Open Marriage Open House (3 page)

The last step raised his head above hers. His
arm fastened around her waist, pulling her hips hard to his. She
gasped, fell silent, and felt the her knees yield, giving control
of her body to his insistent arm. She placed hands on his lean
chest, and, eyes locked, he leaned into her.

She closed her eyes as the kiss spread warmth
over her lips, down her jaw and neck, into her chest. It deepened
and lengthened, flowing in waves across her hungry mouth, until her
breath came in hitches and she had to turn away, gasping. She
opened her eyes to find him watching her with a wolfish grin.

“I ... I ...” she started.

He put hands on her hips and gently steered
her backward, never losing touch with her with his eyes.

“I ...”

He brought a finger to his lips and continued
to direct her across the soft carpet, though the double doors to
the master suite. He took a moment to close the doors behind them,
and continuing under the momentum he had established for her, she
kept stepping backward toward the bed. The doors, now fully closed,
made the room theirs and theirs alone, free to do with what they
would. He turned to face her.

“Stop,” he commanded. She froze.

He approached her, made his way behind her,
took her shoulders in his hands, and sent fire down the sides of
her neck in a rain of soft, breathy kisses. Open-mouthed, she
breathed hard, chest hitching. His hands slid from her shoulders,
across her silk blouse, to trace fingertip lines across both
breasts. She caught and held her breath, freezing statue-still, as
his fingers flowed as paintbrushes over the tightening flesh of her
breasts.

His middle fingers skillfully located the
pulsing peak of each breast and swirled, while his other fingers
pressed into the plumping flesh. Eloria’s breath came again, this
time in uncontrolled gasps, that brought with them a musical sigh.
She reached back to grab the sides of his hips, the tops of his
lean thighs, and then the lengthening mound of his cock within his
jeans.

Roughly, he grabbed her hips, pulling her
ripe ass to him. Her hands being displaced, she reached upward to
grip his head, which was delivering an unrelenting rain of kisses
to her neck. With her arms raised, he wove his fingers into the
tail of her blouse and, in one motion, slipped it over her
head.

Then, his hand was between her shoulder
blades, pushing her forward to the bed, while keeping her hips
locked tight against him. The hand flowed down the center of her
back, bringing joyful pinpricks everywhere it touched, and, without
stopping, hooked the zipper of her skirt and let it free. He took a
handful of her hair and firmly pulled her head back, keeping her
bent over at the waist while she felt the fabric of her skirt slide
over her hips, down her thighs and to the floor, leaving her
exposed in her bra and panties, while the cooling fall air, and his
eyes, glided over her near-bare form.

His hand on her shoulder told her to stand,
and he turned her and once again stepped behind her, between her
and the bed. He kept a hand on her shoulder, the gesture telling
her not to move, while the other flipped the duvet from the bed,
exposing the luxurious sheets. With a deft slip of his fingers, the
clasp of her bra was undone, leaving the feathery garment to fall
from her shoulders.

He stepped before her, eye to eye, and with a
firm but light grip on her hips, guided her two steps backward
until her ass touched the tall bedtop. Then his fingers hardened,
lifting her up onto the mattress, guiding her back down into the
bath-like softness of the bedtop. She felt it welcome her back, her
full ass and thighs, and her head sunk into a sumptuous pillow,
spilling her hair and arms in a frame about her flushed face.

Now Jack stepped back, and, for the first
time, let his gaze fall from her face to glide over her
caramel-skinned body. He may as well have been touching her with
his hands, because she could feel every place his eyes lit upon
her. Her bare sex plumped against the red silk panties he had given
her.

“My god,” he breathed. “So beautiful ...”

With a fluid gesture, he slipped his
ubiquitous black tee over his head, revealing wizened skin pulled
tight over a lean musculature, his chest dappled with flecks of
hair the same white as that on his head. His jeans stayed locked
tight under his broad, buckled belt, but she could see from the
bump just beneath what she was doing to him.

“Let’s see if you took me up on my latest
gift,” he said, perching on the edge of the bed and reaching to
slip off her silky panties. He could surely see the wetness working
its way through the garment as he pulled it from her.

A beastlike growl emanated from low in his
throat as Eloria’s silky, hairless pussy was exposed from the fine
fabric. Lithely, he hooked a hip and thigh with his shoulder and
swung onto the bed, cheeks pillowed against the inside of Eloria’s
legs.

With hands full of the plump sides of her
hips, a light pull and broadening of his shoulders caused her legs
to fall to the sides, exposing her aching sex to his full view.

“So, so beautiful ...” he breathed again, a
deeply earnest furrow creasing his brow. Then she saw his face dip,
and his tongue touched ... she gasped ...

... right ... exactly ... on the peak of her
already erect clit. Touched, feather-touched, flicked ... an
audible gasp leapt from Eloria’s wide-open mouth.

He teased her with the lightest tongue
touches for aching minutes, while moans began to escape freely from
her lips. Then, down came his mouth, lips burrowing into the
incredible softness of her ripe, hairless pussy mound. He sucked,
captivating her rigid clit between warm, soft, pulling lips ...

... and then his tongue. Oh god, his tongue
... beating hard and relentlessly against her hyper-sensitive clit,
sending her soaring into ecstasy. Cries came freely from her now,
and her hands dropped to seize the sheets in rigid fists.

His fingers loosened their grip on her hips,
and he pinned her clenched thighs to the sheets and began to
explore her naked front with his full hands, up and down her
seizing belly, up to her breasts, to caress her stone-hard nipples
under strong fingertips.

Then she felt the rising pleasure tip within
her, sending her careening and out-of-control. “Oh god, oh god ...
I’m gonna ... I’m gonna ...”

His hands left her nipples and glided down to
her sex, where they pressed into the tenderness of her bare pubic
mound. Two fingers pressed just above, in a slow circle she could
feel in the spongy spot inside the front of her clenching pussy. It
was all she could take.

“I’m gonna ... c ... c ... oh god, I’m gonna
...”

She opened her eyes and saw him staring
across her spasming body straight into her eyes. His tongue licked
a crescendoing drumbeat on her rapt clit, and, his eyes never
leaving hers, he gave a soft nod.

“I’m gonna .... oh ... I’m gonna cum ... cum
... oh ... oh .... oh .... NOWWWWWohhhhh!”

Her long howl echoed from the bottom of her
belly as his lips pulled her exploding clit deep into the pressure
of his warm lips, and licked deep, barely moving, firm strokes
across the top. She had never felt anything as completely as this
moment, and her orgasm lingered, pouring in wave after liquid wave,
pulsing into his mouth.

She collapsed, panting, trusting her
hyper-sensitive clit to his motionless, pressing tongue. The
aftershocks continued.

“Oh god ... oh my god ... that was ... that
was SO good ... so good ...”

He stood. She cast barely seeing eyes across
his lean torso, and it set her off again. “Still ... still
cumming,” she gasped as her body seized.

He undid the buckle of his wide, black belt
and let his jeans fall to the floor. With one deft slip, his tight,
black briefs followed, exposing his rock-rigid cock against his
flat, sun-dappled belly. “Oh god,” Eloria gasped at the sight.

Then he was upon her, and all at once, the
cock she’d wanted for many months was buried full-hilt in her
still-spasming pussy. He immediately gathered her in his arms and
lay hard upon her.

Oh god ...
her mind spun out of
control.
I’m cumming in another man’s arms ... on another man’s
cock ... oh god ...

It sent her over again, a rippling climax
seizing against his delicious cock, while she stiffened in his arms
and screamed into his neck.

Then, all at once, he was fucking her with
firm, demanding strokes. She opened her legs wide, gifting her
pussy to this man, while her fingers explored the muscles of his
back and her face clenched in moans of pleasure.

It’s really happening ... oh, so good ... so
good ... cumming in another man’s arms ...

He fucked her right up and over yet another
orgasm, pinning her still so she could contract against his
unyielding dick, drinking in her screams. Then, he began stroking
her anew, maddeningly slowly.

“So beautiful ... so good,” he breathed.
“I’ve wanted you for so, so long ... for so long ....”

The strokes, now meant for the pleasure of
his dick alone, began to increase in frequency and firmness. Though
he was now rapt in his own building climax, she could feel each
stroke through him, and the liquid ecstasy grew again, deep in her
belly.

“Take me ...” cried Eloria. “Take what you
need ... take what you need from me ...”

And he did. All at once, his body went rigid;
her gripping fingers couldn’t find a yielding place in his back to
dig into. She felt his cock rhythmically spasm along the full depth
of her pussy, and a stifled cry escaped his lips as his warm liquid
cum ...
another man’s cum
... poured into her. Orgasm rent
her body one last time, and they fell gasping into the softness of
the bed.

“My god,” she gasped when she had recovered a
bit. “I can’t ... I can’t believe we really did that?”

His warm, white-toothed smile, the one that
had melted her so over these long months of flirting, put her at
ease, and gave her another warm jolt between her legs. He took her
hand and lay still.

“Now, we can’t do this,” she said,
“
all
the time, you know ...”

“I know,” he replied, with honey in his
voice. “Things are complicated, and we want to be respectful. No
reason for anyone to get hurt.”

She smiled back at him, knowing they
understood each other, and that his restraint would ensure more
encounters — if they came to pass — would be on
her
terms.

“But on the other hand,” she continued, “I’m
finding Open Houses to be an ... advantageous strategy.” Her eyes
took a slow sweep around the luxurious bedroom. “I might hold more
of these exclusive events, which could benefit the patient buyer
...”

They lay, bathed in quiet smiles and the warm
light streaming through the balcony window, hand in hand, and
talked about nothing in particular.

FIVE

Eloria continued to lounge in the luscious
bed for a long while after Jack had politely excused himself,
dressed, kissed her deeply, and left. It wasn’t long ‘til she heard
the guttural coughing of an ill-tuned and ancient compact car
entering the driveway, followed by the percussive
thump
of
its door swinging closed.

She rose from the bed and gathered her
clothes, intending to put them on to greet Ryan.
Then again
,
she thought to herself,
in for a dime, in for a dollar
. So,
she pulled on only the red silk panties, draped the rest of her
clothes on the thick reading chair in the bedroom’s corner, and
walked nearly-nude to the top of the stairs.

Ryan
tap-tapped
on the door, knocked a
second time, and then slowly turned the knob to open the massive
portal — certainly worth more than his car — a crack. His slender
head poked in, and took a slow survey of the palatial foyer. “Whoa
...” he breathed.

Then he spied Eloria at the top of the
stairs, artfully draped in her panty-clad glory. “Whoa ...” he
repeated.

“You wanna come inside?” her voice echoed
from above.

He didn’t have to be asked twice, quickly
slipping into the vast entry hall and closing the door behind
him.

“Throw the lock,” she commanded. “Then come
here.” He did as he was told.

“Wow, Miss Eloria,” he chattered as he
mounted the stairs two at a time. “I was wondering if this was what
you had in mind, but I wasn’t sure; you see ...”

She greeted him at the top of the stairs with
a soft finger on his lips. He fell silent. She turned and walked
down the hall toward the bedroom, feeling his eyes watch her
undulating, silk-clad ass. “No shoes upstairs,” she called over her
shoulder.

He quickly stepped out of his ratty Chucks
and followed her to the bedroom.

She turned to face him, midnight hair
spilling over caramel breasts. “Get out of your clothes and on your
back!” she ordered.

“Wha?” queried Ryan.

“Do I look like I’m fucking around?” she
responded, with a drape of her hand down her near-nude form.

He backed toward the bed, pulling his loose
tee over his head, revealing his thin, hard, smooth-skinned torso.
He paused for a moment before her eyes told him to drop his
ridiculously low shorts to the floor, revealing long thighs and a
prominent erection trapped in his boxer-briefs.

“On your back!” she repeated.

He lay on the bed, hands dropping awkwardly
to his sides. Eloria slowly approached the foot of the bed, climbed
aboard on all fours, and slinked like an animal across the bedtop
to cover his body like a canopy. His hands moved to cup her tits,
as if drawn by gravity.

“Hands down!” she commanded, and his
fingertips slapped the bedtop again. She sat up, straddling him,
and put her hands upon her full thighs. He marveled at her honeyed
skin and prominent curves. And then she brought her panty-covered
pussy down, down, until it was in contact with the shaft of his
cock. She rocked back and forth, stroking silk-covered silky pussy
against his rock-solid young man’s cock.