Baumgartners Empty Nest (The Baumgartners) (2 page)

He shoved her soft, gray skirt up and pulled her black, lace panties down. Carrie spread her legs for him when he slid them off, gasping as he kissed his way up her thighs, making fat circles with his tongue as he neared her pussy.

“Did you play today?” He brushed a kiss over her smooth mound. “You’re all swollen.”

“A little,” she confessed, flushing with heat. “This morning, after you left...”

“With Jody?” His tongue flicked her clit, just nudging it a little, side to side. Carrie shivered, feeling her nipples harden instantly.

“Yes,” she half-smiled, remembering her Skype session with Jody. That was before she’d gone to work. Before she’d come home to find that creamy white, portentous invitation in her mailbox. Her body came alive when she thought of Jody, the way her mouth trembled just before she came, how her puffy little nipples hardened into sharp points.

“Mmm wish I’d been around to see that.” Doc’s mouth covered her mound and she cried out, his tongue making circles around her aching clit.

“Soon,” Carrie promised, her fingers moving through his hair. 

Now she was flushing with more than just pleasure. Her husband was so generous, and their relationship had, at various points, included another woman in their sex life. He had understood, better than she, even, from the very beginning, that Carrie was bisexual, and her need to be with a woman was something that, if repressed or pushed down, would result in disaster for their marriage.

Their last lover had been with them for years. Gretchen had been their nanny and had only recently moved to New York to be a fashion photographer. But they had been without another woman in their lives for a while now. Too long, probably.

Until Jody.

“Oh Doc,” she whispered, as his fingers slipped into her wetness, curling slowly, deliberately toward him, as if he could draw her orgasm out with that “come here” gesture. “Oh that’s so good.”

“Mmmm,” he agreed, his tongue flattened against her clit now, moving just slightly back and forth, teasing. His fingers twisted and pressed in hard, making her gasp, hips rising. She planted her feet on his shoulders, giving him more access, his fingers probing deeper.

“You want her tongue on you, baby?” Doc teased, flickering his tongue now, just barely grazing her clit. “Her little mouth right here?”

Carrie whimpered, nodding in agreement, picturing it now. It had surprised her, the immediate connection she had with Jody. Maybe it was because they had known each other, although it was so long ago, it felt like another lifetime.

“God, I love your pussy.” Doc began to fuck her with his fingers, and her imagination ran wild— most of it centering on Jody. It was a relief to know that Doc didn’t mind her fantasies— in fact, he encouraged them. He liked it as much as she did, maybe even more. He loved pleasuring her, in every way possible. She sometimes thought she was the luckiest woman on the planet.

“Oh yes, oh Doc, please,” she moaned, lifting her hips higher toward his mouth and tongue.

“Tell me,” he murmured, his fingers making that “come here” gesture deep inside her again. “How much you want her...”

“Oh God, you have no idea.” She moaned, eyes closed, seeing Jody’s sweet lips trembling, eyes half-closed in pleasure, her dark hair spread over the pillow, chest flushed, full breasts rising and falling with her hitched breath. 

“You want her tongue right here, baby?” Doc flicked his against her clit. “Right here? Like this?”

“Yes, yes!” Carrie moved with him, her body taut with longing. “Oh fuck! Yes, Jody, yes, make me come! Make me come all over your face!” 

Doc devoured her, gulping as she came, holding her hips as waves of pleasure rocked through her. Carrie gasped and squirmed on the kitchen island as her orgasm throbbed through her pelvis, sending sweet, delicious little shocks all the way down to her toes and into her fingertips. 

“Mmmm.” Doc kissed her pussy lips, swollen and wet, quivering, glistening with her juices. “You’re so fucking hot, baby. I can’t stand it.” 

“Oh Doc.” Carrie reached for him and he pulled her to him. She sat on the island, wrapping her arms and legs around him, her face pressed into his neck. “I love you so much.” 

“I love you too.” He nuzzled her, face in her hair, hands roaming over her back. “Hey, maybe we should invite Jody up for a visit?”

Carrie’s spine straightened and she took a deep breath. “Soon. It’s... complicated.”

“Her husband?” he guessed.

“They’re not married.” Carrie sighed. “But yeah. Him.”

“My poor baby.” He rocked her in his arms. “You really want her, don’t you?”

She just nodded. Wanting her wasn’t even the strongest motivator anymore. Carrie didn’t just want her. Things had gone far beyond that. So far, that it kind of scared her. And they hadn’t even been together yet, not physically. Just two people connecting via a laptop or iPhone screen. 

“Well, we’ll get her for you.” Doc moved back, so he could look into her eyes. “I promise.” 

Carrie didn’t answer him. Instead, she slipped off the counter and got to her knees, intending on distracting him with her mouth. And it worked. She got his pants undone and his boxers down, freeing his gorgeous cock in no time.

“Oh God.” Doc’s hand moved in her hair as she took his engorged cock between her lips. He tasted a little salty and she guessed he’d played a round of golf that day during lunch. He played golf almost every day when summer started easing into fall, trying to get in as much time as possible before the snow started to fly.

“I’d do anything for you, you know.” Doc looked down, meeting her eyes as she ran her tongue around the head of his cock. “Anything you wanted to do.”

His words thrilled her. And part of her knew it was true. He’d never balked at any of her fantasies. He hadn’t even balked at the idea of seducing their nineteen-year-old babysitter, once upon a time. Or the young nanny who had replaced her.

“Ahh God, baby!” Doc cried out when she cupped his balls in her hand, gently twisting and tugging. He hissed through his teeth, head going back, a low groan escaping his throat when she swallowed him all the way to the hilt. “Oh fuck, yeah, suck it!”

She did, working him deep into her throat just the way she knew he loved. His hand moved in her hair, guiding her, holding her there for a moment before letting her go again, head bobbing up and down. One hand wrapped around the base of his cock, the other rolling his balls between her fingers, she let him use her mouth like a cunt, let him fuck it, get lost in it. Saliva fell in strings down from the corners of her mouth, leaving dark spots on her gray skirt.

“We couldn’t do this with kids around, could we?” Doc asked, grabbing her head in his hands, holding her mouth down, her nose brushing against his pubic hair. She shook her head, as well as she could, with his cock halfway down her throat. “I couldn’t fuck you on the kitchen island with the kids around.”

Carrie moaned, whimpering when he withdrew his cock, grabbing her up and bending her over the island. Her eyes were still watering from the hard thrust of him in her mouth, and now he was shoving up her skirt to reveal the rounded swell of her ass.

“Oh! God!” she cried out when he slid inside her without any warning at all. She grabbed the edge of the island to steady herself, catching a glimpse of her black lace panties on the floor, along with her blouse and bra, and Doc’s shirt.

“Hang on, baby,” he growled, his fingers digging into her hips and he started to thrust.

There was no buildup— she’d gotten him nearly to coming with her mouth a few times, and he was hot and hungry for her. Carrie surrendered to his lust, her pussy swallowing him far better than her mouth, her walls spasming uncontrollably as he fucked her from behind.

“Oh yes! Yes!” she cried, going up on her tiptoes and arching her back for more. “God, yes, fuck me! Fuck me hard!”

He grunted and growled, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her head back so he could kiss her, thrusting his tongue between her lips.

“I want to fuck you in every room of this house.” His mouth moved against hers as he spoke. “On every single surface.”

“Now?” she gasped, feeling the head of his cock rubbing hard against her cervix. It made her womb ache.

“Oh we’ve got time.” His hands moved grab her breasts, like reaching for low-hanging fruit, her nipples little cherries under his fingers. “After I fuck you in the kitchen, we’re going to get some dinner.”

“I didn’t make anything,” She just remembered she’d taken out chicken to thaw and hadn’t done a thing with it.

“We’ll order in.” Doc chuckled. “Then I’ll eat out... you want me to lick your little pussy again?”

She moaned in response, wiggling back against him.

“We can eat Thai food on the floor in the living room.” He gave a little groan when her pussy clenched around his shaft. “Then I’m going to fuck you on the coffee table. And then I’m going to take you to bed. But I probably won’t be able to wait, so I’ll fuck you on the stairs. Then, if you promise to tell me all about what you did with Jody this morning, I’ll let you sit on my face in the shower.”

Carrie bit her lip at his request. She’d never been so close-mouthed before about the women she’d been with. She always told Doc everything. But this time was different. Jody was... different.

“Oh, baby, please,” she gasped, rocking against him, using all of her muscles to work his length. “Fuck me. Do it. I want you to pound my pussy hard.”

That made him give a low groan and begin thrusting again. Carrie gripped the edge of the island as Doc really began driving into her. Thank God the island was built into the floor, because they would have rocked it across the room, or maybe even knocked it over.

“Fuck!” Doc gasped, his hands gripping her breasts for leverage, fucking her up toward the ceiling, lifting her on her toes. “Oh baby, your fucking pussy! God! I can’t— “

“Oh yes, yes!” Carrie urged, fucking him back, feeling her pussy spasm, so tight, something coiled, hot and waiting, in her belly. “Baby, please! Pound my pussy until I come all over your cock! Fuck, Doc! Fuck!” 

“Oh hell.” He let go of her breasts and grabbed her shoulders so he could thrust as deep as possible into her already climaxing cunt. His thighs, slick with sweat, smacked against hers, his balls grinding into her throbbing clit, making her orgasm even more intense. 

She felt every glorious pulse of his cock, his cum exploding into her like hot lava. He came so hard she couldn’t contain it all and felt it already slipping out of her hole, down toward her quivering clit. The hot slide of his cum over that sensitive nub made her scream, just for a moment, her knees giving out. 

But Doc had her pressed to the island, so she didn’t collapse completely. She pressed her cheek to the marble surface, panting, trying to catch her breath. 

“Jesus, honey.” Doc drew a long, shuddering breath. “That was something.” 

“Guess it was all that emotion, all pent up,” she murmured, glimpsing the invitation, miraculously still on the counter beside her. 

“Guess so.” He slid out of her and she sighed. She hated that part. Sometimes she thought she could just keep him inside of her forever. 

He gathered her up, turning her around and sitting her up on the island again. 

“This is where we started.” She kissed his damp temple.

“In so many ways.” He smiled, reaching down and grabbing his pants and boxers with one hand, yanking them up. His gaze moved over her, mussed hair, eyes still half-closed and dazed, topless, shirt shoved up to her waist. “So what do you say?”

“About what, Thai for dinner?” she asked, watching him tuck himself in and zip his pants.

“About that ship waiting in the dock.” He leaned over and kissed the tip of her nose. “Me, you, and one great big ship all to ourselves.”

“I think I’d follow you anywhere.” She put her arms around his neck, pulling him in for another long, lingering, after-sex kiss. She could still taste herself on his tongue and it made her shiver.

“And who knows, maybe we won’t be all alone.” His dark eyes lit up when they met hers. “Maybe we can get your friend, Jody, to come visit on occasion...”

“Maybe.” She smiled. “Did you say Thai food? I’m suddenly starving.”

Doc was as good as his word. Thai food on the living room floor in front of the television, another hard pounding on the stairs, that left her so weak-kneed, he actually carried her upstairs. And she gave him a very good, detailed description of what she and Jody had fantasized about that morning—even if she’d left out a few details— while she sat on his face in the shower and tugged on his cock, making him come again for the third time that night.

It wasn’t until they were in bed that Doc dropped his bombshell, just as she was drifting off to sleep.

“Brady’s retiring.”

She almost didn’t even acknowledge it, because Doc’s long-time partner in family practice had been threatening to retire for ten years.

“He wants me to buy him out of the practice.”

“Retiring?” She lifted her head off the pillow in the darkness. “For real?”

“For real.” Doc rolled toward her, sliding a hand over her hip and spooning behind her.

“Wow.” She blinked at the clock on the night stand, trying to absorb what it meant. “That’s great.”