PART V Kylie and John Consummate
After I woke up, I spent the next day trying to figure out what happened two nights before. My wife, Wendy, was either too tired or too clever to answer anything but direct questions, and she was careful to pretend that she hadn't mutually masturbated with Tom in the bathroom while she thought I was sleeping. She certainly wouldn't mention the island. When I asked her about what happened after the dinner, she was vague.
"It's all a blur. It was a lot of fun, though." "We did lots of stuff, I just don't remember the details." Short of asking her directly, "did you fuck Tom," I couldn't get anything to pin her down.
Around 2:00 that afternoon, Wendy said she was headed for town to get some stuff from the drug store. Condoms leaped into my mind. Tom volunteered himself to join her, saying he needed some things as well. Although I was still hurt at being left out and left in the dark, I wasn't jealous, really. And those two heading into town meant Tom's wife, Kylie, and I were here alone. As I formulated a plan to ply the information from Kylie, Wendy pulled me in for a good bye kiss and playfully said, "don't do anything we wouldn't do."
"That includes anything we did the other night," called Tom from outside the front door. He, Wendy and Kylie all laughed knowingly. This was becoming torturous.
Kylie headed for the kitchen to make some late lunch. "You hungry," she asked.
"Starving," I said. As I sat at the kitchen table, I decided I had to try the direct approach with Kylie. "So, what happened after dinner the other night?"
"Well, I think you had two glasses of wine and three glasses of scotch and took yourself out of play," she said, feigning criticism. "We had fun, that's all."
"I found four condoms in trash, there could have been more. I'm serious–" I was starting to get angry.
"Yeah, Tom was an animal that night," Kylie said, almost wistfully. She turned to see my shocked face. "What is it?"
"So you guys fucked the other night?!?" I practically snapped. This was getting ridiculous. I mean, I knew about Wendy's fascination with Tom's cock, and that she had jerked him off at least twice. That didn't really bother me—I mean it was like me getting a happy ending, right? I mean it's not like she blew him or anything. I would have thought that a threesome with his wife would have been a big deal.
"Yeah!" she fired back, angry at me. "Are you jealous or something?"
"Yes, I am," I said incredulously. "How could I not be? How is it fair that Tom gets to do that, but I don't?"
"Oh, come on John, you were way too drunk to–" she said as she turned to make lunch on the counter.
"So I'm cut out completely?" I interrupted her, showing the week's frustration. Tom was getting hand jobs and jerking off in front of my wife, apparently fucking her and Kylie in a threesome while I slept a few feet away. I lost my temper: "And, if you have to make me say it, I wanted to fuck you." That last phrase hit her hard. She put down the kitchen utensils she had been using, and turned to face me completely.
"Really?" she said, suddenly her voice was softer and more intimate. "I have to say," she took a sultry step toward me with each beat of her voice, "I was hoping you felt that way." Her long, slender, fingers were in my hair, her lips inches from mine. I could taste her sweet breath on my mouth. In that moment, I lost all control.
Her soft lips gently pressed against mine. As my arms pulled her into me, my cock, straining against the cloth of my shorts, pressed against her flat stomach and her tongue slipped into my mouth. A cascade of Kylie's smells wafted through my senses: her perfume, her shampoo, her body lotion and her musky pussy scent. We kissed for what seemed like days. My hands caressed and roamed her back, her hair and her smooth, soft buttocks and upper thighs.
"That night, I imagined that Tom was you, John," she whispered in my ear. My cock jerked. "And I watched you and Wendy yesterday morning—you made me so horny. I watched you take her while she was sleeping," her voice was still soft, but was nearly breathless, "the way you moved your cock inside her pussy—oh God, I wanted to jump in and make you fuck me that way."
With that, I grabbed her hand and quickly lead her into the living room. I pulled off her t-shirt and untied her bikini top, revealing her gorgeous, perky C-cup breasts. They were perfectly tanned mocha, and draped beautifully over her taut ribcage, pointing to the ceiling as she stood erect. I cupped them in my hands as we continued our kiss from the kitchen. I broke off with her only to plant soft kisses down her tender young neck, her chest and then I slowly suckled her breasts as she moaned.
In a flash, my shorts and t-shirt were off and Kylie sexily slinked out of her bikini bottom. Her hips flared as the thin fabric shimmied down her thighs and landed at her feet. She stepped out of it and towards me as we kissed again. I felt her manicured fingernails gently dance over my balls and cock.
"Oh John! Your cock is so nice," she said as she knelt down in front of me. "It's so much bigger than it looked when you were fucking your wife." She pushed me into the armchair and crawled on her knees closer to me. I couldn't help think of her husband's massive member. She was obviously trying to bolster my ego, telling me how big my cock was. She grabbed my cock firmly with her right hand, as she kissed me again. Her lips were like rose petals. I thought of how my wife's plump lips and body were a contrast to Kylie's slim, taut features. Even her kisses seemed younger and livelier.
She kissed her way down my chest, and waist, to my groin. She teasingly kissed my upper thighs, purposely avoiding my cock and scrotum. I could feel her gentle breath on my pubic hair. My cock grew larger and larger as she tortured me.
