Page 12 of Festive Flings

“Billie, your ground rules, honey. What are your ground rules for Romeo and me?” I frown at him and his incessant bloody ground rules.

“Why no kissing? I like kissing, Jonty.” It's important to me; it's part of the sensual excitement.

“Just not on the lips please, Bill. If you want to kiss on the mouth, kiss me.” He asks so little of me that I relent, but it sincerely bothers me because I don't understand. I kissed Ruby and it didn't bother him, why wouldn't kissing Romeo be the same?

I am completely dominated all night. As Romeo fucks me hard and deep with his huge cock, I suck Jonty’s. Later that night, Jonty asks me if I trust him.

“I want both Romeo and I to be inside you at the same time… do you want that?” Yearning fills me like lava in the pit of my stomach. We have tried and enjoyed anal, but double penetration is next level. Yes, I unquestionably want it.

I am just unsure of the mechanics, but I put my full trust in Jonty, as I have many times before, and he never lets me down.

As Romeo lies on his back, I climb on to his cock, and slide down it. It fills me and stretches me and hits places nothing else ever has. I grind against him and on him, lifting myself all the way to the end before dropping my full weight back down on him. Then, I feel Jonty behind me. He already has lube on his fingers while he plays with my puckered rosebud. I am full to capacity but as Jonty stretches me in preparation, the lava in my tummy starts to bubble, I am going to explode.

“I’m going to take this really slowly, Bill, I don’t want to hurt you, baby. Tell me if it hurts. Do you promise?” I nod my agreement.

There is pain, but not overly much and I like the way the pain mingles with the pleasure, it makes everything feel more intense. I have never felt such fullness, or pleasure so intense. I have never been as fulfilled as I feel being fucked by my husband and our friend. As the three of us move as one, all of us moaning and groaning in delight, nothing has ever felt so right. Jonty gently rubs circles on my clit, and I am already so far gone that I cum like never before, all within a couple of minutes.

Jonty chuckles in my ear as I pant and moan my way through my prolonged orgasm. “Yes, baby! Tell me how much you love this.”

“That is the best orgasm I have ever had. Now, I want both of you to cum inside me.”

They both quickly find a rhythm that works for them and as they move inside of me I just crave to be kissed. I want that intimacy. I have to wait for Jonty to finish before I can have it.

I loved every minute of it. It takes me three days to recover, and we almost immediately begin to plan our next session.

Later, when I ask Jonty about the kissing on the lips, he tells me that is the most intimate act in his eyes. I am his Billie and all my kisses belong to him. I don’t understand it, but I accept it. I ask why he let me kiss Ruby, and he just shrugs and says it is different, that kissing a woman is different from kissing another man.

He has been so willing and giving with everything else, it is a small sacrifice for me to make him happy.

~*~ End of Flashback ~*~

I have a lot of hope for this weekend. Jonty suggested we go dogging to slowly ease ourselves back into the scene. Dogging is when we go watching or having sex in a public place. It's usually under the cover of darkness. Jonty had been part of the exhibitionist scene for a long time before I met him. We had done it before the children and the plan was to just watch this time and test our own resolve and boundaries before jumping to something bigger.

Dogging is awesome because of the spontaneity of it. You could literally watch anyone fucking, someone else might join them, you can also be invited to get up close and personal or you can just stand in the background and jerk off with their permission. I get such a high from watching others acting out their salacious acts, but an even bigger high from being watched by complete strangers who fantasise about fucking me too.

Jonty is making all the arrangements. I just have to ask Jamie if she would mind babysitting overnight one day this weekend.

As I drive into work the day after my heart-to-heart with Jonty, I sing along with Mariah, and grin at the other motorists. Happiness and fulfilment flow through my veins and it simply rejuvenates me to be looking forward to the next few weeks.

When I get to Tables & Fables, I instantly know that Jamie hasn’t left the building yet. The door chain has been left on and I now have to open up the front of the Café so I can get in. She must have slept in. I try to call her but her voicemail instantly kicks in.

“For fuck’s sake, Jamie!” I mutter to myself as I trudge around the front of the shop. By the time I have the shutters up, Dana and Moira, the baker, have also arrived for work.

“Open up for me, please, Dana, while I go and kick my sister's ass.” I bound off up the stairs and open her front door with my emergency key.

“Jamie, wake up; you’ve slept in.” I wait for her to reply but she doesn’t. Now, I am seriously worried about her. After her break-up with Carl, she was depressed for a while. I hope getting that invitation yesterday hasn’t set her back.

“Jamie, you little bitch, get up now. I had to walk all the way around to the front of the café, because you left the chain on the door. You’re late for work.”

“Go away!” She shouts from her bedroom, and while I’m relieved she isn’t dead, I’ll kick her butt for scaring me.

“What’s up with you? Can I come in?” Silence follows for a while before she answers me.

“Just leave me alone, Billie. I never want to leave this room. I’m such a stupid dick.” I can hear the crying in her voice and my heart breaks for her. I had hoped she had moved on enough for her not to be heartbroken once again. I guess she isn’t as far along as I thought.

“I’m coming in.” I open the door and the fucking cat jumps at me, claws out and hackles raised. “Get off me you smelly fucker!” I screech, and through her tears, Jamie starts howling with laughter. The cat runs off, hissing and wailing as it does, and I stand looking at my sister in astonishment.

“Oh my goodness, Bill, I was feeling so down and sad but that has made my day. That was the funniest thing I’ve seen in ages.” She starts laughing again and even though her feral shit machine has scratched my head and plucked my beautiful scarf, I end up laughing along with her.

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