Bluebeard’s wife

“Hey, you two.” He frowned at me when I met his eyes, just briefly. My stomach fluttered and I looked back down at Kelly. “What’s up?”

“The stuff I ordered from Kelly’s party came in today,” I said brightly, holding my arms out and striking a pose. “What do you think?”

John’s eyes followed Kelly as she got up from her knees, standing next to me and grasping my trembling hand. He was staring at her pink-tipped breasts, exposed completely above the white corset.

“It’s…uh…” He looked back and forth between us, bewildered. “Tara, isn’t that a little… dark for you? I would have thought that Kelly’s outfit suits you a little better…”

“That’s kind of the idea,” Kelly explained, reaching her hand out to brush my dark hair back over my shoulders, revealing the full front of the black whalenet teddy. My nipples poked through the mesh. “We’re experimenting…”

“Experimenting?” John’s eyes moved down my outfit, taking in the black fishnet stockings, the high heels, the same crotchless panties I’d used to tempt him the other night.

“Mmm hmm,” Kelly murmured, her full, exposed breasts pressing into my side as she kissed my cheek. “Tara, how does it make you feel… being all dressed up like this?”

I gasped when her fingers trailed over the front of my teddy, brushing over my nipple and stopping at my navel, drawing circles there. I shrugged helplessly at her, seeing John’s eyes grow darker as he watched us, sure that I saw disapproval there.

“I… I don’t know…” I murmured as her fingers walked their way lower.

“Yes, you do,” she encouraged, her breath hot against my ear as she found my panties, parting the thin material. “Does it make you feel naughty? Dirty? Slutty?” Her words made my knees feel weak, and John standing in the doorway, leaning there just watching, made it even worse.

“Yes,” I admitted as her finger worked its way through my slit, tracing up and down the cleft. “Oh God… yes… Kelly… yes…”

She was rubbing my clit in slow circles and I closed my eyes and let her.

“Tell me.” She moved her finger a little faster. “Tell me how it makes you feel…” I groaned when she kneeled down in front of me and I felt her breath against my thighs. I couldn’t open my eyes, I couldn’t face seeing John, his reaction. That strange sense of deja-vu washed over me again, and I knew that what had happened between us had been a dress-rehearsal, practice for this moment.

“Ohhhhhh God!” I moaned, feeling her tongue moving between my lips, easing the material apart to find my wetness.

“Do you like being a little whore?” Kelly teased my clit with her finger as she spoke. “Tell me.”

“Yes.” I opened my legs wider and pressed my hips forward.

Her tongue again, the sensation carrying me, and still I wouldn’t look. John must be watching-what was he thinking? I wanted to know, and I didn’t want to know. Her mouth covered my mound, and she made soft, sweet sounds as she licked me.

I felt her hands cupping my ass, pulling me closer, and my balance wavered. I reached for something to steady me, and John was there, moving in behind me, his body warm and hard as I leaned into him.

“Tara…” His hands moving over my breasts, thumbing my nipples on the way down. I whimpered, Kelly’s fingers slipping up inside me as she tongued my clit in fast, delicious circles.

I opened my eyes to him, seeing the dark lust there, and then he was kissing me, the taste and smell of alcohol strong as he sucked my tongue deep into his mouth. It was like he wanted to devour me, his hands kneading the small, soft mounds of my breasts, twisting my nipples in his fingers.

We rocked together like that, I don’t know how long, me sandwiched between the two of them, Kelly’s face buried between my legs, John’s tongue pressing between my lips, his cock like a throbbing steel rod pressing into my behind. I could feel my orgasm building, Kelly’s fingers curling up inside of me again and again as she licked faster now, back and forth over my clit.

I couldn’t even cry out a warning as my climax peaked, I could only clutch at them, one of my hands buried in Kelly’s hair, the other wrapped behind me, around John’s neck. I came hard, so hard my knees buckled under the quivering force of it, and he held me with an arm around my hips as I shuddered between them.

Kelly stood, still licking her fingers, and I couldn’t help it-I pulled her to me and kissed her, tasting me in her mouth, wanting to feel her pressed against me. John’s hands brushed her long, red hair over the creamy skin of her shoulders, his fingers lingering there, and I knew he was looking down at the two of us pressed together, her breasts flattening against mine.

“Your turn,” I whispered against her cheek as our kiss broke, my fingers working their way past the elastic band of her panties.

“Oh I couldn’t,” she teased, dancing away, winking at me as she sat on the bed and crossed one long, sheer white stocking leg over the other. “I’m too much of a good girl to do that…”