"Or maybe not."
Very briefly, it occurred to Karen that she had not checked with Dwayne as to that last point. But by now, she was already too far gone for niceties. Again, she felt her power.
It's not up to him.
, she told herself.
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Karen answered the door and the two men looked in each other's eyes, not knowing what to say. Steve's face remained neutral, though unmistakable, Dwayne's a little frightened. So she had told him. But no sooner had Dwayne opened his mouth to speak, than Karen took him urgently by the hand. Into her bedroom.
And closed the door.
Up to this point, Steve had done a fair job of balancing the competing emotions of arousal and jealousy. Amazingly, in fact, the former had seemed to be winning. But he hadn't been prepared for the closed door. A feeling not unlike nausea swept over him. He was to be figuratively and literally shut out. He needed to escape, but could not, as something seemed to hold him fast. Again, curiosity. Would he hear a sigh when Dwayne's hand found it's way to her still-covered breast? Would there be a gasp, maybe two, just when the head of his fully-aroused cock made its first contact with her equally-aroused sex? As it began its delicious journey?
Suddenly the trance was broken by the sound of the door opening. And almost immediately, there they were, standing not five feet from him, Karen in front. They were fully clothed.
The fear that Steve had seen on Dwayne's face was gone now. Now they were both looking squarely at him, both smiling gently. Dwayne placed his hands slowly, gently, on Karen's shoulders. Breaking her eye contact with Steve, she turned her head back. Another kiss of pure lust, and now, without breaking the kiss, she unbuttoned her blouse. Which was all it took, since her breasts were small, and a bra seemed superfluous. Just her left breast was now fully exposed and Dwayne's hand wrapped around it in an instant. Karen broke the kiss so she could lock her eyes onto Steve's just as Dwayne's mouth found the hard nipple. She reached down to the hem of her skirt and lifted it to reveal that there was nothing covering her exquisite womanhood. So wonderfully nasty, with most of her clothes still in place. Her pussy. Dwayne's fingers were now brushing ever so lightly along the center of the pussy that would soon be welcoming his now fully-erect cock to press between the engorged lips and then deep inside.
But not yet. Karen broke away and stepped up as close as she could get to where Steve was still seated. Placing her right hand behind his head, she pulled him toward her, arching her back, until her sex was pressed firmly against his mouth. But now it was Steve's turn to tease, licking the inside of her thigh and only accidentally grazing the lips of her crazed cunt. But Karen was to have none of that, and holding his head firmly between both hands, restored the contact that she demanded, finally rewarded as his tongue began slowly circling her nub.
Just then, Steve became aware of motion. Rhythmic motion. Dwayne had come up from behind, bent his knees and had entered her. Karen looked down to Steve, demanding eye contact. She had to say it. "He's fucking me, Steve. Look, Steve. Look at how it's going in and out. God his big cock feels so fucking good inside me!" As Dwayne continued doing just that, she moved with him, but Steve grabbed hold of her ass cheeks, and on each stroke, was still able to flick his tongue across her clit. Finally, she cried out as her explosion began. It was all too much for Dwayne, who could no longer hold back his own release, as he felt the walls of her cunt contracting around him.
And then it was back to the bedroom, all three this time, Dwayne sitting back against the headboard, his legs apart, Karen sitting between them with her back resting on Dwayne's chest, his hands grasping her thighs at the knee, holding them up and apart for her boyfriend. Karen looked into Steve's eyes one more time. This time, it was with both lust and love. Finally, it was time. Time to reclaim.
NOTES
This very short story was my first effort at erotic fiction, early in 2018. Surprisingly, this brought praise from an established author whose works I admire, prompting me to continue writing. I often re-imagine events in the past, but with my current attitudes. Fiction is most often the only way to get a second chance.
