Open Marriage Open House (4 page)

He looked like he’d seen a ghost. His breath
came in hitches. She taunted him further by unfastening her bra and
freeing her luscious breasts, plumped from her lovemaking with Jack
earlier in the day. She felt his erection lift from his body in
approval.

Continuing the maddening stroking of her
puffed, engorged pussy against the fabric-shielded firmness of his
cock, she leaned over him, and his hands left the bed to attempt to
cup her breasts again.

“No hands!” she repeated. “You’re not allowed
to touch them with your hands. Only ... only with your tongue.”

She dipped a nipple toward his hungry mouth,
which he took eagerly in his lips. The warmth on her nipple sent a
ripple between her legs as she dragged her tender mound from the
bottom to the top of his tantalizingly long cock, and back
again.

Her moans filled the palatial bedroom as she
rode him ‘til his body was as rigid as his cock, his face locked
with pleasure.

“Your hands. Now you may use your hands. Put
them on my hips. Put them there, and show me what you need!”

Instantly, his hands gripped the soft flesh
of her hips, and rocked them forward and back in an urgent rhythm.
His eyes flew open looked down to see the dimples where his fingers
dug into her tenderness. “Oh shit ... oh shit ...” came a cry under
his breath.

“Touch me ... touch me anywhere you
want!”

The hungry hands flew to her tits, cupping,
kneading, seizing, drawing them one after the other to his mouth to
suck the rigid nipples. She rode him fast and hard now, and his
hands stopped working and his head pushed back into the pillow with
a wide-mouthed, wincing expression covering his face. He was close.
So close.

“Oh shit! I’m ....”

“Wait!” She stopped cold.

“What the ...?” he looked dumbfounded.

“If we’re going to do this ... we’d better do
it right!” she declared, with honey in her voice.

She lifted her hips from him, and reached
behind her ass to pull the fabric of his boxer-briefs down, freeing
his aching shaft to levitate over his flat belly. She circled its
base with her fingers, and gave it a squeeze, discovering it didn’t
yield at all. With her other hand, she slid the red silk panties to
one side, revealing her naked, full sex. She lowered the warmth and
pillowy softness between her legs down onto the tip of his
cock.

A long, deep “Aaaaaahhhhh!” echoed from him
as she held the shaft of his rigid cock and kissed the first two
inches, again and again, with her soaking, tender opening. Much as
she wanted to take him deep, she found stroking the tip to be
delicious to her clit ... and besides, she wanted to bring him off
exactly like this, saving the deep stroke for the very end.

And it didn’t take long — soon his body was
rigid again, his face locked with the pained expression of ecstasy,
and “Oh shit” mindlessly coming from his lips. She knew the moment
had arrived. She let go of the base of his penis, and slid the full
depth of her womanhood over his young, brand new cock.

His fists came off the bed and gripped at the
air beside his ears as a guttural scream escaped his lips. His hips
leapt off the bed, driving the erection so deep she could scarcely
contain it. His hands flew to her hips and pulled her down even
further, burying the tip of his cock in the silky flesh behind her
cervix. Then he was stone-still, locked in pleasure, and she felt
his cock throb as waves of cum coursed through it.

But he was so deep and her soft walls were
encasing him so completely that it wasn’t until she shifted
slightly upward that she felt the warm cum spray across her
insides. She answered his pleasure with an unexpected orgasm of her
own, with her spasms matching the rhythm of the final pulses of his
cock, and lasting until well after his cum was spent.

Ryan collapsed onto the pillows, and Eloria’s
full body on top of him, where they gasped together for a moment
before she rolled to one side.

“Shit, Miss Eloria ... holy shit,” he began,
stretching the limits of his young man’s vocabulary.

She nestled against him, and traced a finger
down his hairless chest. “Yeah? That do it for you?”

“You have no idea how bad I needed that,” he
replied, looking at her. “Fuck, you’re hot. I don’t know how Mister
Eloria handles it ... how does he last, you know, against
that
?” His eyes strolled down the curve of her honey-skinned
hip.

“Oh, he’s learned a trick or two along the
way,” she smiled. She pulled the sheet atop them both.

He gripped her shoulder and pulled her onto
her back, where they stayed connected by their hips. His hand
latched onto her puffed tit, and moved on its own to caress the
soft mound.

“So really, you don’t have a girlfriend?” she
queried.

“Nope. Too busy with work and stuff. Plus ...
I dunno. It’s kinda hard. I just don’t know what to say ... how to
be ...”

“You could be yourself ... ?”

“That’s what you always hear. It’s not always
that simple. Sometimes I try and it ... well, it just doesn’t go
well.”

“What you’ve got to remember is: Women are
people. They’re people just like you. There’s a context to their
lives — they have good days and bad ones, days when they’re open to
attention, days when they’re not. You may catch a woman who’d find
you perfectly charming on a good day, but it’s a bad day for her,
and it’s not going to go anywhere.”

He knitted his brow, taking it all in.

“Plus,” she added, “You’ve just gotta throw
in.
You miss 100% of the pitches you don’t swing at
... so
don’t be afraid to ask for what you want! I should know ...”

The ceaseless kneading of her breast began to
get her attention.

A light came on in Ryan’s eyes. “So ... you
wanna go again?”

She was taken momentarily aback. “Oh, that’s
right ... you young guys can
do
that, can’t you?” She lifted
the sheet and smiled at what she saw. “Yeah, I’m game!”

“Cool!” He sat up on an elbow. “What are you
gonna have me do this time?”

“How about you be the boss?” she responded
with a smile.

“You sure? You were so ... um, bossy the
first time.”

“Son, when a lady tells you to fuck her ...
you better
fuck
her.”

With that, he was on his feet, already erect
cock bumping against his rigid, smooth-skinned belly. He gripped
her hips and, with surprising authority, pulled her to the edge of
the tall bed, hanging her ass precariously over the side. If he
didn’t have firm grip of her hips, she’d have felt like she was
falling off the edge.

Her round ass slid against his lean thighs,
and he stabbed at her twice without finding his way inside.
My
god
, she thought,
he’s so hard he can’t get the tip low
enough to slip inside me!
She reached a hand between her legs
and pushed the rigid erection down, until one of his blind thrusts
pushed it home.

“Stop!” she cried! “Just a moment, stop!” She
wrapped fingers around his firm young hips and pulled his cock so
deep inside. She flowed her pussy muscles across every inch of the
shaft, studying it, comparing it.
New cock. Young cock.
Different from Charles. Different from Jack. Oh god ... so fucking
sexy ...

“Now,” she breathed, “fuck me. FUCK me ...
like only a young man can!”

Ryan’s hips began obligingly driving the
gem-hard shaft into her again and again, making a rich smack sound
against her round ass with each thrust. He struck her so deep she
cried out, and her puffed tits flowed like water against the
onslaught. His fingers dug into the softness of her hips, claiming
them for the pleasure of his hungry cock.

Then, all at once, his cock drove deep and
stayed there, and with his urgently clenched hands and wiry arms,
he shook her hips violently against his aching penis. This brought
her clit into deep contact with his flat abdomen, where the
shuddering motion brought her hairless pussy a level of feeling it
had never experienced before. She shrieked and shrieked as orgasm
tore through her.

He shouted and pulled his cock from her.
Supporting her ass against his thighs, his hand went to work on his
long, shining dick, and soon, shouting, he sprayed jet after jet of
hot cum on her belly and tits. Not finished with her own orgasm,
Eloria’s fingers went to work on her button, continuing the
delicious shaking sensation until her legs kicked forward, her back
arched off the bed, and she added her own deep contractions to the
shower of cum bathing her honey-smooth body.

The lovers slid from the bed, panting and
giggling on the soft carpet of the floor.

“Whoa,” said Ryan after regaining his
composure.

“Whoa is right! Rowr, tiger!” answered
Eloria, slipping a finger through the cum pooling on her belly.
“Looks like I better rinse off.”

She left the bedroom and stepped under the
water of the sumptuous en suite shower. As she washed, she saw Ryan
pulling on his clothes. Soon, he appeared in the doorway.

“So ... am I gonna see you again?”

“Of course, silly,” she said through the
glass wall, aware of him watching the water course down her curvy
body. “I go to Beehive at least once a week ...”

“You know that’s not what I mean. I mean ...
like this?”

“I haven’t decided just yet. But if I do,
you’ll be the first to know! At least, one of the first ...”

“Good enough,” he said with a smile, and
continued watching the rivulets of water wend their way down the
plump curves of her hips, belly and back.

“Goodbye, Ryan,” said Eloria with a smile.
“Shut the front door on your way out.”

“Oh,” he said, snapping back to reality and
giving the scruffy grin she adored. “Right. See ya, Miss Eloria
...”

And he was gone, leaving her to the pleasure
of the warm water caressing her skin.

SIX

Light-headed with spent sex, but still
strangely alight, Eloria patted her body dry and did her best to
compose her rumpled face, hair and clothes. She slipped her shoes
on from where they’d fallen at the top of the stairs, made her way
to the foyer, retrieved her briefcase and the
Open House
rider, and locked up on her way out.

Ryan being long gone, she replaced the rider
atop the ‘For Sale’ sign and returned to her car. Giggling to
herself, she fumbled to insert the key in the lock, when the silky
purring of a premium engine caught her attention. She turned to see
a sleek, black Infiniti coupe idling at the curb, by the sign.

The driver’s side window slid away silently,
revealing a fine-featured man with wavy salt-and-pepper hair. His
leather motorcycle-cut jacket and scarf were as refined as his
ride. He tipped down his sunglasses and asked, with a Scandinavian
tinge, “Have we missed the Open House?”

“I ... um ... I ... most certainly not!”
replied Eloria. “Please, come!”

The man silenced the purring engine and
stepped from the car. From the other side, a tall, high-cheekboned
and elegantly draped woman appeared. Eloria slipped her car keys
into her briefcase and closed the distance to the couple.

“Eloria Solis,” she introduced herself,
extending her hand.

“Jannick. Jannick Blom,” he replied, taking
her hand with a firm but gentle touch. “My wife, Sylvia.” Sylvia
extended a graceful hand, and a gracious smile..

“Thank you for stopping by,” Eloria said,
making her way to the lockbox. “I’m glad you caught me before I
left, and I do hope this house is to your liking!”

Jannick smiled. “We’re looking forward to
seeing it.”

“Where are you from?”

“Oslo,” he replied. “I’ve sold a company, and
must spend two years in Texas heading up operations before fully
handing it off. In the meantime, we think we’ll enjoy owning a
property with more generous proportions than the ones back
home.”

Eloria led them inside and showed them the
lavish lower floor, glancing through the windows at the pool and
cabana where she’d end the tour once they’d seen the upper
suites.

The trio ventured upstairs and she led them
through the bedrooms one by one.

“Children?” Eloria queried.

“Two. Twelve and 10,” answered Sylvia.
“They’re back home, with my parents, while we try to find a place
in Dallas.”

“This house has one more bedroom than we
need,” said Jannick. “But the fourth bedroom might be a suitable
photography studio for you, Sylvia?”

Sylvia beamed and disappeared into the fourth
bedroom.

Eloria led Jannick to the master suite and
opened the doors wide to discover ... an unmade bed. She glanced
nervously at Jannick, who met her eye with an understanding
grin.

Wordlessly, he closed the distance to the
bed, turned up the corner of the duvet, and arranged the pillows.
Eloria stood rooted with embarrassment, struggling with what to
say.

“I think,” said Jannick, “that this is a
place where Sylvia and I could be ... should we say ... very happy.
Shall we discuss terms, Ms. Solis?”

“But ... you haven’t seen the en suite? The
pool?”

“They’re charmingly adequate, I’m sure.”

“And you’re aware of the asking price?”

“I think you’ll find we’re well qualified.”
He extended a hand. “Shall we talk further?”

“I think ... I think, yes,” blushed
Eloria.

SEVEN

“Hi, honey!” called Charles from the kitchen,
where the
chop chop chop
of the knife on the cutting board
mingled with the rumbling voices of the speakerphone conference
call on which he was keeping an ear.

Eloria brought her rumpled, flushed form to
the kitchen doorway. “I sold a house today. A big one.”

“Awesome!” said Charles, looking up for an
instant from the diced vegetables, recognizing her shape and
presence, but not really seeing her. He looked back to his
chopping, and kept an ear on the call.