What Does Kate Want?

The wild night was done. Bree decided to share the bed with Kate and Allen. It was a king-size, so they fit nicely. Bree was in the middle of two people she admired and had grown to love. What started as sexing the neighbor’s husband turned into Bree sexing them both.

Bree knew Allen had serious feelings for her. She felt the same for him. She wondered what was happening with Kate. Was her appetite for her just a fleeting encounter? Kate had also tasted Nicole. What did Kate want, Bree wondered as she lay somewhere between sleep and consciousness.

Kate lay with a thought in her mind. She remembered her last encounter with Judith. How beautiful it was. She couldn’t believe Judith was willing to throw away what they had for over twenty-six years.

She also remembered meeting the beautiful Yvette. They had texted each throughout the day. Kate remembered her fair skin that had a nice tint to it and her pretty green eyes. Kate bit her lip. Suddenly she was in the mood for something sweet.

She turned to her left and saw caramel lying next to her. Her breasts were nice and full. So perky. She reached for Bree’s breasts and played with her nipples until they hardened.

Bree’s eyes fluttered open and she grinned. She knew what Kate was up to. Kate smiled and eased closer and began suckling breasts one after the other. Bree cooed at the sensation and enjoyed the way Kate massaged her clit. She rubbed slowly until she felt moisture on her fingertips. She brought her finger to her mouth and tasted the sweet nectar.

She pushed her fingers into her cunt and stroked. Before long Bree was panting and moaning. Allen heard the faint sounds in his sleep. He eased closer to Bree and realized Kate had beat him to morning sex with Bree, which was his favorite thing to do before breakfast.

He wasn’t going to be left out. After all, it was his birthday weekend and Kate promised him whatever happened in New Orleans was perfectly okay…no questions asked.

He lifted Bree’s left ass cheek and pushed his cock into her tiny hole and stretched it out. He thrust nice and slow filling her ass with his huge cock as his wife fingered her sweet little pussy. Bree couldn’t help but cry out in ecstasy. He kissed her shoulder and held on tightly panting and moaning as he gave her hole a nice stroking.

He rolled her on top of him, holding her legs, and opening them wide. Kate got in position and began licking to her delight. Bree ran her finger through Kate’s hair. She enjoyed the way Kate licked and hummed on her clit as she fingered her pussy, “Oh my god,” she pleaded as sweat from her brows.

Her legs shook, but Allen held them in place as she cried. Kate showed her fingers, massaged Bree’s juices onto her thighs, and then licked them once more before pushing her fingers back inside.

“Oh fuck,” Bree had never cum that hard during sex. Her body trembled, “Cum baby,” she pleaded to Allen, but he wasn’t near climax. He just kept stroking away. She rolled off and lay on her back. Kate smiled as she watched Allen push his cock into her pussy.

She played with Bree’s tits, squeezing, sucking, nibbling on them.

As his wife played, Allen pushed harder and faster. He looked down at Bree. He wanted to taste her lips. He eased in closer until he kissed her mouth. Kate noticed how he looked at Bree. How passionately he kissed her. How attentive he was to her needs. How much care he put into fucking her. This was no ordinary fuck like he had done with Nicole. He was making love to Bree.

She heard how Bree moaned. She saw how she clawed and grabbed at his back and his ass throwing her hips forward savoring every bit of his cock. The way they looked at each other spoke volumes. She had shared that look with Judith.

She was glad when Allen finally exploded. She heard his loud grunt. How he held his position as his cock twitched and drained. She saw the sweat glisten on their bodies. It was painfully beautiful to watch.

Allen kissed her lips one final time before rolling off. Allen left the room. Bree looked over at Kate, “We should probably go find breakfast before we head to Yvette’s for the swamp boat rides. We also need some bug spray.”

Kate nodded, “Yeah, I’ll take a shower with Allen if you don’t mind.”

Bree laughed, “Of course not.”

Kate left the room. Bree basked in the afterglow of what happened. She felt amazingly satisfied.

******

Kate entered the immaculate main bathroom with brown and cream-colored marble tile. The shower was long with a long clear sling glass door. It had two showerheads. She was Allen under one. She entered. They both looked at each other uneasily for a moment.

Allen wondered about Kate, was she truly happy with him? Would she rather be with women? How could he ask?

Kate wondered about Allen; _did he still love her? Was he falling in love with Bree? Would he leave her for Bree? _She didn’t want that. She wasn’t ready for that. They showered in silence for five minutes before the others began to stir about the house.

Allen shut off the shower. Before he left, Kate stopped him, “You know I’m not whatever you think I am. Just because I have a taste for women at times doesn’t mean anything. You’re still _my _husband.”

He nodded, “Yeah. I’m your husband,” he said before leaving the shower.

******

Before everyone gathered outside, Bree saw Kate sitting under the pergola. She joined her. Kate looked up when she saw Bree take a seat. Bree smiled, “May I ask you a question?”

Kate nodded as if she already knew what was on Bree’s mind.

“Are you bi-sexual?”

Kate chuckled, “I don’t subscribe to labels. I just like what I like.”

Bree nodded.

“Do you like when I’m with you?”

Bree blushed, “It feels amazing, so I guess that’s a yes. But I’m definitely more into men.”

Kate smiled, “I figured. It’s fun to experiment. It’s great that you have Allen and me to experiment with. I’m sure you’ll be ready to move on with your plans.”

Bree remembered her plans to get artificially inseminated. She wouldn’t need to if Marcel was serious. “You’re right. Eventually, we’ll all have to move on.”

“Right, but for now, let’s just enjoy.”

The rest of the crew came outside dressed in shorts and graphic t-shirts ready for a day of fun on the bayou, but first, they had a reservation at a hotel restaurant for a breakfast buffet.

After breakfast at an upscale restaurant, they went for a walk through the French Quarters. They stopped at various historical structures to take pictures. Went for a walk through a cemetery, which is a thing in New Orleans. They went near the square. The artists and vendors were already setting up for the day.

Kate saw some art pieces she wanted to buy but didn’t want to walk around with them. The artist offered to ship what she wanted to North Carolina for a fee. So, she purchased a few pieces.

Allen walked next to Steve a few feet back from the ladies. Steve commented, “I heard you guys this morning, sounded like fun.”

Allen chuckled, “Yeah, this is one of the best birthdays ever.”

“So is Kate like—”

“I don’t know. She says she’s not.”

“I don’t know. The way she ate Nicole out last night…shit was insane. Nicole said she never came that hard from oral.”

Allen laughed, “I swear, Bree hasn’t admitted it, but when Kate ate her out this morning. She came so fucking hard. I was going crazy listening to her moan.”

“Yeah, that’s what woke us. It got us excited.”

“I’m just hoping Kate is still okay with me and Bree, you know.”

“I mean, if she likes kitty, then maybe it’s something you can share.”

Allen chuckled, “Yeah, maybe. I don’t mind sharing sometimes, but mostly like when it’s just us.”

Steve grinned, “I get it. I’m falling for Nicole. She likes kinky shit though. I’ve never been with a woman like her.”

“I’m in love with Bree.”

“Shit dude.”

“I know. I mean…I still care about Kate, but I don’t know. I think she’d rather be with women. She was seeing a woman named Judith behind my back for years.”

“Damn, that’s fucked up.”

“Now she’s all over the place. First, asking me to sleep with Bree, and then telling me not to. Man, I just don’t know.”

Steve nodded. They continued to talk while walking along the not so busy streets and ended up at the river. Kate turned to them, “I suppose we should get back so we can make our way to Yvette’s.”

Allen nodded. She walked over to him and pulled him back as the others walked ahead, “Is everything okay?”

He nodded, “Sure.”

“Let’s just try to have a good time. It’s your birthday.”

“Sure. Whatever happens here; stays here right. No judgments?”

“Right. Let’s just resume our normal behavior after this trip.”

She touched his face and went back with the ladies. Allen was perturbed. Normal behavior? Nothing about their marriage was normal. It was getting crazier with each day. His heart was torn. He wasn’t ready to go back. He liked what he had with Bree.

*******

The happy adventurous group loaded up into the rental car and drove across the Mississippi River toward the city of Westwego. They finally ended up at Yvette’s place in a somewhat rural area.

The house was long like a rectangle with a wrap-around porch and had plenty of land surrounding it and it was close to the river. There were also lots of trees and flowers, which Kate took notice of as they drove up.

They parked in the driveway and soon after the engine shut off, Yvette appeared at the door wearing ripped camo jeans and a white shirt that you could see a bright green bra underneath.

She waved as she walked down the steps, “Have any trouble finding me?” she asked as she gave Kate a pleasant smile.

“No. It was fairly simple. I love this area. So quiet. It’s a nice change of pace from the city.”

“Y’all are welcome to come inside for a minute while I grab a few things. We can drive down to the bayou for some fun.”

They smiled and joined her inside. Her home was filled with plants. “Someone has a green thumb.”

“I do,” Yvette smiled as she reached for her keys and then a can of bug spray. She covered herself with it and offered the group.

“We already sprayed. I told them…these Louisiana mosquitos are no joke.”

“Kate said you’re from New Orleans.”

“Yes. My family lives in the seventh ward close to Broad and St Bernard.”

“Nice. A lot of good eats in that area.”

“Yeah. I took them to Melba’s.”

Kate noticed a picture of a couple and two baby girls, “Are these your parents?”

“Yes. They live right around the corner.”

Bree looked at the woman that had a pretty tint to her skin and curly hair, “Is your mother Creole?”

“Sure is. I always tell people, ‘I’m somma.’”

Bree chuckled, “Some of this and some of that. Yeah, my family has some Creole too.”

“Nice. Looks like I have everything. Are you driving us down to the bayou?” she asked Allen.

“Sure.”

They headed out.

They ended up at a place where Yvette housed her swamp boat. She handed them life jackets and prepared the boat to cast off. Kate smiled, “I’ve never done anything like this before. It feels exciting.”

Yvette smiled, “It will be, let me help you up,” she said as she reached for Kate’s hand. At that moment, Allen saw the attraction shared between the ladies. They all got into their seats and soon they were coasting down the bayou.

Along the way, they saw trees, tall weeds that grew up from the bayou, and some broken tree limbs with baby gators sunbathing on top. Bree and Allen took pictures.

They went out a ways and ended up near a dock. They saw a small house not far, “I thought we’d have some lunch here. And do same gator petting.”

“What’s this place?” asked Kate.

“It’s my uncle Renard’s gator farm and food shack.”

“Gator farm?” said Nicole, “Aw hell naw. I thought I left gators in Florida.”

They laughed as they left the boat. The area looked like a painting. These tall oak trees with Spanish moss dangling from limbs. This rustic shack had been converted into a restaurant.

There was a man in his fifties, tall, with fair skin, hazel green eyes, short black curly hair standing over a huge silver pot stirring up little red mudbugs, “Is that my niece? Bienvenue and bonswa.” Which is Creole for welcome and hello.

“It’s me, unc,” she said as she hugged him.

“I see you brought some gator food,” he joked with a nice hearty laugh.

The group chuckled.

“Welcome, Yvette said y’all are here from North Carolina.”

“Yes, celebrating my birthday,” said Allen.

“Lucky for you, you get to taste my crawfish and tators, and later if you behave…I’ll send y’all back with my world-famous moonshine.”

Yvette laughed, “Oh god unc, please. That stuff is lethal.”

“Don’t scare the folks. It’s not that bad.”

He showed them to a table and had them sit. A few other folks were sitting at long park-style tables with the bench seats. The newspaper covered the table. A huge hole in the middle with a trash can that had a black heavy-duty plastic bag.

The smell of seasoning surrounded them and teased their taste buds. Bree smiled as she sat across from Allen, “It’s so pretty out here.”

He looked around. It was pretty. The water, the tall weeds, the rustic shack, the boat dock, the trees. It was a perfect backdrop for some serious picture taking.

Yvette helped her uncle dump crawfish on the tables with corn on the cob, little red potatoes, and turkey necks. They ordered beer and daiquiris to help wash down the food.

There was a pleasant breeze despite the intensity of the sun. The trees offered plenty of shade as they sat around a table eating, talking, and listening to Zydeco music.

Yvette looked at Bree, “How long have you and Allen been married?”

Allen answered, “We’ve been together for a few months now.”

She nodded, “And you two?”

Steve responded, “Um, a little less than that.”

She looked at Kate, “And you?”

Kate smiled, “It’s complicated.”

“I know about complicated. I was married to a man for seven years before I finally decided it wasn’t for me.”

“Oh…I thought you were.”

“Oh, I am. That’s why I finally left him. I was tired of pretending. He was great, but I couldn’t give him what he wanted and he couldn’t give me what I wanted.”

Kate thought about it. She sighed. But she wasn’t ready. She didn’t know if that was what she wanted.

Renard left and returned shortly with a baby gator in his hand, “Anyone wants to pet Lucy?” he walked up to Bree. She shook her head.

“I’ll do it,” said Kate as she held out her delicate hand to touch the skin of the baby gator, “Oh my god, I can’t believe I’m doing this, are you sure you don’t want to touch it, Bree?”

Bree chuckled, “I’m most certain.”

Steve went next, “It’s not so bad, Allen you gotta do it, bro.”

Allen shook his head, “I don’t know.”

Renard held it by Allen, “Just a little touch, come on now.”

Finally, he pet the baby gator. Renard was about to bring Lucy to Nicole, she threw up her hand, “Don’t even.”

They laughed. After a couple of hours, they headed back on the boat with a huge bottle of moonshine. They dropped Yvette off at her place. Kate got out to say goodbye, “Thanks for everything, this was nice.”

Yvette smiled, “It was fun. I like you and your crew. Y’all are nice people. What are you doing later?”

“I think we’re going back to Bourbon Street; they want to check out a few strip clubs.”

“Strip clubs, wow, okay. I have a friend that has one way better. It’s not downtown. It’s in the east. Let me know if y’all want to check it out.”

“Great. I’ll mention it to the group. I’m sure they won’t mind at all.”

“Alright, I’ll text you the address.”

They hugged and Kate went back to the car. When she got inside Allen gave her a side-eye. She cleared her throat, “Instead of downtown, Yvette says she knows a better place we can go.”

“Cool, it’ll probably be too busy on Bourbon tonight,” said Nicole.

They ended up back at the rental house. Allen cracked open the moonshine and poured everyone a shot. Bree was hesitant to drink it, Come on, it’s my birthday, drink,” insisted Allen.

Bree tasted it, “Good lord, that’ll put hair on your chest.”

They laughed. She set her glass down, “I had an uncle that used to make moonshine. I went to visit them five years ago. I was sitting at the table reading the bible one night…you know that was before my heathen days,” she laughed, and he walks inside…his face just looked glassy. Like he was possessed. He walked over to me and his body shook like a leaf on a cold windy day. He pointed at me and said, ‘what you reading?’ I said the Bible. He replied, ‘what is it talking about?’ Just so happens, I was in the book of Romans,” she paused.

They were on pins and needles as they listened.

“I read the sentence, he who calls upon the name of the Lord shall be saved, and he passed out. Just dropped on the floor.”

Their eyes widened.

“Girl, your uncle was a hot mess. He lived in a perpetual state of drunkenness,” said Nicole.

“He did. I swear. A functioning alcoholic.”

“I know about that functioning part.”

“Well, he managed.”

“Did you pick him up and get him to bed?” asked Kate.

“Heck no. I continued to read my bible and when my aunt came to the kitchen for a glass of water, I let her tend to her drunk husband.”

“Wow, sounds like he’s a riot.”

“Yes. Well, I’m going to go take a shower. So we can get ready for another adventure! Woohoo!”

As everyone headed to their rooms, Kate and Allen stood on opposite ends of the kitchen island. Allen was about to speak, but she stopped him, “I know what you’re thinking?”

“Do you?”

“Yes. And yes, I do find her attractive.”

“Are you planning to—”

“No. Of course not. We’ll just go have a good time and then come back here and that will be the end of it. I just like the adventure of it. And thanks for not saying anything earlier.”

Allen nodded as he watched his wife walk off. He didn’t correct Yvette when she thought he was with Bree. He saw how Kate was attracted to Yvette. Inside, he didn’t know how to feel about it.

On one hand, he hoped it would occupy her so he could spend more time with Bree, but on the other hand, he didn’t understand what was Kate’s end goal. What did she really want? He sighed as he poured himself more moonshine.