The economic benefits consisted of things like three salaries, consolidation of expenses and duties, like housework, cooking and childrearing.
A smile came to her lips. Childrearing? We’re getting ahead of ourselves.
She went on. Emotional benefits consisted of, increased companionship and romance, the ability to have children with two, different men and, for the woman, double the love.
The sexual benefits seemed obvious, but there had been one she’d never thought about. Devon and Adam would constantly be seeking her favor. They, without realizing it, would be in competition, keeping the relationship on an even keel. In conventional marriages, years took a toll on the sexual relationship when interest faded. However, if in such a marriage, another partner were there to pick up the slack, it would be doubtful if there would be any slack.
The health benefits were something she hadn’t thought of either, but they seemed accurate. It seemed doubtful in a three-way relationship, that either Adam or Devon would let their appearance slide. They would stay young, sleek, virile and, as a result, would remain healthy longer. Her heart raced at the extension of her thought. It would be as if they courted me…continuously.
After glancing through the advantages and disadvantages of polyamory, her mother knocked on the door and asked her to come to dinner. She hadn’t even dressed and didn’t feel particularly hungry. “Thanks Mom, I’m going to pass. I just had a tuna sandwich an hour ago.”
“All right, sweetheart, we’re having spaghetti, so if you get hungry later, you can warm some up.”
“Thanks, I’ll do that.” Having read the rational for entering into a polyamorous relationship, she decided to read the beginning of the book to find out what it was about. After a reading a little over a hundred pages of the three hundred page plus book, she grew tired. She found the book interesting—the storyline being similar to her situation. A white and a black hero and a single heroine, but in the book this heroine was black. Felicity wanted to finish the story, but became too sleepy, so she decided to finish it in the morning.
Chapter Six
“The prettiest dresses are worn to be taken off.” Jean Cocteau
Not having responded to Everette’s email, she committed herself to picking him up at the airport that afternoon. After eating a bowl of Special K with blueberries and skimmed milk for breakfast, she headed back to her room. Sitting on her bed, she had seven hours to kill before leaving for the airport by three o’clock and she knew exactly how she’d do it. She’d finish reading Two for One. She picked up the book, opened to the bookmark and began reading. Engrossed in the book, the only break she took she fixed herself a salad for lunch. When she finished the book, she jumped up, hurriedly dressed and rushed out of the house, without saying a word to anyone. She hadn’t got two blocks when her cell phone rang. “Hello.”
“Where are you running off to in such an all fired hurry?”
It was her mom. “Sorry, I’m a half hour late picking Everette up from the Columbus airport.
Her mom answered cheerily, “All right, have fun, but don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
Yeah right mom, like you’d have sex, with a black and white partner and allow both of them to boff you at the same time. “I will Mom. By the way, I may not be home tonight.”
“Okay, honey.”
Reading the book had turned out to be a mistake for two reasons. First it took longer to read than she thought and she wound up leaving at three-thirty instead of three like she’d intended and second, the book made her hotter than blazes. What’s worse, for the entire hour long drive to the Columbus airport, the sizzling sex scenes played in her mind, over and over again? By the time she pulled into the airport and drove up to the Delta passenger arrivals area, she was brimming with need and Everette, her timely savior, waited, his travel bag in his hand, at the loading area of the terminal.
Well, someone needed to put the inferno out that raged in her pussy and he was it. After all it’s impossible to cheat on someone by having sex with your fiancé, right? Besides, it would help her make a decision.
Smiling, he edged over to the car, opened the passenger door and threw his carry-on bag in the jump area behind the seats. Then he slipped into the passenger seat. “You’re late.”
“I’m sorry. I’ll make up for it. Aren’t you going to kiss me?”
He smiled. “Of course.” He leaned across the console and she wrapped her hands around his neck and crushed her lips to his. Her tongue pried his lips apart and swabbed his white teeth before it dashed into his mouth and played tag with his tongue. When he pulled away he looked dazed. “Phew.”
She turned the key in the ignition “It’s good to see you.” Then drove off.
His breathing seemed hard. “Yes, it’s good to see you, too. You’re looking splendid, as usual.”
“Thank you. You look nice, too.” She drove two blocks, then swung into the Marriot Hotel entrance. Pulling under the porte cochére, she turned into one of three registration spaces.
Everette had a shocked look on his face. “What are you doing?”
“You said you wanted to get reacquainted. I thought we’d get a room, get reacquainted and you could take me out to dinner afterwards.” She lifted her tennis skirt up. “See, I didn’t even wear panties. I thought you’d fuck my brains out. Isn’t that what you had in mind?”
Everette, reached over, pulled her hand away and lowered her skirt in place.
“Everette, you never used to be such a prude.”
“Please don’t make this any harder than it already is.”
“What are you talking about?”
Suddenly, the dashboard became more interesting than her blue eyes. “I found someone else.”
“What?”
His gaze returned to her eyes then lowered to her breasts. “I came here to break up with you.”
It wasn’t like she’d been totally surprised. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll make it real easy on you. Get out of my car.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Get out of my fucking car.”
He scrambled out like the car was a wasp loose in it. Everette always had been a wuss of sorts. She hadn’t turned the car off, so while he watched, she backed out and drove away. She saw him in the rearview mirror, running after her, his upraised arms waving, crossing back and forth. About fifty yards down she screeched to a halt, opened the passenger door and threw his carry-on bag out the door, where it landed in a puddle of water on the pavement. Then she honked her horn and squealed away.
When she drove away, she had mixed feelings. She knew she preferred Adam and Devon, but Everette had been the first person who ever broke up with her. She smiled, her feelings had been hurt, but she knew a pair of Lotharios who could assuage her hurt and a few other things.
Dénouement
“Confidence is the sexiest thing a woman can have.
It's much sexier than any body part.” Aimee Mullins,
“Devon, this is Felicity.”
“Sweetheart. What can I do for you?”
“I had to come into town for something. I’m finished and I have some good news. Could you and Adam could meet me at Fat Frank’s?”
Devon got excited. “Sure. When?”
“I can be there in twenty minutes.”
“We’ll, be there in fifteen.”
* * * *
We first glimpsed Felicity through the storefront window, scampering across the street, five minutes after Devon and I sat in our usual booth. Even though she wasn’t dressed as sexy as typical, she strutted up to the front door oozing confidence. This was a woman who felt comfortable with whom she was, and gloried in her sexuality. Felicity Jones was the woman I wanted to share my life with.
Devon nudged me. “Something’s up brother. Can you see that subtle grin on her face?”
“Yeah, I see it. God, isn’t she something. Even in a tennis dress, she looks like Miss America.”
“Shu-s-sh. She’ll hear you.”
Her subtle grin burst into a wall to wall smile, showing whiter than white perfect teeth as she got closer to our booth. She cocked her head and with élan, asked, “Hi guys, mind if I join you?”
Devon waggled his brows. “I’d mind if you didn’t” Then he slid out of the booth and let her slide between them.
She snickered and slid in.
I wrapped an arm around her and asked, “What’s up?”
She was in a very good mood. Resting her elbow on the table, she tilted her head and rested her cheek on her closed fist. “I wanted you and Devon to be the first to know.” Her bright smile seemed to turn mischievous. “I’m now a free woman. My engagement is off.”
I was ecstatic. I wanted to dance, to celebrate, to fuck Felicity’s sweet cunt right then, but I settled on a cheer, “All right,” and high fived Devon. After we high fived, my hand landed on her slinky thigh. It felt good and in reflex I slid my hand under her skirt. Her thigh was wet and her legs parted.
“You know what that means, don’t you?” She continued.
“That you can move in with us?” offered Devon.
As my fingers slid up her thigh getting closer and closer to the prize at the apex of her legs, she sighed.
With both elbows on the table, she rested her chin on her entwined fingers. “I could do that…and I’m considering it, but there would be conditions.”
My fingers reached the target. It was wet and naked. “Panties, you don’t have any.”
As long slender fingers floated across my cheek, her gorgeous legs spread further apart. She sighed. Breathily she asked, “Are…you…complaining.”
Just then Madge the waitress set down three water glasses, straightened up and pushed her semi-flat chest out. “Well, if it isn’t the princess, looking pretty as ever. Still with the paupers, I see. What can I get you to drink?”
“I think drinks are all we want. I’ll have an—” Felicity gasped and tensed and her head lolled back.
“Is something wrong Miss?”
Damn, Devon beat me to the honey pot, again!
“No, thank you. I’m fine. I seem to have picked up a stray finger—” Felicity stiffened again. Her face blanched and her mouth hung open about an inch, she moaned, “Or two.”
Madge’s brow furrowed. “What?”
Felicity began pushing into our fingers and moaning.
Apparently, Madge began to suspect something because she bent down and looked under the table. “Oh, my God!” Bang “Ow! Madge straightened up, rubbing the back of her head. “I think I’ll come back when you’re finished, you lucky girl.”
Only a few seconds after Madge left, Felicity’s beautiful blues rolled back in her head as her gorgeous body convulsed and her pussy spasmed and contracted around our fingers. When she started to scream, Devon covered her lovely mouth, but it didn’t keep everyone in Fat Frank’s from staring.
A tad red faced, except Devon of course, we suddenly realized we’d rather be somewhere else, like in my bed.
On the sidewalk, Devon asked, “Should we go to our apartment?”
“Yes, but not unless it’s straightened up and clean.”
Devon grimaced and I think I did too.
“You didn’t clean it, did you?”
With sadness in his eyes, Devon pleaded, “No, baby, it’s only been a day.”
With feet spread wide and hands on her waist, Felicity let us have it, “A day? How long does it take to clean that dinky apartment? Never mind, if I wasn’t so cockish from that book, I’d just drive home to Riverton.”
I put my arm around her and brushed my lips against hers. “What book?”
“Oh, nothing, it’s a book I read, before I came here. It made me horny as hell. That’s why I came so easily at the diner. Let’s go home so the two of you can fill me up. But afterward, the three of us are going clean up the apartment.”
Devon raised a solo eyebrow. “Home?”
“That is what you want, isn’t it?”
Suddenly, home had a whole new meaning for me. Smiling like we’d just scored the winning basket as time expired, Devon and I high-fived. “We did it brother,” I said as we looped our arms around her waist, “let’s go home.”
The End
If you enjoyed Rendezvous, you may enjoy the first book
Look for Chastity Jones in 2014
Love is
~ Swap 2 ~
An Erotic Tale of Extramarital Lust
by
V A Gyna
Copyright © 2012 V A Gyna
Part 1 – The Seduction
I hadn't even wrapped my mind around our sexy sailboat get-together the previous Saturday when Jenna called me at work after lunch, the following Monday. "Hi Lisa. It's me, Jenna."
"Hey Jenna. Wild boat trip, huh?"
She tittered. "Ah-huh. That got me so wound up, Jeff and me spent the rest of the weekend in bed, fucking like bunnies."
That wasn't exactly what I wanted to hear.
"Now, Jeff can't wait for next Saturday. You're all right with that aren't you?"
That was more like it. "All right with what, sweetheart?"
"Pairing off with Jeff, while I fuck your hottie's brains out."
Oh, I think I can handle it. "Yeah, I'm fine with Saturday. It was my idea and I told you, Dirk isn't like a real boyfriend. I don't care what you do with him. Now, what can I do for you?"
"Umm, I wondered if we could get together and talk."
"Sure, where and when?"
"I'm working from home today, Could you come by when you get off work? I'll even cook dinner."
Immediately, I thought of my heartthrob—her husband. "Will Jeff be there?"
"No, he's been working split shifts lately and won't be home until eight-thirty. Why, you want him to eat your pussy again?"
Dang. "No, just wondered. What do you want to talk about?"
"I'll tell you when you get here."
I got there at a quarter to six and Jenna had dinner ready and waiting on the table. "Mmm, baby back ribs, corn on the cob and baked potatoes. Looks delicious."
"Thank you. Have a seat and get started while I pour the wine."
She turned and sashayed into the kitchen displaying her fabulous ass as she went. I couldn't help but notice that my doe eyed raven haired friend looked delicious in low rise white shorts and a navy blue polka dot halter. I thought nothing of our place settings sitting adjacent to each other, and took a seat. As I bit into my first rib, Jenna came through the swinging café doors carrying a bottle of red wine.
As she poured my goblet full, she explained, "I hope you like Beaujolais. I love it."
I took a sip and loved it too. "Mmm, that is good. Let me see the label."
After pouring her glass full, Jenna held the bottle up.
"Hmm, Beaujolais 2004, I never had it before. It really is tasty."
She took her seat and placed her long fingered feminine hand over mine. "Well, I have plenty, so drink up."
I drank the rest of my wine and said, "Thank you, I think I will." As she poured my goblet full for the second time, I asked, "You wore that perfume on the boat, didn't you?"
She set a used rib on the throw away plate, set her elbows on the table, clasped her hands together and smiled at me. "Ah-huh."
"I just love it. What is it?"
"It's called Saxony. It costs a hundred dollars an ounce."
I hoped I didn't make a face. "A little rich for this working girl's budget. What do you want to talk about?"
Jenna waved her hand dismissively. "About next Saturday, but it can wait until we finish dinner."
"You're not mad that Jeff…auh…ate me out, are you?"
"Do I act mad?
"No bu—"
"Are you mad that Dirk fucked me?"
"Of course not, I told you I'm not serious about him."
Jenna's raised her eyebrows so high they wrinkled her forehead. "I don't know why. If I was single, like you, I'd be serious. He's perfect."
Yeah he is. My mind drifted back to last Saturday.
"I'm still worked up, too. Maybe I need a little perfection for a change. Got any ideas, Mr. Perfect?"
"With you, my ideas are unlimited. Can you wait until we get back to the marina?"
"Maybe. Can you steer the boat while I suck your cock?"
He laughed. "I'll rough it."
I sucked him off and as we pulled into the dock, he came. As I could tell from when he fucked Jenna, his dick was huge. Sucking big dick can be a hassle, but let me tell you, getting fucked by a big prick, especially by someone like Mr. Perfect, who knows how to weld his big cock, can be a transcendent experience.
Dirk took me to his penthouse and three hours and four climaxes later, I felt as if I'd died and gone to heaven.
Mentally reliving my Saturday evening fuckfest with Dirk had been a mistake. My pussy was warm and my panties were damp. After eating my last rib and setting it on the pile of throw away bones, I took a deep breath. "That was delicious, Jenna. So was the wine."
"Thank you. Oh, you're out." She poured the last of the bottle into my glass and rose. "Let me get these dishes off the table and open another bottle of wine."
Before I could say anything, she'd picked up our plates and dashed through the café doors.
"Jenna, I'm gonna go into the living room. Is that all right?" I yelled.
"Sure, go ahead, sweetie. I'll be there in a minute."
I was on the living room couch for a minute or so when Jenna pranced up and filled my wine glass for the thir…or was it the fourth time. It isn't the fifth time, is it? I was getting confused. Translation, tipsy.
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