Baumgartners Empty Nest (The Baumgartners) (4 page)

“I was licking the hell out of it earlier,” Jody confessed, lifting the silicone pussy to her lips and flicking her tongue over the clit. Carrie moaned. She could almost feel it. Then Jody’s tongue slipped into the hole, fluttering back and forth. Carrie’s pussy clamped down in response around the cock buried inside her. “Pretending it was your sweet little pussy coming all over my face.”

“Oh God.” Carrie couldn’t help rocking her hips, starting to fuck the cock vibrating in her pussy. “I wish.”

“I’ll just lube it up.” Jody squirted clear liquid onto the pussy, working it into the hole with her fingers. “Cuz I know you’re nice and wet for me, aren’t you, babygirl?”

“So fucking wet.” Carrie swallowed hard, moving the cock a little faster between her legs. “Oh I want to feel you. I want to feel you inside me. On top of me. I want your tits in my mouth when you make me come.”

Jody gave a little, high squeak as she eased the fake pussy over the head of her cock. Carrie watched, awed, as it disappeared into the fake, wet pussy, and couldn’t help wishing it was her pussy Jody was sinking into.

“Jesus Christ.” Jody’s eyes closed in pleasure and she gave a little, hitching gasp.

“Good?” Carrie asked.

“I waited to try it,” Jody told her, eyes fluttering open, her lips parted slightly, wet from licking them. “I wanted you to be with me. Oh, holy hell, babygirl, your pussy feels so good.”

Carrie gave a little cry, starting to fuck herself. She couldn’t help it. She didn’t just want it. She needed it.

“That’s it,” Carrie urged, watching Jody’s hips buck up, the dreamcatcher in her navel bouncing and flashing as she moved faster. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”

“Oh fuck, babygirl!” Jody’s head went back, her hair spilling over her rounded, tanned shoulders, her breasts bouncing. “Sooo tight! So fucking good!”

“Yes! Yes!” Carrie spread her legs wider, giving Jody a full view of her open pussy and the huge cock now plunging in and out of it. “Oh yes, fuck me! Harder!”

“I can’t hold back,” Jody gasped, her hips bucking uncontrollably. “Oh fuck, your pussy is so good, babygirl! Ahhhhh God!”

“Yes, yes!” Carrie moaned and thrust. She was already there, her pussy starting to spasm with her climax. But when Jody yanked her cock out of the Fleshlight and she saw the first, thick stream of cum erupt from the throbbing head of her cock, Carrie gave in completely. “Oh I’m going to come all over you! Oh Jody, God, fuckkk!”

Carrie arched and slammed the vibrator balls-deep, watching the woman on the laptop screen jerk her cock as she came, hot, white splashes of cum splashing over her bouncing tits, leaving wet spots that dripping from her puffy, dark nipples down onto her quivering belly.

Carrie’s pussy clenched and released, squeezing the cock buried deep in her flesh, and she moaned and thrashed on the bed with her climax. Her whole body was electrified, and she’d waited so long to come—almost all day—that her orgasm made her ears ring and her red painted toes curl against the mattress.

“Oh babygirl,” Jody panted, crawling toward the webcam, her breasts swaying, wet cock beginning to wane. “You are so fucking hot, I can’t stand it. I want you so much I can’t breathe.”

“I know.” Carrie cried out as she pulled the humming cock from her pussy, turning it off and tossing it aside as she wiggled around so she could see herself on the split screen, her face flushed, hair mussed. Her fingers reached out and touched the laptop screen, as if she could reach right through.

“What are we going to do?” Jody sighed, running a hand through her dark hair.

“I don’t know.” Carrie swallowed, meeting her eyes. They were hundreds of miles away from each other, but she’d never felt closer to someone before. “I... haven’t told Doc.”

“And I can’t tell Jackie.” Jody made a face, wrinkling her cute little nose at the thought. “Things are... not great... I can’t...”

“I know.” Carrie sighed. They’d had this conversation before. “Doc keeps saying we should have you up here for a visit. And oh, my God, I want that so much...”

“I know.” Jody nodded miserably.

“But Doc doesn’t know... and I...” Carrie shrugged helplessly. “I don’t know how to tell him.”

“You don’t have to.” Jody reached toward her screen too, as if she could touch Carrie’s cheek, and she could have sworn, she almost felt it. “No pressure, remember? This is good. This is so good. I love it. I love... you.”

It was the first time she’d said those words and Carrie’s heart cracked open when she heard them. Tears stung her eyes.

“I love you, too,” she whispered, swallowing past the lump in her throat. “There has to be a way...”

“Shhh.” Jodie pressed her fingers to the screen, as if she were touching Carrie’s trembling lips. “It’s okay. We’re okay.”

Carrie heard something, a slight creak, and her head came up sharply. The bedroom door was open. Doc went in late on Thursdays and worked evening office hours until seven. It was only five o’clock.

“What’s the matter, babygirl?” Jody cocked her head, frowning.

“I thought I heard something...” Her eyes widened when she heard it again. Definitely the creak on the stairs. Someone was here.

“Doc?” she called, grabbing a handful of blankets and pulling them over herself. “Is that you?”

“In the flesh, baby,” he called down the hall. “You left me so hard this morning when you left, I can’t stop thinking about your—”

He stopped in the doorway and stared. She’d told Doc about Jody. He knew they’d been together, lots of times, via text, phone, Skype. But while he’d asked, a few times, about joining in one of their cyber sessions, Carrie had put him off. He’d never seen Jody, except for her picture on Facebook.

Now here she was, completely naked, a giant, realistic dildo on the bed, and Jody was still topless, resting her cheek on her arm. Thank goodness, you could only see her from the waist up. But Doc, from the doorway, could see everything.

“Well...” A slow smile spread across his face. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“You must be Doc.” Jody went up to her elbow and gave him a waggling wave with her long fingers. She didn’t move to cover herself though, and Carrie knew Doc was looking. And he was getting an eyeful. “Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.” He gave her a nod and Carrie saw that light in his eyes, one she knew well. He liked her. If he only knew...

Well, what if he did know? What if she told him? The way things were going, she was going to have to tell him. Somehow...

“Jody, I should go.” Carrie reached for the laptop as Doc came fully into the room.

“I can leave.” Doc held up his hands. “If you two weren’t finished... or...”

He gave a little shrug of his shoulders, glancing at the screen again. Jody smiled and stretched, long and languid, like a cat.

“I’m sorry, darlin’, but I’ve got to run too,” Jody said, her voice filled with regret. Carrie saw Jody’s gaze moving over Doc in his button-down white shirt, tucked neatly into his khakis. Her husband was a very handsome man, and Jody, like Carrie, was bisexual. They’d had that discussion too, several times, about their preferences, or lack thereof. Carrie thought of her sexuality as fluid—she loved who she loved. Gender didn’t have much to do with it. And it seemed that Jody was very similar.

“Maybe next time, though?” Jody offered as Carrie reached for the computer.

“Bye Jody,” Carrie whispered, giving her a pointed look before closing the laptop and cutting the connection.

“I really didn’t mean to interrupt.” Doc sat on the edge of the bed, watching Carrie put the closed Mac on the night table.

“It’s fine.” Carrie shook her head, sitting and wrapping her arms around his neck. “We were done. And Jody had to go, so…”

She kissed his cheek, trying to make her heart return to some semblance of a normal beat. It was hammering in her chest like a race horse.

“Mmm, you’re going to have to give me a blow by blow later.” His gaze skipped down to her nude body where the blankets had fallen away, exposing her breasts.

“Literally?” she teased, sliding a hand up his thigh.

“Hell, yes.” His eyes lit up and he grabbed her, pulling her into his lap. She squealed and laughed, hanging into him.

“What are you doing home so early?”

“Last of my patients cancelled.” His hands roamed over her nude body, so warm and familiar, they made her tingle. “And I decided to come home and take my wife out to a nice dinner. But I might just stay here and eat in…”

His hand moved between her legs, cupping her still-sensitive, swollen mound. She shivered.

“Well I’m hungry,” she announced, wiggling in his lap. “And I’m in the mood for lobster.”

“You have such expensive tastes,” he scolded, his hand moving slowly, massaging her. She moaned softly, kissing his neck. “It’s a good thing I can afford it.”

“Does that mean you’ve decided to buy the practice?” she asked, cocking her head at him.

“Not yet.” He sighed. “But I do have a surprise for you.”

“You do?” She perked up.  

“I want you to cancel any clients you have this weekend.” 

“Oh.” She blinked at him in surprise. “I was supposed to have an open house...”

“Have Marcy do it.” 

“What are you up to?” She laughed.

“Pack a bag.” He waggled his eyebrows, grinning. “I told you, it’s a surprise.” 

“Doc!” She gasped when he dipped his head and took her nipple into his mouth.

“It’s time to get on board that ship,” he murmured and then licked around her areola, tracing it with his tongue.

“Are we going on the Love Boat?” She sighed happily as he cupped her other breast. So what if she was imagining Jody there too? It was just a fantasy, right? And Doc didn’t mind. He encouraged her fantasies.

But if he knew…

“That’s right baby,” Doc said, turning and tossing her onto the bed, spreading her legs and settling between them. Carrie moaned as he parted her pussy lips and started his appetizer before he took her out to dinner. She heard his words, but they were muffled. “Me, you and a great big Love Boat.” 

* * * *

“That’s a Mustang.” Carrie stared at the convertible as the dealer drove it up, top down in the September sunshine. It was unseasonably warm today. They’d actually had flurries the weekend before.

“Is that why you cleaned out the car last week?” She blinked at Doc, who put an arm around her shoulder, grinning like a fool. “Did you trade in your Lexus?” 

“Yep.” He nodded, looking like the cat that ate the canary. “She’s all ours. What do you want to call our new baby?”

“Doc!” Carrie knew she should have played the role of shocked, appalled, worried wife, but she just couldn’t. Instead, threw her arms around his neck, squealing in delight. “You bought a Mustang!”

He laughed, hugging her close and swinging her around for good measure, planting a brief but very hot kiss on her lips, in spite of the fact that the dealer was watching them in the rearview mirror.

Buying a Mustang was one of those “typical mid-life crisis” things they’d talked about but had decided not to do, even after the kids were grown and gone. They both lived near enough to Detroit to appreciate car culture, and they had gone to the Woodward Dream Cruise every year to look at all the hot muscle cars that cruised up and down the strip. And they both were in agreement that the Mustang was the pinnacle of all muscle cars. The new Chargers might come in a close second, but nothing beat the Mustang.

“Doc... how did you afford a Mustang?” She stepped away from him to reach out and touch the car’s sleek backend as the dealer got out of the driver’s side. “Holy fuck—Doc! This is a Shelby!”

She actually felt faint for a moment and he slipped an arm around her waist before her knees could give way. 

“Shelby GT500,” the dealer agreed. Doug had sold them their Windstar, back when she was chauffeuring the kids around in a minivan. He was grinning almost as big as her husband. “Like the color?”

“Electric blue.” She laughed. If it had been her, she probably would have gone with black or red, but Doc loved that electric blue.

“Baby’s loaded.” Doug slapped a hand down on the spoiler and Carrie winced. The car had to cost a fortune. Probably more than their house, when they first bought it! “Nineteen-inch, forged aluminum wheels, voice-guided navigation, HD radio, leather seats, the works!”

“The works.” She swallowed, blinking at her husband. “How can we afford this? Did you lease it?”

“Nope.” Doc couldn’t stop grinning. “Bought and paid for.”

“Did you sell a kidney?” Carrie balled her fist up and pinched him in the arm. “You better start talking, mister!” 

“Ow!” Doc grabbed his bicep, pretending to cringe—she hadn’t hit him that hard. “That’s part of the surprise!”

“Did we win the lottery?” Carrie shook her head at Doug as he held out the keys. “Oh, no, I’m not driving it. Not until I know how he paid for it.” 

“Just trust me, and get in.” Doc reached around and gave her bottom a hot little squeeze. “We’re going to brunch with Gordon.”

“Gordon.” Carrie blinked at him, frowning. “Gordon, our accountant—that Gordon?”