Our eyes seemed to be communicating all that was not said, but we moved our heads closer and began a dance of words, whispering into each other's ears.
"I want to fuck you," I moaned.
"I need it."
"We can't."
"I know," was her final reply.
My hand still played with her nipple, and her hips still held a subtle rhythm against mine, grinding our bits together in a teasing synchronization that could not have felt more natural.
"I'm so wet," she began again, this time resting her forehead against mine.
"I'm so hard, but you already knew that!"
"It would be so easy..."
"It would be so nasty good," I replied.
We allowed a bit more friction, I dropped my hand from her breast to the backside of her barely covered ass, cupping the firm flesh and pulling her closer.
"Good God, I don't know if I can stop," I began again.
"You should, but I need it... badly."
"I could do some serious damage right now."
"Hurt me, please!" she nearly begged.
I lifted her entirely, allowing her to wrap both legs around me. I leaned into even more, if that were possible, my fingers danced under the frayed hem of her shorts, I could feel the heat and dampness seeping onto the flesh of her leg.
"I can almost taste you," I said as I moved my head a bit as if I might kiss her again.
"What are we going to do?"
"What would Brian say?"
"What will Katie say?"
"Fuck!" was all I could manage.
I lowered her back to the ground and broke away from her, physically, but our eyes stayed connected.
"I don't know what your arrangement is with Brian, but Katie and I have an unspoken understanding that this is something we do together or at least in full disclosure" I said, still staring right at her beautiful face. "You have no idea how badly I want to rip into you, it's been a long time since the cabin and I have nothing but complete need to feel you again..." I had to pause. "... But not without Katie, not without her knowing."
Brooke walked back towards me, closing the already dangerously small distance between us and reached up to my face. She pulled me into her and kissed me deeply before breaking away. I thought she were challenging me, trying to tempt me, and honestly, she would have broken me with about two more seconds of her luscious mouth on mine. Instead, she stepped back, "You're a good man, Greg, and I appreciate you being honest." She smiled from ear to ear, the most assuring grin I could imagine. "Now, get your ass out of here before I fuck you with or without Katie's permission!" And with that she playfully swatted my butt and we skipped up the stairs. "See you Thursday," she said, she promised.
The drive home was a bit more frustrating than the encounter at the house. Had we crossed a line? Probably... no... definitely. That meant I had to tell Katie and clear the air. I loved her too much to hide this, I wanted to be honest and fair, I wanted her to know even if it meant she might be angry and hold some resentment or loss of trust. Nevertheless, she had to know.
When I got home Katie was not around, so I felt a bit of relief in not having to address the situation immediately and instead set about working on the sprinklers that needed repair. Luckily, the sprinklers required very minor repairs, the PVC intact and not cracked or damaged and I had the job done just as Katie appeared, walking around the corner of the house sweaty and dressed in running clothes.
After a short hello she ran off to shower and clean up and since I had been mucking around in dirt and grass for the last hour I decided to do the same. She was already in the shower by the time I made my way inside and into the bathroom. Seeing her wet and soapy made me feel even more guilty for the days prior events. I felt nervous anxiousness as I waited for her to finish her shower, knowing it was now or never time once she was out. As she turned off the water and started to towel off, I gathered some courage.
"So we got those mirrors hung at Brookes house," I started.
"Cool. How is Brooke?"
"Good. Really good." I took a deep breath, "Hey, I need to tell you something and you might be upset."
Katie raised her eyebrows and looked over at me while she patted her hair dry.
"Uh, things got a little out of control while I was over there," I stopped to watch her face, judge her reaction.
"Out of control?"
"Yeah, I mean... like for a moment some playful flirting sort of ran away with us," I said, as if I had no control over the situation, as if some third party presence had forced us together in reckless foreplay.
"What? What are you saying?" Katie asked. Then her eyes opened wider, almost as if in shock, but accompanied by a sly smile as well. "Did you fuck her?"
"No. No! However, we did let things go too far, we kissed, we kissed a lot. But we kept clothing on and we both stopped."
Katie looked amused, but there was confusion all over her face. "I don't understand. Why did you kiss? Why did you stop? Have you two been seeing each other?" This last question came form Katie with a bit more heat and accusation.
"No. Listen, we hung the mirrors, there was a lot of sexual tension in the air and we let it go too far. We were just flirting, but then it went too far. I'm really sorry. We have never seen each other on the side and we both stopped and agreed that it was just out of bounds without our spouses knowing and being involved." I said all this without taking a breath and even held my breath longer as I waited for my information to register with Katie.
"Oh," was all she said in reply. We stood quietly in the bathroom for a few seconds and Katie seemed to be ready to say something, but kept pausing.
"Oh," she repeated. Then in a careful and calculated voice she continued, "Do you want to see her? I guess we never talked about where this might go, but do you want to have sex with others on the side?" She looked up and it was clear she was not mad, not hurt, but she did want clarification on what our group sex playtime might mean in light of our marriage overall.
"Look," I replied, "I do like the new options and Brooke is very attractive, but I want you to know, to be involved, to give your blessing. If you want to have an open marriage, I am ok with that, but only if you are."
"Maybe we need some rules," Katie suggested.
"Ok, that sounds like a good idea," I said. "I would say no sex with others unless we have given each other permission first."
"Fine. I am ok with that, but I do NOT give you permission to sleep with Nicole!" Katie quipped and smiled at me teasing. "At least not unless I get to play with her too. She is hot!"
I laughed at her joke and nodded in compliance with her new rule.
"And you can fuck Brooke," she added, "but thank you for asking, for stopping. I love you."
I moved towards her and we hugged. It felt good to have her naked body in my arms, she was stunning and not worth risking, even for someone like Brooke.
"Now, tell me all the details of what happened with Brooke," she said as she dropped to her knees and started to undo my shorts. ...
Thursday evening finally rolled around and I left the office early to help Katie setup the house for our party night. We had some very nice wine that we had been saving and had some really nice food ordered from a favorite local deli. There was a bit more class and style in our preparations for tonight's gathering and even our attire was stepped up a bit, Katie in a pencil skirt and short heels with a loose blouse up top. She looked put together and classy but not businesses like or too proper. I even put on a pair of nicer khakis and casual oxford shoes to try complimenting Katie's sense of style.
Craig and Melinda arrived first and while Craig was keeping to his conservative Mormon attire, it was clear Melinda was pushing the limits. Her shirt cut too low, her skirt slit too high, she looked delightful, deviant, and her attitude was certainly playful to match her outfit. This new twist on life was suiting her just fine. Brooke and Brian showed up only a few minutes later, this happened to be the first time Brooke, and I had chatted or seen each other since the mirror-mounting incident. Katie beat me to the door and was quick to tease, hug, and welcome Brooke into the home. In case there were any lingering worries from Brooke they were quickly erased in Katie's warm welcome. For her part, Brooke and Brian gave me a combined look that said they were also ok with what had happened, so I relaxed a bit and we all made our way to the front room.
I had already opened the wine to let it breathe and so we poured a few glasses and then offered Craig and Melinda some ice tea. I was more than surprised when Melinda asked for a glass of wine instead and Craig looked a bit irritated, but also as if he expected her to ask. The wine was exceptional and after 30 minutes of casual talk I began to wish I had a couple more bottles. Instead, I opened up a couple more bottles of a cheaper Pinot Noir and Katie took over the evening.
We played a few warm up card games of the adult variety and then after an hour or so of sophomoric fun we moved into a less formal but far more charged game of truth and dare. The rules were lose and we were keeping it casual for the time being, so the questions and dares extended no further than silly questions about unusual places, quickly exposed breasts, and a spanking or two. When the rotation came to Katie, who was several glasses of wine into the evening, she decided it was time to bring out the big guns.
"I think we are all ready to move on," she began, "and it seems like our little play group may be ready for the next step." As she said this, her focus aimed towards Brooke and I was not sure what kind of message she was trying to send, but there was no mistake she was singling out Brooke.
"To this point we have played together and had some very good sex together, but I would like to propose we take this to the next level." She paused and smiled, looking around the room and making contact with the rest of us. "I propose that we pair off tonight and have some fun, one-on-one... a full swing."
I looked around the room, noting the facial responses of Craig, who seemed a bit anxious, of Brooke who was almost glowing, of Melinda who gripped Craig's leg as Katie spoke, of Brian who could not have stared harder at Melinda throughout it all.
"To kick start this concept, I thought it would be fun for each of the girls to write down a fantasy scenario that they have never played out before and then let the guys pick the fantasies at random." Again, Katie paused during her speech to see how everyone was reacting. "The fantasy must be something that can be done tonight, without too much expense, and that is a couples thing, no group sex tonight."
The heat of the room was increasing by the second, nervous bodies seemed to twitch and writhe at the thought and as no one protested Katie's idea, she simply reached to the side of the chair in which she was sitting and distributed the paper and pencils she retrieved to the other women. Melinda started writing almost immediately, as did Katie who had the unfair advantage of knowing the plan for tonight and thus being prepared with a fantasy. Brooke took more time thinking but then added her thoughts to paper and folded it, handing it back to Katie.
"Craig, I will hold my fantasy and Brookes behind my back and you choose a hand." Katie shuffled the two papers behind her back and then Craig chose her left hand. It was Katie's fantasy he picked, leaving Melinda's and Brooke's for Brian and I to split -- and since it would make no sense for Brooke and Brian to hook up, I took Brooke's paper and Brian took Melinda's... with a huge smile I might add.
"No one read the fantasies out loud, just keep them private," Katie added to the rules, "we can share the experience later."
Brian was reading Melinda's and nearly blushing as he seemed to read and re-read it repeatedly. Craig was poker faced as he read Katie's and while I was more than curious about what my dear wife had proposed for the two of them, I was a bit thrown off by Brooke's words. They read: "In the church I often fantasized about having sex in the chapel, on the stand, bent over the pulpit while being used and taken. I want this to happen if we can, I want you to fuck me as I brace myself against the very podium that I had to watch from the pews with utter boredom for so many years. I want you to last, though, you can't come like that. Once I am satisfied with you I want to finish you in my own way. It will be my little surprise. "
"Craig," I asked after finishing reading Brooke's fantasy, "can I borrow your church keys?"
Shocked and looking a bit defensive at first, he stopped just before asking the question that seemed on the tip of his tongue and simply reached into his pocket instead and pulled out the magnetic key to the local ward house. "Don't get me in trouble, please," was all he said.
Brian and Melinda were getting ready to leave too, to a destination undisclosed, as I opened the door for Brooke and helped her into my car. It seemed Katie and Craig were going to be staying at the house.
The drive to the church took less than 2 minutes and the parking lot was deserted, as expected at 11pm on a Thursday night. Brooke sat in silence next to me, her very short dress nearly hiked to her crotch, her legs crossed in the cramped confines of my small car. The walk in afforded me the opportunity to look Brooke up and down as she walked ahead of me, memories of what almost occurred the previous Saturday starting to replay in my mind. God she was more beautiful every time I saw her and while I was nervous about the venue there was little I would not do to make love to this woman tonight.
Once inside the church we made sure the exterior doors were locked and kept all the lights off as we made our way to the chapel. The chapel itself was dark but the windows allowed in enough light that we could find our way around without having to turn on any additional lights. The chapel doors were not lockable, and many doors there were. Double doors in the rear of the chapel on both sides of the pews, single doors leading to the hallway from the rostrum up front. While it was late and the church as deserted it still felt very exposed and too public to be holding Brookes hand as we walked towards the podium.
Three stairs raised us from the level of the pews to the slightly elevated stage where the bishopric, speakers and other invited guests sat during Sunday services. The height of the stage, though insignificant, offered a big change in perception. Looking down from the stage towards the pews I felt as if I were towering over the would-be audience and the public exposure feeling I had as we walked towards the stage was now multiplied many times over. I felt a new sense of power, and fear, realizing how the bishop and others beheld the membership from this vantage point. Empowering it must be, to be afforded a seat literally above the others from which to observe, preach, pray, judge, intimidate...
Brooke gave my hand a gentle squeeze as if to bring me out of my momentary reflection and back to the real reason we were there. She leaned into me, and our mouths met in a gentle kiss that lingered and played.
"Now where were we?" she asked, as if the afternoon in her basement had only been recently and briefly interrupted.
We kissed harder, and our bodies pressed together, the overall tightness of her body impressing as it always did that she was so far out of my league. My hands started to roam but before I could make much progress in exploring her frame, she released me from our kiss and walked over to the podium. She stood here, as if addressing the congregation and looked back over her shoulder at me. Her smile was inviting, he body irresistible. I took the few steps needed to join her. As I embraced her from behind and wrapped my arms around her slender waist, I buried my face in the exposed skin on her shoulder where her dress had slightly slipped. I drank in the smell of her clean skin and hair and pressed my hardness into her backside.
Looking down with her eyes closed she offered a few final instructions, "Do what you want while I am here, but please make me come. And remember, you have to wait, I have plans for you..." she said, her voicing intonating that perhaps she wanted to say more but she stopped as I moved my mouth to her neck, sucking and kissing.
She placed her hands on either side of the pulpit and used the stand to counter the pressure I applied against her as I slid my body close and moved my mouth down her neck to her back. Her short dress was giving way as I tugged on the sleeves and let my hands roam around her hips. I pressed against her back and watched her head tilt forward, eyes closer, her hair falling forward as more of her body angled towards the podium.
I was lost in the smell of her body, her clean simple taste and the way her skin felt hot under my hands and mouth. I thought of pulling her dress entirely off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor but as my hand slid from her hip and down her thigh, I remembered how short the dress was and my imagination took over. Because the stand and podium of the chapel were a couple feet higher than the pews, and because a small wooden wall further segmented the authoritarian aspect of the rostrum from the rest of the chapel, there was a small amount of privacy from about the waste down for those standing at the podium. I knelt behind Brooke and realized most of my body would have been hidden from anyone watching from the pews, and I visualized Brooke standing in front of hundreds, giving a talk to the congregation on some theological tenant, perhaps the sacredness of monogamy, while I placed my hands on her ankles and moved them up.
As my hands reached her knees I urged her to spread her legs, her feet now a couple feet apart in a very non-natural stance for someone preaching at a church. I kissed the back of her knees, licked the back of her thighs, and moved my hands again to her hips, massaging the crest of her hips and then lingering around to touch her belly button and feel the firmness of her abdomen. I let my head rest nearly on her buttocks, the thin silky fabric of her bikini cut panties crawling between her cheeks. I let my right hand move up further, extending it nearly all the way to reach her bare breasts and pinching her nipples hard enough to make her squirm against my touch. I bit her bottom lightly, then not so lightly, again causing her to gyrate against the slight discomfort.
My hand moved down from her breast now and with both hands I pressed my thumbs under the waistband of her panties and tugged gently, teasing, but then stopped. My left hand I let fall free from her side and let it fall until it was massaging her inner thigh just above her knee. I traced my fingers gently up the middle of her inner leg, slowly, registering everything about her leg, it's softness, it's muscles, it's temperature, the slight sweat that coated her inner thighs, the moisture of her panties as it reach the very edge of their coverage. My finger traced lightly across her pouty mound which drooped just a bit in her panties, panties that felt saturated and messy. It was too much. I cupped her sex in my left hand and applied pressure firmly against the entirety of her sex, feeling the wetness in my hand, the hot sensation of her response that pressed back into my palm, grinding slightly against my fingers.
With my index finger I traced the very edge of her panties, back and forth, touching forward until near her hipbone, then back until the edge of her underwear was lost in the cleft of her ass checks. I resisted digging in further and instead replayed the up and down gesture several more times until my weaknesses were exposed and the index finger dove under the flexible fabric and directly into her sex. The wetness of her was overwhelming, the texture of her insides more than I could resist and I rotated my finger inside her over and over to experience her core. As I finally slid my finger out I let it catch her panties right at the crotch and pulled them down just enough to allow better movement inside of them.
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