"I honestly don't know what to say. You want to go fuck some dude you met at work? How am I supposed to react to that?" It was clear she was hurt, and Mia could see it.
"I didn't mean by myself!" she corrected. "I meant together. A threesome!"
Abby looked at her girlfriend as though she had two heads, two heads that were suggesting a completely foreign and ridiculous idea. Threesome?
screamed an alarming voice in Abby's head. With a guy?! What. The. Actual. Fuck?!
Mia could see her girlfriend was going to need some convincing. She broke out her most melodic, persuasive voice, the one sugar-coated with all the charm her slight southern twang could muster. "You're in college, hun! This is the time to be free, to experiment, to take risks! This is the time! Don't be a prude and miss out on something awesome. Just think, maybe you'll be writing this in your memoirs someday. Don't you want to have a salacious tale to tell?"
Salacious? Abby mused. Mia hardly ever used big words like that. She was definitely appealing to Abby’s deeply repressed thirst for adventure, the one quenched when they went climbing in Garden of the Gods or hiked to the top of Helen Hunt Falls.
"So, if I were to agree," Abby said skeptically, "and I’m not saying I will…how would it go down? Like he just comes over and then we do it? Are there rules? Are there protocols for this sort of thing?"
Mia giggled. "We invite him over, prob’ly have something to drink, and then let nature take its course. No rules or expectations. If it happens, fine, and if you don't like him, that's fine too."
"You mean you wouldn't go ahead and sleep with him anyway even if I didn't want to?"
"Of course not! This is for both of us. And trust me, he's getting a pretty sweet deal too! I just know you'll love him."
"What's his name?"
"It's Marcus," she said. "And he is hot. Just you wait and see!”
***
Sarah was hyped up on hormones and finding it hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel. "At least Spring seems to have forgotten us," she sighed out loud to her empty house. It was March, but there was still a layer of sloshy, melting snow all over her yard. She looked out the window at a brown female cardinal who had just landed in one of the evergreen bushes outside the front door. She looks as frustrated as I do about this crappy weather, Sarah sighed.
At least February is behind us though, she consoled herself, glancing at the calendar on the refrigerator as she walked back to the stove to retrieve her whistling tea pot. Her mother was on her way over to talk about Adam and Brandon’s wedding. She said she had a surprise for Sarah as well. My mother knows how much I hate surprises. Yet, she insists. She smiled and shook her head, just happy that her mother was coming over. I haven't hardly seen her since Dale came into the picture.
February had indeed been rough. James had gone away for two weeks of training in Texas, which was when she had inadvertently discovered he was soliciting women on an adult dating site. She had three or four days before his return to strategize how she would confront him. She waited until they were alone in the house and then calmly asked, "So, how's Vanessa?"
He looked at her with wide, blank eyes. "Who?"
Sarah nodded. "Oh, surely you haven't forgotten the pretty strawberry blonde that you met from AdultFriendFinder!" Her tone remained pleasant and measured. Looking back, she thought he should be
incredibly grateful that she wasn't hormone-fueled at the time of the confrontation.
He refused to say anything. Perhaps he was too stunned; perhaps he was pleading the fifth. In any case, Sarah was not about to let him off the hook. "Oh, you aren't going to admit to it?"
"I never met her," he finally said, his tone dismissive.
"No? I saw the text that said 'see you soon.'"
"Well, that doesn't mean it actually happened. Something came up for her at work and she called it off."
"Were you planning to tell me?" The emotion was finally bleeding through, coming out in a slight vibrato in her voice.
He collapsed in the armchair Sarah usually used for grading papers. He buried his head in his hands, which were laced together so tightly over his buzzed head that his knuckles began to turn white. Seeing him look so guilty and conflicted reminded her of the night he confessed he planned to propose to Maggie after promising he wouldn't make a decision until he returned from Afghanistan. And, like that night, Sarah wondered why she hadn't seen this coming, why, with as much experience as she had reading people she had allowed herself to be blindsided.
She had spent the few days before his return from Texas asking herself how she could have let this happen. She examined her own deficits to try to understand how James could betray her like this. At that point in time, she assumed they'd met and done the deed. That James was an adulterer.
But now he claimed he and Vanessa never met. She struggled to believe him. And yet, she waited for answers. They would hold the key to her willingness to trust he was telling the truth.
"I fucked up," James admitted, smearing his fingers across his cheeks so that he distorted his eyes and mouth. His skin was red from the pressure when he finally returned his hands to the armrests of the
chair. "This is in no way an excuse for what I did, but I was so upset for you, for me...for us...after the miscarriage. I started to fantasize about something...a distraction. I didn't think you were feeling particularly adventurous, but I was hoping, if I met someone, that we could both enjoy our time with her."
"Why doesn't your profile say that?” she pressed. “Your profile says you are a married guy looking to get some action on the side.”
"I thought it would be an easier sell," he explained.
She just didn't know. Wanting to trust and being able to are two different things entirely, she thought. The latter is almost entirely out of your control. "So how do I know you didn't meet and fuck this chick?"
He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. "Here," he said, handing it to her.
She wanted to not need proof. And even this - this was not proof. But he didn't know he was going to be held accountable, so it was possible he hadn't covered his tracks. She scrolled through the texts, all the way to the beginning where she read: My wife is amazing. She's a professor and author. Really smart and sexy. We just like having fun on our own from time to time.
Vanessa had responded: Sounds like a good arrangement! You're a lucky man.
And he had replied: Yes, very much so.
Moving toward the present time she saw where Vanessa had called off their meeting. James told her he was going to Texas for training and would be in contact when he returned. She responded: Okay, have fun! And that was it.
James looked at his wife expectantly. "Look, she's a cool lady. I think you'd like her. She's a DoD contractor and comes up to Ft. Meade all the time. That's where we were planning to meet. Just a casual lunch."
"So you really want a threesome?" Sarah asked.
James shrugged. "I guess? I don't know, Sarah. I don't want to hurt you or make you mad. I know that much."
His face brightened as he flashed his trademark smirk at her. "Don't you ever just feel like doing something different?” He could see she was still skeptical, so he elaborated. “Don't you miss the house parties and all the stuff you used to do? It’s a great distraction from real life, right?”
"Sometimes,” she sighed. “But lately I've felt the weight of the world resting on my shoulders. It's kind of hard to feel sexy when that's going on, you know?"
"I'm sorry I went behind your back," James apologized. "It was wrong of me. I should have talked to you about it first, but you have been so down and unlike yourself. I was hoping to bring back some of the Old Sarah I know and miss. I love you. I miss us. The way things used to be."
And that speech was why four days later, they were sitting in Dr. Kapoor's office scheduling their next round of IVF.
***
Abby wasn't sure there were enough booze in the world to make her comfortable with this situation. Mia
wasn't wrong about Marcus; he was hot. He was a tall, athletic-looking twenty-one-year-old with smooth, velvety brown skin and eyes like pools of melted chocolate. He had short dreadlocks springing off his head and a gold hoop earring in each ear. His voice was deep and sugary like molasses and he politely shook Abby's hand when they first met. "Pleased to make your acquaintance," he offered, as if he had just stepped out of 1884.
Mia giggled, "No need to be so formal. Geez, this is not a funeral. Did you bring the stuff?"
He nodded and produced a brown paper sack that contained a bottle of whiskey, one of rum, and one of wine. "I didn't know what you all liked, so I brought an assortment."
Abby almost cracked up at the term "assortment." He seemed so proper. "Do you go to school at UCCS?" she asked, trying to make conversation.
"I did, but I'm sitting out a year or so while I save some money up. Just took a job there at the restaurant with Mia. Pretty sweet tips!" He grinned, revealing perfectly straight teeth which practically glowed
white against his dark skin.
Mia had already cracked open the bottle of whiskey and swigged down a shot. "Whoo hoo! Let's get this party started!" she yelled at the top of her lungs. God help Mia’s roommate if he happens to come home now, Abby thought.
Marcus opened the wine, which was cheap and had a twist off lid instead of a corkscrew. Abby poured it into a glass from the cabinet and held it to her nose to sniff. "Oh, what do we have here?" Marcus continued grinning. "A wine connoisseur?"
Mia had already downed her second shot of whiskey, this time poured into a shot glass. No sooner had she finished swallowing did she erupt with giggles. No way she's drunk already, Abby thought. She’s just putting on a show.
"No, not so much,” Abby answered. “I just can't drink things that smell nasty!"
"Words to live by," Marcus agreed. He pulled a jug out of the refrigerator and poured himself a generous glass of berry punch and rum. He threw back about half the glass in one drink. "So now what?'
"Bring your drinks to my room," Mia directed. "And we'll let nature take its course."
Nature taking its course was what Abby was afraid of. At the rate Mia was going, it meant she'd be passed out within the next thirty minutes, and then it would be Abby's sole responsibility to entertain Marcus. She wasn’t comfortable with that eventuality. She drained her wine glass and poured another before following Mia and Marcus into the bedroom. Once she crossed the threshold, she drained that glass too, letting the alcohol begin to numb her sensibilities.
Mia motioned for her to lie down on the bed and she complied. Marcus slid her shirt over her head like he’d undressed a million women, nimbly and in one swift motion. Abby felt a little dizzy as she fell back against the pillows, her honey-colored hair fanning out around her. Mia tugged her yoga pants down and cast them to the floor. She wasn’t wearing any panties.
“Look at the beautiful pussy on my girlfriend,” Mia gushed. She wet her finger against her lips and then slid it up Abby’s labia to part them, revealing her pink rosebud of a clit.
“Damn,” Marcus approved. “I think I’d like to lick that.”
“Be my guest!” She briefly glanced at Abby, who didn’t object. Marcus had pulled off his shirt, revealing his compact body, which was rippling with muscles. Abby had never seen muscles that sculpted up close. James was muscular, but broader and thicker, not as cut. Marcus had a basketball player’s body: tall, lean, and strong. He looked like he could easily oscillate between quick spurts of energy and marathon-length endurance.
Marcus growled as he breathed in Abby’s scent. After he trailed the tip of his tongue up the slit between her lips, he moaned, “Delicious,” and then delved in for more. Abby had never had a man go down on her before. She’d never had a threesome. She’d never been with someone of a different race. Wow, I’m sure checking off a lot of boxes tonight, she thought, letting herself surrender to the wine.
“How does that feel?” Mia asked. She had stripped down, pressed her naked body against Abby’s and begun to playfully tease her nipples between her fingertips.
“Mmmm,” was all Abby could articulate. She felt like she should be doing something to someone else, but she was rather enjoying being the center of attention.
Finally Mia sat up and announced it was her turn. Abby thought she meant to be the receiver, but when she opened her eyes, she saw her lover nudging Marcus aside. She assumed the position between her girlfriend’s thighs, placing her tongue where his had just been. Marcus stood at the edge of the bed and eased his black Under Armour boxer briefs off his body. Abby had missed the sight of the tight bulge of his package showing through the thin spandex material, but she could not miss the way his cock sprung out from its fabric cage. That. Thing. Is. Huge. she thought, just staring at it in awe for a moment. He locked eyes with her and smirked, proud of the look spread across her face. It was one mixed of equal parts admiration and terror. He had seen that look before.
First, it was long, probably eight or more inches, she guesstimated, using her mental ruler. It was dark, much darker than his skin, with a lighter band an inch or two wide just under the glans. Second, it was thick, much thicker than she remembered Tyler’s cock being, and she couldn’t help but wonder how any earthly vagina could accommodate such an enormous tool. But, judging by his comfort level and masterful cunnilingus skills, this was not his first rodeo. It seemed obvious that somewhere along the line he’d found a willing and able woman.
He climbed onto the bed, inching toward Abby’s face on his knees, his cock reaching her much sooner than the rest of his body. She studied the dark, slick skin, the moisture that had gathered at the tip. A bead of it was sliding down his shaft, glistening under the soft lamplight coming from across the room. She could smell him: a musky, lustful scent that turned her on much more than she expected. Her body seemed to have a visceral response to it, or maybe Mia’s oral ministrations were about to send her flying over the edge.
He brushed the tip of his cock against her lips, urging her to open them, but seemingly mindful of her novice cocksucking status. Abby looked up at him with half-closed eyes, hoping she was communicating that he was right to go easy on her. She surveyed the monstrosity from up close, the now shiny black skin with two visibly protruding veins running up the shaft and the firm, round balls dotted with tightly coiled tufts of black hair.
Taking in another breath of his scent, she opened her mouth and allowed him passage, wrapping her lips around his girth as skilfully as she was able. She tried to keep from pressing her teeth into the sides of him, but he was nearly too wide to avoid scraping against them. She tilted her head back, attempting to open her throat, but even then, she could only swallow a few inches before she felt as though she might choke.
After a few moments of this, Marcus seemed to be losing his patience. But he was kind, and smoothed his long fingers against Abby’s cheek. “You look really sexy with a cock in your mouth,” he assured her.
He moved, sliding down the bed so that he could plant his knees directly behind Mia, who was still feasting on Abby’s pussy. He ripped open a package of condoms he’d strategically left at the end of the bed, and Abby watched him unroll one onto his cock. Mia seemed to anticipate what was going to happen next and she arched her back, pushing her ass out to receive him.
Any of Abby’s doubts about a vagina being able to accommodate his extraordinary size were soon dispelled. He eased in the tip, steadied himself by gripping Mia’s ample hips and then inch by inch slid himself inside her, causing her to gasp and break contact with Abby’s throbbing clit.
Abby had never watched two people having sex before, and what a vantage point she had with her head propped up on two pillows. For a few moments as Mia struggled to acclimate to the deep penetration, she was unable to give her attention to her lover’s wanting pussy. Abby watched her face clench with the intensity, high-pitched screams uncontrollably escaping her lips. “Oh, god, Marcus!” she shouted and Abby wondered if the
neighbors would know his name by the end of the night.
He smacked her ass with his hand flat, making a sharp stinging sound that reverberated in Abby’s alcohol-sloshed ears. God, he’s really fucking her hard, she thought as Mia began to resume paying attention to her clit. She suddenly wondered what it felt like to be on the receiving end. If she would be able to handle it.
Just thinking about it, imagining that slick, dark, condom-sheathed cock sliding in and out of her caused her body to explode under Mia’s tongue. She felt the waves rolling through her like the aftershocks of a tsunami breaking hard against the shore. Her pelvis bucked under Mia’s mouth when she could no longer tolerate any pressure against her swollen, pulsating clit.
Mia took the hint and backed away. She had already come three times and was working on the fourth when Marcus quickened the tempo once again. He was pumping his cock into her like a machine, every muscle in his body flexed and poised for his release. She saw his abs tighten as his fingernails dug into the fleshy sides of Mia’s ass, his tongue hanging out of his mouth, and his face contorted. She knew he was about to erupt.
As if on cue, he pulled out and ripped the condom off just in time for his cock to spurt three long, thick ribbons of pearly white man milk onto Mia’s shapely, round ass and up onto her lower back, striking her tramp stamp tattoo. Target practice, she mused. Abby had never seen such a display. Tyler had always worn a condom and always came inside it. She had no idea what a steamy load of ejaculate looked like in glistening puddles against creamy ivory and brightly tattooed skin.
She grabbed a towel and cleaned her lover up. Mia looked completely spent, a happy, giddy smile spread across her face. Abby wouldn’t get her chance to find out if she was capable of handling what Marcus had to offer. But she felt like she had crossed more than enough items off her sexual bucket list for one night.
***
Sarah was reeling. James had just left again for a few more days away from home, courtesy of the U.S. Army, and she was due to have the embryo transfer. Rachel had agreed to meet her at the doctor’s office. Sarah was so angry, she was close to cancelling her appointment, but she was trying to be calm and reasonable before completely losing it.
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