Castaway Wife, Part 8

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If you haven't read them yet, please read the previous parts:

• Part 1

• Part 2

• Part 3

• Part 4

• Part 5

• Part 6

• Part 7

20. The Hills

They left separately to avoid any suspicion. Kim went first. Then Chelsea and Andy, and finally Todd, each taking their own Uber.

The drive into the Hollywood Hills was long, made even longer by the heightened level of anticipation for what came next. This wasn’t like yesterday, at the live show and post-party—was that really just yesterday? There was no doubt that Chelsea was going to fuck Todd, only this time, Andy would be able to watch.

There was one other important difference. “You shouldn’t hold back tonight,” Chelsea told him as she held his hand.

“What do you mean?” he asked dumbly, although he knew exactly what she was talking about.

“You made an impression of Camila—”

“That was mostly you and how you talked me up,” I pointed out.

“She likes you,” Chelsea persisted. “I may have primed her, but the rest is all you. She wouldn’t have invited us up here if she didn’t.”

“And what does ‘up here’ mean to you?”

“Stop being so rhetorical,” Chelsea said with a good natured laugh. “I’m saying that Camila and Kim invited you along so they could fuck you, and I’m okay with it, if you want to.” She turned into him, running her hand between his pants. “And I’m pretty sure you want to.”

“I’m… I… I love you, Chelsea. I don’t need anyone else.”

“And I love you, too, and I know you don’t. I don’t need anyone else, either, but last night was a lot of fun.”

Hearing her confess that with such enthusiasm only made him harder. She pressed on, rubbing him through his pants. “I’m just saying that if I’m keeping myself open to new experiences, so should you, okay? And really, I don’t mind. Think of it as your reward for being such an awesome husband.”

***

Neither of them knew what to expect as the driver winded his way up through the posh, LA neighborhood. They passed mansions that must have belonged to movie stars or studio executives. There were hidden driveways where the homes were completely obscured, and ostentatious homes that made a show of wealth. The houses were perched along the steep hills, overlooking the glittering valley, and even the most modest of homes was afforded an amazing view.

The car pulled up to one of these more modest homes—a single story, mid-century modern house nestled into the hillside and surrounded by a strange mixture of oaks and palm trees.

“I could live here,” Chelsea said as they strolled up to the front door. Around them, crickets chirped in the warm, evening air. The stone pathway was lined with lamps. “This is nice.”

“If you hadn’t voted Todd off,” Andy said, “maybe we could have put an offer in with your winnings.”

“I doubt that,” she said. “Even if taxes didn’t take a chunk of the million, this place probably costs ten times that.”

Andy eyed the suspicious lack of weeds, how green the grass was around the home, the way the stones around the path were raked. This home was designed to downplay wealth, and yet it was everywhere. “Yeah, you’re probably right. Who’s house is this, anyway?”

“Not sure,” Chelsea said, stepping up to the front door. “A note.”

There, taped to the wooden door, was indeed a note. “Please let yourself in.”

Chelsea and Andy looked at one another, as if to say, Ready to lose ourselves down the rabbit hole? It was Chelsea who reached out and turned the knob. 

The inside of the home was just as amazing as the outside—open concept, clean lines, very little clutter. The windows along the backside of the house were floor-to-ceiling panels designed to be slid open. Tonight, half of them were, letting in the warm, evening air and the smells of the trees around them. Off in the distance, LA’s sprawl was a blanket of fireflies.

As they entered, the first thing they heard was the sound of female laughter. It floated through the space, mixing with the soft, jazzy tunes that reminded Andy of old Hollywood as depicted in the movies. Two steps in, and the laughter shifted to a moan.

Chelsea’s hand found Andy’s. Discovering how sweaty her palm was, he gave her a reassuring squeeze. They moved into the home together.

The furniture here continued the mid-century modern theme—low-backed and wooden-framed pieces that looked too sleek to be comfortable. Reclined in one of those sofas and completely naked was Camila, and between her legs was Kim, still in the tie-dyed bodycon.

“Mmm… yesss…” Camila moaned. “Right… right there…”

At the party last night, Camila was sexy yet professional in her white slacks and strapless top. Tonight, she was just sexy in nothing but her glasses.

She arched her back and cupped her tits as Kim licked her pussy. She was lean and long, with narrow hips and a pierced belly button. Her pussy was buttery brown like the rest of her body, her wet cleft devoid of any hair. 

Andy squeezed Chelsea’s hand tighter. She pressed close to him, rubbing his dick, but couldn’t take her eyes off the girl-on-girl action. Andy could hear her shallow breathing and sensed her need in the way she stroked him.

“Want to join them?” he whispered.

Kim heard, stirring from her place on the floor. She lifted her head from between Camila’s legs to look over at them. “Please,” she said. “Come join us.”

Camila also opened her eyes, but she wasn’t staring at Chelsea. Her eyes, heavy-lidded with lust, were focused on Andy. “Yes.” She pulled Kim up to her and wrapped her long, slender arms around the petite redhead. “Come join us.”

The two started to kiss one another, their lips making loud, wet, smacking sounds that filled the room and fueled Andy’s lust. He imagined his wife sliding into place beside the two, and it was almost too much for him to take.

Instead of joining, though, Chelsea pulled him to another sofa and started making out with him. As hot as the girl-girl show was, it was Chelsea’s lust that hit Andy the hardest. Hard to believe that this was really happening. Everything about them seemed unreal—but so did every moment that preceded it.

When Andy started to unbutton her blouse, he expected her to stop him. There were others in the room, and already things were wild. But she didn’t stop him. If anything, she actually helped, urgently peeling it off before all the buttons were done. He could see her dark nipples through her pink, flowery bra. Andy couldn’t resist, peeling the lacey cup down just enough to bare a hard nipple.

Chelsea gasped as he latched his lips around that nipple, feeling it tighten and grow in his mouth. She ruffled his hair, pressing her tit into his face. One strap of her bra fell from her shoulder.

“They’re not going to join us,” Andy heard Camila say between kisses.

“Not yet,” Kim replied. “But the night is just…” Someone moaned. “…beginning.”

As if in response, Chelsea started to tug at Andy’s shirt. He let her pull it off, stealing a glance at the other sofa. Kim was stripping out of her little dress, flashing him a smile along with her perky, pale tits. She bit the tip of her tongue playfully before turning back to Camila.

“Watch them,” his wife said. “I don’t mind.”

Chelsea slid down to the floor between his legs before Andy could protest—not that there was much fight in him. He quickly got over any guilt he may have felt from ogling the two women as he watched Kim wiggle her thong off her cute, little booty.

Chelsea opened his pants and fished out his dick. He glanced down at her, still wearing those ridiculous, metal-framed glasses, her hair in a bun, her librarian persona in full effect, before she swallowed his dick.

Kim was back to kissing Camila, pushing her onto her back along the sofa and running her hand along the Puerto Rican’s silky skin. “He’s watching,” Kim whispered. “Let’s give him a nice show.”

Chelsea started blowing him as the women rearranged themselves into a sixty-nine, with Kim sitting on Camila’s face. “Fuuuuck,” she sighed. Glancing at Andy, she said, “Cammy’s got a nice, long tongue and… haaa… practically feels like a mini-dick.”

Chelsea sucked him harder, her cheeks hollowing out. Andy groaned, wondering how long he’d be able to last before popping. Their morning reclamation sex was the only thing keeping him from coming right then and there. 

Kim leaned down, completing the sixty-nine, and two women were transported. Andy watched them go, and it was nearly impossible not to see Camila’s dark hair beneath Kim’s thighs and not think of Chelsea in her place.

“Uhh…” Andy groaned. He nearly came. He was right at the edge all at once, until Chelsea pressed her thumb against his prostate and stymied the orgasm. That was a new trick.

She pulled off of him, knowing exactly what he was thinking, and exactly what he wanted to hear. “Todd taught me that,” she said. Her throat was raw, her voice husky. “He loved it when I sucked his dick, but loved fucking me more.”

“Oh, Chels…” Andy nearly lost it anyway.

She didn’t immediately go back to blowing him, sensing how close he was. Instead, she worked him with her hand as her other disappeared beneath her skirt. When Kim tossed her head and started to come, Chelsea turned to look, and Andy swore that her hands started to pick up speed.

“Uh! Uh! Uh!” Kim wasn’t a quiet lover, and when she came, grinding her sex on Camila’s face, she came with a wail. “Uh, fuck yeah that’s good!”

Andy and Chelsea watched her as she shook out her mane of red hair, turned to them, and smiled, like a performer taking a bow. She almost vaulted off of Camila, gave her one quick, wet kiss, and crossed over to join the couple.

Andy was entranced by Kim’s complete lack of modesty, his brain not quick processing what he was seeing. He wondered how someone so pale could have survived on that island under all that sun. He noted that she was a natural redhead, that her trimmed, triangular patch matched the color of her hair. Her freckles only covered her shoulders and the top of her chest, but didn’t extend over her perky tits or smooth, white stomach. He wondered if he was going to fuck her.

“Hello,” Kim said, getting on her knees beside Chelsea. “Mind if I help?”

As the two women locked eyes, Andy wondered if his wife was going to fuck her.

Chelsea glanced at Andy and nearly burst out laughing at whatever wild expression he had. “Sure, let’s blow his mind.”

Kim made her to push her hair out of her face as she looked at Andy. “Blow something, for sure.” And with that, she ran her tongue along Andy’s stiff shaft.

Andy shuddered, clutching the edge of the cushions. He held his breath until he realized that he needed air, then sucked it in with halting, stuttering gasps. When Chelsea joined the redhead, licking the opposite side of his dick, her cheeks pressed to Kim’s, Andy’s breathing became even more ragged.

Kim swallowed him first, bobbing her head up and down his length to get used to him. Then she sucked him into her throat, staring up at him with those bright, green eyes the whole time. Chelsea just backed off, watching as she stripped out of her clothes.

When Kim pulled off of Andy and Chelsea moved in, though, Kim wasn’t idle. She dipped lower, finding his balls as Chelsea blew him, and his world was consumed with soft, slippery pleasure.

When they switched again, Chelsea followed Kim’s lead, bathing his balls with her tongue as both sets of eyes stared up at him, watching for when he’d explode.

Kim was caressing Chelsea’s back, he noticed, and at one point, as they were switching, she kissed Chelsea’s shoulder before swallowing Andy’s dick.

“Having fun now?” Camila’s accented question reminded him that there was a third there. She appeared beside him on the sofa, her smile radiant. Her glasses were gone, and as much as he hated the trope, he couldn’t help thinking how the change turned her from pretty nerd girl to sultry woman. 

“Am I dreaming?” he asked her with a weak grin.

“I sometimes wonder that very thing myself,” she said. “Could you help me out?”

“You never came.”

“No,” Camilla said.

“You know I love to accommodate.”

“My white knight,” she said before climbing up him and wrapping her legs around his head. He smelled the spicy tang of her excitement, mixed with a more floral scent of soap. Her thighs were soft and warm. Her pussy flawless, and when he ran his tongue along her folds for the first time, she was so much different than Chelsea.

“Ah, yes!” Camila cried. Encouraged, Andy explored her more, tasting and teasing and tantalizing. It helped him stymie his own orgasm, but that couldn’t be held at bay for long.

Camila was closer. She rode his face, clutching his hair as she veered off into her climax, smothering Andy’s world. Cut off from oxygen, his senses overwhelmed, the mouths on his dick, his balls, even a finger pressed against his asshole, was too much.

As he came, his vision grew fuzzy at the edges. Popcorn lights closed in around him as he started to pass out, as his balls emptied into some wet, warm, and still sucking mouth.

“Uhhhh!” he growled, full-throated and loud once Camila released him from her thighs. “Oh… oh uhhh!”

It was Kim’s mouth on his dick when he came, but Chelsea was still right there, their bodies pressed together, cheek-to-cheek. Kim swallowed his come, but a drop had escaped the corner of her mouth. Chelsea actually scooped it up with her index finger and sucked it into her mouth as the two women looked at one another.

“Thank you for sharing,” Kim said.

“How about this,” Chelsea said. “I’ll loan him to you for the rest of the night. Just try not to return him broken.”

“No promises,” Kim said with a giggle. Then, she gave Chelsea a soft kiss on the lips. “But we’ll make sure to show him the night of his life.”

Andy, still recovering from his orgasm, was just about to ask Chelsea where she was going when she stood, and suddenly there was a grinning Todd. He was the only one with all of his clothes on, and it was almost absurdist to see him standing there in his jeans and boots and rolled-up shirt sleeves, putting an arm around a topless Chelsea who still wore her skirt, her librarian bun, and her heels.

“Have fun, you two,” Kim said.

Chelsea looked at Andy with love. “I love you, honey. Give us a little time, then you can come in and watch.”

He wanted to watch them now, but submitting to Chelsea’s own desires was even hotter for Andy. Somehow, being denied the immediate gratification was even better.

“Have fun,” he said. Then, to Todd, he grinned. “You can try and break her if you want.”

Andy watched Todd lead his wife towards the bedrooms on the other side of the house. The firefighter had an arm around her, and slid that hand down the back of her skirt. Andy caught a glimpse of Chelsea’s thong before the two disappeared from view.

“He really is into it,” Kim said to Camila as she ran her fingers over his revived erection. She’d crawled up onto the sofa to Andy’s left. 

Camila took her place opposite him, saying, “Told you.” Andy felt flushed with shame before the producer looked at him and added, “It’s why I’m so jealous of your wife, man. She gets a great husband with a nice dick, but also gets to play with others.”

“Yeah,” Kim sighed. “We should reward him for being so good.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Camila said.

The two leaned over, right in front of him, and started to kiss each other. This was real. He could see their lipstick, the sparkle of their makeup, the way sweat glistened at their hairline. He could smell their scents, mixing with one another, mixing with the aroma of sex.

Kim lifted her hand to the other woman’s face, cupping it gently as she pushed her tongue deeper into Camila’s mouth. At the same time, she stroked Andy’s cock as it sprang to full and unapologetic life.

The two broke their kiss with a satisfied hum and turned their attention to Andy. Kim kissed him first, and as she did, he realized that this was the first time that he’d kissed another woman in many years—despite both receiving oral sex and giving it. It felt so good. She was soft and welcoming. The angle of their faces was different.

And then there was Camila on the other side of him, kissing his shoulder and the side of his neck. He turned to her, and she drew him in for a passionate make out session.

Kim whispered in his ear, “I wonder how long it’ll take before she’s riding Todd’s dick?” 

Andy’s cock jumped at the question. Camila broke the kiss with him with reluctance, staring at him in the eyes as she addressed Kim. “Don’t be cruel.”

Kim tutted. “He likes it.”

“I do,” Andy admitted, tired of being a passenger on this ride.

Kim gestured to him, as if to say, See?

“You know the bedroom they went into has big, sliding glass doors that look out into the backyard?” Camila said. “And with the lights off back there, and the lights on in their room, we could probably see everything.”

Andy didn’t need to say anything. The two women were already rising, taking his hands, pulling him towards the patio outside. What a strange feeling, to be led by the hand, completely naked, by two nude women. He was a modest guy, and always had an issue with public nudity. Even now, knowing that they had a high level of privacy, it felt weird going outside, naked. He quickly got over it, though, as they skirted the pool and he caught a glimpse of what was happening in that bedroom.

“Oh, damn, they didn’t waste any time,” Kim said as Andy stumbled to a stop.

Todd was already inside of Chelsea. She was on her back on the end of the bed, legs open, knees up. Her skirt was gone. Her thong cast aside. Todd was between her legs, also naked, driving his big dick into her as she held him close and kissed him.

It was everything that Andy had ever dreamed of happening, all encapsulated in one moment. But this was a live situation, and the two inside were intensely alive. So were the two women with Andy.

“Pst, hey Andy,” Kim whispered. She and Camila had moved ahead of him, settling onto a chaise lounge that had been laid flat. The two of them sat together, legs crossed, beckoning him to turn like sirens.

Andy didn’t come to LA hoping to hook up with anyone other than his wife. He didn’t need it, and she didn’t ‘owe’ him this. But he also wasn’t going to turn down this offer, and Chelsea had loaned him out.

He settled in between the two women, glancing one last find at the athletic fucking that Todd was giving his wife, then asked Kim, “So how does this work?”

She giggled softly. “We do whatever we want,” she said, touching his cheek. “We do whatever feels good.”

With that, Kim kissed him on the lips, and that kiss turned into something deeper and feistier. He felt something cool and wet on his dick, and for a moment he thought Kim was blowing him again. Then he realized that it was a condom.

Andy gasped and almost chickened out. This was real. This was happening. Then he looked into the bedroom, where Chelsea was getting railed by the firefighter stud, and his dick only grew more.

“You’re the host,” Kim said to Camila. “You get him first.”

“Technically I’m just a guest,” she said, “but I won’t say no.”

Kim moved behind Andy, pressing her tits into his back as Camila lowered herself into his lap, facing away, so that all three could enjoy the show in the bedroom.

Andy stifled his moan as he sank into Camila’s tight embrace. “Aye mi,” she gasped. “It’s been too long since I’ve felt… that…”

“You’re her first man since they shot season 25,” Kim said. “Cammy is very choosy with who she fucks.”

Andy ran his hands over Camila’s lean body. She had nice tits, more than a handful and perfectly proportioned to her body.

“She likes you because she loves your wife,” Kim continued. “And we all love your wife. 

They watched as Todd pulled out of Chelsea and stood. Andy had seen him naked before in that texted photo, but he’d been flaccid in it. Now he was erect, and he was huge. Even Kim behind him gasped at the man’s impressive body.

“That’s a big dick,” she whispered.

Chelsea rolled over onto her hands and knees, and Todd slid up behind her, nine inches of manhood in his hand—nine inches of unprotected manhood. Even though Andy had told her that condoms weren’t necessary, it felt like such a searing transgression. He loved it. The realization rocked him. 

Todd drove into her from behind, hands on her hips, his dick ripping a cry so loud from her that they could hear it outside. “Fuck, you’re so… big!”

“She must have felt that cock pressed against her when they spooned for warmth at night,” Kim said, now teasing Andy. “She knew what he was packing.”

He held Camila’s hips and started to roll his hips to match hers—and to match Todd’s. He wasn’t just a watcher, and the hottie producer deserved more than a live dildo to fuck.

Camila looked back at Andy, smiling brightly before reaching back to kiss him over her shoulder.

“Play with her pussy,” Kim instructed. “She likes a finger on her clit. And looks like so does your wife.”

Inside, Chelsea was resting on one elbow now, her cheek to the bed, as she reached between her legs and played with her pussy. Todd started pounding her with more vigor.

Andy sought to match, doing as Kim suggested. Camila’s pussy was as smooth as Chelsea’s, and he heard her gasp as he found her clit. “Harder,” she hissed to him as he started to play with it. “I’m not fragile. I won’t… break…”

“Ahh! Ahhh!” Chelsea yelped inside. Todd was yanking her hips back into his cock, manhandling her in a way that Andy had never dared to. Chelsea seemed very into it. It was hard hitting, rabbit-paced fucking—tits bouncing, ass cheeks bouncing, hair bouncing. Todd’s face was contorted as he fucked, his brow furrowed hard, his teeth clenched, his nostrils flaring.

Andy couldn’t do that, couldn’t match the intensity, but it was inspiring enough for him to try. He got help a moment later, feeling the wet bath of a tongue on his balls. Kim was between their legs, pushing his fingers away from Camila’s clit as she used her tongue on them both.

Camila arched back into him, thrusting her chest into his groping hands as she grinded her hips into his pelvis. For a moment, his view into the room was obscured by Camila’s lustrous, black hair. He gave himself to her, sweeping his hands up her body, caressing her tits and kissing her neck as her climax built and built.

Beyond her, Chelsea started to cry out a loud, “Fuck me! Fuck me!”

Andy looked inside. Todd had twisted her brown locks into his fist like a rein and was pulling her hair as he fucked her in short, urgent jabs. He slapped her ass, and she moaned even louder. “Uh, God! Uh, fuck!” Chelsea, with her head thrown back, was losing her mind. “Fuck it into me! Give me your come, Todd! Give me your… come!”

Between Andy’s legs, Kim rubbed Camila’s clit fast and hard as her tongue sought out Andy’s taint. He’d never felt anything like it, and when she started to rim his asshole, he lost it.

Todd was there, too, up on his haunches, his body looming over Chelsea as he bore down on her, smashing his hips into her ass and driving her shoulders into the bed. He roared as he emptied his balls into Chelsea’s married pussy.

“Yes! Yes, yes!” Chelsea cried. Or maybe it was Camila. Or maybe it was Andy. He wasn’t sure. They were all coming. Even Kim, between their legs, had rubbed herself to an orgasm, swept up in the moment.

Andy actually flopped onto his back when it was over, unable to think straight.

But Chelsea wasn’t done. She was insatiable. Covered in glistening exertion, she extracted herself from beneath Todd’s body, pushed him onto his back, and dove down between his legs. He’d gone soft enough that his dick flopped around in her hand, but it didn’t take her long to get him hard again.

With her lips stretched around that dick, she looked up and out towards the patio. Andy had assumed that she couldn’t see them out there, watching. He was wrong. She definitely saw them. Her lips curled around Todd’s cock, although she didn’t suck off. If anything, she blew him with more vigor, wrapping her hand around the lower half of the shaft, jerking him with each bob.

With her other hand, she beckoned Andy to come closer. Incredibly, his cock started to rise. Camila pulled away, releasing him with a collective shudder. “Come on,” she said, taking his hand. “Let’s get closer.”

Kim opened the sliding door ahead of them as Chelsea finally slurped off of Todd’s once-again fully erect shaft. The redhead flounced over to the bed without stopping, crawling up onto it. “May I?” she asked.

Chelsea laughed as she continued to jerk Todd. “Sure, why not.”

“Imagine what we could have done as a trio,” Kim said, glancing at Todd, who seemed very into the imminent double blowjob. Kim shocked both of them, though, when she reached out and kissed Chelsea on the mouth. And unlike earlier, this kiss was deep and passionate.

Andy studied his wife, the way she tensed, the way she relaxed, the way she started to kiss Kim back with equal fire.

“Is this happening?” Andy asked Camila.

The two women broke their heated kiss, turning on the cock between them. Unlike when they’d sucked Andy off, slow and tentative, a first time partnership, Chelsea and Kim attacked their fellow Castaway’s dick with lust-fueled enthusiasm. Chelsea flicked her tongue along the underside as Kim swallowed the tip. They switched, they teased, they kissed one another as they took turns on him.

“Come,” Camila said, guiding Andy to the bed beside the trio. “This is what you’ve been waiting for, yes?”

Kim glanced up as they climbed onto the mattress, whispering something to Chelsea. Chelsea nodded, pushing Todd fully onto his back and mounted him. But she wasn’t looking at him. She was looking right at Andy as Kim pointed Todd’s dick at her pussy. She mouthed, I love you, as she sank down onto his member once again, taking that man’s thickness ball deep.

This time, Kim was there to trace her fingers over Chelsea’s clit. She crawled down beside them, sucking on Chelsea’s bouncing tits before turning her attention to Todd. She traced a tattoo on his left pectoral, a trivialized 25. “This is new,” she said. “For us?”

“Best experience of my life,” Todd said. “Why not memorize it.”

“That’s a great idea,” Kim said before leaning down and kissing him. “Season of the Showmance.” She cracked herself up with a loud laugh. She found Andy, standing beside the bed, and wiggled her ass. “My turn.”

Camila produced a condom, but it was Chelsea who put it on. “Let me,” his wife said, holding her hand out to him. He went to her side, right behind Kim, and tore open the wrapper. “I want to watch you fuck her while you fuck me.”

Andy nodded as she rolled on the latex sleeve. Then, taking Kim’s narrow hips in hand, and Chelsea positioned his dick, he felt the third pussy of the day envelope his cock.

Never in a million years did Andy think that he’d be here, fucking one woman while his wife fucked another man beside him. Swinging and swapping weren’t on his fantasy bingo card. Hell, the hotwife thing was only ever a vague idea until Castaway. Yet here he was, and it was thrilling.

He leaned over without breaking stride with Kim, so he could kiss Chelsea on the mouth. “I love you so much, baby,” he said, touching her back and the nape of her neck. “I love all of this.”

“So do I.” Only it wasn’t Chelsea who responded. The voice came from behind them, calm and amused and very familiar.

Turning, they saw her, leaning against the door jamb with her arms crossed. She wore that famously amused look on her face. Molly Reynolds said, “I fucking love it when things come full circle.”

End of part 8, with only one more part to go! Does Molly Reynolds get involved? Spoiler alert: hell yeah she does.

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