A New Way of Seeing Things Pt. 03 Ch. 14

It was quiet for some time, just the hum of the pump motor and the forest at night. "How's your soreness?" Gwen asked, her voice loud against the stillness.

"A little better," Cricket replied softly, hesitant to discuss in detail the afflicted parts with Tim so close. "Just have to be a little more careful tomorrow."

"Let me see if I can help. Come over here and sit in front of me." Gwen shifted and brought an arm out of the water, waiting to gather the young woman in. Cricket hesitated, glancing at Tim before accepting the invitation. Gwen chose her spot for her, gently taking her by the shoulder and guiding her into a sitting position between her legs. Soft yet firm hands began at her neck and shoulders, caressing, kneading, and Cricket closed her eyes and relaxed into the reassuring comfort. The hands gradually worked lower, under the water's gently roiled surface, closer to her breasts, then to them. Gwen took the mounds and continued her caresses, slowly beginning to knead and squeeze as she might a sore calf, fingers occasionally brushing over the young woman's areolae and erect nipples, circling them before moving away.

Tim didn't even bother to pretend to avert his stare as Gwen worked, the water's surface only partially obscuring his view, and he saw enough to know Cricket's breasts were her focus. A rumble came from the young woman's throat as her eyes fluttered and she slumped against the body behind her. His hand crept to his alert staff and began to idly tease and stroke as his wife's left hand was again on the move. Cricket gasped and opened herself wider to the finger now delicately probing between her legs.

Gwen kissed and nibbled at her friend's exposed neck and ear while Cricket thrust her hips to meet the advance of the digit that teased her clit. Gwen obliged by firmly planting her palm on the flesh above the tingling button and sliding her finger into the slick opening further below. The young woman gasped again, then moaned softly as her hips alternated between pushing against the firmness above her clit and sinking down on the finger deep inside her. She was aware Tim was watching and welcomed the attention; awash in the excitement of the effect their little show must be having on him. She wanted to see if he was touching himself, but opening her eyes was too much effort...she briefly imagined that the man in the grocery store would be doing the same if were here right now...he wasn't at all handsome, but that wasn't the point.

Her climax built slowly, in no small part because Gwen could sense it too and controlled its arrival, eventually deciding the time was right to let it explode over her young friend. Cricket's body bucked and twitched, frantically working to increase the pressure on her clit and the penetration of her friend's probing finger while she urgently hummed "mmm-mmm-mmm" in time to the violent thrust of her hips.

Cricket lay her head back against her friend and panted as her orgasm spent itself. Gwen let her rest for some time, sensing just the right level of touch to give the young woman as what she would want herself, finally murmuring in her ear, "think you're okay to get out? We've been in a long time..."

The young woman smiled and nodded, then rose on unsteady legs. Gwen steadied her and stood as well to gently guide her up on to the pool deck before looking back at Tim. He gave an apologetic smile and stood to reveal an impressive erection. Gwen smiled back and led the way down the hill.

The Lady seized this moment to exert what little control she still retained, declaring if Gwen was to go through with the incredibly crazy and perverted idea the Slut had infected her with, it would be done in a controlled and orderly manner. "Sleep with us tonight," Gwen called over her shoulder as they entered the house, the words her young friend had hoped to hear. Gwen led the procession to their room and lay back on the bed, making it evident sleep was not first thing on her mind. Tim joined her on one side and Cricket the other, both very willing to let Gwen call the shots. She resolutely moved forward with her plan. "Think you could you help me a little now?" she asked the young woman.

Cricket rolled to her side, eager to oblige. "Of course! What can I do?"

"Well," Gwen replied slowly, spreading her legs as wide as the bodies on either side of her would allow, "do you think you could kiss me down there...you feel so good, and I think Tim would like to see that."

He blushed but didn't disagree with her assertion as the wide-eyed young woman nodded and hurried to the space between Gwen's thighs. "I don't want you to feel left out," Gwen said, gently grasping and shaking his slick erection. "Can you bring this up here?" He got to his knees and shuffled to put his bouncing cock in reach of her lips, positioning himself to watch Cricket orally pleasure his wife.

For Gwen, receiving that unique pleasure a woman best understood how to give while she paid loving homage to her husband's penis was everything she imagined it would be, feeling as though she were the conduit connecting three sexual beings. For some time this had been the stuff of masturbatory fantasies, always assuring the Lady even as her orgasm approached that it would never become reality. And yet the Slut had continued to suggest it as possible, finally convincing Gwen that she had the power and the right to make it happen. Still, the plan had not come together until the hot tub; having her hands on the body of a sexually-charged young woman while her husband watched had infused her with the bravery to turn fantasy to reality.

Neither Cricket nor Tim had any issue whatsoever with Gwen taking control; to him in particular it just seemed a natural extension of the woman he had known for so long. Their attention was on each other, Tim fascinated by the face buried between his wife's legs making her hips grind and twitch, Cricket peering up the body before her and focusing on the length sliding back and forth between of her friend's lips.

He wanted this to last, to at least wait until Gwen had climaxed, but the visuals and the overall situation, not to mention the talented mouth engulfing his cock, took its toll. "Gwen honey," he muttered, looking down at her, "I'm close."

The woman sucking him opened her eyes and met his gaze. "Mm-hmm," she murmured around his cock. Cricket's tongue slowed, distracted by what she was certain was about to happen, not wanting to miss any of it.

I tried, Tim thought, letting Gwen's tongue take him that last little bit to the edge before his own hips took over. She recoiled slightly then held herself still as Tim stiffened and let out a strangled groan, and Cricket imagined what she had seen erupting from him last week now flooding her friend's mouth. His hips twitched to mark each volley, little movements meant to get him deeper without choking the woman receiving his seed. Satisfied, He sank bank on to his haunches with another groan, Gwen letting his shining cock emerge from between her lips.

Cricket watched her throat flex as she swallowed her husband's offering, then looked dreamily down at the woman between her legs as if to encourage her to resume. The young woman smiled apologetically for having stopped in the first place and renewed her efforts. What she had seen had affected her as well; she felt the need for another orgasm growing, and thought about reaching between her own legs to bring it about. She brushed away another idea, an even more perverted idea, but it would not be dismissed so easily. The young woman began to kiss her way up Gwen's body, across her stomach, taking first one nipple, then the other, between her lips. Cricket continued on until her mons was firmly pressed against her friend's. Her hips began a slow grinding and had made it to Gwen's neck when she was stopped.

"I don't think you want to kiss me," her friend warned. "I mean, I just had Tim..."

"It's alright," Cricket replied with a smile. "I don't mind. I mean, unless you do." Gwen hesitated, giving her friend one last chance to reconsider, then gently took the young woman's head in her hands. Their lips pressed together while hips continued to move with and against each other. Not unfamiliar, Cricket thought as their tongues began to dance, realizing she had tasted this on Gwen's lips before, a little stronger this time, saltier, a little bleachy...masculine. Gwen tasted herself, knew where those lips had just been, and thrust up to firmly press her clit against the young woman on top of her. She was the first to climax, aware that Cricket's hips had stopped to allow her to find the most satisfying spot to press against, their tongues still exploring. The young woman followed her into orgasm soon after. They came back to earth together, Cricket rolling limply off to the side, her body pressing against Gwen's right while Tim held her from the left. Sleep came easily for all of them.

There was no repeat performance in the morning; Tim was up and out of the house before the women he had shared his bed with had even risen, on his way to the lake for a day of fishing with Charlie and another story he wouldn't tell. Gwen and Cricket rose a bit later, flashing knowing smiles at each other as they worked in the barn, both surprised at how little regret and guilt they felt, and how things just seemed right.

They were on the trails early, Cricket choosing to remain in her shirt and bra due to lingering soreness, but promising to give her "new riding exercise" another try the next time she came over. Gwen remained clothed out of sympathy, despite being mildly annoyed by how unnatural her top now seemed to feel.

"Sorry if I went too far last night," Cricket said after they had skirted the first low ridge. "I got a little carried away."

Gwen laughed. "Carried away? What do you mean?"

"I think I forced myself on you-I really wanted to rub against you...and kiss you...I was curious. Sorry about that."

"Curious about what?"

Cricket's cheeks went from pink to scarlet. "The, umm, you know..." her voice trailed off, "taste."

Gwen laughed again. She realized laughing had become so much easier over the past year, even over subjects she would have found violently disagreeable not too long ago. "You can't say I didn't warn you. It takes some getting used to."

"You don't think it was over the line?"

"I'm not sure what line you mean..."

"The 'look but don't touch' line?"

"I really hadn't thought about it like that." Gwen thought for a moment. "No," she said, coming to her decision, "a taste is not a touch. You can have all you want, but I'm guessing you got more than enough last night."

"It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be," Cricket replied quietly, "although judging from what I saw last week I'm sure I didn't get nearly as much as you did. It just seems like such a nasty thing to do—like something only a slut would do," she continued. "I think I like being a slut sometimes, at least under the right conditions."

"It can be fun under the right conditions," Gwen agreed. "I never would have imagined it until N—" she caught herself just in time—"my friend showed me that it's possible to have a public side and a private side."

"Just like you're showing me?" her companion said with a smile. "The student becomes the teacher..."

"The student is still a student," Gwen replied with another laugh. "A student with a lot more to learn, I bet."

***

"Mind if I skip the swim and head straight to the shower?" Cricket asked as they walked back to the house after turning out their mounts. "I'm feeling pretty grimy from all that dust, and I haven't washed my hair since I got here."

"Of course not," Gwen replied. "Use the one in our bedroom."

"Thanks...we can share, right?"

The older woman smiled. "We can. More than enough room."

The number of nozzles meant neither woman was ever out of the stinging spray unless they chose to be, each luxuriating in the wet warmth. "Wash your hair?" Gwen offered, stepping behind the other naked body and reaching for the shampoo. Her fingers sensuously worked the lather while Cricket luxuriated in the feeling of decadence. "Let me get the rest of you," her friend murmured, beginning to soap her shoulders and back. "How are your breasts today?"

With great effort, Cricket raised her arms to cup the pert mounds. "Sore," she admitted, "my bra helped, but we were out there quite a while..."

Gwen hummed in agreement, her hands already beginning to repeat the previous night's massage. Her fingers also eventually found the young woman's sex, the sensations making it difficult to stand. "Bed," Cricket gasped, reluctantly moving away from the body behind her, "you're going to make me fall down." Gwen stopped her outside the shower stall long enough to dry the young woman off, then let her lead the way to the next room.

They lay down together after Gwen had retrieved her vibrators and dildos from her nightstand drawer, actions unhurried but intentions clear. Cricket's head start towards her hoped-for orgasm did not prevent her friend from quickly catching up. The young woman's lips pulled away from her friend's even as a finger circled her alert clit. "You really like it when I kiss you down there?"

"Mmm-hmmm," Gwen affirmed, her hips rocking. Cricket smiled and began to work her way down the older woman's body, over erect nipples and smooth skin to the small patch of hair on her mons. Gwen's legs opened wide in invitation as she reached for a nearby dildo. A soft tongue began to tease and she turned to look at the open legs next to her head. The dildo was placed where it was meant to go, and with a soft push split the young woman's sex.

"Ohhh," Cricket groaned into Gwen's pussy, welcoming the invasion and the finger circling her clit. The older woman slowly pulled it in and out, watching the incredibly erotic scene with fascination as her friend's labial lips seemed to grasp at the length, reluctant to let it go as it withdrew, trying to follow it deeper as it returned. She wondered if her pussy looked the same when it was filled with this impossibly large penis, or if it looked any different when Tim was doing the filling...big and thick is nice, the Slut admitted, but the real thing, being driven into her by a masculine pair of hips, is even nicer.

The dildo inside her and the finger tormenting her button put Cricket over the edge a short time later. Gwen wanted to believe she could see her friend's sex flexing and grasping at the invader just as her own did the same in these moments. The activity between her legs stopped while the orgasm spent itself, only the heavy breathing of the woman between her legs to be felt.

The tongue and the kisses began again, slowly at first as Cricket regained her senses, then with more energy. The Slut decided she had had enough, and her body agreed, forcing the body beside her on to her back while she straddled the young woman's face. Her own climax would not be denied, and she was not gentle as she ground against the tongue and lips beneath her.

They lay together for some time basking in the afterglow, Cricket in no hurry to leave, almost hoping Tim might come home and discover them there, perhaps even join them...