watching january

by Kamilla Murphy

  “You really are quite a man. I know you didn’t figure on me, and while most straight men lose their piqued curiosity as soon as their sphincter is penetrated, you took everything in stride. Part of me wishes we could have something long-term.” She saw the look on my face. “I know, I know, it won’t happen. You gave yourself to me tonight and I’ll always remember you… you handsome, well-hung devil. Now you need to take care of that wife of yours if she’s as hot as the gals say she is.”

  After we cleaned up, and well into the early morning all the guests except Carolyn and me got dressed and went home. I took the sofa without complaint while Carolyn and Nadine went to bed together. They weren’t done, it seemed, since I overheard many orgasmic sounds from the bedroom. I fell asleep with images of Jackie in my brain—and a hard-on that would have to wait. I was exhausted.

  The morning was awkward. I had coffee with the two women and speculated about how I’d go home without making a scene. Nadine said she’d call Griffin and tell him when I was leaving so we wouldn’t run into each other either here or at my house.

  I drove around a while, contemplating what’s been happening until I approached our driveway and knew the coast was clear. My contemplation centered not on my evening but on Jan’s. Did her date provide the magic she wanted? As always, my thoughts were on her happiness. I saw how they were with each other and if love blossomed I would deal with it. Jan came first.

  She was waiting for me at the door, wearing an unbelted robe that let me know she was naked underneath. Her glow as well as the parts of her I saw as hints under the robe turned me on tremendously. I picked her up in my arms and told her I wanted her. After the initial surprise she responded in the way I’d hoped. I carried her to our bed, unperturbed by its soiled overnight use. We professed our love anew as I easily entered her well-lubricated vagina. There was no need for pillow talk. Our lovemaking was at a relaxed pace, and she came a few times before I did.

  Later I’d ask how her night went, but for now this was heaven.

  Chapter 17

  Jan

  “I’m in love with two men and I don’t know what to do.” I thought it once, before I said it aloud to Roger. I was worried about his reaction, especially using the ‘L’ word for the first time regarding Griffin. I shouldn’t have been worried.

  “I always knew it was inevitable,” he said.

  We were snuggled together in bed following what was a wonderful lovemaking session. Up until now we hadn’t spoken about last night and what each of us experienced. I remembered Heather’s reaction to what she described as an “orgy” at Griffin’s house and was dying to hear Roger’s take. My curiosity surprised me as I found myself in the same vicarious voyeur role Roger had wished for when all this began.

  “You’re not angry with me for saying that I love Griffin too?”

  “As long as the word ‘too’ is there, we can work things out.”

  “You mean like you’re going to share me?”

  “I’m sharing you already, aren’t I? If I hadn’t set you up with Griffin you would’ve left me by now. I’d rather have a portion of your love than nothing at all.”

  “I still don’t get it, what’s in it for you I mean. I admit that Griffin has sparked something deep within me and I want that spark to continue, but how that will work is beyond my comprehension.”

  “Then just let things happen. Sit back and enjoy the ride,” he said as he lightly caressed my thighs, getting close enough to my vulva to get me going again.

  “Like the ride we just had?” I asked.

  “Yeah, just like that.”

  We kissed and before long were making love again. Both of us made lots of noise.

  I thought, this was the way to spend a morning. It wasn’t until later in the day that I told him about Griffin and Heather and what I didn’t want to believe.

  “Do you really think that’s what they were doing?” Roger asked me.

  “I don’t know, and maybe I really don’t want to know. I mean, that’s what it sounded like but maybe my ears were playing tricks on me.” That’s when he told me everything he’d heard about Heather and her father. I remember having a crush on my dad when I was maybe nine or ten. Didn’t most girls go through that phase? Could her childhood fantasy have finally been consummated on our sofa last night, and if yes what did it mean for me and Griffin?

  “Maybe the smart thing for us to do is stop thinking about it. We’ll never know unless we ask, and we really can’t do it, can we? Okay, enough of that. I take it you had a great night with Griffin?”

  “The restaurant was magnificent! We had pressed duck, can you believe that? He confessed it was love at first sight for him—remember Missy’s little fundraiser when we first met the Langmans? He said he was in love with me from that moment on, and maybe in the back of my mind I knew it. That’s why I guess I always flirted with him.”

  “He said that he loves you?”

  “Yes, and I finally had to admit to myself that I love him too.”

  Roger incongruously laughed, and I looked at him suspiciously until he said, “Pressed duck, huh? How could you eat that crap, with duck blood and all?”

  I had to laugh too.

  He told me all about Jackie, holding nothing back. “I swear she’s so freaking passable I didn’t know she was a packing until I felt her dick nudge me in the pool.” He matter-of-factly told me how Jackie seduced him and took him anally and how he reciprocated. “Those women are all outrageous,” he said. “It’s no wonder Heather didn’t want to stay there when she saw the wild scene, especially seeing me with Jackie. Vibe’s a crazy place. The women there are all ages, and all hot.”

  “Did you feel out of place?”

  He thought for a few seconds before saying, “I might have if the place was full of leather clad bull dykes, but like I said it wasn’t that kind of scene. It’s an upscale lounge catering to classy lesbians and bisexual women who want to hang out somewhere away from men. And because I was with Nadine and Jackie the crowd accepted me, even on the dance floor.”

  “But you didn’t have a clue about Jackie?”

  “I swear I didn’t. And I admit I was tremendously turned-on by her.”

  “You so easily say ‘her’ about Jackie, and that says a lot about you as a man,” I said. “I imagine that most men, even if they liked the sex wouldn’t be so open about it, not just in telling me but doing it right in front of Nadine and her girlfriends.”

  He said, “I guess I’m not like most men. After all, most men wouldn’t want their wives sleeping with someone else, although most men are too self-centered and blind to see the good it could do for their marriage.”

  “About Jackie, did you go down on her? I would’ve loved to have seen that!”

  He chuckled, “Now who wants to watch?”

  “Okay, I admit that you’re turning me around on this voyeurism thing.”

  “Well, let me say that I gave fellatio the good college try but as a rookie I don’t think I did a suitable job.”

  “Are you going to practice?” I said, smiling.

  “No amount of practice would get me to your skill level, darling.”

  “Ah, you like my technique? Maybe I should demonstrate now.”

  My husband, with his almost perpetual hard-on was of course erect from all our sex talk. I took him into my mouth and gave him my super-duper, deep-throat blow job special. It didn’t take long for me to be swallowing his hot load. Afterwards I peppered him with more questions about Jackie and the Vibe crowd. Was Jackie hung? Did she fuck any of the women? Who stayed the whole night?

  He described Jackie in more physical detail, and seemed especially pleased that I was interested. He told me that since Carolyn was the one who spent the night in Nadine’s bed then she must be the special one. I’d met Carolyn once and easily saw what attracted Nadine. Raven-haired Carolyn had an elegance about her that went beyond words like pretty and shapely.

  “You know, we better get out of bed and g
et some stuff done,” I told him.

  He asked, “Was anything said about today? Are we still on for the Langmans’ pool later?”

  “Nothing was specifically said, maybe because we were all busy with sex, but I think we’re on.”

  “Do you want me to call Nadine to confirm it? Maybe Carolyn is still there and can stay. That would be nice for Nadine.”

  “Sounds like a plan, Rog.”

  He called and our regular ‘date’ was confirmed. Carolyn would be there, along with some prime steaks Nadine said Griffin was dying to grill.

  Chapter 18

  Roger

  I was curious on how last night’s activities at both houses would affect things. Surely Jan and Griffin were closer now, but what of Heather? Did she really have sex with her dad or was it Jan’s imagination running wild? I guess I was a little worried about her psyche.

  Nadine and Carolyn greeted us warmly, taking champagne bottles from us to chill. Griffin unabashedly greeted Jan with a tender kiss, and he never once looked my way for approval. I welcomed that and it didn’t bother me in the least though I wondered about Nadine. I pulled Nadine aside and asked if Heather was okay.

  “Why shouldn’t she be?” Nadine said. “I know she stormed out of here last night but then she’s never approved of my… lifestyle anyway.”

  “Are you okay?”

  She scrunched her eyes up as if she were frowning at my question before changing to a smile and telling me how sweet I was to ask. “I still can’t believe that you let Jackie fuck you last night. It was your first, right?”

  “Oh yes,” I said. “I was an anal virgin until last night, but what the hell, I had to let her after drooling all over her like I did at Vibe.”

  “And you really didn’t know?”

  “Either blind or too naïve, but no, I didn’t see it until, you know…”

  Nadine shook her head and said, “Maybe I’ll never be able to figure you out. You are fun, though,” she added while hugging my arm.

  Sitting around the pool and sipping champagne, I thought of how unreal the scene was. Heather had joined us but was quieter than usual. We were in pairs: Jan and Griffin, Nadine and Carolyn, me and Heather; our pairing up having nothing to do with what was on marriage licenses. It simply was the natural thing and where the fates were inexorably leading us.

  What was different was the lack of sexual tension in the air, as if we’d all played that out and were simply chilling. And I figured that was alright with me. Nobody was suggesting nudity.

  Heather broke off our small-talk conversation with, “I’ll never understand you, Roger. They’re falling in love and you’re not stopping it. Don’t you love her?”

  “We’ve been over this ground before. Yes, I love my wife and if this is what it takes for her to be happy then I’m all for it. Look at her. Look at that glow.”

  “I’m looking, and I’m not surprised she’s like that after fucking my dad.”

  I let that go, and our conversation died. Since Heather didn’t want to talk anymore, I spent the time watching Nadine and Carolyn interact. Like most men, I was intrigued to the point of arousal seeing two women get it on. Jackie’s participation aside, our little party last night was still burned into my memory, thinking of the Vibe ladies all over each other and crying out their orgasms in their own unique ways. Though all they were doing was making goo-goo eyes at each other, I was now hard watching them. When I shifted my attention to Jan and Griffin, I saw that I wasn’t the only male with a boner.

  Climbing from my lounge chair I approached them, caught Jan by surprise by kissing her, and then said, “Griff, I suggest you two take a dip, and if you want to dip something else that’s entirely up to you. Then we can get the grill going.”

  Ordinarily Jan would’ve laughed at my ‘dip’ comment but now she was too focused on Griffin and therefore too horny to react. She pulled Griffin to his feet and like two kids they dashed to the pool and jumped in. I stood there for a while, alone, watching Griffin and Jan cavort in the pool. I saw the raw emotion of lust and it did to me as expected. The ladies noticed too.

  Heather had disappeared, I noticed as Nadine and Carolyn beckoned me to join them. Carolyn was the first to speak, and maybe that was a godsend since it spared me from Nadine’s stinging tongue. “She might get it,” Carolyn said while motioning toward her lover, “but I still don’t. You really do get off seeing them like that?” Now she was motioning to my bulge.

  “I don’t know about ‘getting off’ but yeah, it excites me when I see Jan aroused. It’s about her getting off, not me. And it’s not about Griffin either. She happened to be aroused by him and I encouraged it.”

  While I spoke the three of us watched them in the pool. They were like giddy teens instead of adults. If I didn’t know better I’d think they were virgins anticipating losing their cherries, they looked that hungry, that anticipatory. I realized I’d reached a point where I was sick and tired of answering questions about my motivation to hook Jan up with Griffin. Somehow everyone assumes that I would eventually have a problem with it, be jealous perhaps. Obviously the people having problems with the arrangement are Nadine and her daughter. Maybe I read Nadine all wrong. I thought since she leaned more to lesbianism—regardless of what she professed—that she would be okay with Griffin and Jan as long as she had a woman or two of her own, and that Griffin wouldn’t leave her. It’s funny how the idea of an “open marriage” for Nadine and Griffin never came to mind, but now I was seeing them heading in that direction. All I had to do was look around me.

  What I didn’t see or anticipate one iota was Heather’s jealousy. Whether or not anything transpired on my sofa late last night, Heather’s love for her father transcended the norm. To her, it seemed, Jan was stealing her dad away from her in a way her mom never could. Strangely, even if there was incest there, it didn’t bother me. Without a daughter of my own I couldn’t assess the healthiness of the attraction beyond society’s mores, and so my view of Heather was very sexually charged. Was that her father’s view too?

  Inevitably Griffin and Jan slipped away into the house. Carolyn waited a discreet amount of time before taking Nadine’s hand and guiding her into the house as well.

  “I’m fuckin’ alone with a hard-on,” I muttered to myself, although I couldn’t really bitch about it since it was all my doing. Eventually I walked into their house in search of another drink. The sound of lovemaking echoing throughout was both arousing and melancholy at the same time. Jan was being exceptionally vocal today, and so was Nadine.

  Heather came downstairs to find me sitting on the sofa with a beer in one hand and my dick in the other. At least I still had my shorts on and therefore a little dignity. She shook her head and said, “You deserve this. Your idea and you’re left alone to jerk-off.”

  “I’m not jerking off,” I said with a grin.

  “So, what are you doing? Holding hands with your best friend?”

  “Keeping him warm, that’s all.”

  “I need one of those,” she said as she walked away from me, leaving me believing she meant the beer but unsure if it wasn’t also a tease.

  She came back with a beer and sat next to me on the sofa. She wore a baggy pair of gym shorts and a tight t-shirt with no bra. With her hair a wild mess and no make-up, ironically Heather looked her sexiest to me, and I wasn’t afraid to tell her that.

  “Oh, stop it,” she said. “Can you ever think with your big head instead of the little one?”

  “I’m sorry, but what I said came from my big head… for a change.” I couldn’t help but grin again.

  She looked at the bulge in my shorts and chuckled, saying “Okay. Besides, you don’t really have a little head, do you?”

  I mimed a bow and answered, “Thank you for noticing, young lady. Now are you going to tell me what’s wrong? Why you’re moping around like you are?”

  She took a swig from her beer bottle then stared down at the bottle for almost a half a minute, like she was pond
ering its taste before answering me. “I have a need to hate somebody right now. I just don’t know who to hate more.”

  When she didn’t say more, I asked “Does that include me?”

  “Oh, yes, big time. You… you pushed your hot wife at my dad and now he thinks of nobody else.”

  “Does that mean you hate Jan too? There isn’t anything devious going on with her, you know. She wouldn’t have started anything with your father if I hadn’t encouraged her, so hate me all you want just don’t hate my wife.”

  It didn’t help the conversation when at that moment Jan wailed from another orgasm. I saw how much that sound hurt her.

  She took a long draught to finish her beer and then said, barely above a whisper, “That should be me.” Maybe I wasn’t supposed to hear it, but now the cat was out of the bag. I didn’t need to pry. And I now supposed that Jan had heard correctly.

  “I’m sorry, Heather,” I said to her as I took her hand in mine. “It’s not my place to comment on your relationship with your father except to say that you’re not a young girl anymore, with a young girl’s hormones.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean? That I should’ve grown out of it?”

  “Not exactly. What I meant was that in spite of your basic desires, you need to think about society’s taboos. You and your father would be a big one.”

  “Isn’t what you’re doing a taboo too?”

  “In some circles it might be, but yours is taboo in all circles.”

  “Just like with you and Jan, nobody would have to know,” she said, and I saw the fire in her eyes.

  “Your mother would know, and isn’t that enough?” Fire was now replaced by pain. I held her hand tighter. “I hope you realize that all along I’ve strongly considered your mother’s feelings. Look, Jan and I both know that you fucked your dad last night. What would your mother say if she knew that?”