Cap nodded in agreement, “You know how much I love bringing them into the fold!”
“And of course, you have impeccable taste,” the woman's brunette friend chimed in.
“Monica, Jeremy, Beth, John, Tricia, Alan, Bruce, Lila, Paul, another John, Mike, Audrey, Mary...how'm I doin', guys?” Leah spouted, the last several names slurring together.
“I think you left out Bart and Allison, but otherwise pretty damn good!” Cap patted her on the head.
“I have to be good at this shit for my job,” Leah announced. “My whole job is pleasing people!”
“Well, you've come to the right place then,” Jeremy boisterously proclaimed with a wide grin spread across his handsome face.
“Oh! You're that lady from The Pearl!” Tricia bellowed with pride for her powers of recognition. “The bartender!”
“I'm actually the Guest Experience Strategist,” Leah slurred. Cap immediately grabbed her and pulled her into his arms in attempt to get her to stop talking.
“Mixing business with pleasure, eh?” asked one of the two Johns, who was standing behind Tricia and intermittently grinding his pelvis against her plump, curvy backside.
“Alright, that's enough,” Cap warned. “Let's keep Leah's job out of this, okay?”
“Oh, don't worry, Cap, you know we'd never get anyone in trouble,” Tricia promised. “Relax! Have another shot!”
“I'm pretty sure I'm the D.D.,” Cap politely refused. He steered Leah into the hallway. “You doing okay, Sugar?” he asked her in a low voice, the words exhaled close to her ear once they were alone.
Leah could hear moans and playful squeals coming from the doorway next to her. She peered into the room and saw a woman with wispy blonde hair that she didn't remember meeting earlier with her face buried between Mary's spread legs while the other John pumped his cock into her from behind. Leah looked just in time to see John's palm smack the blonde's fleshy ass cheek, eliciting another high-pitched wail that is partially muffled by Mary's...muff, Leah joked as she narrated the scene play-by-play in her intoxicated head.
She felt herself lured into the room by a siren of curiosity. The threesome was occupying one half of the king-sized bed and Leah took a seat on the floral comforter on the opposite corner for a better view. All of that debauchery in college and I never once witnessed other people having sex, she realized. Guess I was missing out!
She watched Mary's face as she locked eyes with Other John. Leah could see that the way he was slamming his cock into The Blonde was forcing her face further down into Mary's cunt. And she imagined that all of The Blonde's squeals and moans were humming deliciously against Mary's clit, maybe like my rabbit vibrator does on its lowest setting?
Leah wondered what it would be like to be Mary, to be staring intensely into a man's eyes as he fucked another woman, and having that woman bring you to orgasm with her tongue as she's being fucked. She wondered what it would be like to be The Blonde, to know she was giving pleasure to two people while simultaneously receiving it.
Desire washed over her like a tidal wave. She glanced back to see that Cap had followed her into the room and was standing beside the bed, also observing the scene playing out before them. She looked up at him with eyes that gleamed green with lust and insistently tugged the dense fabric of his jeans. He crouched down next to her and whispered in her ear, “Like what you see?”
In lieu of a spoken answer, she forcefully yanked him down on top of her, aching for his weight against her body, for his lips to press down on her mouth. He was more than happy to oblige, shifting so that he was stationed between her legs. She could feel his erection pressing through the thick denim of his jeans into the exposed flesh of her thighs. “I want you now,” she demanded, trembling with her sudden and all-encompassing need.
She felt Other John's eyes boring into her as Cap eagerly ripped her black velour skirt down past her ankles and briskly pulled her sequined tank top up over her head. “It's almost midnight,” John warned Cap. “Looks like we're all going to ring in the New Year the right way!”
“Fuck yes!” Cap agreed and began to strip away his own clothes. Mary screamed as an orgasm ripped through her which happened to coincide with the exact moment Cap's engorged cock came springing out of his boxer briefs. “Hey look at that, didn't even have to touch her!” he joked. John cracked up laughing but didn't miss a stroke and The Blonde briefly came up for air long enough to nod in appreciation of Cap's humor.
“Quit fooling around and slide your cock inside me!” Leah begged, her back arching as she impatiently waited for him to resume his position between her legs. She was at that precise point of inebriation where she was fully cognizant of her inhibitions and filters having been thrown out the window, but too far gone to give a damn about it.
“For fuck's sake, Cap, give the girl what she wants!” Mary shouted, having regained the capacity for normal speech after her orgasm subsided.
Leah felt every last bit of Cap's eight inch cock push past her lips till he was buried to the hilt inside her. He had decided to test her patience a bit longer and to stall there, balls-deep but denying her any movement. Other John, still rhythmically drilling into The Blonde, watched as Leah's brows began to furrow and her teeth clench as she grinded her hips against Cap, desperate for him to move inside of her.
“Let's tease her a bit more, shall we, Tess?” Mary suggested. Tess, The Blonde, looked up from her “dessert” with a slick, red face across which an evil grin was rapidly spreading. Other John slid his cock out and the three inched closer to the young nymph writhing under the captain's thick, sturdy body. Cap, fully in support of the diabolical plan, shifted so that he was on his knees, taking the weight off Leah's torso and exposing her breasts which were all but popping out of her black lace bra.
Mary slipped her hand under Leah's already arched back to release the bra hooks and Tess whisked the lacy contraption away in just a breath of time, sending it flying across the room. The two women set about inspecting the lush, creamy, now fully exposed mounds which were decorated with small strawberry-hued nipples like tiny bows on a wrapped gift.
Other John stroked his fingers down Leah's torso toward her sex, where the base of Cap's cock, still on “standby,” could be seen parting her lips. “I see the carpet matches the drapes,” he said, trailing his finger first over her mound of springy reddish-blonde curls, then brushing against her clit but keeping a good one-inch margin from Cap's throbbing organ. Leah nearly jumped from the sensation but her attention was soon captured by the pair of mouths that were poised to taste her strawberry nipples. She felt their tongues first, warm and wet, teasing her pink aureole like they were made of cotton candy.
Leah wondered if it was just that the alcohol had relaxed her enough to enjoy this amount of attention or if she had been missing out on the pleasure of being a human playground her entire adult life. As she was contemplating how long she could bear having two mouths, a set of fingers and a rather hard, massive cock teasing her, she noticed that Jeremy had wandered into the scene. He crawled across the bed so that he was perched on his knees perpendicular to her waist.
Fuck, how many people can fit on this freakishly large bed? she thought. She had a woman on either side of her upper half, Jeremy at her right side in the middle, Other John on her left side at her thighs, and of course, Cap on his knees between her legs, holding them steady against him so that she couldn't cheat and move herself up and down on his cock.
Jeremy glanced up and down her body, pinned to the bed by all of her admirers, and decided to change his position so that he was above her head. The two women slid down to give him a little more room. Now when she peered up, it was into his deep brown eyes as he towered over her. He had unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants before bending into place. She could see the very tip of his erection peeking out the top of his black underwear. She thought he was going to reach in and pull it out but instead he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers. She felt his tongue inv
ade her mouth and at the same time, Cap finally began to stroke ever-so-slowly in and out of her pussy. The two women were gently grazing on her breasts, sucking her nipples in and out of their teeth so that little tingly shocks traveled in tandem lines down her torso directly into her clit, which was being attended to by Other John.
I can't believe I'm lying here and letting all of them do this to me, she thought with one breath and with the next: Oh. My. God. I feel like every nerve in my body is being stimulated all at the same time. It's overwhelming. Consuming. But absolutely, indescribably euphoric all at the same time!
Jeremy pulled away from her lips and rose back to his previous height above her. She was staring into his thighs and pelvis now, her eyes locked onto that tempting-looking tip of cock straining to get out of his pants. She noticed it looked wet and glossy now, a bit of pre-cum had oozed out while he was kissing her. The sight made her want to lick it; she found herself yearning for him to bring it to her mouth. She peered up at his eyes again, narrowed and wanton behind his black-rimmed glasses. “I want to taste it,” she said, feeling bold and still intoxicated.
She uttered the words along with a moan and then immediately looked toward Cap who nodded his head in approval. The ladies sat up on their knees to watch her take Jeremy's thick, swollen cock into her mouth. She licked around the head with her tongue, tasting those pearly drops that had seeped out, savoring their saltiness as he moaned with delight. “Good girl,” Cap complimented her and began to pick up his pace, thrusting into her pussy now more intently. Other John moved off the bed and stood so that Tess could turn and wrap her lips around his cock as well.
Mary looked from face to face as if contemplating where she should place herself in the scene. Cap was beginning to thrust into Leah so hard that she could barely maintain her oral attention on Jeremy's cock. She sighed, realizing where she was needed, and then knelt down on her hands and knees so that she could help Leah take care of their hot teacher friend. She paused for a moment to unbutton Jeremy's shirt. She revealed his wiry but muscular build, with very little chest hair in between his well-defined pectoral muscles. “That's more like it,” she announced before getting back down to the business of helping Leah lick up and down his broad shaft.
Leah loved the contrast of Jeremy's hard cock and Mary's soft lips as they intermittently met up with hers. At times it felt like she was kissing Mary as much as performing fellatio on Jeremy. And he was clearly relishing the pair's enjoyment of each other over his rigid tool. Leah let Mary take over for a moment while she looked down her body to Cap, who had repositioned her legs so that they rested on his shoulders. He was penetrating her so deeply that she could scarcely catch her breath, let alone concentrate on assisting Mary.
He looks as though he has tuned out everyone else in the room and all he sees is me, she thought. She remembered how his breath had sounded when he was close to climax on Christmas night and she heard that pattern again, the exhalations quickening and every third breath punctuated with one syllable grunts of “Yes,” “Oh,” and “Fuck.”
Knowing that he was about to explode inside of her sent her over the edge on which she had been teetering for what seemed like a solid eternity by that point. The waves of her orgasm engulfed her so completely that she cried out in ear-splitting ecstasy, the sound piercing the atmosphere like air being released from a balloon. While she was still riding the waves back to reality, she heard an explosion of cheering coming from the main part of the house. At first she thought the entire assembly of party guests were celebrating her crowning achievement, but then she suddenly realized the ball had just dropped. It was 2013.
What a way to ring in the new year, she thought as she struggled to regain her breath. Just in time to hear Cap announce: “This is going to be my first orgasm of 2013!” He grabbed the sides of Leah's thighs as he continued to impale her like a piston. “Oh, God....oh fuck!” She watched his face flush and grimace as the surge of pleasure seared through him like an uncontrollable blaze of fire.
At that moment, she discovered her buzz had completely vanished and the soreness from his ravaging of her delicate female anatomy, which had been virtually virginal for the past three years, was quickly setting in. After Cap finished and pulled out, the two men moved so that he could slide his body next to Leah's and cradle her in his arms. Mary and Tess assumed positions on the other side of the bed, side by side, allowing Jeremy and Other John to stand at the edge and begin fucking the ladies in tandem.
The reverberations across the bed from the pounding her new female friends were receiving gently lulled Leah to sleep in Cap's arms. The last thing she remembered him saying before she drifted off was, “I think you took to this like a duck to water. Hope you don't regret anything in the morning, Sugar.”
THIRTEEN
For the lips of an immoral woman are as sweet as honey, and her mouth is smoother than oil. But in the end she is as bitter as poison, as dangerous as a double-edged sword. Her feet go down to death; her steps lead straight to the grave. - Proverbs 5:3-5 (NLT)
Regret was not the right word. Leah had tried to explain to Cap how she felt about her actions at the party the next morning but failed to turn the phrase correctly. Two weeks have passed now, she thought, and things still seem strained. Or like we missed out on a chance at something that we'll never be able to get back.
She drove down to Cap's nearly every night after work, along with Glory, and fell asleep in his arms, returning back home before dawn to ready herself for work and place Glory in her kennel. Every morning she told herself that she was going to sleep in her own bed that night, but after ten hours at The Pearl, all she wanted to do was collapse in his embrace, anything to avoid sleeping in her cold, empty bed.
Not one of those nights did they have sex. The first week after the party, she was sore, her delicate tissues swollen and bruised as a result of his relentless and overly enthusiastic ravaging. Cap offered the appropriate measure of concern and apology but also remarked, “It's kind of a nice feeling though in a way, isn't it? Brings back good memories, right?”
“I suppose,” Leah replied halfheartedly, but she was frustrated that she had such a constant reminder of her drunken imprudence. She decided abstinence was best for the interim, from both sex and booze, till she could figure out what she wanted to do about Cap. She really liked him but had a distinct feeling that he and swinging were a package deal, despite what he'd said on their first date. And she wasn't sure she could ever be okay with that.
Sure, he shared her willingly, enthusiastically even, but could she share him? Could she watch him with another woman now that she'd had him for herself? And was she even morally okay with this sharing business in the first place? She was on a constant pendulum swinging between the extremes of “He's a great guy and I enjoy our time together; how is that a problem?” to “He's a bad influence on me and I should have known better than to get involved with him.”
The next week, right after he came back from his long weekend fishing trip to Florida, she started her period. In some ways she felt that explained her volatile emotional roller coaster during the previous week, but in other ways she was relieved to have another reason to hold off Cap's advances. And he had come back from Florida hungry for her.
Do I feel like he has to prove that he's into me for more than sex? Am I just coming here every night so I can be certain he's not knocking the boots with some other woman? Like Rhonda, for instance? She wished she understood her own behavior or had an unbiased third party to dump all of her confusing, emotional turmoil upon, but there was only Aimee, and it just didn't seem right to harass a stressed, sleep-deprived new mother with problems of this nature. I may be irrational, but I'm still respectful, she concluded with at least a faint glimmer of amusement.
When the weekend came, she decided to give Cap her full attention, to reopen the discussion about their situation (she still didn't feel quite right using the word “relationship”). It was Saturday night again, and a frigid rain
that wouldn't quite push itself over to snow was pelting the peninsula. There was a coziness, a security, she felt at Cap's that she never felt in her tiny, sterile apartment with its gleaming white tile floors and flat ecru walls. In the summer, it seemed airy and breezy with her wicker furniture and tropical flower decor. But in January it felt as chilling and uninviting as the bitter winter wind.
He wanted to know what specific aspects of the party she regretted. He peered at her through serious, almost-gray eyes, his usual ocean-blue color hiding out with his dimples in an undisclosed location. Come to think of it, she realized, I haven't seen the dimples all week. I'm making him so miserable he's not even himself. And that thought made her stomach turn sour.
“Regret is still not the right word,” she repeated, just as she had two weeks prior.
“If regret isn't the right word, then what is?” Cap asked her, relieved to have another chance at clearing up their misunderstanding but frustrated that they already seemed to be at an impasse.
She felt her cheeks begin to burn and head begin to throb only moments into the conversation. She'd tried so hard to push all of her confusing and conflicting feelings down deep into the recesses of her mind. She'd harnessed all that energy and aimed her concentration toward work instead of dwelling on what she should do about Cap. She was busy preparing the annual evaluations for her staff, negotiating raises with Barry and approving Spring menus for the kitchen.
It had been a downright draining week at The Pearl. She thought she had relaxed on Friday night by vegging on the sofa with Cap and watching a mindless comedy and then on Saturday morning by languishing in bed after taking Glory and Keeper for an early stroll down to the boardwalk before the sun attempted its ascent.
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