Selena Kitt - Crazy About the Baumgartners

“Thank you.” Carrie put her arms around me, tears in her eyes, which made me tear up too.

I whispered Doc’s words into her ear, “Because she’ll always be part of our family.”

She nodded, wiping her eyes with the back of her hands.

“Okay, can we make popcorn and watch the movie now?” Henry asked, grabbing his mother’s hand and pulling her back toward the stairs.

Carrie snuggled on the couch with the kids while Doc and I went into the kitchen to make popcorn. Doc was the popcorn maker-he did it in a pan on the stove, the old fashioned way with oil-while I melted butter and got out bowls and popcorn seasoning. Everyone liked something different-white cheddar for Henry, cinnamon sugar for Janie, sour cream and onion for me and Carrie, and Doc was a purist. He loved it with just butter and salt. Doc and I had it down to a science. We moved through the kitchen like we were doing ballet, everything orchestrated.

“That was a beautiful gift, Gretchen.” Doc moved in behind me with the hot pan, shaking fluffy white popcorn into each bowl.

“I was nervous. But I’m glad she liked it.” I started pouring butter in as each bowl was filled. “So you’re really sure you’re not going to try again?”

“No.” He shook his head, taking the now empty pan over to the sink. “Too much heartache, like Carrie said. I don’t think we’ll be fostering any more babies.”

“How can someone come into your life, spend such a short time, but you end up loving and missing them so much when they’re gone.?”

“Love is like that.” He moved in behind me again, this time putting his hands on my hips, his lips on my neck. “We get attached.”

“Mmm.” I leaned back against him, smiling. “Are you still planning to give her the other gift tonight?”

“I think so.” His lips on my throat sent goose flesh down my arms. “She’s in a great mood. It’s good timing.”

“I can’t wait.”

The previews had ended and the movie had just started when Doc carried popcorn bowls into the family room on a tray. I had a pitcher of Mrs. B’s homemade lemonade and four glasses. We snuggled on the big sectional couch, Mrs. B in the corner, the kids on either side of her, Doc on one end, next to Henry, me on the other, next to Janie. When the movie was over, it was bed time, although the kids protested. No one wanted the night to end-it had been one of the best we’d had in a long, long time.

“Will you tuck us in, Mom?” Janie pleaded, coming into the kitchen as we cleaned up our popcorn mess.

“Sure.” Carrie kissed the top of her daughter’s head before sending her down the hall to brush her teeth. I went upstairs to my room and I heard the kids pounding up to say goodnight to their father, something they did every night. They rushed by in their PJs, but the Baumgartners’ bedroom door was locked.

“Dad?” They pounded on the door.

“Just a minute!” he called.

He opened his bedroom door and came out to hug and kiss them goodnight. I watched from my perch on the bed as they passed, waving goodnight to me, before he sent them down to their room. Then he crooked his finger at me. I went to him and he opened the bedroom door, leading me inside.

“Wow.” I stared up at the eyebolts in the ceiling. He’d installed those days ago, hoping Carrie wouldn’t notice and, so far, she hadn’t. Now there were two sex swings hanging from them. “Fun!”

“I can’t wait to find out.” He grinned. “Wanna climb in?”

“Now, before she sees them?”

“Yes.” He nodded. “I want you to be part of the gift.”

I smiled, pulling my t-shirt off over my head. I loved the way his eyes lit up when I did that. Doc had me strip down to nothing and then he lifted me into the harness. It was all a collection of straps that went together somehow. Thankfully, he knew what he was doing, because before I knew it, I was strapped in, right at the perfect height for him to fuck me. He could swing me around and I could hold the straps and lean back.

“This is pretty amazing,” I said, wrapping my legs around him-he was still fully clothed-digging my heels into his back as he leaned in to kiss me. His cock sure liked them because he was hard as a rock. I wiggled into the saddle of his hips, rubbing my pussy against the crotch of his pants.

“I hear her coming up the stairs.” He broke our kiss, eyes bright. “Don’t move.”

“Like I could?” I laughed. My thighs were strapped into the swing and I was hanging so far off the ground, my feet didn’t touch.

Doc opened the bedroom door, going out in the hall and closing it behind him. I heard them talking but didn’t hear what they were saying. I looked up at the ceiling, worried the straps and hooks might not hold, even with the T-bar and the springs, but I trusted Doc’s building skills. He’d built the treehouse in the backyard, after all. It seemed secure. I was tempted to actually swing on it, like a little kid, but I didn’t.

“Doc, what surprise?” Carrie laughed as he opened the door and he led her in, his hand covering her eyes. He closed and locked the door behind her, pushing her forward a few steps, judging the distance, looking at me hanging from the ceiling.

“Ready?” He slipped his other arm around her waist, his hand sliding up, not quite cupping her breast.

“Ready for what?” She laughed again.

He uncovered her eyes and she gaped, eyes widening as she looked at me hanging from the ceiling. I stretched out my legs, wiggling my toes, and leaned back, which made my legs spread open like an offering.

“You like your present?” I asked.

Carrie groaned, already unbuttoning her blouse as she came toward me. Her gaze traced the ropes to the ceiling, seeing the second swing hanging loose. She grinned over her shoulder at Doc as she wiggled out of her jeans.

“Is that one for me?”

“Well it ain’t for me.” He laughed.

“Oh look at you.” Carrie grabbed my thighs twirling me around to face her, making me squeal and laugh. “You’re good enough to eat.”

“I hope so.”

And that’s just what she did, lowering her face to my pussy and licking my slit. I moaned and spread wider, arching in the straps. Being in the swing was like free-falling, a little scary and a lot exhilarating. The way he had me hooked up, I could lean back, let the straps around my arms and thighs support me, my head hanging free, while they did anything they wanted.

“Oh yes!” I cried when Carrie sucked my clit between her lips. She spread my legs wider, bending over to eat my pussy like she was a naughty child licking her plate clean at the table after dinner. I held onto the straps, watching as Doc undressed. Carrie was still wearing her bra and panties, tits swaying as licked me.

“Doc!” she gasped when he grabbed her from behind, grinding his cock against her ass, still encased in pink panties.

“I want you in the other one.”

“Can’t I make her come first? Carrie complained, licking her lips.

“I’m all for that idea,” I said, nodding eagerly.

“Nope, not yet.” Doc chuckled, smacking his wife’s ass, making her yelp.

He made her strip, just like he had me, and he lifted her into the harness, adjusting the straps the same way he had mine, until we were both hanging at the same height.

“Don’t you dare leave us,” Carrie warned him

“I don’t think any man in his right mind would leave this room right now, even if it was on fire.” He took a step back, cock in his fist, to admire his handiwork.

We were almost touching, hip to hip, and I reached out, grabbing one of Carrie’s straps, so I could swing her toward me.

“Oh, I like this.” Carrie laughed as our legs entwined, our arms too, both of us completely suspended.