TABOO TALES(erotica)

“So why are you even thinking of contacting him? Find someone else.”

She looked at me, chewing her bottom lip thoughtfully. “It’s a fair question.” She thought for a moment. “Before it happened I thought he was the one… you know, my knight in shining armor – marriage and kids and live happily ever after. I don’t think that any more, that’s for sure.” She shrugged. “Despite what he did, he was actually good guy at heart. Who knows, maybe he really loved his sister. Anyway, I don’t have aspirations of a long-term relationship with him any more, but I do want a fuck-buddy for you and me. I figured anyone who will shag his sister would be up for an orgy.”

“Maybe she would be in for it too.”

“I thought of that, but I wouldn’t know her if I fell over her in the street.” She shrugged again. “Who knows, perhaps one day we’ll meet. Not for this though — it just wouldn’t work. For one thing it would give us three girls and one guy, which isn’t a good balance.”

We were quiet for a while, each of us thinking of how this thing could pan out. Eventually I broke the silence. “So what do you want of me?”

She squeezed my hand. “I’ve thought about this a lot. I don’t want to lose you over this, so you must have the choice. You can come if you like.”

I ignored the obvious pun. “I’ll see, Susan. How do you want to do this?”

“I figured it would be best if two of us were into it, and then the other joins in. That way we don’t have introductions and awkwardness. I thought I might ask him to come over to my place at a certain time and walk in to find you and me in bed. I figure he’d join in.”

I thought about it. David didn’t know that I was having a sexual affair with Susan, and the sight of me eating her out might be as big a surprise to him as her experience had been to her. I didn’t want unpredictable reactions in any of this.

“I wouldn’t be in control of anything there, Susan. I’d be naked and your guy would walk in fully clothed.”

“So what would you suggest?”

“How about you and he get it on, and I’ll join in if I feel comfortable with it?”

She nodded. “That would work. I’m sure I can get him into my bed.”

I knew there was no doubt about that, but I kept that thought to myself. “I have two conditions, though.”Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Shoot.”

“Firstly, I need to be able to watch you for a while, without him knowing I’m there. I don’t want to go in cold.”

She nodded, and I went on. “Second, I have the right to choose whether to reveal myself or not. If I don’t, he must never know I was there.”

“I agree.”

“All right. Tell me when and how this is going to happen.”

She leaned over the table and told me, and it sounded like a plan.

***

I thought a great deal about what I was doing. I liked the sex life I had, sharing both David’s bed and Susan’s, with neither knowing about my relationship with the other. Why didn’t I just let them get together for a fling, without me? Surely nothing would change?

But in my heart I knew that that wasn’t true. Pillow talk is intimate, and sooner or later one or other of them would speak about me, and I could expect no sympathy from either if they found out that way. The only hope of controlling it was to be there, to use the threesome as a mask to hide that I had already slept with both of them before. Besides, I was turned on by the thought of having us all together, naked, and the combination of things that I could with the two bodies that I already knew so well.

At last the chosen day arrived, and I let myself into Susan’s apartment. It was a grey blustery afternoon, with the rain driving almost horizontally on a cold south-easterly wind. She was meeting David at the local bar where they would have a couple of drinks before she brought him home. Her lounge room was warm and cosy, softly illuminated by lamps either side of the sofa, and the flickering flames of the fire. I checked out my hiding place, a little alcove towards the back of the room concealed with a curtain. If I peeped out I could see the room clearly, and I was excited by the idea that I would soon see them coupling on the floor, and I would have the choice to join them or not.

I guess I spent the hour in nervous anticipation…. I really don’t remember. I recall having a couple of stiff drinks, and then worrying about having to pee whilst I was hiding. I cleaned my teeth twice, and I spent some time adjusting the position of the lamps so that they would be clearly illuminated. And I waited, aware of the moisture in my panties, feeling the heaviness of my sex, swollen in anticipation.

At last I heard the garage door opening, and I scooted into my hiding place and drew the curtain closed. After a moment I heard them coming up the stairs, and then the sound of Susan tossing her car keys on the table beside the door. She was laughing at something, and then I heard her speak.

“Why don’t you fix us a couple of drinks, David, whilst I get changed. There’s wine and beer in the fridge.”

I heard her footsteps move down the hall, and I heard the refrigerator door open, and then the clink of glasses as he poured the drinks. After a moment he appeared in my view and he stood in the lounge, looking around. Although I knew it was unlikely that he would see me I had a nervous moment as his gaze swept around the room.

At length he spoke. “This is a really nice pad, Susan.”

Her voice floated from down the hall. “Thanks. It’s not very big…. not much better than a bed-sitter, really, but it suits me and the price was right.”

“I can see why you love it.” He moved to the fire and warmed himself. I could see that he was nervous, but after a moment he spoke again.

“So how long have you been here?”

Susan appeared, dressed in a blue and white frock. I guessed she had chosen it because it was loose fitting. Her breasts pushed against the material and I could see she had no bra on. “About ten months. I bought it not long after….” her voice tailed off as she realised what she had been about to say.

He smiled at her. “After we split?”

“Yes.” She moved towards him and took the glass of wine he had poured. “But I don’t want to talk about that.” She clinked glasses. “Cheers…. to old times and new opportunities.”

“I’ll drink to that.” He took a swig of his drink, looking at her face. “Do you want to talk about what happened?”

“No. Not now. I’m ready to move forward.”

“Me too.” He put his glass on the mantelpiece and moved towards her. “Thank you for calling me.”

She didn’t reply. I watched as she reached up and touched his face, brushing aside the comma of hair that fell on his forehead. Her mouth was slightly open, face tilted upwards, and she leaned in towards him. He bent down and kissed her, softly at first, and her free hand came up behind his head to hold him, her fingers in his hair. He had one hand behind her head and the other reached up and cupped one breast, his thumb stroking the material over her nipple.

After a moment she broke free, and put her glass next to his. She smiled up at him. “It’s been a long time, David. Let’s do this slowly.”

“We will.” He leaned forward and cupped her face in his hands, pressing his mouth to her forehead, then the tip of her nose. His lips moved over her face, soft butterfly kisses on her eyes and cheeks, then down to her mouth, open and ready. Her body arched a little, her breasts pressing against the material of his shirt, and he moved one hand to her ass to pull her hips in towards him. I heard her groan with desire.