Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
The Devil With A Deal:>>Ep11

All four of us stared at each other in the hallway, nervously. It felt like one of those Agatha Christie books where it turns out the four of us were secretly the killer and we had all just figured it out. My eyes raced from Vanessa to Tara to Kate. I had no safe place to stare.

"Katie spilled wine on her dress," Vanessa said, "That's what we were doing in that bedroom. Getting her a clean outfit."

"Yes," Kate said, staring down at the dress. God, she was a terrible liar. Even if I had no idea what was going on, that one word would've given everything away.

"Well, I hope you two have been having fun," Vanessa said to Tara and me, not even trying to hide what she actually meant. The implication was clear. Judge not lest ye be judged and all that jazz.

But right when it seemed like things were about to erupt, Tara used her own tragedy to prevent ours.

"I caught Jesse with another woman," my sister-in-law blurted out.

"Oh my God, what happened?" Kate asked. And just like that the dam broke -- my wife's concern for her little sister washed away her remorse and drowned her own suspicions.

"We found some chick blowing him in a bedroom," Tara said.

"Oh my God, Andy, why didn't you come get me?" Kate asked, turning on me as if I was the transgressor (which I was, actually, but I wasn't going to tell her that).

"Andy's been super supportive," Tara said, "He's been taking amazing care of me."

"Oh I'm so glad," Kate said, proudly. She raced over and wrapped her arms around me, tight. I smelled something off about her and told myself it wasn't the stench of another man's semen. "I'm so sorry," she breathed in my ear, "I mean, that you had to take care of my sister this whole time."

"It's fine," I said, intending it in every way. I knew I was supposed to be angry. But what had my wife done in that room that I didn't just commit with her younger sister? In some ways, it was even worse, because I'd seen what Kate did and chosen not to stop it.

Plus, I had to concede, there was something incredible about what had happened. I don't mean the blowjob from Tara (although also, yes). But seeing Kate, finally, let loose and open herself to sexual experiences was like seeing my caterpillar wife become a beautiful, sexual butterfly. Her orgasm, so expressive and unrestrained, had been amazing. I didn't want to chastise her for what had happened, I wanted to recreate it in my own bedroom. "Everything's fine, right Andy?" Vanessa asked, catching my eye. Her bright blue eyes twinkled with mischief.

"Definitely," I replied, and my wife squeezed me tighter.

"I'm sorry about your husband," Vanessa said, turning to Tara, "Positive consent between couples is super important for this kind of thing. I hate the way cheating gets tangled up with sharing. They are not the same thing. If you want, we can go replace your husband right now and really humiliate him. Trust me, he'll never do anything without your permission again after I'm done with him."

"It's fine," Tara said, dismissively. "Honestly, I just want to call it a night."

Kate and I shared a nod. This was fine, honestly. We'd both transgressed a little, but it wasn't too bad. In fact, there was a real possibility that the evening's events would bring us closer. Allow us to grow as a couple.

We would leave the party stronger than before, having skirted danger, but avoided disaster. A nice, easy, happy ending.

"Guys, I can't let you leave," Vanessa said, "All three of you are sloshed. You can't drive home like this."

"We'll grab an Uber," I said.

"And have to come back for your car in the morning?" Vanessa said, "Stay the night here in the house. As you saw, there's plenty of bedrooms. Sleep it off so you can feel fresh and ready in the morning. Hell, you can even crash in our master bedroom. Everyone here knows not to use that room. I'll make sure Brian knows you're in there and you'll be all good."

I looked over at Kate. She was too busy warily eying Vanessa to notice.

"What about you?" Kate asked, overly kind as always. "Where will you and Brian sleep if we're in there?"

"Trust me, if tonight ends in my own bed, then something truly has gone terribly wrong," Vanessa said. She tittered at her own joke. I thought of her husband, plowing that chubby woman in the other room. Yes, those two had a very different kind of marriage than me and Kate. But it seemed to make them happy.

"It would be safer that way," Tara said, "Not driving, I mean."

"I guess it does make sense," Kate said.

Vanessa led us down the hall to the master bedroom and let us in. The room was quite luxurious with a king-sized bed, a massive flatscreen TV, and a private bathroom off to the side. Again, I was shocked at how well Brian and Vanessa seemed to live. I thought Kate and I did pretty well for ourselves but compared to this couple we lived like animals.

The bedroom door had a lock on the inside, and the beautiful blonde showed us how to use it. After she was sure we were settled, Vanessa slipped away.

The three of us sat on the edge of the bed. I turned on the TV and flicked through the channels. There was something cozy about hiding in the room while the wild party thumped on around us. Like sheltering in a sturdy cabin during a heavy thunderstorm.

"Do you want to text Jesse?" Kate asked her younger sister.

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Tara made an ugly face, like she'd just bit into an overripe plum. "He's probably buried under some slutty brunette," Tara said, "I'm sure we'll replace Jesse in the morning. Or not. Right now, I want to shower and go to sleep."

Kate nodded, her face soft with understanding. She climbed across the bed and lay down, resting her head on the pillow. I smiled her way, but she looked afraid to beam back.

Tara got off the bed and went to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. A moment later, she called out, "Andy can you come in here and help me with something?"

I slid off the bed, giving my wife the obligatory shrug. I opened the bathroom door and stepped inside. This bathroom was even nicer than the last with blue and gray tiling, a stall shower, and a spa bath.

"I can't figure out this stupid plumbing," Tara said loudly. She gently clicked the door closed behind me.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

Tara tilted her head at me like I was an idiot. I couldn't stop picturing her little mouth wrapped around my dick. The way her red hair spilled over my shaft. How her green eyes went wide as I filled her mouth with my spend. "I'm sorry about before," I said, "Truly."

Tara shook her head at me, then rested her thin hand on my shoulder. Even that little touch was enough to spark me up all over again.