A New Way of Seeing Things Pt. 04 Ch. 06

Standard disclaimers.

This is a story about sexual exploration and, open relationships. Open relationships can and do happily exist; but they are not for everyone. If you do not believe it is at all possible for open relationships to exist without damage to any and all involved parties, please do yourself a favor and don't waste your time reading this.

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Also, this story takes place in a world where STDs don't exist and only babies planned for and wanted do—in other words, a fantasy world. Any resemblance to real-life people is purely coincidental.

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"The emergency room?" Gwen asked, her panic rising. "What's going on!? Why are you—"

"It's not me, it's not me, relax," Tim soothed. "It's Charlie. He started having chest pains after lunch, one of his crew brought him here and didn't know what else to do so they called me."

"Oh." Her panic subsided but was replaced by something different, something still unpleasant. "Is he...is he alright?"

Tim could swear he heard genuine concern in her voice. I'll be damned..."He seems to be so far, they're running tests, don't know much yet. I'm just trying to keep him calmed down until they finish up—he's pissed they're keeping him so long. Speakin' of which, I gotta go—I'll let you know as soon as I know something."

"Please do. I'll take care of your afternoon appointments."

"Please and let 'em know someone will get there as soon as possible."

"I will."

Tim eventually returned a short time after the last truck had come back and the last employee had left for home. Gwen greeted him anxiously at the door. "Well?"

"Fat-ass had indigestion from whatever shit he shoveled down his throat for lunch," he said, grimacing and shaking his head in irritation. "Must've been a hell of a bellyache to get him to admit he had it. They gave him some industrial strength heartburn med and sent him home."

"Well, that's a relief..."

"Yeah..." Tim's expression became a bit more thoughtful. "The doctor did tell him he was going to be back for the real thing soon enough if he didn't lose some weight, though. If not that, diabetes, or both. Charlie just laughed and told her she was just trying to get him to pay for her new car."

"He has always been so stubborn! Well, at least he was alright today."

"Today, yeah."

Gwen could see that thought wasn't wholly satisfying to him. "C'mon," she offered. "I've got dinner started."

***

It began to rain the next morning and didn't stop for three days. Gwen and Natalie's Friday ride was a washout, but her sister-in-law came for lunch instead. The shower they took together was unnecessary bur still enjoyable, Gwen's climax soon followed by the skies clearing as if one triggered the other.

Cricket arrived mid-morning the next day, Marvin getting an enthusiastic greeting first as always before she went to find Gwen in the house. She was in the kitchen, already dressed for a day of chores and riding, her still-wet hair hanging on her shoulders. "Did you go swimming this morning?"

Gwen smiled. "Shower. Tim's working today and he wanted to have a little fun before he left. I thought it would make it easier to clean up after."

Cricket cocked an eyebrow and smiled. "Fun as in bedroom fun?"

"Fun as in bedroom fun," Gwen confirmed.

"Oh! What did you two do that required cleaning up?"

"Oh, you know," the older woman said with a casualness that shocked the Lady, "some touching, some kissing, some more kissing in naughtier places, then he got on me, and..."

"So he, uhh, shot it on you?" The young woman was blushing furiously, but her embarrassment could not dampen her curiosity. "Is that why you had to clean up?"

"No, inside, but it was still kind of messy," Gwen replied with amusement. "I didn't like the idea of riding in wet underwear."

"I wish I had been here! I would have loved to watch you two," Cricket said with some excitement. "Unless you wanted some privacy, I mean! And I would have been glad to, you know, help clean up after..."

"You really liked doing that, didn't you?"

"Sorry! I know it's really sick, but you and him all mixed up together...like I'm tasting you two make love, like I'm getting some of it, too. There's just something so exciting about it. Sorry."

"Nothing to apologize for. Next time I'll know to wait until you get here."

"I'm so embarrassed for even suggesting you should. Ready to head up to the barn?" the young woman asked quickly, anxious to change the subject.

The women started out across the lawn. "My turn to be a little embarrassed," Gwen said as they stepped into the shade of the overhang. "I got a gift from Sylvia Danning this week that you should probably see."

Cricket looked at the saddle and began to giggle. "I know what that is! I didn't tell you this," the young woman said with a smile, her eyes shifting down to the barn floor, "but Hannah and I had a bet that day. She said that you'd have an orgasm before noon, and I bet you wouldn't at all. I won." Cricket looked up again. "Right?"

"No, I did not," Gwen replied sternly. "But it did really make it hard not to. It took all my concentration..." Miss Ritter would have loved one of these as a training aid, she mused. "Did it look like I had an orgasm?"

"No, but I've seen how good you are at controlling them...I couldn't be completely sure if I missed one. Hannah definitely couldn't say she saw anything though, so we decided I won."

"And how much did you win?"

"We only bet a dollar, but that's just because I'm poor—I would have bet more because I was really sure you wouldn't. I know how focused you get, and you were really focused the day before, so I figured you would be then, too."

"Well, thank you for your confidence," Gwen said with a laugh. "So I guess Hannah knew about the saddle's, umm...properties?"

"Oh, yeah. She made me promise not to tell anyone, but she said Mrs. Danning will go out riding with her friends on them. They play a game, I guess—whoever can hold out the longest is the winner. She said she's never seen anyone hold out as long as you—not even Mrs. Danning!" Gwen wondered again what exactly the woman had been hoping for when she insisted on that saddle being used for the shoot. "Have you tried this one yet?"

"Uh huh, and it's a good thing you and Hannah weren't betting on that ride—I got up to the picnic clearing before I gave in and lost my, uhh, focus. You're welcome to try it out and see what I mean, if you want," she offered.

Cricket hesitated, considering. "Maybe later," she finally decided. "I've been looking forward to being out on Marvin all week, and I was hoping to go farther than the clearing..."

"I understand," Gwen replied with a laugh. You can use it any time you want. I should probably go with you when you do, though, just to make sure you're alright." That, she thought, and your orgasms are a lot of fun to watch.

"Well, yes, of course I'd want you along with me," Cricket replied, not really considering the idea she might go alone. "But right now, a nice long ride on a nice sunny day with my two best friends in the world is what I want."

They spent the rest of the morning and a good part of the afternoon up on the wooded trails, their conversations pleasant and innocuous. Still, there was an underlying sexual tension by the time they made it to the pool before dinner, the tension rising when Tim joined them for a swim after they had eaten. "Are you in the mood?" Gwen murmured to her husband as they prepared for bed while Cricket was out of earshot.

"Pretty much always," he replied, pulling her close. "Is she—" he nodded towards the bathroom—"joining us, or is this a you and her thing?"

"That's up to you and her." The young woman stepped out from the bedroom to find Gwen stretched out on her stomach, Tim straddling her ass and gently massaging her shoulders. "If you lie down next to me, one of us can do your back next," Gwen offered, a contented smile on her face and her eyes half-closed in bliss.

"I'd, umm, like to watch you two for a while, if that's okay," Cricket said, moving to an armchair against the wall. "I don't want to interrupt and seeing you together like that makes me really happy."

"Suit yourself," Tim said with a grin. "The offer's good any time, though."

"Thank you, maybe later..." She sat, her eyes on the couple, her hand absentmindedly smoothing a path over her stomach.

Gwen felt that now familiar surge of excitement with the prospect of an audience. Firm hands were creeping lower down her back, and a potent erection was nestled between her cheeks. She wiggled against it and coo'd appreciatively, the length dragging across her rosebud in response, Tim's hips rising up a little to lever the head down between her closed legs. She opened them just enough for him to more easily slide himself between them. The angle was too difficult for entry, but she loved the feel of the head bulling through her split while he flexed over her, kissing her ear and neck. His length pulled away as his lips began to work his way down her spine, leaving a trail to the small of her back. He continued on, his tongue worming its way between the cleft of her butt, flicking dangerously close to her wrinkled muscle before he roughly pushed her legs open and wriggled his face into her partially exposed sex. Gwen hoped he would take her like this, maybe a pillow under her hips to help his entry, but from behind, and roughly.

Tim had other ideas and was in the mood to show off a bit. "Turn over," he ordered, rising to his haunches and grabbing her ankles to hurry her along. In a moment she was on her back looking up at him, spreading herself wide in invitation, and he hungrily dove back into her waiting sex.

Gwen stifled a moan and looked over at Cricket. The wide-eyed young woman was watching intently, sitting on one hip with a leg beneath her and the other with the heel on the edge of the cushion, her breathing shallow and ragged as one hand gently fondled her breast while the other lay hidden behind her raised thigh, obviously busy.

She felt the man between her legs shift. "I'm going to fuck you so hard," he growled, rising and positioning himself for a first thrust.

Gwen looked back at her friend. "Cricket, do you want him to do it like this, or is there something else you'd like to see?"

If the young woman was surprised by being presented with the choice, she didn't show it. "Like that," she breathed. "Oh God, just like that. It's so beautiful to see you two...like that..."

"You heard the lady," Tim said with a smile. "Like this." He leaned forward enough to make contact with the head of his cock. Confident it was correctly lined up, he lunged forward. Gwen hissed in surprise, her feet reflexively coming off the bed in response, legs shooting up and over him as he buried his length in one hard thrust. "Oh god," Cricket repeated, and extricated herself from the chair. Gwen thought she was coming to join them, but the young woman instead reached for the nightstand drawer, pulling out the rabbit and Tim's replica before rearranging herself on her seat.

Gwen flashed an understanding smile and returned her concentration to the man on top of her and that big, beautiful cock. It was thrusting and withdrawing, thrusting and withdrawing, doing as it pleased as she reached to grab at that magnificent ass...Tim's focus was on the body beneath and the intense pleasure it was giving him. He looked Cricket in the eye before delivering a particularly hard thrust, as if making it clear who was charge of this fuck, then returned his attention to the woman he was in.

Gwen continued to check in on her friend, watching her through heavily lidded eyes as her body was rocked back and forth by repeated thrusts. Cricket had the length in her keeping pace with the couple, sliding it deep a second after Tim had done the same to Gwen while the rabbit buzzed madly around her clit.

"Ohh—yeah—shit, yeah," Tim grunted as he worked himself deeply into his wife with increased urgency. Gwen turned her attention to Cricket. "He's coming," she announced, "coming in me, filling me up..."

Cricket also knew the unmistakable signs by now and jammed the dildo up inside her even as Gwen announced the arrival of Tim's orgasm, imagining she was the one being filled, the vibrator finishing the job. She groaned and squeezed her eyes shut, opening them after the spasms had passed, the older woman smiling back at her.

Tim withdrew, looking down in satisfaction at the pearl droplet already forming at the base of her lips. "Is there a lot?" Gwen asked, still looking at Cricket with a knowing look.

"Enough for a wet spot if you wait a minute or two," he chuckled. "Want me to go get a washcloth and clean you up?"

"Not yet..." She looked over at the recovering young woman. "Cricket? Did you want to do that?"

"Can—can I?" she asked. "It's alright?"

"It's fine. Tim, let Cricket do it. You come up here and let me clean you."

"Oh—uhh, okay." He shuffled on his knees to her side, his wet length within easy reach, and looked down at the young woman already moving between Gwen's legs. He watched her delicately bend to her task, gently kissing his wife's sex as if in greeting before moving forward slightly to bring her tongue into it. He felt lips wrap around his slackening member, but his attention was on Cricket. Despite his orgasm, his length did not soften any further, actually reversing direction a bit as he watched her work with obvious enthusiasm to bring his spend to her lips. He was again hard by the time Gwen's climax pulsed through her body, a fact not lost on the two women. "I'm not a kid any more," he said with a laugh when Gwen offered her and Cricket's help with it. "Let me rest a little bit and we'll go from there." Rest became sleep before he was again ready, his naked body sandwiched between two beautiful women.

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Nothing was said of the previous night at breakfast, Tim heading out to his shop while Gwen and Cricket prepared for another ride. It was not until they were well into the woods that the young woman finally spoke up. "That was so incredible," she said softly. "Last night, I mean. Thank you so much for letting me be there—and, uhh, do that."

Gwen smiled. "I'm glad you liked it. I did, too, and I think we both know what Tim thought. See? I told you he wouldn't think it was weird."

Cricket giggled and shook her head. "Well I still do and I also think it was you sucking him that got him hard again. But at least he didn't look too upset about what I was doing."

"He was watching you the whole time I was sucking him. I'm sure he thought it was the best of both worlds," Gwen compromised.

They were back before lunch, Gwen spotting Charlie's truck in the yard as they galloped down to the barn. A good reminder why we should always put our shirts back on before leaving the woods, she thought with a smile. "Cricket," she said thoughtfully, "I'll be right back. I'd like to go down and see how Tim's friend is doing. He had a health scare last week."

"Oh, of course, no problem! I hope he's okay."

Gwen started down the short hill to the shop, aware that while her shirt had not been worn long it had still become sweat-soaked enough to cling to her chest, outlining her jogbra and even her nipples underneath that. Oh well, she thought grimly, he probably thinks those are no big deal given what he's seen in the pictures...

Both men turned from where they were leaning against Tim's truck as she turned the corner. "Charlie, very nice to see you up and about."

He smiled, flashing that cocky grin of his as usual, like he knew something she didn't. His eyes started on her chest. "Gwen, good to see you too. No reason not to be up and about. "

"I heard you had a health issue on Wednesday," she said in a tone usually reserved for patient lectures, "are you doing what the doctor told you to do?"

"What do doctors know?" He asked with a laugh and dismissive wave, his eyes finally coming up to hers.

"You're good at what you do, they're good at what they do. Shouldn't you listen to their advice like you would expect them to listen to yours?"

"Aww, I'm fine, really. They just want my money..."

"Tim seems to like having you around," she continued. "I like seeing Tim happy. From what I understand, the doctor thinks you are putting yourself at risk."

"Tim talks too much," he replied, still grinning. "Sorry to tell ya I'm here for the long haul."

"That remains to be seen. Take their advice, Charlie. Please." With that, she turned and walked away, both men smiling in amused disbelief.

"If I didn't know better I'd say she's actually worried about me," the big man said with a laugh.

Tim nodded. "She is. She's gotten used to having you around."

"Think she'd feel different if she knew I was jackin' to her pictures?" the big man asked with a smirk.

"She'd probably expect nothin' less of you..."

Charlie laughed. "Yeah, but what if I had the big one jackin' to her pictures?"

"I think she'd think it was her fault because you hated seeing her naked."

"No shit? Really? How wrong she would be!"

"But it WOULD piss ME off royally if they find you dead with your cock in your hand and my wife's picture on your computer screen."

"I'd die happy...speakin' a' which, got any new ones for me to get my blood pumping?"

There was not much left to do by the time Gwen made it back to the barn, the ever-efficient Cricket having things well under control. They headed back to the house and took a quick shower before starting a light lunch, the two women bold enough to share the stall even with Charlie just across the yard, not daring to do anything more than a few casual swipes and caresses in the name of cleanliness.

They were again dressed and in the kitchen when Gwen came to the decision that she was ready to make an offer long considered, an offer she had been ready to make the night before. "You really like seeing Tim and me together, don't you?" she asked softly while concentrating on the lettuce she was cutting.

Cricket smiled and nodded. "You're so happy together. It makes me want that, too. And in there—" she nodded abruptly down the hall—"seeing you two together is so exciting...he's so masculine and you're so beautiful...I can't believe you let me watch, not that I'm complaining."

"I'd really like to see a man make love to you ..."

The young woman laughed. "And I'd love to have you watch, if for no other reason because that would mean you could watch to make sure I'm doing it right! It would also mean I found a man willing to make love to me. But I guess you'll have to wait until I meet that man, or any man..."

"You will. But in the meantime..." Gwen's voice grew softer. "Maybe Tim?"

Cricket stopped what she was doing and looked at her friend, wide-eyed. "Tim as in your—"she took care to emphasize the words—"husband Tim?"

"Of course. You've already...been with him...just not that way. That wasn't so bad, right?"

The young woman blushed a deeper red at the reminder. "No, much better than alright, but..." she lowered her voice. "Are you really suggesting I should go all the way with him?"

"If he's not your type—"

"No, it's not that! It's just..." she fell silent, thinking. "Are you serious about this?"

"I am," Gwen declared. "Look—I can see I'm making you uncomfortable. Please forgive me for even mentioning it. It was wrong for me to put you in that position—"

"No, it's alright, I'm not upset, just, surprised, I guess. You'd really let me do that?"

It's completely up to you. I won't say another word about it." Gwen looked out the window. Charlie's truck was gone. "Could you go tell Tim lunch is ready?"

"Uh, okay?"

Cricket crossed the yard and opened the shop door cautiously, her heart thumping, fearing that he somehow knew what had been proposed. "Tim?"