“Like that?” Kelly grinned breathlessly.
“Exactly like that,” Becca grinned back and took a deep breath. “Exactly like that…”
***
The next hour or so were a whole jumble of what, Ellie came to realise, was pretty close to sensory overload… it was Becca and Kelly let loose, familiar enough with each other by now to not hold back, yet new enough to each other that they had barely scratched the surface on what each liked or didn’t like, still firmly at the experimental stage of what this was between them.
Ellie watched, switching wine for herbal tea so that she didn’t end up drunk, and talked to them in the quieter moments, but left them to do their thing when they were doing their thing. After a while on the couch they switched to the guest room, Kelly explaining reasonably enough that Colt drew a line at her bringing another woman into their bed when he wasn’t there, and it got slower, less frantic but more exploratory. At one point Kelly disappeared for a few minutes and came back with her vibrator, which certainly livened things up between the two of them.
Sitting in her chair in the guest room, the jealousy almost entirely faded leaving her body singing with arousal, both necklaces reassuring against her chest, Ellie waited. She wanted to reclaim Becca, she realised, wanted her back now, but she told herself to be patient, to delay the gratification. The reclaimingwould come, she knew that with certainty, and if she could just wait a little longer it would be even better.
As if reading her mind, Kelly broke the kiss she’d been sharing with Becca and propped herself up on her elbow. Despite looking like a woman who’d just had a lot of very good sex, her expression as she looked at Ellie was a little hesitant, the first time all weekend that Kelly had looked anything other than completely sure of herself.
"Can I ask you something?" Kelly said.
"Sure."
"The part that comes after. What you two do when I go back to my bed in a minute." She paused. "Would you let me watch?"
The question came out and sat there. Ellie looked at Becca, who’d glanced her way immediately, still recovering from her latest climax, her chest flushed and heaving, but her head obviously rapidly clearing, her expression cycling through surprise and then something else… a flush that wasn't entirely from the exertion, a brightness in her eyes that Ellie recognised.
"You want to watch… us?" Ellie said, glancing back at Kelly in surprise, making sure she'd understood.
“If you’ll let me.”
Ellie looked at Becca again who gave a slight nod.I’m happy to if you are.
“Why?” It was a big step for Ellie, bigger than for Becca who, of course, had already been deeply intimate with Kelly. This wouldcross a line for Ellie, and while she realised she was open to it she wanted to make sure the reasons were good.
Kelly hesitated for a few moments, opening her mouth to speak then faltering, then opening her mouth again.
"I want to watch you reclaim her." Kelly said it simply, no games, no teasing. "I want to see what I cause. I wondered both other times what happens after I leave, what the two of you are like when you're... I don't know. Coming back to each other. What you’re like together. I think it would help me understand what this is. All of it."
Ellie looked at Becca again. The question was really for both of them: this was the most intimate part of their dynamic, the thing that was purely and exclusively theirs.
But hadn't tonight been about dissolving those boundaries? Hadn't she undressed at the watering hole, touched herself where they could see her? Hadn't every boundary she'd crossed tonight made the experience richer rather than smaller?
"Bec?" Ellie said softly. "What do you think? This is both our decision.”
Becca was quiet for a moment, and Ellie could see her thinking, the therapist and the wife both working behind her eyes. Then she said, "I think Kelly's earned that. And I think I want to show her just how much I love you."
Ellie found herself smiling.Absolutely the right answer, my amazing wife. In that instant the jealousy-arousal loop seemed to switch off, replaced by something different, something simple and true… pride. Pride in her marriage, pride in what her andBecca had, pride that Becca was happy to be so open about it after what she’d just done with Kelly. Kelly watching her and Becca do their most intimate, most special thing should feel like a violation, but it didn’t. It felt like an invitation to share something special. After all, who didn’t want to show off what they were proud of?
"Ok," Ellie heard herself say. “But you watch. You don't touch. This part is ours."
"Understood," Kelly said. “Back in a moment.” She disappeared and came back in wearing what was, presumably, one of Colt’s t-shirts, far too large for her. Ellie stood and Kelly took her seat, practically glowing with excited happiness. “Thank you. Both.”
Ellie nodded and smiled, then turned to face Becca who was watching her with a mischievous smile of her own. She untied her robe, letting it fall, feeling acutely self-conscious briefly about standing there naked in front of Kelly but, of course, Kelly could tell and put her at ease.
“You are stunning Ellie,” she said from her seat. “Y’all are one beautiful couple.”
Ellie glanced back over at Kelly, thrilled to see that she meant it, then focused on Becca who’d now moved to kneel on the bed.
“You’ve got something of mine,” Becca said, eyes only for Ellie now.
“I do, don’t I. You want it back?”
“Very much. More than anything.”
