Afterparty: The Complete Series: Open Relationships Aren't For Everyone... (8 page)

Olivia sighed against her mouth. "Not sure if I want a nap or another round."

"I vote for another round. Then maybe a cup of tea and a nap."

Olivia tugged Catelyn into the middle of the bed, stroking her shoulders, her arms, then sliding her hands down to cup Catelyn's breasts, brush her thumbs over the nipples.

"One more round," she murmured, her hands sliding over Catelyn's flat belly to slip between her legs and make her gasp.

As Olivia moved her hands between Catelyn's legs, as Catelyn's hips jerked to meet her, Olivia drew Catelyn in for another long, smoldering kiss.

A few more firm pumps with her hand and Catelyn was quivering around Olivia's fingers, giving a shuddering sigh against Olivia's mouth.

Catelyn reached down with trembling hands to return the favor. Olivia caught her wrists, brought her hands up, planted little kisses on her fingers.

"Shh. It's okay."

She drew Catelyn closer, let her snuggle against her chest.

Catelyn felt a tear slip down her cheek. She tried to surreptitiously wipe it away.

"Hey." Olivia put a hand under Catelyn's chin and gently angled her face up. "What's wrong?"

"That was really good," Catelyn whispered, then stifled a sob.

What the hell was wrong with her? She felt good, she felt safe, she'd had two wonderful orgasms and it seemed like Olivia liked her too...

Olivia pulled her closer, let her cry. Catelyn wrapped her arms around the other woman and burrowed in, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"William mentioned that you were upset yesterday," Olivia murmured, stroking Catelyn's hair. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Catelyn was silent.

"It's alright," Olivia continued, her warm breath tickling Catelyn's hair. "You can talk if you like, you don't have to if you don't want to, we can stay here all afternoon..."

"How long have you and William had an open relationship?" Catelyn whispered.

Olivia kept stroking her hair. "As long as we've been together, really. We started dating on the understanding that we weren't exclusive, we would bring other partners in on occasion when we met people we really liked, and we both found that we're very compatible but liked things the way they were, so we got married but kept the arrangement the same. It works out well as long as you communicate."

Olivia gave Catelyn a moment to mull this over, then asked, "Is this the first time you've gone outside the normal boundaries of your marriage?"

Catelyn bit her lip. 
"...no."

"I see. What happened?"

"I... I cheated on Aaron."

Olivia kept stroking Catelyn's hair. If she was judging her, she gave no sign of it.

"If you want, you can tell me what happened," Olivia prompted after a few moments.

Catelyn kept snuggled into Olivia, avoiding eye contact. "It was a guy at work. Aaron was away a lot on a job and I was working a lot too and I spent more time with this guy than I did with Aaron and one day we were having lunch and he, um, he kissed me."

"How long did the affair last?" Olivia asked.

"What?" Catelyn pulled back a little, wiped tears from her face. "No, we kissed and I quit hanging out with him so much, and shortly after that the job ended."

Olivia stared at her. "I thought you said you cheated."

"Well, that's..."

"A kiss? That was it? Nothing more?"

"I talked to him about a lot of stuff..." Catelyn looked away.

"Did anything physical aside from the kiss happen?" Olivia pressed.

"No. That was it."

"And you felt bad."

"Of course. I told Aaron. We had a huge fight, and things haven't really been the same since, and I guess... I guess he thought that this would help."

Olivia stroked Catelyn's cheek. Catelyn closed her eyes.

"From the outside, your marriage looks rock-solid," Olivia murmured. "William and I don't pursue couples that look like they're in trouble. It's usually bad news."

Catelyn sighed. "I want to fix this. Aaron thought an open relationship might be good and he's brought it up in the past but I had no idea how to go about doing that, so nothing came of it." She turned to Olivia. "And I was terrified of being with you."

Olivia propped herself up on one elbow, utterly unselfconscious, her bare body smooth and perfect. "Do you feel like Aaron's pushing you into doing things you don't want to?"

Catelyn looked at the ceiling, then at Olivia. "I liked being with you. A lot."

Olivia nodded. "That doesn't answer my question."

Catelyn considered this for another moment. "...no. I was scared when you and I met up but if I'd been really uncomfortable, if I really didn't want to do it, I would have said no."

"Good." Olivia lay back down, stretched. "You need to be sure you're doing this for the right reasons, Catelyn. It's supposed to be fun, not terrifying, not coercive, and certainly not something you do just to make your husband happy."

"Has Aaron said anything to you about this?"

Olivia shook her head. "Aaron's excited about the foursome. He likes to participate but he also very much likes to watch." She laughed. "William's the same. Loves watching."

Catelyn sighed.

"Catelyn. You need to tell us. If you don't want to do this, you don't have to."

Catelyn snuggled back into Olivia, snuggled into the other woman's welcoming softness and sweet fragrance. "I want to," she whispered.

TUESDAY

"You're sure about this?"

"Of course," Catelyn lied.

She smiled sweetly at Aaron. It was what he wanted, and while she'd been with William and been with Olivia and both experiences had been amazing, she was still nervous. Knowing Aaron wanted them all together, knowing how important it was to him, she understood, but still, anxiety curled in her belly like a cold snake.

Aaron took Catelyn's hand, and her stomach turned at his touch, but she squeezed it nonetheless. She wanted this to work.

Together, they walked to the front door.

Catelyn rang the bell.

Olivia opened the door, looking even lovelier than Catelyn remembered.

Last time they'd met, Catelyn had felt threatened by her beauty. Now, still high on the memory of their last encounter, she felt anticipation and excitement, mingled with the anxiety from the car ride to Olivia and William's place.

"Catelyn! Aaron! So good to see you. Come in!"

Olivia pulled Catelyn in for a hug in a cloud of now-familiar sweet perfume and faint lotion. She held Catelyn for a moment, then kissed her cheek, then her mouth.

Catelyn closed her eyes, kissed Olivia back, that familiar candy gloss taste sending a rapid-fire slideshow of Olivia's lush sweet body through her head and kindling burning heat between her legs. She raised her hands to cup Olivia's face, hold her close as she melted into the kiss.

Out of the corner of her eye she felt Aaron watching them intently.

Olivia released her, smiled, then turned to Aaron, pulled him in for an embrace. Catelyn looked away as they kissed as well.

She looked around as she tugged off her shoes and Olivia and Aaron got reacquainted.

Strange to think she'd been in this house just a few days ago, having stairway sex with William, then crying her eyes out with him while he coaxed her to eat spaghetti.

William appeared from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel. He tossed the towel on the counter when he saw his guests.

"Catelyn." His tone said far more than her name.

Aaron, having released Olivia, looked at both Catelyn and William sharply.

Catelyn could feel Aaron's scrutiny but she smiled and opened her arms. William embraced her. Hard.

She breathed him in, musky cologne and aftershave and light fresh laundry soap, and sighed. "Hi William."

"I'm so glad you both could come." William released her, turned to Aaron, and shook his hand.

Olivia had vanished into the kitchen and reappeared with an open bottle of red.

"Come in, come in," she called, pouring glasses.

Aaron, Catelyn, and William joined Olivia in the kitchen, gathering around the island.

Olivia picked up her glass and raised it in a toast, prompting the other three to lift theirs. She smiled a brilliant, beautiful smile.

"To new beginnings."

Aaron grinned at her, and Catelyn's stomach turned again as she watched her husband's gaze move over the other woman's face. "Hear hear." He clicked his glass to Olivia's.

William was watching Catelyn. He clinked his glass to hers, and she jerked a little, startled out of watching Aaron.

Everyone sipped.

There was a moment of silence where Catelyn wondered what they were supposed to do, how these things were meant to proceed. William and Olivia had taken the lead with her... what had Aaron done?

Then William broke the silence with, "So, how's the edit coming?"

For awhile they stood around the kitchen island and chatted about work. William, Aaron, and Catelyn would be returning to staff the same project the following weekend, while Olivia had a few more weeks off.

Catelyn could feel the tension in her body unwind as they talked, feeling the pressure to act, to move, to do something, lift from her shoulders.

While they talked shop, Olivia moved around to stand next to Aaron, then lightly drew her fingers over his shoulder, moving her hand up to stroke his neck.

Aaron sighed and stretched a bit, encouraging her to rub. Olivia finished her wine, set down her glass, then proceeded to press both hands firmly into Aaron's shoulders.

He groaned. "That's nice..."

Olivia smiled and leaned in, gave him a friendly kiss.

Aaron leaned forward as she drew away, stealing a second kiss.

The third kiss was a little deeper, a little slower.

With the fourth, Olivia was winding her fingers through Aaron's hair, and Aaron was setting down his glass on the counter, cupping her face with his hands, sighing a little.

Catelyn realized she was squeezing her wine glass when she heard her fingers make a tiny squeaking sound against the hard smooth surface.

She knocked her wine back and set the empty glass on the counter as well.
Then she felt William behind her, placing his hands on her hips.

Catelyn trembled a little, feeling the warmth of William's large hands on her hips, the light brush of his shirt against her back, the heat of his body through her clothes.

William brushed his lips against her ear and she gave an involuntary little moan.

"Do you like watching them?"
Catelyn couldn't take her eyes off of Olivia and Aaron. Aaron had his hands up Olivia's shirt and Catelyn could imagine the smooth soft skin he found there, could remember the silky texture of it from their encounter the day before. Her heart was pounding in her ears and she could barely hear William speak. She felt immensely turned on and furious at the same time and the intensity of both emotions was overwhelming.

"I don't know," she said honestly. "I think so."

William gently turned her to him. "You don't have to watch."

He kissed her.

William's mouth was dry wine and faint tea and something earthy and undefinable, something sweetly familiar and safe, and Catelyn grabbed onto that safety with both hands. She crushed her mouth to his, hearing him gasp in surprise at her ferocity.

She ran her tongue against his teeth and clenched her fists in his shirt, found herself grinding her hips against his, feeling the hardness in his trousers. She distantly wondered what was happening to her. Forget about Aaron and Olivia, forget that her husband seemed to be falling in love with another woman. All that mattered was having William's bare skin against hers, having him inside her...

"Fuck me," she whispered, her voice shaking. "Right now. I can't wait. Just... please..."

William lifted her and carried her to one of the two large couches in the living room. There were homey-looking blankets draped over each couch, and Catelyn had a moment to wonder if the blankets were usually there or if William and Olivia only brought them out when they knew there'd be... special activities planned.

Out of the corner of her eye Catelyn could see Aaron and Olivia watching them, Olivia kissing her way along Aaron's neck, Aaron just wide-eyed, staring.

William lowered her and she felt the soft blanket under her and she started hastily unbuttoning her shirt.

William reached down to help her, then yanked his own sweater over his head. When Catelyn managed to shed her shirt and bra, her breasts were bared, and William buried his face in them, kissing and licking one, then the other. Catelyn clutched at his head, rubbing against his face, feeling his stubble and lips and the hard sharp hint of his teeth.

She whimpered, "Fuck me, William, please, please, I can't wait..."

In her peripheral Aaron and Olivia were kissing again, undressing each other, but Catelyn could see them glancing at her and William, again and again.

William didn't bother dropping his trousers, he merely opened them to free his erection. Catelyn scrambled forward on the couch, grasped his thick length in her hand, drew his tip into her mouth and gave a firm hard suck that made him cry out with surprised delight.

Catelyn gave a long "mmm" around William and he grunted. "If you keep that up..."

Catelyn pulled off of him with a pop. "Not a chance," she panted. "I want you coming inside me."

William helped her to her feet and Catelyn impatiently undid her jeans, wriggling out of them, pushing her panties down at the same time.

William knelt in front of her as she yanked off her pants. As soon as her hips were bare he grabbed her ass and pulled her forward, pushing his tongue between her legs.

Catelyn yelped in surprise as William shoved his tongue up inside her, burying his face in her crotch, and she squealed as he sucked hard on her clit.

"You're ready," William grunted. He moved Catelyn aside so he could sit on the couch, settled himself, and held onto her hip with one hand while he angled his cock up with the other.

Then he pulled Catelyn down on him, her back to him, moving her to sit in his lap by sinking her down reverse-cowgirl onto his dick.