Chapter 3
Leaving was strange. Saying thank you for the night didn't seem quite right, considering what they'd done.
She was silent in the car, and Tom seemed a little nervous, a little uncertain.
"So, uh...how do you feel?" he asked.
"I'm not sure," she said quietly.
"You and Neil...got along okay?"
She smiled softly. "Neil is certainly...yes, we got along."
"Good. I thought you would."
"How do you feel?"
He shrugged. "I got to admit there were moments there...I mean, when he was...you know, when he was doing you like that, pounding his meat into you...well, I felt like jumping him. But...then I just felt incredibly turned on. You looked so hot, so sexy. I've never been able to watch you like that before."
"It's not usually a spectator sport," she said.
"It should be. I mean, I've made love to you enough times to see how gorgeous you are, but...watching you from across the room, it was just out of this world. I've never seen anything hotter in my life."
She blushed a little and smiled.
"I mean it, Erin. I know I went after Kelly like a madman, but it was the sight of you that turned me on."
"It was...strange watching you, too," she said. "Did you, uh, like that little bath Kelly gave you?"
"Oh, yeah. I gotta get one of those bath benches."
She chuckled.
"Hey, I can give you one, too, you know."
"I'm not sure it's designed that way."
"You're probably right. Me rubbing my chest against your back probably isn't quite the same."
"No."
"You don't feel jealous or anything?"
"No. There wasn't any...I mean, I don't see myself in any danger of falling in love with Neil, and I know Kelly isn't your type. Too tough and...well..."
"Yeah. She's hot, though, a real sex kitten."
"You'd get bored living with a sex kitten."
"Eventually," he said, grinning.
She slapped his arm.
"But I know what you mean. Kelly's hot, and it's...different with her than with you, but I know who I prefer."
"I wonder what the people at work would say if they knew what I'd been doing tonight."
"The way you dress, they'd probably be shocked to find you even have sex."
"I dress nicely," she said defensively.
"You dress like a schoolteacher."
"I can't be dressing like a slut at work, Tommy."
"Yeah, I know. Anyway, I doubt anyone would believe it."
"No. Luckily."
"We'll have to get a video tape next time for proof." She laughed and slapped him again. "So what do you think? Want to try it again some time?"
She thought for a moment. "Yeah, I guess. It was a super kick doing it with someone else, especially, well, Neil is really hot."
"Yeah. You know, Neil and I were wondering whether you might like to..."
"What?"
"You and Kelly."
She opened her mouth in surprise, then closed it with a snap. "I don't think so."
"Why not?"
"I'm...I admit, she's attractive, but...she really isn't my type."
"Neither is Neil."
"I don't mean physically. She's gorgeous, but...we don't know each other and she just seems, I don't know, a little intimidating."
"So, what kind of woman do you find...your type?"
"I don't know. You're looking for one of those two on ones you've talked about, right?"
He grinned.
"You men are such sluts."
"It's in our nature, baby."
"You could have a two on one without me and the girl...doing it with each other."
"Wouldn't be the same." She made a rude sound.
"Of course, if you wanted to...try it out yourself first, I wouldn't mind."
"Try what out? You mean having sex with another woman. I don't know. I'd feel weird."
"So?"
She shrugged uncertainly.
They drove into the underground garage below their building and parked. Tom slipped his arm around her as they walked to the elevator, then let his hand ease down onto her behind as they waited.
She looked at him in surprise. "Are you still horny?" she demanded.
"When I'm around you, baby, I'm always horny," he said, squeezing her behind.
The elevator opened and they stepped inside. His hand slipped off her behind for a moment, then gripped her thin dress and began sliding it up.
"What are you doing?" she asked, amused.
"Ever thought about doing it in an elevator?"
"You're crazy!"
He leered at her, sliding the hem higher and higher. She looked up at the numbers above the door, sure he was just kidding.
Then he suddenly jerked the skirt up higher and dropped to his knees in front of her.
"Tom!"
He pushed his head under the skirt, his hands pressing her thighs apart as he began to lick at her pussy. She gaped down at her bulging skirt, pushing at him, laughing.
"Stop that, you maniac!"
By the time they reached their floor, however, his tongue had done wonders to change her mind. Still, she reached for the open door as it closed, gasping.
"Tom! Our floor!"
He spread her legs further and his tongue lapped at her clitty.
She moaned and ground her soft behind against the wall of the elevator.
His hands slid up her belly and squeezed her breasts. She could see them moving beneath her thin dress and felt a shimmering wall of sexual heat closing around her. Then he rose, following his arms, sliding the material up over her hips, then up higher to bare her breasts.
She drew one of her legs up and back as he unzipped his pants, then groaned as he entered her, her knee jerking back against the wall as he began to thrust hard and fast.
"God! God! You're crazy!" she gasped.
"Fucking right," he panted.
He abruptly shoved the blazer back over her shoulders, then lifted the dress up, forcing it over her arms, then off. She cursed in excitement, body flushed as she wrapped her leg around him, grunting with each thrust.
Naked, she felt the cool wood of the elevator wall against her back and buttocks. She felt a storm of eroticism at being nude almost in public, at the risk someone might open the doors at any time and catch her like this.
Both his hands seized her behind, digging into the soft flesh. She flung her arms further over his shoulder, then threw her other leg up around him, letting him take her into his hands. She ground her sex against his cock, mashing her lips against his, then pushing herself higher to rub her breasts around his face.
She rode up and down his cock as he pumped her, both of them gasping and panting for breath. He came with a curse, and moments later, she felt her insides twisting and roiling as an orgasm poured through her nervous system.
Just as it hit its peak, the elevator started to move, and a dagger of shock hit her, sending the climax higher and higher.
The elevator was moving because someone had called it, and any second, the doors would open and she would be seen, naked, being fucked up against the wall!
Tom eased her down to her feet then, and pressed a button. The elevator stopped and the doors opened, and before she could speak or even realize what was happening, he had pulled her off it, snatching her clothes off the floor at the last minute.
The doors closed and the elevator went down to whomever had called it while she stood there trembling and shaking and trying to cool off.
"I can't...b-believe we did that," she gasped, as he slipped the dress over her head.
"Wild, huh?"
She groaned as she pushed her arms into the armholes then tugged the dress down her overheated body.
He pressed the button for the elevator and the doors opened just as she pulled her jacket on. It was the same elevator, and inside were two small, elderly women. They smiled and nodded to her as she and Tom got on. She wondered if they'd have been smiling had they seen what the two had been doing moments earlier.
As usual on Mondays, she got home at five. Mondays were always pretty slow at work, at least for her. At Tom's place, they were the busiest days of the week, so she knew he wouldn't be home for hours yet. She went to her room, showered, then changed into a green sweatsuit.
No one at work had looked at her any differently. Nor was there any real reason they should. But she had felt differently, had felt almost secretive, almost smug about the kinky, wild things she and Tom had done on the weekend. What would they have thought, she wondered, if they knew she had participated in wife swapping?
Their eyes would bug so far out of their heads they'd never get them back in. The very idea that she could ever participate in anything like that would stun them.
She had gone to considerable effort, in order to further her career, to make it seem like she was all-business. That meant, she had to be a little cold and brusque at times to discourage people, especially men, from treating her like some big-busted bimbo.
Now she knew that many of them thought she was nearly frigid, and knew they'd probably all get instant erections if they could have seen what she and Tom had gotten up to.
She had, as she often did, worn lacy silk lingerie beneath her business suit. For she liked to remind herself that she was a female. Today, however, it had seemed like much more of a secret than usual.
She ate alone in front of the TV, then went over some legal papers for a case she had the next day. There was a knock at the door just after seven, and she stared at it uncertainly. The doorman was supposed to announce anyone who came up.
Whoever it was knocked again, and she got up and went to the door, looking through the peep hole. She felt a small shock when she recognized Kelly.
She wondered if Tom had planned this, and felt both anticipation and anxiety at the thought. She was sure she'd look like a naive virgin to the sophisticated blonde.
She opened the door slowly.
"Uh, hi," she said.
"Hi," Kelly said.
"The doorman didn't stop you?"
She shook her head. "Doormen never stop cops."
She raised her eyebrows and Erin abruptly stepped back. "Won't you come in?"
"Don't mind if I do."
She was wearing a white suit, with a black silk blouse beneath the blazer, and black tennis shoes. She walked past Erin and looked around as Erin shut the door behind her.
"Uh, can I get you anything?" she asked.
She turned so quickly, Erin backed up a half-step until she hit the wall. Kelly moved forward, grinning down at her from a few inches away.
"Are you afraid of me, Erin?"
"N-No. Of course not. Why would I be?"
"Some people are."
"Of course not," she said, affecting a weak smile.
"That's good." She raised her hand and her fingers brushed the hair back from Erin's forehead and face. "You're very beautiful," she said.
"Uh, thank you," Erin said, her heart beating faster and faster.
"You have a great body, too."
"Yours is better," Erin said, blushing. "I mean, what I saw...well..."
Kelly kissed her on the forehead, then on the cheek, then on the lips. Erin didn't react, except for her pulse, which skyrocketed.
"I wanted to fuck you the first time I saw you," Kelly said, her hands stroking the sides of Erin's face. "I love soft, feminine women."
She leaned in and kissed her again, her lips sliding gently over Erin's mouth.
Erin kissed back hesitantly, not at all sure she wanted to do this, but feeling almost an obligation-as well as a sudden hot, liquid sensation in the pit of her belly.
Their tongues pushed out and met, sliding together, then apart. Their lips pressed repeatedly, each testing the other, their hands on each other's shoulders until Kelly's slid down Erin's back and squeezed her behind.
Erin felt another jolt at that, and groaned as her body was squeezed in against the taller woman.
Kelly's hands slid up and down against her ass, then slipped under the waistband of her sweatpants and over her bare skin. They caressed her flesh slowly, following the round contours of her buttocks, barely touching, then squeezing in, then caressing again as their tongues twirled slowly inside each other's mouths.
One of Kelly's hands slid onto the top of her cleavage behind her, then rode down along the crack of her ass, stroking softly, going down further and further until her long arm slipped her hand right in between Erin's legs from behind and she cupped her pussy. Erin trembled against her, her nipples tightening against the inside of her bra cups, her breathing becoming more ragged as her body heated up.
Kelly was pressing her into the wall, her left hand sliding back and forth over her pussy. The right moved over her hip and then down the front of the loose sweatpants, fingers probing at her cleft, moistening themselves, then finding her clitoris.
"Oh!" Erin gasped.
Kelly smiled, her tongue pushing into her mouth, fucking in and out like a cock as her fingers stroked expertly along her clit. Erin found her hips grinding, her ass rolling, her thighs trembling and opening as the sexual heat fountained higher inside her.
Kelly was a beautiful woman but she was a woman, and she felt a wild, heady delight at herself for being so daring, so wicked. She could feel the other woman's breasts against her own and wondered what they would feel like without their clothes in the way.
"Hot little slut," Kelly whispered, gnawing at her ear lobe. Erin felt the words hit her like gasoline thrown on a fire. Her a slut? Her?
"You want it, don't you, honey?" Kelly whispered softly. "Yeah! Yeah! You want those fingers, don't you, honey?"
Erin moaned and shuddered, humping against the woman's fingers, gasping as two slipped inside her and began to pump in and out. She felt Kelly's thumb close on her clitoris then, grinding it down against the fingers inside her pussy, rolling it between them as she gasped and whined like a bitch in heat.
"Come on my fingers, honey. Come on. I know you want to. Come in your pants, baby," Kelly whispered urgently.
Her hand slipped up from the back of Erin's pants and darted up to her hair. She gripped a thick mass of hair and pulled back, gently but forcefully, then growled as she bent in and licked and sucked on Erin's exposed throat.
Erin cried out, gasping, her hips jerking and rutting against the blonde woman's fingers. Then she came, shuddering violently, clutching Kelly desperately to keep from falling away, grinding her pussy on the woman's fingers as the climax rolled over her mind and body.
She clung to her as the orgasm subsided, gasping softly, trying to get her rubbery legs to keep her up as Kelly stroked her head and hair.
The blonde eased her other hand out of her pants then and grinned. She brought her fingers to her own mouth and licked them, then slipped them into her mouth, sucking softly as Erin looked on. Kelly scooped her sweatshirt up then, without any notice, and Erin automatically lifted her arms and let it slide off. A second later, the blonde pushed her sweatpants down, along with her panties, shoving them to her ankles.
Flushing a little, Erin stepped out of them as Kelly unfastened her bra and pulled it off.
"You have fantastic breasts," she said admiringly.
"Th-thank you," Erin said, blushing again.
Kelly kissed her wrist, then took her hand and led her into the apartment.
"Going to offer me something to drink?" she asked.
"Uh...of course," Erin gulped.
Kelly nodded, letting go of her hand. Erin hesitated a moment, then crossed the room to the cabinet where they kept the liquor. It felt extremely odd to be naked like she was in front of someone else, someone other than Tom, but it also made her feel like a deliciously sexual person.
She poured a couple of drinks and turned to find Kelly sitting on the sofa, long legs crossed. She swallowed nervously and, still blushing, walked back to her, her breasts jiggling slightly, and bent over to hand her her drink.
"Thanks," Kelly said, eyes looking her up and down. She sat down next to her, crossing her legs awkwardly. "So how do you feel?" Kelly asked. "No arguments or jealousy between you and Tom."
"No."
"That's good. There's no way to predict how a couple will react to their first experience. Sometimes one or another will get jealous and think their partner preferred the new person."
Erin shook her head. "I know it was just...novelty. I mean, not that you aren't beautiful, but..."
Kelly nodded and waved her hand. "Yeah, novelty it is. The first time someone other than Neil fucked me was just wild. It was even more wild that he was watching. Did you get off on us watching Neil fuck you in the bathroom?"
Erin blushed yet again, but nodded weakly. "We're all into exhibitionism," Kelly said. "Well, kind of," she said.
"Have you considered shaving your pussy? You won't believe how...naked it makes you feel."
"I, uh...hadn't thought about it," she said in surprise. "You should. In fact, I'll help you."
"Oh, I couldn't..."
"No problem. I've done it for a lot of women," she said. "But I...'
"I even brought some oil."
"O-Oil?"
Kelly finished her drink, then set it down and stood up. She reached down and took Erin by the wrist, then pulled her after her as she went in search of the bathroom.
"But I...I'm not sure yet," Erin gasped.
"You'll love it. Trust me. I know. It's so much more sensitive."
She pulled Erin into the bathroom and nodded, then patted the counter.
"Why don't you take a seat."
"But...but..."
Erin bit her lip, then slid her behind up onto the counter. It was impossible for her not to remember the counter in Kelly's bathroom, where Neil had plunged his cock into her so hard and so well.
Kelly took off her jacket and hung it on a hook, then turned on the water.
Erin was still uncertain, but the woman was so...determined, so firm, so self-assured, it seemed hard to say no.
She was soon at work with small scissors, snipping and trimming Erin's bush as Erin sat back and spread her legs. The process was embarrassing, but oddly arousing as well. Kelly's fingers slid over her cleft as she wet her down, then dipped inside, between her lips, pulling on them to tighten her skin as she shaved carefully along the sides.
Erin gasped softly as the woman's fingers slipped deeper, and pressed upwards towards her clitoris. Kelly smiled knowingly, but continued to work in a business-like fashion. When she was done, she poured warm water over her mons, then rubbed a soft oil into the skin to soothe it and prevent irritation.
Erin slipped off the counter and turned, staring at herself in the mirror with wide eyes. She looked so bare! It was amazing how naked she felt, how on display. She felt like covering herself in front of the smiling blonde.
"God," she whispered.
"Takes a little getting used to," Kelly said. "And I'll leave you the oil, because the skin gets easily irritated at first." She passed behind her, slapped her behind and then laughed to see her jump. "Let's get another drink," she said, going back to the living room.
Erin remained, looking at herself, licking her lips nervously. She felt both embarrassed and aroused-a state of confusion she'd been in with all her new encounters with Kelly and Neil.
She followed her out then, feeling very odd naked. She paused at her room and drew on a robe, then joined the woman in the living room as she was pouring drinks.
"Why did you put that on?" Kelly asked. "Take it off. I like looking at you naked."
"But you're not naked," Erin protested.
"I will be. And in the meantime, I like to look at you," Kelly said, reaching out and undoing the belt, opening the robe and sliding her hand in to cup her naked pussy.
Erin felt the softness of the touch against her newly shaved mound, and immediately felt the increased sensitivity as no hair got between Kelly's fingers and her soft, puffy little mons.
Kelly smiled, slipping two fingers into her moist pussy-hole, then pressing her thumb against her clit. She rubbed her thumb from side to side as her fingers slipped up and down, and Erin stood there gasping, feeling the sensations of pleasure rippling up along her spine, building up with a shocking suddenness.
Kelly picked up her drink with her other hand, sipping as she casually fingered Erin's pussy. Erin felt a wave of shame mixed with a delicious sexual delight at the wicked way she was behaving. Her hips began to buck helplessly and her legs quivered as the pleasure spread out over her body and muscles began to twitch and spasm.
Her legs eased apart and she moaned low in her throat, her head falling back, rolling from side to side as she stood there, arms at her sides, robe opened, breasts swollen and flushed, legs tensing and untensing as if to rise up and down on Kelly's long, pumping fingers.
Then she came, her breath catching in her throat, then sighing out in a long, gurgling moan of ecstasy.
She stumbled back and Kelly slipped a hand behind her to steady her, then slowed her pumping fingers as the spasming in her pussy eased.
Kelly smiled softly, then slipped her fingers out and held them up. They were glistening wetly. She rubbed the tips along Erin's lower lip, then eased them into her mouth as the brunette moaned softly.
Erin closed her lips, tasting the cream from her own body, looking up at the blonde as she sucked softly and licked at them. Kelly let the fingers slide back and forth in her mouth several times, her other hand rising to squeeze one of her breasts, then she pulled her hands away, shoving the robe back over her shoulder to fall down her arms to the floor.
She picked up a second glass and handed it to Erin, then put a hand on her back and steered her back to the sofa.
Instead of having her sit next to her, though, she sat her in the overstuffed chair across the low coffee table, then moved to sit on the sofa, facing her.
"I take it you've never been into much experimentation before," she said, sipping on a cognac.
Erin took a deep breath, then shook her head slowly.
"Have you had many lovers?"
Erin blushed a little and lowered her head, sipping from her own drink.
"Don't tell me you were a virgin bride!"
"Not quite. But Tom was the only man...I mean, until Neil..."
"Really? Goodness."
"You've had...uh...lots of...men?"
"Oh, God, yes. When I was eighteen, I was hitchhiking across country, and I had a lot of fun with truck drivers and others I met. I've had scads of lovers, some I don't remember, some I never even saw their faces or knew their names."
"How could you not see their faces?"
Kelly shrugged. "Orgies, masks, or, on one occasion, I was blindfolded during a gang bang."
"A...you.... "
"A guy I know said that being unable to see would increase the pleasure. I mean, that I'd be more focused on the sensations rather than looking around at everything. It was partially true. I think mostly I was just more turned on by the sense of helplessness, or maybe by feeling almost anonymous, you know. like if I couldn't see them, they couldn't see me.
"Then, there's the masks. When I was in LA, we used to have these orgies. Everyone would wear masks so you never knew who you were fucking. It could be the local priest, or the head of the PTA, or whatever. It was a real treat for ugly people, I suppose. It was also pretty cool to do anything you wanted with nobody there knowing who you were or being able to identify you later."
"I feel strange like this," Erin said, crossing her legs. "You should get comfortable with your body. Don't be ashamed of it."
"I'm not ashamed, but..."
"Spread your legs. Go on."
Erin bit her lip, but obediently uncrossed her legs.
"Wider. Spread them wide. In fact, drape them across the arms of the chair."
"Oh, I couldn't do that!"
"Why not?"
"That would be disgusting!"
"How? I like to look at beautiful women's bodies. Go on. Do it. Please."
"No."
"Pleeeease."
"But why?"
"Because I want to see you."
Erin felt her insides squirming at the thought, but slowly raised her legs, and, face flaming, slumped back and draped them across the arms of the chair.
"I feel like a slut," she protested.
"What's a slut but someone who gets lots of sex."
"Aren't you going to get undressed?"
"Why?"
"Because I feel so...strange being naked when you're dressed." Kelly smiled, then began to unbutton her blouse as Erin looked on. She tugged it out of her pants, then shrugged it off. Beneath it, she wore a small, frilly half-bra. She unclipped it and took it off, then sat back, caressing the underside of her breasts.
"Want to see more?"
"Yes."
Kelly smiled again, then took off her shoes and socks. Her fingers unbuckled her belt, then opened her pants. She slid a hand down inside, and Erin blinked in surprise, watching the movement of her knuckles against the front of the pants, watching them slide slowly up and down as the woman stared at her.
She realized with a shock of recognition that the woman was masturbating. She felt both embarrassed and deeply aroused by the knowledge. At first, she turned away, but her eyes kept returning, and she watched in amazement as the woman raised a hand, cupping and squeezing one of her breasts.
Kelly caught her eyes and smiled, then tugged her pants down, lifting her behind off the sofa, then sliding the pants down her long legs and off. She slumped back then, spreading her legs apart, letting her hands move up and down her body as she watched Erin. "Masturbate for me, Erin," she whispered.
Erin gasped in shock again, her chest locking up as she stared, unable to talk.
"Masturbate. Show me how you pleasure yourself," Kelly whispered, her own fingers sliding down to stroke along her bare cleft.
"I-I couldn't," Erin whispered.
Kelly laid her head back, still watching her. She caressed her breasts, then squeezed them softly up and together. She fingered and pinched her nipples, then let one hand slide down between her legs. Erin watched her fingers disappear into her body, watched them slowly pumping in and out, and felt a burning between her own legs.
Soft sighs of pleasure came from the blonde as her thumb stroked against her clitoris and Erin's own hands slowly eased up to cup her breasts. She let them slide back and forth against her breasts, watching the blonde, feeling a terrible pressure inside her body that made it hard to breath.
She pinched her nipples, gasping as she pulled on them, as she rolled them between her fingers. Then, hesitantly, one finger eased down her body and between her straining thighs. She began to rub her hand back and forth over her hairless mound, but her middle finger slowly sank down between her pubic lips.
She felt her ass rising and squirming, felt the sexual tension growing within her. She rubbed at her clitty and gasped at the sensations, then drove her fingers into her pussy just as Kelly had done.
The two women stared at each other across the table, both gasping softly, their fingers pumping in and out, asses rubbing and grinding on the edge of sofa and chair, legs spread wide.
It was a moment before Erin realized Kelly had stopped, was sitting up straighter, watching her, staring at her.
She felt a surge of thrilled delight, for she had become the performer now. Instead of the two of them participating in the masturbation session, she was doing it alone while Kelly watched. She was masturbating in front of Kelly!
It was such a wanton thing to do, something that would have shocked her in her normal mind.
Yet, she wasn't in her normal mind. Her mind was buzzing and boiling over with sexual heat and delight, with a wanton, carnal lust that drove everything but pleasure from her mind.
She wished now that Kelly had kept her clothes on. The thought of doing something so wanton in front of a clothed person was even more arousing, perhaps even in front of a crowd of people, perhaps at a bar, with scores of men watching.
She felt the burning heat in her loins flaring up through her body, and shuddered violently, trying to hold it back. Her pussy was sucking and pulling at her fingers as she pumped them faster and faster, and she whimpered helplessly, unable to resist as the whirlwind of sexual oblivion drew her in and the orgasm crashed down around her.