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Colors of the Rainbow Ch. 7
🕑 Added 2023-02-27 18:00:04 +0000 UTCWe didn’t have a repeat the next week. Instead, Kelly and I talked about it and decided to try to take a week off from the craziness. I had some vacation coming up and so did she so we moved it up a little bit and decided to spend a week killing two birds with one stone. An escape vacation just the two of us. No electronics. We booked a nice secluded cabin several miles outside of town and Kelly packed all of her best lingerie and toys as we planned for a wild week of non-stop fucking and the occasional hike.
“This has been terrific, Max,” my wife said, cuddling into my arm as we basked in post-coital bliss. “I needed to reconnect and have some normalcy after all this insanity.”
I kissed her forehead gently and said, “I get it. This can’t have been easy on you.”
“It’s like a weird way of losing your mind… Because… I…” she struggled for the words.
I stroked my thumb across her shoulder, tracing an invisible circle gently across her soft skin, “What? I’m not going to be mad…”
“I know… it’s not that… I just… it’s scary to even say it… but… I’ve enjoyed this,” she said. “A lot.”
“All of it?”
She was silent for a moment before nodding slightly. After that, neither of us could think of anything to say, instead I lay there watching the fan spin on the ceiling, staring at one blade and concentrating on it as if I was making some strange attempt to control the world by controlling that one, single, spinning blade. After a seemingly eternal minute, I asked the question I was fearing. “Is the green still your favorite?”
“What… are you worried that yellow became my new favorite?” she asked with a light, teasing laugh.
“Not the color I’d be most worried about.”
“Oh… you’re worried about the color that made me crave our friends so badly that I needed three cocks at once and led me to have three times the orgasms? Is that the color?”
I scratched nervously at my chest and tried to ignore the fact that her sexy allusions to what had transpired with our friends was having my cock twitch slightly despite the recently finished sex.
“Maybe… I don’t know… yeah… I guess so.”
“Hmmm… I just don’t know, babe… Maybe we need to go to a nice big Christmas party and give it a whirl… would you like that?”
I groaned as her delicate fingers teased along my half hard shaft.
“We do that and I’m gonna invite your sisters over and show you green and yellow together.”
She gasped in mock outrage then shifted on top of me aggressively, “You wouldn’t!”
“Fair trade for you fucking half the office staff,” I said.
“Mmm… Maybe that IS a fair trade,” she said sultrily. Her fingers gripped my cock and, after giving it a quick jerk and deeming it hard enough, slid it into her still dripping cunt. “Yessss,” she whispered as she slowly rode me. “Orange isn’t my new favorite babe… but I have to confess. I think I just like them all now.”
“Fuck… you’re so going to kill me with sex,” I said.
“Maybe don’t show me red too often.”
—
By Wednesday, even we were fucked out. At some point, anyone who’s gone on these romantic getaways with their significant other realizes that you have to spend SOME time outside of the bedroom. We took a quick trip to the local store and, on the way back, managed to get lost. “Just check the GPS,” Kelly said with a laugh. “Are you such a guy you can’t even ask your phone for directions.”
“We said no phones this week,” I told her.
She laughed, “Uhhuh… you know this doesn’t count… this is just looking at a map. Give me your phone,” she said.
“It’s in the glove compartment.”
She rifled through, quickly finding the dormant device. She turned it on, punched in my password and was about to click on the maps app when suddenly an install warning came up.
“What’s this?” she asked, hitting install. The next menu that came up I didn’t quite see, it was just the purple glow out of the corner of my eye that told me what color it even was. “Fucking swirlies,” she said. Her tone was much more level than previous times this had happened. Maybe she was getting used to this?
“Kel, you okay?”
“Of course I am,” she said with a tone of derision I’d not heard from her recently… or maybe ever.
“Are you angry with me about something?”
“God you’re so fucking stupid, aren’t you?”
My head whipped around quick enough that I’m lucky I didn’t wrench my neck. Kelley had never spoken to me that way before. “What’s that for?”
“God… I’m so sick of this bullshit…,” she said, turning to me and then speaking in a high pitched, mocking tone, ”Kelly are you okay? Kelly are you happy? Kelly which color is your favorite? No I’m not okay… my mind is being fucked and my husband just seems to want to get his rocks off. Fucking asshole.”
I glanced at the phone, momentarily thinking that it was red and I hadn’t noticed but instead the same purple hue glowed back at me just as I’d seen the first time. “Kelly, I don’t know what’s happening right now. What emotion are you feeling.”
Her eyes grew wide and her face looked enraged, “I. FUCKING. KNOW. IT’S. THE. GOD-DAMN. COLORS.” Each word was accompanied by a poke to the chest that grew harder and more pointed each time. I finally grabbed her wrist and twisted it away. “Unhand me you fucking simpleton.”
“Tell me what you want right now, Kelly. Let’s get this orgasm over with so we can move past this.”
For a brief moment, her eyes seemed to focus and realization flitted across her face as some small part of her brain recognized what was happening. The rage and disgust on her face softened slightly. “You want to help for once? Maybe instead of ass fucking me and humiliating me you can actually be useful.”
“What do you need?” I said, trying to just get past this.
“You can eat my pussy, wimp.”
It wasn’t the most erotic thing I’d heard in the last few weeks but eating my wife’s nice, smooth cunt was no punishment, that’s for sure. “Can you hang on until we get home?” I asked.
Her face screwed up as she considered the idea, ‘Of course… I should have expected,” she said as she started unbuttoning her pants. “When I see a color you like, you are only too quick to fuck me even if our friends are there. But you can’t be bothered to help me now. Pathetic.”
I reached over and stroked her leg, half expecting her to slap my hand away in anger. Instead she spread her legs, “Maybe your fingers can be vaguely useful for awhile.” She said it like she was a queen looking down on her lowliest servant. I slid my finger into her panties and she gasped and let out a sigh, “Maybe you’re useful for something.” Her legs spread a little wider and she sank down into her seat. She was soaking wet. Wetter than I remembered her being any of the other times this had happened. Part of me wondered whether this was something particular to this color or if it was a progression from prior incidents just because of the sheer volume. But mostly I was focused on touching her in just the ways I’d learned over the years of marriage. I loved getting my wife off with my fingers and tongue and I’d spent a lot of time learning exactly what she liked.
First I got my finger nice and wet, then began sliding it lightly up and down her slit, teasing around the edges of the clit and circling it, never touching it firmly. “Yesss,” she hissed with satisfaction. “More,” she commanded without even looking at me. I repeated that process, spreading her own slick juices up and down her pussy, occasionally slipping deep into her and hooking my finger along her g-spot and teasing it with a firm stroke before returning to her clit.
As we pulled into the neighborhood, she grabbed my wrist and started gyrating her hips, humping against my hand desperately. I held my finger rigid, letting her control the pace and touch exactly how she wanted it. We hit the driveway and she started bucking her hips furiously before sighing in exasperation and flinging my hand back at me. “Ughh… pathetic,” she said, buttoning her pants and walking into the house. “Get your ass to the bedroom and maybe fucking try to finish what you started.”
I looked over and saw our neighbor clipping his hedges. He shot me a look like, “What the fuck was that?” I just shrugged and followed my wife inside.
“Go lay down baby. I’ll be right there,” I said.
“Fuck that,” came a voice from behind me. She practically tackled me and shoved me to the ground. “I’m not waiting for the bedroom. Your tongue better be ready, asshole,” she said in a throaty rumble. She’d stripped out of her pants and panties but was otherwise still fully clothed I realized as she descended upon me. She straddled my mouth and lowered her splayed cunt to my lips, wordlessly instructing me in what she needed. I was happy to obliged and licked across her already primed pussy lips. “FUccckkk… yesss… So glad you’re not utterly useless,” she said. Her hips swayed back and forth as she moved around, bucking against my tongue lashes. I felt her hands roaming across my body, grabbing my cock roughly which just resulted in me thrashing her harder and faster with my tongue. “Oh… you like that?” she said, squeezing my cock harder and stroking it through my jeans. I rewarded her by angling my tongue up and making it pointy, tracing her clit with little teasing flicks. “Like you liked watching me fuck your friends?”
My cock twitched more from her hand than her words but I kept licking her, hoping to end this stupidity and get nice Kelly back. Fortunately, she was ready to pop. Her dripping cunt clenched around my tongue and she screamed out, squeezing her thighs around my head and shaking her hips violently against my face, grinding herself through her orgasm as she squirted her juices all across my mouth.
“FUCKfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck,” she said as she gasped for air, her body now collapsed atop me, twitching in the aftermath of a powerful orgasm. Her head was an annoying half an inch from my throbbing cock.
“You back to normal?” I murmured from under her thighs.
“What? Oh…” she said with a laugh as she rolled off me.
“Are you back to normal?” I asked, adjusting myself and my painful erection.
“Yeah… I did NOT like that one, babe,” she said.
I sat up and looked at her, “Yeah? What the hell was that?”
“I have no idea. I just felt so… I don’t know… like you were completely beneath me and not worth my time.Thank god you know how to finger me so well. That helped me get past that. At least a little.”
“That’s good,” I said. “I guess let’s try to avoid purple, huh?”
“Oh yeah,” she said.
—
Two days later we were back with the doctor, revisiting the most recent episode.
“That is odd,” she said, making notes. “Historically purple is more a color of creativity and magic more than anything else. I wonder what this sense of condescension was about…”
I laughed, “Well the colors aren’t magic. It was never going to turn her into Hermione, right?”
“That’s true. It’s more about what Kelly thinks of the colors. Kelly… what’s the first thing that comes to mind when you think of the color purple?”
“I don’t really know… royalty I guess?”
The doctor and I exchanged glances and all three of us nodded in understanding, “That would fit, I suppose. DId you feel like you were better than Max?”
She nodded, “I even remember thinking that I should be treated like a queen by him and he doesn’t treat me that way.”
“Hey!” I protested and Kelly hugged me and giggled, “I treat you like a partner. My bad!”
“It’s only bad when I see purple. All the other times I much prefer this over some weak man sniveling obsequiously and walking on eggshells.”
“Good… that’s better,” I huffed in mock anger, flashing her a smile to reassure her.
“Well… this is good. We’ve almost got it figured out then.”
“Almost? So there is a seventh color? We’ve covered the rainbow… I guess Indigo is a thing then?” Kelly asked while I nodded along.
“Nope… not Indigo,” the doctor said. “Instead, it’s what happens when you combine all the colors. Pure white.”
“Pure white? The reboot screen on my phone flashes that color to start. We’d have already had that one,” I said, pulling my phone out and starting to force a reboot to prove it.
Doctor Jenkins held her hand out, “Not necessary. I did a little bit of my own research and tested it. The color on the phones has a very slight blue tint to it caused by the glass. So the actual pure, pure white shouldn’t be able to come from your phone at all. You’re probably off the hook.”
“Have we figured out why it’s almost entirely my phone only,” I asked.
“I think it’s that blue tint that’s doing it actually. Look,” she said, turning her monitor around to show us. She’d done a LOT of research it seems. “Your phone basically moves every color about 2.2 more blue on a standard 256 point RGB scale. It’s the only phone on the market that does that. As a result, I’m pretty sure only your phone model will ever hit a pure display of the precise colors that trigger Kelly. If you’d bought from Apple, we’d have probably never noticed a problem, actually.”
“Wild,” I said, sitting back and looking at Kelly. “I guess I should just buy a new iPhone then.”
“Maybe keep that one locked up… just in case,” Kelly said, squeezing my hand and shooting me a look.
“Uhhuh,” I said with a smirk. It seemed like a good idea.
