Chapter 8: Bree

Bree was a hot and shapely blonde, with long lithe legs. At the crux of those legs, Bree had shaped her pubic hair into a heart. The curls were dark; thus, the carpet and drapes didn’t match. She was a bottle blonde, but she looked hot, that way. I wondered if I should do that too.

The combination of her teardrop breasts with the rest of her body made her almost irresistible.

Russ and Bree sat on the other end of our long sofa, petting and using their hands and mouths creatively on one another. Bree moaned often at what Russ was doing with her and to her, and got the rest of us turned-on because of her aroused state.

Bree took the initiative and started a blowjob on Russ. I got a shot of arousal watching my husband’s eyes get as big as saucers as she deep-throated him and then twisted and rotated her head back and forth – learn something new every day. I duplicated her move on Dirk, and when I looked he had already mentally relocated to some distant planet where hedonism was the norm. Dirk watched Bree’s large breasts sway around as she maneuvered around Russ. They were mesmerizing.

Bree mounted Russ soon after testing her oral skills. She started to ride his cock in the cowgirl position like there was no tomorrow. After a few minutes, Russ stood and lifted her, with their genitals still attached. She had her hands locked around his neck. He bounced her up and down on his cock as he stood in the middle of the living room, showing off for Dirk and me.

Bree was moaning up a storm and pleading with him to let her cum again ... and again. I hadn’t realized how many of those moans of hers accompanied an orgasm until then. My God, the woman was more orgasmic than me!

Russ laid her back on the sofa in the missionary position with the top of her head right up against my leg. I’d mounted Dirk in a cowgirl position by that time. Russ started to saw his cock into her, but he also bent over and sucked on Bree’s swaying breasts or used his thumb to stroke over her clit. Bree was in earth orbit. Occasionally, she’d start a mantra, such as, “So good, so good, so good.”

I watched Dirk as we fucked, and then I could switch and watch my husband fucking the hot blonde we’d picked up at the club. I wondered whether I’d ever been so aroused. I sure hope that Bree didn’t need to rush off someplace after we’d sexually sated our appetites for fucking. She looked like a fun companion.

Russ warned of his imminent bareback orgasm. Bree just accelerated her return thrusts to his. I watched as he pried her body slightly off the sofa, reached beneath her to her pert ass, and no doubt drove at least one finger part way up her ass.

Bree crested with a string of nasty words imploring Russ to deliver. “Oh, fuck. Sooooo goooood. I love fucking with you. Fuck me ... oh, I’m cumming. I’m going to spray my goop all over you – my girl goop. I love what you’re doing to me. Don’t stop. Ooooooooooooh FUCK!” I guess that I loved vocal women. I was saying similar things to Dirk.

Dirk and I came too. Bree had been inspirational or highly contagious. How could we resist, watching the two of them crest, feeling what we did, hearing the slap of sexually-aroused bodies echo around the room, and inhaling the aroma of sex from the four of us. I was less vocal, but surely enjoyed my climax as much as Dirk, and as much as Russ and Bree. I was still highly aroused watching my husband after fucking another ‘hot’ young woman. He seemed to enjoy just being there with his cock soaking in Bree’s cunt.

We lay there for a long time, not moving, and simply basking in our afterglows. Bree panted louder than any of the rest of us. She’d put a lot of energy into that fuck – good aerobic exercise.

Russ gradually pulled out and sagged to the floor. He looked at me with some uncertainty, so I knew I had to move to him and love him. I did, sliding down to the floor from my position atop Dirk. I quickly cleaned Russ’ cock by sucking on the still erect rod, and then moved into Russ’ arms, and we kissed. I enjoyed tasting Bree’s pussy on Russ’ lips and face too. I lapped at his wet cheeks covered in her fluids.

Bree said, “Wait! What’s going on? You two ... no, hold it ... Who’s...” She apparently couldn’t even frame the question as she saw the two of us start to make out so comfortably with each other.

Russ held one arm up to Bree. He said, “Come here, Baby. We’re all very friendly with each other.”

Bree slid down to the floor on Russ’ other side and let him pull her into a hug and kiss.

I leaned across him and also kissed Bree on the lips. She didn’t respond, but she didn’t pull away either. I said to her, “Bree, you looked so special making love with my husband. I could tell you two were having a good time – connecting. I hope you stick around.”

“HUSBAND!?” Bree jerked erect in obvious shock, and looked between me and Dirk, and asked, “Then who’s he?” She pointed at Dirk.

I smiled, “Oh, he’s my boyfriend, or more accurately my ‘temporary husband’ when Russ has to be out on the west coast for long time periods, but when he’s out there he lives with Dirk’s wife and is her temporary husband.”

“WAIT. Tell me all that again, but slower. Remember, I’m a blonde – although that been kind of recent change.” She relaxed a little and snickered at her own humor. She muttered, “Maybe I shouldn’t have dyed my hair.”

I sensed this girl was no slouch in the IQ department, although that was only gut feel at this point. All our conversations had been pretty superficial. I was constantly evaluating students and I got strong vibes from Bree that she was not only smart, but very smart. This was not a dumb blonde or bimbo.

I carefully explained the whole situation and what we’d recently done – the ad, the response, initial meetings, the dinners that turned into sexual evenings, and then the first threesome that very weekend. Bree took it all in and I could watch the wheels of analysis and judgment turning. I even gave her some of the rationale, our backgrounds and the importance of our career, and our inner feelings about it all.

I mentioned my teaching at Harvard, tenure, and Russ’ new VP job on the west coast at TDI. I also explained about our high sex drives, and constant need for fulfillment, our search for a like-minded couple with a mirror to our situation, meeting Jo and Dirk, and the current state of things. I also explained why I’d thought Russ and she had clicked, and how this was new for us. I urged her to stay.

The entire time I talked the four of us sat there naked clearly enjoying the sight of the other’s nudity. I was slightly jealous; everything that Bree did, made her breasts jiggle. I had smaller breasts that were still pretty somewhat jiggly yet upbeat.

Bree finally said, “If I were in your situation, I probably would have done the same thing, but ... how do I put this ... aren’t you jealous of Russ and Jo, or Russ and me?”

I responded before Dirk could engage. “An easy answer is, no, I’m not jealous because I have Dirk, but that’s not accurate. I teach psychology, and one of my favorite topics is memes – ideas that are like viruses that replicate and spread from person to person. They aren’t necessarily true, but many people take them as a given and the way world has to work.”

I continued, “Having a jealous reaction to your partner making love with someone else is a meme. We learn it. It’s handed down somehow from person to person. In a marriage, the offended party reacts with anger and malice, possibly ending a beautiful relationship, but there’s a big ‘BUT.’ There are many other options.”