of the three-way with Linda and Elaine Stewart, and had to reassess Linda as a party hostess.  Maybe the Harrises were closet swingers like the Stewarts appeared to be.  Regardless, a pool party at Mike and Linda�s seemed the perfect antidote to my ennui.  For me, turning over a new leaf was tying the strings to my new bikini.

 

The party had a wild feel to it right from the start.  Jenny, now that she knew more of us than she had before, was quite the party animal.  She drank, grew loud, and flaunted her bikini clad body to the point some strategic parts ended up not so clad.  The men all took notice, including my husband.  A few knowing facial expressions had me wondering how many she�d fucked in the intervening time between parties.

Sean sidled up close to me and said, �I sure was stupid that night, choosing her instead of you.�

�I suppose that�s an apology, but never mind, it�s not like you could foresee that she was gonna barf, right? Maybe it would�ve been a threesome.  You�ll never know.�  I shook my head a little after I stopped talking, and slowly walked away from him.

Our host, Mike Harris, was next to approach me.  �Emma, you never cease to amaze these old eyes whenever they see you in a new bikini! Good enough to eat.�

�Oh-oh, flirting again I see. Thanks for the compliment.�

�My pleasure,� he said, giving me an up-and-down scan, before moving off to mingle with other guests. 

If he�d grabbed my ass I wouldn�t have been surprised, nor would I have minded.  He was the silver fox, sleek and debonair, and now knowing about his wife�s proclivity, perhaps I was looking at the older gentleman differently.  The way he said �Good enough to eat� reminded me of Jenny saying �I want to lick�you� to me after the last party.  I�m no different than most women in loving cunnilingus when it�s done well, so the talk of eating and the thought of licking had the expected result.

Maybe he smelled the pheromones, for Bill Stewart took that moment to corral me toward the self-serve bar set up by the pool.  His hand casually cupped my ass, and I didn�t push him away.

�I didn�t see Elaine, she here?� I asked, making my point early about his marital status.

�She�s here somewhere. I think her and Linda are off doing something.�

Yes, each other, I thought.  �So, does that mean you�re trolling for the big catch?�

�Oh, Emma, no one would be a bigger catch than you. I think you�ll always be my �you should have seen the one that got away� story.�

I said, �I�ll tell you what, take your hand from my ass, fix me something strong yet tropical, and let�s take a walk. I want to ask you a few questions that I�m sure you�ll answer.�

He was confused but did what I asked.  The rum drink was indeed strong and tropical.  I took a greedy sip before thanking him and guiding him by the arm to the far corner of pool, where we settled into a couple of chairs that were set close, though not close enough for the ogling Bill.

�Okay, tell me all about this �open marriage� or whatever it is you have with Elaine.�

�Wow, you don�t hold back, do you?�

�Not until I get what I want.�

He smiled, �My kind of woman.�  He composed his thoughts before beginning.  �Elaine and I got married when we were in college. We were the quintessential starry-eyed lovers who at first couldn�t get enough sex with each other. Shit, we sometimes fucked six or seven times a day��

A memory popped into my head of one college semester where a boyfriend and I fucked like that.  Like rabbits.  I must have smiled, because he responded.

��You remember those days, don�t you? With Jake, or someone else, don�t matter, but you do. The fuckin� problem is that those days never last. We get into ruts, don�t work at it, whatever, and pretty soon our partner is either too fat, too skinny, not pretty enough�as if they were ever perfect in bed to begin with. Well, that�s what happened to me and Elaine. Some people live with it, some divorce, but we decided that we loved each other for reasons beyond the bedroom.�

He paused as if to catch his breath, not his thoughts.  I used the pause to ask, �So you fooled around?�

�No, not like how that sounds��fooling around� sounds so cheap, so crude. We talked about what each of us wanted with sex but the other wasn�t providing, and we made a pact that we�d work together to bridge the gap, so to speak. We tried swinging parties but that grew old fast.�

I asked, �What didn�t work with that?�

He must have read between the lines of my interest, for he smiled and answered, �Ah, you�ve thought about swinging a lot haven�t you? From the first time we met I�ve sensed that you�re a woman of immense sexual energy, that�s why all the men in the neighborhood dream about you, me included.�

I felt my face flush.  �Immense sexual energy� was a nice way to say that I was a constantly horny lady with a repressed libido.  �Enough, already. What about the swinging lifestyle?�

He smiled again.  �Too much hit and miss for me. You have to wade through all the idiots to find the right people. Most swingers I�ve met think they�re in the Sex Olympics, or something like it, trying to �win� instead of making real connections. Am I making sense?�

�Yes, I see what you�re saying. So, where did you and Elaine go after that?�

�Obviously, Elaine and I aren�t Barbie and Ken. Eventually we got away from the party scene, met a few couples, and let things go from there.�

�Don�t sell yourself short there, Kevin,� I said, then chuckled.

�Oh God, Emma, don�t look at me like that. Right now there�s no one else in the world I�d rather be with, especially if we were under some sheets.�

There it was; the honest charm that he never lets you see. Anytime but now I�d find an empty room in the house and fuck him silly. Now wasn�t the right time. Except in my thoughts, I didn�t acknowledge his comment.

�Elaine likes women, doesn�t she?�

�You saw that? I mean, you can tell?�

�Okay, it�s not as if she wears a neon sign that says �bisexual,� and besides, at least one gal she�s slept with told me so.�

�Donna Murphy?�

�No, not her.�  Donna was the last woman in the neighborhood I would have suspected.  Amazing.  �I got it from Jenny.�

�Ah, Mrs. Bales is quite the sexual dynamo, isn�t she?  Since they moved in I think she�s fucked every man and half the women of the neighborhood. With you?�

Technically, no, I thought and that�s how I answered him.  �No, I haven�t had that urge.�

�Too bad. She�s a squirter, you know. First hand as well as second hand knowledge.�

A vivid image of exactly the kind of squirt she was capable of came into my mind, and my gut churned.  �I know you probably won�t answer me, but has Elaine been with Jake?�

�I�ll answer�no problem. With Elaine and me both.�

�No shit! Do you mean�?�

�Yeah, I mean.�

My husband in a bi threesome?  That was hard to swallow.  That�s when I giggled unexpectedly, wondering if he did indeed swallow.

�You shocked?� he said.

�No, really I�m not��  I was about to say more but then our hosts Mike and Linda approached us.

�You two certainly have been in deep conversation, all alone over here,� Linda said.

Mike, looking more at Bill than me, said, �You weren�t planning on slipping off into a bedroom without telling us, were you?�  With that he made a silly, exaggerated wink.

I knew Bill would have a witty rejoinder, so I jumped in first, �No, I wouldn�t want to deprive Linda of first dibs.�

Mike looked at me with surprise.  His wife looked at me with eyes that either could have been showing anger or lust.  It was difficult for me to tell.  She said, �I�m pretty sure I know my place in line,� as Jenny came walking up to join us.  What was before a cozy nook became a stifling confinement.  I had to get away.

I got out of my chair, leaned over to give Bill a kiss on the cheek, showing him more than ample cleavage on the way down, and then walked away without a word.  I heard Jenny make a snide remark, but I neither understood nor cared what she said.  I joined a couple ladies who were sitting on the pool�s edge, dangling their feet in the cold water.  Donna and LuAnn had (probably long ago) shed their tops, so I did the same.

LuAnn said to me when I sat next to them, �Hi Emma. I�m surprised you of all people hadn�t lost the bra sooner.�

�Why me �of all people�?�

Donna said, �She means you�re probably the only woman in the neighborhood truly comfortable in your sexuality. All our husbands want you; they talk of �Emma this� and �Emma that� all the time. Jesus, half the time following one of our neighborhood get-togethers, when Joe fucks me I know he�s fantasizing I�m you.�

She said this without malice, with LuAnn nodding in approval.  They weren�t jealous, just stating what to them was fact, and that floored me.  �You two aren�t pulling my leg, are you?� I asked.

LuAnn said, �Shit no. In fact we thank our lucky stars that you fool around with Sean and not our men.�

I leaned toward the women, and they in turn leaned toward me.  �Let me tell you a little secret. I�ve never fucked Sean or any other man in this neighborhood. I�ve wanted to, mind you, but wanting and doing are often two very different things. I bet both of you have had more action than me.�

LuAnn blushed so deeply that both Donna and I looked at her and smiled.  Donna�s brow scrunched up a bit when she said, �Not with my Joe, I hope.�  They were best friends, after all.

LuAnn, in a little-girl�s voice, said, �No�I�d never do that, you know that, don�t you Donna?�

�Hey, LuAnn, if it was with my Jake I won�t be angry with you,� I told her.

�It was with�I was�okay it was with the Stuarts.�

�You slept with both of them?� Donna blurted out incredulously.  �You mean like one of those ménage a trois things?�

�Not exactly,� she said.

�Worse?�

�There were five of us. Linda and Mike, with me, Elaine and Bill.�

I whistled, �Holy shit, like an orgy.�

LuAnn was still red-faced.  �It wasn�t like that at all,� she said.  �It was incredible sex. I�ve never cum so much in my life.�  We could see that despite any embarrassment, part of her heat at the moment was from remembering.

She told us more stories of these orgiastic get-togethers, featuring many neighborhood players, some we expected and some not.  Donna was simply pleased for the moment that her husband�s name hadn�t been brought up.  As for Jake, right now I didn�t care.  As LuAnn told her stories in hushed tones, I glanced from woman to woman, including myself, to three pairs of pink nipples, grown exceedingly stiff from the retelling.  LuAnn understood the arousal more than the rest, saying �God, I�m gonna leave a puddle when I get up!�  That got us giggling like schoolgirls, our unencumbered tits jiggling like gelatin molds.

It was about that time when most of the remaining partygoers joined us by the pool.  A few more women got topless.  Out of the corner of my eye I spotted Jenny, Linda and Mike slink off into the house.  So much for Mike�s comment to Bill and me about �slipping off into a bedroom� since it sure looked like that�s where the threesome was heading.

I saw Jake off to the side of the pool talking in hushed tones with Jackie, wondering if what I�d thought of as a rebound fling was something greater.

Sean was across the pool staring at my bare chest.  If he�d licked his lips I would have begun laughing hysterically.  How did I ever convince myself I was hot for the guy?

I excused myself and went to fetch a fresh drink.  Kevin Bales was pouring himself one when I approached.  �Ah, the lovely Emma. May I fix you one?�  As he mixed and poured, he said, �That�s quite the bikini, too bad I missed the opportunity to witness the top.�

�Why? Aren�t these better to look at?�

�Indeed they are, much more so than my wife�s pair, though I would never hurt her feelings by telling her so.�

�Jenny�s are much bigger than mine,� I said, wondering why I even made the juvenile comparison.

He seemed to study my breasts for a moment, which was a little disconcerting, before saying, �Yours are much firmer, even though you�re a bit older than she is. I like the slight upsweep of yours, slightly pointy, very sexy.�

�Thank you, Doctor Tit,� I said, laughing.

He laughed along with me, then added, �And see, they jiggle nicely when you laugh. Another plus.�

�Kevin, you�re hard to figure out.� 

�Then don�t try, my dear woman. Life should retain some mystery,� he said, holding his glass up as if offering a toast.

Who is this guy?  I truly couldn�t figure him out.  He was a slightly built man, though my first impression of him being effeminate was wrong.  In shorts and an unbuttoned linen shirt, he looked more sinewy than fragile.  Outside, his face took on a healthier glow than under indoor lighting.  Or maybe it was simply from the sun.  Regardless of his looks, he didn�t ogle me like the rest of the men, especially being topless as I was.

�I�m sorry for what I did at the last party here. I shouldn�t have been so�so like a bitch.�

�No need to apologize, Emma. I know Jenny put you up to it. She does enjoy the sport of belittling me.�

�If you don�t mind me asking�why?�

�That, pretty lady, is a long story. If you really would like to hear it, then let�s refill these glasses and find a comfy corner to talk.�

With drinks refreshed, we entered the house and went into Mike Harris� den.  For some unknown reason I was more uncomfortable being topless here than outside, so I excused myself and went back to retrieve my top, and put it back on.  Considering that a few people had �disappeared� and most likely had taken clothing off, here I was putting an article back on.  The thought made me chuckle.

�You probably don�t see it, but you and I have so much in common,� he said.

�How so?�

His thesis was both enlightening, and scary.  �Emma, have you really taken stock of your neighbors? I�ve learned so much since moving in, and of course being married to Jenny has taught me to pay attention.�

�You�re talking about the undercurrent of sex, aren�t you?�

�Yes, an interesting word choice�undercurrent. Jenny was attuned to this�undercurrent�from the moment we arrived. As you�ve seen, my wife is the exemplar of a nymphomaniac; the only thing wrong with sex for her is when there�s not enough, and that�s every day. Yeah, every man�s dream��

�But not yours, right? Do you know she implied you may be a closet gay?�

He shook his head slowly, and sadly.  �It�s not in my makeup to be homophobic, but I�m not gay or bisexual. I love women. Real women.�

Trying to break the tension, I joked, �That sure sounded like a pick-up line, Kevin.�

He smiled so at least he got the joke.  �I guess it did, but �real woman� does apply to you, and I don�t have to be staring at your beautiful naked breasts to know that�and by the way, your bikini bra is perfect for you.�  We remained silent for a while, sipping our drinks, and perhaps pondering our lives.  �Do you realize that the two of us are probably the least sexually active people on the block? Though that doesn�t mean we�re not, shall we say, sufficiently stimulated.�

�What�s that supposed to mean?�

�Exactly what I said. Look around. Where are our hosts? Where is your husband? And before you say he�s out by the pool, look again.�

I didn�t need to look.  He knew, and therefore I knew.  �Like Jenny?�

�Bless her. She really is a good woman even with the libido of an alley cat. From the moment we were married I knew I couldn�t satisfy her, so after a while I accepted the inevitable.�  He interpreted my facial expression (incorrectly, it turned out) and added, �No, I�m not the cuckolded husband. When we make love it�s all good. She just has 24/7 needs I can�t fulfill.�

�That�s not what I was thinking. I was thinking about the whole lot of us in this pathetic neighborhood. Married sex doesn�t provide what we need, for a lot of different reasons, I guess. Linda and Mike Harris are trying to recapture youth. Linda as well as a few others, like Elaine Stewart and Jake, from what I�ve heard, are exploring their bi sides. Bill Stuart�s like a kid in a candy shop who can�t decide what he wants.�

�And that leaves us,� Kevin wryly said.  �You know what you want, but you�re wondering about me. Perhaps I�m no different than your husband.�

�Jake?�

�Jackie�s like Salisbury steak compared to your Filet Mignon. What could send him there but a feeling of inadequacy? He feels he can�t satisfy you, your lusts, your desires. That�s why we�re so much alike, dear Emma. You and I have sublimated our own needs for the sake of our spouses and our marriages, and look where it�s gotten us, the only two who haven�t slinked off to a bedroom.�

�Come on, we may be here but we�re not alone, so it�s not as if everyone�s having sex except us.�

�No, then where is your friend with big nipples�LuAnn, is it?�

�I don�t know. Where is she?�

�I saw her and Sean slip upstairs a while ago.�

I was getting slightly annoyed by his incessant observations.  �Do you always pay attention to what everyone else is doing?�

�No, though I tend to be an observant cuss, the one I�ve been paying attention to is you. You�re the lady of my dreams, one that will always be just out of reach.�

�Back to pick-up lines?�

�Maybe so, but I am being sincere. There�s always the chance that my image of the depth of you wouldn�t match reality, as perhaps with you and Sean. Sometimes the flower falls short of the bud�s promise.�

�Now you�re getting too deep for me. Okay, I know what you mean, but I suspect you�re overrating me for sexual sainthood, so maybe my flower would be a disappointment.�

�I said �sometimes,� yet I hardly think your flower would ever disappoint.�

I finished my drink.  �Enough talk about flowers, since mine�s been ready for that pollinating honey bee for a long time.�  I laughed alone at my own joke.  �Let�s go see who�s still by the pool and not in a bedroom somewhere. Take a dip, maybe?�

I waved to several of my friends as we returned to poolside, wondering if any of them thought Kevin and I had fooled around as others most certainly were.  Kevin slipped off his shirt and sandals and dove in effortlessly.  I followed him, though my diving technique was less than Olympic quality.

I swam up to him and asked, �Do you really lust after me, or were your words in there just silly play?�

�Emma, there�s nothing I�d rather do more right now than kiss you.�

�Then why don�t you? Your wife goes after what she w��

I wasn�t able to finish because he gathered me into his arms, and with a hand at the nape of my neck pulled me to him, our lips meeting, oblivious to the splashing pool water.  His kiss was neither the forceful mashing of a desperate man, nor the cold fish feel of a less than virile one.  This kiss was tender, romance novel Fabio and heat inducing plasma all rolled into one.  This kiss was so unlike any I�d ever received from my husband.  If Kevin had chosen that moment to cop a feel I would�ve gladly let him, though that may have disappointed me for some vague, hard-to-explain reason.

When our lips separated, I said �Mmmmmm, wow!�

He said, �Passion, not sex. The first is what people need when instead they search for the other.�

We climbed from the pool to a few curious looks from those who saw us kiss.  I was too breathless to pay much attention to them.  As I picked up a towel to dry off, Elaine sidled up to me and whispered, �Kevin Bales? Oh honey you can do much better than that.�

I glanced over at Kevin, who was also toweling off.  I contemplated once more how wrong I�d been in thinking him effeminate.  In only his swim shorts, he looked like a self-possessed man, completely comfortable in his own skin.  I contemplated his comments that we were alike in many ways and was now beginning to understand his reasoning.  Self possession.  I lost some of that with my fixation with Sean, but Kevin believed I�d never completely lost it.

"Maybe not," I finally answered, leaving her with synapses misfiring, after my long pause, wondering what I meant.

Jenny made her bikini-clad appearance, or should I say reappearance, and announced for the benefit of all at poolside that she wished to go home.  Kevin said something to her, probably saying she should get dressed, and she scooted off into the house. 

Instead of following her inside, he walked up to me and said, "I sincerely mean everything I've said about you. Maybe neither one of us deserves what we have but as the old saying goes, we made our beds and now we must lay in them."  He kissed me lightly on the cheek, and added, "See you around, lovely, special lady."

I stood there, thinking of change, or more correctly the possibility of change, as I watched Kevin leave.  He�d used the word �sublimated� earlier, yet in my own mind my libido was more suppressed than sublimated.  I kept my heat bottled up and now I was being consumed in a firestorm, one I wasn�t sure whether I could easily extinguish.

I didn�t think, I simply reacted, suppressing no more.  I ran through the house, oblivious to the stares and my dangerously shifting bikini bra, and out the front door to catch up with Kevin and Jenny.  They hadn�t walked very far down the street when I caught up to them.

Wordlessly, I pulled a startled Kevin to me and kissed him.  Deeply.  Our tongues flitted as I heard Jenny mumble �What the fuck?�  God bless him; he ignored her as I did.

When our lips separated, I whispered, �That�s something for both of you to contemplate,� with a smile on my face.

I walked back to the party, trying not to let my shaky knees pitch me to the ground, while straightening out my top along the way.

�Where have you been?� Jake asked when I ran into him.

�You sure have a nerve asking me that,� I said.  Let me try one: �Where�s Jackie?�

As lies and excuses dribbled from his mouth, I simply walked away.  No answer required, I thought.  I went back to the pool area, fixed myself a new drink, slipped my top off, and then joined Donna who had returned to her perch at the edge of the pool.

�Had fun today?� I asked her.

Donna looked down at my tits and answered.  �I don�t know about fun, though I suspect I know what you�re talking about, seeing your nipples are harder than my husband�s dick ever gets.�

That comment had me checking out my own nipples, which were indeed ruddy, stiff and distended.

She continued, �I guess my fun has been watching everyone else slink away thinking no one knew what they were up to.�  She looked at me.  �And you, kanoodling with Kevin Bales like that; surprised the shit out of me.�

�What surprised you more, him or me?�

�You, dammit. I know how horny you are all the time and how you try to tone it down. So I suppose I�m more surprised it was with him instead of someone else.�

I smiled, �Like Joe?�

She glared at me, then smiled when she figured out I was kidding.  �Joe wouldn�t know what to do with you. Christ, he doesn�t even know what to do with these,� she said, jiggling her D-sized breasts.

�You want me to go tease him? See what he does?�

�Do that and I�ll kill you.�  We both cracked up laughing, kicking our feet in the pool water, before getting serious again.

�Donna, are you satisfied with your sex life?�

�Whoa, where did that come from?� she said, thinking for a moment.  �I suppose I have to answer that since I�ve been sticking my nose into yours. Basically, I�d say yes, but there are times��

�When you need more, right?�

�Maybe I�m still chasing the elusive homerun orgasm. Shit, sometimes I�m lucky to get a single.�

We talked for a while longer like that.  I finished my drink and went to shag us both one.  When I returned to her side, some of the �missing� folks began to resurface.  LuAnn looked like she�d been run over by a truck, though more than likely she�d been double teamed by two of the neighborhood men, and if Kevin had been correct, one was Sean.

Linda and Mike Harris were back being host and hostess as if that was all they�d been doing.  Jake was working hard at not being near Jackie, or Sean for that matter.

I sat in silence, looking at all these people, my neighbors, some with kids, and all with some sort of hang-up.  The ones who were parents�what did they teach their kids by example?  Thankfully I had none right now, though like most women I wanted a child.  Jake didn�t want kids, and now I questioned whether I wanted Jake.

That evening I asked Jake for a divorce.

The next day, I made an excuse to call Kevin when I saw his car drive by, and knowing Jenny wasn�t home yet.

�This is unexpected, though not unwelcome,� he said when I identified myself on the phone.

�Do you know of a nice hotel in town?�

�Is that a proposition, my dear?�

�A limited-time offer.�

�And one I can�t refuse.�

He picked me up a half hour later and we drove to a local out-of-the-way motel where he�d just booked a room.  The clerk gave us a knowing smile as we checked in.  If I looked like a hooker to him, then so be it.

 The room was surprisingly clean.  No sooner were we inside the room than we were at each other�s clothing while we kissed.  We fumbled and touched and somehow managed to fall to the bed without killing ourselves.  His hands caressed me, lightly squeezing my taut nipples, until his lips found one and suckled on it.  All I could do was moan as I reveled in the attention, at the same time my hand found his erection and did its own squeezing.

Since our foreplay had been in the pool the day before, (of which we didn�t know at the time) there was none today.  I lay on my back with my legs spread wide, and he was quick to get between them and enter me.  No condom, but protection from what?

He was a skilled lover, making teasingly slow thrusts interspersed with the occasional rapid one that went deep.  My arms and legs wrapped around him, urging him deeper still.  In my younger days I had my share of premature ejaculators, yet I knew that Kevin would not disappoint me.  His pace was perfect, and I felt the rise of sublime heat at my core, radiating outward, getting me closer and closer�

Every romance novel cliché was coming to fruition.  Fruition�bearing fruit�with my fruit being plucked from the tree at its ripest, with him squeezing every last drop of succulent juice from me.

The walls of my vagina were being breached by the battering ram that was his cock.  I couldn�t remain passive, snapping my hips up to meet his thrusts.  The motel bed protested with the squeal of springs as we fucked, faster and faster until I murmured �I�m�gonna�cummmmmmmmmm,� and did just that.

He repeated my name over and over; �Emma�Emma�Emma�,� as wave after wave of convulsive tension and release swept through me, until it was his turn to climax, filling me with his warm seed.

Lying in his arms, he stroked my hair and told me how much this meant to him.  Cupping a breast, he added, �What a woman!�

�You�re quite the man. I don�t believe I�ve ever met someone like you.�

�Never too late,� he said, smiling as he propelled me toward the shower, where we did it again in soapy splendor.  I caressed him to magnificent stiffness and he then took me from behind.  We got water everywhere, and when we came, we were both much louder than the first time, perhaps now that the initial apprehension was gone.  Thin motel walls be damned; I hoped we gave someone in the next room an earful.

Back on the bed, I coaxed him back to hardness and this time I did the work, riding him as high and proud as any western cowgirl.  I groaned, �Hold my tits,� and he grasped my bounding, aching breasts as I slid up and down on his fine pole.  This orgasm had no ramping buildup, instead a precipitous fall off the sexual cliff as I screamed while my insides twitched and spasmed in glorious rapture.

As we lay there, exhausted beyond belief, I reflected on Kevin as a lover.  He had self-confidence well beyond men I�ve slept with, including my husband.  Jake would ask what I wanted, or whether it felt good to me, but Kevin took it for granted, I guess, that if it wasn�t good I�d let him know, and merely trusted in his ability.  Three times, and never did I feel he was thinking of anyone but me.  Seems so silly that the first time we met I questioned his virility.

�We gonna do this again?� he asked while teasing one of my nipples.

�Soon,� I said while teasing his spent, now-flaccid cock.

The clerk�s smirk as we left made me laugh.  He does think I�m a hooker.  Let him have that fantasy belief.

Based on neighborhood gossip, Kevin and I were successful in keeping our affair a secret.  We christened many a hotel bed in the general area, and jokingly rated each tryst on the loudness of the bed springs.  He told me Jenny was getting suspicious, though �She can�t believe I�d ever want to make love to anyone but her,� he said.

Jake and I still lived together, though we slept separately.  We still talked of divorce.  Neither of us had seen a lawyer yet but that time would come soon.

The next neighborhood party was at Sean�s house.  It should have been awkward for me with Kevin and Jenny there, but it wasn�t.  We mingled.  People asked in hushed voices about the state of my marriage.  I was vague in my answers.  At one point, Kevin moved up close to me and gave my ass a little squeeze.  When I turned around to look at him, I saw that Sean had been looking and witnessed the tender moment.  Sean�s expression was of naked jealousy.  I loved it, though perhaps our secret would soon be made public.  Sean had had his chance and he blew it.  I will be forever grateful that he did.

�You having a good time?� Kevin asked.

�It would be a better time if we could find an empty bedroom upstairs,� I answered.

�Later, later my lovely,� he whispered as he patted my ass.

Sure enough, as the evening wound down and people were �disappearing� from the party, Kevin said, �Now�s our chance.�  I wasn�t surprised that every bedroom in the house had a closed door and obvious activity going on.  Kevin smiled and pointed toward what looked to be a closet door.  �In there?� he said.

We hardly had room in the small enclosure, but my dress went up, his pants went down, and he was sliding into my extremely wet and willing vagina.  As we fucked we pulled clothes from hangers and didn�t care.  We faced each other, my back to the closet wall and my legs wrapped around his waist as I bobbed up and down on his manhood.  We both tried to stifle our orgasmic noises but weren�t very successful, as we soon found out.

When we straightened out our clothes and stepped out of the dark closet, there was Jenny waiting for us.  I expected a scene.  What I got was a surprise.

�Oh honey,� Jenny said, �why do you hide?�  She looked me up and down, and added, �If I�d known you were sleeping with her I would have asked to join you. She�s a babe, and I bet she�s sweet to eat.�

Kevin laughed so loudly I thought the entire houseful would come see what was happening.  �You know, sugar, I think I�ll keep this one all to myself.�

He took me by the arm, led me to the front door, bid adieu to our friends, walked me down the street to his home, took me to his bedroom, and took me.  With his lips at my vulva and his tongue about to flit against my little pleasure-pearl, he said, �She is right. You are very sweet to eat.�

Oral orgasms were different with me somehow.  However�and maybe it was my thinking about Jenny�s proposal�this one was the best.  I sang a happy song as I pulled his head to my pussy, forcing his tongue deeper, and probably drowning it in buckets of cum juice.

We soaked the bed in sweat and other bodily fluids.  For long moments he was the aggressor, and then I would take over, coaxing every last drop of love juice from the head of his cock.

�You wouldn�t entertain your wife�s proposal, would you?�

He gazed at me, smiling, and said �Why do you ask? Aren�t I enough for you, or are you insatiable like she is?�

�Oh yes, I�m insatiable, but only for you,� I answered while trying to spur his marvelously sore cock into one more erection.

My vision of the future was hazy, but I knew that I�d found a man who could satisfy me, tamp down the firestorm of my libido and keep it a controlled burn.

�One more time?� I asked with a chuckle.

Insatiable?  Mmmmmmmmmmmmm�

 

The End

 

 

Donna M.

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