Bluebeard’s wife

I smiled, glancing up at John, who looked a little dazed, still, as he watched us play this out.

“Let me show you.” I sank to my knees in front of her, my hands running over her stockings.

“Tara, no!” She feigned shock as my mouth found her nipple, drawing it deep into my mouth. “Oh, no, I can’t, it’s too naughty…”

I ignored her words, flicking my tongue over to her other nipple, my fingers working the first one, making them a glistening cherry red instead of pale pink. I sensed John behind me, watching us.

“Doesn’t it make your pussy wet?” I pushed her back onto the bed and put my hands on her legs, one on each knee.

“Don’t talk like that,” she gasped as I parted her thighs, staring at the darkening wet spot in the crotch of her white silk panties. “It’s so… dirty…”

“Show me your cunt,” I demanded, and saw something give in her eyes at my words. She reached a hand down to pull her panties aside, exposing her smooth, slick lips. They were still swollen from my mouth, and I wanted to taste her again.

“Ohhhhh God,” she whispered when I traced up and down her slit and she shivered when I nudged her clit with my finger. ‘

“Doesn’t that feel good?” I rubbed the wet hood, back and forth, playing hide and seek with her clit.

“Yes!” She parted her legs a little further.

“Tell me,” I instructed, moving my mouth close, close enough that she could feel my breath, but not touching. “Tell me what you want.” She groaned, shaking her head. “It’s so naughty… so bad…”

“Mmm hmm,” I agreed. “But being bad feels soooo good, baby. Tell me.” Kelly’s eyes met mine and she glanced over my shoulder, and I knew she was looking at John. What was he thinking? I wondered again, but couldn’t, wouldn’t, turn to see.

She bit her lip, and then said the words, “Lick me… lick my hot, wet little cunt, Tara.”

I groaned, burying my face against her flesh, tasting the hot, musky juices as I pressed my tongue between her slit. She groaned, too, her eyes closing to slits as she

cupped her breasts, pulling at her nipples as I tongued her clit. I could hear John’s breath, ragged and fast, and then I felt his hands, moving over my behind, lifting my ass in the air.

Kelly’s hands were in my hair, pulling my tongue in deeper, so I couldn’t look back to see what he was doing, but I knew, even before I felt his cock pressing between my legs. There was no gentleness, no soft words, just the steel heat of him sliding into my wetness. His hands gripped my flesh and he groaned, shoving his hips against mine, as if he could find a place that was just a little deeper inside of me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Kelly whispered, rocking against me. “I’m such a dirty girl, such a naughty slut… I love your fucking tongue shoved up my cunt!” The harshness of her words drove us both, my fingers moving in and out of her, John’s cock shoving deep into me from behind. We all rocked together, panting and moaning, working hard toward release. Kelly got there first, that little “oh, oh, oh!” giving me a momentary warning that she was close.

“Fuck, Tara!” She bucked up so hard I could barely keep my mouth on her. “I’m going to come all over your face, baby, are you ready?” I couldn’t do anything but make a noise in my throat, a deep, ready noise, urging her on. She was slick on my face, down my chin, rivers of her juices running down her ass onto the bedspread.

“Ohhhhhhh!” she cried. “Ohhh you make my pussy feel sooooo gooood!” Behind me, John growled, thrusting harder, and I spread some more, arching back against him.

“Fuck, yes! Now, now!” Her whole body stiffened as she came, and then let go into a quivering, undulating mass, the pointed ends of her heels digging deep into the mattress as she pressed her hips up.

“Doesn’t it feel good to be bad?” I wiped my face with the back of my hand and grinned up at her. Her eyes met mine, and then glanced behind me to John. He had slowed, but his cock was throbbing inside of me, and I squeezed it, making him gasp.

“Yes,” she agreed with a smile. “Sometimes a girl loves being a dirty little slut…

doesn’t she, John?”

I didn’t see what passed between them-I could only see Kelly’s eyes, the way she looked at him. But something was happening, I could sense it, feel it in my belly, in the way his hands moved over my ass as he pressed into me.

“I think it’s someone else’s turn, now.” Kelly slid off the bed and kissed me as she went. I groaned when John slipped out of me, and was amazed how fast Kelly was on him, pressing him to sit down on the bed and positioning us both between his legs.

“She tastes so good on your cock, John,” Kelly whispered and I watched, my heart pounding, as she started to lick my juices off the head of him. I had a momentary stab of jealousy (he’s mine!) as I watched her ease her mouth down around his shaft and saw his eyes close with the pleasure of it. But then, she looked at me, leaning his thick length in my direction.