The Bullpen Ch. 05

Inside the Bullpen, Erica giggled. "It was Colin's idea. He didn't want you thinking that I was some sort of whore."

"Yeah, well," Jamie answered, "if we go through with this, I don't think either of us can claim to be any sort of angel."

Erica seemed cautious. "Go through with it? You're going to...?"

Jamie nodded, without thinking about the fact that Erica couldn't see her do so. She pulled the top of the cork out of the wine bottle with her teeth, spat it to the floor, and took a large gulp of cabernet. If she was going to have enough courage to follow through, she needed more than a few shots of tequila.

"There are rules," she stated flatly. "Otherwise, I go home, and I take Colin with me."

"Of course."

"Number one," Jamie said at the door to the Bullpen. The glass slowly slid open, and the blonde stood waiting with the black corset in hand. "I'm first. If you're sleeping with Colin, you're sleeping with me."

Erica grinned. It seemed that the dark-haired girl at little problem with that particular charge.

"Number two: You have to help me convince Colin." This, to Jamie, seemed like a potential stumbling block. She snapped one of the latches into place, elaborating, "This is his work, you're his friend, and I'm his wife. He lives in a more rigid moral structure than I do, or - as it seems - you do. It's going to take more than just my go-ahead for him to touch you."

"Convince him?" Erica asked filthily. "In any way possible?"

Jamie nodded. "Any way possible."

With her left hand, she ran a quick diagnostic on one of the connections on Erica's corset, on Erica's instruction. Her right, however, lingered for a bit too long at the top of Erica's buttock – a touch that sent shivers of excitement up her arm and elicited a barely audible purr from the other woman.

"Except," she said, "for kissing. Number three: You can kiss him wherever you want, except the lips."

"Pretty Woman?"

Jamie nodded. "It seemed logical."

"Can I kiss you?"

In her fantasies of how the night would proceed, Jamie had imagined herself locking lips with Erica. She had decided, while running through the rules the previous afternoon, that if Colin wasn't going to be allowed to kiss Erica, than she shouldn't be allowed to, either.

But that had been more than twenty-four hours earlier, and Jamie felt incapable of holding back in the other woman's presence. With one hand holding onto the corset, and her other lightly stroking Erica's bare thigh, Jamie leaned in and pressed her lips against the other girl's.

Their kiss lasted for over a minute, tongues tangled and bodies pulled tight against one another. It was a kiss filled with carnal passion, a kiss that seemed to promise good things to come.

"I'll take that as a yes," Erica smiled, breathing heavily.

Jamie stepped away, grinning ear to ear, and laughing nervously. "I'm a basket case. I've never done this before. I mean, I've obviously never done THIS before. But I've never even kissed a woman, let alone...." She looked into Erica's blue eyes, and asked, "Have you?"

The scientist hesitated for a few seconds, a pause that left Jamie curious as to the whole story. "A couple of times. Three." She shrugged, as if she were both bragging about her experience and yet embarrassed at the same time. "But it's been rather one-sided - I've always been the one being eaten out."

Conservative Erica Rivers? Engaging in lesbian sex? It was a story that Jamie would have to probe more deeply. But later. Right now, Jamie was looking forward to her own taste of another woman.

"Don't worry," Erica assured the blonde as Jamie returned to the task of fastening the corset, "I'm nervous myself."

On with it, Jamie thought. "Rule Four: You can't let Colin....finish...inside of you."

"Shouldn't that be more of a rule for Colin?"

"It will be. I just wanted you to be aware of it, too. Maybe it's a stupid rule, but if I'm sharing him with you, I want at least that, just for he and I."

"No cumming for Colin," Erica restated the rule. "Unless it's in you."

"Well, he can. He just..." – she sounded flustered – "I just want him to pull out. I don't care if he orgasms on your thighs, or in your mouth, or in the air. I just want that last thing for him and I, for future nights, when we're alone. Maybe it's stupid...."

"It's not stupid. It makes sense. What he and I are doing, what you and I are doing, it's nothing more than fucking. What you two have, well, that's intimacy."

Jamie might have gotten caught up in feelings, or in tact, but Erica apparently preferred to be blunt.

"Besides," Erica observed, "I wouldn't know quite how to explain my urinalysis results the next day to my staff."

"And Rule Five," Jamie finished, "is that this is between you and I. You can't approach Colin about this after tonight, or let him approach you. This is about tonight, and tonight alone. No more – not without coming to me first, not without getting my permission."

"Not without getting you off first?" Erica asked flirtatiously.

Jamie grimaced.

"I understand," the dark-haired girl said. "You can trust me, Jamie. I never would have touched Colin without talking to you first. I won't again, without your word."

As Erica agreed to the conditions that Jamie had laid out, Jamie snapped the final fastener into place on Erica's corset. The diagnostic was run at the operations desk, and Erica was given free rein over the Observation Room.

Jamie couldn't believe what she was about to do. Her marriage to Colin was a good one, and she imagined that they'd be together until the end of time. He made her laugh, and the two never suffered from a lack of things to talk about. They shared most of the same interests, and had most of the same friends. They connected with one another, deeply and emotionally.

But their sex life had become monotonous. They made love in their bed, typically on Friday or Saturday nights after the girls had gone to sleep. Jamie usually rolled on top of her husband, kissed him passionately for a few minutes, and ground her body against his crotch. When he was hard and she was wet, she rolled off of him and onto her back, spreading her legs so that he could eat her out – Jamie hardly ever came during penetration without having her pussy licked first. Once Jamie was moaning and writhing in rhythm with Colin's tongue, he would enter her with his cock and screw her until they both orgasmed.

Every week it was the same thing – kissing, cunnilingus, and missionary-position sex. Kissing, cunnilingus, missionary. Kissing, cunnilingus, missionary. They had gotten into a rut.

Sure, Jamie switched things up every now and then, by going down on Colin or letting him fuck her doggy-style. But these were the special occasions - the exceptions to the rule. Each one knew what got the other off, and got them off with the least amount of work or experimentation. They had fourteen years worth of knowledge on how one another's body worked, and what they wanted. Sex lost the impulse and passion, and instead became, at best, a quick solution for horniness or, at worst, an obligation to be fulfilled.

Kissing, cunnilingus, missionary.

Jamie wanted something more, but she'd never been able to tell Colin. She thought about introducing a costume, or watching a porno with him, or even locking herself up in some form of bondage, but none of those ideas seemed very exciting to Jamie. What she dreamt of was a new partner, one with surprises, one who was impetuous and unpredictable. And how was she supposed to tell Colin that?

She couldn't cheat on him – she loved him too much to hurt him that badly. There were the kids to think of, and the life that she and Colin had built together. Jamie longed for a powerful orgasm, but she wasn't going to toss her life away while pursuing it.

And so, she resigned herself to kissing, cunnilingus, missionary.

But just as Jamie was about to admit to herself that the notion of a new partner was the stuff of late night sex dreams and supermarket fantasies, she had been presented with an opportunity. A gift. A willing partner. A friend.

Jamie had, to be fair, freaked out when Erica had first approached her four days earlier. She wasn't sure if it was Erica's bluntness that had caused her to freeze up, or some long-forgotten relic of her Catholic upbringing, but Jamie had become highly discomposed when Erica had asked her for this favor. The thought of another woman with Colin had left her anxious and overwrought.

But as the days past, and the potential plotline unfolded in her head, Jamie couldn't help but be turned on by the idea of Colin with his dick inside someone else. Or rather, the thought of watching Colin with his dick inside someone else.

And, perhaps, the idea of another man fucking Jamie, while Colin watched.

What Jamie found even more surprising, however, was the fact that the gender of her hypothetical partner was rather trivial. She was not a lesbian. Or, at least, she didn't think she was. At any given moment, the person eating her out was a man or a woman. At any given moment, the object being inserted inside her pussy was a real flesh-and-blood penis, or a plastic strap-on dildo. What seemed to matter was only Jamie's carnal bliss.

And so, she began to contemplate Erica's favor, and to contemplate a favor in return.

When Colin returned to the Observation Room a few minutes later, he found himself gazing upon a scene that had taken place a few minutes earlier – only he had, in its first iteration, been a part of it. His wife was seated at the ops desk, in his chair. Erica, meanwhile, was sitting on her lap, naked legs wrapped around her, while clad only in the topless black corset. Jamie's hands were all over Erica's body – both firmly planted on the bare skin of the dark-haired girl's buttocks. One strap of the blonde's dress had been pushed off her shoulder, exposing her right tit and inviting Erica to play with it, which Erica was doing happily. Both women were deeply involved in a kiss, a kiss that didn't break even after they'd noticed Colin entering the room.

For Colin, the scene was apparently a straightforward example of predator-prey. "Erica!" he shouted angrily, his voice full of blame and anger. "Fuck!"

Erica broke the kiss long enough to smile wickedly at Colin. She replied, "Okay," and began grinding her body even more forcefully into the other woman.

It was only after a few more seconds that Colin took note of something else – Jamie wasn't fighting her off. In fact, Jamie was just as heavily involved in the embrace as the scientist, and Colin noted that her hand had been removed from Erica's buttock, and was now snaking its way towards her lap.

As the dark-haired girl gasped in pleasure, Colin pleaded with his wife. "Jamie, stop! What are you doing?!!"

Though Erica moaned, the two girls broke apart. Jamie pushed the other girl off her lap and, standing, onto the floor. She took another swig of wine before descending to her husband, and pulled the half-naked woman hand-in-hand behind her. The top of her dress was put back into place and, at least for a few more minutes, Jamie's body remained covered.

It had taken courage for Jamie to have come to ConnPharm that night, courage to approach Erica about what she wanted in exchange for what Erica wanted. But Jamie was involved now, and after those first few steps, everything else seemed to be come more easily. The hurdle, however, would be Colin, and Jamie knew that she'd need to play him exactly right in order to get him to join them.

Jamie dropped Erica's hand a few feet from Colin, who was still standing dumbfounded at the door. She approached him slowly and carefully, but with a swagger in her hips that made sure he knew who was in charge that night. With one hand on his waist, Jamie leaned close to him, and inserted the middle finger of her hand past his lips and into his mouth.

Colin was hard in an instant, erect at the first taste of pussy in his mouth. Nearly sight unseen, Jamie had run the finger along the other girl's slit a few seconds earlier, dipping into her wetness only briefly. Colin's eyes went wide as he realized exactly whom he was tasting, while Jamie shivered with excitement at the thought of someone else's juices in her husband's mouth.

"I want this," Jamie whispered plainly into Colin's ear. "I know that you want this, too."

He shook his head, though only partially to respond to his wife in the negative. Obviously, Colin was trying to lift the fog of lust that was descending upon him. "The deuterotone," he stammered. "It's an aphrodisiac, Jamie. She's not herself. It's like someone slipped her something in her drink. We can't do this. You can't do this."

Jamie faltered a bit. In all her time envisioning this moment, she hadn't given much thought to the source of Erica's sexual awakening. It seemed straight-forward when she'd first planned this evening out – Erica's inhibitions had been lifted by exposing herself to so many people, so much so that she was beginning to get a sexual charge out of her indecency. The scientist had mentioned the drugs in their last meeting, but Jamie had given the statement no thought.

But Colin's point worried his wife. Was she taking advantage of Erica? Was she using Erica's keyed-up state for her own purposes? Was this girl's plight nothing more than a chance for Jamie to rejuvenate her sex life?

Jamie turned to Erica, and Erica, obviously, read the hesitation in the blonde's face. Erica seemed to sense that the moment was in danger of slipping away, and so approached the couple. She gently pushed Jamie to one side, and found Colin's waist with her own hands.

"Colin, I need this," Erica pleaded matter-of-fact. "I don't care if it's the deuterotone, or if it's some sort of deep-seated exhibitionist streak, or even if it's just the fact that I haven't been properly laid in the past four weeks. I'm not drunk – I have my senses about me. And I know that maybe this isn't how I've been in the past, how I've acted before this experiment, but it's still me." She stared him straight in the eyes. "And I need you to fuck me."

Jamie nodded. She needed this, too. She and Colin needed it just as badly as Erica did.

"I'm not saying that it's not the deuterotone, because I think that it's part of the equation, certainly," Erica continued. "But I'm a goddamned grown woman, Colin. I have desires. I have wants. I have needs. I can only finger-fuck myself for so long. I can only diddle myself with toys so many times. Your wife wants this, and she hasn't been injected with deuterotone. Is it so hard to believe that I, as a woman living a life of pornographic fantasy, would want to be fucked? That I would trust a friend to help me fill an emptiness in my body? That I need to feel my pussy wrapped around something more substantive than plastic?"

As Erica talked, her fingers found Colin's belt. Slowly, but with purpose, she fed the leather through the buckle until it came free. With dexterity she had demonstrated on an unsuspecting Jamie a few days earlier, the girl's long fingers found the button at the top of Colin's pants, unsnapped it, and reached for his fly. Over the slow, hypnotic sound of the zipper being pulled apart, Erica finished by begging, "Please, Colin. I need it. I need your dick inside me. I need you to fuck me."

Jamie's doubt faded with Erica's assurances, and now it seemed to be Colin whose convictions were being questioned. Jamie recognized the critical moment in her husband's face, and opted to act; by the time Colin came to grips with what he was doing, he'd be seven inches deep in the scientist. As Erica pulled his fly to its terminal point, Jamie buried her hand beneath the black cotton of Colin's boxer-briefs. Seconds later, she emerged with his dick, full at attention and pulsating with life.

Jamie shot a look over to Erica, whose gaze was transfixed upon the member before her. By the way the black-haired girl's eyes nearly rolled back into her head, Jamie guessed that it was everything she was hoping for. More importantly, she seemed to know what Jamie wanted of her, what Jamie needed her to do to help make sure that Colin was on board. Fucking another woman was Jamie's fantasy, but Erica was only involved in that act so far as she needed to do it to get her real prize – Colin's cock.

The fight was out of Colin's eyes the moment that Erica's red lips found the tip of his dick. There was hesitation, on his part, to be sure – he glanced at Jamie, just to reassure himself that this was what she wanted. With a nod from the blonde, the man surrendered to the warm, wet mouth overtaking his member.

Erica moved slowly, savoring the taste of Colin's dick. Even if she were in desperate need of sex, she was taking her time, ensuring that this experience lasted as long as possible. Her right fist wrapped itself around his base and squeezed, just at the point when Colin's entirety was in her mouth. The man trembled unexpectedly, succumbing to the pleasure overtaking his body.

Jamie had never been so turned on. This woman was a friend and stranger both, someone that she'd been acquainted with for years but never really known. And, at that moment, Colin was more intimate with her than he'd been with anyone aside from Jamie in fourteen years. Jamie couldn't believe how hot it made her, and though she was deeply looking forward to being eaten out, she also couldn't help but be excited about the prospect of Colin fucking Erica.

Moved by lust, Jamie leaned against her the side of her husband's body, the bare skin of her legs rubbing against the bar skin of Erica's right arm. She ground her crotch into his thigh, and pulled his mouth to hers. While Erica continued to slurp below, Jamie and Colin locked themselves in a kiss containing more passion than any they'd experienced in the past few years. It was carnal. It was vulgar. It was emotional.

The three were fixed to one another. Erica's whole head bobbed back and forth deliberately on Colin's dick, her lips and tongue working in unison with a purpose. Despite his best efforts to control them, Colin's pelvis thrust in and out from his body. And Jamie's pussy, with her skirt creeping steadily up her bare thighs, rubbed up and down on Colin's pant leg.

Her lips still engaged with Colin's mouth, and her open legs still attached to Colin's thigh, Jamie pulled her the straps of her dress down her shoulders, and then with them, the cups. Her tits crept into view, certainly not as large as Erica's, but decidedly alluring in their own right. Both nipples stood at attention, giving further evidence of the heat they were all feeling. The red fabric inched further down her body – past her hips, down her thighs – until it puddled around her ankles. Her pussy was exposed to Erica and Colin both, neatly trimmed into the same thin strip of pubic hair, just as Jamie had witnessed on Erica's own body.

But neither Colin's nor Erica's first glances were at Jamie's breasts, nor were they of her exposed sex. Instead, they both fixated upon the corset Jamie had purchased herself that afternoon.

It matched Erica's in coverage, stopping below Jamie's breasts and above her pubic hair, just below her belly button. But while Erica's corset had been designed of durable fabric with only the functional notion of emitting tactile waves, Jamie's had been designed to touch, to feel, to titillate. It was made from black velvet, with five large, silver buckles running down the back.

"I thought I'd try to match," Jamie mused, after finally breaking her embrace with her husband. She had, in fact, searched through five increasingly trashy stores in the greater Hartford area, until she found a corset that matched Erica's the best. Jamie doubted that she looked as much the part of the sex goddess as Erica did in hers; the scientist's breasts, now well into the Double D range, overflowed and spilled out of the open top.