Cool With Her (16 page)

But I had nothing to worry about.

Casey cleared out, taking the dildo with her. Beth had only a moment to come to her senses before Paul was upon her, his monster dick splitting her primed pussy.

I jerked in my chair like I’d been punched. Like I’d been fucking body slammed. My Beth with her long limbs and dark hair, splayed out and skewered by my best friend. He lifted her legs over his shoulders and folded her in half as he rammed all nine-inches into her depths.

If I hadn’t come earlier, I would have erupted. No touching needed. I almost did even with the buffer. It was the single, most visceral sensation I’d ever felt in my life. I’d never been so jealous and turned on all at the same moment, and the sensations smothered me alive.

“Oh! FUCK!” Beth screamed. My Beth. Screaming. For another man.

He power fucked her, taking her harder than I ever felt comfortable—taking her like I wasn’t sure I was capable of. Based on the way she met his thrusts, the way she tossed her head back and forth and cried on the end of his cock, she loved it.

Amber and Casey were at my side, untying the restraints holding me down. “You’ll get your chance soon,” Amber whispered, once again playing instigator. “For now, just enjoy the show.”

Free from my ties, I stayed put as I was told. Casey took Amber’s hand and led the blonde to the other chair, where the two settled in beside one another, caressing each other’s bodies as they watched the torrid action on the bed.

Beth came hard, her orgasm spilling into the next as her scream shattered my ear drums. Paul finally slowed his onslaught, although he wasn’t through with her. Relaxing her legs to either side, he leaned down and kissed her hotly on the mouth.

More than anything else I’d seen, it was that kiss that felt most like a betrayal. When she broke free, Beth looked in my direction, sensing my anxiety. Our eyes met. She seemed to say,
Get your ass over here.

Finally, it was my turn to join. I stood, shucking my shirt off and kicking out of my pants. Paul may have looked like a male model, but I wasn’t a slouch myself.

Beth rolled Paul over, keeping his cock lodged inside her while gracefully taking a spot straddling him. I grabbed the lube, sitting forgotten at the edge of the bed, and squeezed a healthy amount along my length.

Was I really about to do this? Was I really about to violate Beth’s ass as another man filled her pussy? I watched Beth rise and fall on Paul’s cock, her knees tucked up on either side of him, her ass round and tempting.

Was I going to do this? Fuck yeah I was.

I climbed onto the bed behind Beth. My cock felt like a steel pipe in my hand.

She felt me behind her, sinking down until Paul was ball-deep in her and her ass was still. Reaching behind, she spread her cheeks open for me. She watched me out of the corner of her eyes, part fear, part excitement. They were all watching me, holding their breaths as I edged closer to her asshole.

Casey’s preparation made it easier, but her ass was still as tight as I remembered from years ago, when we’d tried this before. If anything, with Paul lodged in her other hole, she was even tighter.

When my head popped past her vice-like opening, she cried out so sharply that I nearly pulled back out.

Beth’s breaths were a shallow staccato. I froze, letting her get used to the sensation. Her moans coalesced into a word—a thought—a strained cry:
oh my God!

I worked her with short pumps, slow yet persistent. Each forward thrust pushed me a little deeper into her ass, the ring of pressure an agony of pleasure as it worked down my length. Beth was one long groan, punctuated only by quick gasps and fervent cries for god and for being so full.

I balanced myself on her back, clammy and hot from all the sex. When I finally buried myself to the root, my pubic hair brushed up against those smooth cheeks, Beth could barely breathe.

“So...full...” She buried her face in Paul’s shoulder as she got used to two men at once. “I feel so...fucking full!”

Then we began to fuck her. We took it slow at first, getting used to our own limits. I could feel Paul move inside her, stretching her even as I fucked her ass. It was a strange feeling—raunchy by every stretch of the imagination—yet so completely sexy.

“That’s so hot,” Amber whispered to my right. She was still snuggled on the chair with Casey, although they were now fingering one another as they watched. “How do you feel, Beth?”

“Jesus Christ! Uhh!”

Casey giggled. “That sounds about right.”

“Fuck me. Ooh, fuck me, you two. Fuck my pussy. Fuck my ass. Oh my God. Oh my God!”

I took control of her hips as Paul and I established an upbeat rhythm, working her in turns—a cock always buried deep. She never had a moment to rest. To relax. To catch her breath and move on. We fucked her until her cries smeared together into one non-stop orgasm.

Amber and Casey closed in on their own orgasms. I chanced a look, catching their fingers fluttering over the other’s pussies as they watched. Casey writhed at Amber’s touch, the first of our group to lose it.

Beth’s ass clamped down on my cock, forcing me back to the debauchery of our MFM threesome. I lasted two strokes—two tight, arduous strokes—and I was there.

“God, Beth, I’m—”

“Oh, Jace! Come, baby. Come!”

I rammed home one last time, digging my thumbs into her ass cheeks as I erupted. Somewhere in the distance, I felt Paul join us, but everything was too clouded in my heady orgasm to tell. I came and came, shoving myself against her buttocks, milking my balls between our heaving bodies.

Beth screamed, guttural and torn. Screamed at being full. Screamed at being filled. Screamed about how good it felt to be taken.

I collapsed onto her back, sandwiching her between me and Paul. The haziness grew. Exhaustion descended. I rolled off her, staring at the ceiling. Beth snuggled in between us, gulping for air. She released a very satisfied sigh.

“That was...amazing.” Her voice was hoarse.

“You were incredible,” Paul agreed.

“I’m going to be sore for a month!”

I traced down her arm, found her hand, and entwined my fingers with hers. “Me too, and I didn’t come close to what you just did.”

“Thank you, Jason.”

“Thank me?” I chuckled, but it came out more as a sigh. “After everything that’s gone down this weekend, we could be thanking each other until we’re dead.”

“So that’s everyone, right?” Beth asked. “No one’s got a fantasy they haven’t fulfilled?”

Casey climbed out of her chair and started going around the room, blowing out the candles that hadn’t burned out. She said, “After watching you just now, I’ve got a few new fantasies.”

Beth laughed.

“Me too,” Amber agreed. “And to be fair, my fantasy involved a one-night-stand. This is night two.”

Beth laughed. “You didn’t need to fuck my husband again tonight.”

“Nothing about this weekend was about need. It was about want. And I so wanted to fuck him again.”

“I’m glad you did,” Beth said.

“Me too,” admitted Paul.

The room grew darker and darker as Casey moved through the room, her naked body becoming a shadow. The thought of doing her again—literally the girl-next-door for so many years of my life—was a huge turn-on. But even that couldn’t get me to stir.

I was done for the night. We were all done. The candles weren’t the only things that had burned down to stubs.

Casey didn’t climb back into our crowded bed when she’d finished her task. She took a seat on my side, leaned over, and kissed me softly on the cheek.

“You married a winner, Jason. Don’t fuck it up.”

With a smile to Beth, Casey glided to the door. She stopped just inside the doorframe, posing like a pinup. There was just enough light seeping in from the snowy outdoors to illuminate her curves. She almost seemed to be saying:
look at this ass, it could be yours one day.

Looking over her shoulder, Casey said, “Hey, Amb, my invitation is always open. You’re always welcome in Philly, and Adam would love to get to know you. Tall, blonde and feisty...I happen to know from experience that you’re just his type.”

With that, Casey slipped into the hall.

“Her invitation?” Paul asked when she was gone.

“Yeah. Case offered to lend her boyfriend to me. They’ve got a pretty open relationship.”

“Don’t I get a say in this?” Paul protested.

“Of course, honey, but I don’t think you actually want one, do you?” Amber slipped out of bed. “Come on, let’s take this discussion to our room and leave the Old Marrieds alone.”

Paul followed her out, although not before looking back at us and grinning. “I’m going to marry her.”

And then Beth and I were alone for what felt like the first time in a year. Beth snuggled against me and asked the question that was also on my mind. “Are we good?”

I didn’t want to give her an immediate, canned answer. I gathered my thoughts, going over all that had gone down this weekend. We’d had sex in front of another couple, then swapped partners. I’d had a threesome with two women—as did Amber. Beth had sex with her best friend and Maid of Honor. And then she had sex with two guys at the same time.

My wife—my Beth—had done all that.

“I’d be lying if I said I’m not in total shock, but yeah, I’d say we’re pretty good.” I said it with a mirth that wasn’t put on or forced. This was a conversation too bizarre to believe. “How are you feeling, honey?”

“Sore.” She laughed. “But really...satisfied—and not in the way you’re thinking, although it’s that, too. You know that feeling you get when you watch people open the presents you gave them on Christmas?”

“Yeah. It’s a good feeling.”

“And it’s even better when you know you really nailed it, right? Like you found the perfect gift, and watch their eyes light up as they unwrap. I feel like I just gave all of our friends—and you, baby—perfect gifts. And it was fucking awesome to watch.”

“What about you? Was it as fun to receive as it was to give?”

Beth hugged me tight, her voice growing husky. “What do you think?”

“So is this going to be, like, a thing?”

“Don’t overthink it. As long as I have you and you have me—and we always keep the two of us at the heart of everything—then I could care less what it is, or what society would classify it as.” She pulled the sheets over us now that the room had begun to cool down. “But I have a feeling that we just got a lot closer to Paul and Amber.”

“You think they’re going to be okay?”

“Paul and Amber? I think so. They’re good for each other, even when they’re butting heads. She needs someone like him: someone she can’t push over.”

“Can’t push over all the time,” I corrected.

“True statement.”

I added, “And Paul needs a woman like Amber who will challenge him. Otherwise, he’ll get bored.”

“Something tells me she’s not going to get boring any time soon.”

We shared a laugh.

“So you’re totally cool with this weekend?” I asked as sleep started to pull us away.

“You mean, am I cool knowing I have a husband who can keep up with three sexed up females and
still
perform like you just did?”

I smiled. How could I not? “Not exactly where I was going. I mean, you know, were you jealous? Or...I don’t know...have any regrets?”

“Those are two very different questions. Did I get jealous? Of course. You did, too. Do I regret what we did? No way. The only reason I would is if I thought we’d damaged something between us. I think we not only learned a few things about each other, but that we’re actually stronger because of it.”

“You sure you’re not just rationalizing an orgy-filled weekend?” I said.

Beth laughed. “To be fair, we only had one orgy.”

“Last night by the fire seemed like one.”

“Okay, orgy expert. But I don’t think I’m just rationalizing. Do you?”

“No. I’m just teasing.” I touched her hair, finding her face in the dark. “I love that I’m still learning things about you. Makes me excited about the rest of our lives together.”

Beth giggled. “It’s not all going to be like this, you know.”

“Good, because I don’t think my body could keep up.”

“Then I won’t tell you that what I’ve always wanted was actually three guys, all at the same time.”

“Oh, Jesus.” My cock stirred at last.

“Good night, Jason. Sweet dreams.”

“Night, Beth. I love you.”

Epilogue

Paul and Amber left after breakfast the next day. We finished digging out the driveway, but it was already warming up. In two days, most of the snow would be gone. Such was the reality of the Maryland suburbs, despite what the local news channels said.

We didn’t have another orgy that morning, and our goodbyes weren’t laden with gropes and French kisses. They were the same goodbyes that we’d always shared: close, intimate, casual, and most importantly, without awkwardness.

I drove Casey to the train station once it was clear that the trains were running again. The world had started to crawl out from under the snow, but it was still pretty empty.

“So you and your boyfriend do this kind of thing all the time?” I asked when we hit a desolate highway.

“Have orgy-fueled birthday weekends? Not at all.”

“Maybe not a birthday weekend then...”

I chanced a glance at Casey, who with smiling out the window. Her glasses were back in place, and her hair was tied back, giving her the nerdy librarian look I remembered from high school.

“You’ve got the wrong impression about us. About me. I’m still the girl you grew up with.”

“You still play World of Warcraft?”

Casey laughed. “Actually, sometimes, but casually now. But that’s not what I’m talking about.”

“You mean how you’re guarded. How you don’t let anyone in. How you only had two other close friends, me and Paul, and only because we were all neighbors?”

“Something like that, yeah,” she said. “It’s been a long time since I’ve met someone I could trust, like I can you and Paul.”

“And this guy...?”

“I can trust. And that opens up so many fun possibilities.”