6 comments/ 42956 views/ 8 favorites It Started with Coffee By: Jake Marlow Throwing a party for twenty seven-year-olds is a thankless job. A lot of work goes into cleaning the house, then the guests tear everything apart in the first half hour. You're left with a bigger mess than when you started. If only you could collapse on the couch with a beer afterward while a tornado goes through the house and sweeps everything away. Preparing everything is even more work when you have a husband who disappears to the golf course the day before the party, I love my husband, Kurt, but sometimes it seems like he's trapped in a permanent adolescence. But it's his spontaneous nature that makes me love him. It's funny that what makes you love someone can be the same thing that annoys you the most. Luckily, that day, Marie came to my rescue. Her husband, Brett, was out with their son, so she had some free time. Amazingly, she chose to help me set up the party, instead of relaxing, or getting her nails done. I had cooking to do, the house to clean and party favors to put together, so her help was invaluable. I couldn't imagine why she would give up a free afternoon to help me, but we had become much closer of late. Much, much closer. Marie and Brett live across the cul-de-sac, and we became fast friends from the time they moved in, getting together for barbeques and such. But over the last couple of months, our get-togethers had become more intimate. It started with a couples' night out and a joke about swapping partners. Somehow, that joke turned serious, and Marie ended up in bed with my husband, Kurt, while Brett and I screwed in their living room. But that was not a one-time thing. When we attended Marie and Brett's Christmas party, Kurt and I ended up in bed with them again after all the other guests left. After that second encounter, there was no doubt that we were some kind of foursome, even though I didn't know exactly what that meant. My husband and I talked about it, but neither of us ever had a heart-to-heart with the other couple. I'd talked to Marie often in the intervening weeks, but I could never figure out a smooth way to bring up our extracurricular activities. "Okay, it's break time," Marie announced. She'd just pulled a fresh batch of cookies from the oven, while I sat at the kitchen table assembling party favor bags. "Yeah, we have been going at it all day. I could use a break too," I agreed. Marie poured two cups of coffee from a fresh pot and brought them over, while I fetched the milk and sugar. I take it black, but she pours so much milk into hers it might as well be a dessert. "Just one thing missing," she said, disappearing with a wink. She returned with a bottle of Jamison's and added a nip to her coffee. "Isn't it a bit early for that?" I asked. "It's after lunch," she grinned, holding the bottle over my coffee. I shrugged and she poured. "I can't thank you enough for your help. I would be so far behind without you." "Don't worry, honey, I'll think of a way you can return the favor." I laughed. "I'm sure you will." "You can lend me your husband for a couple hours," she said. My shock must have been all over my face, because she added, "I didn't mean for that, although that would be nice. I've been after Brett to put the boxes of Christmas decorations back up in the attic and he could use a hand. I'm afraid I don't have the reach to be much help." "Oh, sure, I know Kurt will be happy to help." I don't know how happy my husband would be that I volunteered him to move boxes, but I was annoyed enough by his disappearing act that I didn't care. And I could see where Marie would have trouble handing boxes up the ladder that leads to the attic. She's a petite thing, just over five-foot-three, with a crazy, curvy body that demands attention, even dressed down as she was in tight jeans and a green cardigan over a tank top. A couple inches of pale, freckled cleavage were exposed, as usual. Marie is so amply endowed that you couldn't help but notice. She's a beautiful, fiery redhead and I know my husband jumped at the chance to sleep with her. "What did you think I meant, Eve?" Marie asked. "Nothing," I mumbled. She fixed me with her emerald eyes. She wasn't going to let me off the hook. "What if I did ask to borrow Kurt for a couple hours? Would you mind? Of course I'd return the favor with Brett. I know he wouldn't mind one bit." "I...I don't know. I haven't thought about that." I can't say I'd turn down another roll in the hay with Brett. He was a great lover and a lot of fun. I was pretty surprised he was attracted me to in the first place, if Marie was any indicator of his type. Marie and I could not be more physically different. Where she is short and curvy, I am three inches taller and slender. I've always been thin and I still run just about every day, keeping me in great shape at thirty-two, if that's not immodest to admit. Before the kids, I was really skinny, and I know Kurt likes that motherhood has put a little more meat on my bones. I have a tight, round butt, and while I am much smaller than Marie up top, I'm perky enough that I don't need a bra. Both Kurt and Brett have told me how perfect my breasts are. Marie is the very image of an Irish Lass, I've got fine brown hair and delicate features. She's always made up, I wear little make-up. She loves attention, I shrink from the spotlight. As I said, Marie and I couldn't be more different, so I'd always thought her husband's flirting was just playing around...until that night. "Really? Given everything..." "I mean, I've thought about Brett, sure, I just haven't thought about, you know, going off alone with him, or Kurt going off alone with you. You know, when we've been together, uhm, we were all, you know, together." I felt the heat rushing to my cheeks and hoped I was making some kind of sense. It was difficult to talk about swapping spouses, even with the person I was doing it with. "Yeah, it's something that just seems to happen, isn't it? Maybe it's more fun when it's not planned." "Could be," I agreed. "Are you still okay with what's been going on?" I felt so put on the spot, but I knew this was a conversation we needed to have, that we should have had a while ago. I sipped my coffee and finally met her eyes. "Yeah, we both are. We like you guys and trust you. It's been a lot of fun, so what's there not to like. As long as were all open with each other, I don't foresee a problem." "Brett and I love getting together with you. Brett can't say enough about you," Marie smiled. She added more Jamison's to her mug and mine, but not more coffee. "Really? You guys talk about what, uhm, what we do?" "Of course. I want to know what you're like. I want to know if you guys are having a good time. And it sounds like it's a very good time." If it was possible, I turned a deeper crimson. "Really?" I repeated. "Don't you get jealous talking about it?" "Don't sound so surprised. Brett's looking forward to being with you again, I know that. I know he loves me, so I have no reason to be jealous. But don't you guys talk about what we've been doing?" "We've discussed it -- generally -- but we haven't gotten into any details. I don't know... talking about it, that seems a little odd to me." "So you're not curious at all about what Kurt and I do?" "I wouldn't go that far," I responded, with a sly smile, remembering how I'd briefly spied on Marie and Kurt through the cracked-open bedroom door the last time we swapped. I honestly didn't understand why Kurt and I hadn't gotten into specifics. Maybe he didn't want to know about me and Brett. Maybe Kurt didn't want that picture in his head. "Is there anything you'd like to know?" Marie asked. "I... I don't know. Uhm, is it good? I mean, do you like Kurt?" "I wouldn't be going back if I didn't, would I?" Marie laughed. "I wouldn't keep doing it just so Brett could keep screwing you." My laughter joined hers. "I guess not." "I don't need to tell you, but Kurt's great in bed. He's still like a teenager, all excited and he can last forever, the second time. I love that thing he does with his hips, too." Marie was very enthusiastic describing sex with my husband, and I felt a pang of jealousy. I knew just the thing she was talking about with the hips. And while I may complain sometimes that it seems like sex is the only thing on Kurt's mind, I'm secretly pleased that he wants me just as much now as when we first met. "And you're enjoying Brett?" Marie asked. "Oh yeah, he's terrific," I answered, perhaps too quickly. "It's exciting to be with someone so different from Kurt. Brett's so strong. Not that Kurt isn't, but it's different with Brett." "I know what you mean." "I never thought I'd be with another man again, so it's a very nice surprise. I don't know where this thing is going, but I'm enjoying the ride." "You never really did answer me. How would you feel if Kurt and I went off together, without you guys around?" "I don't really know. Would you be okay with Brett walking across the street for a quickie?" I asked, trying to inject some humor into the conversation. I really didn't know how I would feel if Kurt were to be with Marie without me around. Was that crossing a line? "I'd be fine with it. Feel free to borrow my husband anytime time you like," Marie said. I just couldn't match Marie's smile. I wasn't quite where she was on this. "Kurt and I would have to talk about that. I don't know how he feels about me just going off and being with Brett." "Fair enough. In the meantime, you know what the guys really want? You know what would drive them crazy?" "I think I know what you're getting at. Kurt would probably pass out. I don't think he'd know what to do with the two of us," I laughed, glad we've changed topics. "Brett would be fine, with a little direction, I think. I know his biggest fantasy is two women in bed. I think he'd love for those women to be us." I thought about when I kissed Marie that first time, and then after the Christmas party, when I was pulled into bed with her and Kurt, after I'd come to collect my husband from her bed. The two of them began undressing and kissing me, and I barely had the willpower to pull away. I agreed with Marie. Either of our husbands would love to be in bed with both of us, but how could we work it out to be fair to everyone? "I think you're right. And if you and Kurt had your way, it probably would have happened last time." "Yeah, that was fun. You're a great kisser. It's a shame you guys had to go." "Maybe something will happen next time," I said. "I know we can work something out." "We should just ignore the guys entirely. Just let them sit there and watch," Marie said, taking my hand. "That could be interesting," I agreed. Was the whisky in my coffee warming me up, or was it something else? "But you know, we don't want to promise them something hot and then not deliver. It'd probably be a good idea to practice first." Her thumbs caressed the back of my hand and she moved closer. "Oh? You think so?" I smiled. "Most definitely," she nodded. Leaning across the table, Marie closed the gap between us and our lips met. It was not our first kiss, of course, but it was the first time we were kissing without an audience, and there was no rush. It was years since I'd really sensually kissed another woman, and it was just as wonderful as I'd remembered it. Her lips, painted a reddish-rusty color, were soft and full, and I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the kiss. Her hand was on the back of my neck, slender fingers tickling where strands of hair had come free from my hurried effort at pulling my brown locks up. I gasped when our tongues touched. It was electric, like the first time I'd kissed her husband. An illicit thrill passed through my body. I've always gotten a special pleasure from doing things that were forbidden or dangerous. Sitting in my kitchen and kissing one of my best friends like this definitely fell into both categories. "Do you think we should move things up to the bedroom?" Marie asked. "It's like you read my mind," I agreed. As we both stood, I grabbed the bottle of Jamison's and took a huge pull. The amber liquid scorched my throat and warmed my body. Coming from a large Irish family, I'm not lightweight when it comes to handling my liquor. I handed Marie the bottle and she took a more demure sip. I left the bedroom shades up, but pulled the curtains closed, and the afternoon sun filled the space with warm, diffused light. Marie waited by the side of the bed and I was glad that I habitually make our queen-sized bed every morning. There was nothing I could do about the clothes Kurt insisted on throwing on the floor. I walked toward my smiling friend. Our bodies touched and her hands rested on my waist when we started kissing again. I lightly held her face in both hands and then ran my fingers through her flaming curls. She really has great hair. I'm almost as jealous of that as I am of her generous chest. I've never been able to do much with my fine hair. My tongue slipped past her lips and Marie's hands moved to my butt, pulling me closer as she squeezed. Our breasts mashed together and our clothes felt so cumbersome. I worked at the buttons on the front of Marie's sweater and her massaging hands slid up my back. I pulled her cardigan from her shoulders and ended up wrestling her arms out of it. Marie decided to finish undressing herself, pulling her white, lace-trimmed tank top over her head, then unhooking the white, lacy bra she wore underneath. Those big, pale, freckled breasts bounced into view and her strawberry nipples stood out, thick with desire. While she unsnapped her jeans, I was peeling off my layers as well. A tight green henley gave way to a white tank top and then a white, stretch camisole. I frequently go braless around the house, especially under so many layers. It's one of the benefits of smaller breasts. I kicked out of my shoes and peeled snug khakis down my legs. I was unsure if I should leave my little white and red striped cotton panties on, but stripped them too when I saw Marie shed her black, silky panties. I would have worn something sexier under my clothes if I'd known anyone besides my husband would be seeing it. While we kissed, I pulled back the covers and we slipped into bed together, facing each other in the middle. Our eyes were locked together as our hands explored each other's bodies. I was suddenly nervous and felt rather silly about it. Marie had seen me naked before, and we'd touched too, briefly. And unlike her, I'd been with women before, although not in many years, and never as sober as I was then. She caressed my breasts gently, grazing my dark, hardening nipples with her red-painted nails until a low sigh escaped my lips. My breasts are not my most sensitive area, but I can really get going when someone touches me there the right way. I loved how Marie's husband's rough hands felt on my delicate flesh, and I enjoyed her touch just as much. Yes, she was gentle, but also firm, kneading my breasts and pinching my nipples until she drew them out and I moaned for more. "Brett's right, you're tits really are perfect," she said as a prelude to a kiss. "Ahhhh, I don't have what you have..." I moaned when her lips slipped to my neck and she found that special spot that makes me nuts. With her kissing and sucking me there, and caressing my breasts, I was nearly helpless. But I wasn't passive. Marie's breasts spilled from my hands and when I isolated her stubby, pale nipples I teased them gently as she touched me, but it seemed the rougher I was, the more reaction I provoked. "Mmm, that's it Eve, I'm not a shrinking violet. You don't have to be too gentle," she encouraged, her lips moving lower. I did as she wished, pulling her nipples even harder, with a little twist. "Mmm...yesss...Evvveeee..." I cried out when Marie's lips and flicking tongue found my breasts. Looking down, all I could see was her mass of fiery curls as she kissed and sucked on my nipples. She circled over and over with her tongue, and then sucked hard, giving me a little bite, before moving to tease my other breast. She kept teasing my free, wet nipple with her fingers, softly pinching and rolling. I wasn't really teasing her breasts as much as just holding on. She made me feel so good. It was hard to think about anything but those soft lips, and I found it hard to believe she'd never done this before. When it became too intense, I guided her mouth back to mine and thrust my tongue into her's. While we kissed, I took the initiative and touched between Marie's thighs. She was smooth and warm down there. I shave and do my best to keep it clean, but she was so smooth that I suspect Marie waxes. Her lips were puffed out and she moaned into our kiss when I touched them. I tried lightly rubbing her mound, but she was insistent and pushed at my hand. I pressed harder and my middle fingers went between her lips. She was drenched, as I knew I was, and my fingers slipped easily over her clit. I ignored that little bud of pleasure and instead pushed both fingers inside her and curved upward. "God, Eve!" Marie cried when I fingered her g-spot. I rubbed in little circles, teasingly, but then pressed more firmly and the redhead really started shouting. She pulled my face to her breasts and I feasted, sucking and nibbling her thick nipples, so different from my darker, pointier ones. She cried, "More, more!" I added a third finger and pressed her g-spot as I frigged her faster and faster. I've always thought I was easy to get going, a little too easy, really, but Marie seemed to go from zero to sixty in record time. I am sure I had her on the edge of climax. I could even hear how wet she was as my fingers moved in and out of her. "If you don't stop....I'm...I'm...gonna...cumm..." she wailed, tearing my face from her breast. "Do it! I want you to," I encouraged, unusually wordy in bed. Dirty talk just isn't my thing, but my friend had me inspired. I'd heard just how vocal she could be while she fucked my husband. "Nnnnot...yyettt..." Marie touched my pussy and I was every bit as wet as she was. Her fingers filled me, but I guided them instead to my clit. Having fingers inside me is okay if someone knows what they're doing, but the surest way to my orgasm is to rub me the right way, which I showed Marie. God, her fingers felt good. It was almost as good as when I touch myself. She knew the clit is sensitive and didn't just attack it, but applied pressure through the hood. Only when she had me moaning and gasping did she pluck my clit from underneath and push me into overdrive. Our eyes held each other's with an incredible intensity as we lay side by side on the bed and brought each other closer to cumming. It was so amazing, so different from the connection I had with Kurt or Brett. "God, Eve! God, don't stop! Make me cum!" Marie cried, just before she did, indeed, climax. It was incredible to watch her eyes widen, like she was surprised, and then narrow, like she was concentrating on the most important thing in the world. Her eyes closed and her face went slack, even as her body tightened into a straight line, thrusting at me as she howled through her orgasm. My quieter moans joined hers, as I was cumming myself. I shook and curled toward her as lightning filled my body, illuminating every inch with pleasure. God, it was magnificent! It felt like I was floating in that other world forever, until I stopped Marie from rubbing me -- it just became too intense. Marie kissed me deeply. "That was so good, Eve! Wow!" She trailed her slick fingers up her own body and then tentatively tasted them. "I've never...mmmm...that's kind of nice." "Glad you like it," I laughed, unsure of what else to say. I closed the distance between us, so our bodies were together, and kissed her. It was a long, languid kiss and our hands roamed while our wet, swollen mounds rubbed together. The friction was hot and it made me want another round. I knew she would be game if I went down. I couldn't wait to kiss her pussy and make her scream again. It Started with Coffee "I want more," Marie moaned, trying to push me onto my back. "No, me first," I insisted. Marie rolled onto her back and I leisurely made my way down her body, licking, touching and kissing. She spread her legs wide and I kissed all around her pussy, but ignored the obvious target. She was moaning and kept trying to move her sex into my path, but I kept moving. It was only when she reached down and pushed her fingers through my hair, letting it fall free, that I followed her guidance and lightly kissed her mound. The redhead hissed and raised her hips off the bed, but I still took my time, only lightly kissing, until she was panting and trembling. "Ohhh...Eve...why are you teasing me..." "Because it's fun," I grinned. Ironically, I hate being teased like that. When I'm ready, I'm ready. I parted her lips and darted my tongue, gently lapping at her inflamed flesh. She was soaked and I happily drank her tart juices. While my tongue explored, I slipped fingers inside her once again and found her g-spot. "Oh God! Yes! Yes! Eve!" Marie called, tightening her fingers in my hair, forcing my face into her. She was more aggressive, more vocal than any of the girls I'd been with in the past and it was exciting. I sucked her clit through the hood and then zeroed in with my tongue. When Marie came, she came hard, screaming my name and bucking on the bed. She flooded my face and I did my best to keep up. It was so exciting to do that to her. I wanted to stay down there and make her cum all day! "Eve! Eve! EVE!" I kept licking and slurping and I'm pretty sure she came a second time before she rolled, forcing me off of her. Marie lay on her back, legs splayed open and chest heaving, her pale, freckled skin flushed deep red. It was the only time I'd ever seen her "blush". "Oh...my...God..." she sighed. "You are so doing that again sometime. Wow, Eve. You are incredible. I mean, wow! Anytime you and Kurt want me in bed, I'm there." "It would make his dreams come true, I'm sure," I laughed, hoping she wouldn't notice how much her compliments made me blush. It seemed like my hair was everywhere, and I brushed it out of my face. "What about Brett?" "Oh, the three of us in bed would be epic. I hope Kurt's okay with that." "We'll see," I said, still unsure how I felt about a spouse being excluded from our fun, even for a moment. "Yeah, there's other things on my mind right now, anyway," she grinned wolfishly. "You don't have to," I said, although I was crazy horny and really wanted it. "I really, really want to." Marie pounced on me and, while her mouth on my breasts drove me crazy -- God, her lips -- her fingers teased my pussy. By the time she moved down there completely, I was dripping. She opened my lips and dove right in. She did not tease me, as I did her, but went right for my clit like she was starved for it. It's almost embarrassing to admit, but I climaxed immediately. Hey, I said I was easy! I was just so charged up that, really, Marie barely had to touch me. And touch me she did. She didn't stop when I came, but doubled down. I locked my thighs around her head as that tongue of hers explored my every crevice. My legs were over her shoulders and she reached up and lightly scratched at my nipples with her nails. Now, that felt good. Marie circled my clit with her tongue over and over, giving me a third orgasm. My entire body heaved and my cries filled the bedroom as I clawed at the sheets. A final orgasm came when she was just lightly sucking on my clit. Marie left me totally wrung out. When she lifted her face from between my legs it was totally glazed and I was exhausted. Like her husband, she had her way with me. "I wish I was multi-orgasmic like that," she cooed, kissing my cheek. "It doesn't happen all the time, but you guys seem to have the knack," I breathed. "I'm sure it's just the hot situation," she said, rolling away. I closed my eyes, taking deep, cleansing breaths, filling my diaphragm with air. I had to be careful, or I could become addicted to this sort of thing. Sex with Kurt was great as always, but there was just this extra excitement when we were with Brett and Marie. My eyes flew open when I heard the click of a picture being snapped. "What are you doing?" I shouted, reaching for her phone. Marie laughed and rolled away. I pulled her down on the bed, while she held the phone away from me. "Too late, it's sent," she said. "To who?" I demanded. "I texted it to Kurt. I said we just had a fun afternoon." "Oh my God! He's going to lose his mind!" I murmured. Luckily, I knew he would not mind this happening. He would just be disappointed he wasn't with us. Still, I couldn't help wondering what he would think. "Stay here!" I streaked through the house and found my phone downstairs, doing my best to avoid lingering in front of any windows. Already there was a text from my husband: WTF? DETAILS! Back in the bedroom, Marie posed in all her naked, satisfied glory while I snapped her picture with my phone and sent it to Brett. He texted me right back: WISH I WAS THERE. JUST GOT AN INTERESTING TEXT FROM KURT. WILL ANSR SOON. Apparently, the boys were exchanging our pictures. Marie and I lingered in bed, naked, for a while longer, but finally dressed. It was getting late and I had to pick up the kids from Kurt's parents soon. Marie wanted to stay and help clean up the kitchen, but I insisted she'd done enough. "You know the guys aren't going to stop until they see us together in real life," I said. "Good, because I can't wait for it to happen again. Are you guys free next weekend?" "I'll see if I can get the sitter. She can probably watch all the kids again." "That would be great. We can get dinner, or something." I smiled. "Or we can just stay in." I couldn't believe how forward I was! We shared a slow, sultry kiss before she went home and I returned to my mom duties. Later, Kurt was already home when I got back from picking up the kids. I think he wanted to put them to bed that second, but we hadn't even had dinner. I played it coy when he got me alone and I made him wait until much later to talk about my afternoon. He followed me up to bed like a puppy dog, but I made him wait just a little longer while I showered. I toweled my hair dry and slipped into a little black see-through babydoll I hadn't worn in ages. I don't usually like loose stuff like that, since I put an effort into keeping in shape. But it was sheer, and not much was left to the imagination. Although it didn't come low enough to hide anything, I decided not to wear its matching panties. When I posed in the doorway, Kurt tossed his copy of Sports Illustrated into the corner of the room. I locked the door behind me and sauntered over to the bed. "I'm sure you have some questions," I cooed, crawling onto the bed and tracing my finger up his bare chest. Kurt is muscular, but not broad, and the black hair on his chest is sparse. "Start at the beginning and don't leave anything out," he said eagerly. He's so cute when he thinks he's going to get laid. "Well," I started, pulling his pajama bottoms down so that his cock, already hard, sprang out. "Since my husband would rather go play with his buddies and leave his wife all alone to get ready for a big party, Marie came over to help." I took him in my hand. He was warm and firm and twitched when I stroked him. "We took a break and got to talking about what's been going on these past few months." "You mean the hooking up?" Kurt sat up so he could reach me and started by tracing up my arm and then rubbing my shoulder and caressing my neck. I love how he knows just the right way to touch me. It was sweet and sexy. "That's one way to put it. After we agreed that everyone was still cool with things, we talked about what might happen in the future." Pre-cum leaked from his cock and he shook when I smeared the sticky fluid on his sensitive head. I love the velvety softness of the head of a man's cock, and I had to resist to urge to lean over and kiss it. "Talking got us both hot and we kissed." "Where?" "At the kitchen table. We were having coffee." "Wow." He sounded like a teenager hearing about sex for the first time. "So did you clear the table?" His caress moved to my breast, where he coaxed my nipple to hardness through the sheer lace. Now I was the one moaning. "No, we're civilized. We came up to the bedroom." "And?" He hung on my every word. "And we had some fun," I taunted. Finally, I kissed his cock, my lips spread over the head, lightly sucking while I held his shaft. I brushed my hair back and watched him, licking and sucking until I was sure he was going to lose it. Then I stopped. "Come on, Eve," he moaned. "I bet you'd like Marie here with us now, wouldn't you? Maybe I'd hold you while she kissed it." I returned my lips to him. "Ohhh...yeahhh..." "And maybe we'd kiss while we were going down on you..." "Eeevviieee..." "And you wouldn't mind if we forgot about you for a little while, would you?" "Nnnooo...go right ahead, honey." "And after Marie had me ready, nice and wet, I'd climb on top of you just like this..." I straddled Kurt, putting him inside me. He held my hips and moaned while I completely enveloped him. I was so wet from the little tale I was spinning and reliving my afternoon with Marie that I was more than ready. Normally, dirty talk just makes me giggle and blush, but my afternoon with Marie had left me emboldened. Gripping my hips, Kurt guided me up and down on him. We were both so ripe I knew this was not going to last. "Uhhnn...Evvvviiieee...ohhhhh..." Kurt's hands cupped my breasts and I leaned forward for a kiss while our hips churned together. He clutched me in strong arms while I tightened around his cock and in moments we both came, Kurt with a cry muffled by my shoulder, me with a long, powerful gasp. I stayed on top, holding him inside me. "I love you so much," he whispered. "I love you too, hon. If things ever get too crazy, don't forget that." "How crazy do you think things are going to get? Did you girls make any plans?" "Nothing concrete, but Marie wants to get together next weekend. Is that okay?" "Sure, I'm game." He hugged me tighter, and I gathered the extra strength needed to "hug" his cock, still half-hard inside my pussy. "Where do you think all this is going?" I asked. "What do you mean? We're all having fun, right? I don't know that it's going anywhere." "I don't know. You're right, I'm sure. It's just sometimes I wonder if things will get crazy, if we'll go too far." I didn't have any solid fear, but there was this nagging feeling that, as much fun as we were having, things could go too far and someone could end up hurt or jealous. Kurt chuckled, clearly unconcerned. "I don't know how much further we could go. I mean, you and Brett, me and Marie, we've pretty much done it all." "Yeah, I know, but what if they did want to have a threesome and asked me to come over sometime, without you?" "I don't know. That would be weird. I know I would be jealous, unless there was reciprocation. Is that on the table?" He sounded excited again, which bothered me. I rolled off of him and onto my side, looking at him with my head propped on my hand. "So you'd be okay if I just went over there to sleep with Marie and Brett?" "I don't know if 'okay' is the right word, but if it's something you wanted, and you're okay with it, then I'd be okay with it -- as long as I wasn't left out. I'm sure I would be pacing until you came home." That last part made me feel better. "It's just something Marie mentioned, but don't hold your breath. I'm not sure I'm up for it." Kurt stroked my hair back from my face. "Listen, Eve. Don't ever feel pressured to do anything you don't want to. I love you, and I just want you to be happy. If this little thing we have going with Marie and Brett stops being fun, tell me, and it's over." "Okay." "And if I have a problem with anything, I will let you know. I'm sure I'd be jealous if Brett had both you girls, but I would get mine, trust me." "That's the man I married," I laughed. "And if you and Marie want to spend another afternoon together, feel free. And remember, you're phone shoots video, too." "You're a funny, funny man. Push it, and I'll use that with Brett!" "That might be interesting..." He read my shocked expression and added, "Well, I am a little curious, that's normal, right?" I laughed at his use of normal. "Sure, I guess. Do you want to see us?" "I don't know, but I am curious. Maybe I would want to run from the room. Or maybe it would be hot and I'd pounce on Marie, I just don't know." I kissed him. "Then maybe we won't go off to separate rooms so quickly next time," I said. "Let's just see what happens...."