Exit Strategy with Perky Perks

'Oooh...! Aaah... mmm... yeah, that's nice, keep going!'

From under the desk comes a grunt of agreement.

'Well, damn it... You filthy slut!'

Barbra lets out a terrified scream and a loud thud lets me know that the man between her legs has hit his head pretty hard. He's swearing like a sailor, just right, I think, asshole.

Then he crawls out from under the desk with difficulty, rubbing the back of his head with his hand, face red from exertion.

Fuck, that's her boss. Holy cow. And that bastard is married, for goodness' sake.

How low can you sink. Ha, at least on his knees, that's for sure.

Furious, but not as surprised as I should be, I turn around and storm out of the office, behind me I hear Barbra calling my name in despair. Her stiletto heels click like machine gun shots on the tiles of the reception area, she desperately begs me to slow down. She better watch out she doesn't trip; she's probably still got her panties hanging around her ankles.

The slut.

The untrustworthy, lying, cheating slut!

But I'm done with it. Really done with it.

I'm already standing outside my car, searching in my jacket pocket for my car keys, when she finally catches up with me. I'm still fuming, my legs are shaking. I'm almost wondering if it's wise to get in the car in this state of mind.

'Declan, please, I- I- I'm sorry, I don't know-' She puts her hand on my arm, but I shake it off. Apart from the fact that I have my suspicions about where that hand has been a moment ago, I'm so disgusted by her that any touch is too much for me. I look at her, fire in my eyes, and she immediately looks down in shame.

'How long has this been going on?' I ask, raising my voice. Barbra looks around worriedly, apparently afraid of onlookers. Silly goose, does she really think that all her colleagues aren't standing in front of the window by now, watching the juicy drama that's unfolding right in front of them?

And the fact that she clearly doesn't want to answer my question says it all.

'I've had it with you,' I grumble, trying to force myself to calm down, 'I'm done with this, I want a divorce.'

'Declan! No! I'm sorry, I-'

'After the last time you promised me-'

'I know, I know, I'm so sorry.' And here come the crocodile tears... I wonder what exactly she regrets, that she cheated - again - or that I caught her doing it.

Unfortunately, this isn't the first time she's cheated on me, at least not the first time I found out, who knows what else she's gotten up to over the years, without my knowledge.

I was initially stunned, I really thought she had turned her life around. I felt like I stood there frozen for five minutes before I could even say anything. But in reality, it was probably no more than five seconds.

I didn't think she'd do this to me again.

The last time, almost a year ago now, was with one of my employees, imagine, he came to make adjustments to her walk-in closet, and I already thought he had been working on it for a way too long. That was easy to explain, it turned out, he did have a tool at the ready when I unexpectedly entered the bedroom, but it wasn't a drill. Although...

He got sacked immediately, of course, and Barbra had tried her utmost for weeks to make me forgive her. Which did have the bonus that she finally made a few of my fantasies come true, heh-heh.

I did forgive her, eventually, but the damage could not be undone, the trust was gone.

You may wonder why I didn't dump her right away, good point. But at that time, I still had very little self-confidence about my appearance, and my chances with the ladies, a self-image that Barbra carefully maintained in retrospect by making certain - belittling - remarks and withholding sex to make her point.

Back when I first met her, I couldn't believe my luck. Such a beautiful girl, so sexy, and she wanted me. Not all those other guys who circled her like dogs in heat, no, she wanted me. I didn't understand it, but I was grateful. Too grateful apparently, because looking back, she's always pulled the wool over my eyes. What she wanted from me was financial stability - I'm a co-owner of a successful construction company, a family business - and a safe haven, someone who didn't ask too many questions and took her at her word. Someone who adored her, would fulfil her every need, and indeed, was grateful that she wanted to share her life with him.

Of course, I wasn't completely blind, all those years, I certainly saw that she sometimes went a bit too far with her flirting with other men, but as long as it's just flirting, right?

How naive can you be...

But that's history now, my eyes are opened forever, the unfaithful harlot!

A few weeks after her escapade with my now ex-employee, I got into a conversation with one of Barbra's few friends, and, completely against my habit - I'm a real introvert - I confided in her about what had happened and spilled it all. She had had no idea, thought we had some kind of open relationship, because she had already caught Barbra in various compromising situations, over the years. Barbra had brushed it all off, she said, and claimed that I had no problem with it. It was an eye-opener, hearing this from her. What was even more an eye-opener was that she confessed to me that if our marriage did end up on the rocks, she would not hesitate for a moment to launch an attack, she made it clear that she found me very attractive, a real catch, and did not understand why Barbra felt the need to look elsewhere in the first place.

It had given me a huge boost in self-confidence and made me think. And not only that, from that moment on I was at the gym at least three times a week.

With results, I may say, the weight - and incipient beer belly - flew off, to make way for a nice set of muscles, I am now even the proud owner of a - no, not beer - six-pack!

And I feel a lot better, fitter, more comfortable in my own skin, and even my mood has gotten a big boost, not least because of the female attention I receive these days, especially from the girl from the local bakery.

And Barbra? Oh, believe me, she knows how to appreciate it, I regularly catch her looking at me admiringly, and it has definitely done our sex life good, but apparently it is not enough, judging by the situation with her boss.

The fact that my self-esteem left a lot to be desired made me get past the betrayal last time, because I thought, well, if she leaves me, what am I going to do? What woman would still want me, at forty?

But that's different now. I now know that there are plenty of women who are interested, beautiful women too.

I already mentioned the girl from the bakery. Her name is Kelsie, young, blonde and always cheerful. And a body to drool over. Full, firm tits, a slim waist that flares out into hips made to grab, and a nice, round ass. I know the latter because I often ask her to grab something for me that is behind her, on one of the higher shelves. I am convinced that she knows exactly why I do that.

Kelsie is an incorrigible flirt, and well, then I sometimes flirt back a little, I have to admit. After all, that's what you're a man for, isn't it? And besides, it flatters my ego. That's also something I still need after all those years of never being good enough.

***

It's been a week and a half since I caught Barbra with her boss, and she keeps bombarding me with excuses, promises, catering to my needs, both in the kitchen - I didn't even know she could cook until now - and in the bedroom, and pleas, it's driving me completely crazy. She's gone from distant to super affectionate, and I'm not sure I like this version of her better. Or actually I do know, it's suffocating me.

But I've decided to let her stay in our house for the time being, we have more than enough space to not have to run into each other all the time. Anyone else in the same situation might shout, kick that bitch out and let her go back to her parents, or to her boss, ha-ha, but hey, it also gives me a kind of satisfaction to see that arrogant cunt crawling and begging. And this also has its advantages, the - usually initiated by her, oh yeah - sex is phenomenal.

It will be temporary of course, because that divorce is coming. I have to sort some things out first, and then it's bye-bye Barbra. Then she can stand on her own high-heeled legs. Or lie down, maybe she should become an escort, so she can make her passion her job, ha-ha!

The construction company is still in the name of my father and myself, but in the long term he will transfer it completely to me. The house we live in is also owned by the company, it used to be a model home. My father insisted at the time that we got married under prenuptial agreements. There was no getting around that, the business had to be protected, he said, he had - and has - a rather cynical view of marriages, despite the fact that he himself has been happily married to my mother for more than forty years. An exception to the rule, he always states, and I am inclined to agree with him.

I am now very happy that we have arranged it that way, you'll understand.

Barbra won't get much out of the divorce, but that's her problem. They call it FAFO, Fucked Around and Found Out. At most, she's entitled to alimony. And a suitcase full of expensive designer clothes and shoes. And her little car. Oh no, wait, that's a lease, in the company's name. Too bad, Barbra. But maybe your boss can give you a company car? After all, you've earned it twice over, you've even worked your back out for it.

She'll have to make do with her salary and of course look for other housing. Which I'm already at it for her, but she doesn't know that yet. I hope for her - and for me - that she keeps her job as a secretary, you never know how things will go in such a prestigious law firm, those men generally know how to cover their asses. Hm, cover ass, questionable choice of words, ha-ha-ha!

But the begging and pleading is starting to get on my nerves, she just won't stop. Once again, dressed in a see-through scrap of fabric, she's leaning against the kitchen island, casting seductive glances at me while I pour a glass of water. Not really a punishment, she still looks exceptionally good for her thirty-nine years, not as good as the tasty Kelsie of course, but she nevertheless still has a fantastic, tight body. She's had enough surgery done over the years, of course, but that's besides the point.

The thought of Kelsie however gives me an idea.

There is something I have always wanted to try, but which my lovely wife has never indulged in.

I think it's time now.

'Declan,' I hear her say in a whiny, pleading tone, pout and all, 'you're not planning on going through with the divorce now, are you? Things are going well between us now, aren't they?'

How dare she. Fucking her boss, not even two weeks ago, and then thinking that everything is forgotten and forgiven? She would be so lucky!

I look at her, 'I haven't decided yet,' I say in a hesitant tone. That is a blatant lie.

'Declan, please, I'll do anything you want, and I'll never look at another man again, from now on you can count on my loyalty,' she says, there's a hint of desperation in her, I suspect she thought she'd have changed my mind by now, with all the sex and flattery.

'Well,' I say, seizing the opportunity, 'there's something that might make me change my mind.'

'Oh, yeah? What is it, tell me, I- I'll do anything. If you- if you just don't... If you just stay with me.'

Ah, it's almost endearing. As if I would believe that she would stay faithful to me.

'It's something I've had on my bucket list for a long time, something we can do together. I've mentioned it before.'

'Oh yeah? Tell me? Is it that trip to Australia?' she asks hopefully.

I shake my head, 'no trip.'

She looks at me suspiciously, clearly digging into her memory to find out what I could mean, I can see the wheels turning.

'What then?'

'A threesome.' There, the bomb has been dropped, now sit back and wait for her reaction.

'W-what?' Oh shit, I can see her thinking. There comes the threesome again. But now she has no way out for a change.

'Yes,' I say seriously. 'If you want to participate in a threesome, then I'll give it another thought.'

'I don't know-' she bites her lower lip in despair, but then apparently comes to a decision. 'Okay,' she sighs, 'a threesome. With- with two men?' she asks, even though she should know better.

'No, of course not,' I answer with a sardonic grin, 'the idea, two women of course.'

I can barely suppress a fit of laughter, her face is contorted with horror, it's just so funny.

And oh, how wicked I feel. Devious.

But anyway, she asked for it.

'And, um, how do we get that second woman?' she asks hesitantly.

'Oh, I think I already know someone.'

'Oh yeah?' She looks sour.

'Yes, leave that to me, I'll arrange it.'

I can tell she doesn't like that at all, not strange, I can imagine that she would prefer to choose the partner herself. Imagine if I liked the third participant in the threesome better than her. That is of course a risk she is taking now. Not that it matters, my decision is already set in stone, but she doesn't know that.

'Oh, Barbra?' I say casually, 'there is one extra condition.'

'Extra condition? How- what do you mean, what condition?'

'You have to do everything I say, everything I ask you. Without contradiction, I am the boss, I'm in charge.'

'Oh, and- and what should I imagine with that?' she asks with a slight panic in her voice.

'Well, for example, you have to kiss her and touch her. Participate, take initiative.' Of course, the intention is not for her to lie there like a sack of salt all the time, and I can see her doing that.

I see her stiffen.

'What?! But that- I can- I can't do that, that- I don't want that,' she stammers.

'Okay,' I respond indifferently, 'then it's off. You'll hear from my lawyer.'

I turn around and walk away, not giving her a chance to respond. I grab my car keys and walk to my car, time to hit the gym.

That night I am ignored by way of manipulation; a tactic Barbra has become an expert in over the years. She doesn't realize that I welcome the peace it brings me with great pleasure. I can see that she is eating herself up in frustration, but she doesn't bring up my proposal again.

But the next day, to my surprise, she comes to me and tells me, all stammering, that she agrees to my conditions.

And once again I feel like a devil, devious and manipulative, a real bastard. And once again I don't give a damn. She brought this on herself.

And I'm immensely looking forward to the unexpectedly becoming reality of the threesome, it's time to arrange a few things, starting with a visit to the bakery.

***

I was very surprised when I had to visit an address a few weeks ago to give a quote for a renovation, and I found Kelsie there. The colleague who normally does the quotes was sick, and I had a little extra time on my hands.

When asked, Kelsie told me that she lived in the house with a friend, she had inherited the house from an aunt. After she had given me an extensive tour so that I could get an idea of the work, she offered me coffee, and we sat and talked for a long time, about all sorts of things.

After a while, some more intimate topics came up, and Kelsie is extremely open, it turns out. She told me without any embarrassment about all the things sexual she has done, with both men and women.

I still feel my ears turn red when I think back on it.

At first, I thought she was a lesbian, and my heart sank.

She had just told me that she and her roommate Jo not only chat a lot and drink gallons of wine, but also regularly share a bed, and not to keep each other warm.

Correctly interpreting my disappointed look, she quickly reassured me. 'Don't get me wrong,' she said, 'I don't just sleep with women, I also enjoy being fucked by a man, you know, both have their advantages. And even more at the same time,' she added with a mischievous grin.

It was a great relief to hear that she also likes men. I was already wondering, did I misinterpret her signals when flirting? Apparently not.

The conversation also turned to her fellow resident, Jo.

'And Declan, do you like big breasts, or not so much,' Kelsie asked at one point, looking at me teasingly.

'Small or big, I don't care,' I assured her, 'but,' I added with a wink, 'the bigger the better!' I guess I'm quite the boobs kinda guy, although I don't mind a nice round ass either.

'Then you'll appreciate Jo,' she giggled, 'double-D!'

She then showed me a picture of a cheerfully grinning redhead with a face full of freckles and mischievous bright blue eyes. Unfortunately, there was little to see of her bosom, but what I did see was enough to make me certain that I wouldn't mind getting to know Jo better.

Kelsie told me that she likes to experiment quite a bit when it comes to sex. And that she likes older men.

'And by older men,' she quickly reassured me, 'I mean men not my own age. Men in their thirties and forties have so much more experience, and patience, that's so much more fun.'

I sure hope I won't disappoint her.

But I'm not too worried about that, I still have quite a few tricks up my sleeve. I may not have as much experience with multiple bed partners as that slutty wife of mine, but I do know how to please a woman. And I've never lacked imagination. Although Barbra never wanted to cooperate with most of my fantasies, unfortunately.

I told her that I've always been a bit insecure about my appearance, especially because of the scar right next to my eye, the result of an accident on a construction site when I was an intern with my father. But since I've been going to the gym regularly, I don't think anyone pays attention to it anymore, women mainly look at my muscles, I've noticed. Kelsie agreed, and besides, she said, it's not something to feel insecure about, she actually found it very sexy, she thought it gave off a bit of a bad boy vibe. That was nice to hear, I have to admit.

I also opened up about my not exactly stable marriage, and that I actually felt a bit emasculated by my wife's belittling behaviour. Kelsie reacted indignantly, she couldn't imagine, I was a real catch according to her, kind, smart and handsome.

At one point my nineteen-year-old son Brent came up - at least, I'm still going to assume he's my son, and not the result of one of Barbra's extramarital affairs, luckily he does look like me - and while Kelsie realized with surprise that Brent is only two years younger than herself, she put a hand on my chest, at that moment my self-control had almost given out.

Kelsie had been very surprised when she also realized I'm already forty-one. Man, you don't wanna know what that did to me. And I could tell from her face that it wasn't flattery, she really thought I was in my early thirties, for goodness' sake!

Now I have to say that I have some genes in my favour. My hair is black and full, with not a trace of grey, and no bald spots anywhere.

What she asked next didn't make it any better: 'And is Brent as hot as you?'

I almost stripped her of her clothes on the spot to bend her over the arm of the couch to give her a thorough fucking, to show her how satisfying sex with a fit forty-something can be.

Kelsie is definitely good for my ego, but that's by far not the only thing that attracts me to her, her sincerity, her openness and genuine interest in others, it is a breath of fresh air compared to my egocentric, superficial Barbra.

But it got even better! When we parted, she surprised me by kissing me spontaneously, and it was definitely not a chaste kiss. I couldn't control myself; she smelled so good, and she looked so wonderfully fresh and sexy in her shorts and wide sweater hanging from her shoulders. I kissed her back and before I knew it, we were entangled in a hungry, exciting struggle with our tongues, I had an instant hard-on, and from her panting breaths the kiss didn't leave her unmoved either. My hands started exploring of their own accord, I can still feel the silky skin of her thighs and her firm buttocks when I pressed her against my erection.

At that point I stopped myself, I thought it was going a bit too far to just pound her on the spot, as much as I would have liked to strip her shorts and panties off her ass, stick my fingers in her wet pussy and then my cock. She looked a bit disappointed, but fortunately also realized that I was a married man.

Well, at that time I wasn't aware of course that my wife was getting fucked by her boss. Had I known...

But it all happened so naturally, I didn't feel guilty about it at all, afterwards. A tell-tale sign, in retrospect.

It did leave me with certain thoughts, and since then, whenever Barbra feigns a headache - I don't believe for a moment that they're real - I satisfy myself, with the image of the lovely, sexy Kelsie in mind.

Yes, Barbra does suffer from headaches a lot. I at one point suggested to her: maybe you should drink more. That really pissed her off!

I remember that after that meeting with Kelsie, and the unexpected turn the visit took, I almost ran two red lights on the way home, wondering if there was a chance to do more with Kelsie than just a clandestine make-out session in her hallway, against her front door.

Knowing what I know now, I wouldn't have had a problem with that. And especially the thought of a threesome with her and her friend Jo, wow.

But then again, I didn't really want to stoop to Barbra's level. I can't really blame her for cheating when I'm doing it myself, can I?

But things are different now, everything is different now, I finally have the winning hand in our relationship, and I'm going to enjoy it, I can tell you that.

***

'Hey, Kelsie!'

'Hi, Declan,' she looks at me beaming, her eyes sparkling mischievously, is she also thinking back at that orgasmic French kiss? 'What will it be today?'

'Mm, everything looks delicious,' I answer, looking straight at her, she blushes with pleasure. These flirtations have been a regular occurrence lately, intensified since the kiss, actually, and given the eagerness with which she responds to them, I don't feel inclined to stop. Of course, I only do it when there are no customers or other staff in the shop, to protect both our reputations.

'We just got fresh croissants and Kaiser rolls, or would you prefer an Italian bun?'

'Uh, no, I was thinking more of something sweet, to nibble on, but I'm sure you're not for sale.' I let my eyes roam over her body and face with undisguised appreciation. I know, it can hardly get any cornier, but I couldn't resist.

'Hahaha,' she laughs, not the least bit taken aback, 'you never know, it depends on what's in return.' She flutters her eyelashes exaggeratedly. 'Um, maybe chocolates?' she continues, serious again.

'That's a good idea. But which ones...' There's a wide range in the display case, and I never actually buy chocolate. She sees my indecisiveness and points to a section with heart-shaped chocolates, milk chocolate with a red stripe.

'These have a lovely mouthfeel,' she says then, and blushes, realizing that we're back in the ambiguous corner.

'Mouthfeel, hmm, that sounds good, I like that,' I chuckle. 'Are they your favourite chocolates?' I ask as nonchalantly as possible.

'Why?' she asks in surprise.

'If you like them, I know I'm making the right choice, I trust your taste.'

'Oh, okay. Then yes. Uh, how many do you want? It's per hundred grams.'

'Make it 500 grams,' I say, her mouth falls open.

'That's a lot,' she says laughing, 'are you sure? They're not cheap.'

'The recipient is worth every penny,' I answer while avoiding her gaze.

'What a lucky woman,' she sighs.

As she fills a box for me, I ask: 'Would it be okay if I come by tonight to discuss the quote?'

'Sure, fine,' she says, handing me the chocolates, 'is around seven o'clock okay?'

'More then okay, what do I owe you?'

I don't bat an eyelid at the rather hefty price tag, used as I am to Barbra's excesses, and a moment later I walk out of the bakery with my purchase, cheerfully waved goodbye by the blonde beauty who has been occupying my thoughts for a long time now.

***

It's seven o'clock, and I'm standing in front of Kelsie's door, about to ring the doorbell, nervous as a lovesick teenager. I've been sitting in my car waiting for the last half hour until it was time, I couldn't stand it at home anymore. Of course, my colleague could just as easily have discussed the offer, he is well again, but I didn't want to miss the chance to visit Kelsie again, and now I have a second good reason: I'm going to ask her if she wants to be part of our threesome. And I have a good feeling about that, especially considering the visit to the bakery this afternoon.

I hand her the chocolates as soon as she opens the door, her mouth falls open in surprise.

'Oh, Declan, I-' The next moment she has put the chocolates on a side table and has thrown her arms around me, pressing an enthusiastic kiss on my lips. It takes me off guard for a moment, then my amygdala intervenes, and I kiss her back. The kiss is, if possible, even more intense than the one we shared when we said goodbye a few weeks ago, but I soon come to my senses, after all, I have something important to ask her. Reluctantly, I let her go and push her a little way away.

'I'm glad you like them,' I say, grinning, and press another tender kiss to her lips. She looks as usual, a delicate mix of pure and sexy, in light pink cotton shorts and a white T-shirt that stretches over her beautiful breasts. Again, no make-up. And fuck! No bra either! And she knew I was coming...

She blushes but says nothing and leads me to the living room. There we discuss the quote and make arrangements for the start of the work. I have trouble concentrating, she's sitting right next to me, she smells delicious, and I keep tasting her lips. Not to mention those marvellous, barely concealed breasts right under my nose.

Then it's time for the big question, and I brace myself:

'Kelsie, I want to ask you something, you can always say no, but I would love it if you said yes.'

She looks at me with a knowing look, 'yes?'

I laugh, 'I haven't asked the question yet.'

Now she laughs too, 'you're right,' she says, 'what's your question?'

'Would you like to participate in a threesome with me?'

Her eyes widen, I don't think she expected this, maybe just a hook-up with just me.

'Uh, yeah, sure, always,' she says eagerly, and I breathe a sigh of relief, I had expected her to say yes, but you never know.

'And if you're still looking for a third person, I'm sure my friend Jo would also love to join in.'

'Oh no, that's not necessary,' I say quickly, before I change my mind, because two of those delicious young girls in my bed, that's not an offer to refuse either, is it? 'The intention is for my wife to join in.'

'Oh okay, that's fine too,' she responds cheerfully.

'But maybe another time?' I say before I can stop myself, I'm actually very curious about Jo's double-D's.

Kelsie's face lights up, apparently a potential future repetition doesn't repel her either. 'Oh yes,' she says, 'that's always possible. By the way, what does your wife look like?' she asks, an understandable question.

I grab my mobile and show her a photo of Barbra.

'Oh, wow,' she says with appreciation, 'beautiful woman!'

Yep, I think cynically, on the outside she certainly is.

'Is she- do you do this often?' she asks hesitantly.

'No, first time. Oh, and Kelsie, my wife can seem a bit reluctant. That's because she's not taken the initiative to participate in this threesome.'

'Oh? How come?'

'Well, let's just say she lost a bet.'

'Oh, really? Kinky, Declan, I wouldn't have guessed that of you. It's great that your wife wants to go along with that fantasy!' I decide not to respond to that. Because of course I know very well that I'm forcing Barbra into something that she wouldn't choose to do ever in her life.

'Well,' Kelsie says confidently, 'don't worry, I'll persuade her, show her how much fun it is!'

Somehow, I believe that.

Suddenly there's a commotion on the stairs and a busty redhead whirlwind storms into the room.

'Hey, Jo, I didn't know you were home,' Kelsie calls out cheerfully, then jumps up and enthusiastically grabs her friend and fellow tenant by the hand to introduce her to me.

Kelsie hasn't lied; she's a lovely girl. And the photo I've seen of her doesn't do her justice, I decide, she's just as breathtakingly sexy as her housemate. And those tits, wow!

After we've agreed on place and time we say goodbye, Jo has bounced back upstairs in the meantime, and Kelsie looks at me mischievously as she stands with her back against the front door.

'Feel this,' she says hoarsely, she places my hand on her wet crotch, 'feel how wet I've become from the prospect.'

I know exactly what she means, I've also been suffering from an almost painful hard-on since the cardinal question. It doesn't get any better when I feel her wet pussy through the fabric of her thin shorts.

'And this is just a taste,' she whispers teasingly as I rub the wet spot.

'Are you sure-'

'Declan,' she interrupts me, 'I suggest you use your mouth in a different way,' and before I can react, she presses her lips to mine and the next moment our tongues are engaged in an erotic dance.

I rub her pussy lips through the thin fabric and Kelsie moans with pleasure, the sexy sound is too much for my self-control, I slide my hand up her pant leg and place a finger on her swollen clit, she is indeed soaking wet. She lets out an excited little scream and I start to massage her button, slowly at first, but as the hoarse cries increase, faster and faster, and before I know it I have to do my utmost to keep a panting and writhing Kelsie upright while a seemingly particularly intense orgasm rolls through her body, and at the same time try to keep my finger on her clit.

It's a miracle that I don't come spontaneously myself, it certainly requires maximal willpower.

My whole body is buzzing and tingling as I drive home, the image of her writhing body and the blissful expression on her face afterwards keeps repeating itself endlessly in my mind's eye. And then the memory of those horny hoarse cries, the intoxicating smell of her excitement, my member is so hard and swollen that I've been forced to unfasten my pants.

My God, what a woman! And to think I'm going to have a threesome with her, woohoo!

***

Today is the day.

The day that my biggest fantasy comes true, and I've been walking around all morning with an expectant grin on my face, and a semi-hard-on in my pants, it's a good thing I don't have to leave the house today.

I've prepared myself well, did some research online, and bought a dildo, two butt plugs, a vibrating egg, a small, curved vibrator, handcuffs and a blindfold and the necessary lubricant (specifically for Barbra). No idea if it will all be used, but better safe than sorry!

Did you know that a - online in my case - sex shop is like a candy store? You can't believe your eyes at all the things for sale, and before you know it your shopping cart is full of delicious stuff. In any case, it's making me very greedy, as evidenced by my considerable bounty.

I even watched a few porn movies, woman on woman, I had no idea beforehand that it would be so arousing, but I jerked off on the couch with complete abandon, which says enough, I guess.

Especially that scene with the three lesbians, one of whom was wearing a strap-on, wow! One of the three was orally satisfying a second, while number three was fucking her from behind with the strap-on, so incredibly hot! That pushed me over the edge, Jesus, what a titillating sight!

It also seemed damn real, when the ladies came almost simultaneously, I wonder...

But real or not, it doesn't matter, it's the idea that counts. And it certainly got me some ideas. Exciting ideas, kinky ideas!

I think I'm going to try to reenact that scene, but without the strap-on of course, I'll gladly take on that role myself. I'm just not sure whether to ask Kelsie to go down on Barbra while I fuck her, or the other way around, Barbra's tongue on Kelsie's clit and my cock in Barbra's cunt.

Or better yet, both scenarios! After all, we have the whole afternoon.

I've picked out a set of clothes for Barbra, much to her annoyance, I suspect that if I had given her the choice, she would've gone for her sexiest, most luxurious lingerie, combined with one of her cherished designer dresses, and meticulously done make-up, so as not to be overshadowed by our guest, who she now knows is in her twenties, and a gorgeous girl to boot.

Instead, I've laid out a relatively simple set of black satin, thong and bra, for her, over which goes a light white summer dress with a top to bottom button closure. The dress looks great on her by the way, if I'm honest it's the sexiest dress she owns, despite, or perhaps because of, its simplicity. It's also nice and short.

She looked a bit doubtful when she saw the clothes lying there.

Well, this is my party, she just has to accept that. Just to be on the safe side, I poured her a big glass of wine a few moments before Kelsie's arrival, so she can loosen up a bit, drink up her courage, she's clearly stiff with tension.

I considered showing her a photo of Kelsie, partly so she knows what to expect, but also to make it clear to her that an attractive young woman like Kelsie would be more than happy to take the chance to jump into bed with me, even if it's a threesome.

But in the end, I decided against it, I actually thought it would be more fun to see her reaction when she meets Kelsie in person.

No condoms are used in the activities, we - Barbra and I - discussed this in advance. After Barbra's tryst with her boss, I demanded an STD test and had one done myself - again. Barbra had of course claimed that she had used a condom every time with her boss - yes, it had been going on for months - but since her trustworthiness has taken a serious hit because of her escapades, I'll take that with a grain of salt. Barbra has been sterilized, by the way, she thought one kid was enough, she wasn't planning on having her figure ruined by another pregnancy. My input in that rather drastic decision was of course not deemed necessary...

Kelsie was also recently tested, and on the pill, and is also a consistent condom user, she confided to me. But she makes an exception for lucky me, what the hell did I do to deserve that?

Then the bell rings, the moment of truth!

Kelsie, dressed in a mid-thigh denim skirt, high block heeled sandals, and a white silk spaghetti strap top--at least from what I can see--under a simple cotton cardigan, her blonde hair in a high ponytail, steps over the threshold, looking delicious. Again, no trace of makeup, but she doesn't need it. Fresh and fruity, and unbelievably sexy, my dick immediately snaps to attention. And I realize that Barbra hasn't had this effect on me in a while.

'You look amazing,' I compliment her, 'finger-licking good.'

'Hmm, you're not so bad yourself,' is her answer, as she looks me up and down approvingly, 'and as for that licking...' She looks at me defiantly and licks her full, shiny lips.

Fuck, I'm already rock hard.

As I lead Kelsie into the living room, my gaze is focused on Barbra. I see that she has already finished her glass of wine. Her face contorts as soon as she catches sight of Kelsie, she clearly realizes how young Kelsie is, and how beautiful. Yes, honeybun, she is dazzling, eat your heart out!

She sits on the couch like a block of ice, she looks almost like a statue.

'Barbra, where are your manners,' I say reprovingly, with barely concealed pleasure, 'shouldn't you greet our guest with a warm welcome kiss?' She gives me a withering look, but still walks over to Kelsie, after all, an agreement is an agreement, my word is law this afternoon.

Standing in front of our guest, Barbra still hesitates, but Kelsie, sweetheart that she is, solves it by spontaneously taking Barbra's hands in hers and pressing a kiss on her lips. It looks chaste, and therefore so incredibly sexy!

Then she lets her go again, Barbra's head turned crimson red.

'Nice to meet you, Barbra,' Kelsie says, as if it were the most normal thing in the world to visit a couple for a threesome, she continues to amaze me, 'and what a beautiful dress, it looks fantastic on you too! But probably everything looks great on you,' she adds with a sweet smile, even Barbra must be able to see that it is sincere, unlike the "friends" who come over every now and then. My wife is at a loss for words, she clearly did not expect this compliment from her rival. She seems to thaw a tiny bit.

She struggles with a counter-compliment, I can see that Kelsie's outfit definitely does not meet her high standards when it comes to clothing. I don't think Kelsie even notices.

Thank goodness.

Kelsie declines an offered glass of wine, she says she would rather get straight to action, a woman after my own heart.

I take her by the hand, 'come with me then,' I say grinning and Kelsie lets herself be led to the stairs, giggling excitedly. 'Are you coming too,' I ask over my shoulder, 'this won't work without you,' and I see Barbra, who has sat back down on the couch after the forced kiss, getting up with obvious reluctance.

At this point I can almost live with going upstairs with just Kelsie, she's so breathtakingly sexy...

And I'm so incredibly horny by now that it's a good thing I'm not a sheep farmer!

A moment later the three of us are standing in our bedroom and both women are looking at me expectantly. Shit, right, I'm the director!

'Kelsie, you can help Barbra out of her dress and then blindfold her,' I say, pointing to a black silk scarf lying on the bed. Kelsie doesn't hesitate for a moment, she starts to undo the buttons of the front closure of the dress with deft gestures, looking reassuringly at Barbra. Barbra herself has blind panic in her eyes, it's a blessing that she'll be blindfolded soon. After the last button is undone, Kelsie pushes the fabric off Barbra's shoulders, the garment falling to the floor with a soft sound. Then Kelsie ties the blindfold on her and begins to caress her, running her fingertips loosely over her neck and shoulders, and lower, over the tops of her breasts, pausing briefly on the fabric of her bra to massage her nipples, and then one of her hands moves down to Barbra's stomach, just above the edge of her panties, and stays there.

Barbra shivers, a flush appears on her cheeks, it's not clear at this stage whether it's from excitement or disgust, but we'll find out soon enough.

Then Kelsie unfastens the clasp of her bra, pushing the straps down Barbra's arms. The bra follows the dress to the floor and Kelsie leans forward to take one of Barbra's nipples in her mouth while she cups the other breast with her hand and rubs the now hard nipple with her thumb, I hear Barbra gasp. Kelsie hums contentedly, I watch in fascination, I don't even have to give any stage directions, it just happens automatically. The sight is so hot!

I lower myself to the edge of the bed, curious to see what Kelsie's next move is. The answer comes immediately: with her lips still on Barbra's nipple she slides her hand into Barbra's panties, my wife is already quite wet despite herself, I can see. Then Kelsie takes her hand back and pushes her fingers against Barbra's lips to lick them, which she does reluctantly.

'Hmm, that looks delicious,' I mumble. 'Kelsie?'

She turns her head around, gives me a questioning look. 'I want you to run Barbra's fingers through your own pussy and then let her lick them off, is that-' I don't even have to finish the sentence. Kelsie beckons me to come closer and points to her skirt. I chuckle and quickly unfasten the front and pull down the zipper.

'Thank you,' she whispers hoarsely, gives me a teasing kiss on the mouth. Then she turns around again and guides Barbra's hand to her own wet pussy, I can smell how horny she is and immediately have to think back to that fingering at her place.

Fuck, I'm about to burst out of my pants now.

I've stuck to jeans and a black Deep Purple - my favourite band - T-shirt for this occasion, I didn't bother to put on socks and shoes, the less clothing the better as far as I'm concerned, I hope to be naked as soon as possible. Oof, my cock is already so hard that the friction with the zipper hurts, maybe sweatpants would have been a better choice.

Barbra hesitantly opens her mouth as Kelsie presses her fingers, glistening with her moisture, against her lips.

'Suck, Barbra,' I command, with a sardonic grin that is of course invisible to her, 'I want those fingers completely clean.' Barbra growls, and I am once again glad that she is still blindfolded, otherwise I would undoubtedly have been reduced to a pile of ashes by now.

But she obeys, and a shiver runs down my spine at the sight of her full lips sucking Kelsie's juice from her fingers, I imagine it's my cock, mmm.

'Kelsie tastes delicious, don't you think, Barbra?' I ask, and to my surprise Barbra nods, is she finally getting in the mood?

'And Kelsie, you can remove the blindfold, and then Barbra's panties, and then you can finger her.'

'Okey-doke,' Kelsie answers cheerfully, 'are you planning on doing something yourself?' She looks at me challengingly, 'I'm hot, too many clothes on.'

She doesn't have to say that twice, I stand up and put my hands on her hips, thumbs hooking behind the waistband of her denim skirt, and while I press a kiss to her neck I slide the garment off her ass in one smooth movement, as soon as it touches the ground she quickly steps out of it.

I groan, the light pink lace thong that appears is purely decorative, it is hardly there. The buttocks that the piece of fabric tries to cover, on the other hand, are of an otherworldly beauty, wow, what an ass! Round buttocks, firm, creamy white, exactly as I had always imagined them, and they fit perfectly in my hands. The thong suffers the same fate as the skirt.

'Kelsie,' I growl, 'you have an amazing ass.' She giggles and wiggles her butt provocatively, and I almost come from the sight.

Kelsie removes Barbra's panties in the meantime, pushes her into a sitting position on the bed, sits down next to her and starts fingering her expertly, licking her breasts at the same time. Kelsie's fingers slide alternately through Barbra's labia, into her pussy dripping with het juices, and over her clit, it shows that she is enjoying herself very much doing it.

It is clear that it excites Barbra too, her face becomes redder and redder, a beautiful pink blush appears on her upper body, and she starts making panting sounds.

I watch from a distance, my member so hard that I unzip my fly to be on the safe side, to prevent damage.

Jesus, that image! If I'm not careful, I'll come in three seconds, and that would probably be the shortest threesome ever. Quickly think of something else, something unpleasant. Still difficult enough, I'm so aroused that almost everything turns me on.

I can see that Barbra is about to come, as a result of Kelsie's expert actions, and decide to tease her a little.

'Kelsie, can you stop for a moment?' She obeys immediately, pulling her hand away and turning around, Barbra lets out a frustrated cry. 'I need your help; these clothes have to come off.'

'Of course, Declan,' she lisps, 'it's about time.' She stands up, walks over to me, swaying her hips, and slides my pants off my hips, 'wow, that looks damn good, Declan, can't wait to put my lips on it.'

Fuck!

I have no idea whether I am larger than average or smaller, it's not exactly that I place my stiff cock next to those of other men for comparison, and Barbra - who should know - I prefer not to ask. But judging by Kelsie's reaction, I am making enough of an impression.

Before I know it, she grabs my stiff member and strokes my glans with her thumb, wiping up the pre-cum that has appeared there by now. Then she brings her thumb to her mouth, her eyes fixed on mine. I moan; this girl is pure sex!

She lets go of my cock to pull my T-shirt over my head, I willingly hold my arms up, happy to be free of that piece of clothing.

She strokes my now naked chest and stomach admiringly, 'mmm, a six-pack,' she mumbles appreciatively, and my erection jerks, begging for attention.

'Mmm, Kels, maybe-'

'Oh, yeah!' She's already on her knees, placing her lips on my glans and running the tip of her tongue over the ridge between the glans and the shaft, and I almost explode.

'Mmmm,' it sounds, the buzzing sound vibrates through my cock, fuck! I don't think there's a drop of blood left in my head.

Behind her I see Barbra's eyes widen, and she's clearly pissed. Because of the fact that I've deprived her of her orgasm, or is it because Kelsie is sucking my cock with such obvious pleasure?

'Kelsie, wait a minute,' I growl, I have to see those beautiful boobs of hers, 'hands up, cupcake!'

The silk top - no bra again! - reveals the most fantastic pair of tits I've ever seen, and in awe I take them in my hands.

'You might be a bit rougher with them,' Kelsie whispers teasingly.

'Like this?' I pinch her nipple quite firmly, and an excited moan escapes her.

'Hmm, yep, delicious,' she murmurs and then bends over my neglected stiff pole again.

My eyes fall on my wife again, she runs her tongue over her lips and can't keep her eyes off Kelsie's ass and tits, I see to my amusement.

'Barbra, come here?' She looks up with a caught look. 'Kelsie needs some extra attention,' I say, it comes out in fits and starts, because Kelsie has taken my cock in her mouth and is now moving up and down slowly, with each upward movement she sucks, and I feel my glans throbbing with anticipation. If she continues like this, I will shoot my entire load down in the back of her throat in no time. Will she swallow?

Barbra, to my surprise, immediately shifts up until she's behind Kelsie, and then places one hand on her bottom while she slides her other arm around Kelsie to massage one of her breasts, her thumb rubbing a rock-hard nipple, pinching it every now and then. Both ladies let out little cries, and I almost lose my self-control.

But I'm not ready to cum yet, I have a whole bunch of other plans first.

'Barbra, grab one of those butt plugs, will you, and the tube of lube?' I point to the nightstand.

'W-what?!'

'For Kelsie, can you insert that?'

'I-'

Kelsie groans, I know from our mutual confessions that she likes anal, and this prospect clearly excites her even more.

'Come on Barbra, remember our agreement.'

My wife lets out an indefinable grunt, but she obeys. A moment later I hear Kelsie panting and moaning around my dick.

'Oh, yes,' she whispers hoarsely, as she stops her activities for a moment, 'that feels so good!'

Barbra resumes playing with Kelsie's tits, she is clearly enjoying it now, and I have a small suspicion that she's relieved that she herself does not have to wear the butt plug (not yet, that is), and Kelsie licks and sucks my erection with abandon, massaging my balls with one hand, and every now and then looking up with a veiled look, the sight soon brings me to the edge again.

Then she does something with her tongue that is just a little too much of a good thing, and I have to stop her.

'Kelsie, darling, stop.'

She reacts immediately, she must have felt it too, and lets my cock slide out of her mouth with a pop. She does a teasing circle with her tongue around my glans, and I hold my breath, shit, that's hot!

Phew! That was close. 'Ladies,' I call out cheerfully, 'time for handcuffs and toys!'

'Yay,' Kelsie giggles with an excited grin, Barbra looks mainly worried.

I give my stage directions, which means that Barbra has to lie on her back on the bed, her hands are secured to the headboard by Kelsie and myself with two sets of handcuffs, and then I instruct Kelsie to keep Barbra's legs as far apart as possible, unfortunately I didn't think of ankle cuffs and binding material for her legs.

I look with satisfaction at the result of our actions, my wife is vulnerable and powerless, and has to wait and see what we are going to do to her, and Jesus, how hot is that!

Then I sit down next to her on the bed and gesture for Kelsie to come a little closer, so I can reach her tits. She shuffles towards me, a horny smile on her lips.

While I cup one of her incredible tits with one hand, I slide three fingers into Barbra's pussy with my other hand, she jerks at the unexpected invasion, but moans in delight when I start pumping my fingers up and down. This is more like it, I think to myself.

Then I pull my fingers back and rub her swollen button with my wet middle finger, she writhes in pleasure, arches her back and pushes her pelvis forward in an attempt to get more pressure from my finger. But I want to tease her for a while first, and alternate massaging her clit with my fingers in her dripping cave, the cries and sighs sounding increasingly frustrated.

'Feels good, Barbra?' I ask sultrily, she moans in response, but I hear a "yes".

'That's what I thought. Kels, will you take over?'

Barbra has always hated being fingered by me, it was never right, too hard, too soft, wrong spot, she preferred to do it herself. But now she has to let both Kelsie and me finger her. And judging from her reactions just now, my skills are not that bad after all.

While Kelsie enthusiastically uses her fingers to satisfy Barbra, I take the opportunity to run my fingers through her own slit and then place my wet middle finger on her clit, she screams, my cock jerks in response. I concentrate on Kelsie's increasingly stiff button, while she does the same to my wife.

We are pleasantly busy like this for a while, until I see Barbra stiffen and hold her breath, which means she is almost there.

'Kels,' I whisper, she immediately pulls her hand back and looks at me expectantly.

A frustrated sigh sounds from the headboard. 'Asshole,' she mumbles, at least that's what I think she says, could also be prick, or mother fucker, I'm not sure.

I grab a small, curved vibrator from the nightstand and hand it to our new friend.

'Mmm, good choice,' she mumbles, while she looks at the device appreciatively, she holds it up to Barbra, 'this one is great,' she declares, 'also hits your G-spot at the right angle.' Barbra doesn't say anything, but her eyes speak volumes, she doesn't protest.

'Kelsie, this is for you,' I say, while I hold up the vibrating egg to her, 'will you insert it yourself?' Kelsie nods, takes the round purple object from me and slides it into her pussy with a practiced hand, in the meantime I've grabbed the remote control from the nightstand and press a button.

Buzzzzz, we hear, and Kelsie starts to pant.

'Jesus, Declan, so full,' she groans hoarsely, 'and delicious, wow!' And I realise that she still has the butt plug in.

Then she remembers the vibrator that she's still holding in her hand and turns to our bed mate.

'Hey Barbie,' she whispers sultrily, 'I'm going to slide the vibrator into that nice wet cunt of yours now, how would you like that?'

Barbie. That one time I dared to call her that, as a pet name, I thought she was going to explode, she was so pissed off!

But now nothing at all, just some approving moans. Well, it must be the sexual tension. But Kelsie's dirty words have not only excited my wife, I feel my cock react, a painful pinch is needed, otherwise I'm in big trouble.

I resume fingering my blonde sex bomb with full dedication, she's getting wetter and wetter.

The combination of vibrator - which has probably found her G-spot - and Kelsie's skilled fingers does Barbra in, she starts to shake wildly and emit hoarse sounds - Barbra doesn't scream. Kelsie holds her firmly in check and continues to play with Barbra's clit with her fingers. I can hear from her panting breath that she is also on the edge, and as soon as Barbra's orgasm has more or less subsided I intensify the friction over her hard knob, and in the meantime push my thumb against her asshole, and to my satisfaction she comes within a second, she writhes in my arms, the contact makes me almost feel like I'm experiencing her climax.

And it's obvious that Kelsie does scream.

I give both ladies time to recover from the onslaught and provide them with the necessary fluids, I have already prepared the bottles of water earlier today.

It's also a much-needed rest for my tormented dick; it is high time for relief.

I paused the egg during the break, but now I turn it back on, on the lowest setting. The butt plug is still in there too.

Then I order Kelsie to go down on Barbra, who is lying on her back again, this time without handcuffs, as a first step in reenacting the scenario from the porn video.

I look at the result with admiration, Kelsie's ass, now high in the air, is even nicer without a concealing layer of fabric than with it, an ass made to bite, I think, and I put my money where my mouth is.

'Ouch! Declan, what are you doing!' she pants, looking at me reproachfully over her shoulder.

'Sorry, cupcake, I couldn't help myself,' I apologize with a broad grin.

'Shame on you!' But she doesn't pull away, on the contrary, she pushes her ass into my face, and I gratefully make use of the invitation by slowly moving my tongue through her ass crack. A squeal of delight is my reward. Encouraged by this, I carefully remove the butt plug and push my tongue into her rosebud, making thrusting movements, she moans with excitement, and I decide to throw my fingers into the mix.

'Ooh!' she gasps, when I repeat the sequence, 'mmm, delicious.' Then she devotes herself fully to her task again, and I hear Barbra hold her breath, and then let out a deep, pleasurable moan.

I'm guessing that wife - soon to be ex - of mine is enjoying this far more than she cares to admit.

I myself have also become so excited by all this that relieve can no longer be delayed, I carefully pull on the loop that is attached to the egg, it pops out and Kelsie lets out a surprised squeal.

I grab my now rock-hard shaft and position the glans in front of the entrance to Kelsie's wet cave.

'Declan, yes, fuck me,' she pants, 'fill me with your hard cock!'

That's all I need, I slide my stiff cock into her warm swollen pussy in one go and start pumping, grabbing her blonde ponytail at the same time. This earns me an extra contented moan, she arches her back, and I pull her hair a little harder. Kelsie likes it rough, that much is clear.

And oh, she is so tight, it's heaven!

Deeper and deeper, faster and faster I thrust my member into her tight little cave, and in the background, I hear Barbra panting and letting out hoarse cries. She starts to shake, and the knowledge that her orgasm is caused by Kelsie's skilled tongue makes me fall over the edge. My own climax is more intense than I have ever experienced, my dick swells, I feel the walls of Kelsie's vagina contract, it seems like a deliberate muscle contraction, probably a trick of hers, but it has its effect, I start to squirt, and everything goes black for a moment. I hear myself growl and curse, while wave after delicious wave of my climax goes through my body, until I am empty, and completely satiated.

I let myself sink on top of Kelsie with a satisfied groan, who ends up on top of Barbra with a surprised yell, an 'Oof!' from Barbra follows, and then all three of us are suddenly shaking with laughter.

Another break follows with attention to our fluid balance. Barbra seems to have thawed out completely now and even asks Kelsie some interested questions about her work and life. Miracles still happen apparently.

I lay back for a moment, my eyes closed, to recharge for the next round.

'What's that annoying sound,' I ask suddenly, puzzled.

'Oh, the egg's still on,' Kelsie giggles, she quickly grabs the remote control to turn off the device, and the peace returns.

***

'Barbra, get off your lazy ass, and get to work!' I point to my crotch, where my dick is already standing proudly erect. A pleasant sensation, normally it takes me much longer to be ready for a second round, which is a rare occurrence in itself. Three guesses as to what the cause is!

Barbra looks relieved, probably happy she can do something that is not outside her comfort zone.

I let her do her thing for a while, while Kelsie sits down next to me on the other side and takes my hand and slides it between her legs. As we become entangled in a tantalizing French kiss, I let my fingers playfully run over the soft skin of her inner thighs, occasionally lightly stroking her labia with a teasing excursion to her clit, she is soaking wet. Her sexy scent is overwhelming, and the suppressed cries make me even harder than I already am, my cock is more swollen than ever before. I can tell Barbra's having trouble with my size, I hear her make regular gagging sounds, which only increases my excitement. Then I break the kiss with Kelsie and push Barbra away from my cock, I don't want to come again so soon.

'On your back, baby,' I whisper to her, 'arms above your head.' Barbra moans, clearly with excitement this time.

Once Barbra is in position, I have Kelsie kneel on her face with her cunt above her mouth so that Barbra can eat her out, which she does - hesitant at first, but soon full of enthusiasm - she even makes humming sounds. And judging by Kelsie's reactions, she does it unexpectedly well, she writhes, moans with pleasure and lets out hoarse cries.

Kelsie has grabbed the headboard to hold herself up, her full breasts swing slightly back and forth, her ass is asking to be grabbed and filled, preferably with my sperm. Fascinating image, I wonder with desperation how long I'll be able to hold out this time without coming.

'Hey, Declan,' Kelsie says suddenly, abruptly pulling me out of my thoughts, 'why the long face, don't you like the sight?'

'Girl,' I say, grinning, 'like is an understatement, you don't want to know how horny this makes me, and greedy.'

'You're not jealous, are you?'

'Absolutely,' I say, 'incredibly jealous.'

'Well, come join us!' she says, laughing, then suddenly falls silent and lets out a sigh of pleasure.

I grin and quickly sit down on the bed to grope her and Barbra, it's like a candy store, breasts, buttocks and pussies for the grabbing, and grab I do.

It clearly doesn't leave Kelsie unmoved, as soon as I slide a finger deep into her asshole, moistened with Barbra's pussy fluid, she starts to shake, again while letting out loud cries and with wild movements, her tits swinging back and forth.

Speaking of jealous, I wish I could cum like that!

As for cumming, it's about time again, and I have another fantasy to fulfil.

'Barbra, on all fours on the bed, here, near the edge.' She willingly does what I say, I'm still getting used to it, to be honest.

'Kelsie, I want you to sit here,' I point to an armchair, 'and caress and pleasure yourself.'

This will take place in the centre of my field of vision in a moment, so I don't miss anything.

'Okey-doke,' is the immediate answer, and Kelsie plops down in the chair with a mischievous smile, her legs spread, her beautiful pink labia in full view.

Then I grab the lubricant and the still unused dildo from the nightstand and start demonstratively covering the toy with the slimy fluid. I run the now slippery tool through my hand a few times, as if it were a cock, and I see Barbra turn pale. Then I stand behind her and rest a finger, also covered in a layer of lubricant, against her asshole.

'Holy fuck!' she mumbles.

'Here it comes, baby,' I mumble in her ear and slide my finger into her anus.

'Ah!'

'Nice, huh?' I move my finger back and forth a few times.

'Mmm,' she moans and nods in agreement, apparently it's not that bad. But then I pull my finger back and, out of her field of vision, take out the dildo.

'This is going to take some getting used to, darling.'

I push the end of the dildo against her rosebud, 'relax,' I say, 'otherwise it will only hurt.'

Barbra holds her breath in shock, she looks at me over her shoulder with a devastating look.

'You promised,' I whisper to her, 'a deal is a deal.'

Kelsie watches everything intently, probably shaking her head inwardly at Barbra's hesitant attitude.

But Barbra has apparently made up her mind, she relaxes her sphincter, and I'm glad she can't see my sardonic grin. I slide the dildo in a little way, and then let some more lubricant run into her ass crack, she shivers.

'Ooh! Cold,' she sighs, but she doesn't tense up again.

'Does it feel better yet?' I ask, as I slowly slide the dildo in and out of her anus a little way. She nods.

'Good.' I look at Kelsie and give her a nod. She immediately gets the message and slides a hand between her legs. As she starts fingering herself, she places her other hand on one of her magnificent boobs and starts massaging it. The sight alone almost makes me cum.

But that's not my intention, I have other plans.

The dildo slides deeper and deeper into Barbra's ass and she seems to like it, judging by her excited cries. I grab my now rock-hard dick and manoeuvre the tip to her other hole. I let my other hand slide over the front of her sex, as soon as I find her clit I start massaging it with purposeful movements. I take my time penetrating her, I can tell that it only makes her hornier.

But my self-control is not infinite either, and I really want to shoot my seed into her cunt for one last time. With a loud groan I slide my cock all the way to the base in her juicy cave, and start moving, my eyes focused on the divine Kelsie, who is watching our actions with a lustful look. Her fingers are moving furiously over her clit, and her face is red with ecstasy. She looks at me, slides two of her fingers into her cunt, moves them up and down a few times, then pulls them out again. She brings the fingers glistening with her juices to her mouth and licks them off while moaning.

It's too much for me, this girl is going to be the death of me.

'Jesus,' I growl, 'fuck!'

The orgasm overtakes me, and from the corner of my eye I see Kelsie start to shake, letting out short hoarse cries.

'Declan!' she pants, 'fuck! So hot!' The rest of her words drown in a sea of lust, I thrust my swollen cock with wild abandon into Barbra's warm cunt, the dildo still sticking out of her anus, my fingers on her clit.

Barbra also starts to pant and shake now, I have trouble controlling her, while in the meantime my hot seed finds its way into her pussy.

Goddammit, what an experience!

***

We lie there for a while recovering, Barbra stretched out on my left side, Kelsie on my right. But while Barbra lies rather rigidly against me, her face turned away, probably with great regret that she let herself go like that, Kelsie has nestled herself snugly against me, she lazily strokes the dark curls on my chest, then my six-pack, dangerously close to my package. A mischievous smile plays on her lips, I get the idea that she is far from finished romping. Ah, the energy of a twenty-something...

I'm surprised Barbra has not fled the bed yet, but she's probably not sure that we're done, or that there will be another round. I'm also pondering that myself, I must admit. In the meantime, I leave her in suspense for a while longer, I have not yet forgiven her for what she did. If that's ever going to happen.

Then Kelsie half straightens up and looks at me. 'Hey, Dec, if you don't mind, I'd like to take a shower, rinse off the sweat and other bodily fluids,' she whispers with a mischievous wink.

'Of course,' I say, grinning, 'go ahead.' Kelsie immediately jumps out of bed, lithe and fit, as if she hadn't been fucking all afternoon.

'Great! You can come and help me, if you like,' she says, with a sidelong glance at Barbra, 'there are some spots I might have trouble reaching myself.'

But Barbra, who has apparently gotten up unnoticed during this conversation, is now sitting on the edge of the bed with a sullen look on her face and says nothing. I shrug my shoulders, her choice. I happily follow Kelsie to the en suite bathroom, helping her clean up is an offer I obviously won't turn down.

In the shower, it won't just be about cleaning each other, that's inevitable. And I don't give a damn what Barbra thinks of it.

As soon as we stand under the warm jet, Kelsie looks at me with an unexpectedly uncertain look, I wonder what's going on, this is not like her. But it soon becomes clear what's on her mind.

'Perhaps you would have preferred Jo after all?'

'Why?' I ask in surprise.

'Because hers are bigger?'

Of course, Jo's double-D boobs, and I remember what I told her: the bigger, the better. Thin ice, Declan, let's not mess this up.

'Are you crazy,' I say, cupping one of those beautiful, round breasts with each hand. A generous C-cup - is my guess, knowing that Barbra has a full B - full, creamy skin, with a deep pink nipple in a fairly large light pink areola.

'Your tits are beautiful, Kelsie, perfect even. You are perfect.' She beams and throws her arms around my neck, apparently I said the right thing.

'Hmm, and you just gave the perfect answer,' she teases, 'that deserves a reward.'

'Hahaha, as if this afternoon wasn't already a huge reward, I think YOU deserve a reward!' I laugh.

'Oh?' She looks at me coquettishly.

'I'm going to soap you up, sweet cupcake of mine, and clean you from head to toe, and not miss a single hole, come here.'

Kelsie has no objection to that, willingly lets herself be soaped up, caressed, and massaged, licked and eventually fucked, her long slender legs wrapped around my waist, back against the tiled wall.

I'm hard again, to my surprise, despite the fact that I've already come twice this afternoon, but I doubt that I'll have it in me to come again. Instead, after a while I put her down on her feet again and sink to my knees to let my tongue loose on her pussy.

Kelsie's reward will be an extra orgasm, I decide, she absolutely deserves it.

This was the most perfect, satisfying "'exit strategy with perks" I could ever have imagined, hell yeah!

When we emerge from the bathroom a while later, giggling and grinning like teenagers, the bedroom is empty. As we come downstairs, it turns out that Barbra is fully dressed again, she has poured herself another glass of wine and is sitting on the couch with a sullen expression on her face. How she can still look like that after having had no less than three earthshattering orgasms is beyond me.

And then we say goodbye to Kelsie. She declines the offer of another drink, she has clearly interpreted Barbra's body language correctly, it's a matter of getting out of here as quickly as possible. I don't blame her, I wish I could go with her, but unfortunately that's not an option, there is something else to deal with first.

But in the shower I already impressed upon her that she shouldn't pay any attention to Barbra, we'll just keep in touch, also outside the bakery, and we'll definitely do this more often, but with her friend Jo in the mix instead of Barbra.

***

'Oh, good news, Eddy' - my younger brother, and also a real estate agent - 'has found an affordable apartment for you, close to the city centre, you can move in next week.' In the meantime, I pour myself a modest glass of whiskey, after all I have something to celebrate.

'What?' Barbra looks at me with wide eyes, 'but- but I thought-'

'Oh,' I interrupt her, with great difficulty I manage to keep a straight face, 'and here are the divorce papers, feel free to go over them with a lawyer, as long as you don't wait too long to sign them.' Stunned, she lets the pile of papers be pressed into her hands.

'Declan! You can't be serious? I've-'

I know what she wants to say: I've done everything you wanted me to and now everything is fine again.

But that's not how it works, sweetheart, I know my worth now and I'm not going to let myself be used again as a gullible doormat and cash machine to fall back on, while you're out having a good time.

'I'm going for a long walk,' I say, after I've downed the whisky in one go and put the glass down on the table with a satisfying thud, 'don't wait up for me.'

As I walk away humming, I glance over my shoulder, she looks after me with a mixture of panic and frustration. She clearly didn't see that coming.

I fish my mobile phone out of my inside pocket, I've decided to send Kelsie a quick text to express my appreciation for this afternoon once again. You have to keep contacts like this warm, preferably hot, ha-ha-ha, after all, there's also a romp in the offing with her red-haired friend, once the divorce is a fact. I can't think of a better way to celebrate that happy event!

My imagination immediately runs wild, two of those busty, energetic young girls who are up for anything, man, I'm already half hard again!

Heck, maybe I'll ask them to move in with me, in time, if all works out! Barbra will be raising hell when she finds out. Not that I care anymore about what Barbra likes and doesn't like. She can kiss my ass. Or no, not that, I'd rather let Kelsie do that.

Mmm, life is delicious, I feel like I've been reborn, happy and carefree for the first time in years!

This guy is going to enjoy life from now on, get the most out of it, I feel like I'm starting all over, with infinite possibilities, and I'm excited!

THE END