Bluebeard’s wife

“Come taste, baby,” she urged, and I couldn’t resist. We both licked at his cock, our tongues meeting again and again over the head. John groaned, and I felt his hand in my hair, saw his other hand in Kelly’s, and we both looked up at him as we fought gently over who got to suck him.

“Oh my God!” He groaned as Kelly took his whole length into her mouth, and I slid my tongue down to lick his balls. We did that for a while, trading places, until John groaned and pulled my mouth off of him, a thick band of saliva trailing from the tip of his cock to my lower lip.

“Wait,” he gasped, but Kelly had other ideas. She was pressing him down onto the bed, and I followed her lead, both of us crooking our thighs over his as we kicked our heels off, kissing his mouth, his neck, our hands working on the rest of his clothes, taking them off.

“You’ve both been… very bad,” John gasped as I pressed his cock with my hand, rubbing it up against his belly.

“Have we?” Kelly purred, flicking her tongue over his nipple. I saw his hand moving over her breast, cupping and kneading the heavy flesh.

I bit my lip, smiling over at her. “Bad enough for a spanking?” Her eyes lit up. “Oh no, not that bad!”

John’s hand was in my hair, pulling my head back so he could kiss me, his tongue sending shivers down my spine. I rubbed the tip of his cock with my thumb, feeling his groan more than hearing it.

“Yes, that bad,” He sat up and rolled me onto my belly on the bed. I squealed, smiling over at Kelly as he turned her, too, so we were lying side by side. “Don’t move, either of you.”

Kelly’s breath was warm over my face and I touched my forehead to hers.

“What’s he doing?”

We could hear him moving around the room, but I didn’t strain to see. My whole body was tingling with anticipation and excitement.

“I think we’re going to get a-” Kelly’s yelp stopped her sentence as the belt came down, catching both of us at once. The sharp sting of the strap came again, this time a little lower across my behind.

“You’ve been very, very bad girls.” The third slap brought a red heat to my bottom, and I bit my lip, my eyes meeting Kelly’s wide ones.

“John!” I twisted to look at him, but his hand pressed my lower back, shoving me down onto the bed, and I moaned when his belt strap caught my upper thigh.

“You wanted to be a naughty slut, didn’t you?” he asked, and Kelly squealed, squeezing her eyes shut. “Did Kelly teach you how to be a bad girl, Tara?” I couldn’t tell if he was playing or being serious, and my bottom stung with a throbbing sort of heat.

“No!” I felt Kelly’s hand nudging mine, squeezing. “I learned that listening to your phone conversations.”

Kelly’s eyes flew open wide. The sound of the belt and, more importantly, its bite, stopped. John was breathing hard, and I dared to turn my head to look at him.

“You were listening?” His hand moved coolly over the redness of my ass. His face had changed from its initial shock. Now he was kind of half-smiling, his eyes moving the path his hand was tracing on my bottom. I noticed that his other hand was moving over Kelly’s rounded behind, too.

“Yes.” I blinked back tears. “All that time, I tried to get you to tell me your fantasies, and you wouldn’t…”

He nodded, his face changing again. Now the smile was gone, his eyes darker, almost pained.

“I just wanted…” I drew a shaky breath. “I just wanted to be a part of that, too…” John shook his head, looking back and forth between us as we twisted on the bed to look back at him. “I guess we’ve both been keeping secrets…”

“Maybe it’s time to share them.” Kelly moved so she was pressing against me, pulling my belly to hers.

“Maybe…” John’s eyes moved over us as we twined our bodies together.

The heat of Kelly’s mound was straining towards mine, her breasts pressed flat into my chest, their softness incredible.

“Do you want to be a slutty little whore?” Kelly asked me, her fingers reaching between my legs, parting my flesh.

I glanced up at John. “I want to be his slutty little whore. I want to do all those naughty, nasty things you did on the phone, John. Anything you want. I’m all yours.” He groaned, and I saw something in his face give, his jaw softening, his eyes too.

He moved in beside me, pressing me from behind, kissing my cheek, my ear, my neck.

“Anything?” he whispered, moving his hand down my belly, his fingers mingling with Kelly’s, rubbing at my smooth, wet flesh between and over the crotchless panties.

“Anything,” I agreed with a nod. Kelly’s eyes were bright as she leaned in to suck my nipples, working her tongue around each of them in turn, making them stand up nice and hard.

“I feel like a kid in a candy store.” He parted my pussy lips for Kelly’s fingers.

“I mean it.” I spread my legs a little further, moaning when Kelly’s fingers plunged deep inside of me. “Tie me up, spank me, fuck my ass… whatever you want.”

“You really want that?” He sounded incredulous…and hopeful.