This is a continuation of The Skylark Solution.
Reading The Skylark Solution Part One will give you much needed context for this story.
Featuring
Carter: my nearly forty-year-old husband.
Skylark: Carter's cousin, who is pregnant. She came to live with us in Part One.
Isabella Emily: A wife, a writer, a pervert, a pleasure seeker, and your humble escort through this story.
If you'd like to read more about Skylark, Carter, and I please let me know in the comments.
IsabellaEmily
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From Part One:
I leaned over and whispered in her ear.
"Carter will be home in about two hours." I told her.
"You're......not.......are you......?" she stammered.
"Yes. I am. He will." I smiled at her again and felt my heart begin to thud. "And I promise you that he'll be thrilled to fuck you."
Now:
"When we mentioned Carter before I told you that he loved you and would want you to experience anything that you wanted or needed to make yourself happy." I told Skylark.
I reached out and pushed a strand of her red hair that had fallen across her forehead back into place.
"Let me tell you that I think he would be more than happy to fuck you if you needed him to. He's clean of course, and like you said you wouldn't have to worry about getting pregnant." I said it, and then held my breath, letting the suggestion hang there in the air.
She was completely quiet and still sitting next to me, but I knew her mind was spinning. After a while she spoke quietly.
"Wouldn't he think it was strange? Even wrong? To fuck his own cousin?" she asked.
"Oh, he'd think it was strange all right. And it probably is. But Skylark you need to understand something. To Carter and I strange is an absolute turn on. Strange isn't something that we think of as bad. We've done a lot of stuff that others think of as strange, and we've enjoyed all of it. In fact, a lot of times, the stranger the idea is, the hornier it makes us both."
I was aware that she was breathing deeply, and I swore I could hear her heartbeat. I gave her a squeeze.
"As far as wrong I guess he would have to answer for himself, but we have an awfully close friend who started fucking her own brother after her husband died and that has been going on for five or six years now. Not only is Carter not bothered by it, but he finds it a turn on. If two people love each other and aren't hurting anyone then Carter and I tend to think fun is fair game between them."
"How would we.....I mean how do......how would I even bring it up? How would we even see if he was interested?" her voice was trembling, and I knew then that she wanted it to happen.
"That part would be incredibly simple." I told her. "Remember that you're sitting on the couch with a pervert and degenerate."
"Oh yeah. I forgot that for a minute there." She smiled.
"I did try my best to hide it from you." I said with a wink.
"Seeing you suck on that vibrator while having an orgasm should have been a clue." She giggled.
"You mean while trying to have an orgasm. I didn't really get to finish." I corrected her.
"Oh no. I'm so sorry, I didn't realize!" Her face suddenly clouded.
"It's okay," I laughed, "often the longer the buildup the more intense the release is when it finally happens!"
"I still feel bad! I should have waited in the kitchen until you were done." Skylark whispered.
"Aren't you the voyeur all of the sudden!" I said.
"I guess I am. I always have been." She admitted.
"No need to feel out of place here. I am too." I said with a huge smile. "A voyeur and an exhibitionist. Having someone watch always adds a layer of tension."
"Do you like watching guys or girls?" she asked.
"Oh both!" I said. "If you watch a guy stroke himself you can learn so much about what he likes, and what sort of speed and motion he needs. And of course, when he gets to the point of no return there's the bonus of getting to see the results of his arousal and effort shoot out of his cock."
"That is something I've always enjoyed too. Seeing a man cum." She said.
"However," I continued, "watching another woman is really nice too, because they tend to care much more about the buildup, so they don't just rush through to get to the finish. Plus, I know what a female orgasm feels like, so it's easy to live vicariously through each moment of her buildup and pleasure and orgasm."
"Do you have a preference as to who watches you?" she asked, looking me right in the eyes and holding her gaze steady.
"As long as it's someone I'm sexually attracted to and they want to watch I don't have much preference." I told her. "Overall, I think it's pretty safe to say that men have a harder time sitting and watching without wanting to either start stroking themselves or join in and start helping. Women are usually much more patient and able to hold back. Plus I think the same thing is true for many women that's true for me. They enjoy watching another female because they know what it feels like."
Skylark shifted in her seat, and again I had the sense that she was trying to find the words to voice what was on her mind. Still smiling I caught her eyes, and gave her a wink.
"If you'd like to be watched sometime let me know. I would really enjoy having a front row seat to watching another woman make herself cum." She said quietly.
"Skylark, I'm still dripping from making you cum before. If you're sure that you'd be willing to watch me play, I do really want to cum. In fact, right now I really need to cum." I said.
"Don't be shy then." She told me. Her eyes were bright. "Show me what you've got."
I undid the robe and stood up. I threw the robe onto one of the easy chairs and sat back down on the couch. Skylark was still sitting on the other end, with her feet under her and her knees pointed towards me. I put my head on one of the pillows and stretched out, putting my feet in her lap.
I closed my eyes and let my hands wander to my breasts. I fluttered my fingers along the sensitive skin, moving them slowly closer to my sensitive nipples. I gave both nipples a light pinch and felt a wave of the heat push through me as my body responded to my fingers. I put three fingers in my mouth and then spread my hot saliva over my breast, tracing a circle around and around my areola. I moaned softly and began to breath hard.
I spread my legs apart, putting my right leg up on the back of the couch, and ensuring that Skylark could see how swollen and wet my pussy was. I moved one hand down to my stomach and lingered there, tickling my fingers across my belly while concentrating on feeling the erotic need inside me.
I'd been well on my way to a positively mind-blowing orgasm when Skylark had walked in before, and our sexually charged conversation had kept my juices flowing, both figuratively and literally.
Not to mention the fact that several years ago I'd found that tonguing another woman to orgasm turned me on in ways that I couldn't imagine. My time spent with my mouth on Skylark's cunt and my hands roaming her body had aroused me the same as if someone had been performing foreplay on me.
"Fuuuuuck," I moaned, as I pushed my fingers down towards my vagina. I resisted the urge to put a finger on my clit and instead began to tickle the lips of my cunt, slowly flicking my fingers up and down.
"Ooooh," Skylark breathed out heavily and I opened my eyes to see her leaning forward and staring at what my fingers were doing. Her tongue was moving slowly back and forth across her lower lip and the sight of her doing that was almost more than I could stand.
"I'm so fucking close already." I told her in a trembling whisper.
She put her hands on my foot that was in her lap, and I felt her squeeze it sensually. That skin on skin contact was enough to cause me to breath in deeply and contract my whole body. I had to force myself to relax my legs, as I felt my pussy clench in anticipation.
I stopped tracing circles around my nipple and used the fingers of my left hand to spread my pussy lips apart. I took the middle finger of my right hand and began to slowly tap it against my clitoris.
My body responded as it always does to that, with what felt like hot sparks arcing from the underside of my clit with each tap. Each of those sparks burst within me, and a surge of erotic electricity pulsed from my clit. It jumped down to my cunt, and I could feel it throb and clench and pulse and grow in needful hunger for a cock. Each time it throbbed the empty feeling caused that hunger to grow, and I growled deep in my chest as my anus began to clench as well.
The electric surge also traveled up, spreading pleasurable heat through my stomach, before shooting into my breasts, causing my already rock-hard nipples to almost ache with tension.
I pushed my finger into my wetness, and then brought it back to my clit to tap it again.
And again.
And again.
Each tap caused another surge of electricity through me, and the feeling in my cunt, and in my anus, and in each nipple was almost more than I could stand. My legs and arms began to tense as well, and I kept the slow pace of my finger on my clit.
I realized I was moaning in rhythm with the tapping of my finger, and every nerve ending in my body was crying for more. I pushed my finger into my wetness again and resumed the slippery tapping on my clit.
I repeated that rhythm, counting to ten taps and then fucking my finger into my hole. I slid it in and out twice and then moved it back to my clit.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
Six.
Seven.
Eight.
Nine.
