Freedom Bound

“Author’s note: Constructive criticism is welcomed, both in the public comments and via email. They only help an author learn to write better, right?

Please remember that flaming a story only makes you look less than intelligent. If you didn’t like it, you didn’t have to read it.

Many thanks to hugo_sam and rgraham666 for reading it through, and to TxRad for giving me a push the day it was written.”

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“Honey? Do I look all right?”

“Yes, dear, you look just fine.”

I scowled at Jason in the mirror. I had been watching, and my bastard husband hadn’t even turned around to look.

“Remember to put your contacts in. Angels didn’t wear glasses back then.”

I sighed. “If you would have looked, you would have seen that they’re already in.” I turned around and plunked my hands on my hips. “Are you going to get that tie done up right, or do you need me to do that, too?”

“I don’t see why I can’t just wear jeans,” he grumbled. “It’s just a stupid Christmas thing.”

“Yes, but it’s at the church. You’re the one that wanted me to be in it, so you can dress up for it.” I yanked the tie from his hand and put it around my own neck, then deftly tied a double Windsor as I spoke. “You know I never would have gotten near the place if you hadn’t guilt tripped me into it.” I slid it off again and handed it to him. “I’ve got to get my shoes on and go. I’m stopping to pick up Zack on the way, remember?”

He grumbled and spit on the floor. I rolled my eyes. This wasn’t all that unusual. He hated the fact that I have friends at all, and disliked it even more if they happened to be male. Of course, Zack is a little different than the normal ‘friend’ would be. He’s the one I’ve turned to when things have gone bad. No matter what was wrong, he’s been there for me. Recently things had gone a little further than that. We both discovered that we have very similar sexual tastes. We’re also among the very few whose appetites could match the other’s.

I zipped myself into my down parka, grabbed the fake wings and tinsel halo, and set off for his place. The drive itself is only about twenty minutes - a few minutes past the church - but it seemed to take longer than usual. There was fresh snow on the ground and the twinkle of colored lights and oversized yard decorations were distractions.

It also didn’t help that the whole drive was spent in recollection of the last time my husband had been out of town. For a full forty eight hours we did nothing but revel in raw animal lust. We tumbled and rolled all over his house, stopped only long enough to catch an hour’s nap a couple of times, or to eat a little bit of something to keep our energy up. We had both been sore for days afterward, but the experience had been well worth it.

He answered the door shortly after I knocked. “Hey, come on in. Just you?” He peered out at the car.

“Yep. Jason took the truck and is supposed to meet us there. You really think he’d come along to pick you up?”

He laughed and shook his head. “I don’t think you’d let him, if it came down to it.”

I grinned. “You’re probably right.” I ducked beneath his arm and slipped inside.

“Pull your boots off and come on back,” he called over his shoulder as he headed toward the bedroom. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“Why does that scare me?” I laughed.

“Because you know me too well?”

I stopped, one foot in midair, and stared down the hallway after him. I shook my head and finished yanking the boot off. “Is this something that’s going to get me in trouble?”

“Probably.” He poked his head out the door and grinned. “Want to find out?”

“Now that’s a stupid question. Course I want to find out.” I started toward him.

“Nope. You know better than that.”

“Well hell. Thought I’d get away with it,” I laughed. I closed my eyes and felt my way down the hall with one hand against the wall. They ran into his chest and I stopped.

His big hand closed over mine. “This way.” He backed away, into the room. I lifted my chin slightly and took a deep breath. There was a familiar scent in the air. Leather. He turned the two of us around, then started to walk toward me, which sent me backward. One step at a time until the back of my legs hit the mattress.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Giving you your present.” He pushed against my chest, just hard enough to send me onto my back, and laughed when I bounced on the mattress. “It will take just a minute. You have to promise to leave it how I put it until you bring me back, though. Promise?”

To my credit, I actually thought about it for a few seconds. Then curiosity took over. “I suppose I could promise. Now gimme.”

“Oh good. I hoped you’d say that.”

“Can I at least open my eyes?”

He unzipped my coat and pulled it aside before answering. “No.”

“Why not?”

“I said so.” His tone was teasing. “Don’t you always do what I say?”

“Only most of the time.” I stuck my tongue out at him. He laughed, then unzipped the choir robe I had on over my clothes. “Zack? We need to go soon if we’re going to get there on time.”

“I know. We’ll get there on time.” He worked his hands into my t-shirt. One was clenched into a tight fist. As they moved upward, the fabric followed them. I arched my back so it could rise further. “Now hold still.”

The teasing ring in his voice was gone. Immediately I stiffened, frozen in place, as he dipped his head and suckled one nipple into a hardened point. He gave it a sharp nip and pulled his head back, to stretch it slightly, which brought a soft whimper from my throat. When he released it he took something from his fist and fitted it over the hard nub. He pulled it tight, then repeated the process with the other breast. I felt the bed move as he sat up.

“Now that’s beautiful,” he whispered. One thick finger flicked at what he had placed there. It sent something hard and cold across my flesh. “So much for the first part.”

“The first part?”

“Uh huh.”

“Should I be nervous now?”

“Probably. Take your pants off.”

It took a second for that to register. “What?”

“Take your pants off. Whatever you’ve got on under them, too.”

“Zack…”

A sharp tone invaded his voice. “I said take your pants off.”

I settled back with a soft purr. “Are you sure you really want me to?”

He chuckled softly, deep in his throat. His voice turned to a low growl, right in my ear. “I’m sure. If you don’t, I’ll have to remind you why you obey me. Then you’ll never get to your precious church social.”

I heard myself whimper. My back arched the slightest bit. The weights on my nipples rolled to the side, which tugged at the engorged bits of flesh, and a gasp rose. My eyes flew open for a brief moment. “Weights, and now more?”

“Only if you do as you’re told.”

Immediately my hands flew to unbutton my jeans. It was that easy for him to wake the animal hunger in me, and for him to make me want to do his bidding. He left the bed as I was working on shedding my clothing. I heard him open and close a dresser drawer, then fell back again. The weights bounced against my chest, tugged at my hard nipples. I clapped both hands over my eyes.

Then he was there. He bent over to blow gently on my upper thighs and over my smooth mound.

I opened my legs wide to him. “We’re going to have to get there,” I reminded him.

“I know,” he whispered. His tongue flicked out to run up my damp slit. Just once. Then he pulled away.

“You’re teasing. That’s not fair.”

“Not teasing, just preparing.” There was a soft creak. “Remember now, you promised. Whatever I put, wherever I put it, until we get back here. Right?”

I nodded. “Right.”

“Good girl.” He gave my hip a little pat. “Up.” I braced my feet against the floor and rose to my tiptoes, which raised my hips from the bed. He slid something underneath me. “Now, slow, come back down.”

I did as he told and eased myself down - until I felt something cold and hard touch the crack of my ass. “Um… Zack?”

“Trust me, beautiful.”

Whatever it was shifted slightly at his tug. I shook my head and lowered myself further. He adjusted it again, then again, until the rounded tip was just penetrating my anus. “Stop.”

He dipped his head to lap at my clit, just a quick taste, then wrapped his gift around my groin. Another probing appendage came to my pussy and hovered there.

“I’ll let you ease these in as you see fit while I finish getting ready.”

‘Ease’ my left foot. As soon as I was sure he had left the room I reached down and pushed the one as deep into my cunt as I could. The other one took a little more time. It was thicker than what I was used to having in my ass, and it stretched me nicely. The two of them together made me feel full and heavy. I lifted one foot to the edge of the bed and the movement made them rub against each other. I couldn’t help but moan.

The sound of his footsteps heralded Zack’s return. “You like that, huh? That as deep as they’re getting for now?”

“You know the answer to both of those questions, I would think,” was my tart reply.

“Sassy wench.” He flicked my clit with a hard finger. “Lay flat again.” I did, then he pulled the front up. An adjustment was made to positioning before he strapped the whole thing into place. “All right. Time to get dressed and moving.”

I took a minute to study what he had put on me. It was simple, a belt that buckled on the side with a strap of leather that went between my legs. It went from a narrow strip at the back to a small triangle in front, much like thong panties. The dildo and butt plug were attached to thin rings slid over the leather strap, both to keep them in place and to allow them to move with my body. It was a little difficult to wiggle back into my jeans, especially with the distraction of the weights swinging back and forth and tugging at my nipples, but I managed. The weights drew my attention. Again, they were simple, just a thick thread with a loop tied in one end. The other end was passed through the loop to make another, adjustable, loop to put over a nipple. Then it was weighted with pretty beads and a small fishing weight. I pulled my shirt back down, zipped myself back into the robe and parka, and hurried to pull my boots back on.

Zack was already waiting in the car by the time I got out there. I settled carefully into the passenger seat. “This is going to be… difficult,” I commented. “You could have gotten something a little smaller.”

“What’s the fun in that?”

“What’s the fun in putting this monster in me?”

He laughed. “I’ve got nothing to worry about there.”

I couldn’t say anything to tell him he was wrong about that. Fact was, he was right, and knew it. Just the thought made me remember the first time we’d had sex. He hadn’t been too gentle, and I had been more than willing to be tossed around like a rag doll. I remembered how it felt when he had first entered me. With the second stroke he made me cum, and cum hard, just from the feel of being filled so completely. My body reacted with the memory, my inner muscles clenched hard around the thick plastic intrusion, and I groaned softly.

I was glad the shocks in my car work well. The road between Zack’s house and the church is fairly rough. If the shocks had been going, or if there had been a little less snow, we would have bounced the whole way there. It would have been like a good, deep, double penetration fuck with someone pulling and twisting at my nipples. It was still fairly uncomfortable.

How would anybody else take it? Would anybody else walk into a church with the knowledge they had sex toys strapped between their legs? I didn’t know, but my insides quivered every time I thought about it. It was exciting, knowing that nobody would be able to tell if I walked carefully. I wasn’t so sure about the weights. My nipples had a tendency to be perky anyway, and the weights made them swell even more. The thought that somebody might notice they were more full than normal brought out the exhibitionist in me. By the time we got there my breath was a little short and I’m sure my face was flushed.

My husband was waiting when we got to the church. He scowled at the two of us when we came in. “I was starting to think you weren’t coming. What took so long?”

Zack stepped forward. “That was my fault. I wasn’t quite ready.” He flashed a self-deprecating smile. “You know I’m worse than a woman that way.”

Jason glared first at him, then at me, before he went in and sat down. I laid a hand on Zack’s arm. “Thanks. That could have been something less than pretty.”

“Oh, no problem.” He smiled down at me. “You’ve done at least as much for me before. Now let’s go get you into those wings.”

I nodded and started toward the nursery room. That’s where the finishing touches to costumes were to be made. Just outside the nursery door is a line of pegs for coats. I unzipped mine and lifted my arms to hang it up. The fabric of my shirt slid across my nipples, made extra sensitive by the blood held within them from the pressure of the weights. I bit my lip hard. Something told me that if I looked down, I would be able to see them standing up, even through the shirt and heavy choir robe.

“Zack?”

He looked over. “Yeah?”

“I really don’t think I can do this.” I could hear my voice quivering. “Somebody’s going to look and see.”

“Nobody will see anything but your beautiful face.” He turned me around and cupped my face between his palms. “I swear to you that if anybody says anything, I will personally poke them with a long, sharp, pointy thing.”

I had to laugh. He would, if it came down to it, and he had an ample supply of fencing swords to do it with. “All right. Let’s go get the rest of this stuff on. I’ve got to get up on the stage.”

“We don’t have to go in there. It will be crowded with all the kids. Let’s just strap the wings on out here.”

It was actually much simpler than that. They were light, and used Velcro to stick to the back of the robe. One strap went around my neck just for stability. I lifted my chin to let him buckle it. A shiver ran down my spine when he did - it was almost like his putting a collar on, and with all this equipment already attached, my mind was not on the pageant. “Later,” he promised. “When this is over with.” He put on the headband that held the halo up. “I’ll be sitting near the front.”

I nodded and watched him make his way to the pews. He settled down in the middle of the third row. I tried to spot Jason in the small crowd but couldn’t see him anywhere. That didn’t surprise me in the least. I took a deep breath and made my way through the side hall to the back of the sanctuary. From there to the choir loft, where it was easy to lower myself onto the roof of the elaborate manger scene that had been built for the occasion. Once on the roof I took my boots off and tossed them into the front row of choir seats. They would be taken care of.

Here I might say that this was an exceptionally large church. Built to seat five thousand people, there was rarely a sermon that every seat was taken with people left to stand in the back. The choir was at least a hundred strong. Behind the pulpit was a full theatrical stage, complete with lighting and microphones. This was nothing to sneeze at. Every major Christian holiday was a cause to put on something big. The congregation ate it up, gave all they had - sometimes quite literally, more than one member losing their possessions because of donating to the place - and came back for more. This particular church had passed from someplace holy to someplace that catered to the commercial wants of the mob that claimed the religion. They all loved the fire and brimstone preacher that made his home at the pulpit and worked them all into a frenzy. I personally hated it.

My idea of a real church had always been a place where faith could live. Faith of any kind. A place like this was nothing more than a mini-mall with a Christian face. Nothing with much heart could live in it. A true place of worship, where there was room for acceptance, was usually smaller. A handful of people that regularly attended, or none but one or two.

Even so, it was supposed to be some sort of honor to be picked to go on stage during one of their theatrical fiascos. Even if all I had to do was sit and look pretty.

I looked dubiously at the seat they had rigged for me. It was sturdy, they had made sure of that, but it was little more than a bicycle seat on the edge of the manger’s roof. Sitting on it without Zack’s rigging was difficult enough. Being unable to forget about both my cunt and ass being stuffed full while in front of all of these people while sitting on something that would push both toys deeper would be impossible. The call for places came from down below, and I had no choice. I carefully settled down and got as comfortable as I could. Pre-recorded Christmas music came blaring from the multiple speakers both inside and outside the building. There was a sudden lull in conversation. I couldn’t hear it, but I was sure people were in a hurry to find seating. Finally the music died down.

“Welcome, brothers and sisters, children of the one Lord!” a voice boomed through the speakers. “It warms my heart to see you all here tonight.” There was a moment’s pause. “I’d like to begin with some of the old favorites. Let’s all sing together.”

The tinny music was piped through the speakers again. Song after song it came. Silent Night, O Come All Ye Faithful, Go Tell It on the Mountain, Angels We Have Heard On High… For nearly an hour the congregation sang. I have to admit that I was humming along with them most of the time. Every once in a while I would have to shift in my seat. Whenever I did the weights would swing, and the toys that filled me would shift and hit a different spot. It took my breath away each time.

Finally the curtains opened on the stage. The lights slowly came up. I was still left in darkness. It wasn’t time for the angel to appear. I had seen the whole thing during rehearsals, but had missed the one in full dress, so I leaned forward to peer down at the others on stage. It became immediately apparent that had been a mistake. The forward motion had pushed the leather strap against my clit. The dildo and butt plug squeezed toward each other, the dildo pushed further in, and the breast decorations swung forward with a sudden jerk. I froze. Even perfectly still there was no relief from the sensations.

There were live animals in the manger. Every time one would bump the structure it would shudder and sway. The seat swayed with each motion. That caused the weights to swing and tug at my tender nipples. The seat pushed against the leather strap, which pushed the thick intrusions into my body in a gentle rocking motion. I could feel a pressure slowly start to build deep in my gut. It went against all my instincts and I tried to sit back, but one of the animals pushed hard against the wall. If I had moved I would have fallen into the middle of the actors.

The best I could do was settle in, just as I was, and hope that I could keep quiet until this thing was over. Usually I could keep a fair control over myself if there was enough pressure. A few thousand people was plenty of pressure. I couldn’t help but think that if the preacher hurried it might help. It looked to be a long wait for that to happen. I’d been up there at least an hour and a half, and he was just getting warmed up. The plan had been to follow the Christmas story from start to finish. The problem was the preacher had a tendency to blather on and go off on tangents. They had started a good bit of time ago and he was just getting to their coming to the inn. There was still their rejection, then finding the manger, then the birth itself.

One of the beasts knocked the manger’s wall again. The seat shivered. The leather rubbed hard against my clit, the toys shook deep inside, and the weights bounced and jiggled. I threw my head back and moaned softly.

Susan had meant that to sound discouraging, but Peter smiled warmly, and a minute later, Kate, Ken and the rest of the gang were shedding their robes and passing out glasses of merlot. Susan made absolutely sure that Ken sat down “between” her and Luke this time.

* * *

This group can really put away the wine, Susan thought. She seemed to recall her mother warning her about this kind of behavior when she’d sent her off to college. But as much as Susan wanted to rebel against parental authority, she nursed a single glass for as long as she could.

Ken was explaining about the Amarone grape, how it’s dried on straw mats before being crushed, giving it a particularly robust character. Luke talked about their football team, a delicate topic since they finished the season two-and-nine. Fawn, sitting next to Susan, just listened, as usual. But she was doing a fair job of keeping up the boys when it came to downing the wine. Susan wondered if that might help her overcome her shyness.

“How long have you known Luke?” Susan asked.

Fawn seemed surprised at the question, as if she couldn’t imagine why anyone would want to know anything about her. “Just … let’s see, two weeks?”

“Really? And you decided to go on a ski trip with him?”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t have anything else planned for the winter break. I was pretty bummed about that. So it worked out, I guess. How long have you known Ken?”

Susan laughed. “Not much longer, actually.”

Fawn looked over at Ken, her eyes almost glowing. “He seems so … so …”

Susan smiled. “Yes. I know exactly what you mean.”

* * *

Susan pulled herself out of the tub, hardly thinking about it. She was definitely feeling more relaxed about being … casual with this group. Still, when everybody drifted into the living room still wearing their robes, Susan went upstairs to change. She thought about what to wear and finally decided on the usual – panties and an oversized t-shirt.

Walking downstairs a few minutes later, she could see everyone else lounging in the living room. A couch and a love seat faced each other across a coffee table. Luke and Fawn cuddled on the love seat, Kate and Peter at one end of the couch. Ken, the perfect host as always, was filling everyone’s wine glasses and laughing at something Kate had just said. Susan hesitated for a second then sat down on the couch next to Kate who, she noticed, had changed into her pajamas. Susan looked around, wondering what was going to happen next”. If anyone suggests spin the bottle or strip poker”, she thought, “I am soooo out of here” …

But no one said anything. Ken put on some music – trip-hop with a bass thump that practically demanded to be danced to. Kate was on her feet right away, grabbing Peter by the hand and dragging him behind her.

Kate was fun to watch. She danced with such innocent abandon. There was a pure joy in her gyrations, whatever they might lack in grace or technique. Susan always felt self-conscious when she danced – just another facet of her overall repression, she decided. She really needed to get over it. And she nodded resolutely to herself: “I’m going to have a good time tonight”. She stood up just as her intuition sent up a red flag. She looked over toward Luke and, sure enough, he was eyeing her critically. She certainly didn’t want to dance with him, so she took the initiative and walked over to Ken. He was still fiddling with the equalizer, so she put her arms around him from behind. She nuzzled his ear with her lips.

“Dance with me,” she whispered.

Ken turned, a hint of a smile at the corners of his lips. “It would be my pleasure.”

He took her hand gravely and led her to the center of the room. Unlike Kate and Peter, who were moving energetically but rarely touching, Ken put his hand on her waist and held her close. He knew all the social graces, Susan thought. He made everything seem so simple, so effortless. “I’m lucky to have him”.

“Let’s go upstairs,” she cooed in his ear after a decent interval.

“I’d love to, but I can’t leave my guests.”

“They’re big boys and girls. They can take care of themselves.”

He sighed, obviously struggling. “Let’s just give it a few more minutes.” He grinned at her. “We could, ah, sit on the couch.”

She grinned back. “Okay.”

She almost tore his arm out of its socket dragging him back to the couch. He landed awkwardly on top of her, and she poked him playfully in the ribs.

“Kinda klutzy, huh? That’s what happens when you hang around me too much. All that style of yours, poof, out the window.”

He shifted around, still mostly on top of her, until he could look into her eyes. Her t-shirt had ridden up her legs, and Ken put his hand on her thigh. He slid his fingers upward until they were on her hip. Susan looked around quickly. Was anybody else watching? No. Peter and Kate were still dancing – well, it was more like Kate was hanging onto him, laughing drunkenly. And Luke and Fawn, tangled up on the love seat across from them, were already a couple steps ahead of everyone else in the public-display-of-affection department.

What the hell, Susan thought. Why wait? She wriggled her hips a little to encourage his explorations and turned her face towards his until she found his lips. There was something almost unbearably soft in Ken’s kisses, as if she might sink so deeply into his embrace that she could never escape. She’d been reluctant before, afraid of losing control, but she welcomed it tonight. She tickled his tongue with hers, nibbled at his lower lip. Her hand went under his robe and found his chest, toyed with his nipples. His hand kept busy too, stroking along her inner thigh, brushing her mound and her pussy lips through the fabric of her panties.

Susan’s t-shirt was up around her waist, completely exposing her legs. But Ken’s body blocked everyone’s view, more or less. And it wasn’t as if they were paying attention anyway. She really wanted to feel his cock. It was stupid and adolescent, but she’d been thinking about it all evening. She reached down, but the critical area was pressing against her thigh and she couldn’t quite get to it. Finally, Ken figured out what she was up to and lifted himself a little to make it easier. She had to loosen his robe, and her efforts grew more and more frantic. It was another frustrating few seconds before she finally had his very hard shaft in her hand. She ran her thumb along the ridge at the base of the head. She loved that part, so fragile and silky, and she just had to barely touch it to hear him gasp and jerk his hips upwards. Anyone watching them could guess what she was doing from his reactions. That excited her, she realized with some surprise. She felt the tell-tale drip of moisture along her inner thigh and the flush spreading at the base of her neck. She just held him for a moment, feeling the blood-pulse beneath his flesh, deep and steady. She saw muscles pull tight on his face and a bead of sweat form in the little space between his eyebrows.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he whispered. “Are you sure you want to do this here?”

She gave him a small nod, trying to make it confident. It wasn’t exactly how she felt. She leaned towards him until she could find his lips again, and Ken laid his hand on the front of her panties, his thumb pushing the fabric into the crevice between her lips. She was already wet down there, and the cotton rubbed against her folds with a smooth, sticky lubricity. His fingers sawed up and down, pushing in harder, deepening her arousal with every stroke. Thick pre-cum was leaking from his cock and she scooped it up with a finger and swirled it around the tip. Ken put his other hand under her shirt, slipping it over her stomach until he could cup one breast. She leaned into him, to heighten the contact, flattening her stiff nipple against his palm.

An excited voice slashed through her reverie. “… over here.” Then it was closer. “Come “on”,” followed by a heavy thump right next to her. Susan turned away from Ken to find Kate sprawled beside her, pulling on Peter’s arm. After a moment of teetering indecision he landed on the couch at the far end. The couch was big, but not that big. Kate’s shoulder rested against Susan’s and, as Peter rearranged himself, Kate’s upper body threatened to end up on Susan’s lap. Just then, Ken took Susan’s nipple and rolled it lightly between his fingers. She felt paralyzed. She looked down and saw Kate, lying on her back now, looking up at her with a blissful smile and a conspiratorial wink. Peter’s hands were everywhere (although still outside her P.J.’s thank god) – stroking her breasts and her thighs, tickling her exposed stomach. Susan glanced at Peter for a moment and found him staring back at her. His look was a challenge, hard and unforgiving. Susan felt a little frightened, but she couldn’t seem to avert her eyes.

Fortunately, Kate solved the problem by pulling Peter down until he was lying on top of her, almost horizontal. Kate reached inside his robe. Susan could see one hand running over his butt and the other tracing the muscles of his back. Unconsciously, Susan gave Ken’s cock a small squeeze. Ken groaned softly, and his finger began to work its way beneath the hem of Susan’s panties, finally pulling them impatiently to one side. Susan turned her hips towards him a little and spread her legs wider. She wanted his fingers inside her “now”, she wanted his thumb pushing her hood aside to reveal the hard nub of her clit, she wanted to cum with her hips thrusting up against his hand until it glistened from his wrist to his fingertips with her excitement.

She looked quickly over her shoulder at Peter. He and Kate were kissing hungrily. But if he were to look up … with Susan’s t-shirt up around her hips, her pussy would be completely visible. The thought made her breathe harder. Peter would be able to watch Ken’s fingers stroke her lips, forcing them apart to reveal her moist pink recesses. Peter was close, only a foot or two away, close enough to smell her excitement. Was that what she wanted? For Peter to watch while Ken touched her? The thought made her dizzy, disoriented. She felt like she didn’t know who she was anymore, didn’t recognize the girl who inhabited her body.

Ken’s fingers sank deeper into her and all her doubts dissolved. Her eyelids fluttered and she settled bonelessly into the couch. Kate’s hair lay strewn carelessly across Susan’s bare thigh, and she reached down to stroke it idly. Something made her look towards Luke and Fawn, still sitting in the love seat a few feet away. Susan made a small startled sound when she realized what they were doing. She had thought that she was immune, that nothing could surprise her anymore. But Luke’s robe was open, completely open, his legs, hairy and thick with muscle, were bare, and his cock stood up like a cudgel, blood red and menacing. She glanced at his face, and for once it wasn’t grinning back at her. He was looking at Fawn. He had one arm around her shoulder, and he was coaxing her lower. She hesitated, glancing around the room as Luke’s hand moved her head irresistibly towards his crotch. Susan tried to catch Fawn’s eye, to tell her that she didn’t have to. But it was too late. Fawn was looking down at Luke’s cock, and her tongue flicked across her lips. Her mouth opened, opened wide, and she began to swallow the blunt head. Susan stiffened as more and more of his cock disappeared into her mouth. She forced herself to away from Fawn and Luke only to see Kate pushing off Peter’s robe until he was completely naked, his muscular back and lean butt exposed.

“Not again,” she thought. I don’t have to”. “I don’t have to watch them.

She turned back towards Ken. His hand continued its gentle explorations. But he was looking at Kate and Peter, drinking in the sight of their bodies grinding together. “I don’t have to watch them”, she thought again. Susan closed her eyes and nuzzled Ken’s ear. With his body leaning on hers and Kate’s head lying across her thigh, she really couldn’t get up. And Ken’s hand, the feel of it stroking her over-heated flesh, she didn’t want that to stop. Kate’s hair was warm and soft. Susan played with it a little, letting the strands slide through her fingers.

A grunt from Luke snapped her eyes back open. Fawn was licking along the length of Luke’s shaft, its tip quivering with each stroke of her tongue. He was sprawled back in the love seat now, his arms along the back of the cushions. The scene in the living room had settled into a sort of a tableau, repeated in an endless wet rhythm.

Peter disturbed the equilibrium by undoing several buttons of Kate’s pajama top, exposing the inner swells of her breasts. The bottoms had shifted as well, riding down over her hips and exposing the top of her pubic mound. Peter’s eyes raked her from head to toe – and then he glanced at Susan, too quickly for her to guess his purpose. Was it a rebuke? Or was he asking her permission? She met his eyes uncertainly, just as he seemed to be making up his mind. He grabbed the waistband of her bottoms. Kate lifted her hips and off they came. She was naked underneath, her legs long and pale beneath the generous swell of her hips; and her pussy, the smooth lips obviously swollen and damp with excitement, even with her legs together. Susan had never seen another woman like this. It seemed too personal, too private. She felt herself flush, and once again she tried to turn away. But she got it now, why guys wanted this.

Peter kneeled between Kate’s thighs, hunched up at the far end of the couch. Kate shifted back a little to give him more room, so that her head now lay fully on Susan thigh. And, with that, Susan knew she was committed. She was a part of the scene, part of a silent agreement to share their intimacies. She wasn’t hiding in the shadows this time or pretending to be asleep. But she didn’t feel ashamed or uncertain. She was deeply aroused, barely in control of her own thoughts, the pressure at her center leaving her faint and breathless. She lifted her hips as best she could to nudge Ken’s fingers deeper into her pussy.

Peter’s head disappeared between Kate’s legs, and he began to kiss the smooth skin of her inner thighs. Kate closed her eyes serenely and parted her lips. Peter took his time, as he always did, tracing a path up one thigh and across her stomach with his tongue, tickling her belly button. Kate drew in her breath as he nuzzled her pussy lips for the first time. And Susan felt the sudden need to touch Ken again. As she started to reach for him, he undid his robe, which left him bare from the waist down, like Luke. Actually, everyone except for Fawn was in pretty much the same state, Susan realized. She brushed the fine, fair hair on the tops of Ken’s thighs and played with his pubic hair, so much curlier than everywhere else. She dragged a fingertip along the vein that ran up the underside of his shaft. He was harder than she’d ever seen him. But even so, her eyes kept straying back to Peter. His hands were pushing Kate’s thighs further apart, his thumbs spreading her outer lips.

Ken slid a little forward to give Susan better access to his cock. She admired his openness. Sex was something that interested and excited him, like history or thermodynamics, like French wine or renaissance music. He watched as Peter’s tongue swirled around Kate’s clit as raptly he might watch an opera or a World Series game.

A moment later, Kate’s body began to react violently to Peter’s attentions. She gripped the couch cushions and her hips bucked. Her mouth was wide open now and she made small reedy cries. Her back arched, stretching her pajama top across her breasts, nipples hard and pushing at the thin cotton that barely covered them. Ken was whispering in Susan’s ear, but she couldn’t focus long enough to make out what he was saying.

“”Susan”.”

She forced herself to blink, to hear what he was saying.

“Susan, unbutton her top.”

His voice was the seductive, polished one she remembered from their first night together. It was a voice that frightened her, even as it caressed her more surely than his hands or his lips.

“Go ahead,” he murmured. “She won’t mind.”

She looked at Kate. Only three buttons held her top together at this point. Susan could reach all of them easily. Her hand moved up without any conscious effort, without her ever really deciding to move it. But she hesitated at the last moment.

“Go on,” Ken whispered.

Susan bit her lower lip. She put her hand on the edge of the fabric where it separated below Kate’s neck. Kate inhaled and the top was taut again. The smallest motion of Susan’s fingers and the top button popped free. More of Kate’s cleavage emerged, all of the voluptuous inner curves and the dark edges of her aureoles. Susan reached for the next button and released it. The top was open almost to Kate’s waist. The last button looked ridiculous, uncomfortable. Susan had to lean over a little to get at it. She held it between her fingers for a moment, just held it. Then she pushed the button through its hole and the two halves of Kate’s top came apart. Her breasts seemed to quiver, sensing their freedom. They looked so soft, so inviting. There were little bumps around the edges of her aureoles, right before they rose to form stiff round nipples, heightening the contrast with the creamy skin around them.

“Touch her,” Ken urged.

His words hung in the air. Susan’s hand was still close enough to Kate’s chest to sense the heat steaming off of her skin. She turned towards Ken and gave him a slow grin.

“Are you trying to corrupt me?”

That earned her a raised eyebrow and a sly Mr. Smooth smile. “Absolutely. Is it working?”

Susan turned back towards Kate without answering. She shifted around a little until the angle was right, until she could lean over and touch one breast with her tongue. She kissed the dark nipple then squeezed it gently between her lips. Kate sighed, lost somewhere, her eyes still closed. Her skin felt so alive, responding so openly to Susan’s touch. She envied Kate that: no guilt or uncertainties, no repressed feelings. Just pleasure. But something intruded at the periphery of her vision. She turned her head a little. Peter was watching her, his expression unreadable. His tongue was still buried in Kate’s pussy, but his eyes looked up over the soft mound into Susan’s. Was he disappointed in her, or was he only surprised? Did it excite him? Shock him? The held each other’s eyes for only a second, and Susan sat up. It felt nice, touching Kate like that. But it was just too complicated.

The loss of contact roused Kate from her trance. She opened her eyes and looked mistily at Peter.

“”Come on”,” she said. And there was no refusing her.

Peter’s eyes turned helpless and bewildered. Susan sighed, recognizing that look. He would do whatever Kate wanted. And both he and Susan knew what that was. Peter crawled forward until he could prop himself up on his elbows. His face was only a foot or so away from Susan’s, but he was only seeing Kate now. His powerful shoulders tensed, and Susan recognized that as what his body did in the moment before penetrating Kate. She turned away, appalled at herself for knowing something like that, something Peter probably didn’t even realize himself; but the first thing she saw didn’t help at all. It was Luke’s face, oddly slack, his hand lying idly on Fawn’s head. She was wiping liquid off her cheek and lips. “Oh, god”, Susan thought, realizing what it was. At least “that” didn’t excite her – very much the contrary. She was disgusted and embarrassed for Fawn, although the object of her sympathy seemed indifferent, as if she’d just been a bit clumsy at breakfast. No, it was only Peter she enjoyed watching, couldn’t stop watching. Only him.