Bluebeard’s Wife

CHAPTER SEVEN

“I shaved it as smooth as a baby,” Maria purred into the receiver. “Just for you.”

John groaned. “Oh God… really?”

“Yes,” she murmured. “It’s so soft… and my lips get wet and slick…”

“Do you have your dildo?” he asked.

“Yes,” she answered. “Right here. Although I wish it was your cock.”

He groaned again. “So do I, baby. I want you to fuck that sweet bald little pussy like I would if I were there…”

“I’m so wet… it slides in so easy,” she said. “Want to hear it?”

John’s breathing was coming faster. “Oh, fuck, yes!”

I could hear a wet, squelching sound as I listened on the other line, biting my lip to keep from moaning, even though the phone was on mute.

“Do you want me to make myself come for you?” Maria asked.

“Yes,” John growled. “Fuck yourself, make yourself come.”

“Ohhhh that’s so good,” she whispered. “That hard cock in my wet pussy…

faster… faster…”

“That’s it,” John encouraged, his breath short.

“Ohhhhh yeahhhhh all the way in my cunt now,” she moaned. “Fucking myself for you, baby. I want your big cock filling me.”

“I know,” he groaned. “God I want to fuck that tight, shaved little cunt.”

“You are,” she moaned. “Oh I love your cock… fuck me… harder! Yeah, that’s it baby! I’m gonna come… oh God you’re going to make me come!”

John was panting, and I knew he was stroking himself. My own belly was tight, listening to the sounds of their pleasure. And then Maria was coming, moaning and whispering things I could barely understand, and I could hear the wet sounds of her fucking herself with the dildo in the background.

“Oh baby, I’m coming,” John groaned, and I heard the growl and grunt I knew meant he was shooting his cum all over his belly.

I hung up as quietly as I could, my fingers sticky wet with my own juices, petting the soft, dark hair there, thinking. It was a while before he came back to bed, but I didn’t pick the phone back up. Finally, I made up my mind, deciding to call Kelly in the morning.

Kelly showed up grinning on my doorstep with a can of shaving cream and a brand new bag of disposable razors. It was Friday night, just after John had left for Boston on a business trip, and Kelly and I had been planning this all week. I couldn’t believe how nervous I was, although maybe it was really excitement.

“You ready?” Kelly asked, waving her equipment.

“As I’ll ever be,” I said, shutting the door behind her. “Do you want a wine cooler?”

I'd been drinking them for an hour and had already worked my way through a 4-pack.

“Sure.”

She tossed her stuff onto the kitchen table as she followed me towards the fridge and I handed her a wine cooler-peach.

“So when does John come home?” Kelly asked.

“Sunday,” I replied, getting myself another wine cooler. “He’ll call, though.”

“I’m sure you’re not the only one he’ll call,” Kelly remarked, taking a long swig of her wine cooler. “God these things are sweet—do you have beer?”

“John’s,” I said, opening the fridge and looking for the 6-pack at the back. “What do you mean I’m not the only one he’ll call?”

“Have you seen the phone bill lately?” Kelly asked, finishing off her wine cooler and taking the green bottle of Heineken from me.

I shrugged. “No… but I know he’s still calling…”

“I think I’ve figured it out,” she said, opening her beer. “He’s got some sort of Madonna/whore complex going on.”

I stared at her for a moment and then laughed. “Ok, Dr. Kelly… one Psych 101

class doesn’t make you an expert.”

“I’m serious, Tara,” she said, sitting on one of the kitchen chairs. “You know how he claims he doesn’t like slutty women, right?”

I shrugged. “He’s… conservative…”

Kelly snorted. “That’s an understatement… but look at what he’s doing with this Maria chick on the phone, and all the fantasies he’s playing out with her. He wants his wife to be an angel, but he’s got a secret desire for a real slut.”

She had a point.

“Maybe,” I said, reaching around her for the shaving cream and razors. “Come on, let’s get this show on the road.”

Kelly followed me into the bathroom and sat on the edge of the big corner tub while I ran the water. She claimed that my soaking in the warm water for ten minutes would soften up the skin and make the hair easier to remove.

“God, I wish I had Jacuzzi jets like these,” she said with an envious sigh. “This tub is enormous! You could fit four of us in here.”

“Probably,” I agreed. Little perks like a nice house with big bathtubs was one advantage of John being such a workaholic. “Wanna come in with me?”

I pulled my t-shirt off and unsnapped my jeans, glancing back over my shoulder at her as I wiggled out of them and stepped into the tub.

“Hell, yeah,” she agreed, starting to unbutton her blouse. “You don’t have to ask me twice.”

I turned the jets on full blast as I watched her get undressed. I was always so envious of her full breasts and hips, the way her body’s curves were so pronounced.

She grabbed a ponytail holder off the counter and pulled her long red hair back before she slid into the water.

“Too hot?” I asked. I loved hot baths.

“Mmmmm no,” she murmured, rolling her neck and sinking down into the rushing water. “Oh my God, this is sooo gooood.”

“So tell me more about this Madonna/whore thing,” I said, sliding down into the water, my legs brushing hers as I leaned my head back.

Kelly shrugged. “Well… the way it works is that he sees you as the angel, you know, the pure, sweet, kind of… virginal one.”

Frowning, I said, “But I’m not.”

“Well…” She smiled and winked at me. “Before you found the phone bills… you weren’t exactly Miss Adventurous…”

“Hey,” I protested, nudging her thigh with my foot. “That’s not true. I tried to get him to open up, to talk to me, to tell me his fantasies…”

Kelly nodded, looking smug. “I know. That just proves it to me even more. He doesn’t want you to know his fantasies, because if you fulfill them, then you’re not his sweet, innocent little wifey anymore…”

I shook my head. “That’s crazy.”

“That’s why they call it a complex,” she laughed.

Watching the water foam and bubble around us, I remembered how much he had resisted telling me his fantasies. In fact, he hadn’t really shared them-I'd just discovered them by listening to his phone conversations and had started pushing my way into that part of his world. The thought that he really might not want me to made me cold.

“What do I do?” I asked, meeting Kelly’s eyes.

“Well… I actually have an idea,” she said, and I saw a smile playing on her lips.

“Go on,” I urged her.

She reached around me for the shaving cream. “Hey, I think we’ve probably soaked long enough for me to start… you ready?”

I turned off the jets. “You’re changing the subject.”

“So?” she grinned. “Slide up on the edge. Did you trim?”

I nodded, slipping up out of the water and balancing my bottom on the edge. I looked down between my legs, touching the bristly hair that I'd taken John’s electric clippers to earlier today.

“I did the best I could,” I said, parting my thighs to show her. “It’s hard to do by yourself.”

“I know,” she agreed, peering between my legs. “That’s why I’m here, remember?”

It didn’t feel awkward. Kelly and I had been friends for years-we changed in front of each other at the gym and she had pretty much seen everything I had-plus she was very business-like about it, foaming the shaving gel in her hands and spreading it over my mound, her tongue touching the corner of her mouth in concentration as she started at the top with the razor and worked her way down.

“It’s really not too thick,” she murmured, rinsing the razor in the tub and making another pass down my lips.

“Feels strange,” I said as she put her hand flat over my pubic bone, holding the skin taut as she started moving the razor upward from bottom to top. I leaned back and lifted my legs to give her a little more room.

“Hold still,” she said and I gasped when I felt her fingers opening my ass cheeks.

“Kelly!” I held my breath as the razor moved around the sensitive, puckered hole of my ass.

“Just a few stray hairs,” she explained, smiling up at me. “If you’re gonna go bare, it might as well be the Full Monty, right?”

She rinsed my mound, using her hands to cup warm water again and again, letting it wash away the white foam. Her fingers moved lightly over my skin, brushing away shaving cream and water, looking closely between my legs.

“Missed a couple spots,” she said, glancing up at me. “Will you… spread it open?”

I used my fingers to open my lips for her, glad for the heat of the bath that covered my blush.

“Thanks,” she said, using the razor along the very edge of my lips, no shaving cream this time. “Just have to tidy it all up.”

I bit my lip at the gentle pull of the razor over my skin. I couldn’t really see what she was doing, but I could feel it. When I looked down, all I saw was Kelly’s bent head, her full breasts floating in the water as she knelt between my legs. I had a sudden flash of memory-sitting on the toilet with another woman kneeling and looking at my pussy like that, eager and a little hungry.

“Now you just have to feel,” she said, looking up at me. “See if you can find any pokey spots.”

I smiled at her words, moving my fingers down over my wet mound. My clit twitched when my fingers passed it by, searching lower, exploring the newly shaved skin of my lips.

“It’s so soft,” I said in awe, even moving my fingers tentatively down past my pussy to circle my wrinkled asshole, now completely smooth, too.

“Find anything?” she asked, watching my hand exploring between my legs.

I shook my head. “No… here, you feel.”

She put her fingers next to mine, slipping them over the now-smooth surface of my skin, exploring up and down my lips. I moved my hand away, feeling her palm petting my pussy from bottom to top, tracing that path slowly again and again.

“Feel anything?” I asked, meeting her eyes.

“Do you feel anything?” she asked, her fingers slipping between my lips, moving lightly through the folds of flesh as she made another pass, and then another. It seemed as if she was lingering at the top of my mound, pressing just a little harder when she reached my clit. It made my belly clench and my pussy tingle.

“Feels good,” I admitted as she cupped my whole mound with her hand.

“You’ll probably be much more sensitive here now,” she informed me, the tips of her fingers pushing easily past my lips, into a more slippery wetness. “When I first shaved, I walked around turned-on all the time… my pussy felt so exposed…”

“Oh, Kelly,” I whispered as her fingers brushed my clit. All of this attention had my pussy lips swollen and my clit throbbing. Until she touched it, I hadn’t realized how aroused I really was.

“Still feel good?” she asked, nudging my clit with her finger.

“Yes,” I admitted, squirming on the edge of the tub. She rubbed a little faster.

“Want me to stop?” Her eyes met mine and I could see the hunger in them.

“No,” I confessed, rocking my hips against her touch. Her fingers traced slow circles around the sensitive bud at the top of my slit, spreading heat through my belly.

“Kali told me you like to be licked,” Kelly murmured.

I jumped, startled, flushing just remembering that night. “She told you?”

“Want to show me your toy?” she suggested, ignoring my question and standing up in the tub. The water fell off her body in sheets, leaving a glistening sheen on her breasts and belly, her pink nipples hardening from the temperature change.

“Ok,” I agreed.

We climbed out of the tub and dried off. Kelly pulled the ponytail out of her hair and ran her fingers through her long, red mane while I rubbed the towel between my legs, marveling at the sensation. Going back into my bedroom felt strange, my pussy completely exposed between my thighs as I walked. When I sat on the bed, my lips kissed the sheets, an entirely new sensation.

“See,” I said, pulling my hummingbird vibrator out of its hiding spot in my night table drawer.

“Mmmm,” she said, sitting next to me and reaching for it and turning it on. She pressed the pink tip to her lips. “Don’t you love the vibrating part?”

“Yes,” I replied, watching her waggle the little, pink, vibrating bird with her finger.

Leaning back on the bed, she said, “Can I try it?”

“Sure,” I replied, my eyes drawn between her legs, watching the pink gel head of the vibrator parting her smooth lips. I'd seen her naked before, but not like this-her knees spread open, working the shaft of a cock between her legs.

“Ohhh I love those little beads,” she moaned, turning the speed up as she started to fuck her pussy. I sat, fascinated, watching the cock move deeper into her flesh, my own pussy aching for attention. Her other hand was twisting the pink bud of her nipple, her eyes slipping closed in the pleasure of it.

“Will you do it?” she asked me, slowing a little, her eyes meeting mine.

“Do… what?” I breathed, my eyes slipping back down between her legs.

“The vibrator,” she said, pulling it slowly out, but not all the way. I could see her wetness on it. “So I can play with my nipples.”

I nodded, moving between her legs, kneeling there. “Tell me if it goes too deep…”

“Ok,” she murmured as I took the vibrator from her hand.

Her fingers immediately went to her nipples, squeezing and rolling them as I pushed the cock slowly between her lips, nestling that humming bird right up against her clit. Then I clicked the controls for the rolling beads up higher, and they rotated around at the opening of her pussy, making her moan.

“God that’s good,” she panted, rocking her hips. The vibrator made a wet noise as I slid it, using short, fast strokes, in and out of her pussy. “Oh, Tara… please…”

The sound of my name and her pleading cry made the ache between my legs even worse and I cupped my hand there, still surprised by the soft mound of flesh with no downy fur in the way, rubbing over my wet lips.

“Will you lick it?” she begged, her hips twisting, taking more of the fat, pink cock.

“Oh please, I want your tongue.”

My breath was coming so fast, my heart beating in my ears as I settled between her legs. I looked at it for a moment, her pussy a deep, dark pink, her clit a fat little bud at the top, the hummingbird kissing it. I wanted to kiss it.

When I started to remove the vibrator, Kelly grabbed my hand. “No, wait… just turn it.”

She showed me, twisting the cock inside of her, so the hummingbird was now pointing toward the bed, its rubbery nose tickling her asshole.

“Does that feel good?” I whispered, nudging it a little further, deeper, making her moan.

“Ohhh yesss,” she moaned, wiggling. “Lick me, Tara… lick my pussy.”

I couldn’t resist-her flesh was soft and wet, and I sank into her heat with my lapping tongue. Her clit was very thick, and she gasped when I sucked it between my lips, using a back and forth motion over the fat nub with my tongue. She really seemed to like that, and I felt the vibration of the cock again my lips as I licked her, moving the shaft in and out of her hole.

I could see her belly quivering, the fiery red landing strip of hair above her slit still beaded with water, and the swell of her breasts swaying as she rocked with me, her nipples caught in her fingers as she tugged and pulled on them. Her juices flowed like water and I felt them making the shaft of the cock more slippery, making my fingers wet as I fucked her, that vibrating bird plunging its long tongue into her ass.

“Oh Tara!” she moaned, abandoning her nipples and reaching down with both hands to mash my face into her flesh. “Make me come!”

I made some noise, a gasp of encouragement, but it was completely muffled against her pussy as she shuddered with her orgasm, her whole body racked with it, convulsing and twisting. My slippery fingers lost hold of the vibrator, but it didn’t matter, because the strong muscles of her cunt drew it deeper inside of her with each contraction.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she whispered, over and over, finally letting go of my hair. I licked my lips, slick with her juices, and slowly slid the pink shaft out of her pussy.

She groaned, taking a deep, shuddering breath.

“Hey, where you going with that?” she teased as I stretched out beside her on the bed with the vibrator. “Gonna have to teach you about multiple orgasms. I’m good for at least one more…”

I smiled as she sat up on the bed, her fingertips moving lightly over my belly, upward to my breasts. They were much smaller than hers, my nipples hard and pointing toward the ceiling, but they were incredibly sensitive and I gasped when she pinched them.

“Easy,” I whispered and she raised her eyebrows, leaning in to suck one. “Ohhh yes… like that…”

Her rolling tongue made circles and her other hand slipped between my legs, surprising me once again at the raw sensation of being touched there now that I was bare. I was dripping wet and aching for her. The fingers sliding inside of me, the rock of her palm against my mound, the licking of her tongue against my nipple, were all spreading fast heat through my body.

Grabbing the vibrator off the bed, she grinned at me and said, “Your turn.”

“Oh yes,” I moaned, watching her lick the head of it, still sticky wet with her juices.

“But I want some attention, too,” she said, swinging her leg over my head as she climbed onto me, centering her still-wet pussy over my face. “Let’s see if you can multi-task.”

I laughed, but when she turned the vibrator on and slid it against my flesh, my giggle turned into a moan. I had played with it countless times myself, but it felt entirely

different having someone else pushing the shaft past my swollen lips, seeking the deepest parts of me with the tip.

Then I felt her tongue, sweet, soft heaven slipping between my smooth, shaved lips, a sensation I couldn’t have described before if I had tried. There was no protection, nowhere for my little clit to hide, and her lips found it right away, sucking and licking on it as she began to fuck me with the vibrator, filling my pussy with a deep, aching hum.

“Don’t forget me,” she murmured, wiggling her bottom, and I opened my eyes, looking up at her open, wet slit, shaved just as smooth as my own.

She moaned when my mouth found her clit, going straight there. I couldn’t focus, feeling her licking and fucking me, and I knew I wouldn’t have the concentration to explore her with my tongue, so I just stayed at that sensitive rise of flesh, licking back and forth, letting her juices flow down my cheeks and chin.

Her tongue was competing with the hum of the bird at first, pressing into my flesh. It felt for a while like she was nudging it back and forth over my clit with her tongue, playing with it, teasing it. Then she turned it, like I had inside of her, making me gasp and squirm when she pressed the buzzing little probe against my asshole.

“Kelly!” I moaned, my voice muffled against her flesh, but she ignored me, pressing the vibrator in further, the shaft sunk deep into my flesh, the rotating beads teasing the outer edges of my pussy, and the hum of the little bird now pressing his long, thin proboscis deep into my ass, his head buried there too, all the way up to his wings.

Her mouth went to work, then, and I knew I couldn’t hold off. I just grabbed onto her hips, rocking with the sensation between my legs, teetering on the edge of release,

my own tongue moving over her clit in a fierce, persistent rhythm. If I was going, I wanted to take her with me.

A moment later, I got my wish, my climax flooding like a tidal wave, my body trembling with the force of it. Kelly moaned and sucked and licked at me even faster as I came. Her hips were bucking and thrusting against my tongue so hard it was difficult to stay on her clit, but I managed, rewarded with her shuddering orgasm, her hips rocking in my hands as she came right along with me.

When she rolled off of me onto the bed, we were both panting with our pleasure.

Her hand was still on the vibrator between my legs-although she had turned it off, she hadn’t taken it out.

“So…” Kelly murmured, going up on her elbow to look at me. “I’ve got an idea…”

“For me and John?” I looked up at her and saw that she was grinning. “Or you and me?”

“Actually…” She turned the vibrator back on, making me moan. “It involves all three of us…”

The vibrator hummed, making my pussy contract around it, and she started to move it slowly in and out. I wiggled, gasping, and knew it was going to be a while before I actually got to hear her idea-but I didn’t mind.