It Didn't Work Out Ch. 07

"Oh fuck," Sian gasped out. Only once or twice had anyone been willing to play with her ass and she had found it very exciting. But it wasn't something that she felt comfortable in telling her lovers. Somehow Bridget had just stumbled on it. She moaned again as she felt Bridget start to pulse her finger in and out of her ass. Sian couldn't help pushing her hips back to meet the thrust of Bridget's finger.

Sian's response surprised Bridget a little but she felt a thrill run through her body. She loved it when her touch could excite Sian this way. Leaning forward, she kissed the small of Sian's back and was rewarded with a loud groan. As the water splashed down onto Bridget, she continued to kiss there. The water ran into her mouth whenever she lifted up her lips. Reaching around with her other hand, Bridget found Sian's clit and slowly began lightly stroking it.

"Ahhhhhhhh," Sian cried out. The way Bridget was touching her set her body on fire. Bracing herself with one hand, the other was pulling and rolling her nipples in time with the finger in her ass. She panted loudly as Bridget played with her. But when Bridget's lips moved lower down her back to just above her ass crack, Sian couldn't stop the squeal that burst out of her mouth. When she regained a tiny bit of control she told Bridget, "Oh my God, Baby! Yes, like that!"

Smiling in between her kisses, Bridget flicked her finger harder against Sian's clit. Each time she did it, Sian pants turned into moans. Instead of just kissing, Bridget began to use her tongue on Sian's skin. From Sian's response, it was obvious that she loved it. Her tongue made little trails along Sian's lower back, dipping occasionally down into the top of the crease there. She continued to slide her finger in and out of Sian's ass. Bridget could feel the tension building in her lover's body. She started moving both fingers faster, wanting to make Sian cum.

Throwing her head back, Sian could feel it starting to build within her. "Fuck yes!" she cried out. Her body began to squirm as she responded to Bridget's increasing ministrations. She couldn't keep still. Her hips were moving back and forth, adding to the feeling. The trembling was getting stronger and she could feel the first sparks of her orgasm beginning to go off.

Bridget could see the spasms starting to ripple through Sian's body. Increasing the force of her finger, Bridget felt it slip farther into the tight little hole. The moans coming from Sian were increasing in tone and volume. Her other finger was now fixed and vibrating right on Sian's clit. As her orgasm went on, Sian's shuddering got harder. Bridget found it hard to keep her fingers where she wanted them. As soon as her finger slid off Sian's clit, she quickly tried to find it again. And sometimes Sian bucked so hard that Bridget's finger popped right out of her ass. Sian would make sounds of disappointment and longing when that happened. She would try to hold still long enough for Bridget to work her finger back into Sian's ass.

Finally Sian started to calm down. She slumped against the shower wall and Bridget got up off her knees to hold Sian from behind. She molded her body against Sian's and softly kissed her neck while Sian regained her strength. Sian lifted her head off the wall after a minute or two and turned to kiss Bridget. They wrapped their arms around each other as they slowly kissed. The warm water felt wonderful as it pounded on their skin. They took their time and their tongues slowly explored each other's mouth.

As they ended the kiss, Sian thought about what Bridget had just done to her. She felt a little embarrassed and found that she had a hard time meeting Bridget's eyes. It was like having had a dirty little secret revealed.

Bridget noticed immediately. With her hand, she lifted up Sian's chin and looked her in the eyes. Giving Sian one light kiss, Bridget reassuredly smiled at her. "Darling, I liked doing that to you. It's okay." She kissed Sian again. When she spoke again, her voice was a sexy whisper. "I liked fucking you!"

Sian couldn't help the way her cheeks blushed, but she did smile at Bridget. She ran her fingers through Bridget's wet hair. "You made me cum so hard, Bridge. It was just so kinky. I never thought you would do that."

"You seemed to like when I touched you there so I just did a little more; and then you liked that too. It just kept going and before I knew it, I was fucking your ass with my finger," Bridget replied. It was clear she was neither embarrassed nor bothered by what they had just done. "I like making you feel good, Darling."

They kissed again. "You do that well," Sian said. They hugged again. As they separated, Bridget reached out one finger and drew a heart on Sian's belly. For a moment, the heart stood out from the rest of her wet body and then the shower water washed it away. "I love you too," Sian whispered.

They both went back to washing, taking their time so that they had a chance to touch each other. They were starting to feel a little waterlogged so they didn't let any of it ignite the same level of passion. It wasn't too much longer before they finished and got out of the shower.

Bridget looked over at the door and saw it was still closed. It seemed like Don had let them have this moment of privacy. She smiled. She didn't begrudge Don his watching but she preferred being alone with Sian. She knew that Sian was more relaxed and more able to enjoy it when he wasn't there. She wondered if Sian would have allowed her to play with her ass if Don was there. Something made her suspect the answer was no. She made a little mental sigh. She always knew that this would be complicated.

The assumption that Bridget had made about Don was correct. He had come into the bedroom and heard the slowly building sounds of passion. He considered opening the door to watch. According to their rules, he was allowed to see anything but for some reason he felt reluctant to intrude that way. Instead he pulled out his cock and began to stroke it as he listened. As Sian approached her orgasm and got louder, his hand went faster and he came as he heard her cum. Despite how many times he had already cum, he shot his wad hard enough to hit the door. He went to the nightstand to grab a tissue and clean it off as quickly as he could. He felt like a teenager who didn't want to get caught after having beat off. When he dropped it in the trash can in the bedroom, he noticed just how many crumpled up tissues were in there. He hadn't been allowed to touch anyone but he certainly had cum a lot. He wasn't sure he had any more in him. Hearing the shower shut off, Don started and then made his way back out of the bedroom.

It took the women quite a while before they came out but not because they really continued to play. They just took their time in putting lotion on each other. It was soft and sensual but never crossing over to really arousing. Both of them loved the connection they felt as they pampered one another. When they kissed, it was always light and brief. Neither one of them felt the need to hurry and build up to making love again. When they were done with the lotion, they both put on makeup. Sian was satisfied with just a little eye liner and lipstick, finishing well before Bridget. It wasn't that Bridget used a lot of makeup but she wanted to look beautiful for Sian.

Looking over at the door, Sian saw a robe hanging up. It was clearly Don's since it was much too big for Bridget. "Do you think Don would mind if I borrowed his robe? I would rather not go down to the spare room in just a towel," she asked.

Bridget smiled impishly at Sian. "He let you borrow his wife; I don't see how borrowing his robe would bother him."

For a moment Sian didn't know what to say in response. She was trying not to be nasty towards Don. It seemed a double edged sword that was just as likely to hurt her. In the end she just said, "I guess not." She pulled on his robe and then opened the door. As she was walking to the guest bedroom, she caught a glimpse of Don. He nodded and then turned away to go back to reading the newspaper.

It didn't take Sian long to get dressed. Taking her bag with her, she went into the master bedroom to find her pajamas so she could pack them. Although she had a wonderful time, she was starting to feel the need to get some space. It wasn't really harder than she expected but being right about the difficulty in handling her relationship with Bridget wasn't any comfort. Rather than going back out where Don was, Sian sat down on the bed and waited for Bridget to finish.

While Sian was dressed in a pair of jeans with a tunic top and a light sweater like wrap, Bridget came out of the bathroom wearing a form fitting sweater dress with leggings on underneath it. She looked very tasty in it and for a few moments Sian was tempted to stay a little longer. But she knew that if they were to do anything else, it would involve Don again and that would just increase the awkward feeling she had.

Bridget saw her sitting there and came over to give Sian a kiss. She stroked Sian's face as she bent down and then brushed their lips together. Something in Sian's expression conveyed her feelings to Bridget. She sat down on Sian's lap and put her arms around Sian's neck.

"Are you feeling okay with things, Darling?" Bridget asked.

With her arms going around Bridget, Sian gave her a little squeeze. "It is kind of overwhelming at times, Bridge. I am so happy to be with you but it is also hard knowing you have Don in your life. The feelings get all mixed up." She paused as she gave Bridget another hug along with a little kiss this time. She didn't want Bridget to misinterpret her. "I have had a wonderful Christmas, Baby. I just need a little alone time."

Bridget felt a little quickening of her heart beat. Despite Sian not wanting to scare her, she couldn't help but worry a little. She knew it was not easy for Sian. Unconsciously her arms tightened a little bit around Sian's neck.

"I thought you were going to stay for Christmas dinner. I bought enough for three," Bridget said. She wasn't trying to manipulate Sian but the tone of her voice betrayed her worry.

"Shhh," Sian softly said. She kissed Bridget again. "Don't worry, Bridge. It's only a little away time. I'm not running away. And I will be back for dinner, if you want me to." She looked Bridget in the eyes and hesitated for a moment. Finally she decided to say what was on her mind. "I need to be away from Don, even if it is just for the afternoon. I can't do it all the time. Anyway you should spend a little time with him too."

She wanted to add, "He is your husband after all." But Sian couldn't figure out how to say that without it sounding bitter even though she didn't mean it that way .. much. She rested her head on Bridget's shoulder.

Bridget reached up to stroke Sian's head, running her fingers through the short hair. There was nothing sexual about the caress this time. She just wanted to make Sian know how much she cared about her. She whispered, "I understand, Sian. I ask so much of you. I love you, my darling Sian."

For a moment, Sian felt the beginnings of tears in her eyes. She blinked tightly, thankful that Bridget couldn't see her face at that moment. She took a deep breath and willed them away. When she felt it pass, she replied. "I love you too, Bridge. And you don't have to ask. I've freely given it." Before lifting her head up, she surreptitiously wiped at her eyes to get rid of any little traces of the moment.

"So what time do you want me back here?" Sian asked as she lifted up her head to again look at Bridget. She could see that the worry was still not all erased from Bridget's face. Sian made a little mental sigh. "There's nothing I can do to completely fix that," she thought to herself.

"I was planning on dinner at 5, but you are welcome anytime. You know that," Bridget said.

"Okay, I will be back before then. Thank you again for a wonderful Christmas Eve and for this morning," Sian said before giving Bridget another soft kiss. As it ended, she looked deep into Bridget's eyes. The moment dragged on until she finally said, "I'm a very lucky woman."

"So am I," Bridget said nodding. "Thank you for being with me on this day. I couldn't have been happy otherwise." She placed her hand on the locket that was around Sian's neck, hidden under her top. "I hope this is a constant reminder that I love you," she said. For the first time, Bridget didn't drop her voice into a whisper. She didn't know if Don could hear but reassuring Sian was more important.

Slowly nodding her head, Sian put her own hand on top of Bridget's. "It is," she replied. How Bridget said it didn't escape Sian's notice; it was as reassuring as Bridget hoped.

They stayed like that for a few minutes more. They didn't talk or do anything more than continue to hold each other.

In the other room, Don had managed to find a spot where he could see what was going on in the bedroom. He tried to make sure that he wasn't in the direct line of sight of either of them. If they were going to start making love again, he wanted to see it from the beginning. He was a little disappointed when it didn't get passionate. As time went on, he found himself becoming uncomfortable in spying on what was clearly an intimate moment. Finally the feeling of intruding got strong enough that he moved away and went back to watching the football game on the TV.

A few minutes later, Sian came out of the bedroom carrying her bag. Putting it down, she came over to Don. She had a smile on her face and he returned it.

"I think I will head home for a little while, Don. It will give you a little private time with Bridge. Thank you for everything. I really love the jersey!" She gave him a hug and a little kiss on the cheek. As they separated, she paused. There was a little look of embarrassment on her face as she spoke again. "And thank you for letting me have this time with Bridge. It meant a lot to me."

From the look on Don's face, he found it awkward too. He wasn't quite sure what to say. In the end he said, "You're welcome, Sian."

Sian nodded. "Merry Christmas, Don. See you later this afternoon."

"Later Sian and Merry Christmas to you too," he replied.

Grabbing her bag, Sian went to the door and left. She had already said goodbye to Bridget who was still in the bedroom. It was a painful moment for both of them and they didn't need to make it any harder.

Bridget didn't come right out of the bedroom after Sian was gone. She needed a short while by herself. Somehow Don sensed that and left her alone and just waited for her to come to him. The feeling of separation from Sian was still raw. Their connection was already strong, Bridget thought. It wasn't just the night of passionate love making. The bonds between them were newly built and continuing to grow. It occurred to Bridget that they seemed more intense than those with Don. It was a disconcerting thought and Bridget shied away from examining it. Instead she got up and went out to join Don.

She found him in front of the television watching the beginning of another bowl game. Coming up behind him, Bridget leaned over and wrapped her arms around him to give him a hug. She added a kiss to the cheek before letting go and coming around to sit on his lap. She tried not to examine the difference in how it felt to do that with him compared to Sian.

Not really interested in the game, Don turned off the television to avoid being distracted. He looked at Bridget with a little smile. "I hope it has been a Merry Christmas, Honey," he said. After a moment he chuckled. "I have to say it looked pretty merry."

Bridget felt her cheeks get red. Despite that being the plan, it was still weird to be reminded that he had watched her make love for the first time with Sian. It was as intimate a moment as Bridget would ever have with her and she did it in front of Don. Finally Bridget nodded and then said, "It has been wonderful, Don."

"Good," he replied. "I'm glad it was." He reached up and pulled out his locket. "You're in my heart too, Honey. Thank you for this." The smile on her face told him that it was the right thing to say.

"I'm so pleased you like it. I didn't know whether you would but I took a chance," Bridget said as she continued to smile. She gave him another little hug. She hesitated for a moment and then asked, "Was it what you were hoping for?"

Don looked at her and then nodded. "It was amazing, Honey. You were so passionate with Sian. It was unbelievably exciting." He looked away for a moment and then looked back. "I didn't realize that I could cum that many times," he said, sounding embarrassed. He looked away again but Bridget reached up and took his chin, turning his head back so that she could give him a kiss.

With her arms now behind his neck, Don and Bridget began to kiss. It slowly built in intensity but Bridget noticed that it wasn't reaching the degree of passion she had felt with Sian. It was like Don was holding back some. After a while, she pulled back and looked at him.

"Everything okay, Sweetie? I kind of thought you would want to make love after not getting to do anything," Bridget asked.

The embarrassed look came back on his face but even more so than before. "I would like to, Honey. It is just that I came so many times that I am finding it hard to get it up again." Don couldn't meet Bridget in the eyes.

"Oh Honey, it's okay. I understand. Do you want me to try and help?" Bridget reached down and began to softly rub Don's cock through his pants. She also began to kiss his neck. Normally both of those things would have been enough to get Don going but today neither one of them seemed to help.

Bridget wondered if talking about being with Sian would get him hard, but Bridget couldn't bring herself to do that. "It was our time," she thought to herself. Talking about it this way felt like it would somehow sully something that had been very special. "He can talk if he wants to but I'm not," she said to herself.

Instead Bridget started to whisper in Don's ear. "I can suck you off if you want. Would that get you all hard? Would you like me to take your cock in my mouth and give you a blowjob?"

Despite the best efforts on Bridget's part, Don was still not feeling any stirrings in his groin. In fact it was just making it worse. The more she tried and he failed; the more Don felt like he was letting Bridget down. Sian had given her an intense night of sexual highs and not only couldn't he match them, he couldn't do anything at all. The nagging thought made it even harder for him to get it up. He couldn't let go of it.

Finally Don just shook his head and said, "No, I told you. I'm just too worn out from last night." He didn't intend to say it as harsh as he did, but he didn't apologize either. He wished that Bridget had just let it alone. Irritation crept into his mood as well now.

For Bridget, Don's brusque attitude felt a bit like a slap in the face. The whole reason that the relationship with Sian had happened was because of Don's pushing her. Now she had finally fulfilled his fantasy and he was being a jerk. She was surprised that he couldn't get it up but she understood. She didn't have a good idea of how many times he shot off but it must have been a lot. It certainly didn't bother her. She only wanted to please him; she was satisfied already. It didn't occur to her that Don felt like he was failing her with his inability. He had gotten what he wanted.

Both of them moved slightly and the space between them widened. After a minute of awkward silence, Don picked up the remote again and flipped the game back on. Usually if they watched something together, Bridget would snuggle up with Don and he would put his arm around her. Today Don sat there with his arms crossed. Without physically moving his arm, there was no way Bridget could do that. She sat there watching but she didn't really care about either team. It would have been okay if Don wanted to cuddle. Without it, she quickly got bored.