The Hedges Pt. 05.3

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The Hedges, Pt 5.3

Ken is Surprised

Denise was strangely uncertain what to wear. Staging this intervention with Ken felt kinda like going to the doctor, or making a speech, something where you should dress up a little, not just in jeans and a sweatshirt. She could benefit from any trappings of authority available so she took a minute to consider her closet. Denise had been considering what Janie’d said to Taylor about not losing her virginity, but claiming her feminine. So what made her feel sexy? Didn’t need to just pick something for Ken. She found herself wondering what Janie thought was arousing. Maybe what turned her on would also turn on the girl, something she couldn’t have imagined wanting to do yesterday.

So after some indecision Denise settled on a silk blouse in carmine red over a lacy, pink bra with the catch in the front and matching panties under a synthetic floral dress with big, bright tropical flowers running across it. No stockings, no shoes, she decided. That would keep things simple. Besides, she was proud of her legs in their natural state, firm, smooth and shapely. Ken had always liked her legs, often working his way up from her toes in the good old days. Since Janie’d opened the door to hope her libido’d kicked back into high gear. She was as tingly as back in high school before her ‘grown up’ life began.

Janie was reading on her phone when Denise came back to the livingroom and gave her a very approving look. “Nice choices, Denise, you’ve got this,” was all she needed to say.

“I’m so nervous,” said the wife, “do you want a drink? Can you drink?” She got a stiff one for herself.

“No, thanks, Mrs. G. I’ll be fine.” And the girl did look remarkably calm, considering. It was obvious a three-way was no big thing for her. Hell, a four-way didn’t phase her. Well, maybe it’d be less awkward since she was ‘experienced’. Exactly how’d she get that way so young?

Denise breathed deeply at the sound of Ken’s Camry in the drive. She steeled herself and stood tall as he came through the kitchen and into the living room.

Seeing the two women looking strangely wolfish, he stopped short, looked apprehensive. “What’s this?” he said, setting his briefcase down. Denise was dressed for something and had a drink in her hand. A scotch by the look of it. That was unusual.

“We need to have a talk, Ken,” said his wife, “and Janie, here, is going to help us come to a better understanding…”

“I don’t think I get…”

“…about last night and all our problems. Please hear me out, Ken.”

“…what she’s got to do with this?” Ken noticed the girl’s confident posture and how she looked at him so, what? ‘knowingly’ was what came to mind. Made him uncomfortable, like she knew something he didn’t. Had him on his back foot. Not to mention the memory of his daughter with her face in that little girl’s twat and what that vision had spurred him to do. He braced for the shitstorm.

Denise continued, “We’ve talked about how much I want to be able to make love to you again properly and how this problem’s been wrecking our marriage. She’s brought to me, to us, a solution that I’d like to try.” There, she’d started something.

“We don’t need someone in our business.”

“Kenny, don’t you want me to be able to take you in my pussy again? I want your cock in my pussy again! I do, I really, really, do but we haven’t been able to begin to solve the problem and Janie’s opened my eyes to something that might help.”

“Jeez, you can’t just be saying ‘pussy’ and ‘cock’ like that. This is way too personal for us to be talking about with this neighbor girl.” Stealing a glance at Janie who just smiled.

“It’s gone way past that, darling.”

“What’s that mean?” He was feeling like a drink himself.

“Please sit down and let me explain. Give me ten minutes”.

The look in his wife’s eyes was as serious as it got so Ken knew she was all-in with whatever this was. Kinda like the time she convinced him to spend a pile of extra cash on that Disney upgrade. He had to admit that it had been worth it. One of the best vacations ever. She was right that her dry twat was causing all kinds of problems. The shame of last night was fresh and here Denise seemed to want to work it out even after his bad behavior. That was a load off his shoulders. So he sat.

“I could use one of those,” he said, gesturing to his wife’s glass.

“I’ll get it!” said the girl, jumping up from her perch on the loveseat. He’d last seen her with ankarada yeni escortlar her mouth wide open in a silent howl as his daughter lapped at her snatch. Her school uniform only enhanced her lithe body, those thin, toned legs long and bronze. Maybe she had some sex magic that would help. How could he even think that?

“Where’s Taylor?” he asked, suddenly wondering if she’d somehow be in this weird conversation. Part of him shamefully hoped she would. He couldn’t suppress that he’d felt such lust for her the night before. It brought great guilt, but it was there.

“She’s on a sleep-over tonight,” said his wife with a knowing look cast at Janie as the girl brought his scotch and perched on the loveseat again, attentive and fresh. Just looking at her could make a guy feel good about the world.

Well, the women clearly had a campaign worked out and he’d just as well sit back and find out what it was all about. The scotch went down quick and hot. He felt looser.

Denise sat on the edge of the couch, turned to him, set her glass on the coffee table, took a deep breath and began, “Ken, honey, I love you so much and it breaks my heart to deny you. I miss the vaginal sex, too and I really want it back. I want your cock to make me scream like it used to do.”

Ken blushed at the language and looked between the two women, his wife earnest, the girl calm, knowing and confident. He kept his mouth shut. Denise actually referred to some notes as she began again.

“We’re out of balance, each of us and our relationship. If you think of our Selves as made up of four parts, uh, of the emotional, the physical, the mental and the spiritual and understand that when one’s off the others go off, too. See, my physical problem is what’s throwing off our emotional life….” and she continued, making a clear case for the framework of the solution, he had to admit. This whole notion of balance kinda made sense but her still wanting him badly was a bit of a surprise. She’d rebuffed him so often he began to wonder what was wrong with him. He wouldn’t ever cheat on her, but the young agents in the office were looking hot. He was afraid if one of them came on to him he’d be weak. He didn’t want that guilt, so talking about their problems was a welcome start.

But then Denise said, “So Janie will show us how to make love without penetration…”

“Whoa! Show us?”

“Yes, we’ll learn how to enjoy each other in so many other ways and maybe after a while we can do it like we used to do.”

“Wait a minute. You said she’ll show us. What does that mean?”

“It means,” said Janie, speaking for the first time, “that we’ll all have sex together until you two are happy in the bedroom.” The effervescent girl seemed not the least bit uncomfortable with this pronouncement.

“This is what you want, Denise?”, asked Ken, incredulous. “It’s OK with you for me to have sex with this girl? Wait, will you be having sex with this girl, too?” Denise blushed deep red. Were all the women in his family having sex with Janie? Suddenly he was envious and horny.

“Well, remember, vaginal penetration is not on the table,” said Janie, “though Denise can set other limits she’s comfortable with.”

Ken thought of a lot of things he could do to her ‘on the table’. But his little head counseled him that this wasn’t the time to ask too many questions or make too many demands. He sat sweating and confused as the conflicting impulses arose. Damn, damn, damn. He shook with anticipation. His body was ready even as his mind raced to catch up. The physical running ahead of the mental, he supposed, to put it in the women’s construct. Might make sense.

Denise, considering the earlier episodes with Janie, thought it seemed only fair to be OK with, well, almost anything. “I’m OK with oral, I guess,” said Denise, “touching, kissing, uh, not anal, but that’s not something you’re into anyway, is it, darling?” The woman wondered; they hadn’t been very adventurous or had even known how to ask about the other’s interests, not back when they were young and earnest, and certainly not as their marriage grew stale. Picturing her husband’s cock sliding between this girl’s lips was tweaking her clit, though, she was surprised to note. And now that she thought about it, maybe she’d entertain the idea of anal. Still reflexively trying to please Ken, aren’t you, said that one inner voice. But I might like it, so what’s the downside if we go at it carefully, said the other.

“Naw, not anal, that’s OK,” her husband said, waving his hand, looking certain. Would it be fun to persuade him otherwise? He didn’t say no to anything else. Was he sold on this plan?

Denise caught Ken’s eye. With the deep understanding of a married couple they didn’t need to speak. Longing, love, approval, gratitude and hope flowed between them in a way that had been blocked for too long. They hadn’t been so emotionally open with each other in a long time. They were both ready for a brave new world.

Before the bayan escort elvankent couple on the couch, Janie stood and let her skirt fall and unbuttoned the blouse. As her lean, brown body slowly appeared, Ken’s eyes followed. So did Denise’s. The shirttails gave peekaboo glimpses of yellow panties as Janie popped each button, her delta in a soft, cotton cameltoe. Husband and wife sat frozen, body heat rising, blood moving to their respective erogenous regions, cock trapped in boxers, nipples pressed against lacework, neck hairs rising, ears flushing pink, breath quickening. Their hands, tingling, moved toward each other’s bodies on their own. Ken squeezed her upper thigh and Denise’s sex clenched, juicing. Denise rubbed the bulge in his pants and he jerked.

It surprised him how hot it was to see his wife turned on by another woman. Denise was rapt as the blouse parted button by button until the girl stood, hands slowly pulling the fabric apart to reveal tight little titties capped in pink, hard nubs. Looked like Janie liked the prospects, too.

Denise licked her lips, craving those nipples and their spongy warmth between her teeth. Her husband moved his hand slowly upward on her thigh until his little finger found fabric, the hot and damp gusset of her pink satin panties. She shivered and felt her legs relax. Could she be as free as she’d been in the shower, as unafraid as she’d felt under Janie’s earlier attentions, as wanton as with their daughter and the Hedges kids?

The girl dropped the blouse and kicked it away, then turned to the side and thumbed the panties down, bending like a stripper, legs straight, butt out, tossing them aside and sinking to her knees.

“Don’t move, cause I’m going to do something for each of you before you can please each other, OK? Just as a warm up.” She crawled toward them.

Ken nearly tore a hole in his trousers from the inside as Janie approached. He could feel her tongue on his dick already and he oozed. Denise slipped her silk blouse over her head revealing that scooped lacy bra he liked. Where to look? A naked fawn slinking toward his crotch or handfuls of MILF boob in pink, swelling over the top like a bellows?

His wife slipped out of the flowered skirt and sat in lacy high-cut panties, unfastening the clasp between her breasts, releasing them to fall and jiggle, pips fat and red, areolae broad and dark. His mouth watered.

Janie slipped between his knees and reached for his zipper, snicking it down with practiced ease. She clearly knew how to unclothe a straining cock as she undid his belt and popped the button on his pants then felt smoothly into his fly to pull the boxers up and the cock gently down until the head reared up from his lap, red and hot and alert. The girl wrapped one hand lightly around the shaft and squeezed. He imagined his balls glowing orange with desire to empty. She leaned in and planted a chaste kiss on his wet tip and he nearly fainted. Ken’s entire body quivered.

His wife watched, hungrily, and swept her panties away, kicking those still fine legs. Now both women were naked and he sat there in polo and undone khakis. He pulled off the shirt, glad of the pool laps he’d spent in frustration. At least he could be proud of his fitness. He hoped he could impress this girl half his age, his daughter’s age. God, the one his daughter’d been muff-diving. There was a lot more to this kid than he’d imagined.

“Slide down a bit,” the girl said to Denise as she moved between the wife’s thighs, licking her lips clean of the drop of Ken’s juice. Janie looked from one to the other and smiled. “I’m going to get you each off first, then we’ll be on a plateau where we can take our time.” She said this so matter-of-factly. Where’d she get so comfortable, he wondered. Though only for a moment as, one hand still around his cock, she lowered her mouth to his wife’s nipple, bit gently and pulled. Denise gave a shuddering sigh.

Denise was still a little high from the last tongue-lapping, and apparently her body had the capacity for more. She wanted it badly and looked at Ken as Janie kissed her way down across her ribs, nuzzled her bellybutton and pressed her tongue along the crease of her thigh. Ken watched his wife’s eyes go big and unfocused when the girl opened her mouth over the labia, breathing hot onto his wife’s box. A steady ooze of juice dripped from his cock and ran over Janie’s hand.

He could see his wife’s passion rising, knew the signs of her impending peak. That was damn fast, he thought. He hadn’t watched her climax as a spectator before, too long since he’d seen it from any position. It was so hot he could barely sit still. His hips thrust on their own, reaching for the completion that penetration would give. His eyes locked on Denise’s as she rushed to orgasm, the girl grunting between her thighs as she lapped, her tight, round butt waggling. He wanted to get behind her and sink it deep.

Suddenly his wife, looking at him as she went, leaned escort bayan etimesgut over and took him in her mouth all the way to Janie’s fingers. She shuddered with her release, moaning around his cock, and he blew, going tense as each pulse of jizz raced through him to fill Denise’s mouth, her tongue writhing. Both shook, and whined as they shuddered through orgasm, cum spilling over, pooling on the couch. This was a whole different experience from the night before.

Ken threw a dozen hot pulses down her throat and she took them, shaking through peak after peak as the girl pressed her face deep in his wife’s twat, fingers pinching her nipples. Slowly, they released from the tension of mutual orgasm, sinking back into the couch, sweaty and gasping. Denise gently sucked the last of him as he softened.

Janie raised up, wet-faced and smiling, looking at the two of them with pride and caring. “Take a little rest, my friends,” she said, wiping her face on the back of her hand, “we’ll get started in a bit.” She slipped out to the bathroom, hips on a swivel, giving them some time alone.

“I enjoyed that so much, darling,” breathed Denise, head on his strong shoulder.

“Not what I thought I was coming home to, I admit,” he said, stroking her hair as she ran her fingernail in little circles around his nipples. “I’m so sorry about last night. I’m ashamed of myself, how I forced you.” He wouldn’t mention the vision that incited his impatience.

“I want to try this and make our best effort, darling. Either I get past my issue or we learn how to do without. I know we can get balanced anyway. I need it.” She cried as she spoke and that melted him.

He knew he had to master his demanding drive to fuck her and not blame her for the problem. He guessed that his emotional response was out of balance with his physical. What the women had been trying to do was change his mental position on it, show him that he could think of it differently. Well, this did seem like a good start.

Janie returned smiling to see them still cuddling. She’d gotten herself a glass of water and looked as fresh and perky as ever. Ken took a moment to look without shame at the girl. An interesting contrast to his softer wife, her lean, tanned body rested with easy grace, so comfortable naked. He never imagined having sex with someone that young ever again, hadn’t had another woman but Denise in 18 years, and he wasn’t going to miss this chance. A part of him knew he’d been pulled into this as much by this bait as the desire to get back to right with Denise.

The couple untangled themselves and each took a bathroom break, getting water, too.

“Mr. G, you don’t need those pants anymore do you?” asked Janie and she undid his belt without a trace of discomfort, helped him two-step out of them until he was nude, too. She appraised him, shorter, but lean like her dad. Hair still thick at 39, a beak-nosed man. Not tanned, but pretty hairy, the pelt thick and black and untrimmed. At her inspection, his long, narrow cock re-awakened in his cloud of dark pubes.

Denise thought how different this evening was from the last, standing naked in the living room like they’d been doing it since forever. She did feel hopeful. Janie’d turned down the lights in their absence and tidied up their clothes.

“OK, as I told Denise earlier, there are lots of ways to have good sex without penetration. You just need to be a little creative and explore some other ways to stimulate the body. Even parts you might not have used in sex before.” The couple looked at her expectantly and she felt a powerful competence. It was good to be good for people.

“Ken, come up behind Denise and let her rest back into you.”

“We’re doing this standing up?” he said, moving into position.

“Yes, and Denise, just relax for a bit and spread those feet so I can reach,” said Janie and she again sank to her knees and brought her face to the woman’s tender vulva, swiping with her tongue, then pulling back.

Denise tried to relax. Ken’s hardening cock pressed into her lower back. He won’t put it in you, Janie’d said. OK, but could he resist the urge? He was driven. Did he ‘get it’ the way the girl had explained it, this outercourse? She let her body settle as she leaned back into Ken’s embrace. Janie looked up pixie-like from the floor at her feet, her pointy little breasts alert, pink-nippled.

“Ken, you just hold Denise for now. Use your hands, ever so gently, where you can reach. Let your cock be hard, but resist the urge to thrust him, OK?” said Janie, resting her hands on Denise’s thighs. Those thighs were catching fire. Again.

Ken thought, Goddam, never had a 3-way. “I’ll try,” he said and slowly slid his hands up over his wife’s tight nipples, those dark raspberry tips he loved to chew on, hefted her heavy mams. The girl had seemed to enjoy suckling them as much as he did. He held his wife’s warm and slack body, looking down to where Janie’s head bobbed at her delta, bringing long, deep sighs from Denise.

Janie’s little fingers found their way to fondle his sack, bringing him to full staff, breathing again ragged. The girl pressed him back gently and pulled his cock down, socketing it in the hot, fleshy channel between his wife’s thighs, wet with saliva and pussy juice.