“Hello?” The familiarity of Jade’s voice brought a moment of nostalgia.
“Hi, Jade. How have you been?” She could hear her friend stuttering as she checked the caller ID to ensure she wasn't talking to a ghost.
“Why, hello there, Miss Caribbean Queen. I was beginning to think you lost my number or something. But never mind that; how are you doing?”
Sally smiled at her friend's enthusiasm, “I'm... doing fine. Been a bit busy with work and all...”
“What!” exclaimed Jade. “Work? Is that all you can think about? I thought for sure you'd be snuggling up with some sexy sugar muffin by now.”
Sally stifled a grin, acknowledging that Jade was still Jade, “Well actually, I did meet a guy...”
“And!” Jade prompted excitedly and in a prurient tone.
Sally poured her heart out. She divulged every dripping detail, revealing all the occasions in which Desmond had rocked her world, and how she had messed up. She told Jade of her attraction to Mike, and how confused she was. Jade listened attentively, glued to each word like the good friend she was.
“Ooohhh, Sweetie, I wish I could help you out. That's a tough pickle you’re in. He must be... pretty special. It's really not like you to lose composure over a man.”
“I know. It's just that, since he and I stopped talking, I've really been feeling... the itch. God, what I wouldn't do for a good sausage right now.”
Jade laughed, “Dear, you're not fully using your head. Men have evolved to the point where they are portable, can fit in your purse, and run on batteries; always there when you need them, if you know what I mean.”
“Yeah, I know. But quite frankly, I'm in the mood for the real thing.”
“You know, I always fancied you for a sexually conservative woman. I'm not judging though. Look, this is just one of those things you'll just have to work through your system; unleash yourself as you deem fit. After all, you only live once. No point depriving yourself of what you truly want. If this man makes you happy, play up.”
“So you're saying I shouldn't wait?”
“Quite so.” A pause ensued.
“Thanks, Jade. I think I'll pay Desmond a little visit.”
After a few witty comments and word play, the ladies hung up.
I can’t stand this any more. I have to know what’s going on. Sally resolved to find out.
Chapter 7
“Well, you sure look busy. Or are you just trying to impress old Cobbs?” Sandra looked at Sally, who was looking frazzled after a long day. Sally had been very busy perfecting the design for a new beach-wear swimsuit with floral patterns, and it had eaten up more of her strength than anticipated. With a look of total exhaustion, Sally looked up at Sandra, and blew a strand of hair from in front her face:
“Oh, hi, Sandra. No, I just really want to get this load off my chest. This piece ought to be the last of my work worries.”
“Well good for you. But try to take it easy. You wouldn't want to end up like Desmond, now would you?”
On hearing Desmond's name, Sally perked up. “You've heard from him? How is he?”
“As sick as a dog as far as I can tell. Poor thing had to take a few days off. Anyway, are you coming to the party tonight?”
Sandra and Gloria had been introducing Sally to new places, foods, and things during her hiatus from Desmond. Their last trip had been to the Coronation market, whose authentic, rural, and cultural flare had impressed Sally. Traversing the streets, using the local buses had also been interesting and lots of fun.
“I can’t. tonight. Sorry. Maybe next time.”
“You’ll be missing out on a good time!”
“I know. I’m just so tired. Weren't you the one who said there's a party in Jamaica every day of the week?”
Sandra laughed, “Yep, I did say that. All right. I'll let you get back to work then. But next week we are going to that all-inclusive beach party.”
Sally smiled. “All right, Sandra. See you tomorrow!”
With that, Sandra took her leave. Sally looked at her desk, lost in thought. She began tapping her finger. “Hmm. So he's been sick... Then maybe...” Sally then picked up the phone and dialed. The phone rang three times before it was answered. “Hi, Desmond. How are you feeling?”
Desmond coughed twice, “Oh, hi, Sally. I'm a bit under the weather.” He coughed loudly again. “This flu is tearing me up. I told Cobbs that I won't be in for a few days.”
“I heard. Well, I hope you get better soon. Maybe I should come over and... take care of you.” She lowered her voice to induce its suggestive nature.”
“Um, uh, no. That's not necessary. I don't want to make you sick as well, and I'm sure I'll recover shortly... But I do miss you.” There was another cough. “Look, I have to go. I'll call you later, okay?”
“Okay, Desmond. Get well. See you soon.” They hung up. “Well at least we're on speaking terms. Still...”
Finally, Sally left work. She stopped by a fruit vendor and purchased a dozen water apples, which were, at times, abundant on the island. When she got home, she took a shower and began sinking her teeth into a water apple. As it so often did, her mind turned to Desmond.
“That is it! I've had it. I'm going straight over there.” With her mind made up, Sally took care with her make-up, and dressed as alluringly as she could manage in tight shorts and t-shirt. As Sally rode in the taxi headed for Desmond's place, a montage of her escapades with Desmond ran through her mind. In the span of her twenty-minute journey, Sally relived all the times Desmond had been inside her. One occasion came to mind.
“My interest stays with you,” Desmond had said as they lay naked, next to each other. “All the men you've been with before are fools to have let you go; you're an empress in my eyes. The most important thing to me is to unlock your satisfaction, that is a joy to me. Don't ever stray.”
Jumping out of the taxi, Sally felt more resolved. Desmond was a great guy. He and Mike were in a class of their own compared to any other men she had come across. She felt lucky that she had captured the imagination of one of them. And he had certainly captured hers!
Sally walked up to the door and took out the key Desmond had given her. She opened the door and slowly entered, intending to surprise him.
As she tip-toed through the house, making her way to the bedroom, Sally could swear she heard voices. As she drew closer, the voices grew louder, until finally they were crystal clear. Wanting to believe Desmond was watching an X-rated film, Sally cracked open the bedroom door. Peering in, she gasped.
There, on the floor, was Desmond pounding breathlessly away at some skinny woman from behind. He had her in doggy-style position, her head pressed to the ground and her ass jiggling in the air. Sally watched weakly as Desmond's cock moved in and out of the other woman, and listened to her erotic moaning:
“God, Desmond!” shouted the familiar voice of the girl, “you're so big!”
Sally entered the room and stood, white-faced, gaping. The wind was knocked out of her.
“Desmond!” she cried.
Desmond turned suddenly, and saw her there. His eyes were wild and wide. Awkwardly, he and the girl jumped up “You're screwing Mr. Cobbs' secretary! “Sally screamed stupidly. “How could you!” The revelation that he wasn't even sick came as an after thought.
Natasha, the secretary, looked at Desmond and Sally and realized she had gotten caught up in quite a mess, “I-I think I should leave.”
As Natasha made her way toward the door, Desmond grabbed her hand but quickly let it go once he realized what his priority now was. Desmond and Sally stood facing each other, alone in the room.
Tears sprung to Sally's eyes. “I... can't believe you would betray me like this.”
Desmond averted his eyes. “A Jamaican man with several women is nothing new, Sally. Besides, you kind of started this. Maybe Mike can bring you some comfort...”
“So that's what this is about? Desmond So what if I like both of you. You're the one I le
t fuck me.” There was a long uncomfortable silence. “You know, maybe that was the real mistake.”
As Sally turned to go, Desmond grabbed her arm. “Wait,” he cried. “You... really didn't sleep with Mike?”
Sally glanced at his large and still erect penis and sighed, “No, Desmond, I didn't. But maybe I should have... Goodbye.”
With that, she left, leaving Desmond to contend with his torrential thoughts.
Chapter 8
“Hurry up and put it in your mouth.” Sally snapped out of her daydream to find Gloria and Sandra staring at her.
“Hurry, before it melts,” Gloria repeated, staring at the ice cream that was melting in Sally's hand. She and Sandra then watched as Sally tried to rescue the avalanching Pistachio cream.
“Saved,” said Sally as she devoured the side of the ice cream.
“If you say so,” replied Sandra. “What's going on in that head of yours? Are you okay?”
Sally nodded her head wearily, “I'm fine. Maybe just a little bit home sick...”
“Is this about you moving back to the United Kingdom?” Sandra inquired.
“It's not. And don't make it sound so definite. I still haven't made up my mind.”
“True. But we'd hate to see you leave. At the very least let us set you up with a nice booty call before you go.” All three ladies laughed.
“Thanks. But I've kind of already had my share since I've been here.” These words sent Gloria and Sandra into a frenzy.
“Well, who is he?” Gloria burst out. “Is he someone we know? Tell us every detail!”
Sally smirked. “I can't get into that just yet. But trust me, if I do decide to move back home, I'll definitely spill the beans before I go.”
“We're going to hold you to that,” Sandra smiled.
*
When Sally got home she decided to shower. While the shower drenched her naked body with warm water, Sally could have sworn she heard something click inside the living room. It must be the air conditioner, she thought. Finished her shower, she shuffled into the bedroom and wrapped herself in a pink robe.
Sally moved through the room humming a nice little English tune from her childhood. She took no notice of the figure that was watching her waltz around. Finally, she heard someone clear their throat. Sally turned swiftly in fright, screaming, “Who’s there?”
“Calm down, Sally, it’s okay,” came the reply.
“Desmond? What are you doing here?”
He shrugged. “If you can come into my house unannounced, then surely I can do the same. And before you say we should take back our keys, let me just say, I'm just here to apologize and set things right.” Desmond held up his hands in surrender.
Sally, who knew Desmond well enough to know that he meant well, tried to steady herself and her runaway heart. “I don't think I'm ready, Desmond. Don't piss me off with insincere gestures. For your well being and mine, just go home.”
“Not until you hear my solution.”
Sally sighed, holding up the towel, “Which is?”
“I'll get to that. But first I just want to say... I'm sorry. I mean it. I crossed the line, and for that, I am truly, deeply sorry.”
Sally gauged the authenticity of his apology and decided she wasn't going to make this easy for him.
“Fine. You've apologized. Are you finished now?”
“Not quite. There's still this...” Desmond turned to look into the hallway. “You can come out now.” he called out.
Sally was thunderstruck. Desmond had brought someone with him? She felt her heart race again as she wondered who it could be. Finally, a figure emerged. “Hello, Sally.”
“M-Mike?” Sally stuttered as she saw Mike standing next to Desmond. “Why are you here?”
“I told you,” Desmond declared, “I have a solution. He's it.”
“W-What do you mean?”
“It's simple really. The only way we'll rectify my cheating on you is if you have sex with Mike.”
Sally could hardly believe her ears, “You... you can't be serious.”
But when she saw Mike unbuttoning his shirt, she knew this was for real. Mike removed his top, moved over to Sally, and slipped her robe slowly over her shoulders. His eyes roamed her body appreciatively. Sliding her robe down her arms he stood back a little. She blushed as he stared at her nakedness.
“Desmond told me everything,” Mike explained. “He called in a favor, and though I thought he was joking at first, I was happy to help out. I told you I had a thing for you.”
Mike lowered his head and planted a kiss on her lips. Sally's body tingled. He then hoisted her into his arms and led her to the bedroom. Desmond followed. Mike lay Sally on the bed. She was still too overcome to speak. Mike slowly unbuckled and shimmied out of his jeans. At this point, Sally saw Desmond preparing to leave.
“Wait. Where are you going?” she asked, bewildered.
Desmond ran his hand over his head, “This is your fantasy. I think I'll stay out of it. Have fun.” He made for the door.
“No, don't,” Sally found herself calling after him. She really cared about Desmond and didn't want this to be about revenge. “Stay,” she cried. “I want you... to be a part of it.” She could feel her cheeks burning at the thought of what she was suggesting.
Desmond looked at her tenderly, his resignation dissolving. He smiled, “Well, if that's what you want. Shucking off his clothes, he joined the other two on the bed.
Sally lay on her back. She closed her eyed as both men sucked on her hard nipples. She could feel Mike fingering her pussy, and she could feel herself getting wet very fast. Before she knew it, Desmond had removed himself from her breast and lowered his head. He began feasting on the sticky nectar flowing from within her. Sally bit her lip; she could feel Desmond's powerful tongue penetrating her core. She held his head firmly. His tongue was adoring her soft petals, round and round. Then it rolled around to lightly lick her clit. Sally’s body arched in pleasure. Desmond was lapping at her skin all over her body, his hands massaging her thighs. “Aaaahhhhh!”
As Sally opened her eyes, she saw Mike positioned next to her own head, his huge cock dangling next to her face. She grabbed onto it instantly. At first, she stroked it, up and down, running her fingers over it, watching it grow bigger and bigger. She heard him groaning wildly. She placed it inside her mouth, running her tongue around the opening and around its crown. He gripped her head and began thrusting gently in and out of her mouth. She loved his rigidness, imagined it inside of her, and knew she would feel it soon enough. In the meantime, Sally played with Mike's balls as she swallowed him whole, while Desmond tickled her clit with his tongue. The sensation was over-powering.
“No more,” Sally rasped as she took Mike's cock out her mouth and began jerking him off. “Please... put it inside me.”
With that, Mike and Desmond changed positions. They positioned Sally on her hands and knees. Mike then entered Sally from behind while Desmond shoved his cock in her mouth. Both men began working their hips. She was sandwiched between two large cocks; thoroughly enjoying it. It would be a lie to say she hadn't daydreamed about this exact. scenario.
Sally felt her body burning and exploding. She was covered in a wave of ecstasy and pleasure. Her pussy was being penetrated with great vigor; her senses screamed in utter delight. Was it legal to be this happy; to be this fully turned on. Sally looked up at Desmond, who was holding her head as he inserted his penis. She made a muffled attempt to say something.
“What was that?” asked Desmond. He smirked. “You shouldn't talk with your mouth full.” He removed his cock to hear speech and panting.
“I was saying... that I think I love you.”
Desmond chuckled, “Well, I think I love you too.” He then re-inserted himself into her mouth.
Changing positions again, Desmond lay on his back while Sally mounted him so that her breast was against his chest and her ass was kept high. Mike entered her rear. Sally rejoiced as she felt the two manly
men fill both her holes. She grew wild with every thrust inside her. She bounced her ass up, down, forward, and back, all so that she could feel every inch of their magical cocks. Sally felt enchanted.
“Oh God, yes!” she whispered, “Fuck me harder. Fill me up. Don't stop.”
The men continued grinding her ass and pussy, until finally, Desmond wrapped his arms around Sally's back. He held her tight as he flooded her with a huge burst of love juices. She felt its warmth filling her vagina. Not long afterward, she sensed Mike's pace increase as he hammered her behind. With heavy panting, Mike gripped her cheeks as he flooded her with himself. He then fell in the bed, drained in the best of ways.
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