Crazy About the Baumgartners

Chapter Three

“Just one more S’more?” Janie begged, her mouth already rimmed with chocolate.

“One more.” I held up one finger, wagging it at her, but she was already loading her stick with another marshmallow.

“You’re gonna get fat.” Henry stuck out his tongue at his sister when she gave him the finger.

“Don’t let your parents catch you doing that, Janie,” I warned, glancing toward the house at the sound of laughter. The Baumgartners and their guests were in the house. “And Henry, your sister isn’t fat.”

“I didn’t say she was fat,” Henry licked marshmallow off his fingers. “I said she was going to get fat. Especially if she keeps eating S’mores like that.”

“I’m not fat and I eat S’mores,” I said.

“Gretchen, can I please go get my iPod?” Henry asked for the three millionth time.

I rolled my eyes. “Henry, I told you, we can’t interrupt.”

“It will only take me a second.”

“No.”

“It’s in my room. I’ll run in and out, real quick.”

“Henry, I said no.” I started packing up the marshmallows, chocolate and graham crackers, putting them into their respective packages.

“Fine.” He grabbed another marshmallow before I could close the bag. “But what if we have to use the bathroom?”

“I told you.” I put the food into the basket and closed it up. ”If you have to go, I’ll take you in the back and you can use the one in the basement.”

“It’s creepy down there.” Janie shivered, pulling the hood on her hoodie up.

I rolled my eyes again. Was she kidding? The Baumgartners had a huge finished basement with a giant TV, a fireplace, a pool table, several old stand up video games and a full bathroom, including a shower.

“That’s not creepy,” I countered. “You should have seen the basement in my grandma’s house when I was little. It had dirt floors. And just one light bulb that hung down from the ceiling in the middle of the basement.”

“That is creepy!” Janie gaped at me. Henry’s eyes were wide.

“And the only bathroom in the whole house was in the basement,” I added.

“No way!” Janie gasped.

“Will you tell us ghost stories later?” Henry asked, always flirting with his love-hate relationship with all things scary.

“Maybe.” There was no way, of course. They’d be up all night long. And if I had to sleep out in the yard, I intended to actually sleep. I had my own tent with an air mattress in it.

“Can’t I please go get my iPod?” Henry begged. He batted his eyelashes at me when I glared at him, giving me a big, fake grin. “ Pleeeeeease? ”

I relented, a little.

“I’ll tell you what-I’ll go get it when everyone’s asleep.” I glanced up at the house again. They were sitting in the family room with the French doors open, but the screen door closed, letting the night air in. Their voices and occasional bursts laughter floated down to us, but I couldn’t make out what they were saying.

“Oh come on!” Henry made a face. “That’s going to be, like, forever.”

“They’re not as young as they think they are.” I winked at him. “I bet it’s all over by midnight.”

“Besides, Henry, we’ve got the DVD player,” Janie reminded him. “And I’ve got the whole set of Lord of the Rings.”

“Oh all right,” he grumbled. “Are you done eating? Can we watch yet?”

“Gretchen, do you want to watch?” Janie asked, digging the portable DVD player out of her bag and starting to crawl into the tent.

“Sure, let me just put out the fire.” It was one of those fire pits you could buy at Costco or Sam’s Club. Doc had set it up for us and had loaded it with wood around dusk, lighting it for us. We’d roasted hotdogs while the adults inside ate steak. Not that I cared. Hot dogs and S’mores were fine by me and the kids definitely preferred them.

I walked up the hill toward the house, carrying the empty pitcher that had contained lemonade when the night began. Now I used the faucet out back to fill it with water. I heard Mrs. B laughing, a bright, infectious sound. I hesitated at the back of the house, listening. I could hear them talking, the two women.

I’d met Danielle and her “husbands” the day before, when they had taken the Baumgartners out to dinner-although they only introduced Mason, the big guy with the sandy crew cut, as her actual husband. The other one, Nico, a dark haired, dark eyed Italian with an accent to die for, was introduced as their friend. But I knew the truth. I would have known it, even if I hadn’t overheard Mrs. B and Doc talking about their relationship. I could tell, the way they talked to each other, the familiar way they touched each other. I suppose I might have dismissed it as just a European over-friendliness if I hadn’t known. But I did know. They were all lovers.

Tonight, though, it was just Danielle-they called her Dani-who had shown up for dinner with Doc and Mrs. B. The Baumgartners had been anticipating this visit for a month and of course, I knew why. I’d heard them talking about Dani, their former lover, and I knew they both hoped to rekindle things with her-if just for the night. I wondered if Dani’s “husbands” knew about their plan, but I wasn’t in any position to ask.

“Oh my God, Dani, those two men!” Mrs. B exclaimed. “I mean, I knew Mason was a good-looking guy. But Nico too? You are one lucky woman.”

Dani gave a throaty laugh. “Tell me about it.”

“What’s it like, having two men at your beck and call?”

“Well, I don’t know if they’re at my beck and call…” Dani replied. “But having two men? It’s pretty fantastic.”

“I just bet it is.” Mrs. B sighed dreamily. “Don’t tell Doc I asked you. He doesn’t lean that way, but if he thought I wanted it, I think he just might give it a try. For me.”

I moved a little closer, changing the angle of my view. I could see them now as well as hear them, but I was pretty sure they couldn’t see my out in the darkness.

“Mason didn’t lean that way either. At least, I didn’t know he did.” Dani chuckled. “But Mason and Nico are… well, they spend plenty of time together.”

“Where are they tonight?” Mrs. B asked.

“Oh, Mason wanted to take Nico to a Detroit Tigers game. Nico is fascinated with baseball. It’s a boys’ night out.”

“Sounds like fun.” Mrs. B took a sip of her wine. “Doc should be back any time. I thought I’d bought two bottles of wine. I’ve been so busy lately, sometimes I think I’d forget my head if it wasn’t attached.”

“You all seem to be doing well,” Dani said. “Your children have gotten so big! They’re beautiful. So well-behaved.”

“Thank you. We’re good,” Mrs. B agreed. “We miss you, of course.”

There was something in her tone they both seemed to understand. Something passed between them with just a smile.

“What about Gretchen?” Dani asked.

“Gretchen?”

“Yes, your nanny. You aren’t…?” Dani shrugged. “I mean, the way she looks at you, I thought…”

“Oh my God, no,” Mrs. B exclaimed. “She’s so young. We tried a younger woman a while ago. It didn’t work out so well. Gretchen is just the nanny.”

Just the nanny. Like just the roommate.

I swallowed hard, gripping the pitcher hard in my fist.

“Did I tell you, we were approved as foster parents last month?” Mrs. B asked, changing the subject. “We’re hoping to adopt a baby.”

“Really?” Dani sounded genuinely surprised.

“Well you know, I had a lot of trouble conceiving Janie.” Mrs. B’s voice broke. She cleared her throat. “And after Henry was born, they had to take my uterus.”

“I know,” Dani responded softly.

“Haven’t you thought of having kids?” Mrs. B asked. “I mean… another…?”

“I’ve thought about it, but… I don’t know. I guess I just don’t want any more heartache.”

“There’s no guarantee it will happen again.” Mrs. B touched her friend’s arm.

“And no guarantee it won’t.” Dani sipped her wine. “Are you sure you want to go the foster care route? Wouldn’t regular adoption be safer?”

“Safer?” Mrs. B wrinkled her nose. “What do you mean?”

“Well, foster children sometimes go back to their parents, don’t they?”

“It’s true. We close lose a placement.” Mrs. B frowned. “It does happen. But adoption is much, much more expensive. And fostering… even if I had to give a child back, at least they had a home here with us for a little while.”

“I just know it’s not for me.” Dani sighed. “I know the pain of losing a child. I couldn’t… I just couldn’t. Not again.”

Their conversation was interrupted by Doc returning with the wine.

“Hey girls, are you up to no good?” He put the bottle down on the coffee table in front of them. I could see him through the screen and took a step back, hoping he really couldn’t see me.

“There he is,” Mrs. B said warmly. “What did you bring us?”

“Are you two trying to get me drunk?” Dani laughed.

“If we did, would you let us take advantage of you?” Doc grinned.

“Probably,” Dani replied coyly.

I walked back down the hill with the water pitcher and poured it over the fire, listening to it hiss as it went out. Janie and Henry were in the tent watching Lord of the Rings, the screen zipped up against the onslaught of mosquitos. I didn’t join them. Instead, I went into my own tent, curling up on my comfortable air mattress and zipping my mosquito netting closed. I just wanted a half an hour to myself. Between the Baumgartners’ guests and the Baumgartners’ kids, I’d been in “entertainment” mode for two days.

I stretched out and looked through the “moon roof” of my tent-really, it was the Baumgartners’ tent-up at the stars. I thought of Ronnie and wondered, if we were still “together,” if she would have taken advantage of tonight to be with Vince. I wondered if Dani’s two men, her husband and her lover, knew that she was going to spend the night in the Baumgartners’ bed.

Not that any of it was my business. Ronnie’s life wasn’t a part of mine anymore. I’d called her a few times, but she hadn’t returned my calls. And the Baumgartners-well, they had their right to privacy. If they both wanted to sleep with another woman, they were adults. Lots of people had open marriages. It didn’t bother me. I wasn’t one to judge.

What bothered me was how shocked Mrs. B had been when Dani hinted that the Baumgartners might be sleeping with me. Why had she denied it so vehemently? I mean, what she said was true-they weren’t sleeping with me. They’d never even hinted at wanting to. Which was another thing that kind of bothered me. I mean, not in a real way. It wasn’t a big deal. But they had seduced Ronnie, hadn’t they?

What was wrong with me?

I guess that’s what I was really thinking about as I looked up at the stars, just before I fell asleep. At least, that’s the last thing I remembered thinking about before Henry crawled into my tent. I heard the mosquito net zipper and grabbed the flashlight, shining it on him, relieved. I figured it was only one of the kids, but a momentary fear of an ax-wielding serial killer had flitted through my brain.

“What’s up?” I asked, directing the light to the tent wall and out of his eyes.

“Janie fell asleep.” He made a face. “She’s snoring and drooling all over her pillow. It’s gross.”

“Oh no, you’re not sleeping in here.” I shook my head. “Don’t even think about it.”

“No, I just want my iPod,” he reminded me. “So I can put on my earphones and listen to music.”

I sighed, digging my phone out of my shorts pocket and checking the time. It was almost one in the morning. Surely the Baumgartners’ guest had gone back to her hotel room? She wouldn’t stay over until morning, of course. The Baumgartners were too careful for that. They didn’t even have a guest room anymore, since I’d moved in.

“Okay,” I agreed. “You stay here. I’ll be right back. Do not come up to the house for any reason, you understand me?”

“Got it.” He gave me the Boy Scout salute again.

I crawled out of the tent. The grass was damp on my bare feet as I made my way to the house. The French doors were closed now, but they weren’t locked. I peeked inside, listening, but didn’t hear anything.

If my luck held out, I could get down the hall to Henry’s room and back out without anyone knowing I’d ever been in the house. I went through the family room, into the kitchen. There were dishes still on the sink, including several wine glasses and two empty bottles of wine. I tiptoed past the stairs, down the hall toward the kids’ bedrooms. Henry’s was on the left, past the bathroom. I found his iPod and headphones next to his bed and grabbed it, putting it in my pocket before heading back down the hall again.

I was passing the stairs, heading toward the kitchen, when I heard them.

I should have kept going. In fact, I told myself that very thing. Keep going. Henry’s waiting. Don’t do this. But I did it anyway. I couldn’t seem to help myself. I turned and climbed up the carpeted stairs, avoiding the creaky fourth one. I’d lived there long enough now to know about the house’s little quirks.

What do you think you’re doing?

My brain was going wild, telling me to turn back, that I was risking my job and my future. I knew this was just plain crazy. But I peeked around the corner, seeing the Baumgartners’ door part way open. And I could hear them, even from here. I could hear their moans. The clear and unmistakable sound of sex.

“Oh God, Dani, yes!” That was Mrs. B. “Lick it! Yes! Yes!”

I needed to go. The kids were outside by themselves. I had more visions of an ax-wielding serial killer fly through my brain. But now I had other visions too-spurred by auditory cues. Doc groaning. Mrs. B moaning. Dani crying out. I bit my lip, squeezing my legs together like I had to pee-trying to hold back my own desire. Trying to fight against it.

But it was no use.

I crawled on my hands and knees down the hall on the thick carpet, trying to keep my heart from hammering right out of my chest. I’d spent some time talking with the “adults” before they went to dinner the night before, and I had to admit, while Mason was a big, strong, strapping man and Nico just exuded sex from every pore, it was Dani I couldn’t take my eyes off of. She was a tall woman, with long, dark hair, big dark eyes, and the longest legs I’d ever seen. Stunning was the word for Dani. She took your breath away when she walked into a room.

That’s what compelled me. At least that’s what I told myself as I crept down the hallway, listening to them having sex. I’d heard Doc and Mrs. B having sex since that first night but I’d been a good girl. I just rolled over and went back to sleep. But I had to admit I was curious. I just wanted one glimpse. Mrs. B in the flesh. Doc’s cock-she praised it often enough during sex, I just wanted to see for myself. And Dani. Perfect Dani. They’d been talking about her for weeks and now I understood why.

Was I jealous? Maybe a little. But I was more than a little curious. I had to see. So I kept going forward, risking everything, knowing if I got caught, it was all over. The door was ajar, but not open. I stopped just outside of the slant of light, sitting back on my heels, knees open, holding my breath. They were still going at it. And now, I could see what they were doing.

It was just like my fantasy, like Doc’s, the one he’d detailed to Mrs. B that night. Dani had her ass up in the air-a beautiful ass, slim legs, a long torso, back arched-and her face buried between Mrs. B’s spread, tanned thighs. Doc was behind Dani, fully erect, but he hadn’t entered her. Not yet. His fingers moved up and down her slit. She was shaved. I could see that much.

Okay, you’ve seen, now go!

But I didn’t go. I couldn’t tear my gaze from the scene in front of me, all that glorious skin, the sound and scent of their pleasure. I could even smell their sex and it made my panties even wetter. I leaned over a little, trying to see beyond Dani’s dark head. I wanted to see all of Mrs. B-although everything I could see was mouthwatering. Her breasts were heavy, nipples fat and dark, her skin all-over tanned. Her mouth was open, head back, eyes closed.

I realized they were too busy to notice me, or anything else, for that matter.

“Put it in her, baby,” Mrs. B whispered, focusing long enough to meet Doc’s eyes over Dani’s head. “Do you want his cock, Dani?”

I was looking at Doc’s cock and I couldn’t imagine Dani would say no. It wasn’t Mr. Monster Porn size, but it was quite respectable. And the man it was attached to was quite fine.

“Mmmm hmmmm.” Dani just murmured her assent. She was too busy between Mrs. B’s thighs to do much more. But she did wiggle her ass back at him, pushing his fingers in even deeper.

Doc slid his fingers out, putting them in his mouth to lick them off. She looked delicious. Her pussy lips were fat and swollen and I wanted to part them with my tongue. Apparently, Doc had the same urge, because he parted her cheeks with his hands and buried his face between Dani’s thighs. I heard her moan against Mrs. B’s pussy when he did that.

“Mmm does she taste good?” Mrs. B asked her husband, eyes bright. Her hands moved underneath the other woman, kneading her breasts.

“Come find out for yourself.” Doc stopped long enough to say.

Mrs. B grabbed a handful of Dani’s hair, slowly pulling her back. The women’s’ eyes locked and then they moved in to kiss, mouths slanting. I saw the flash of their pink tongues, breasts pressed together, limbs twining. Doc watched too, hand wrapped around his cock, stroking lightly as he watched his wife and another woman kissing on his bed.

And I watched too. I couldn’t stop. My mouth went dry and my pussy got wet as Mrs. B pushed Dani onto her back on the bed. I couldn’t have had a better view because Mrs. B stayed slightly to the side so her husband could see her spread Dani’s lips with thumb and forefinger. She teased the brunette’s clit with her long, red fingernail, making her gasp.

“Such a pretty pussy.” Mrs. B slapped her vulva and Dani cried out, eyes widening.

“Spit on it,” Doc urged. “Spit on that little clit.”

Mrs. B did as he asked, and we all watched the saliva slide down her slit.

“Now suck it,” he instructed.

Mrs. B dove in and I couldn’t see Dani’s pussy anymore. Her mouth covered it, blonde head in the way. But I saw Dani’s eyes close, her head roll back, a long, low moan escaping her parted lips.

“That’s it.” Doc’s hand pumped a little faster on his cock. “Suck it, baby. Suck it like a tiny little cock.”

“Oh Carrie, yes!” Dani lost her hands in Mrs. B’s long blond hair, grinding her hips up to meet her mouth.

Mrs. B’s hands crept up to cup the brunette’s breasts, thumbing her nipples. Doc knelt up behind his wife, whose ass wagged in the air. I couldn’t see Dani’s pussy anymore, but I could see hers. I had no idea how she did it, but her pussy was tanned too, a fat, swollen, tanned little mound of flesh, making the insides look even more pink and Doc spread them with this fingers.

“I’m gonna fuck that pussy.” Doc worked his fingers in, twisting, plunging.

She moaned against Dani’s pussy when her husband slapped his cock against her ass. He left a trail of pre-cum across her skin. Then he slipped his cock through her slit for a minute, up and down, making the head wet, before grabbing her hips and shoving into her.

I bit my lip to keep from crying out, but Mrs. B did. She moaned and shook her head from side to side like a dog with a bone, her mouth still fastened to Dani’s pussy.

“Oh yes! Yes!” Dani rocked her hips up, spreading her legs wider, her own hands covering Mrs. B’s, kneading her breasts. “Oh fuck make me come in your mouth! All over your face!”

Doc drove Mrs. B forward into Dani’s flesh, each thrust taking them all a little bit higher. And I couldn’t help myself. I spread my own legs and slid a hand under the elastic band of my shorts. The crotch of my panties was soaked. I rubbed my hand over them, feeling the swollen heat of my pussy lips, watching Doc fuck his wife.

And Dani climax. She shuddered and cried out, hips bucking up, forcing Mrs. B to grab her and hold on tight. Doc slowed, watching her orgasm, and I circled my clit with my fingers, the sensation spreading from my pussy down my thighs, up through my belly, hardening my nipples. I watched Doc slowly withdraw his erection. He glistened with his wife’s juices, the sound of his hand moving making a slick noise as he sat back on his heels, watching the two women kiss.

Mrs. B took Dani in her arms, letting the brunette taste herself, their tongues snaking out, twining, meshing, bodies pressed together. I imagined being in between the two of them and my pussy spasmed at the thought, clamping down on nothing. God I wanted to be fucked. Apparently, Dani did too. She rolled out from under Mrs. B and got up on her hands and knees, looking over her shoulder at Doc.

“Please,” she begged, shoulders to the bed, hands spreading her ass wide for him. “Fuck me. Do it, Doc. I want your cock.”

He groaned and complied, positioning himself behind her, grabbing her hips and sliding in deep, cock still wet from his wife’s pussy juices. He didn’t hesitate. His fingers dug into her ass as he pounded her against the mattress, driving her hips down until they were flat against the bed, Dani fisting the comforter at first and then bracing herself, palms flat against the headboard, to keep from sliding any further.

Next to them, Mrs. B was putting on a show. Of course she didn’t know it. But she was putting on a show for me. She played with her pussy, eyes half closed as she watched her husband fuck another woman. There was no hint of anger or jealousy in those eyes-just pure lust. Her fingers circled her clit, just like mine did, her other hand running up that long, tanned torso to the heavy mounds of her breasts. Her nipples were hard. I could see that from where I was sitting on the floor, my hand shoved deep into my shorts.

“You love watching, don’t you?” Doc reached over, slapping Mrs. B’s tanned thigh, spreading her wider so he could see.

Yes, I do love watching.

But he wasn’t talking to me, he was talking to his wife. She bit her lip and nodded, meeting his eyes as she circled her clit, faster and faster. Dani ground her hips up against Doc’s cock, a gesture of don’t forget me, and he groaned, rolling his own hips and slamming her into the mattress.

“Oh fuck her hard, Doc,” Mrs. B gasped. “Give her that big hard dick! She loves it. Don’t you, Dani?”

“Mmmm yes!” Dani arched, meeting him, thrust for thrust. “Harder! Oh fuck! Pound my pussy! Do it!”

I tried not to make any sound as I rubbed my own clit even faster, watching Mrs. B play with herself and Doc fuck Dani so hard the whole bed shook and the headboard banged against the wall. I’d heard that sound plenty of times in the middle of the night but now I was seeing exactly what they looked like when they fucked that way.

“Don’t come yet,” Mrs.. B begged her husband, her fingers plunging in and out of her sopping wet pussy. “I want your cock. Please, baby. Fuck me too.”

Oh me too, meeee tooo. My pussy begged for it and I slipped two fingers inside, hoping to ease the ache, keeping my thumb against my clit, rubbing, rubbing. My hips moved all on their own, watching Doc fuck Dani, wishing I was the one pinned to the bed, taking that hard dick. My nipples were so hard in my bra they hurt.

“Get over here.” Doc gripped his wife’s thigh, his eyes dark as he watched her fucking herself with her fingers. “Get on top of her.”

Mrs. B rolled to her hands and knees and her husband grabbed her hair, pulling her closer, closer, then slid his cock out of Dani’s pussy. I heard it come out of her. It made a wet, sucking sound. Dani cried out at the loss, but Doc was shoving his hard dick into his wife’s open mouth. She gagged and took it, eyes watering, looking up and meeting his gaze. Dani glanced back, watching, her face full of lust and longing. I knew just how she felt, except I wouldn’t be on the receiving end of that cock. Only in my dreams.

“Get on top of her,” he said again, shifting his hips back, taking his cock away from his wife. She went after it with her mouth, hungry, eager, but he held her back by her hair, directing her onto Dani. He slapped Mrs. B’s ass as she climbed on top of her friend, easing her way down, so they were both on their bellies, Mrs. B on top of Dani. I knew where he was going with this but I watched, incredulous, as he slid into his wife’s wet pussy first-the one on top.

Mrs. B slipped her arms under Dani’s shoulders, moving her hair out of the way so they could kiss. Dani turned her head, mouth seeking her friend’s, tongue licking her lips. Doc grabbed his wife’s hips, slamming into her, making both women moan at the motion. Dani’s hand was underneath, her fingers moving on her clit as Doc fucked Mrs. B and the two women kissed.

Then Doc reached under and grabbed Dani’s hips, pulling them up so he could plunge his cock into her instead. Dani cried out, breaking the kiss, as Doc fucked her. Mrs. B’s fingers were playing with her own clit from underneath too, both women moaning and writhing on the bed, on each other, under Doc’s onslaught. First one. Then the other. Back and forth. Up and down. They were all so sweaty, panting, like animals. It made me heady with longing.

And so was I. I could barely keep myself upright, my hips thrusting forward as I fingered myself, imagining it. What if I was on top of Mrs. B? What if he had three pussies to fuck? I whimpered, trying to keep myself quiet, but it was hard. So hard.

“Oh I’m gonna come!” Mrs. B cried. Her husband’s cock was buried balls deep and he stayed there, grinding, until she screamed, calling his name, shuddering all over.

“Fuck! Oh! Fuck! Me too!” Dani gasped from beneath her, both women cheek to cheek.

Doc heard and withdrew his cock from his wife’s spasming cunt, thrusting into Dani’s, making her scream too. She climaxed, rearing up so that Mrs. B was forced to roll off onto her back on the bed, still gasping and breathless from her own orgasm.

“Jesus Christ.” Doc huffed, withdrawing slowly from Dani’s pussy, his whole crotch soaked. He was dripping sweat, his body, almost as tanned as his wife’s, glistening in the lamp light as he collapsed onto his back on the bed between his wife and Dani. His cock was still rock hard, standing straight up, and I wanted to crawl up onto the bed and take it into my mouth.

After all, both of the other two women were still recovering from their orgasms and Doc was in need of relief. I could almost taste his cum at the back of my throat. God, I wanted it. I desperately wanted it. My pussy throbbed and I strummed my aching clit, feeling my own climax coming. Soon. So very close.

But then the two women, like they had the same thought at the same time, situated themselves on either side of Doc and proceeded to kiss each other over the head of his cock. I licked my lips, brushing my nipples through my t-shirt and furiously rubbing at my clit as I watched them take turns, first Dani, then Mrs. B, sucking his cock.

“Who wants it?” Doc asked with a low growl. “Who wants my cum?”

“Me!” The both said it at the same time and he groaned, pulling Mrs. B off his cock and stroking it hard and fast, hips bucking up, the first spray hitting her cheek. Dani went right in, her tongue licking it from Mrs. B’s face as the second shot rose up like a geyser, right between them, both women fighting to cover the head of his cock, shoving his hand off, their fists encircling him, pumping, looking for more.

I moaned. I couldn’t help it. My pussy was on fire, spasming, my orgasm ripping through me, my pussy making squelching noises as I fucked myself. I ached to taste that cum in my throat, imagining all of our tongues fighting for it, licking it off each other’s faces. My pussy clenched around my fingers and I wished it was a hard cock buried deep, filling me again and again. Then I collapsed onto the carpet in the slant of light coming from the bedroom door, shaking so hard I didn’t think I could ever move on my own again.

“Such good girls,” I heard Doc murmur. “God we’ve missed you, Dani.”

I slid my hand out of my panties, lifting my fingers to my mouth to suck them. I found myself wishing it was Mrs. B’s pussy I was tasting. I wanted to know what those fat lips felt like in my mouth, her clit hard against my tongue. I could smell the heat of my own pussy mixing with the scent of their sex. God, I loved the smell of cum.

“Did you hear something?” Mrs. B asked.

My eyes flew open and I realized I could see them. Just their feet and legs-they were all in a huddle on the bed-but if they sat up, they could see me, practically passed out in the hallway, still panting from getting myself off while I watched them have sex.

I was in so much trouble.

“The kids?” Doc asked, still sounding out of breath.

“Maybe.”

I heard them shifting on the bed and sat up, glancing around. There was only one place to go. I crawled quickly into my room-thank God the door was open and the light was off-hiding behind the door. I heard someone walking down the hall.

“Gretchen?” Mrs. B called.

I closed my eyes tight, willing my heart to stop in my chest, because I was sure she could hear it beating. I held my breath, waiting to be discovered.

“Do you see them?” Doc called.

“The fire’s out. There’s no light in the tents. I think they’re sleeping,” Mrs. B called. She was in the bathroom, looking into the backyard. I heard the toilet flush, the sink running.

“Oh I need a shower,” I heard Dani say as Mrs. B went back into the bedroom.

“Mm let’s go get clean,” Doc said. “Then we can do it again and get all dirty.”

I cowered behind the bedroom door, waiting for them all to go down the hall to the bathroom. I waited until I heard the bathroom door close and the shower go on. I waited longer, counting to a hundred-Mississippi. Twice. Then I heard the sound of moaning from the bathroom and I knew the coast was really clear. They were busy again.

My pussy twinged as I hesitated outside of the bathroom door, imagining what was going on in there, but I didn’t linger long. I crept back down the stairs and outside, shutting the patio doors behind me. There was dew on the grass already and I ran through it in my bare feet in the moonlight, shivering. I peeked inside my tent, seeing Henry asleep, snoring just as loudly as he’d complained Janie did. I smiled, zipping the mosquito netting back up and checking on Janie. She was snoring too.

I climbed inside her tent, forgoing my air mattress for the night. I would tell Henry he’d been asleep when I brought out his iPod and I just decided to climb in with Janie. And no one would ever know that I’d just watched their parents have sex and masturbated until I came so hard I could barely see. No one would ever know that I’d watched them have sex with another woman and I’d wished the whole time it was me.