Chapter 5 Jackie
Jackie
Icouldn’t stop thinking about what I had seen the night before, and what I had felt.
We all casually hung out throughout the day–watching a couple episodes of a new show, playing a card game, having lunch with easy conversation.
But I couldn’t help but feel the stares from Hana and Jack, and the way each of their gazes swept over me and Elliott, like they were sizing us up, or waiting for something.
Were they swingers? I would know that, wouldn’t I?
No, why would I? Is that why they invited us here?
My mind raced as Hana got up and stretched, and I couldn’t help but glance over at Elliott; his eyes swept over her, but then he looked away quickly.
Always so respectful. But it was a plain fact that Hana was gorgeous.
If they were swingers, and if we did participate in something like that, would Elliott be into that?
I trusted him completely. Is that what was needed in situations like this?
And I trusted Hana too. I had no idea what the rules in this kind of situation were like.
“The snow stopped a little bit. Anyone up for the hot tub?” she asked, turning around toward all of us sitting on the couch.
My mouth went dry. Seeing Hana in her bikini again? I couldn’t stop staring at her last summer, and the summer before that, seeing her perfect body in a tiny bikini.
I glanced over at Elliott. He lifted his brows at me, as if he wanted to let me decide. I felt Jack’s gaze on me as well.
“Um, yeah. Yeah, that sounds nice,” I answered calmly, though my heart was racing wildly.
Hana gave me her crooked smile. “Cool. See you guys out there in a few?”
I nodded, watching her grab Jack’s hand and lead him down the hallway to their bedroom.
I bit my lip, trying to find the courage to let Elliott know what I was thinking, what my theory was.
“Baby,” I said, taking his hand just as he stood up, pulling him back down to me.
“Hmm?” he asked, a hint of a smile on his lips.
“I have to tell you something,” I said with shaky breath.
His eyes widened, and he shook his head slightly. “What’s wrong?”
I glanced over at the hallway to make sure Hana and Jack had disappeared into their room.
I sighed, turning my body toward his.
“Last night…while I was getting water…I-I, um,” I stammered, then finally spit it out. “I saw Hana and Jack having sex. Their door was cracked open. I heard a sound and I-I just looked in and saw them,” I admitted.
Elliott’s eyebrows lifted in surprise, then he smiled a little. “Are you upset about seeing them?” he asked, a little confused.
I shook my head with a small laugh. “No. I just…Hana looked up and saw me. She saw me and she didn’t stop. She just kept going, kept looking at me.”
Saying the words out loud sent a rush of heat between my legs.
Elliott was struck silent as he searched my face, and I had no idea what he was thinking.
“How–how do you feel about that?” he asked, and I immediately laughed at my husband’s typical therapist response.
He smiled back, but I could tell he was still confused.
“Elliott–I liked it. I liked seeing them have sex,” I admitted, holding my breath, resting my shaking hands on my lap. “It turned me on.”
His smile fell a little and I almost instantly regretted telling him.
“Are you…attracted to them?” he asked hesitantly.
My heart felt like it was about to fly out of my chest.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Are you?”
His eyebrows twitched slightly. “To Hana, sure. I don’t think I find men attractive, though,” he said playfully.
I laughed a little. I didn’t expect him to say he was, but now that he said it, I suddenly wished he was.
“I think they might be swingers,” I whispered, my voice lowering again.
Elliott’s surprised face never faded. “Really?”
I nodded.
“If they wanted to do something with us…what would you think?” I asked cautiously.
He licked his lips and glanced down at the floor thoughtfully. “Well, I’d love to see you with another woman. As far as you with Jack…I might be interested in seeing that,” he said, just as cautiously. “If that’s what turned you on.”
That surprised me. “I’d be interested in seeing you with Hana, I think,” I responded, searching for his reaction.
That seemed to surprise him too.
“And if you’re feeling real kinky, Jack too,” I added with a laugh.
He chuckled, but he took my hand, searching my gaze. “Are you sure, Jacqueline?”
I nodded. “I mean, I don’t even know if they’re actually swingers, but…I just wanted to discuss all of this with you. Just in case.”
“Of course,” he responded eagerly. “I appreciate that, baby.”
He pulled me in for a kiss, and it deepened by the second. I pulled away, a question burning in my mind. “Is there anything you wouldn’t be okay with?”
He shook his head. “Do whatever turns you on, baby,” he whispered, then pulled me back in for a deep kiss.
Suddenly, I was on my back on the couch, and Elliott’s hand was shoved down my leggings, his palm finding my wet spot.
I knew exactly what was going on—Elliott was testing them, just like they were possibly testing me.
The thought that they could walk out at any second, watching us making out, had me more turned on than ever.
I moaned into Elliott’s mouth as he slipped his finger inside me, and I unbuttoned his jeans, finding his hard cock straining against his boxer briefs.
That elicited a moan from him, working me into a frenzy, as I pulled his cock out and began to stroke.
His free hand yanked down my leggings and before I knew it, he was on his knees in front of me, pulling my thighs atop his shoulders.
I quickly glanced around the room and we were still alone.
I looked down at Elliott as he buried his face in my pussy, and I could feel his grunts vibrating from his mouth.
Just as he began to circle my clit, right on the edge of an overwhelming release, I saw movement in the hallway.
Jack was slowly inching his way into the living room, watching us intently, and he smiled at me with that wicked grin of his.
I lifted my hips up, my orgasm ripping through me, and I couldn’t help but cry out loudly, shutting my eyes tight as I held onto Elliott’s hair.
He continued, not even giving me a chance to breathe, and I opened my eyes to see Hana inching in now, taking Jack’s hand.
“Baby,” I whispered to Elliott, and he grunted into me again, lost in my pussy.
“Baby,” I repeated, tugging his hair so he lifted up to meet my eyes.
I looked over at Hana and Jack, just now realizing Hana had her bikini on under her robe that she was slowly shedding the ground. Elliott followed my eyes, just as Jack began to unbutton his jeans.
“Mind if we join you?” Jack asked lightly, as if this was something he did all the time. It very well could have been.
I looked back down at Elliott. He nodded with a smile, but I noticed he quickly pulled up his boxer briefs, covering himself.
“How are we doing this?” Elliott asked him, as if they were the ones making the rules.
“Whatever you’re comfortable with,” Hana said, her body only covered by a tiny red bikini as she sat down at the edge of the couch, still watching us.
“We…we’re willing to share,” I said breathlessly, closing my legs, suddenly shy as well.
“Oh, don’t be shy, sweetheart. If I’m lucky, I’ll be buried deep inside of you in just a few moments,” Jack said, eyeing me up and down, stopping at my lips. “That is…if you want that,” he added, glancing over at Hana quickly, then back at me.
I nodded as Elliott sat up on the couch next to me.
I almost stopped breathing when Hana scooted closer to me on the other side, setting her palm gently on the side of my closed thighs. “I want you first.”
Her fingers barely touched me, just the lightest skim over the outside of my thigh, but it sent a shock of heat straight through me. I stared at her hand, then up at her wide green eyes, and she gave me the smallest nod—it was soft, reassuring, patient.
“Is this okay?” she whispered.
I swallowed, my voice barely there. “Yeah…yeah, it’s okay.”
Elliott was still sitting beside me, his body warm against mine. Jack stood at the edge of the room, leaning against the wall, his hands casually resting in the front of his open jeans, just watching.
Hana leaned in and kissed me, soft and slow at first. Her soft lips tasted faintly like mint, and her hand found mine, our fingers lacing gently together.
She deepened the kiss just a little, giving me room to pull away if I wanted, but I didn’t.
My free hand slipped to her body, feeling the curve of her hips beneath the thin strings of her bikini.
Her lips parted, and the kiss grew bolder. I could feel her breath catch, her thigh pressing between mine. I moaned quietly into her mouth, and I felt her smile against me.
“Fuck,” Jack muttered under his breath.
We both turned our heads slightly at the same time, catching them watching us—Elliott’s arm stretched along the back of the couch, his eyes locked on me like he was seeing me for the first time. Jack stood behind Hana with a hungry gaze, his thick cock already fully hard in his hand.
“Keep going,” Elliott said softly. “You’re beautiful, baby.”
The encouragement, the praise, sent goosebumps down my spine.
Hana leaned in again, but this time her mouth traced down my jaw, to the curve of my neck. “Can I take this off?” she asked, her fingers toying with the bottom of my sweater.
“Yes,” I whispered, lifting my arms.
She pulled it up and over my head, her eyes dragging over my bare skin, and I saw something flicker in them, something vulnerable and heated.
“You’re so gorgeous, Jackie,” she murmured, her hands finding the clasp of my bra. “Let me see you.”
I nodded, my breath quickening as she unhooked it and slipped the straps down my arms. Her fingers brushed over my breasts slowly, and then her mouth followed, her lips warm around my nipple, her tongue flicking softly.
My head fell back with a soft moan.
She guided me to lie back on the couch, her hands exploring with more confidence now, her body fitting easily between my legs as I opened them for her.
“You okay?” she whispered again, her green eyes staring up at me.
“Yes,” I breathed.
Her kisses trailed down my stomach, her fingers trailing the outside of my thighs.
“Let me taste you,” she said.
I nodded, my hips lifting, and I heard Jack groan behind her. I looked up and his hand was working himself slowly as he watched us. Elliott shifted beside me, his hand sliding into his boxer briefs.
Hana dipped between my legs, her breath hot against me. Then she began to lick, her tongue circling my clit in slow swirls.
My legs began to tremble, the pleasure overwhelming. “Oh my God.”
She moaned into me, as if she liked my reaction. I opened my eyes to glance at the men—Jack stroking himself, biting on his lower lip, and Elliott, breathing hard as he stroked himself under his boxer briefs, his eyes locked on me with awe and desire.
I reached for his hand, needing to feel him in some way. He laced our fingers together, his thumb stroking mine as I fell apart under Hana’s mouth.
“Let go, baby,” he whispered. “Let her take care of you.”
My thighs trembled around her head, moans spilling out shamelessly, one hand tangled in her hair, the other gripping Elliott’s hand.
When I came, it was sharp and intense, my body curling as Hana held me steady through it, licking me gently until I finally stilled.
She kissed her way back up my body, slow and tender, until we were nose to nose again. I cupped her cheek, catching my breath, and kissed her.
Then she whispered, “Your turn.”