I wrote this one around about the same time as the last one. Obviously this is fiction; we were still exploring the concept, and writing stories seemed a very good way of doing this..
Enjoy
Sue stood outside the pub, the smoke from her cigarette trailed into the darkness, mingling with her breath as it rose through the cold night air. The noise from the inside was thankfully muted through the closed doors, but occasionally, a burst of rapacious laughter broke through, interrupting her thoughts. She was bored; her classmates inside were full of cheery youthfulness, launching themselves wholeheartedly into the stereotypical lifestyle of the student, talking about bars and boys, about getting obliviously drunk every night.
She pulled the phone from her pocket, checking the time. It was still early. She pressed dial and held the phone to her ear.
“Hello?”
A smile softened her face as she heard the warm voice of her husband. “It’s me, how’s your evening been?”
“Quiet, I’ve just been aimlessly surfing. Nothing really to report. How about you?”
Sue sighed, “Pretty boring so far. I was toying with the idea of coming home early, if that’s alright with you.” She could hear his grin over the line.
“Sounds good to me, I was getting a little bored as it was myself.”
Sue moved away from the door as a pair of men came through, waving unlit cigarettes whilst talking amongst themselves.
“Ok, I’ll have another drink with the girls then I’ll set off. I’ll see you in about an hour. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
She ended the call and slipped the phone back into her jacket pocket. Turning to the door, she muttered “to hell with it,” and pulled out another cigarette.
“Boyfriend?”
She turned. The two men were looking at her.
“Boyfriend?” one of them repeated. He lifted his hand to his ear, thumb and little finger extended in the universal symbol for telephone.
“Oh,” Sue raised her hand, indicating the ring. “Husband.”
“Husband? Aren’t you a little young to be tied down?” He raised a cigarette to his lips.
Sue grinned. “Over six years and counting.”
“Happy?”
“Very.”
He shrugged and glanced at his friend. “I’m Tom, and this is Karl.”
“Sue.” She waved her cigarette in greeting. The two men were dressed pretty much as typical students; both in their mid to late twenties, not bad looking. Both had unruly dark hair and wearing clothes that whilst probably expensive, gave them a general look of dishevelment.
“I could never get married,” Tom flicked the glowing remains of his cigarette onto the road, quickly pulling another from a packet in his shirt pocket, “For me, the whole concept is outdated, hinging on an unrealistic promise, that,” he paused as he lit the cigarette, “neither of you will ever want to sleep with anyone else.” He jabbed the glowing tip for added emphasis.
“It works for me.” Sue shrugged.
“Maybe for now, but for how long? I’ll give you an example; you’re on a night out, and hubby’s back home. You see someone that you just click with; the pheromones are flying, the tensions are high, and all you’re thinking about is how you want to take this person back and shag their brains out; it’s not love, just pure, unadulterated lust, but because you’re married, there’s nothing you can do except push it to the back of your mind, pretend that you don’t feel it, that you’re not really human, perhaps conjuring up the memory on ‘date night’ when your husband is lying on top of you, going through the over familiar routine.” He took a long drag from the cigarette, blowing a long plume of smoke into the night air. “But me,” he continued, “I can stand here, admiring the shape of your breasts, which are very nice by the way, and imagine what you’d look like naked on my bed, without once feeling a shred of guilt.”
Sue blushed at the inelegant complement. “It’s not like that,” she began.
“Ok, lets have another example. Let’s say you’re looking at Karl and myself, and you like what you see. A little small talk and you’re feeling horny.”
Sue could feel a second blush rise to her cheeks.
Tom noticed. “Oh, you are feeling horny? So, then, I mention that we share a house together, there’s no danger of interruptions, and we’ve been two thirds of a threesome before. All you have to do is say yes, and you could have the night of your life. What do you do?”
Sue dropped the dying embers of her cigarette on the floor, crushing it with her foot. “I’d ring my husband and tell him that I’ll be late back, and why.” She grinned at the surprised expression on his face. “I’ve got a very open minded husband.”
“I don’t think I believe you.”
“You want me to have a threesome with you to prove that my husband won’t mind?” Sue shrugged. He was right; she was beginning to feel horny. “You’ve got to do better than that.”
“Alright then, what about if I told you that in less than an hour, you could be laid on your back on a soft mattress, a scented candle burning beside you, feeling the warmth of a mouth around each of your nipples?”
“I’d say that you’re getting warmer.”
“In two hours, I’ll be pulling my head from between your legs as your orgasm subsides. In three, you’ll be screaming out to God as both Karl and I take you in every position you’ve ever imagined.” He threw the cigarette away. “What do you say now?”
“Sold, I’ll call him.” She pulled the phone from her pocket.
Bob reached for the telephone on the third ring, simultaneously hitting the key to pause the film.
“Hello?”
“Hi love,” He smiled as he heard the familiar voice over the line.
“So, have you had enough? Are you coming home?”
“Not exactly,” There was a long pause on the line. “I’ve um had an offer.” She paused again. “You remember that conversation we had a while ago, about a certain freedom?” The hesitation in her voice was causing his heart to race as myriad possibilities ran through his mind.
“You mean, giving you the freedom to…with…”
“Yes…does that still stand?”
Bob’s heartbeat became frantic. His hand shook as he held the receiver to his ear. Part of his mind screamed yes, that it was still one of his biggest fantasies. A smaller part worried aloud over whether it would change things between them, whether she’d come home, whether he’d be good enough anymore. He also knew that if he said no, then she’d never ask again. He took a deep breath.
“Yes, it still stands.” There was a sigh of relief over the line.
“Well, I’m going to take you up on it tonight. I’ll tell you about it later. I love you.”
“I love you too.” The soft crackle of the line went dead. He stared at the phone with unseeing eyes as long minutes went by, his mind elsewhere. Finally focusing upon the screen, he hit the play button, but his thoughts were elsewhere.
Sue put the mobile in her pocket. “See, told you.” The two look at each other for a moment, grinning. Sue smiled sweetly, “I’m ready.”
The taxi took a winding route through unfamiliar streets, although in the orange gloom of the sodium lighting, even roads she travelled regularly would seem strange. Sue wondered if the two bodies pressing in on either side of her felt as anxious as she did. Her stomach was doing cartwheels, half through nerves, half delicious excitement. She tensed for a moment as she felt the feather light tough of a hand on her thigh, relaxing slightly as a second hand joined the first, stroking her other thigh through the thick denim. A shiver of euphoria ran down her spine; she felt both liberated and sluttish, she reached out, running her hands over the tight bulges of their trousers.
“Just here mate.”
The taxi pulled over to the side of the road. One of the hands left her thigh, fumbling in the owner’s pocket for the fare, emerging a moment later with a wrinkled note. Tom offered it to the driver. The driver handed over the change, his expression neutral, betraying no sign that he as aware of what they were up to.
Together they walked up the small flight of steps to the house, Sue in the middle, arms linked with the two men. They stopped at the door as Karl fumbled with the keys, hands shaking slightly as he struggled to force the key into the lock. He a grunt of satisfaction as the key finally turned and the door swung inward.
The house bore all the traditional marks of a student domicile, mismatched furniture, empty beer cans sat on the floor, and a shelf full of supermarket brand liquor. In place of a television sat a computer, its keyboard hidden under paper.
“Would you like a drink?”
She turned to Karl, “Do you have any vodka?”
As he picked a bottle off the well-stocked shelf, Sue excused herself and headed to the bathroom. She pulled her mobile from her pocket and quickly thumbed a message. “Are you sure? Last chance to change your mind.”
Message sent, she placed the phone on the sink and stared into the mirror, analysing her reflection, lost until her thoughts were interrupted by the bleep of the phone. She glanced at the message. “Have fun, Love you.” Well, that was that, it was up to her now. Did she want to do this? With a smile, she pocketed the phone and returned down the stairs.
Sue took the glass from Karl, lifting it to her lips; she tilted her head back and took a long swig to calm her nerves. The sexual tension in the room was palpable, almost stifling. Each was waiting for one of the others to make the first move. Sue took another pull at her glass, draining it of the clear liquid before glancing from one to another, a sultry smile developing on her face. Feeling deliciously sluttish, she put her arms around Tom’s neck and kissed him deeply. His hands enveloped her, descending to her rear, kneading the flesh of her buttocks as their lips danced together. She broke the kiss and turned to Karl, a wicked smile playing across her face.
“So, where’s the bedroom?”
A moment later, she was being led up a narrow flight of stairs. A candle was hurriedly lit, lending the room a warm glow. Sue stood and faced the pair, offering them a smile before pulling her top over her head. The fabric caught over her face, covering her eyes leaving her mouth free. A pair of hands found her own, holding them above her head as a warm pair of lips met hers. Sue felt herself lowered back upon the bed; fingers fumbled with the clasp of her jeans. She kept her eyes closed, as her head was pulled free of the top, concentrating instead on the sensations of movement all around her. Hands roamed her body; warm strong fingers explored her skin, lips pressed firmly into her own.
Her hands moved of their own volition, feeling the curve of muscle beneath thick denim, the firm bulge where the legs joined, familiar and yet strange beneath her fingers.
She shivered as fingers slid beneath the line of her panties, pressing against the swollen hood of her clitoris, sending waves of pleasure through her body, gasping as her breasts were released from the restriction of her bra, exposed to the cool air of the room for a moment before both nipples were simultaneously engulfed within warm lips. Her back arched as a pair of fingers entered her, teasing her from inside, causing her body to want more. On the periphery of reason she heard a wanton voice echo throughout the room, demanding somebody fuck her now. Reason was gone, only lust remained.
Without warning, she was spun onto her front; her breasts pressing against the mattress. She pulled her knees to her chest, raising herself in invitation. A large erection appeared beside her face, teasingly stroked inches away from her lips. Hungrily she grabbed it, stretching her lips around the head as her hand eased it into her mouth, moaning loudly as she felt Tom behind her, positioning himself at the entrance to her labia. She pulled her head free, uttering a small scream of lust as he penetrated her, filling her completely, holding her impaled on his erection for a long moment before retreating, leaving behind a cavernous ache of lust.
The thrusting began in earnest; She opened her mouth as the second penis once again pressed against her lips. Thighs slapped against her buttocks as he ploughed into her, pressing her down further onto the second cock, forcing it further down the confines of her throat. Hands caressed her buttocks and breasts; wandering fingers left trails of fire as they crawled over her skin, probing, kneading her body. Her moans echoed about the room in time with the wet slap of flesh against flesh. Her orgasm came and went, replaced quickly by the next then the one after.
Some primal instinct took over as a sudden flood of warmth exploded inside her. She pulled away, tugging at Karl beside her, throwing him down upon the bed before straddling his body, sinking herself down upon him in one movement, gasping as his larger size stretched her further, penetrated her deeper. She rode him like she was possessed, bucking her hips, raising herself on her knees and then falling back down, yelling out each time her body sank down upon his, calling out as uncounted waves of orgasm crashed around her.
Tom was recovering quickly; he stood beside the bed watching them, his hand moving swiftly over his growing erection, coaxing it back to full size.
Sue felt Karl tense beneath her; his penis pulsed as once again she felt the warm flush of semen within her abdomen, spilling out as he thrust one last time. She sank down to the bed, panting with exhaustion. Beside her, Tom furiously pulled at his penis, his eyes glinting hungrily in the candlelight as they roamed her body. She pulled herself closer, clambering over his exhausted friend, positioning her lips a mere inch from the tip of his erection as his fist pounded the length of his shaft. Without warning, she leaned forward, taking him into her mouth. Sliding her tongue along the underside of his cock. It was enough to throw him over the edge; she felt him pulse in her mouth, shaking as she sucked the last drops of his seed.
It was a while before any of them could move. Sue pulled herself from the bed on shaking legs, leaning on a nearby dresser for support as she searched the floor blindly for her jeans. She grinned in the dark as she found them; clutching them to her chest she stumbled from the room and into the bathroom next door. Her entire body ached. She delved into the jeans and retrieved her phone, quickly thumbing a message.
Minutes later, she crawled back into the bed; a naked body at either side of her. Smiling, she closed her eyes, her fingers lazily tracing patterns through the soft down of hair that covered Karls upper torso.
“So, who’s ready for more?”
Bob picked up the phone, squinting at the sudden brightness of the display. Heart racing, he opened the message. Two words greeted him; he read them through once more, smiled, and then closed the phone. “Thank you, see you in the morning.”
