Open Marriage Open House (2 page)

“I mean,” she continued, “I haven’t told
Charles about these things. I don’t know if I should!”

“Well, I’m not meaning to get in the middle
of your marriage,” he replied, “just like I know you’re not trying
to drive a wedge into mine. I find it better if there’s things
Sally just doesn’t know, for the sake of our harmony.”

“I know. And I’m not trying to run off with
you,” she said.

“Nor I with you.”

“But it feels so ...”

“So damn good,” he grinned.

“Yeah!” she leaned forward, whispering. “It
feels really fucking good!”

“You know what’d feel even better?” his voice
drew her even closer with interest.

“What?”

He reached into his back pocket, withdrew a
business card, opened her hand, and curled her fingers around it.
“Seo Spa,” he explained. “I send Sally there all the time. Figured
it was time for you to pay a visit, too. Do you have time this
afternoon?”

“I ... um ... I have a client meeting, but
maybe after that?”

“Why don’t you see if you can fit it in this
afternoon? I’ve put together a menu of services for you.” He
smiled, irresistibly, and she couldn’t help but join in.

“Oh Jack ... thank you! So much. But, if I’m
going to make it, I’ve got to be on my way.” She stood, and he was
on his feet to walk her to her car. As she picked up the bag, she
glimpsed Ryan, working the espresso machine behind the counter,
beaming at her through the window. She shot him a wink and headed
for the parking lot.

When they reached her car, she unlocked the
door and turned to hug Jack goodbye. She draped her soft body fully
against him, and he pulled her close, breathing in the scent of her
midnight hair. The moment when the embrace should end passed, and
neither released the other.

“Why aren’t we lovers?” he asked, without
letting go.

“I don’t know,” she answered, truthfully.

“I think we might be good at it.”

“I know we would ...” she giggled. “But
things can get so messy.”

“Maybe we can find a way to keep it ...
clean?”

“Well, where’s the fun in that?” She squirmed
her silk-clad mound against his thigh, and then pushed away.
“Goodbye, Jack.”

“See you soon,” he smiled. “And ... hope you
enjoy the gift!”

THREE

Eloria bathed in a delicious combination of
relaxation and arousal as she drove home from the afternoon spa
appointment Jack had booked for her. The tranquility she attributed
to the massage and facial, but that sensation paled each time she
moved, when her freshly-waxed labia slid along the silk of the red
panties he had given her. Her first Brazilian, it was a new feeling
altogether, leaving her exposed and hyper-aware of her baby-smooth,
hairless pussy.

“Hi Mom!” yelled Gabriel upon her arrival
home. Eloria ruffled his thick, curly hair as he passed her in the
entryway before heading upstairs to his room. She dropped her
briefcase by the door and found Charles in his home office.

“Have a good day?” he asked, looking up
briefly from his computer monitor. “My god ...” he took a second
look. “You look absolutely delicious! There’s something ...”

“Jack,” she said. “I had coffee with Jack.”
Charles’s hands moved from the keyboard. “And he ... he gave me an
afternoon spa treatment ...”

“Did he?” Charles cocked one eyebrow
northward. “It’s gifts now then, is it?”

“Maybe ...” she said, feeling a blush crawl
over her honey skin.

“And that ... well, that’s a pretty familiar
gift ...”

“You don’t know the half of it,” she
grinned.

He sat forward, projecting interest, but not
anger. “Oh? Share?”

She stepped around to his side of the desk,
pinched the sides of her skirt, and slowly slid it over her curving
thighs, revealing the red panties.

“Underwear?” Charles gasped, wide-eyed. “He
bought you ... underwear?”

She nodded.

“Whoa ... that’s, that’s ...
hot
,
that’s what it is.” He stared at her luscious bikini-line. “He must
really want you ...”

She bit a lip. “That’s not all he bought
me.”

His eyes met hers, wondering, and then came
back to her hipline as she snaked a finger under the red silk and
pulled it to one side, revealing the delicious, smooth, bare labia
beneath.

Charles gripped the arms of his chair hard.
“Ho-ly shit ...” he breathed.

All at once, he was on his feet, grabbing her
hard by the wrist. With a gasp, she let the panties snap back over
her bare pussy, and let the skirt fall again over her hips.

He gave a shout that made her jump.
“Gabriel!”

“Yes, dad?” chirped the boy, poking his head
out of his upstairs room.

“Wanna watch a TV show downstairs?”

“Yeah!” responded the boy, passing the couple
on the stairs as he thundered down to the living room. Charles
continued leading Eloria upstairs to the bedroom by the hard grip
on her wrist, and shot her a look that was pure animal. She knew it
wasn’t anger he was feeling; but something else entirely.

~~

Though their sex was frequent and warmly
delicious, it had been a long time since she’d been taken by
Charles with such greedy ferocity. Afterward, she basked in the
afterglow, panting, nude, uncovered, her delicious ass and thighs
spread against the sheets, air caressing her exposed pussy,
listening to the TV rumble a little too loudly from downstairs.
Charles lie beside her, arms hooked over his head, looking dreamily
toward the ceiling.

“He really wants you, doesn’t he?” Charles
broke the silence.

“Yeah,” Eloria answered simply, not moving.
“He does.”

“And you? You like being a wanted woman?”

“Yeah,” she said, a smile creeping into her
answer. “I do.”

“You know what, then? I think you should fuck
him.”

“Really?” She turned her head to face him. He
continued staring languidly at the ceiling, with a hint of a grin
lighting his face.

“Yeah, I do. I think it’d be really sexy. If
you think you’d like it,” he turned toward her, “then I think I
should let you.”

A broad smile spread across her face.

“Tell me,” he locked her with wolf’s eyes.
“Do you want to fuck him?”

“Yes,” she answered.

“Tell me.”

“I want to ...”

“Want to what? Say it, say it all.”

“I want to
fuck
him,” she breathed,
biting into the operative word, slithering her hips without
thinking.

He smiled silently for a moment.

“Okay then,” he continued. “Two rules: First,
I don’t want to know about it when it’s happening. I just want to
benefit from it when it’s over. That work?”

“Yes ...”

“And second ... a bit of a challenge for you.
Remember that little fantasy we were playing with the other night,
about you with an older man, and also a younger man?”

“Mmm-hmm,” she smiled, with another wag of
the hip.

“I want you to make that real, too. You can
fuck Jack. He can be your experienced, older boyfriend, enchanted
by you, buying you gifts ...” His eyes took a slow tour of her
hairless, silky-soft pussy mound he’d so recently enjoyed. “But, as
part of the deal, you’ve gotta find a young man to fuck, too. And
you’ve gotta take both of them on the same day.”

“But ...” she stammered, rolling onto her
tummy, kicking her heels into the air above her round ass. “I
haven’t even ... I don’t even know anyone ... or how to get a
younger man to ...”

“Baby,” he smiled. “I was a young guy once,
too. All it takes is a stiff breeze to get their attention. I think
you can figure something out.”

She thought for a moment. “Okay. Challenge
accepted.”

He grinned at her.

“Charles,” she added. “Thank you.
Thank
you.”

“Yeah, just don’t forget who you belong to,”
he said, offering her the haven of his arms.

“Never.” She folded into his chest, cuddling
against him in the fading light.

~~

After the next day’s lunches, school
chauffeuring and client meeting obligations had been dispatched,
Eloria sat in her car in the Beehive Coffee parking lot, reading
and re-reading what she’d typed on her phone.

9 Arroyo Mojado, tomorrow, 10AM. Open House.
Something there you’ll like to see.

She swallowed, and hit
Send
.

“In for a dime, in for a dollar,” she said to
herself, undid the top button of her blouse, and stepped from the
car. She walked inside.

“Hey, Miss Eloria,” smiled Ryan from behind
the register.

“Cappuccino. Wet,” she ordered, elbows on the
counter, presenting her luscious cleavage to the young man. “To
go.” He stood rapt.

“My cappuccino, Ryan,” she repeated. He
sprung into action, and turned to work the machine.

The phone in her bag twinkled. Heart
fluttering, she took a peek.

I’ll be there
, came the response from
Jack.

She stifled a blushing smile and replaced the
phone in her bag as Ryan returned with a steaming paper cup.
“That’ll be three dollars.”

She reached for her wallet. “Are you working
tomorrow, Ryan?”

“No ...” he answered.

“Big plans?”

“No, Miss Eloria.”

He ran her debit card, and she made sure to
graze the skin of his smooth, young hand as he gave her the receipt
and pen. She tipped two dollars, signed the receipt, flipped it
over, and wrote on the back:

9 Arroyo Mojado, 1PM

She slid the paper across the counter,
looking him in the eye. Then, she took her coffee, turned, and
walked from the coffee shop, decidedly wagging her generous ass,
and feeling the delicious air caress her bare, hungry pussy.

FOUR

In the morning, Eloria arrived at the lush
estate and confidently parked in the empty driveway. After checking
the house for occupants and finding none, she slipped back to the
front yard, pulled the
Open House
rider from the sign, and
took it inside, placing it along with her briefcase on the foyer
table.
Closed ... for a private event
, she thought to
herself.

Will he ... they ... come?
she
wondered, and then blushed and giggled. No, she hadn’t meant it
like that ...
Is the plan just too crazy?

She toured the sumptuously proportioned
foyer, formal living, dining and kitchen, her footsteps echoing on
the marble flooring. The staging company had done a perfect job
distributing the handful of furniture the De La Rosas had left
behind, creating scenes to imply how the home might feel when lived
in by a cultured family and, importantly, seen by guests.

She made her way up the curving foyer
staircase and paused at the top to slip her shoes off and do
something she’d longed to when touring the house with the De La
Rosas weeks earlier — dip her bare feet into the lush, deep-pile
carpeting that pillowed the upstairs floors. With warmth and
softness greeting each step, she padded from bedroom to bedroom,
noting the minimal and artfully arranged furnishings.

The children’s beds had been left behind,
since they were off at college or starting their lives as young
adults, so their furniture wasn’t immediately needed at the new
house. Since the kids were older, and, well, because the De La
Rosas were loaded, each bed was large, lush, and rivaled those of
most married couples. In fact, the De La Rosas had taken one with
them to Denver to sleep on themselves until their house was sold
and the remaining furniture was sent.

Eloria used both hands to push wide the
double doors to the palatial master bedroom, and found it flooded
with natural light from the wall of windows leading out to the deep
balcony, giving the room a warm glow but shielding the windows for
complete privacy. Another set of double-doors led to the richly
appointed en suite his-and-hers bath and closet/dressing area,
easily occupying more space than her living room and kitchen
combined at home. A fireplace pierced the wall to the bathroom;
when lit, it would afford firelight to the bathroom, just above the
two-person, deep jetted tub, and the bedroom as well.

Centered on the bedroom’s back wall was the
sumptuous bed Eloria had admired when she toured the house with the
De La Rosas. It was surprisingly small in its queen proportions, a
notable departure from the king bed she typically saw in homes like
these. But it belied a richer insight about the De La Rosas — that
they desired to be close at night. She remembered his square jaw
and commanding presence, and her magnetic, cat-like bearing.
What a sight they must be in this bed!
she thought with a
smile.

She approached the bed, with its tall,
antique headboard, and found its extra-deep mattress came nearly to
her hips. She pushed aside a few of the many pillows and turned
down a corner of the duvet, gliding a palm along sheets that felt
like warm, smooth skin. She pressed, and the pillowy top welcomed
her hand, leaving a fading print when she pulled away, heart
thumping, at the sound of the doorbell echoing in the lower
halls.

Holy hell
, she thought.
He’s come.
He’s really here!

She made it to the stair landing in time to
see the door swing open and Jack step into the foyer. He
immediately fixed her with his sharp eyes, and gave her the
white-toothed grin that always made her shudder. But this time,
there was a taste of animal in his curled lips and piercing
gaze.

He shut the door, threw the deadbolt, and
made his way up the stairs, never taking his eyes from her.

“Howdy, stranger,” she said, trying to mask
her fluttering nervousness through light conversation. “Have any
trouble finding the place?”

He reached the halfway point on the stairs,
keeping her transfixed with his eyes. No response.

“I know it’s a bit of a spaghetti-bowl out
there, with all the streets named after arroyos ...” she
continued.