by Luke Young
Picking up his phone, he spotted the three missed calls, two voice mails and four text messages and read them all with alarm. Each message explained more of the situation and each was punctuated with more and more exclamation points.
The final text message included a number of four letter words and a veiled threat of bodily harm if he weren’t somehow already injured.
“So it’s really time?” he asked when she picked up the call.
“Where the hell have you been? I was about to start calling hospitals,” Jillian barked into the phone.
“Geez. Why didn’t you just call the front desk and have me paged?” he replied, a bit annoyed at her tone.
“I did. Twice! That went to voice mail too. Where were you?”
“Sorry, look I had a lesson then I ran into some players and—”
“Why didn’t you have your phone? I told you to always have your phone.”
“Wait, you told me that when you were pregnant. I always carried it then.”
She let out an exhausted sigh. “No, I meant always.”
“Well, you didn’t say that. Where are you?”
“Driving. And now that you aren’t home, where you should be, I need to pick the kids up from the sitter and take them to my mothers.”
“Wait, I can do that.”
“No, don’t bother,” she fired back angrily. “I’m almost there.”
He took a deep breath. “Look, I’m sorry, but all this stress is not good for my sperm count. You need to take it easy on—”
“Hey, just get your sperm home ASAP.”
“Okay. Okay.”
“And tell me you didn’t jerk off today,” she asked with an edge still lingering in her voice.
“Today? Hmmm.”
“Did you?”
“Does just before midnight count?”
“What!” she boomed.
“I’m kidding.” He laughed. “Would you relax? No, I have not abused myself in more than a week. I knew this day was coming and I’ve been a good little boy. Stud Nash is ready to go.”
“Good.”
“And babe?” he said in a cool, calm, sexy voice.
“Yes?”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.” She exhaled deeply then her tone shifted from shrew to sweet on a dime. “Sorry, I’m acting all crazy. It’s just that she’s going to be there at 6:30 and I have so much to do. The bed isn’t made and the kids toys are everywhere and I have to make us dinner.”
“You want me to pick up dinner?”
“That would be amazing,” she said in calm voice before screaming out, “Hey asshole I have the right of way!”
Cringing, he pulled the phone from his ear. “Gee, calm down. Don’t die on the way home.”
“I’m fine. You know how people drive out here.”
“I do.” He chuckled. “Now for dinner, how about something light? Soup and sandwiches from Panera?”
“Perfect. You are the best. Sorry again,” she began. “Come on while I’m still young!”
“What?”
“I wasn’t talking to you. Just another bad driver.”
“Okay, see ya.”
“Bye.” He ended the call then sat back in the chair for a moment looking at his sweat soaked shirt. Grabbing a water bottle from the desk, he chugged, wiped his head and neck with a towel then rushed off to the shower.
The line at Panera was huge. Luckily he had the wisdom to place his order on line. His three bags were waiting for him when he arrived at the restaurant just after six. During the twenty-minute drive home his mind raced with thoughts of the night ahead. Although he’d been intimate with Kathleen, he had yet to actually be truly intimate with her. Getting oral sex and returning the favor are certainly intimate acts, but actually being inside a woman and possibly looking into her eyes while doing it was a whole other proposition.
Maybe she’d want it from behind. That might be easier to do. What if his breath was bad? Suddenly his eyes got big. What if she wanted it missionary style and she wanted to kiss him? They didn’t even discuss if kissing was part of the deal. It certainly wasn’t necessary to pull off a conception. Maybe it wasn’t even a consideration. He pushed all those thoughts from his mind when he realized he’d just run a stop sign. He needed to get home safely first, then there would be plenty of opportunity for the panic attack to set in.
After walking through the door, he dropped the bags on the counter and called after his wife. When he could not find her on the first floor, he headed upstairs.
She was on her hands and knees in front of the toilet, wearing bleach stained grey work out shorts, a t-shirt with holes in it and giant yellow kitchen gloves.
“What the hell are you doing?” he asked.
Turning to him, she frowned. “What does it look like?”
“Did that really need to be done?”
“Um, yeah, you had pee stains on the back.”
“I did not. I always wipe those up if I miss. Always. And I hardly ever miss.”
“Right.” She rolled her eyes then returned her attention to the bowl.
“Anything you want me to do?”
“Just set the table and open a bottle of wine. I’m almost done here and will take a quick shower. I’ll be down in fifteen minutes.”
“Okay, great.” He moved to her, leaning down and grinned. “You know I’m so hard at the moment. I love your sexy cleaning outfit.”
“Shut up.” Turning back to him, she giggled.
He kissed her quickly on the lips then she looked at his groin.
“You aren’t hard.” She snapped then sprayed some disinfectant on the seat. “Liar.”
“I was joking.”
“Thank God, because I would have been worried about you.”
Brian returned to the first floor, selected a proper bottle of wine and opened it. After setting the table with their good china, he contemplated putting it all away and going with their everyday plates. It looks so nice, he figured what the hell. It might seem a little odd with sandwiches but maybe it would work and be appreciated.
The doorbell rang and he opened it to discover Kathleen, stunning as always in a tight, red dress showing off her curvy frame and abundant cleavage. She held a bottle of wine with a ribbon around it.
“Fuck me!” His eyes bugged out of his head.
She giggled. “Isn’t that my line.”
“Oh my God, you look amazing.” He kissed her on the cheek then took the bottle from her. “Oh, Jillian loves Riesling. Thank you.”
She made her way into the dining room and spotted the table. “Is that Panera?”
“Yep.”
“I thought so. I love Panera. Well, you know, they stopped making the wild cherry scone and the shortbread cookie. Both my favorites.”
“No way, I love their shortbread cookie. Those bastards,” he quipped.
“It was so good.”
“Obviously, I didn’t have a lot of time.” Grimacing, he motioned to his outfit of khaki shorts and a Nike t-shirt. Stylish and clean, yet not exactly on par with what she was wearing.
“You look nice.”
“The good news is that I think I won’t last long with how you look.” He drank her in from head to toe, shaking his head. “You’ll be able to get out of here quickly.”
She smiled at him. “I’m not in a hurry. I read that fertility increases when the woman is relaxed and really enjoys the whole experience.”
“Well, thank God we’re not trying to get Jillian pregnant then.” He widened his eyes.
A mortified frown overtook her smiling face. “Oh no, is she stressed?”
“Maybe just a tad.”
“She having second thoughts?” Kathleen asked, quickly. “Because I can go, we don’t—”
“No. No.” He put his hands up. “I’m a complete basket case and somehow I’m the calmest person in this whole thing.”
“Oh, so it’s not just me.” She chuckled.
“No, but it�
��s just sex. We’ll survive it even if the toilet isn’t perfectly clean or there are some kid’s toys laying around.”
“I think we will too.” She took a deep breath then gave him a smile.
“Can I get you a glass of wine?”
“Please.”
Just as Brian handed Kathleen her glass, Jillian walked into the dining room wearing a sexy dress of her own. White on top and black on the bottom with equally stunning cleavage displayed. Brian’s jaw dropped open. “Shit, now I really feel underdressed. Where’s my tuxedo?”
“Stop.” Jillian waved her hand at him. “This old thing.”
“I’ve never seen you in that.” He shot her a look.
“Okay, so it’s new,” Jillian admitted with a smile. “I went to the mall four times.”
“Well, Jillian, you look gorgeous,” Kathleen said, sizing her up.
“So do you.” Jillian made her way to her and they exchanged a hug.
“Wine?” Brian held the bottle up, motioning toward his wife.
“God, yes.”
“You too?” Kathleen lifted her glass and took a sip.
Brian handed Jillian a glass and she turned to Kathleen. “Me too what?”
“Nervous, I mean.” Kathleen slipped into her seat.
“Yeah, a little.” Jillian smiled then took a sip.
“It’s just sex, right? People have been doing it for thousands of years,” Kathleen said.
“Yep.” Jillian sat down at the table and studied it for a moment. “You went with the good china.”
“I did.” Brian cringed. “Too much?”
“No, it looks nice.”
Brian had ordered four sandwiches and four types of soup. Overkill maybe, but it was a big night and he wanted to be sure they all got to eat something they liked. The food was simple, yet delicious, the wine was good and thoroughly enjoyed as was the light conversation as they relaxed in the dining room.
Kathleen limited herself to one and a half glasses, while Brian, worried about his performance, shied away from a refill. Jillian, however, enjoyed the lion’s share of the bottle and lost count after her third glass. She was perhaps the most nervous of the three.
“So, I guess it’s time,” Jillian said, motioning toward the stairs.
“I think so,” Brian began. “But first are there any ground rules or anything we should be aware of before we start?”
“I don’t think so.” Kathleen looked to Jillian with her eyebrows raised before returning to Brian.
“Well, I was just wondering about kissing.” He frowned slightly. “We haven’t yet and I wondered if we should or not or if it’s a big deal or…”
“Oh, I didn’t even think about that.” Jillian paused a moment, grimacing. When she returned to them she said, “Yeah, I don’t think you should.”
“I agree. It’s a little too personal. Plus, I think my sandwich had onions on it so…” He widened his eyes.
“Okay, no kissing,” Kathleen agreed with a chuckle.
Jillian bursts into laughter then covered her mouth, shaking her head.
The other two looked at her wearing bright smiles, waiting.
“Sorry.” Jillian held her hand up still giggling.
“What is it?” Brian asked.
“When she said, no kissing, I thought of Friends With Partial Benefits and the rules, you know?”
“Oh yeah.” He laughed, raising his brows. “Except, um, I think that’s the only rule we’re going to keep tonight.”
“Exactly,” Kathleen said.
Jillian rose to her feet first followed by Brian then Kathleen who said, “You know, if you guys are having second thoughts we don’t have to do this.”
“Kathleen, are you having second thoughts?” Jillian asked.
“Me? No, not at all.”
“Well, then get that pussy up there.” Jillian shot her a pointed look.
Kathleen and Brian shared a shocked expression until he whispered, “she gets a little silly after a few glasses.”
“I heard that.” Jillian feigned a frowny face. Then she made her way to Kathleen. “I’m kidding. And I’m fine. Just trying to break the tension with a little comedy and okay, yes, maybe I am a little tipsy. Now, let’s put a baby in there.”
“Okay, but don’t say that too loudly.” Brian grimaced. “He doesn’t need the pressure.”
“Who’s he?” Kathleen’s expression screamed she was completely lost.
“His penis.” Jillian rolled her eyes, sighing.
“Oh, good. I thought he was talking about himself in the third person. I was beginning to think you were both a little crazy.”
The three shared another laugh as they headed up the stairs.
58
Kathleen strolled into the master bedroom and took in the gorgeous décor. With dark wood furniture and lovely window treatments it appeared professionally decorated. The bed was already turned down with crisp, teal sheets and the bright white comforter was folded neatly on the chair. Jillian moved to the dresser and lit two candles before dimming the overhead light.
“Perfect.” Turning to them, Kathleen smiled.
After an awkward few moments of silence, Brian said, “So, do we just take our clothes off or…”
“I don’t know?” Jillian looked to her friend. “What do you think?”
“I have an idea,” he began. “There isn’t any reason that you guys can’t kiss right? I mean if you wanted too.”
The ladies looked at each other, shrugged then returned their attention to him.
“Why don’t you both get down to your underwear climb in bed and, you know, make out for a while. I’ll just watch.” He tilted his head, shyly. “A little two-girl ice breaker might help me relax.”
“Oh, is that what you need?” Jillian asked.
“Maybe.”
The women looked into each other’s eyes then shrugged. They both approached him, turning their backs. He looked confused at first then his eyes widened as the realization washed over his obviously preoccupied brain. Grabbing both dresses’ zippers, he simultaneously and slowly lowered them, exposing their exquisite backs in the process.
When the dresses fell off their shoulders at nearly the same moment exposing them both braless and wearing nothing but sexy thongs, his light brown eyes took in every inch of them. He nearly climaxed right there.
Placing a hand on each of their shoulders, he said breathlessly, “Did I really say I only wanted to watch. On second thought…”
Turning to him, they smiled.
Jillian said, “Wait your turn.”
As they headed away from him, toward the bed, he reached for them weakly wearing an open-mouthed desperate expression, punctuated by a whiny whimper.
Kathleen slipped onto the bed first and held her hand out to Jillian. When she took it and slid on top of her, pressing her lips softly on Kathleen’s, Brian was already out of his shirt and shorts. All he wore were light grey boxer briefs and his cock was somehow already at full attention pointing right at the action.
“You both are so hot.” He took a few steps closer to the bed.
Kathleen lay on her back with her legs together and Jillian had her legs spread a bit laying directly on top of her. Brian watched in complete captivation as Kathleen caressed Jillian’s ass, spreading her cheeks a bit, the thong slipping to the side and affording him a perfect view of all her parts. As he moved lower, leaning on the bed for an even better view, he spotted Kathleen’s white thong as Jillian gyrated her hips slowly over her.
“Fuck.” He took a deep breath, rose to his feet, glancing down with a proud smile at his unrelenting erection. Moving to the side of the bed, he sat in a chair. He watched as the two kissed, their tongues sliding in and out of each other’s mouths as his cock throbbed, restrained by only the thin cotton fabric.
The pace of Jillian’s gyrations increased as the kissing grew deeper. Brian supported his chin with his fingertips as he continued to watch the show, mesmerized.
A few minutes later, with their lips still locked together, the ladies turned to him and caught a glimpse of the dramatic effect their coupling was having. A huge pool of pre-cum formed around the head, leaving the underwear virtually translucent and his dark crown showing through.
Jillian pulled up a bit from her friend and with their lips now separated, they drank in the sight of him. A darker wet spot now appeared right over his head with a large drop of pre-cum clearly visible, literally hanging off the fabric.
Kathleen sighed. “Oh wow. He’s really enjoying this.”
“He is,” Jillian said. “And he looks ready.”
He could only nod in reply as he quickly checked his condition before returning to the women.
Extending a hand to him, Jillian said, “Take those off and come here.”
Standing, he quickly pushed his underwear off his hips then stepped out of them. He climbed onto the bed and knelt beside them. Taking hold of his erection, Jillian smeared the wet juice from his slit all over his bulbous head. Kathleen’s eyes were locked on the sight as her breathing grew labored.
Jillian slipped to the other side of her friend and motioned for Brian to take her place. Kathleen brought her knees up and he made his way between them. With his arms locked and spread on either side of her, he hovered over her. Leaning down, he captured Kathleen’s stiff right nipple in his mouth and sucked it slowly. She pressed her head back into the mattress and raked her fingers through his hair. After attentively pleasuring her one breast, he moved to the other while Jillian ran her hand sensually over his back. He lifted up, looked Kathleen in the eyes then turned his attention to his wife, seemingly for approval to proceed.
Moving close, Jillian took hold of his erection and guided it toward Kathleen. His mouth fell open when his cock touched Kathleen’s wet, swollen entrance. Jillian pressed the head down and just a bit inside, slathering it with juice. Then she ran his cock all over Kathleen’s clit.
Kathleen let out a guttural moan. “Oh… It’s been so long. That feels…”
Jillian pulled her hand away and Brian held still for only a moment before plunging forward, thrusting inside of her. She inhaled sharply and her eyes slammed shut as she wrapped her hands around his ass, pulling him close.