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Flirting with Fire, Chapter 6a
🕑 Added 2021-02-08 16:10:32 +0000 UTCNote from Nick: You learn more about the house this week. It's a character too.
You also learn more about Allie's ex, Ken. Don't be like him. You'll see.
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Chapter 6
Allie entered the guest bedroom and then waited as I closed the door. I moved behind her, and she exhaled softly as I put my hand on her right shoulder. Her skin was soft and smooth, covered with freckles almost too faint to see.
I fingered the strap of her swimsuit and then slid it down to reveal the pale skin underneath. She sighed again as I kissed her bare shoulder. The air between us crackled with anticipation.
After a moment she leaned back against me, and I nuzzled her neck. At the same time I slid the strap from her left shoulder. Allie pulled her arms free and pushed the swimsuit down to her waist. I cupped her bare breasts from behind. They were soft and full, and her breathing picked up when I caressed her nipples.
“I was thinking about them yesterday,” I told her. “Last night, too. And this morning.”
“Oh, God.”
“Mmm. The real ones are even better.”
She spun in my arms and kissed me full on the mouth. Her breasts flattened against my bare chest, and her arms circled me. Her tongue found mine, and our breathing grew heavy as our kisses heated up.
I guided her toward the bed with my body and then stepped back to admire her. Her breasts sagged predictably, but they were big enough to hold their round shape. Bikini-shaped triangles framed large, pale pink nipples.
She held her breath and waited for my reaction.
“You know my policy.”
“Yes,” she sighed, “but go ahead.” She sounded relieved more than annoyed.
I grinned. “Big or small, round or flat, saggy or perky…”
“You only care if you can touch ’em,” she finished.
“Yep.”
Allie rolled her eyes at my teenage boy expression, although she pursed her lips with amusement. Then she put her hands on her hips and stuck out her chest.
“Go ahead.” Her eyes flashed when I moved in like a groper, although she relaxed when I simply slid them around her waist.
“Yeah, okay,” I admitted, “maybe I’m not a teenage boy after all. Although…” I tugged the end of my towel loose and let it fall to the floor. My erection sprang up between us. “I guess I am. In one way, at least.”
Allie glanced between us and unconsciously moistened her lips.
“Oh, no, not yet,” I chuckled. “I wanna see the rest of you first. Time to get you naked. And I mean it this time.”
I tugged her towel loose, and it fell on top of my own. Then I gently pushed her backward, until her legs hit the bed.
She sat down and lay back automatically, and I realized she was holding her breath. Her stomach wasn’t tight and smooth like a teenager’s, but she wasn’t fat. Far from it, actually. And her breasts flattened against her chest instead of floating majestically, but I didn’t care about that, either.
She was a beautiful woman and deserved to feel like it, so I met her eyes and smiled. She returned it with genuine relief and reached for me.
“Uh-uh. First things first.”
The top half of her swimsuit was bunched around her hips. I gripped it, and she raised them. I slid the stretchy material under her butt, lifted her legs, and pulled the stretchy material toward her knees.
I caught my first glimpse of her pussy and breathed a silent sigh of relief. She was completely smooth, her skin much lighter where her bottoms normally covered.
“For me?”
She rolled her eyes with a look that hadn’t changed in a thousand years: Men!
I slid the swimsuit over her ankles and tossed it aside. Then I sank to one knee, spread her legs, and pushed them toward her chest.
Her pussy parted easily and glistened with moisture. Her outer labia were smooth and thin, a rosy pink that faded to pale flesh. Her inner lips were the same pink, slightly darker. They formed a crease at the top and flared at her opening.
She flinched when I ran my palms up her thighs, although she relaxed again quickly. My touch was intimate and insistent, but she was still in control, could still say no. She didn’t, so I gently probed her opening. She squirmed with growing desire as I lubricated the tips of two fingers.
After a moment I teased her clit. It was hidden under the fold at the top of her inner lips, but it grew firmer as I rubbed in small circles. Then I slid my index and middle fingers into her warm, smooth pussy. Her breasts rose and fell as her breathing grew heavier.
Part of me wanted to fuck her now, but I held back. We weren’t ready for that. Besides, I didn’t want to take the time to fetch a condom. Instead, I fingered her gently and rubbed her clit with my thumb. Her moans grew louder as her pleasure built.
“Move up,” I said at last. “I wanna taste you.”
She scooted toward the headboard, and I climbed onto the bed after her. Then I rolled to my back and guided her toward me. She gripped my erection and rubbed it over her face. I gave her a moment before I gently urged her to swing her leg over my head. She did, and the scent of her washed over me, strong and feminine.
I raised my head and buried my face in her pussy. She gasped and used my hard-on as a handgrip. I wrapped an arm around her middle and held her in place. Then I gave her hooded clit another lick. She groaned softly, and her juices began to flow for real. Moisture soon coated my nose and cheeks.
She eventually started sucking me, and the little head demanded even more oxygen. My vision actually dimmed, and I saw spots. I ignored them and concentrated on Allie instead.
We kept going until I felt her breathing change. She stopped sucking and simply held my dick against her face, so I focused on her clit. It was still hidden under its hood, but I could feel it under my tongue.
Allie began rocking her hips. Then she gasped and held on to my cock for dear life. Her breath came in bursts that washed over my abdomen, and her thighs began to tremble. All of a sudden she tensed up and held her breath. Pleasure surged through her in waves, until she finally cried out.
She relaxed slowly and then sagged forward, drained and panting. She also relaxed her death grip on my shaft, although she didn’t let go completely.
She eventually caught her breath and stirred. Then she shook with a silent laugh. I started to ask, but the little head overrode me. Allie rubbed him over her face and coated her lips with saliva and pre-come. I thrust my hips toward her, and she took the hint.
She’d been sucking for a couple of minutes before I started to feel guilty about ignoring her. I wasn’t sure how sensitive she was, so I gave her clit an experimental nudge. She gasped and practically ground her pussy into my face.
I grinned at the discovery, raised my head, and began licking again. Allie groaned around my cock and sent jolts of pleasure racing up my spine. Then she started bobbing in earnest, so I concentrated on getting her off before she did the same to me.
She raised her hips after a couple of minutes, and I had to crane my neck to follow her. Then she took me as deep as she could, about halfway. She squeezed my thighs at the same time, and I got the message—she wanted to take care of me first.
I patted her flank, and she gradually lowered her hips. Then I played with her pussy without trying to make her come, while she did the opposite to me. She sucked with long, slow strokes, and swirled her tongue around the head. The pressure built in my balls until I couldn’t hold back any longer.
Allie held my hips as I unloaded in her mouth. Then she pulled back and swallowed. She panted to catch her breath before she recaptured me and sucked gently.
I started to lick her pussy again but stopped when she shook her head. She wasn’t ready to come again, and I was fine with that. I kissed her inner thighs instead, and she relaxed as her juices slowly dried on my cheeks.
She eventually returned her attention to my slowly deflating cock. She kissed it a couple of times and then rested her cheek on my hip. Her breathing settled into a rhythm, and we lay together in companionable silence until she stirred.
“That was nice,” I said.
“Mmm.” She swung her left leg over my head and climbed off to the right. I beckoned her closer and patted the bed next to my hip. I was used to Christy on my left, but I wasn’t about to complain. Allie turned and started to get settled before she stopped.
“Do we have time? I don’t want to get caught,” she worried aloud.
“We have time.” I checked my watch anyway. “At least an hour.”
She nodded and settled beside me. I wrapped my arm around her, and she relaxed into the comfort of my body.
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We dozed for a while, but neither of us slept. I was a creature of habit more than I realized, and having Allie along my right side felt weird. Also, I didn’t want the girls to catch us in bed together. The older ones would figure out what we’d been up to, and the younger ones would ask awkward questions. Still, we managed to relax and enjoy the quiet for a while. Then Allie heaved a sigh of contentment.
“God, I’ve missed this.”
Our bodies were warm where they touched. Hers was curvy and feminine, soft where mine was hard. I could’ve lain there a while longer, but she had other ideas.
She rolled away from me and stretched like a cat, completely unconcerned about her body for a change. Then she cocked an elbow and rested her head on her hand. She gazed at me with a playful look, more of the cat. After a moment she circled my nipple with a finger. I didn’t react, so she did it again, with the same lack of results. She took it as a challenge instead of being put off.
I tensed when she moved again, although I relaxed when she only brushed her fingertips over my stomach. Then she traced the contour of my soft penis. My breathing quickened when she spread a bead of moisture around the tip. She raised her finger to her lips, and her eyelids drooped as she tasted it.
“Mmm, I’ve missed that more. It’s been so long since I had a dick in my mouth.” She studied me with feline amusement again. Then without warning she tickled my foot with her big toe. I jerked reflexively. She did it again, so I moved my foot away and glared. “Sorry,” she laughed. “I’ll behave.”
I wasn’t so sure.
“I will. I promise.”
Her expression settled into friendly amusement, and I sensed a longer conversation. I rolled to face her and propped my head on my fist. I let my eyes explore the lines of her body. She knew she was attractive, but she hadn’t been reminded lately.
She blushed and lowered her eyes. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure.”
After a moment she effectively changed the subject and turned her attention to the room itself.
My plans for the house had always included a guest bedroom and bath on the ground floor, although my first designs had them near the kitchen. The kids’ bedrooms were all upstairs on that side of the house, so it made sense to put guests there too.
Then Christy had looked at my sketches and asked a couple of innocent-sounding questions, like she always did. At that point the room over the garage had become the main guest suite, the formal dining room had taken over downstairs, and the bedroom had moved to the other side of the house.
These days, guests reached it through a nondescript door at the end of the colonnaded hallway that spanned the living room. A short passage under the main stairs led to a perpendicular hallway that connected the guest bedroom at the front of the house with the master suite at the rear.
The hallway served another purpose, a sound barrier between the living room and the bedrooms, along with the cavernous room we called the grotto. It also gave us the privacy to move around without anyone noticing. That was what Christy had wanted all along, although she gave me credit for thinking of it.
Allie finished her survey and drew me back to the present.
“So, this is the famous swinger suite?” She quirked her lips in a grin. “Come here often?”
I’d made the same pun a dozen times, but it didn’t get any better when someone else said it.
“As often as I can,” I said, completely without irony.
“Mmm, I noticed. Since we’re on the subject… can we sneak into the grotto, through there?” She pointed toward my feet and the door beyond.
“No. It’s just a regular bathroom. The grotto is down the hall, through a separate door.”
“Ah, okay. I thought— I mean…” She searched her memory. “I guess you’re right. It’s been a while since you gave me a tour. Like, when you first moved in. Oh, wow! Has it really been four years?”
“Just about.”
“I guess I don’t remember as well as I thought. Though I could’ve sworn… I mean… Christy’s always talking about…”
“We have an entrance through our bathroom.”
“Ah, right!”
“We use this room for normal guests, too, ones who aren’t swingers.” Like my in-laws. “We don’t want them to wander into the grotto unannounced. Besides, it might raise questions if we had two bedrooms connected by a hallway and a pass-through from the spa.”
“Makes sense,” Allie agreed. “And since I’ve never been asked to spend the night, much less to the grotto…” She was teasing, although she had the good grace to admit it with a wry smile. “Yeah, I know… my fault.”
“Mmm.”
She looked around the room again. “It’s nice.”
“You’re welcome to stay.”
“Tonight? I’d love to, but… How would that work? I mean… what about… you know, your wife?” She frowned at the evasion. “Sorry. What about Christy?”
“What about her? You know about our relationship.”
“Yeah, I know. But… for real, how does this sharing thing work? Do I need to ask first? Do you? Don’t ask, don’t tell? I don’t wanna overstep any boundaries…”
“You aren’t. We have a list.”
“Of playmates?” She grinned, so it was another pun.
“Ha! Yes. Unfortunately, you aren’t a small-p playmate—not officially, at least—but you sort of are. Sorry, I know it sounds like I’m making this up as I go along…” I was pretty sure that Ken had muddied those waters as well.
“No, it’s okay,” Allie said. “I know Christy’s MO. She’s all about hints and suggestions… doublespeak.” She shrugged. “She has to be. She’s a woman.” She sounded annoyed more than condescending.
“Yeah, sorry about that,” I said.
“What? Sexism? The patriarchy?” She dismissed it with a shrug. “You aren’t the problem. If anything, you’re trying to make a difference.”
I have three daughters.
“Anyway, about this list,” Allie continued. “I’m on it, sort of, but not?” She thought about the situation and laughed to herself. “Christy doesn’t do anything simple, does she?”
“Nope. Not if she can help it. She works behind the scenes, pulling the strings.”
“She sure pulled mine,” Allie muttered, although she didn’t sound resentful.
“Mine too.”
“Yours? How?”
“Well, she was probably hoping this would happen. That’s part of the reason she decided to go with Laurie to North Carolina.”
“For real?”
“Yeah. She had other reasons—”
“Like being a good mom.”
“—but she knew I’d see you at Maddy’s party.”
“Do you think she sabotaged my air conditioner?”
I gave it some serious thought.
“Oh my God,” Allie laughed, “for real? Do you actually think she’d do that?”
“No, but only because she doesn’t know how. I mean, she’s pretty determined when she wants something.”
“No kidding.” Allie fell silent and then nodded. “She has been dropping more hints lately. For the past couple of months, I guess. She also mentioned you’d be alone this week. You know,” she added wryly, “in case I wanted to ‘drop by.’”
I grinned. “To suck me off?”
“Or sixty-nine in the swinger suite.”
“We’re two for two.”
“Mmm.” She moistened her lips and then gave me a speculative look. “Are we going to make it three for three? Not now,” she added quickly, “but tonight?”
“More like five for five—”
“Ha!”
“—but yeah,” I finished. “I just need to talk to Christy first. We were talking about it last night—”
“Wait. You were talking about us? This? You and me?”
I nodded.
“For real? What did she say? Never mind, I can probably guess. Wait, on second thought, tell me.”
“I told her what you said, about just being friends—”
Allie grimaced, more apology than remorse.
“—but she said you were serious. About sex, at least.”
“I was. I am. I mean… yeah. Here we are.”
“Here we are,” I echoed.
“Sagging and stretch marks and everything,” she muttered.
I grabbed my abdomen and searched. “What! Where?”
“No!” she laughed. “I meant me.”
“I know,” I said, serious again. “But you know I think you’re sexy. I’ll prove it if you want.” I reached for her breast. She batted my hand away, but not with any real conviction.
“No, I believe you. And thank you, by the way.”
I decided to play dumb. “For what?”
“You know. For making—” She cleared her throat and scowled into the past.
Fucking Ken, I muttered to myself.
“For making me feel… you know… desirable.”
“You are. Very.”
“I’m not so sure. At least… I wasn’t.”
“I can’t fake a hard-on. Trust me, I’ve tried.”
“No,” she agreed quietly.
“And speaking of hard-ons…” I had a thought and started to laugh before I caught myself. “Sorry,” I said quickly. “It’s just… I mean… I’m turning into Christy.”
“What? How?” She gestured. “Not with a dick like that. I mean, it’s kinda obvious. And your chest is totally bigger than hers. Your arms, too. Goodness gracious, yes!”
“I’m serious,” I protested, but only mildly. “I’m turning into her. She has a knack for manipulating a conversation.”
“‘Knack’ might be an understatement. She’s really good at it.”
“And I just did it.”
Allie furrowed her brow. “How?”
“I said, ‘I can’t fake a hard-on.’”
“Ah, right. Now I get it. ‘Can’t fake a hard-on.’ It’s a good segue to talk about tonight.” She fell silent and considered it. “No, I don’t think so. I mean, I think it was just a good transition. So… let’s talk about it.”
I grinned. She was as eager as I was, especially now that she’d overcome her initial objections.
In for a penny, in for a pound.
“Yeah, I know,” she said, semi-ruefully, “I’m such a needy slut.”
“That’s a good thing. You know what you want.”
“And I’m willing to sleep with my friend’s husband to get it?”
I nodded enthusiastically.
“You’re definitely good for my self-esteem,” she laughed.
“I’m good for the rest of you, too.”
“I wish I had your confidence.”
“You do. You just need a refill. And I’m happy to oblige. Several times, as a matter of fact.”
She snorted a laugh.
“Seriously, though… let’s talk about tonight. The logistics, I mean. I need to call Christy first. Duh. She won’t have a problem with it, but she needs to know that you’re officially on the list.”
Allie nodded comically, and it was my turn to laugh.
“Now you know how I feel!”
“I know how you taste, too. Mmm.”
“Hold that thought. I still need to tell Christy.” I had a thought and winced for effect. “She’ll probably tell Wren. Are you okay with that?”
“I guess,” Allie said after a moment. “She tells her everything anyway. I mean, we all do. Tell each other. Christy knew all about Ken and me. And I know more about you than anyone but her.” She read my polite doubt. “Yeah, okay, maybe not Leah.”
“No, sorry.”
“That’s okay. You’ve known her since you were Maddy’s age. But I still know more about you than anyone else, including Wren.”
“You think so?” I taunted.
“Yeah. I mean, I know everything.”
“Everything?”
“Everything.”
“You’re gonna have to prove it,” I said.
“And you’re gonna have to wait.” She grinned, rolled to her feet, and disappeared into the bathroom.
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To be continued…
Comments
Thank you.
Nick Scipio
I don't know if I'll ever draw the house for real, but I'll definitely post it if I do.
Some day, please post some elevations and floorplans...
Thank you nick! I enjoyed this chapter very much! If it is not to much to ask and you have the time, could you put some drawing of the house and all of its "secret" passages?
Nick Scipio
Amen, brother! "Women" are just packaging. The person inside is the real beauty.
David Kriel
Wow this is good. Your writing just gets better and better. The characters become more interesting. It also helps that this particular chapter really speaks to me. My first wife could not understand how, after 3 kids, that I still thought she was hot. Our society is so built on youth and firmness being attractive. Women are beautiful. And as soon as you lock yourself into some sort of physical ideal, you lose so much. I feel bad for the Ken's of the world, and I know so many of them. I have, in my life, been involved with a lot of different women (nowhere near Paul, but a boy can dream). From a long legged, small breasted, tall and all angles beauty, to a broad shouldered, broad hipped, big breasted Swedish/American woman, to my current wife, who is tiny and round and soft and perfect. They all looked different, they had all different sorts of bodies, and they were all beautiful.
