After the rehearsal dinner, Kelly and I hosted a party. Other than Jessie, we didn’t know the guests very well, but she vouched for them and that was good enough for us. As the party wound down, we made arrangements for the four guests that had decided to accept our invitation to stay over. With all the drinks we had consumed and after the conversation had turned a little to the sexy side earlier in the evening, we were both a little horny.
“We’re not used to having people in the house who can hear us,” Kelly whispered. “We’ll have to be quiet like we were when the kids were little.”
We both giggled at that and then got down to some serious up close and intimate time. I had just started kissing my way down her body and as I stopped to suckle on her nipples, she decided to tease me a little. “You’d like to do that to Jessie wouldn’t you?” I decided to play along.
“You know I would,” I said as I switched sides. A brief but firm suck on that nipple made her squirm a little, “You know how I am about boobs!” I continued paying attention to her breasts, “I love sucking on your amazing breasts,” I said when I came up for air, “and I especially love sliding my cock between them and shooting my cum all over them!”
She had obviously tired of the boob talk because her hands found my head and urged me lower. As I got to the top of her soft curly bush, she teased me again. “Do you think Jessie shaves down there?”
“I know that she doesn’t,” I answered. My drunken and hyper-aroused state had loosened my tongue and I was about to reveal something I would not ordinarily have told her. But all the blood that was hardening my cock had to come from somewhere and tonight, apparently, it was vacating my brain. “She has a kitty groomer.”
“A kitty groomer?” Kelly asked.
“She gets her pussy waxed,” I said. Kelly pushed my head away from her.
“And how exactly do you know that?” she demanded to know.
I shrugged, “She told me,” I said simply.
“And why would she tell you about getting her pussy waxed?” It seemed that my simple answer was not what she was looking for.
“Remember a few years ago when we were having trouble in the bedroom? Well, we got to talking and she made a few suggestions that might help. One of them was to maybe shave or wax the downtown.”
“So that’s where that idea came from,” she said. “Well, that was a pretty good idea.” We had initially shaved herself bare, but now she just shaved her pussy lips and kept a neatly trimmed triangle above her slit. “Simon, I have to know, did she really offer herself to you?”
“Yes, baby, she did, and I told her exactly what she said I told her.” I came up and kissed my wife of twenty-two years. “If I were going to fool around on you, Jessie would be my first choice, but what I have here at home is not worth that risk.” She must have liked that answer better because she pushed back down on my head and guided me to her pussy. In ten short minutes, she was grabbing her pillow and pulling it over her face to mute the noises I was coaxing from her as she orgasmed, her juices flowed freely from her onto my face and down the crack of her ass.
I moved back up and kissed her, sharing her taste as my tongue darted into her mouth. “Mmmmm, I taste pretty good!” she purred. “Do you think she was serious?”
“Do I think who was serious about what?” I asked. My bloodless brain was having trouble with my short-term memory.
Kelly sat up and took my hand, “Do you think Jessie was serious about me sleeping with her?”
“I think she was serious about sleeping with you,” I answered and Kelly relaxed a little. “I do, however, think she is more serious about you and I spending the night with both her and James.”
“Fuck off!” she said, astonished at the possibility. “The four of us?”
“Absolutely,” I said.
“Do you think we should?” she asked. Was that the crack of an opening door I just saw?
“Only if you want to,” I answered. “Baby, listen to me. We have talked about all sorts of things since we first got together and sharing each other with other partners has been one of them. We also talked about each of us having a secret piece on the side that the other didn’t know about, we talked about three ways, about toys, about ropes and chains, and all sorts of other things. I have made my position on all these things very clear – either we are in it together or not at all.”
We kissed some more before I continued, “Remember when we first got together, it was only plain old man on top sex. Then little by little we tried new things and we didn’t always like them at first, but eventually, we worked a lot of those things into our regular lovemaking.”
“Even the anal,” she said. “That was a tough one, but we figured it out. Now I love it!”
“There you go,” I said. “What’s the one common thread that ties everything we’ve tried together?”
She nodded her head, “We try it together or not at all.”
“Exactly,” he soothed. “So, if at some point you want us to explore sharing each other with other people, you just say the word and we’ll talk about it.” We kissed some more and she nodded her head.
“Okay,” she whispered. “I love you so much Simon, you are so good to me.”
“I love you too Kelly, so much it hurts sometimes.” She smiled at me and then excused herself to her walk-in closet, returning with a small silk bag. She opened it and took out her favourite toy, a double-headed vibrator that she could put in her pussy and her ass at the same time. She only took that out for one purpose and I shivered with anticipation as she took two pillows from the bed and set them on the floor at right angles. I knew that we were about to perform a sacred ritual that we had developed and only did a few times a year.
“Excuse me, baby.” She disappeared into the washroom for a few minutes and returned looking as she always did when we played this particular game. We had not really set out to invent a game, it just sort of evolved as our sex lives did after we started experimenting. Over the years we perfected it and now we play it two or three times a year.
She was wearing the same lingerie she had worn on our wedding night twenty-two years ago, her snow-white garter belt and matching stockings; her feet were clad in white four-inch white heels with instantly recognizable red soles. Her face was made up perfectly, not overdone except for the bright red lipstick that matched the soles of her shoes. In her hand was a small bottle of lubricant and a hand towel.
She pooped open the bottle of lube and applied a generous amount to both prongs of the toy, what remained on her hands was slathered onto her pussy and ass hole. She wiped her hands on the hand towel and then picked up the toy. “Do you want to do the honours?” she asked.
I shook my head, “No, baby, it looks so much hotter when you do it.”
“It does, doesn’t it?” We had once used a mirror so she could see her fucking herself in both her holes with the toy and we agreed at the time it looked so much more erotic when she did it than when I did. She raised one stilettoed foot and rested it on the chair at her dressing table. Reaching down with the toy, she used two fingers of her free hand to open up her pussy lips and slipped the head of the larger appendage into herself. Then she made a small adjustment and positioned the head of the smaller appendage at the entrance to her back door.