Selena Kitt - Bluebeard’s wife

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.

“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.

“Yes!” I wiggled back against his cock, feeling his hardness pressed against the crack of my ass. “I want it all… everything… I want you…” I could feel Kelly’s hand reaching between my legs, nudging John’s cock towards my wetness. She stroked him as she rubbed the head against my slit, aiming.

“Oh God!” He groaned as she lifted my leg further, teasing the entrance of my pussy with the tip of him.

“She wants it.” Kelly rubbed my clit with her fingertip, making me shiver. “Fuck her, John. Fuck your little slut wife.”

The words made both of us moan, and then John was curling around, moving inside of me, his thick length filling me from behind.

Kelly’s hand pressed my thigh up further, and I felt her breath against my lower belly as she moved around to watch as he fucked me. Now I could see that the fingers of her other hand were lost in her own flesh, panties pulled aside, rubbing her clit, lightning fast. I could see the glistening wetness, could even smell her, that sweet musk, and it made my mouth water.

“Kelly!” I felt her mouth cover my mound, her tongue easing back and forth over my clit. John reached around and twisted my nipple in his fingers, making me arch him deeper of me.

“I want you to lick her, too,” John said into my ear, and I turned my face to his, seeing his eyes on Kelly’s fingers, moving in and out of her pussy now.

“Yes!” I groaned when he slid out of me so I could roll myself onto Kelly, straddling her face with my eager, spread thighs.

I couldn’t concentrate-it all felt too good. John’s cock plunged fast and hard into my open pussy, and Kelly’s mouth fastened over my mound, sucking my clit rhythmically between her lips. I tried to keep up the same rhythm on her clit, back and forth over that sensitive bud of flesh. I could feel her thighs trembling against my hands as I spread them open.