Don't Look Down (page 11)
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At home, Gordon was like a really big child. If he wasn’t chasing Savannah around or giving her rides on his back while he crawled on all fours, he found other ways to keep himself amused. One time, he couldn’t be bothered taking his motorbike around the house and through the side gate, so instead, he’d ridden it inside and did a few laps around the kitchen just for a laugh before taking it out for a quick trip down to the markets before they closed. Then he came home and spent ten minutes chasing Krista around the sofa, trying to kiss her with the mouth of a large striped bass he’d brought home to cook up for dinner that night.
Of course, there were other, more touching moments that Krista would treasure forever and she didn’t need to photograph them or talk about them to the papers. She kept them in her heart and treasured them dearly, such as the time when Savannah got very sick and Gordon hadn’t left her side until he was convinced she was all better. Krista had woken one night to find Gordon missing and, fearing the worst, she went directly to Savannah’s nursery, only to find him sleeping by her bed, propped up against the wall. Often she felt terrible when she recalled some of these memories, because they were during her hectic period of postnatal depression. One such memory that saddened her, was when she was feeling fed up because Gordon was constantly under her feet and getting in the way. In hindsight however, he’d been nothing but helpful; drawing her a bath, bringing meals to her wherever she happened to be sitting instead of calling her to the table and finally, asking her if she needed anything every twenty minutes or so. She had just about foamed at the mouth when she’d snapped at him that day, she had even hurled a chair at him and it broke as he turned and it struck his side. That very night he warily offered her a foot and leg massage and she’d accepted, but without thanking him, despite the relieved pressure in her legs and feet that she’d felt afterwards.
Waking in the wee hours of the morning and finding him sitting up with Savannah as she might have had a nightmare, or cuddling a fussy baby David back to sleep so he didn’t wake her, Krista felt that she was indeed quite the lucky lady. She had a few friends who did nothing but complain about how their partners did nothing to help out around the house, inviting friends over and leaving their mess everywhere. Gordon would never consider doing this, he couldn’t. He’d be cleaning up the moment everyone was gone, even before Krista had a chance to pick up the vacuum cleaner. She loved that he was so considerate, his habits of keeping his kitchen clean clearly extended to other areas of his life and she was grateful for this.
Krista heard a very faint, very soft snore and she shifted carefully away from Gordon, realizing he had fallen asleep while she had been deep in thought. She glanced over at the clock, it was nearly 6.30am.
“Babe,” she nudged him and he gave a start and a mumble, “babe, wake up.. “
“The fucking.. pan’s on fire.. ” he muttered softly, rolling over and sighing as he drifted off again. Krista couldn’t help but smile, albeit a little sadly, wishing he could just sleep as deeply and as contentedly as he had last night, all the time.
“Gordon!” she spoke more firmly, shaking him a little.
“Hnh?” Gordon finally opened his eyes and turned to look back at her.
“Time to get up,” Krista smiled warmly at him. He paused for a moment and then relaxed, smiling back at her.
“Mmm, I’ve been up for hours, darling,” he said sleepily, his expression mischievous. Krista cuddled up with him, it had been a while and she was missing the feel of his body pressed against her own in the act of making love.
“Tonight,” she whispered quietly, “you know what today is, right?”
“Yeah,” Gordon replied, with great reluctance, “I haven’t forgotten.”
She looked up into his eyes and ventured to kiss him, Gordon was instantly receptive and they made out slowly and passionately for several long moments. She had to push gently on his chest to encourage him to pull back, because he was really getting into it, moaning into her mouth and she almost could not tear herself away from him. He groaned in protest and tried to kiss her again, but Krista giggled and placed her hand over his mouth.
“Oh come on babe,” Krista said firmly, “please don’t make this any harder, we’ve got to get up and get ready.”
Gordon exhaled loudly and flopped back down into the pillows, feigning exhaustion.
“Oh no you don’t,” Krista poked his ribs to make him jump, “I’m not doing this by myself, get up and go take a shower mister!”
He giggled when she poked him, a sound he only ever made in front of her or sometimes David and Iman, but never in front of anyone else.
“Okay!” he squirmed and got out of bed, “okay, I’m up.. “
She smiled as he wandered out of the bedroom to take a shower, shaking her head and feeling very affectionate towards him. It was a nice feeling to have back again, but as she took up her phone to check today’s weather and news, a couple of leaked photographs suddenly caught her attention..
“Um.. Gordon..?” Krista called distractedly, clicking on the link to read the article..
Gordon was already halfway to the bathroom when Krista suddenly called him back, he grinned to himself and bashfully returned, thinking she had changed her mind and simply could not wait until tonight. He entered the bedroom to find her frowning over her cell phone, his grin faded somewhat.
“What’s the matter, darling?” he asked her when she didn’t talk to him for a while. Krista looked up from the article, debating whether it was relevant anymore to dredge this incident up after more than a month had passed by now. But it raised to her some alarming questions, she couldn’t just ignore the images sitting right there in front of her.
“These photographs,” she said quietly, choosing to ignore the video of their fight on the street outside the bar, “it looks as though you’re forcing that woman into your car, Gordon.”
“What?” Gordon ventured closer to the bed, “let me see.”
She handed him the phone and he looked at the images, then he sighed heavily.
“These pictures were taken minutes apart,” Gordon explained to Krista, “not in quick succession, she got in of her own accord.. Eventually.”
“So you did coax her?” Krista questioned him.
“Yeah,” Gordon handed her the phone with a guilty expression on his face, “yes I did and I’m sorry.”
“I know you are,” Krista said softly, touching his face, “don’t worry about it.”
Gordon tried to hug her but she resisted and pushed him back, leaving him puzzled and searching her eyes with his own.
“Go, or we’ll be late,” she insisted, knowing his routine would take up most of the morning. Gordon slowly pulled away, a ten second cuddle to reassure him that she wasn’t pissed all over again was hardly going to make a difference to their schedule today.
“Alright,” he spoke uncertainly, “I’ll see you at breakfast then.”
She nodded at him and he walked out of the bedroom, Krista set down her phone and forced herself not to go looking for more images and videos. She was furious that he would just go off and do such things in full view of the public eye, what was he thinking?!
She took some deep breaths, reminding herself he’d just been completely humiliated in front of a close friend and his judgement would have been compromised by his drinking, which was something she was still working on with him. It could be an idea to ask David about it, he’d suffered as a recovering alcoholic himself, he might easily have some very useful suggestions to help her deal with Gordon’s problem. She was tired of having that fight with him, he didn’t drink nearly as much as what he did when they had first met but when he started, he couldn’t seem to help himself and just kept going until he just didn’t realize what he was doing anymore. She wanted him to be able to enjoy a drink without it turning into a binge, he had a Chef’s discipline, surely this could be achieved.
She did feel badly for David though, he’d had to give it up completely, not even a mouthful or it’d set him off. It was like poison to him now, one relapse would see him lose the struggle for good and she had to hand it to both him and Iman for getting on top of it and finally kicking the habit altogether. It couldn’t have been easy, but if they could do it, so could she and Gordon. The only trouble was getting Gordon to admit he had a problem in the first instance, because he continued to insist that he had it completely under control. Krista didn’t mind if he got drunk at home, because his behavior whilst intoxicated was not violent or angry, but rather it enhanced his more outgoing, friendlier nature. She was thankful that he never did it in front of Savannah, usually waiting until she was asleep or over at family or friend’s houses before cracking open a bottle or a can.
She actually enjoyed the way he’d get all drowsy and cuddly, it slowed him down enough for her to be able to just spend some time with him, without him suddenly jumping up and needing to be active and doing something else. But it also made him highly open to suggestion, potentially leading him into a lot of trouble if he was with the wrong sort of company. He’d do something that he’d end up regretting the next day, though in the last year and a half he had improved quite dramatically, it still wasn’t enough. That much was made obvious to her by his failure to stay exclusively loyal to her, the way he seemed to really want to be. He had often expressed to her in so many different ways that he was utterly infatuated and smittenly in love with her to the point of falling to his knees and tripping over himself at the mere sight of her. Not literally of course, but still..
She found it adorable and admirable, who else but perhaps Iman could boast such utter, die hard devotion from their significant other? She had to give him the benefit of the doubt, if she was insecure herself, how could she possibly expect him to get over his fears?
Gordon started today off with a quick shower to wake himself up, then he went outside and swam a few lengths of the pool, worked up a sweat in his gym room and then took a cool shower to come out feeling refreshed and clean. He wandered downstairs to make a start on breakfast, while Krista and Justine got themselves and the little ones ready for the day. It wasn’t just another day though, today there was going to be a cooking competition and Gordon had been asked to help judge it. He wasn’t really keen on such things, but they mentioned it was for charity and he’d finally agreed. Krista was always so proud of him whenever he did something for a good cause, so he was hoping it’d help her to forget about those photos and still let him sleep with her tonight. He was really looking forward to it and now the whole promise was highly dubious, was she upset enough to push him away yet again?
Krista was quiet at the breakfast table, Savannah was giggling and sitting on Gordon’s knee and he was helping her to eat her breakfast. Justine smiled at him, finding the interaction sweet but Krista was busy feeding David while she ate slowly from her own plate, gazing distractedly downwards and thinking deeply. It was amazing to see how far the little girl had come, it was difficult to imagine she’d been emaciated at all to look at her now, she was the picture of health and Justine believed that Gordon should feel proud of this. So should Krista, who seemed to be down in the dumps - again. It was starting to annoy Justine, she tried to be supportive and understanding, but she could only stand so much negativity in a person until it drove her crazy. In the car, the tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife but Justine hadn’t a clue why.
The television cameras and photographers were out in swarms once they arrived, Gordon shielded his wife and children while they got inside and Justine shielded Gordon until security could get in close enough to keep the crowds at bay. Once the excitement had calmed down, Gordon was happy to sign autographs and pose for photos while they waited for the competition to begin. Luckily, the competition only went for two hours and there were only four competitors, two men and two women. Whoever made the dish that got Gordon’s approval after the two hours was up, would be the winner. While they were setting up the kitchens, interviews were conducted and questions were asked, such as who might win or which one would undercook the dish and make Gordon say his infamous line of ‘it’s raw!’
Bets were made on how long it’d take to hear Gordon swear, because even when he was behaving himself it sometimes slipped out. He tentatively allowed some cameras to approach him, refusing to answer anything that wasn’t related to this charity event and then he walked away when the subject of his infidelity cropped up. He was glad when the cooking finally started up, the kitchen was just a great place to be and Gordon watched and encouraged the competitors to make their dish the best it could be. Krista and Justine were seated inside along with everyone else, but at specially reserved tables in full view of the main areas where Gordon would be.
“I love how he reminds them to keep tasting their food,” Justine remarked, holding up Savannah so she could see her daddy over everyone’s heads, “he’s being so supportive!”
Krista forced a smile, but it looked exactly that - forced.
“What’s up with you?” Justine finally had to know, “I’m sorry if this sounds intrusive, but you’ve been mopey since forever ago, is there something I can do to help?”
Krista blinked back tears, she hadn’t meant to bring down the mood but she just felt so weak.
“I don’t know if I can take it anymore, Justine,” Krista said softly, “I have been patient and understanding and strong, but how much can one person take on before they break?”
Justine softened her expression and felt bad for the poor woman, but not too badly, she was married to Gordon Ramsay, so she wasn’t exactly as pitiful as she was making herself seem right now.
“He’s trying, Krista,” Justine reassured her, “and he is getting better every single day and you know why? Because of you. You saved his life, he will never forget that. Just you wait and see, it’s going to be alright. He’ll settle down, I promise you.”
Krista stared at her for a long time, then she looked over at Gordon, who was making everyone laugh by pointing out one of the competitor’s gas stoves wasn’t even on yet. She felt her stomach twist and her chest tighten, her breath came out shakily as she looked back at Justine and shook her head gently.
“I can’t do it anymore,” Krista sniffled.
“Krista no,” Justine tried.
“I'm sorry but.. I think I’m going to have to just leave him,” Krista said softly, “I just can’t handle it anymore, Justine. I need to think of myself and take care of me, too. It.. It’s killing me.. “
Justine clawed at the table in front of her as Savannah called out to Gordon and he blew her a kiss.
“If you leave,” Justine said gently but firmly, “you’ll be killing him.”
The most amusing thing to see during the competition, but only to those who watched closely enough to notice it, were the two women trying hard to flirt with Gordon. He was either far too in the zone to notice or he simply wasn’t receptive to their advances, after all, his wife and children were watching not far away from where they stood. This fact made their behavior all the more brazen, it was hard to tell what, if anything, these women were thinking. His presence in the kitchen was shattering a few nerves, but he kept his tone gentle and his criticism constructive. During a break, Gordon went into the toilets to splash some cold water onto his face and as he was dabbing at his face and forehead with a paper towel, the door behind him opened.
Expecting nothing more than just another guy enter, Gordon threw the paper into the little bin provided and turned, startling and stopping in his tracks when he came face to face with one of the competitors. Her name was Darlene and she wasn’t even supposed to be in here, was she?
“This is the men’s room,” Gordon told her firmly, “you’re going to get us both into trouble, come on.. Out with you.. “
“I just wanted to tell you something important,” Darlene replied, stopping him and pulling away when he tried to usher her out of there, “it’ll only take a second.”
Gordon waited impatiently, glancing at his wrist watch.
“If you let me win,” Darlene sidled up to him and he backed up until she had him against the wall, “I’ll be very, very grateful.. “
She winked at him, walking towards the door and lowering her gaze over his body, licking her lips and uttering a soft moan of desire before she slipped out and returned to the kitchen. Gordon slowly exhaled, shaking his head to clear away the lust she had instilled within him, he wasn’t going to fall for that. The competition ended with Gordon not being particularly wowed by Darlene’s dish, he opted instead for Kevin’s, because out of all four dishes, his was the most deserving to win. Darlene scowled at him, but he pretended not to notice, he was really quite good at that.
The excitement was over and when Gordon finally got his family back home where it was quiet and they could wind down, he wandered off into the kitchen to make lunch for everybody. Justine took Savannah off to wash up before seating her at the table, then she walked into the kitchen to see if Gordon was keen to talk to someone, since Krista was deliberately avoiding him as usual.
“That was a lot of fun, Gordon,” Justine encouraged him, “I’m really proud of you.”
Gordon beamed at her, his gaze hopeful.
“Was she watching?” he wondered, “was Krista watching, too?”
Justine tried not to wince and she nodded slowly.
“She was.. “ Justine said carefully.
“And?” Gordon prompted her, eyes sparkling with interest and curiosity, “did she look like she was having fun? Do you think she was proud, too?”
Justine wanted to reassure him, but she faltered due to the fact that she knew he hated it when someone lied to him. He always found out..
“It’s hard to say,” Justine avoided the question completely, “you’d have to ask her, baby. I was far too busy checking out your-.. “
Gordon glanced up, Krista had entered the kitchen so Justine had fallen silent with a skip of her heartbeat.
“Darling, we were just talking about you,” Gordon smiled at her, oblivious, “what did you think of it all?”
“It was okay,” Krista replied quietly, taking a bottle of water from the fridge, “can we talk later?”
“Alright,” Gordon looked confused and Krista left quickly, he looked to Justine for answers but she couldn’t get involved and just avoided looking back at him.
“Has she gone?” Gordon asked her suddenly. Justine glanced up, surely he wasn’t thinking of trying something right now? What if she came back?
“I um, I think so, why?” Justine responded warily. Gordon drew closer and showed Justine a little velvet box, he opened it up and there was a gorgeous locket inside.
“Oh, she’ll love it!” Justine beamed happily, forgetting for a moment that Krista was about to dump him, “what’s the occasion?”
“I’ve been a real pain in the rear end for a while now,” Gordon admitted, “I’ve booked us a cabin for a few days out at our favorite spot, just the two of us. I can’t wait to surprise her!”
He snapped the box shut and Justine had to adore the excitement lit up in his whole face, he lived for that woman, he truly did and what on Earth would he do without her?
“Oh, Gordon,” Justine sighed sadly, but what could she do? It wasn't her place to interfere..
Justine hoped that Krista wasn’t going to tell Gordon during the trip to the Catskills he’d had planned for them to get away from it all, what a horrible thing to do in such an amazingly tranquil place. In fact, what a horrible thing to do in any location..
After lunch was over, Krista sat and watched Gordon play on the living room floor with Savannah. He had her giggling so much she got hiccups, then he pulled her onto his chest and just lay there to catch his breath and Savannah got comfortable and fell asleep on him. Justine took it upon herself when she noticed, to put Savannah upstairs to bed. Then she took little David to give Krista a break, not to mention some alone time with Gordon. She figured that if Krista was going to leave him, it was best done here where Justine could try to console him. Little did she realize just how difficult that could be, it was only for Krista’s sheer determination and strength that Gordon was finally able to pick himself up off the floor in the first place. Gordon looked at Krista as she sat on the sofa, he was still laying on the floor on his back and she was gazing down at him now.
“Come here,” Gordon smiled at her playfully and Krista wrinkled her nose with a grin but stayed put.
“No,” she said firmly.
“C’mere, please?” Gordon toned his voice down, his smile fading. Krista never could resist that low level of baritone from him and she got down off the sofa, climbing up onto Gordon and straddling him. He pulled her down to lay over him, seeking his lips to meet with hers and she hesitantly opened her mouth to welcome his tongue inside. Gordon moaned and kissed with her heatedly, his hands on her rear and squeezing it firmly. Nothing endeared a male to a female more than seeing him being a good father to his children, so as Krista looked down into his eyes after pulling away for a moment, she had to really think hard about what she wanted to do. She sat back and he sat up, embracing her and she let him hold her as tightly as he wanted, relaxing into the gesture with a sigh.
“Gordon, we need to talk,” Krista said gently.
“Mmm,” Gordon expressed bliss at finally being allowed to just hold her close, “about the article?”
“About.. us,” Krista spoke tentatively, but she felt him tense up anyway as he lifted his head from her shoulder.
“Uh oh,” Gordon looked at her serious expression and didn’t like where this could potentially be going, “is it honestly that bad, darling?”
Krista hesitated, was it?
“Baby, I’ve been so patient with you,” she explained to him, “I have had to be so strong and it’s starting to weigh too heavily on me.”
Gordon didn’t interrupt her, he wasn’t that sort of person and so Krista knew she could take her time and think it through without him butting in before she could finish.
“The things I have seen us through,” Krista went on, rubbing his chest through his shirt because his big, blue eyes were glittered with unshed tears, “nobody else would have had the patience nor the strength to go on.”
Gordon swallowed a lump in his throat, he wanted her to stop there and he needed to be reassured that this was not going to end up with her and his babies walking out the door.
“Your job is highly stressful,” Krista said to him after the moment’s pause, “making mine twice as stressful because not only am I tired at the end of a long day, but then when I’m about to wind down and relax, you come home in one of your moods.”
All valid points, he didn’t see a point to try and argue, so he remained silent.
“I listen to your ranting, I argue back with mine and it all reaches a crescendo,” Krista continued, “nobody could possibly deal with this day in and day out, Gordon.”
She touched his face, she knew he was already guessing the worst and it made her feel heartbroken herself. It was time to put him out of his misery.
“There comes a time when people say ‘enough is enough’,” she told him straight out, “this would be that point right now, Gordon.”
He slowly shook his head, but pursed his lips tightly. She leaned in and kissed his cheek, he was still refusing to interrupt her despite his obvious distress.
“Which is why I’m very glad,” Krista softened her tone now, “that I found you when I did.”
His eyes flicked up to meet with hers and she smiled reassuringly at him.
“Nobody in the world could put up with you the way I can,” Krista wiped the stray tear from his cheek as it slid down from his left eye.
He laughed, relief filled every part of him as he almost crushed her to his chest. Perhaps she had been on the verge of giving up, but then she’d had a second think about it. Give up? After everything they had survived thus far? Insanity at it’s finest for sure, but she did need to air her feelings so that he could be aware of them. No more holding back, he just got confused, it was better to just be direct with him and from now on, that’s just what she planned to do. He suddenly stood up, carrying her in his arms.
“Gordon!” Krista grasped hold of him and screamed, but giggling and kicking her legs, “put me down! Gordon!”
She squealed and laughed, trying to get free but she was nearly six feet in the air and it made her stomach do flip flops and she held onto him tighter as she realized he was headed for the bedroom.
“Ohh.. Gordon.. “ Krista moaned, it had been so long..
Gordon used his hip to close the door, carrying Krista over to their bed and falling onto it with her. She hooked her leg around his waist, making out with him passionately and enjoying his soft moans into her mouth. His hand slid up under her blouse and over her ribs, pushed in underneath the bra and gave one of her breasts a firm squeeze.
“Mmm,” Krista moaned and arched into his touch, she had sorely missed this..
“Oohh, baby,” Krista moaned again, as his kisses trailed down to her neck, languid and slow, “oh god, baby!”
“Mmm,” his responding moan was deep and sent thrills into her lower regions, making her breathe heavily.
“Ah, oohh, baby!” Krista called to him, gasping when he shoved up her blouse and bra to take a breast into his mouth, “ohhh, oh god, Gordon!”
Squeezing and massaging one breast, suckling the other and moving his head in a gentle, circular motion to further tease, Gordon hummed deeply and kept her pinned underneath him. She could feel his impressive length hardening and pressing erect into her thigh, which she raised to press harder into his crotch and elicited a deeper, rumbling moan from him. Gordon thrust his hips to rub himself against her thigh, she moved it firmly in time and they were both very vocal by now. So much so, that they didn’t hear something pressing against their bedroom door as Justine knelt down to gaze in at them through the keyhole. She whimpered softly, reaching down into her panties and touching herself while she watched them going at it. Bringing her phone up to eye level, Justine tried to keep her hand steady while she recorded them.
Krista reached between them to quickly unbutton Gordon’s shirt, discarding it onto the floor once he’d obliged to get his arms free of the sleeves. She got her hands full of his muscular chest and thumbed his nipples, stirring a more feminine moan from him as she exploited his super sensitive sweet spot just there. Krista groaned louder in response, hearing that high pitched, almost girly moan coming from Gordon Ramsay was a huge turn on for her and she needed him deep inside of her right now.. He pushed her blouse and bra up over her head, falling upon her breasts now unguarded, like a hungry tiger to it’s prey.
“Uhh, fuck! Gordon!” Krista cried out in pleasure. Both of his hands now squeezed and massaged her silken mounds firmly, his lips trailing soft kisses down along the valley between her breasts and his own thumbs circling her now protruding nipples.
“Ohh, oh.. babbbyyy!” Krista writhed and gasped, panting as he kissed softly over her stomach, leaving moist wetness over her ticklish and sensitive flesh, “huhh, Gordon! Please! Ohh, please baby, please! Yess! Oh, oh yes!”
He was taking down her leggings now, kissing at her thighs and breathing deeply through his nose to take in her highly aroused scent.
“Mmmm,” Gordon hummed, Krista’s hands now running through his hair and tugging at it firmly, “ohh.. “
He lowered his head some more, she felt him push her knees up and she relaxed her thighs, head thrown back while he passionately started making out with her right between her legs. Krista’s vocals became more desperate and demanding, her hips began to buck wildly until he grasped them and held her still. She panted and gasped, moaning uncontrollably, her juices streaming down over his chin as his tongue violated her in every way that she couldn’t take it a minute longer.
“GORDON!” Krista felt her body jolt into orgasm, a powerful one that made her see nothing a blinding, white light before her eyes for several moments. Her facial expression was stunned, shocked and written all over with sheer heavenly bliss and euphoria. He continued licking and suckling until she was able to breathe again, feeling her gently push at his head so he raised it to look into her eyes. She was heatedly glazed over staring at him through half closed eyes, breathless and needy. He climbed up over her and positioned himself, wasting no time to guide his hard, throbbing cock into her waiting, slickened entrance. He pushed in with a deep, heavy groan and Krista whimpered at his size despite being slick and open, ready to receive him now.
“Ohh baby, fuck me so hard, please!” Krista wailed, desperate to have him release his powerful load inside of her and to see his face as it contorted into one of it’s own display of powerful climax. Gordon kept one hand on the small of her back, the other he placed around her throat and held it tightly. Krista grew wide eyed but trusted him, Gordon uttered a groan and favored power over speed, fucking her hard and slow until she was shaking and trembling underneath him, begging him for her second release. He wasn’t listening and kept fucking her slowly, his powerful thrusts sending her head into a spin and her body into sexual pleasure overdrive.
Finally, she could take it no longer and surged up to pin him underneath her. His shocked expression gave her fuel and she began to forcefully grind herself into him, he threw back his head and groaned loudly and deeply. She had him now, helpless in the throes of ecstasy he’d started himself and now she was finishing it. He writhed and arched under her, but she kept him down with both hands on his muscular biceps and her mouth lowering now to alternatively lick and suck at his pert, sensitive nipples. Within seconds he was gasping and seemingly fighting to stay in control, Krista started to really hear their fucking as she got wetter and wetter, the slick slapping sound of their bodies thrusting together filling the room amidst their groans and mewls. Reaching their crescendo, Krista just about squealed her release as her voice mingled with Gordon’s mighty roar of a release, neither of them able to hold back for even a moment.
Sweating, shaking and legs twitching, they rode out their highs and remained nestled into one another’s arms, both of them slumping into the bed and breathlessly holding one another closer than they ever had before. There were no doubts between them in that moment and in the moments that followed, theirs was a bond that simply couldn’t be broken and it was one hell of a prize worth fighting to hold onto.
Switching off her phone, Justine crept away from the door and hurried back into her bedroom. Closing the door, she sat the phone on the pillow beside her and played back the video, using a vibrator on herself and wearing a gag to help stem the loud moans as she arched and bucked, slippery and wet before she had even started. Oblivious, Krista and Gordon lay on their bed in one another’s arms. There really was no better feeling, not for either of them and Gordon eventually slipped off to take a shower while Krista napped before dinnertime. After his shower he felt much better and just as he was passing by Justine’s door, he heard her screaming. Without stopping to ask if she was alright, Gordon just walked into her bedroom with his heart racing, was there an intruder? A spider? Had she hurt herself?
“Justine?” Gordon looked around, his eyes falling upon her as she lay spread eagled on the bed with a large vibrator buzzing away, slick and shining with her recent climax.
“Ohh,” Justine moaned, still dazed and barely registering her own presence let alone Gordon’s. He left the room and closed the door quietly, the video had ended already and the phone was now just a black screen, so he didn’t see it. Wandering back downstairs, Gordon took up his keys and headed out in his ferrari to grab something special to cook up a storm for dinner tonight. He felt like treating his family, wanting to do something nice for them after such a turbulent few weeks.
*
Things settled down after that, despite Gordon continuing to see Justine when it was safe to do so. The retreat to the Catskills was just what the two needed, romance blossomed and love was cemented back into place. By the time Savannah started her first day of school and little David was toddling around, everything was as it should be and the scandals were long forgotten, left for social media fans to argue and fight about long after the press had opted to let sleeping dogs lie.
One evening, Krista and Justine were just waiting for Gordon to get home, watching the television while the little ones played quietly together on the floor.
“I really like being here for you guys,” Justine ventured carefully, “it’s such a dream come true.”
“I’m so glad you feel that way,” Krista smiled, “to be honest, I couldn’t have asked for a better nanny, but you’re more than that by now, Justine. We’re so close to you, you belong here.”
Justine was really pleased to hear that and she decided to inch a little more to what she really wanted to say.
“I um.. I really like Gordon, too,” she said softly. Krista looked at her curiously for a while, trying to decipher what she was alluding to.
“Justine?” Krista wondered, “what do you mean by that?”
“Just that,” Justine replied gently, “I really like him.. “
Krista nibbled her bottom lip, putting down her glass of wine, perhaps she’d had too much tonight but she started to get the idea.
“So, what do you want to do about it?” Krista asked. Justine shrugged, she honestly didn’t know and she actually had expected Krista to go off her head by now.
“Why don’t we get the children to bed,” Krista suggested, “then we’ll talk about it some more.”
“Alright,” Justine nodded and they stood up, taking one child each and eventually putting them down to bed. Afterwards, they sat in the living room together and Krista started them off.
“He’s hot, huh?” Krista grinned wickedly.
“Um, well, yeah,” Justine replied with a slowly forming smile and a red blush to her cheeks, “doesn’t it bother you that I’ve got a thing for him?”
“Just about everyone does,” Krista said with a sigh, perhaps not everyone but a lot of people certainly had their eye on him, “you wanna do something really wild?”
Justine leaned forwards, very curious as to what Krista was talking about.
“What’s on your mind?” Justine wondered.
“I think that when Gordon gets home tonight,” Krista lowered her voice, “we should give him a really hot welcome.”
“What are you suggesting?” Justine looked confused, “we cook something?”
“No,” Krista reached over and tucked some of Justine’s hair behind her ear. Justine suddenly caught on, Krista was proposing a threesome..
“So?” Krista urged her to respond after a few stunned moments had passed, “what do you think?”
She leaned in closer, trailing her hand down over Justine’s neck towards her breasts.
“I think it could be fun,” Justine felt eager to finally be able to be with Gordon without having to hide but, how long would it last?
"I can't wait 'til he gets home," Krista giggled, standing up, "come on, let's start without him and really surprise him!"
Justine stood up and followed her to the bedroom, but would Gordon appreciate this tipsy endeavour?
*
When Gordon arrived home, he took off his shoes and jacket, tossed his keys onto the coffee table and looked around.
“Darling?” he called. It was dark and silent, but he could see the bedroom light was on, so Krista was obviously still up and probably reading a book or something. He took off his socks and put them into the hamper, then went off to take a shower. He walked out, drying his hair with one towel and the other wrapped around his waist.
“Sorry I’m late,” he said quickly, as he wandered blindly into the bedroom, “I got held up in-.. “ He finished drying his hair and looked to see Krista, but she wasn’t wearing anything and she most certainly wasn’t alone. Krista looked at him with burning cheeks, unsure how his reaction would go.
“What is going on?” Gordon asked her, looking at Justine, who was also completely nude.
“We were just drinking-I mean thinking,” Justine stumbled over her words and Krista started giggling, “that you might enjoy to have us both tonight.”
“You’re both drunk!” Gordon accused them, trying not to smile at his wife because he thought she was just so adorable when she giggled.
“Only just a weensy little bit,” Krista reassured him.
“Oh right, yes that makes a hell of a bloody difference, doesn’t it?” Gordon scolded her.
“Oh come on baby,” Krista pleaded with him, “if you don’t join us, we’re going to feel really silly sitting here waiting for you.”
“Oh yeah?” Gordon raised a brow, “looks to me like you’ve already started, darling.”
Krista and Justine were shiny all over with scented body oils and Gordon would be lying if he said it wasn’t making him painfully hard.
“Gordon, it’s fine, really,” Krista cooed at him, “come here, baby.. We’re not that drunk, honest.”
Gordon walked around to Krista’s side of the bed, wary about approaching Justine right now, he didn’t know what was going on, was he dreaming?
“Are you drunk enough to be regretting this tomorrow?” Gordon wondered, sitting down on the edge of the bed next to her.
“Nah,” Krista encouraged him to lean in and kiss with her, which he did, following her as she leaned back into the pillows. Justine tugged at Gordon’s towel and it fell away from him, she moaned at the sight of his body and sat closer to them both, not wanting to be left out. Gordon and Krista really started to get heated and into it, making out and running their hands over one another’s body. Justine began to introduce herself into the mix, by first running her hands over Gordon’s back and then down to his ass. Krista shifted and they all sat back, there needed to be a better position for them all to be in.
“Krista, lay down over the bed with your feet on the floor,” Justine instructed. Krista grinned and did as she was told, Gordon watched curiously, wondering what she was planning on. Justine stood over Krista on the bed, her feet on either side of Krista’s body. She bent over, placing her hands on Krista’s shoulders to keep her balance. Leaning down, she began making out with her and Gordon was left to figure out the rest of the puzzle. He stood up on the floor and watched them for a moment, Justine and Krista wriggled their asses and he clued in, approaching them now a little more confidently.
“Ohh, oh my god!” Justine moaned against Krista’s lips, as she felt Gordon starting to tongue and suckle at her slick folds and nub. Krista gasped and moaned, feeling his cock driving into her seconds later.
They resembled a triangle but it worked for them and nobody was being left out now. Gordon couldn’t help but groan as he forgot about the sheer madness of it all and just went along with it, he’d had a pretty good day except for when he got stuck in traffic on the way home and now he was fucking his wife and eating out his mistress while they made out together, their moans reaching his ears and spurring him on. Justine was the loudest, almost screaming into Krista’s mouth as she felt Gordon’s expert tongue driving her over the edge so quickly. Krista was panting and kissing back sloppily as her eyes closed tightly, Gordon was so well endowed that he could even tent his baggiest pair of pants when he got aroused enough.
“Ah! Aah! OH GOD!” Justine threw back her head, jolting into climax as Gordon hummed and pressed his mouth firmly between her legs to ensure she rode out her orgasm at maximum pleasure. Justine then collapsed beside Krista on the bed, who fell upon her breasts, massaging and licking them while Gordon watched and continued fucking her.
“Babyyyy!” Krista moaned long and loud, Justine’s hands running through her hair as she suddenly came, clenching around him tightly. Gordon swore repeatedly, finally losing himself into a white-out that blinded him momentarily, the heights of bliss overwhelming him as he filled Krista with his shooting load of love and lust.
Gordon slowly pulled out, standing back and leaning on the dresser for support. Justine and Krista flopped down onto the bed, panting and perspiring. Krista looked over at Gordon, was he going to be upset with her now that the moment of heated desire and lust was over? Justine felt good, really good and she let her gaze trail down over his body, sucking in her bottom lip as she reached his manhood and giggled. He still sported a semi, clearly aroused by the two nude women in his bed.
“Gordon?” Krista ventured.
He looked at her and ran his fingers through his hair, an expression of post sex dreamy haze told her he wasn’t really listening just yet. She leaned over and grabbed his arm gently, pulling him down onto the bed firmly so he could lay there and come down from the heights of climax more comfortably. She took some moist tissues and wiped them over his cock, then she leaned down and tongued the tip whilst grasping the shaft in her hand. Gordon moaned and half sat up, watching her lick the slit and suckle the head. Justine shifted over and she lowered her head down, licking the base of his cock and along the shaft as Krista continued to suckle the head into her mouth.
“Fuck,” Gordon swore breathlessly, eyes half closed and dreamy, watching them intently. As they licked and suckled his entire length, their hands gently cupped and kneaded his sensitive weights until he lay back down and moaned, his hands in their hair and clutching tightly.
“Fucking suck!” he growled, craning his neck, eyes rolling upwards and vanishing behind half closed lids, “yesss!”
Krista and Justine winced at how tightly he was grasping their hair, Krista moaned and his hips bucked in response. Justine teased her tongue around the head, pulling it into her mouth and bobbing her head to suck him properly, Krista still licking and suckling the base of his length. He parted his thighs for better access, Justine suckled his tip and slowly pulled her mouth away, then she licked her lips and hummed softly. She could taste precum in her mouth, he was close.. Gordon felt his cock throbbing, red and raging, eager to release his monster load. Their tonguing and suckling became more and more languid, relaxing him and prolonging his release. Gordon groped and grasped a stray leg, cupping it behind the knee and pulling it to have Justine straddling his face. She was still suckling and licking his cock, now laying over his torso while he delved his tongue into her a second time.
She moaned, her voice muffled by the thick cock in her mouth and Krista reached down between her legs, locating her slick nub with her fingers and teasing herself soaking wet, hips bucking ravenously. Unbridled moans, mewls and whimpers filled the room, gasps and breathless panting aroused and seduced them, the heady aroma of sex overwhelmed their senses and the sounds of lips smacking and mouths sucking, kisses onto wet flesh and grunts of pleasure all grew louder until each of them hit their crescendo and they fell about the bed, writhing, making out and then collapsing to fall asleep in one another’s arms. Gordon in the middle, Justine spooning him from behind and Krista curled up, nestled within his big, strong arms.
*
The next morning, Justine woke up first and got off the bed, padding down the hallway to take a shower, get the little ones up and start breakfast for everyone. Krista woke next, her fluttering eyes meeting with Gordon’s soft, blue stare. She blushed furiously, remembering what had happened last night and waiting for his response to it all.
“Hey,” she greeted him when he failed to speak for a time.
“Good Morning,” he responded sleepily, his voice cracking his state of early morning half wakefulness.
She smiled at him, touching his face with her fingertips and he pulled them into his mouth, eyes closing and a deep hum escaping him, muffled as his tongue washed over her fingers one by one. Krista gazed at him, eyes wide and a whimper, soft as you like, suddenly whined from her parted lips. Gordon slowly withdrew, a thin trail of saliva bridging her fingertips to his mouth broke as he parted from her. He rolled away and she collapsed into her pillows, heated and breathing unevenly. Gordon took up his clothes and went for his shower next, taking his time to ensure that he was clean and that when he rubbed his body with his hands, it squeaked. Satisfied with this, he got out, dried and dressed before spending half an hour doing his hair. Then he wandered downstairs to breakfast, while Krista took a quick shower and joined everyone for the morning meal. They ate in silence for a while, Justine felt awkward and Krista was watching Gordon browse the newspaper.
“So,” Krista finally broke the silence, forcing her polite husband to look at her while she spoke, his sheepish expression gave away how he was feeling about the whole situation, “what happens now?”
“Nothing,” Gordon responded quickly and firmly. Krista looked at Justine, who shrugged hopelessly and then she looked back to Gordon.
“What do you mean, nothing?” Krista asked him, “after last night, how can things just go back to being as they were?”
“Well then what do you suggest happens?” Gordon set down the paper to focus on the conversation, “uh?”
“Well clearly there’s more to the three of us than just a working relationship, Gordon,” Krista argued, “we can’t ignore that and expect Justine to simply carry on like nothing happened.”
“So fire her,” Gordon stated simply. Justine’s brows shot up and she dropped her jaw, but Krista scooted closer to her husband so that he would listen better, or so she hoped anyway.
“Babe, this doesn’t need to go any further,” she told him, “it’s just between the three of us, nobody else needs to know. It doesn’t have to go public, darling. We can be discreet, what do you say?”
Gordon flicked his gaze over to Justine, then back at Krista.
“Fine,” he sighed, to which Krista beamed, “so long as the pair of you don’t elope without me.”
“Aw, we would never do that,” Krista stroked his cheek happily, kissing it soon after, “you’re such a good man, Gordon. Thank you.”
He sat back as she moved away from him, turning his gaze over to Justine once more.
“I guess she won’t be so lonely anymore when you go away,” Justine smiled at him, a little nervous still, this was quite sudden and she was excited but cautious, she did not wish to come between them at all.
“Yeah,” Gordon grinned at her amusedly, easing her tension at once, “just don’t wear her out, uh?”
“I promise,” Justine giggled at him, “there’ll be plenty of energy left for you when you get back.”
Krista was thrilled that Gordon wasn’t as furious as she thought he might be this morning, he even seemed eager to the suggestion and indeed Gordon was quickly warming to the idea. It would ensure that Krista would not go looking for male company while he was away, not that he believed she would but it certainly eased those fears somewhat. Now that the air had been cleared between them, the three adults were quite comfortable displaying affection to one another without trying to hide it. They kept the relationship private, as far as the public were aware, Justine was simply the caretaker for the children and nothing more. Though some had their suspicions, they could only fantasize about it without any actual proof.
And when Justine became pregnant and gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl, she simply claimed a failed relationship with an unnamed ex-partner and the fuss settled down quite quickly. It really was quite the uplifting feeling for Gordon, to wake up each day with a house full of noise, children, family.. How far he’d come from puking his guts up into the gutter, but one thing remained ever certain in his mind from leaving those days behind and that was, no matter how hard things might get in the future, he would never, ever look down again.
****
= THE END=
***
At home, Gordon was like a really big child. If he wasn’t chasing Savannah around or giving her rides on his back while he crawled on all fours, he found other ways to keep himself amused. One time, he couldn’t be bothered taking his motorbike around the house and through the side gate, so instead, he’d ridden it inside and did a few laps around the kitchen just for a laugh before taking it out for a quick trip down to the markets before they closed. Then he came home and spent ten minutes chasing Krista around the sofa, trying to kiss her with the mouth of a large striped bass he’d brought home to cook up for dinner that night.
Of course, there were other, more touching moments that Krista would treasure forever and she didn’t need to photograph them or talk about them to the papers. She kept them in her heart and treasured them dearly, such as the time when Savannah got very sick and Gordon hadn’t left her side until he was convinced she was all better. Krista had woken one night to find Gordon missing and, fearing the worst, she went directly to Savannah’s nursery, only to find him sleeping by her bed, propped up against the wall. Often she felt terrible when she recalled some of these memories, because they were during her hectic period of postnatal depression. One such memory that saddened her, was when she was feeling fed up because Gordon was constantly under her feet and getting in the way. In hindsight however, he’d been nothing but helpful; drawing her a bath, bringing meals to her wherever she happened to be sitting instead of calling her to the table and finally, asking her if she needed anything every twenty minutes or so. She had just about foamed at the mouth when she’d snapped at him that day, she had even hurled a chair at him and it broke as he turned and it struck his side. That very night he warily offered her a foot and leg massage and she’d accepted, but without thanking him, despite the relieved pressure in her legs and feet that she’d felt afterwards.
Waking in the wee hours of the morning and finding him sitting up with Savannah as she might have had a nightmare, or cuddling a fussy baby David back to sleep so he didn’t wake her, Krista felt that she was indeed quite the lucky lady. She had a few friends who did nothing but complain about how their partners did nothing to help out around the house, inviting friends over and leaving their mess everywhere. Gordon would never consider doing this, he couldn’t. He’d be cleaning up the moment everyone was gone, even before Krista had a chance to pick up the vacuum cleaner. She loved that he was so considerate, his habits of keeping his kitchen clean clearly extended to other areas of his life and she was grateful for this.
Krista heard a very faint, very soft snore and she shifted carefully away from Gordon, realizing he had fallen asleep while she had been deep in thought. She glanced over at the clock, it was nearly 6.30am.
“Babe,” she nudged him and he gave a start and a mumble, “babe, wake up.. “
“The fucking.. pan’s on fire.. ” he muttered softly, rolling over and sighing as he drifted off again. Krista couldn’t help but smile, albeit a little sadly, wishing he could just sleep as deeply and as contentedly as he had last night, all the time.
“Gordon!” she spoke more firmly, shaking him a little.
“Hnh?” Gordon finally opened his eyes and turned to look back at her.
“Time to get up,” Krista smiled warmly at him. He paused for a moment and then relaxed, smiling back at her.
“Mmm, I’ve been up for hours, darling,” he said sleepily, his expression mischievous. Krista cuddled up with him, it had been a while and she was missing the feel of his body pressed against her own in the act of making love.
“Tonight,” she whispered quietly, “you know what today is, right?”
“Yeah,” Gordon replied, with great reluctance, “I haven’t forgotten.”
She looked up into his eyes and ventured to kiss him, Gordon was instantly receptive and they made out slowly and passionately for several long moments. She had to push gently on his chest to encourage him to pull back, because he was really getting into it, moaning into her mouth and she almost could not tear herself away from him. He groaned in protest and tried to kiss her again, but Krista giggled and placed her hand over his mouth.
“Oh come on babe,” Krista said firmly, “please don’t make this any harder, we’ve got to get up and get ready.”
Gordon exhaled loudly and flopped back down into the pillows, feigning exhaustion.
“Oh no you don’t,” Krista poked his ribs to make him jump, “I’m not doing this by myself, get up and go take a shower mister!”
He giggled when she poked him, a sound he only ever made in front of her or sometimes David and Iman, but never in front of anyone else.
“Okay!” he squirmed and got out of bed, “okay, I’m up.. “
She smiled as he wandered out of the bedroom to take a shower, shaking her head and feeling very affectionate towards him. It was a nice feeling to have back again, but as she took up her phone to check today’s weather and news, a couple of leaked photographs suddenly caught her attention..
“Um.. Gordon..?” Krista called distractedly, clicking on the link to read the article..
Gordon was already halfway to the bathroom when Krista suddenly called him back, he grinned to himself and bashfully returned, thinking she had changed her mind and simply could not wait until tonight. He entered the bedroom to find her frowning over her cell phone, his grin faded somewhat.
“What’s the matter, darling?” he asked her when she didn’t talk to him for a while. Krista looked up from the article, debating whether it was relevant anymore to dredge this incident up after more than a month had passed by now. But it raised to her some alarming questions, she couldn’t just ignore the images sitting right there in front of her.
“These photographs,” she said quietly, choosing to ignore the video of their fight on the street outside the bar, “it looks as though you’re forcing that woman into your car, Gordon.”
“What?” Gordon ventured closer to the bed, “let me see.”
She handed him the phone and he looked at the images, then he sighed heavily.
“These pictures were taken minutes apart,” Gordon explained to Krista, “not in quick succession, she got in of her own accord.. Eventually.”
“So you did coax her?” Krista questioned him.
“Yeah,” Gordon handed her the phone with a guilty expression on his face, “yes I did and I’m sorry.”
“I know you are,” Krista said softly, touching his face, “don’t worry about it.”
Gordon tried to hug her but she resisted and pushed him back, leaving him puzzled and searching her eyes with his own.
“Go, or we’ll be late,” she insisted, knowing his routine would take up most of the morning. Gordon slowly pulled away, a ten second cuddle to reassure him that she wasn’t pissed all over again was hardly going to make a difference to their schedule today.
“Alright,” he spoke uncertainly, “I’ll see you at breakfast then.”
She nodded at him and he walked out of the bedroom, Krista set down her phone and forced herself not to go looking for more images and videos. She was furious that he would just go off and do such things in full view of the public eye, what was he thinking?!
She took some deep breaths, reminding herself he’d just been completely humiliated in front of a close friend and his judgement would have been compromised by his drinking, which was something she was still working on with him. It could be an idea to ask David about it, he’d suffered as a recovering alcoholic himself, he might easily have some very useful suggestions to help her deal with Gordon’s problem. She was tired of having that fight with him, he didn’t drink nearly as much as what he did when they had first met but when he started, he couldn’t seem to help himself and just kept going until he just didn’t realize what he was doing anymore. She wanted him to be able to enjoy a drink without it turning into a binge, he had a Chef’s discipline, surely this could be achieved.
She did feel badly for David though, he’d had to give it up completely, not even a mouthful or it’d set him off. It was like poison to him now, one relapse would see him lose the struggle for good and she had to hand it to both him and Iman for getting on top of it and finally kicking the habit altogether. It couldn’t have been easy, but if they could do it, so could she and Gordon. The only trouble was getting Gordon to admit he had a problem in the first instance, because he continued to insist that he had it completely under control. Krista didn’t mind if he got drunk at home, because his behavior whilst intoxicated was not violent or angry, but rather it enhanced his more outgoing, friendlier nature. She was thankful that he never did it in front of Savannah, usually waiting until she was asleep or over at family or friend’s houses before cracking open a bottle or a can.
She actually enjoyed the way he’d get all drowsy and cuddly, it slowed him down enough for her to be able to just spend some time with him, without him suddenly jumping up and needing to be active and doing something else. But it also made him highly open to suggestion, potentially leading him into a lot of trouble if he was with the wrong sort of company. He’d do something that he’d end up regretting the next day, though in the last year and a half he had improved quite dramatically, it still wasn’t enough. That much was made obvious to her by his failure to stay exclusively loyal to her, the way he seemed to really want to be. He had often expressed to her in so many different ways that he was utterly infatuated and smittenly in love with her to the point of falling to his knees and tripping over himself at the mere sight of her. Not literally of course, but still..
She found it adorable and admirable, who else but perhaps Iman could boast such utter, die hard devotion from their significant other? She had to give him the benefit of the doubt, if she was insecure herself, how could she possibly expect him to get over his fears?
Gordon started today off with a quick shower to wake himself up, then he went outside and swam a few lengths of the pool, worked up a sweat in his gym room and then took a cool shower to come out feeling refreshed and clean. He wandered downstairs to make a start on breakfast, while Krista and Justine got themselves and the little ones ready for the day. It wasn’t just another day though, today there was going to be a cooking competition and Gordon had been asked to help judge it. He wasn’t really keen on such things, but they mentioned it was for charity and he’d finally agreed. Krista was always so proud of him whenever he did something for a good cause, so he was hoping it’d help her to forget about those photos and still let him sleep with her tonight. He was really looking forward to it and now the whole promise was highly dubious, was she upset enough to push him away yet again?
Krista was quiet at the breakfast table, Savannah was giggling and sitting on Gordon’s knee and he was helping her to eat her breakfast. Justine smiled at him, finding the interaction sweet but Krista was busy feeding David while she ate slowly from her own plate, gazing distractedly downwards and thinking deeply. It was amazing to see how far the little girl had come, it was difficult to imagine she’d been emaciated at all to look at her now, she was the picture of health and Justine believed that Gordon should feel proud of this. So should Krista, who seemed to be down in the dumps - again. It was starting to annoy Justine, she tried to be supportive and understanding, but she could only stand so much negativity in a person until it drove her crazy. In the car, the tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife but Justine hadn’t a clue why.
The television cameras and photographers were out in swarms once they arrived, Gordon shielded his wife and children while they got inside and Justine shielded Gordon until security could get in close enough to keep the crowds at bay. Once the excitement had calmed down, Gordon was happy to sign autographs and pose for photos while they waited for the competition to begin. Luckily, the competition only went for two hours and there were only four competitors, two men and two women. Whoever made the dish that got Gordon’s approval after the two hours was up, would be the winner. While they were setting up the kitchens, interviews were conducted and questions were asked, such as who might win or which one would undercook the dish and make Gordon say his infamous line of ‘it’s raw!’
Bets were made on how long it’d take to hear Gordon swear, because even when he was behaving himself it sometimes slipped out. He tentatively allowed some cameras to approach him, refusing to answer anything that wasn’t related to this charity event and then he walked away when the subject of his infidelity cropped up. He was glad when the cooking finally started up, the kitchen was just a great place to be and Gordon watched and encouraged the competitors to make their dish the best it could be. Krista and Justine were seated inside along with everyone else, but at specially reserved tables in full view of the main areas where Gordon would be.
“I love how he reminds them to keep tasting their food,” Justine remarked, holding up Savannah so she could see her daddy over everyone’s heads, “he’s being so supportive!”
Krista forced a smile, but it looked exactly that - forced.
“What’s up with you?” Justine finally had to know, “I’m sorry if this sounds intrusive, but you’ve been mopey since forever ago, is there something I can do to help?”
Krista blinked back tears, she hadn’t meant to bring down the mood but she just felt so weak.
“I don’t know if I can take it anymore, Justine,” Krista said softly, “I have been patient and understanding and strong, but how much can one person take on before they break?”
Justine softened her expression and felt bad for the poor woman, but not too badly, she was married to Gordon Ramsay, so she wasn’t exactly as pitiful as she was making herself seem right now.
“He’s trying, Krista,” Justine reassured her, “and he is getting better every single day and you know why? Because of you. You saved his life, he will never forget that. Just you wait and see, it’s going to be alright. He’ll settle down, I promise you.”
Krista stared at her for a long time, then she looked over at Gordon, who was making everyone laugh by pointing out one of the competitor’s gas stoves wasn’t even on yet. She felt her stomach twist and her chest tighten, her breath came out shakily as she looked back at Justine and shook her head gently.
“I can’t do it anymore,” Krista sniffled.
“Krista no,” Justine tried.
“I'm sorry but.. I think I’m going to have to just leave him,” Krista said softly, “I just can’t handle it anymore, Justine. I need to think of myself and take care of me, too. It.. It’s killing me.. “
Justine clawed at the table in front of her as Savannah called out to Gordon and he blew her a kiss.
“If you leave,” Justine said gently but firmly, “you’ll be killing him.”
The most amusing thing to see during the competition, but only to those who watched closely enough to notice it, were the two women trying hard to flirt with Gordon. He was either far too in the zone to notice or he simply wasn’t receptive to their advances, after all, his wife and children were watching not far away from where they stood. This fact made their behavior all the more brazen, it was hard to tell what, if anything, these women were thinking. His presence in the kitchen was shattering a few nerves, but he kept his tone gentle and his criticism constructive. During a break, Gordon went into the toilets to splash some cold water onto his face and as he was dabbing at his face and forehead with a paper towel, the door behind him opened.
Expecting nothing more than just another guy enter, Gordon threw the paper into the little bin provided and turned, startling and stopping in his tracks when he came face to face with one of the competitors. Her name was Darlene and she wasn’t even supposed to be in here, was she?
“This is the men’s room,” Gordon told her firmly, “you’re going to get us both into trouble, come on.. Out with you.. “
“I just wanted to tell you something important,” Darlene replied, stopping him and pulling away when he tried to usher her out of there, “it’ll only take a second.”
Gordon waited impatiently, glancing at his wrist watch.
“If you let me win,” Darlene sidled up to him and he backed up until she had him against the wall, “I’ll be very, very grateful.. “
She winked at him, walking towards the door and lowering her gaze over his body, licking her lips and uttering a soft moan of desire before she slipped out and returned to the kitchen. Gordon slowly exhaled, shaking his head to clear away the lust she had instilled within him, he wasn’t going to fall for that. The competition ended with Gordon not being particularly wowed by Darlene’s dish, he opted instead for Kevin’s, because out of all four dishes, his was the most deserving to win. Darlene scowled at him, but he pretended not to notice, he was really quite good at that.
The excitement was over and when Gordon finally got his family back home where it was quiet and they could wind down, he wandered off into the kitchen to make lunch for everybody. Justine took Savannah off to wash up before seating her at the table, then she walked into the kitchen to see if Gordon was keen to talk to someone, since Krista was deliberately avoiding him as usual.
“That was a lot of fun, Gordon,” Justine encouraged him, “I’m really proud of you.”
Gordon beamed at her, his gaze hopeful.
“Was she watching?” he wondered, “was Krista watching, too?”
Justine tried not to wince and she nodded slowly.
“She was.. “ Justine said carefully.
“And?” Gordon prompted her, eyes sparkling with interest and curiosity, “did she look like she was having fun? Do you think she was proud, too?”
Justine wanted to reassure him, but she faltered due to the fact that she knew he hated it when someone lied to him. He always found out..
“It’s hard to say,” Justine avoided the question completely, “you’d have to ask her, baby. I was far too busy checking out your-.. “
Gordon glanced up, Krista had entered the kitchen so Justine had fallen silent with a skip of her heartbeat.
“Darling, we were just talking about you,” Gordon smiled at her, oblivious, “what did you think of it all?”
“It was okay,” Krista replied quietly, taking a bottle of water from the fridge, “can we talk later?”
“Alright,” Gordon looked confused and Krista left quickly, he looked to Justine for answers but she couldn’t get involved and just avoided looking back at him.
“Has she gone?” Gordon asked her suddenly. Justine glanced up, surely he wasn’t thinking of trying something right now? What if she came back?
“I um, I think so, why?” Justine responded warily. Gordon drew closer and showed Justine a little velvet box, he opened it up and there was a gorgeous locket inside.
“Oh, she’ll love it!” Justine beamed happily, forgetting for a moment that Krista was about to dump him, “what’s the occasion?”
“I’ve been a real pain in the rear end for a while now,” Gordon admitted, “I’ve booked us a cabin for a few days out at our favorite spot, just the two of us. I can’t wait to surprise her!”
He snapped the box shut and Justine had to adore the excitement lit up in his whole face, he lived for that woman, he truly did and what on Earth would he do without her?
“Oh, Gordon,” Justine sighed sadly, but what could she do? It wasn't her place to interfere..
Justine hoped that Krista wasn’t going to tell Gordon during the trip to the Catskills he’d had planned for them to get away from it all, what a horrible thing to do in such an amazingly tranquil place. In fact, what a horrible thing to do in any location..
After lunch was over, Krista sat and watched Gordon play on the living room floor with Savannah. He had her giggling so much she got hiccups, then he pulled her onto his chest and just lay there to catch his breath and Savannah got comfortable and fell asleep on him. Justine took it upon herself when she noticed, to put Savannah upstairs to bed. Then she took little David to give Krista a break, not to mention some alone time with Gordon. She figured that if Krista was going to leave him, it was best done here where Justine could try to console him. Little did she realize just how difficult that could be, it was only for Krista’s sheer determination and strength that Gordon was finally able to pick himself up off the floor in the first place. Gordon looked at Krista as she sat on the sofa, he was still laying on the floor on his back and she was gazing down at him now.
“Come here,” Gordon smiled at her playfully and Krista wrinkled her nose with a grin but stayed put.
“No,” she said firmly.
“C’mere, please?” Gordon toned his voice down, his smile fading. Krista never could resist that low level of baritone from him and she got down off the sofa, climbing up onto Gordon and straddling him. He pulled her down to lay over him, seeking his lips to meet with hers and she hesitantly opened her mouth to welcome his tongue inside. Gordon moaned and kissed with her heatedly, his hands on her rear and squeezing it firmly. Nothing endeared a male to a female more than seeing him being a good father to his children, so as Krista looked down into his eyes after pulling away for a moment, she had to really think hard about what she wanted to do. She sat back and he sat up, embracing her and she let him hold her as tightly as he wanted, relaxing into the gesture with a sigh.
“Gordon, we need to talk,” Krista said gently.
“Mmm,” Gordon expressed bliss at finally being allowed to just hold her close, “about the article?”
“About.. us,” Krista spoke tentatively, but she felt him tense up anyway as he lifted his head from her shoulder.
“Uh oh,” Gordon looked at her serious expression and didn’t like where this could potentially be going, “is it honestly that bad, darling?”
Krista hesitated, was it?
“Baby, I’ve been so patient with you,” she explained to him, “I have had to be so strong and it’s starting to weigh too heavily on me.”
Gordon didn’t interrupt her, he wasn’t that sort of person and so Krista knew she could take her time and think it through without him butting in before she could finish.
“The things I have seen us through,” Krista went on, rubbing his chest through his shirt because his big, blue eyes were glittered with unshed tears, “nobody else would have had the patience nor the strength to go on.”
Gordon swallowed a lump in his throat, he wanted her to stop there and he needed to be reassured that this was not going to end up with her and his babies walking out the door.
“Your job is highly stressful,” Krista said to him after the moment’s pause, “making mine twice as stressful because not only am I tired at the end of a long day, but then when I’m about to wind down and relax, you come home in one of your moods.”
All valid points, he didn’t see a point to try and argue, so he remained silent.
“I listen to your ranting, I argue back with mine and it all reaches a crescendo,” Krista continued, “nobody could possibly deal with this day in and day out, Gordon.”
She touched his face, she knew he was already guessing the worst and it made her feel heartbroken herself. It was time to put him out of his misery.
“There comes a time when people say ‘enough is enough’,” she told him straight out, “this would be that point right now, Gordon.”
He slowly shook his head, but pursed his lips tightly. She leaned in and kissed his cheek, he was still refusing to interrupt her despite his obvious distress.
“Which is why I’m very glad,” Krista softened her tone now, “that I found you when I did.”
His eyes flicked up to meet with hers and she smiled reassuringly at him.
“Nobody in the world could put up with you the way I can,” Krista wiped the stray tear from his cheek as it slid down from his left eye.
He laughed, relief filled every part of him as he almost crushed her to his chest. Perhaps she had been on the verge of giving up, but then she’d had a second think about it. Give up? After everything they had survived thus far? Insanity at it’s finest for sure, but she did need to air her feelings so that he could be aware of them. No more holding back, he just got confused, it was better to just be direct with him and from now on, that’s just what she planned to do. He suddenly stood up, carrying her in his arms.
“Gordon!” Krista grasped hold of him and screamed, but giggling and kicking her legs, “put me down! Gordon!”
She squealed and laughed, trying to get free but she was nearly six feet in the air and it made her stomach do flip flops and she held onto him tighter as she realized he was headed for the bedroom.
“Ohh.. Gordon.. “ Krista moaned, it had been so long..
Gordon used his hip to close the door, carrying Krista over to their bed and falling onto it with her. She hooked her leg around his waist, making out with him passionately and enjoying his soft moans into her mouth. His hand slid up under her blouse and over her ribs, pushed in underneath the bra and gave one of her breasts a firm squeeze.
“Mmm,” Krista moaned and arched into his touch, she had sorely missed this..
“Oohh, baby,” Krista moaned again, as his kisses trailed down to her neck, languid and slow, “oh god, baby!”
“Mmm,” his responding moan was deep and sent thrills into her lower regions, making her breathe heavily.
“Ah, oohh, baby!” Krista called to him, gasping when he shoved up her blouse and bra to take a breast into his mouth, “ohhh, oh god, Gordon!”
Squeezing and massaging one breast, suckling the other and moving his head in a gentle, circular motion to further tease, Gordon hummed deeply and kept her pinned underneath him. She could feel his impressive length hardening and pressing erect into her thigh, which she raised to press harder into his crotch and elicited a deeper, rumbling moan from him. Gordon thrust his hips to rub himself against her thigh, she moved it firmly in time and they were both very vocal by now. So much so, that they didn’t hear something pressing against their bedroom door as Justine knelt down to gaze in at them through the keyhole. She whimpered softly, reaching down into her panties and touching herself while she watched them going at it. Bringing her phone up to eye level, Justine tried to keep her hand steady while she recorded them.
Krista reached between them to quickly unbutton Gordon’s shirt, discarding it onto the floor once he’d obliged to get his arms free of the sleeves. She got her hands full of his muscular chest and thumbed his nipples, stirring a more feminine moan from him as she exploited his super sensitive sweet spot just there. Krista groaned louder in response, hearing that high pitched, almost girly moan coming from Gordon Ramsay was a huge turn on for her and she needed him deep inside of her right now.. He pushed her blouse and bra up over her head, falling upon her breasts now unguarded, like a hungry tiger to it’s prey.
“Uhh, fuck! Gordon!” Krista cried out in pleasure. Both of his hands now squeezed and massaged her silken mounds firmly, his lips trailing soft kisses down along the valley between her breasts and his own thumbs circling her now protruding nipples.
“Ohh, oh.. babbbyyy!” Krista writhed and gasped, panting as he kissed softly over her stomach, leaving moist wetness over her ticklish and sensitive flesh, “huhh, Gordon! Please! Ohh, please baby, please! Yess! Oh, oh yes!”
He was taking down her leggings now, kissing at her thighs and breathing deeply through his nose to take in her highly aroused scent.
“Mmmm,” Gordon hummed, Krista’s hands now running through his hair and tugging at it firmly, “ohh.. “
He lowered his head some more, she felt him push her knees up and she relaxed her thighs, head thrown back while he passionately started making out with her right between her legs. Krista’s vocals became more desperate and demanding, her hips began to buck wildly until he grasped them and held her still. She panted and gasped, moaning uncontrollably, her juices streaming down over his chin as his tongue violated her in every way that she couldn’t take it a minute longer.
“GORDON!” Krista felt her body jolt into orgasm, a powerful one that made her see nothing a blinding, white light before her eyes for several moments. Her facial expression was stunned, shocked and written all over with sheer heavenly bliss and euphoria. He continued licking and suckling until she was able to breathe again, feeling her gently push at his head so he raised it to look into her eyes. She was heatedly glazed over staring at him through half closed eyes, breathless and needy. He climbed up over her and positioned himself, wasting no time to guide his hard, throbbing cock into her waiting, slickened entrance. He pushed in with a deep, heavy groan and Krista whimpered at his size despite being slick and open, ready to receive him now.
“Ohh baby, fuck me so hard, please!” Krista wailed, desperate to have him release his powerful load inside of her and to see his face as it contorted into one of it’s own display of powerful climax. Gordon kept one hand on the small of her back, the other he placed around her throat and held it tightly. Krista grew wide eyed but trusted him, Gordon uttered a groan and favored power over speed, fucking her hard and slow until she was shaking and trembling underneath him, begging him for her second release. He wasn’t listening and kept fucking her slowly, his powerful thrusts sending her head into a spin and her body into sexual pleasure overdrive.
Finally, she could take it no longer and surged up to pin him underneath her. His shocked expression gave her fuel and she began to forcefully grind herself into him, he threw back his head and groaned loudly and deeply. She had him now, helpless in the throes of ecstasy he’d started himself and now she was finishing it. He writhed and arched under her, but she kept him down with both hands on his muscular biceps and her mouth lowering now to alternatively lick and suck at his pert, sensitive nipples. Within seconds he was gasping and seemingly fighting to stay in control, Krista started to really hear their fucking as she got wetter and wetter, the slick slapping sound of their bodies thrusting together filling the room amidst their groans and mewls. Reaching their crescendo, Krista just about squealed her release as her voice mingled with Gordon’s mighty roar of a release, neither of them able to hold back for even a moment.
Sweating, shaking and legs twitching, they rode out their highs and remained nestled into one another’s arms, both of them slumping into the bed and breathlessly holding one another closer than they ever had before. There were no doubts between them in that moment and in the moments that followed, theirs was a bond that simply couldn’t be broken and it was one hell of a prize worth fighting to hold onto.
Switching off her phone, Justine crept away from the door and hurried back into her bedroom. Closing the door, she sat the phone on the pillow beside her and played back the video, using a vibrator on herself and wearing a gag to help stem the loud moans as she arched and bucked, slippery and wet before she had even started. Oblivious, Krista and Gordon lay on their bed in one another’s arms. There really was no better feeling, not for either of them and Gordon eventually slipped off to take a shower while Krista napped before dinnertime. After his shower he felt much better and just as he was passing by Justine’s door, he heard her screaming. Without stopping to ask if she was alright, Gordon just walked into her bedroom with his heart racing, was there an intruder? A spider? Had she hurt herself?
“Justine?” Gordon looked around, his eyes falling upon her as she lay spread eagled on the bed with a large vibrator buzzing away, slick and shining with her recent climax.
“Ohh,” Justine moaned, still dazed and barely registering her own presence let alone Gordon’s. He left the room and closed the door quietly, the video had ended already and the phone was now just a black screen, so he didn’t see it. Wandering back downstairs, Gordon took up his keys and headed out in his ferrari to grab something special to cook up a storm for dinner tonight. He felt like treating his family, wanting to do something nice for them after such a turbulent few weeks.
*
Things settled down after that, despite Gordon continuing to see Justine when it was safe to do so. The retreat to the Catskills was just what the two needed, romance blossomed and love was cemented back into place. By the time Savannah started her first day of school and little David was toddling around, everything was as it should be and the scandals were long forgotten, left for social media fans to argue and fight about long after the press had opted to let sleeping dogs lie.
One evening, Krista and Justine were just waiting for Gordon to get home, watching the television while the little ones played quietly together on the floor.
“I really like being here for you guys,” Justine ventured carefully, “it’s such a dream come true.”
“I’m so glad you feel that way,” Krista smiled, “to be honest, I couldn’t have asked for a better nanny, but you’re more than that by now, Justine. We’re so close to you, you belong here.”
Justine was really pleased to hear that and she decided to inch a little more to what she really wanted to say.
“I um.. I really like Gordon, too,” she said softly. Krista looked at her curiously for a while, trying to decipher what she was alluding to.
“Justine?” Krista wondered, “what do you mean by that?”
“Just that,” Justine replied gently, “I really like him.. “
Krista nibbled her bottom lip, putting down her glass of wine, perhaps she’d had too much tonight but she started to get the idea.
“So, what do you want to do about it?” Krista asked. Justine shrugged, she honestly didn’t know and she actually had expected Krista to go off her head by now.
“Why don’t we get the children to bed,” Krista suggested, “then we’ll talk about it some more.”
“Alright,” Justine nodded and they stood up, taking one child each and eventually putting them down to bed. Afterwards, they sat in the living room together and Krista started them off.
“He’s hot, huh?” Krista grinned wickedly.
“Um, well, yeah,” Justine replied with a slowly forming smile and a red blush to her cheeks, “doesn’t it bother you that I’ve got a thing for him?”
“Just about everyone does,” Krista said with a sigh, perhaps not everyone but a lot of people certainly had their eye on him, “you wanna do something really wild?”
Justine leaned forwards, very curious as to what Krista was talking about.
“What’s on your mind?” Justine wondered.
“I think that when Gordon gets home tonight,” Krista lowered her voice, “we should give him a really hot welcome.”
“What are you suggesting?” Justine looked confused, “we cook something?”
“No,” Krista reached over and tucked some of Justine’s hair behind her ear. Justine suddenly caught on, Krista was proposing a threesome..
“So?” Krista urged her to respond after a few stunned moments had passed, “what do you think?”
She leaned in closer, trailing her hand down over Justine’s neck towards her breasts.
“I think it could be fun,” Justine felt eager to finally be able to be with Gordon without having to hide but, how long would it last?
"I can't wait 'til he gets home," Krista giggled, standing up, "come on, let's start without him and really surprise him!"
Justine stood up and followed her to the bedroom, but would Gordon appreciate this tipsy endeavour?
*
When Gordon arrived home, he took off his shoes and jacket, tossed his keys onto the coffee table and looked around.
“Darling?” he called. It was dark and silent, but he could see the bedroom light was on, so Krista was obviously still up and probably reading a book or something. He took off his socks and put them into the hamper, then went off to take a shower. He walked out, drying his hair with one towel and the other wrapped around his waist.
“Sorry I’m late,” he said quickly, as he wandered blindly into the bedroom, “I got held up in-.. “ He finished drying his hair and looked to see Krista, but she wasn’t wearing anything and she most certainly wasn’t alone. Krista looked at him with burning cheeks, unsure how his reaction would go.
“What is going on?” Gordon asked her, looking at Justine, who was also completely nude.
“We were just drinking-I mean thinking,” Justine stumbled over her words and Krista started giggling, “that you might enjoy to have us both tonight.”
“You’re both drunk!” Gordon accused them, trying not to smile at his wife because he thought she was just so adorable when she giggled.
“Only just a weensy little bit,” Krista reassured him.
“Oh right, yes that makes a hell of a bloody difference, doesn’t it?” Gordon scolded her.
“Oh come on baby,” Krista pleaded with him, “if you don’t join us, we’re going to feel really silly sitting here waiting for you.”
“Oh yeah?” Gordon raised a brow, “looks to me like you’ve already started, darling.”
Krista and Justine were shiny all over with scented body oils and Gordon would be lying if he said it wasn’t making him painfully hard.
“Gordon, it’s fine, really,” Krista cooed at him, “come here, baby.. We’re not that drunk, honest.”
Gordon walked around to Krista’s side of the bed, wary about approaching Justine right now, he didn’t know what was going on, was he dreaming?
“Are you drunk enough to be regretting this tomorrow?” Gordon wondered, sitting down on the edge of the bed next to her.
“Nah,” Krista encouraged him to lean in and kiss with her, which he did, following her as she leaned back into the pillows. Justine tugged at Gordon’s towel and it fell away from him, she moaned at the sight of his body and sat closer to them both, not wanting to be left out. Gordon and Krista really started to get heated and into it, making out and running their hands over one another’s body. Justine began to introduce herself into the mix, by first running her hands over Gordon’s back and then down to his ass. Krista shifted and they all sat back, there needed to be a better position for them all to be in.
“Krista, lay down over the bed with your feet on the floor,” Justine instructed. Krista grinned and did as she was told, Gordon watched curiously, wondering what she was planning on. Justine stood over Krista on the bed, her feet on either side of Krista’s body. She bent over, placing her hands on Krista’s shoulders to keep her balance. Leaning down, she began making out with her and Gordon was left to figure out the rest of the puzzle. He stood up on the floor and watched them for a moment, Justine and Krista wriggled their asses and he clued in, approaching them now a little more confidently.
“Ohh, oh my god!” Justine moaned against Krista’s lips, as she felt Gordon starting to tongue and suckle at her slick folds and nub. Krista gasped and moaned, feeling his cock driving into her seconds later.
They resembled a triangle but it worked for them and nobody was being left out now. Gordon couldn’t help but groan as he forgot about the sheer madness of it all and just went along with it, he’d had a pretty good day except for when he got stuck in traffic on the way home and now he was fucking his wife and eating out his mistress while they made out together, their moans reaching his ears and spurring him on. Justine was the loudest, almost screaming into Krista’s mouth as she felt Gordon’s expert tongue driving her over the edge so quickly. Krista was panting and kissing back sloppily as her eyes closed tightly, Gordon was so well endowed that he could even tent his baggiest pair of pants when he got aroused enough.
“Ah! Aah! OH GOD!” Justine threw back her head, jolting into climax as Gordon hummed and pressed his mouth firmly between her legs to ensure she rode out her orgasm at maximum pleasure. Justine then collapsed beside Krista on the bed, who fell upon her breasts, massaging and licking them while Gordon watched and continued fucking her.
“Babyyyy!” Krista moaned long and loud, Justine’s hands running through her hair as she suddenly came, clenching around him tightly. Gordon swore repeatedly, finally losing himself into a white-out that blinded him momentarily, the heights of bliss overwhelming him as he filled Krista with his shooting load of love and lust.
Gordon slowly pulled out, standing back and leaning on the dresser for support. Justine and Krista flopped down onto the bed, panting and perspiring. Krista looked over at Gordon, was he going to be upset with her now that the moment of heated desire and lust was over? Justine felt good, really good and she let her gaze trail down over his body, sucking in her bottom lip as she reached his manhood and giggled. He still sported a semi, clearly aroused by the two nude women in his bed.
“Gordon?” Krista ventured.
He looked at her and ran his fingers through his hair, an expression of post sex dreamy haze told her he wasn’t really listening just yet. She leaned over and grabbed his arm gently, pulling him down onto the bed firmly so he could lay there and come down from the heights of climax more comfortably. She took some moist tissues and wiped them over his cock, then she leaned down and tongued the tip whilst grasping the shaft in her hand. Gordon moaned and half sat up, watching her lick the slit and suckle the head. Justine shifted over and she lowered her head down, licking the base of his cock and along the shaft as Krista continued to suckle the head into her mouth.
“Fuck,” Gordon swore breathlessly, eyes half closed and dreamy, watching them intently. As they licked and suckled his entire length, their hands gently cupped and kneaded his sensitive weights until he lay back down and moaned, his hands in their hair and clutching tightly.
“Fucking suck!” he growled, craning his neck, eyes rolling upwards and vanishing behind half closed lids, “yesss!”
Krista and Justine winced at how tightly he was grasping their hair, Krista moaned and his hips bucked in response. Justine teased her tongue around the head, pulling it into her mouth and bobbing her head to suck him properly, Krista still licking and suckling the base of his length. He parted his thighs for better access, Justine suckled his tip and slowly pulled her mouth away, then she licked her lips and hummed softly. She could taste precum in her mouth, he was close.. Gordon felt his cock throbbing, red and raging, eager to release his monster load. Their tonguing and suckling became more and more languid, relaxing him and prolonging his release. Gordon groped and grasped a stray leg, cupping it behind the knee and pulling it to have Justine straddling his face. She was still suckling and licking his cock, now laying over his torso while he delved his tongue into her a second time.
She moaned, her voice muffled by the thick cock in her mouth and Krista reached down between her legs, locating her slick nub with her fingers and teasing herself soaking wet, hips bucking ravenously. Unbridled moans, mewls and whimpers filled the room, gasps and breathless panting aroused and seduced them, the heady aroma of sex overwhelmed their senses and the sounds of lips smacking and mouths sucking, kisses onto wet flesh and grunts of pleasure all grew louder until each of them hit their crescendo and they fell about the bed, writhing, making out and then collapsing to fall asleep in one another’s arms. Gordon in the middle, Justine spooning him from behind and Krista curled up, nestled within his big, strong arms.
*
The next morning, Justine woke up first and got off the bed, padding down the hallway to take a shower, get the little ones up and start breakfast for everyone. Krista woke next, her fluttering eyes meeting with Gordon’s soft, blue stare. She blushed furiously, remembering what had happened last night and waiting for his response to it all.
“Hey,” she greeted him when he failed to speak for a time.
“Good Morning,” he responded sleepily, his voice cracking his state of early morning half wakefulness.
She smiled at him, touching his face with her fingertips and he pulled them into his mouth, eyes closing and a deep hum escaping him, muffled as his tongue washed over her fingers one by one. Krista gazed at him, eyes wide and a whimper, soft as you like, suddenly whined from her parted lips. Gordon slowly withdrew, a thin trail of saliva bridging her fingertips to his mouth broke as he parted from her. He rolled away and she collapsed into her pillows, heated and breathing unevenly. Gordon took up his clothes and went for his shower next, taking his time to ensure that he was clean and that when he rubbed his body with his hands, it squeaked. Satisfied with this, he got out, dried and dressed before spending half an hour doing his hair. Then he wandered downstairs to breakfast, while Krista took a quick shower and joined everyone for the morning meal. They ate in silence for a while, Justine felt awkward and Krista was watching Gordon browse the newspaper.
“So,” Krista finally broke the silence, forcing her polite husband to look at her while she spoke, his sheepish expression gave away how he was feeling about the whole situation, “what happens now?”
“Nothing,” Gordon responded quickly and firmly. Krista looked at Justine, who shrugged hopelessly and then she looked back to Gordon.
“What do you mean, nothing?” Krista asked him, “after last night, how can things just go back to being as they were?”
“Well then what do you suggest happens?” Gordon set down the paper to focus on the conversation, “uh?”
“Well clearly there’s more to the three of us than just a working relationship, Gordon,” Krista argued, “we can’t ignore that and expect Justine to simply carry on like nothing happened.”
“So fire her,” Gordon stated simply. Justine’s brows shot up and she dropped her jaw, but Krista scooted closer to her husband so that he would listen better, or so she hoped anyway.
“Babe, this doesn’t need to go any further,” she told him, “it’s just between the three of us, nobody else needs to know. It doesn’t have to go public, darling. We can be discreet, what do you say?”
Gordon flicked his gaze over to Justine, then back at Krista.
“Fine,” he sighed, to which Krista beamed, “so long as the pair of you don’t elope without me.”
“Aw, we would never do that,” Krista stroked his cheek happily, kissing it soon after, “you’re such a good man, Gordon. Thank you.”
He sat back as she moved away from him, turning his gaze over to Justine once more.
“I guess she won’t be so lonely anymore when you go away,” Justine smiled at him, a little nervous still, this was quite sudden and she was excited but cautious, she did not wish to come between them at all.
“Yeah,” Gordon grinned at her amusedly, easing her tension at once, “just don’t wear her out, uh?”
“I promise,” Justine giggled at him, “there’ll be plenty of energy left for you when you get back.”
Krista was thrilled that Gordon wasn’t as furious as she thought he might be this morning, he even seemed eager to the suggestion and indeed Gordon was quickly warming to the idea. It would ensure that Krista would not go looking for male company while he was away, not that he believed she would but it certainly eased those fears somewhat. Now that the air had been cleared between them, the three adults were quite comfortable displaying affection to one another without trying to hide it. They kept the relationship private, as far as the public were aware, Justine was simply the caretaker for the children and nothing more. Though some had their suspicions, they could only fantasize about it without any actual proof.
And when Justine became pregnant and gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl, she simply claimed a failed relationship with an unnamed ex-partner and the fuss settled down quite quickly. It really was quite the uplifting feeling for Gordon, to wake up each day with a house full of noise, children, family.. How far he’d come from puking his guts up into the gutter, but one thing remained ever certain in his mind from leaving those days behind and that was, no matter how hard things might get in the future, he would never, ever look down again.
****
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