Twenty-Four

Faith held up a turquoise blouse, inspecting the ruffles down the front. “I just don’t see why I’m supposed to be nice to her when she never is to me,” she said to Tracey, who inspected her own blouse from the clearance rack. “I mean if something is going on that makes her a bitch, she should see a therapist.”

“And Edwin didn’t give you a clue as to what it was?” Tracey met her at the mall to help her pick out a new outfit for her trip next week. Selby was at home waiting for the call to start the grill and open the wine.

“No. All he said was it wasn’t his place to tell me something Cherish didn’t want me to know. He just stood there with a guilty look on his face. Then, he kissed me.”

Tracey glanced up at her, a confused look on her face. “He kissed you? Just like that?”

Faith nodded as she slipped the top back on the rack. “He said it was to remind me of our agreement.”

Tracey stood there, the shirt in her hand now simply dangling from her fingers. “I take it he doesn’t care about being caught at work or the position that would put you both in.”

Faith took another shirt, this one a dark burgundy with gold fringe around the collar. “It doesn’t seem to. Or rather, according to him, he had it all under control. Still, I have to admit, the excitement of where we were stopped my ranting and took my breath away. That’s the part of being with Edwin I like the most, the risk factor.”

Tracey laughed and shook her head. “You’re crazy, you know?”

Faith laughed. “This coming from the woman who made my husband come in his bookstore with the door unlocked, adding the risk of anyone coming in possible. I think risk is what we both enjoy.” Faith nodded at the shirt she chose. “Let’s try some of these on, shall we?”

Tracey followed her into the dressing room, both showing their selections to the attendant on duty. They took stalls next to each other and continued talking as if in the same room and not stripping down.

“And how is Selby handling your half of the arrangement?” Tracey asked through the thin wall separating them.

“As long as I dote on him once in a while, he seems okay with the way things are going. Why? Has he said something to you?”

“Not really. He wishes we were all together, but he hasn’t complained about anything.”

Faith laughed. “I bet he does.”

A knock came on Faith’s dressing room door. “Open up. I want to see what this one looks like on you.”

Faith stared at the door a moment before shrugging and slipping the latch up. Tracey walked in, not caring that the other woman was half dressed, holding a shirt in her hand. “Nice bra. I love that shade of blue. Here, try this on. I think it would go better with your eyes.” Tracey took the shirt that had been in Faith’s fingers away from her and handed her a turquoise top with butterflies up one side. Faith paused a moment, but it was obvious Tracey wasn’t leaving the small room. With a sigh, Faith slipped the shirt over her head.

Once she had it smoothed out, Tracey reached out and adjusted the way the material hung on Faith’s breasts, not caring that she manhandled the other woman. Satisfied, Tracey stepped back and nodded. “I thought so. It looks better on you than on me. You should keep it.”

Faith laughed as she shook her head. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Here. Try it on with these pants you picked out.” Tracey stood holding a pair of beige slacks in her hands, waiting on Faith to strip out of her jeans.

Faith stared at her. “Um, are you going to step out?”

“Why? You think I’ll see something I haven’t seen before?”

“No, but I’m not used to getting dressed in front of people.”

“You and your sister never tried on each other’s clothes?”

“I’ve told you about my sister, right?”

Tracey nodded. “Right. Well, get used to it. Now, out of those jeans.”

Faith couldn’t help but laugh as she unbuttoned her pants and slid them down her hips.

Tracey whistled, and Faith felt herself blush. “Matching thong. Nicely planned. You meeting Edwin later, or does Selby like the pretty stuff on you?”

“Selby prefers me naked,” Faith laughed. “Edwin prefers me to dress this way.”

Tracey leaned back against the dressing room wall as Faith slid the slacks up her long legs. “Doesn’t it get hard to keep up with both of them like that? I mean, two men, each wanting something different?”

“Not really. Selby never asks for anything, so it hasn’t been a conflict. He seems to like the small changes.”

Tracey nodded. “It would drive me crazy if I were a guy.”

“Well, what do you think?” Faith held her hands out to her side as if putting herself on display. “Why would it matter if you were a guy?”

“I like it. See, another new outfit.” Tracey slipped the other blouse back on a hangar. “And most guys don’t like to compete for their woman’s attention and seem to prefer their own way in a relationship. Most don’t share things like that well.”

Faith slid the pants back down her legs. “Well, so far, Selby doesn’t seem to care. At least, he hasn’t said anything to me about it if he does. What has he said to you?”

“Only what I shared with you, that he wishes we were all together. He hasn’t complained.” Tracey snatched up the scattered clothing. “I’ll meet you out there.”

Faith watched as Tracey left the small dressing room. The usually fiery redhead didn’t seem perturbed, but something in the way she just suddenly left gave Faith an odd feeling. It was abrupt. Faith could understand Tracey wanting to defend and even protect Selby, but what exactly did she think she protected him from? Swinging had been his idea. He had agreed on the separate play time adventures. Surely, he wasn’t second guessing his choices and whining to Tracey about it and not her.

Faith continued to stare at the door. Or was he?

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Selby stood by the grill, the aroma of the ribeyes mixing with the salt spray from the Atlantic. Over the sounds of Foreigner singing Jukebox Hero, he heard the girls coming through the Florida Room and onto the deck. They were laughing, so he assumed the shopping trip had cost him plenty of money.

Faith crossed the deck toward him and leaned in and kissed him as she asked how the steaks were coming along. Tracey followed her, and to his surprise, when Faith moved, she stepped in and kissed him as well. “Miss us?”

He stared, silenced by confusion for a moment. After a quick second, he said, “Always. And the steaks are almost ready. Why don’t you ladies fix yourselves some drinks, and I’ll set everything else up.”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Faith said as she turned back toward the house.

“How about you? Need another of whatever you’re drinking?” Tracey stood with her hands in her jean pockets as she smiled at him, all innocence and sweetness.

“Sure. I’ll take another glass of the Merlot that’s on the counter.” He handed her his glass as he gave her a puzzled look, which she ignored.

Tracey had never kissed him in front of Faith before, so it caught him by surprise she had done it just as naturally as his wife had. Even more so that Faith hadn’t blinked an eye. Of course, things between them had recently changed in a drastic way, but did that mean it should be out in the open? Were there rules about what he could do in front of Faith and what he couldn’t?

He smiled. He had to admit he liked the new way of doing things if this was how it would be. Not that it wouldn’t take some getting used to. Before, when Faith and he met other couples, they knew it was sex, and they fucked their partners, and everyone said goodnight. This was different. With Tracey, it seemed more intimate, almost like he was cheating in some way.

He shrugged. He wasn’t going to complain.

With the steaks steaming on the platter, he turned the grill off and began to set up the table. The girls passed back through the sliding glass doors with the rest of the meal and fresh drinks. The music switched to Jimmy Buffett as everyone made themselves comfy around the table. The girls told him all about their shopping trip and promised a modeling show after dinner.

And they did. Selby stretched out on the bed, feet crossed and hands clasped in his lap as one by one the girls stripped and showed off their new purchases. It didn’t seem to bother either one that they were both getting naked in front of him and twirling around. Both seemed to need his approval on what they bought, and he was more than happy to give it with the show he received. He continued to sip his Merlot and smile.

Once the show was over, the ladies slipped back into what they had been wearing, made some popcorn and snuggled on the couch, each girl taking a side, and they watched While You Were Sleeping. At times, Selby had his arms around both ladies, and their heads were on his chest. When he noticed it, he suddenly grew self-conscious and shifted, making everyone move.

It would definitely take some getting used to, if they kept this up.

Once the movie was over and the credits rolled across the flat screen, everyone stretched, restoring blood flow to muscles that hadn’t moved in an hour. “As much as I hate to say it, I have to get going. Four comes early.”

“Four?” Faith asked. “You get up at four in the morning?”

“I have to be at work by five to make sure those early risers have their breakfast of sweets and coffee. Someone, not mentioning any names, but his initials are Selby Greer, would pout if everything wasn’t fresh and hot when he came in.”

Selby laughed as he stood. “What can I say? I hate cold coffee and sweets.”

Faith gave Tracey a tight hug. “Well, be safe going home. I’m glad you came over tonight. Shopping was fun.”

“Girl time is always fun.”

“I always enjoy being with the girls,” Selby said as he wiggled his eyebrows at them.

Faith patted his stomach as she shook her head. “Be a nice guy and walk your girlfriend out. I’ll meet you in the bedroom.”

He watched as his wife turned and walked out of the television room and into their bedroom, leaving him alone with their friend, or rather his girlfriend as Faith just called her. He turned back to Tracey, an eyebrow raised in baffled surprise. “I guess I’m walking you out.”

“Nice,” she said as she smiled up at him before turning to the door. “I can get used to this.”

He stared at her back as she walked away. Me too.

At the car, Selby took her keys from her and unlocked the door. He opened it as he handed her back the keys. “Your chariot is ready, my lady.”

“Yes, I could definitely get used to this.” She glanced back at the house. “What do you think brought this change upon our dear Faith?”

He took a quick glance at the house as if he could see Faith inside. “I don’t know, but I’m not going to argue with it.” He turned back to Tracey. “I’m enjoying it way too much.” He reached out and touched her cheek with his palm.

She placed her hand over his and pressed it tighter to her face. “Me too.”

He pulled her closer to him and pressed his warm lips to hers. Her small body fell into his as he felt her arm wrap around his waist and hold him tight. When they broke away, she gazed up into his eyes, a bashful smile creasing her eyes. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

“With my hot coffee.”

They both chuckled as she slid into the car. He watched as she drove away, not returning to the warmth of the house until her brake lights were out of sight.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

As he entered the bedroom, he noticed Faith already dressed for bed and snuggled under the quilt reading a Lisa Jackson novel. “I thought for sure you would be longer saying goodnight.” She closed the book and watched as he strolled across the carpet, pulling his shirt over his head.

“What? You thought we would have had a quickie in the driveway? The neighbors would have loved that.”

“I’m glad I didn’t peek through the window to watch. You would have disappointed me.”

Selby shook his head as he slid his pants off and tossed them toward the closet. He smiled at the image of Faith watching in the window as he took Tracey right there against her car. “That is a pretty hot vision. Maybe next time, we’ll give it a shot.”

“Don’t make promises you won’t keep. You’ll get me all hot and bothered just to be dropped into frustration. You might come in and find me taking care of business on my own.”

Naked, Selby slid under the covers and snuggled up to Faith. “Now, there’s motivation not to do it. What would I come in and catch you doing?”

Faith closed her eyes. “I would massage my tits with one hand, pulling on my nipples, twisting them.” She slid her left hand onto her breast and began carrying out her words. “My other hand would be between my legs, fingers pressing onto my clit making small circular motions.” She moved her right hand between her legs and began to masturbate her swollen pearl. She moaned softly as she felt Selby nuzzle close to her ear, his warm breath on her neck. “Every few minutes, I would dip my fingers into my wetness, finger-fucking myself as I pinched my nipples. I would picture you bending Tracey over the car, taking her from behind. You would pound her with your cock, your hands on her hips as you speared into her tight little pussy.” Her fingers returned to her clit, and she rubbed it back and forth with quick, jerky motions.

Selby ran his tongue over her ear. “And the scene would get you hotter and hotter as I took her right there in our driveway?”

“Yes.” Her hips moved upward to meet her fingers. She rubbed harder, faster, her breathing coming gasps. “Oh god, yes. It would be hot.”

Selby kissed his way down her neck. “Would you play with yourself while you watched?”

“Yes!” Her voice rose higher as she pinched her nipple harder. Her hips bucked against her fingers as she rubbed harder. She could feel it building inside of her, saw the images in her mind, felt Selby’s warm lips against her flesh. “Ohh, ohh…Selby...oh, godddd…unnnggghhhh…” Her moan filled the room, her hips rose off the sheets as her orgasm ripped through her tense body, shaking her, her head rolling back and forth as she groaned.

She opened her eyes at the peak and saw Selby watching her, a grin splitting his face, his eyebrows raised. She took a deep breath as she collapsed back on the bed. “Oh god, that was good.” Her chest rose and lowered with her heavy breathing as she opened and closed her eyes a few times as her climax subsided. Selby merely leaned on an elbow and watched her.

“It looked good,” he said with a slight chuckle in his voice. “I can imagine me fucking Tracey and then turning toward the house and seeing you standing in the window with your hand between your legs, getting yourself off as you watched. Definitely a hot scene for sure.”

She reached over and wrapped the hand that had not been between her legs around his neck and pulled him to her. Their lips met, and she kissed him with a satisfied hunger. “Something to look forward to.”

He smiled at her as he watched her lay back on her pillow, her eyes half closed as sleep began to take her. The scene still played in her head as she drifted off.