Accidental Foursome

by Daisy Dexter Dobbs

  After ending the call, Polly got out of the car and walked the block to the health club her husband and his brother George owned. She felt saucy and sexy in her new white cotton halter sundress, pleased with the way it showed off her toned arms and legs. Nick called it her Marilyn Monroe dress because it reminded him of the one the star wore in The Seven Year Itch. Polly’s ridiculously expensive mules with four-inch heels made it damned near impossible to walk, but offered the perfect enhancement to her outfit.

  Waving and offering little greetings as she waded through the sea of beautiful bodies working out at the club, Polly found she wasn’t nearly as intimidated as when she’d first joined and Nick was assigned as her personal trainer. Back then she’d felt like a pudgy blob with about as much tone and definition as a bucket of grape jelly. While she’d never be a single-digit-sized woman, at least now she felt comfortable in her full body. Nikolas certainly knew how to pump up her ego by telling her she looked like a cross between Marilyn Monroe and Jayne Mansfield—except with red hair and muscle definition.

  With that pleasing thought bringing a smile to her lips, Polly climbed the stairs and turned the corner into the alcove where her husband’s office was located. She reached for the doorknob, pausing when she heard the distinct sound of a female on the make.

  “Oh, come on, Nicky,” the woman’s voice cooed. “Polly would never have to know. She’s certainly not going to hear it from us.”

  As she sucked in a gasp, Polly heard two women giggling.

  “Now, Amanda.” The sound of her husband’s rich, rolling Mediterranean accent tinged with laughter was unmistakable. “You and Andrea know better than that. I told you before that I’m a happily married man.”

  Polly’s eyebrows rose sharply. The Sabatini sisters! Amanda Sabatini had been dying to get her hands on Nick since before Polly and Nick got married. She had the annoying habit of calling Nick Hercules and finding frequent excuses to touch him. The thought had Polly’s pulse stamping out a flamenco dance in her ears.

  “And I’ll be married in a few days.” The other voice belonged to George.

  Those size-zero sisters were after her husband and brother-in-law! Polly yearned to burst in and give them a couple of good swift kicks in their bony, man-hungry little cunts but then curiosity got the better of her and she decided to listen a while longer—just to see how the little scene played out. It wasn’t as if she were eavesdropping or anything. Well, okay, so what if it was? This was a matter of dire urgency! Besides, if the blinds were drawn, the Sabatini sisters had most likely locked the door too.

  “Well that sounds perfect, boys,” Amanda said. “Andrea and I can give Georgie here a bachelor party sendoff he’ll never forget.”

  “And what’s good for the groom is good for the best man,” Andrea added.

  “It’s not that we’re not very flattered,” Nick said. Polly had learned to tell the difference because George’s voice was slightly more nasal. “Or that we don’t think you’re both lovely, but we’re just not—”

  “When’s the last time you and George had your hands on a pair of tits like this,” Amanda interrupted.

  “Or this,” Andrea purred.

  Polly’s jaw dropped when she realized the sluts were showing off their humongous fake breasts. They had to be fake because women their anemic size didn’t come outfitted naturally with cantaloupe-sized breasts. Bitches!

  There was a prolonged silence. What the hell was happening in there? Were Nick and George looking at the Sabatini sisters’ big plastic tits? Polly rolled her eyes and tsked. Well of course they were. Nick and George were good, faithful men but they were still human. The more important question was…were they touching them? Maybe they were sneaking a little tweak. A little beep. Just one little honk.

  Aacckk!

  No. They would never do that…would they? No! Of course not!

  With her pulse beating faster by the second Polly tiptoed back through the small alcove to the main walkway overlooking the first floor workout room. After a quick glance left and right to make sure no one was coming, she sidled over to the edge of the office window, doing her best to peek through the drawn blinds. If she could just get one tiny glimpse…

  “We guarantee it would be the best damn sex either of you have ever had,” Amanda, the whoring slut said. “Every groom and best man should engage in a sizzling hot foursome before getting hogtied.” The sisters laughed.

  “My pussy’s getting all wet just thinking about it,” Andrea, the sleazy fuck-happy bitch added. Polly could picture her with her hands between her legs, rubbing herself for George’s benefit.

  “The gym is full of attractive, single men who would be honored to take you up on your generous offer, ladies,” George said. “But as tempting as your proposal is, I’m afraid Nick and I simply can’t accept.”

  Way to go, George! Polly expelled a sigh of relief.

  “We’re just a couple of faithful old dogs,” Nick added with a chuckle and Polly grinned. My hero!

  “Bullshit. I know you want me, Nick. I’ve seen the way you’ve looked at me. Are you going to tell me that Polly’s chunky little body could ever begin to compare to mine?”

  Chunky! Polly’s jaw dropped again. Well, at least Amanda said she was little. Then Polly heard something that sounded like clothes being shrugged off.

  “Take a look at what you’d be missing, Nicky,” Amanda purred. “That juice running down my leg is because of you, Hercules. Come on. I’ll give you a blowjob right here. Right now. On the desk or on the floor. However you want it. Our little secret. Polly and George’s fiancée will never find out.”

  “Get off me, Amanda,” Nick said, his voice sounding firm but a bit raspy.

  Off me? Off me? The bitch was straddling her husband. Or she was wrapped around him. Or she was clinging to his neck with her legs wrapped around his waist. Or she was… Polly doubled her efforts to sneak a peek into the office, to no avail. She tried sucking in a deep breath but she could barely breathe.

  The treadmill. That’s what Polly would do, she’d tamper with Amanda’s favorite treadmill so it would go berserk and send Amanda and her cantaloupes flying off at a hundred miles per hour. No, the sauna. That would be even better. She’d fix it so Amanda’s melons would burst from getting roasted in the locked sauna. Or maybe she should just run over the brazen bitch with her car. Oops! Polly’s expression turned decidedly wicked.

  “You’re making a big mistake, Nick,” Amanda said, her voice huffy as the sound of clothing being put back on accompanied it. “Mark my words, one day you’ll come around, after you get tired of fucking your fat wife. Come on, Andrea. We’ve got better things to do.”

  Polly’s eyes widened. She couldn’t let the Sabatini sisters catch her spying on her husband. The broom closet! She turned and reached for the doorknob of the room on the opposite wall of the alcove where the maintenance crew kept their supplies. Damn! It was locked. With her heart about to leap out of her throat, Polly scooted further down the short hallway to the only other possible place she could escape. The men’s room. She pushed open the door and slipped inside.

  Once she caught her breath she inched the door open a crack so she could hear what was going on. As soon as the Sabatini bitches left and headed down the stairs, she’d let herself out and go to Nick’s office. A moment later their muffled chatter caught her attention. As soon as she heard their footsteps on the stairs she breathed a sigh of relief.

  “Well that was an experience,” George said, just as Polly was about to haul the door open.

  Nick chuckled. “Those horny sisters just won’t take no for an answer.”

  Polly panicked when she realized their voices were getting closer. They were heading for the men’s room! She looked around at the row of urinals and the two stalls and raced for the nearest stall, locking it behind her. Amazed that the human heart could pump so fast, she climbed onto the toilet seat and scrunched down so the top of her head wouldn’t be visible.

 
The next sound she heard was twin streams of pee being expelled and she cringed.

  “You going to tell Polly about it?” George asked.

  “No reason to. She’d just get upset.”

  “Before or after she disemboweled Amanda?” The brothers laughed.

  And that’s when one of Polly’s laughably pricy, totally impractical heels slid off the toilet seat and onto the tiled floor. “Woooo!” She clapped her hand over her mouth as soon as the unintentional yelp left it and then struggled to regain her balance before the other shoe slipped. But the damage was already done. She eased her foot back up to the seat and chanted a silent prayer that the brothers had been too busy peeing and talking to notice.

  “Polly?” Nick said incredulously. “Polly, is that you?”

  How the hell could he possibly know it was her just from that one little yelp?

  “No,” Polly said in her deepest baritone. “Name’s Bob.”

  “Well isn’t that amazing, George?” Nick said. “Bob has a pair of high heels exactly like my wife’s.” He and George laughed, and then they knocked on the stall door.

  Damn.

  “Kukla mu,” Nick said, using the affectionate Greek term for my doll, “what are you doing in there?”

  “I…uh…had to go to the bathroom?”

  “But the women’s bathroom is down the hall on the other side of my office.”

  “Oh yeah, well I had to pee really bad and couldn’t make it that far.”

  “Or maybe she got lost,” George offered, and Polly rolled her eyes as she caught sight of his snicker through the narrow space on the hinged side of the door.

  “Or maybe she was listening outside my office,” Nick said.

  Polly sucked in an audible gasp of indignation. “I did no such thing.”

  “So why are you hiding?” George said.

  “I am not hiding. I was just going to the bathroom.”

  “While you’re standing on the toilet seat?” Nick said.

  “Everybody knows it’s not sanitary to sit on the seats.”

  “Come out of there, sweetheart,” Nick said.

  Clearly defeated, Polly eased her way down from her toilet seat perch and unlatched the door. She felt her cheeks flush as she came face to face with the grinning twins dressed in their gym shorts and tank tops.

  “I wasn’t spying on you, if that’s what you were thinking. When I arrived at your office I couldn’t help overhearing what was going on, that’s all. I only listened for a few seconds.”

  “Uh-huh.” George nudged his brother with an elbow. “She wanted to see if we’d take the Sabatini sisters up on their offer.”

  Nick closed the distance between himself and Polly, clasping her arms with his large hands and pinning her with his gaze. ““She knows better than that, don’t you, Polly?”

  Polly nodded. “That’s why Helen and I love you two so much. Because you’re good men.”

  “Damn.” Nick looked disappointed. “And here I thought it was because we’re hot.” He and George flexed their impressive pectorals for effect and Polly grinned.

  “Well, that too.” She laughed. “And speaking of hot,” she sped ahead, “you guys don’t have to feel bad about not being able to participate in a foursome with those skinny, obviously fake-titted Sabatini sluts because Helen and I are planning a fantasy foursome so hot you’ll be in danger of incinerating.” She broadcast a wide grin, wondering how she’d managed to get herself—and Helen—into this fix.

  “Trust me, kukla mu, we don’t feel bad. The Sabatini sisters can’t even begin to compare to the beauty of our women.” Nick pulled Polly into a firm embrace. “But I’m very glad to hear about your plans for our foursome.” She felt the clear indication of his interest nestled against her belly.

  “Me too,” George said. “But I’m surprised because last night Helen said she didn’t think she was ready.”

  “Oh…uh…it was supposed to be a surprise,” Polly said quickly. “So, um, please don’t call and tell her that I’ve spoiled it, okay?”

  “Sure.” George shrugged. “So when and where do we do it?”

  Nick eased his hold and Polly took a step back, her thoughts racing. “Eh…on the second week of your honeymoon,” she said. “Nick and I will take the ferry over to the island of Santorini where you and Helen will be staying and we’ll all have a fabulous, fun, hot and steamy… Well, since the term is French I guess it would be a ménage à quatre.” She jiggled her eyebrows and smiled as she watched the brothers all but drool. “We’ll make it an all-day affair,” she tacked on as the twins happily nudged each other. “Out on the secluded terrace of your honeymoon villa,” she added, burying herself even further, but loving the look of eager expectation in the brothers’ eyes. “Naked under the summer sun of Santorini by day and sliding all over each other under the stars.”

  “So we’re going to get to see you and Helen getting sexy with each other?” George said.

  Polly looked him straight in the eye and without hesitation said, “Well of course. What would a foursome be without that?”

  ———

  “Helen? I’ve got good news and bad news,” Polly said into her cell phone after she and Nick had finished their lunch and she was back in her car. “First the good news. My husband and your groom-to-be are loving, faithful men who wouldn’t dream of cheating on us even if a pair of naked skinny-bitch sisters threw themselves at them promising a hot and heavy foursome to serve as a bachelor party to end all bachelor parties.” Polly waited through the ensuing silence.

  “Well,” Helen finally said. “That’s good to hear.”

  Polly sucked in a deep breath. “Okay, here’s the bad news—”

  “Um, I think I already know what it is, Polly.”

  Chapter Five

  As she stood amidst tantalizing scents and exquisite visuals of impossibly intricate chocolate creations, Polly thought, surely, this must be a tiny glimpse of a chocoholic’s heaven.

  “If I died right now I’d die a happy woman,” she muttered to herself.

  “I’d recognize that voice and those sentiments anywhere.”

  Snapping herself out of her chocolate reverie, Polly turned to see a cute bubbly blonde advancing on her with open arms. “Helen!” She grabbed the woman and they hugged. “You look just the way I pictured you from George’s description, although you don’t fit your own description much at all.” Polly tsked and shook her head. “Short, blonde and fat, indeed.”

  “What?” Looking down at her ample curves Helen made a slow pirouette and then shrugged. “Where’s the discrepancy?”

  “Helen, you are not fat. You’re gorgeous. Just like George said.”

  “Oh yeah, and what about you, hmm? I expected a tugboat the way you described yourself, Polly. Tall, auburn and chunky. Hah! It’s a good thing George told me what you really looked like.”

  Polly laughed. “There’s nothing like being in the company of another woman with body image issues. No wonder we relate so well. And now that we’re about to become sisters-in law, I expect you to spill your guts, woman and tell me your secret.”

  “Secret?” Helen looked baffled. “Oh, you mean how I landed a handsome hunk like George? Because, trust me, Polly, I haven’t a clue. I’m still trying to figure that one out myself.” Her lips twisted into a self-deprecating smirk.

  “No, silly.” Polly gave Helen’s arm a playful whap. “I want to know how the hell you don’t weigh eight hundred pounds being the owner of a chocolate shop.”

  “Oh, that.” Helen grinned. “It was murder at first because I ate half the stuff I created, but after a few months of steeping myself in chocolate I became sort of anesthetized, you know?”

  “No.”

  Laughing, Helen hiked her thumb toward the ceiling. “My apartment’s upstairs. Every room is permeated with the scent of chocolate, Polly. When you’re around the smell day and night you get used to it. In fact, sometimes it really gets to me and I just want to escape from the smel
l because I get so sick of it.”

  Polly’s jaw dropped. “I would love to have a chance to be around chocolate so much that I actually got sick of it. That’s my dream, Helen!”

  “Well in that case, it looks like I can fulfill your dream. Are you busy for the next few hours?”

  “No, Nick’s with George for the final fitting of their wedding clothes. Why?”

  Helen pointed her finger at Polly. “Don’t move a muscle.” She disappeared into the backroom and was back in a moment thrusting a white chef-style jacket at Polly. “Tula called in sick today and I’ve got a huge order to get ready. I’m putting you to work.”

  “I’m more than glad to help, but I don’t have much experience making chocolates, Helen. What if I screw up?”

  Helen gave a dismissive wave of her hand. “You’re a caterer, Polly, how bad can you be?” And then her lip curved into a wicked smile. “Did I mention that you get to eat all your mistakes?”

  Polly had the jacket on and buttoned in the blink of an eye. “Glad to be of service.” Saluting, she smiled and licked her lips as Helen led her to the candy kitchen.

  “I’m so glad you’re here, Polly,” Helen said, excited at the prospect of having the affable woman as a member of her new family. “We’ve gotten to know each other so well just by talking on the phone these past few months and we have so much in common that I almost think of you as a sister.”

  “I feel the same way,” Polly said slipping her hands into the thin plastic gloves Helen gave her.

  “I never would have met George, or you for that matter, if I hadn’t moved to Greece.” Scooping a huge wad of chocolate ganache from a pan, Helen slapped it onto the marble table in front of Polly and then did the same for herself.

  “I’ve been wondering about that. What brought you out here, Helen? Do you have family living here?”

  “No. The only family left, although we’re not technically family anymore, is my ex, Herbie, and he’s back in Wisconsin. My parents came to Greece for their honeymoon and fell in love with it. They always talked about coming back one day, maybe even to retire here. I loved Milwaukee, lived there all my life but about five years ago—after Mom and Dad died in a car crash and then Herbie and I got our divorce—I needed a change.” Helen demonstrated how to section, weigh and roll the chocolate into balls as she talked. “Mom made Greece sound almost like a fairytale world, with picturesque scenery, charming townspeople and wonderful little tavernas and cafés. So I figured, what the heck.” Helen shrugged.