Kimo’s hand was at my back. “Come on, baby. I’ve got something to show you.”
He led me down a small slope and there on a flat bed of grass was a small table set with dinner for two.
My eyes filled with tears and I looked at Kimo. Nobody had ever done anything like this for me in my life, before I met Kimo.
“It’s like the tree house back in Hawaii.”
He saw my emotion, which affected him, too. “You can leave us,” Kimo said to the man. “We won’t be long. And thank you.”
The man disappeared and Kimo took me in his arms. “This is just the beginning, my love.” And at last he kissed me.
The table had been set with wonderful dishes, from lobster, which Kimo fed me with his fingers, to asparagus that we shared with a kiss down the middle and plates of kulolo—a coconut pudding—that he fed me with his fingers, like poi.
“Tutu told me it’s your favorite thing.”
“Not my favorite thing.” I moved my hands to his crotch. I felt his cock growing in his pants.
Kimo’s laughter rang out over the island. “Your favorite food then.”
“One of them.” My hand was reaching for his zipper.
Dinner was over, now I was ready for dessert.
* * * *
At home that night, Kimo’s eyes had that intensity I had really missed. I had no idea what he told his wife, but he was in my bed—our bed—until the small hours of the morning. I hated to let him go but he said, “I’ll pick you up at nine a.m. I have to see you early. I can’t wait until night.”
“Okay.” I turned over for one last kiss. “There’s something I want you to have.”
“What’s that?” His mouth twitched into a lazy smile as he got dressed. I reached into my nightstand.
“My house keys.”
Kimo took them and turned them over in his fingers. For a moment, I thought he’d hand them back to me. “Thank you.” For the first time since we’d said goodbye in Puna, he looked really happy.
“Please drive safely, Kimo.”
“I have good reason to.” He gave me one last kiss. “I’m happy. Very, very happy.”
* * * *
Kimo was back two hours earlier than I expected. At seven, he arrived, saying he wanted to spend the day with me.
“I want us to be together as much as possible.”
We went for a long run together, coming home and showering. Our day was spent mostly fucking, when we weren’t preparing food together. He left me at six, when he went off to chant and mentally prepare himself for the show. After the show, as was becoming our new routine, he was all mine again.
It was about two weeks into this routine that we were making love one morning and there was a knock at the door. I was sucking with total lust on Kimo’s cock when the knocking started. At first, we ignored it. Then it became more insistent and Kimo looked at me.
“Is that your other boyfriend?”
“I don’t have another boyfriend.” A bad feeling starting in the pit of my belly as he got up from the bed, his erection still in full swing and as the hammering at the door continued, he opened it.
There, to our complete disbelief and surprise was Mim, Kimo’s wife.
Chapter Eleven
“Cover yourself with something,” were her opening words, before she tried to slam my door shut. She pushed Kimo out of the way, advancing on me like a tigress, her hands like claws, reaching out to me.
“That’s enough.” Kimo grabbed her arm. He threw one of my pireaus from a chair around his waist, but she was like a madwoman. On the whole, I couldn’t blame her.
“They told me he was screwing someone and I didn’t believe it. He’s like a cold statue at home. But this—a mahu. Oh my God. No wonder!”
She hauled back and her fist almost connected with my face, except that Kimo stopped her. He squeezed on her hand until the pain made her cry out.
“You wanna talk, mahu? How about the girl you’ve been fucking for almost a year?”
Now I was the one who was shocked.
“That’s not the same thing.” She spat in his face. Kimo kept his hold on her.
“It’s not the same thing, you’re right, because I love Lopaka. We love each other.”
“Love! What does love have to do with it? It’s sex. Sex you and I stopped having long ago. I cannot believe you’re fucking a mahu! How long have you been gay?”
“I’m not—” he stopped. “I don’t know. Lopaka’s my first.”
“How touching,” she screamed, in sarcastic fury.
Kimo put his arms around her then and Mim let out an angry howl, beating on his back.
“I’m sorry. Look, I felt the same way when you started with Jessie.”
“She’s no threat to our marriage. I made that clear to you.”
“And I’m no threat either, Mim. Kimo made that clear from the start. He wants his marriage with you. I’m just…his lover.”
She looked at me and hatred slipped to disbelief.
“Jessie saw you and Kimo screwing, only she thought it was a woman. For some reason, she thought it was Mrs. Affatata!”
Well that was one mystery solved, the voyeur who’d spied on us that night at the Guest House.
“Join us,” I said.
“What?”
“Come to bed with us. Join us. Right now. Come on.”
The horrified look on Kimo’s face was not matched by Mim. Surprisingly, she went for it.
“Okay.”
Kimo’s long look to me could have been interpreted a number of ways, but I wanted to focus on Mim.
“Help me undress your other wife, Kimo. Kiss her.”
He started to kiss her and I saw the tears fall down her cheeks as Kimo and I undressed her. I can’t say she had the hottest body I’d ever seen, but she certainly had huge knockers. And the hairiest pubic thatch on record.
I moved us all over to the bed and I took Kimo’s face away from her as I stripped away the pireau.
At first, he tried to stop me, but as my tongue met his and our lips touched, he lost his inhibitions. He kissed me with fervor, but then I pulled back, letting Mim have his mouth. He kept his hand on the small of my back. It felt comforting and encouraging as I became increasingly swept up in our little game.
We kissed for a long time and I moved Kimo’s left hand to his wife’s breasts, encouraging him to lick and suck her nipples.
She groaned as his mouth and hands worked on her. He transferred his mouth to me and I heard her hiss in frustration. Passing his mouth back to her, I rubbed her back, sending my fingers down her spine. She arched her back with an instinctive thrill as Kimo’s mouth moving back and forth between her breasts.
It wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be, watching Kimo with another person, especially his wife.
“My turn,” I said and he released her immediately, giving me back his tongue.
“Doesn’t he have the most beautiful cock you’ve ever seen?” I asked her as I took it in one hand.
She nodded.
“Kiss it for him.” I moved back to watch her. “Now, take the tip in your mouth.” She followed my instructions. “Suck him in now. Slowly.” She almost bit the tip off in her clumsy efforts to give him head.
“No, baby.” Kimo pushed her away. “Let Lopaka show you how to do it.”
Mim’s face was a mask of indignation, but then she saw the way I went down on him. I pushed Kimo back against the pillows. “Watch the two people who love you most giving your cock the full attention it deserves,” I told him.
There was a dangerous look in his aroused eye. I knew telepathically he was warning me not to get creative. No anal funny business in front of his wife. I held his cock and showed it to Mim.
“Take the tip in your mouth. Softly, like this.” She watched me. “Now your turn.”
Kimo was moaning when I started licking the length of his pole as Mim worked the head. I came off my post to tell her how to tongue and lick the head at the sam
e time. “I will nudge you when I want to switch places, okay?”
“Okay,” she said, and I kissed her cheek. We went back to our task and, in a minute, I nudged her. I moved to the cock head of my dreams as she worked the shaft, then I moved my tongue up and down. Kimo’s ass came off the bed as he watched two tongues bathing him, meeting, licking at each other, loving him and wanting to give him nothing but rampant pleasure.
“He’s going to come,” I said. “It’s all yours.”
“She doesn’t like to swallow,” Kimo gasped. “Please, Lopaka. Don’t stop.” And I said to her, “Keep licking, Mim, lick around the base and his balls, while our husband comes.”
Kimo held my head as he came, humping my face as if he was settling a score and I moved my mouth to let her lick the tip. She did so after some hesitation.
“That was great.” Kimo rose to kiss us both.
“Mim’s turn,” I said. She looked a bit shocked when I told her to stand up. I pulled three scarves out of my drawer and blindfolded her.
“Trust me,” I said to her.
Kimo looked at me, mouthing, What are you doing?
“Kiss her,” I said. I stroked her arms and back, even her erect nipples. Kimo kissed her, I bound her arms behind her with the second scarf and told her to move her feet apart.
I took the scarf and slid it between her thighs. I motioned Kimo’s head to her nipples and he started on her breasts again. I moved him down and he worked toward her belly button as I took the scarf end-to-end and seesawed back and forth between her open thighs, letting the silk of the scarf rub against her clit, all the way back to her ass and back again.
With each successive move, her clit was getting more powerful sensations. She started to moan.
“I think she’s ready,” I told Kimo when he reached her pussy and ran his fingers between her clit and the scarf. “Lie on your back,” I told him. I took the third scarf and laid it over his face. I maneuvered Mim into the kneeling position right over his face, releasing the bind on her hands.
“Can you breathe, Kimo?” I asked. He gave me a thumbs up.
“Mim, move your tush until your clit is right on your husband’s open mouth. That’s it, right over the silk. The sensation when you come will be incredible.”
“How do you know?” she asked.
“I wasn’t always into men, Mim. My ex girlfriend was Japanese and taught me tons of tricks. Jessie’s gonna love it when you try this on her.”
She laughed then.
“Okay, Kimo. Get your hot tongue wagging, baby. Make your wife come.” I kept up a non-stop chain of dirty talk in their ears as Kimo and Mim went for it. As I stroked his cock, she rubbed back and forth on his face with such a forceful rhythm, I was surprised they didn’t make fire. When she came, she started to shake and I held her in my arms as Kimo, who was sweating profusely under that scarf, looked like he was suffocating.
She came off his face. I pulled off the scarf from his face and the one from her eyes. They grinned at each other. Kimo looked at her, then at me. I could tell he wanted to fuck, but he didn’t want to fuck me in front of her.
“Fuck her, Kimo.” Saying those three little words was like carving out my own stomach and spleen with a blunt penknife.
“I think your other wife deserves a turn, but for now, let me have a piece of that fuck pipe.” Mim drew him to her.
Kimo was in her instantly, giving her a rollicking good fucking that was very difficult for me to watch. I got off the bed and deciding they needed some privacy, I threw on some clothes.
“I…ah…I’m gonna get us some bagels…” I glanced at Kimo, but his wife had all his attention.
She was making a lot of noise and I couldn’t bear it. I left them alone, letting the door close softly behind me.
* * * *
I stumbled past the hodgepodge of closed designer boutiques on the street that had once been the luxurious, royal estate of our Princess Kaiulani. Did she look down from heaven and cry at all that our people had lost? I ended up at my usual spot at Diamond Head, with a cup of coffee and a stale muffin I fed mostly to the pigeons. There was a volleyball game on, but not a good one. The participants, a group of hot young girls, were all drunk. Nobody seemed to mind though, especially the spectators. The girls were flopping out of teeny bikini tops and actually providing a pretty good laugh when they hit the sand face-first.
Removing my shoes and holding them in my hands, I walked along the beach closer to Diamond Head, trying not to think about what had just happened. One way or another, I had actually been good for Kimo and Mim’s marriage. I kept him happy and out of her way and I had just given her a couple of new tricks for her arsenal. At the end of the day, if I looked at things in a clear-eyed way—hard when my eyes were swimming with tears—I had known from the beginning he was married.
It should never have come to this. But whenever I even thought about not being with him, the pain and fire in my left side became unbearable.
I found myself clambering over rocks that had such sharp edges they made my bare feet bleed. Damn. And I had to dance tonight. I found my way to a bathing pool by an area once called Queen’s Surf. My mother had waitressed at the bar and restaurant of the same name there when I was a little boy. I remembered in that moment, a Chinese-themed night with chop suey and egg rolls and I remembered running around playing chopstick swords with the chef, until my mother came in the kitchen and dragged me home. I never understood how that landmark restaurant was allowed to be demolished.
Waves crashed into me and my shoes fell out of my hands. It was okay. I was too busy trying to get washed out to sea myself. Getting slammed against rocks and thudding waves was doing my soul some good. At last, I climbed up on a flat rocky ledge and I watched the sea churning in a continuous wash until I stopped remembering the past and quit feeling sorry for myself.
My left arm was not burning. I had a feeling the news wasn’t bad. If Kimo was dumping me out with the recyclables, I thought my body would know.
I scrubbed at my tears and headed home. I even remembered to stop for bagels.
When I walked in the door, Kimo and Mim were making eggs and coffee. One look at me and Kimo knew how upset I was.
He seemed to weigh his words. “Is it raining out?” Mim’s mad laughter felt like a stinging slap.
I shrugged it off. “I went for a swim. The bagels made it home dry, though.”
“Get changed.” Kimo’s tone was terse.
“You’ve got a wild child on your hands there,” I heard Mim say, then Kimo said something I couldn’t hear. Their shared laughter ruined me and I wished they would both go home.
I showered and changed and they were sitting close together when I re-emerged. Kimo was looking at my damaged feet that I had covered in Band-Aids. He put a plate of eggs in front of me. He was sipping a cup of coffee and his arm went around the back of Mim’s chair.
“We’ve been talking.” Mim was all business. I had the distinct feeling that I was a naughty school kid about to be given the sentence of military school by his parents.
I looked longingly at the coffee cup Kimo held. He had forgotten to pour me some, but I did not want to get up and pour my own when Mim was enjoying her moment in the spotlight.
“Kimo and I have decided that there’s no reason to alter any of the arrangements that are going on in our lives.”
I looked at them both. “What does that mean, exactly?”
Kimo seemed to come out of whatever strange trance he was in and slid his coffee cup toward me. She was watching as I picked it up and took a healthy swig.
“Well, he gets to keep you, I get to keep Jessie, but to the outside world, we are a happy, loving, married couple. I am happy he’s found someone so willing to be of constant…service to Kimo—”
“I love Kimo.”
“Yes, I’m sure you think you do, dear.” Was Kimo going to let her keep talking to me like this? Apparently he was. His eyes were fixed on her. “But the point is this. Y
ou’re lovers. But Kimo and I are married. Whatever you do together is your business. Spend the whole night together if you wish. Now things are out in the open, I’m sure we’ll all feel happier. However, if you ever want to teach me a few more sexy tricks, I’m open to it.”
“I’ve forgotten most of them.” I felt sullen and hateful. I caught Kimo’s sly grin, which vanished in an instant.
“Well, I’m sure you know more than you care to admit and if you’d agree to share some tricks of the…trade, I’d be willing to keep turning a blind eye to the fact that my husband’s turned queer.”
Trade, eh? Queer? Boy, she was really something.
“I’ll have to think about it.” I didn’t want to lose Kimo, but I didn’t like the idea of having to give her sex lessons.
“In the meantime, I am open to another love fest with you both. Maybe a foursome with Jessie?”
The hopeful look in her eyes was revolting.
“I’d rather give you the sex tips.”
Kimo burst out laughing.
“One way or another, I always get my way.” Mim gave me a dramatic wink, gathered her belongings and hugged me. Kimo walked downstairs with her. I felt as if I was choking. I hated the threat of Mim wanting threesomes and foursomes. I hated thinking of having her show up whenever she felt like it.
I loved Kimo with all my heart, but I didn’t want things like this, with Mim disparaging me, but especially Kimo, holding her largesse over our heads.
I heard him come back in, but I didn’t make a move. I was about to cut off my own limbs by telling him I couldn’t do this. That it hurt me too much.
“Are you okay?” He was kneeling in front of me. He took my feet in his hands. “How could you let this happen? You have to dance tonight.”
“I wasn’t thinking.”
He moved away from me, to the overnight bag he always carried with him. He took out a small jar with special ointment he used on his own feet, which took a lot of damage from his solo dances.
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