A New Way of Seeing Things Pt. 03 Ch. 07

"I'm pretty sure she did, yes."

"Think she's still listening?"

Gwen hopped off the bed and swung the door open to reveal an empty hallway. She could hear a soft buzzing. "No."

Tim shook his head at the open doorway and chuckled. "Don't you think she might see us that way?"

"She'll be busy for a little bit."

"Busy? Doing what?"

"You know. Relieving an urge. Taking care of business." She lay down next to him and lowered her voice. "Masturbating."

Her husband's eyes flickered in surprise. "Yeah, I guess that's why she was listening, huh?" He hesitated, thinking his next sentence over carefully. "You can go help her if you want,."

It was Gwen's turn to show surprise. "Really?"

Tim's expression remained calm. "Mm-hmm."

Gwen rose from the bed, never taking her eyes from him. "You sure?"

"Go on ahead. Just come back when you're done. Sorry, but you still have to sleep with me. House rules."

"I'd be very happy to do that," Gwen said with a smile. "I'll go check on her—I'm sure she's got things well in hand—" she blushed at her choice of words and Tim smiled. "Are you sure?"

"Yup. Go check on our houseguest."

Gwen continued to look back for some sort of recall even as she knocked on the young woman's partially closed door. "Cricket? Are you decent?"

The buzzing stopped. "Oh, uhh, hold on..." she paused and there was the sound of rustling sheets. "Come in."

Gwen peeked around the door before entering. The young woman lay under the covers, only her head showing. An electrical cord was visible in the dim light, running from a nearby outlet and under the blankets. "Sorry to interrupt," she said with a nervous smile, moving to the woman's side, "but, umm, I could give you a hand with that, if you want—unless you'd rather not, of course!"

Cricket looked up at the nude woman in astonishment. "But you and Tim...just... does he know you're here?" She asked in a harsh whisper.

"He thought that I should come check on you." Gwen gently dropped to one knee and kissed the young woman. Cricket knew where those lips had just been and thought she could taste something different, a hint of saltiness maybe... "Unless you'd rather have some privacy."

"No, I'd like you here, but...Tim really doesn't mind?"

Gwen replied by kissing her again and slipping a hand under the covers, gliding down over her breasts and stomach as Cricket's legs opened to greet her. Wet flesh surrounded her middle finger as it slid down and found the young woman's opening, her hips bucking urgently in response. "Are you close?"

"Uh-huh..."

Gwen's hand renewed its efforts as she pushed the blanket back a little further and began to bathe a nipple with her tongue.

"Oh..."

Gwen was in no hurry, but Cricket was and came five minutes later, legs trying to squeeze the hand between them while she let out a soft wail. The older woman gently kissed the spent woman's nipple and cheek before pulling the covers back up over her. "Good night. Sleep well. See you in the morning."

Tim had waited until she had disappeared into the guest room before grabbing his resurgent cock. I thought only teenagers could get it up again so quick, he mused with no small sense of pride, casually stroking as it returned to its full glory. He was tempted to leave his spot on the bed, to creep closer and perhaps listen in as Cricket had done to he and Gwen, but decided not to push his luck. He was content to remain there, the door open as Gwen had left it, imagining what the young woman's reaction would be if she came out of her room now and saw how big he really was. He was rewarded with Cricket's high-pitched cry a few moments later, and Gwen returned a moment after that.

"Everything alright?"

"Everything's fine now."

Gwen lay down and began to stroke her husband's fresh hardness. Tim shrugged apologetically. "Sorry, told ya it's got a mind of its own."

"And where does it have a mind to go this time?"

Cricket smiled as she stumbled across the hall to the bathroom, the unmistakable sound of two people having sex coming from behind the partially-closed door. I guess Tim was alright with her coming to check on me. She lingered, not needing to move any closer—the light was off now anyways, probably not much to see—as the sounds of Tim's thrusts and Gwen's answering gasps were perfectly clear from where she stood. She could imagine him between her friend's widespread legs, taking her, owning her, and his orgasm was the exclamation point to his claim of ownership. Cricket's second climax that evening was slower in coming, but that was by choice. The day and evening and all the what-ifs played over and over in her head until she could hold off no longer.