Afterparty: The Complete Series: Open Relationships Aren't For Everyone... (9 page)

Catelyn gasped as William penetrated her, the angle letting him go deeper than he could if she were facing him. She was already wet, had been wet despite her nervousness coming to William and Olivia's that night, but she was incredibly tense too.

"Christ you're tight," William grunted. "That's good... Come here."

He yanked her down hard, sheathing himself with a single thrust, and Catelyn screamed as he pushed in all the way. 

Aaron and Olivia were definitely watching them now.

Catelyn squealed as William started fucking her, holding her hips, his hands bouncing her up and down on his cock, forcing a started cry from her each time his hips met her ass. He stared down at where they were joined, watching his shiny length slide in and out of her.

"You're very, very tight tonight, Catelyn," William groaned. He started pushing her up and down on him faster, loving the way she cried out each time he shoved her little body down on his thick cock. "And you're soaking wet, that's good..."

Olivia led Aaron to the couch facing Catelyn and William. Aaron sat, watching William fuck his wife while his wife squealed with each pump. Olivia stood beside him. She had her shirt off but was still wearing her jeans and bra.

Olivia finished undressing now, letting each article of clothing drop to the floor as she watched Catelyn ride her husband. She stood nude for a moment, feeling the air on her skin, feeling Aaron behind her, watching her. She stared at Catelyn, her head thrown back, small tight body bouncing on William's lap, William's big tanned hands on her pale hips, shoving her up and down on his dick with merciless roughness, Catelyn's high-pitched cries punctuating each thrust.

Olivia turned to Aaron, who'd opened his jeans and drawn out his cock, pumping it slowly with his fist while he watched Catelyn writhe and moan while she rode William.

"Do you like it?" Olivia asked softly, turning to him.

Aaron gazed at Olivia's lean, smooth-skinned body, her wide full breasts, narrow waist, long toned limbs. 
"I do, yeah," he sighed, reaching up to draw a finger between her labia. Olivia was already wet. Aaron leaned forward to give her a single lick, then turned her to face the other couple.

"That looks fun," Aaron said, nodding at Catelyn and William.

Then he drew Olivia down into his lap, mirroring Catelyn and William's positioning, guiding his cock into her pink wet slit, groaning as she sank onto him, tight perfect wet heat all around him.

Catelyn was beyond caring who was watching or who could hear her. Her entire world focused around William's thick rod between her legs, spreading her wide and filling her with every thrust. She gave a strangled cry each time he slid home, making her impossibly full, shuddered with pleasure each time he pulled back with delicious friction against her flesh, trembled as he pushed forward and duplicated that friction until his full length filled her just to the point of pain, shuddered as he pulled back, cried out as he did it again, and again, and again.

She opened her eyes just long enough to see Olivia and Aaron across from them, Olivia seated in Aaron's lap, facing her and William, Aaron's hands on Olivia's waist, guiding her up and down in a more leisurely pace than William's roughshod treatment of her, but that roughness was taking her to the verge of her losing her mind...

She was teetering on the edge of orgasm when William moved his hands from her hips to her breasts and brutally pinched both her nipples. 
That did it. Catelyn screamed as she came, twisting and writhing around William's cock, his hands relentlessly firm and rough with her breasts, his hips pumping a staccato rhythm into her. He pumped into her orgasm, letting her throb around him until he stiffened and grunted against Catelyn's back, and she felt thick warm come spill out from between them.

Catelyn sighed and William lifted her off of him, his cock softening. He set her on the couch beside him and she was grateful for the blanket as semen leaked out from between her legs.

She lay back for a moment, watching Aaron move inside Olivia, listening to her husband's soft grunts and Olivia's answering moans.

William reached over to Catelyn, stroked her hair.

Catelyn moved closer to him, curled into his side, each watching their spouses making love.

William said, "Is it alright?"

Catelyn considered, looked for the anxiety that had curled in her belly during the drive to the house. She looked at Aaron's face, flushed with pleasure, lips parted. She looked at Olivia, skin pink and warm, eyes heavily-lidded with lust. The two of them took their time, and together, they were beautiful.

"Yes," Catelyn murmured, "It's alright."

She curled her fingers through his chest hair and he pulled her closer, softened cock a gentle C in his lap.

A little while later, dressed and blushing a little, thanking them both for a lovely evening, Catelyn and Aaron left.

William leant against the wall and stared at the closed door. 

Olivia stood behind him, resting one hand on his shoulder. 

"Think they'll be OK?"

He sighed. "I don't know."

Olivia turned William to her, took his hands. "Did you have any idea their problems were so serious?"

"Neither of them let on at all," William said honestly. "I had no idea."

She put her arms around his waist. "Well, I guess we'll see."

William nodded, planted a kiss in his wife's hair. "Yes, we will."

In the car Aaron said, "That was nice."

The drive between William and Olivia's house and their own house was short. Catelyn drove, silent next to Aaron, feeling the memory of William all over her body, thinking of Aaron's face as he'd looked at Olivia. Aaron said nothing after his initial observation.

Within minutes they were pulling into their neighborhood.

As they approached the house Catelyn opened her mouth to agree, that it had been nice, but what came out instead was: "I think we're done."

She pulled into the driveway, put the car in park, and felt the color drain from her face as she realized what she'd just said. 

Catelyn stared at her hands, resting loosely on the steering wheel.

Aaron sat across from her, not looking at her. The car idled.

"Is this it, then?"

She couldn't look at him. "I thought we'd just take a break, but now..."

He turned to her, and clasped her hands, pulled them off of the steering wheel. "No, I don't think it has to be. Maybe we can... we can keep doing this thing, you know, with other people."

She stared at him. "You really think we can we do this? Stay together, see other people when we want to?"

He smiled. "Do you love him?" He tried to ask casually and failed.

Catelyn took a moment, turned the idea over in her mind. William would never leave Olivia. Olivia would never leave William. She could have the best of both, have her independence and a warm bed too...

"No. I don't love him."

"Are you sure?" Aaron peered into her face. She let out a small laugh.

"Yes. Yes, I'm sure."

He sighed and she heard the shudder of relief in his chest, and she looked at him. "You were worried."

"Why would you think otherwise?" he asked, a little hurt. He let go of her hands, drew back.

"Because I think you're in love with Olivia."

Aaron was silent and Catelyn took that as all the answer she needed. The strange calm that had overtaken her settled on her like a cloak. It was the first time she'd felt really calm in weeks. And it assured her of something: she was doing the right thing. 

"Stay with me," he said softly. "We'll do what Olivia and William do. We'll have an open relationship."

Catelyn considered her hands, put them back on the steering wheel. Then she looked at her husband. "No. I don't think I can do that."

Aaron grabbed her hand again. "Just take a minute to think about this."

"I have. We'd been having problems well before William and Olivia came into the picture, Aaron, all they did was underscore how it's been." She squared her shoulders. "I'm sorry I kissed Jeffrey at lunch that one time..."

"I told you I forgave you."

"But I don't think you ever did."

"Jesus, are we going to go over this again?" Aaron demanded, then softened at Catelyn's expression. "No, Catelyn, honey, look, I'm sorry..."

"I didn't cheat on you but we have deeper problems," Catelyn pointed out, "and taking on new partners was probably not a solid idea. Just... Aaron, I think you know it's for the best."

"Do you... do you still love me?"

She smiled. "I do. I always will."

"Then why can't we make this work?"

Catelyn sighed. "I'm not Olivia. I'm not ready to do this."

He stared at the floor, face white with shock.

She put a hand on his shoulder. "We could stay friends. But if you feel the way about Olivia that I think you do... It looks clear to me. I need my freedom and you need yours. Why don't we just go our separate ways for now?"

He took her hand, still looking at the floor. 

"It'll be alright, Aaron."

"I can't do this without you."

"Yes you can. You always could." She kissed his cheek. "You'll be alright."

"Don't go."

Catelyn shook her head. "We'll have the same fight again next week, the same old arguments, the same old garbage. Something has to change, you understand that, don't you?"

He finally looked at her. 

He hugged her across the seat. She hugged him back hard.

"I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too."

He held her a moment longer, then released her.

"Call me," he said, half-joking.

"I will," Catelyn said. 

He got out of the car, stood in the driveway, let her go.

The End

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