Cool With Her by Kenny Wright Page B

pulled off Casey, looking back at her friend. “One of my biggest regrets.”
    She didn’t wait for a response. She went right back to Casey, slipping to the floor and opening the other woman’s thighs. Looking up at Casey, Beth said, “Watch them. Enjoy it.”
    With that, Beth pulled Casey’s thong to the side. I caught a flash of glistening pink before Beth lowered her mouth.
    I wrapped my hand around my cock, pumping it slowly as I watched Beth go down on another woman. My head spun. My mind reeled. Yet when Beth looked up at Casey, tugged at her thong, and said, “Let’s take this off,” it was my wife’s familiar voice making the suggestion.
    “Shaved,” Beth said, running her thumb across Casey’s bald mound. “Naughty, naughty.”
    “Waxed, actually. Just a couple days ago.”
    “Mmm, even better.” Beth lifted Casey’s legs over her shoulders. Pressing her middle and index fingers together, she twisted them around and deftly pushed them into Casey’s pussy. Her tongue fell on the other woman’s clit a beat later. The timing was so perfect, so fluid, that any doubt that this was her first time was gone.
    Casey raked her fingers through Beth’s hair, moaning as my wife went to work on her. “Uh, God, oh my...God!”
    Beth lifted her mouth from Casey’s sex long enough to ask, “Are you watching Amber and Paul? Because as good as your pussy tastes, I wouldn’t want to deprive you of your all-time fantasy of watching another couple.”
    Casey giggled. “I can multi-task, don’t worry.” To Amber and Paul, who’d slowed their pace, she said, “Give me a show.”
    Paul didn’t need any further encouragement. He rose up onto his haunches, bending Amber deeper over the coffee table as he took her. She braced herself on her elbows, her beautiful face grimacing with each heavy thrust.
    Paul fucked like an animal. He slapped her ass. He pulled her hair. He used her body more than made love to it. He used it while all the while staring at my wife—stripped down to her pink bra and thong—as she ate out another woman.
    I couldn’t get comfortable. Not with the way that he eye-fucked my wife. Not with the way he took Amber. Certainly not with that tickle of an idea that he’d be fucking Beth this way at some point before we got out of this house. And yet I was harder than I’d ever been all night—something that had almost no connection to Beth’s tongue in Casey’s pussy.
    As I watched Paul drill Amber, I forced the issue. Could I take him doing this to Beth? Did I secretly want that?
    Fucking hell, yes, I did.
    I dialed back my stroking as the two sets of lovers neared release. Casey tried to watch Paul and Amber, but her eyes glazed over as Beth worked her magic. She gritted her teeth and reclined against the sofa. Beth’s tongue danced across her pussy; her fingers curled inward and upward, hitting Casey’s g-spot over and over until she shattered her world.
    “Ah—AH!” Casey screamed as she came, her legs twisting around Beth’s head, ankles locked. Beth had to yank free or suffocate, her thumb replacing her mouth as she milked the tail end of Casey’s orgasm.
    When Beth looked up at me, she looked sheepish. So that happened , she seemed to say. I wanted to grab her and take her hard at that embarrassed smile alone, but before I could do anything, Amber’s cry reminded us that we weren’t alone.
    “Is that all you’ve got?” Amber’s challenge sliced through the rising aria of moans and gasps. “Do I need to find a real man to fuck me?”
    Paul redoubled his efforts, his fingers squeezing her hips so tightly that he left white marks in her skin.
    “Jason over there looks ready to take care of me. Aren’t you, Jace?”
    I looked at Beth, who gave a short nod. God, I loved this woman.
    “Always,” I said.
    Amber twisted out of Paul’s grasp, turning swiftly to shove him back into the love seat. She crawled over him, long limbs over his muscled body. With her face in his,