by Ben Boswell
I was in a weird position trying to juggle my amusement with Chris’s moves on Lena with my recognition of my friend Brad’s disappointment. Marie, sitting by Claire, didn’t seem to know how to react. Sympathy for her snubbed friend? Concern for her sister who was being targeted by an obvious predator? Because that was the thing. He was obvious. Glib, a bit oily. I had the weird feeling that Lena was only responding to him because she knew it was pissing off Claire. Women are weird, so I didn’t quite know what was going on, but you could cut the tension with a knife.
“So, um, Chris, why’d you decide to move to DC?” I asked at one point after he and Lena had been whispering in each other’s ears.
“I’ve always liked the place,” he replied. “So many beautiful women,” he added as he ran a finger along Lena’s forearm. She giggled. Marie snorted.
“Oh… so you lived here before?” I pressed.
He nodded. “Yup. Been a while. Moved out West in 2010. But I’ve never been a California guy.”
“Why not?” Brad asked.
“People out there are too shallow,” he replied.
Marie coughed.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
My wife rolled her eyes.
“Are you jealous, Sis?” Lena teased.
“Oh please, of a cut-rate gigolo?”
Brad laughed. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Where did that come from?”
“I know his type,” Marie replied.
“Yeah?” Chris challenged. “Do tell.”
I put my hand on my wife’s arm. She bristled, but then took a deep breath. “Never mind.” But she couldn’t leave it alone. “You can do better than him,” she said to her sister. Then turning to Claire, “You too.”
“Depends on what I’m looking for, doesn’t it?” Lena asked.
Food done, we were still working on the various bottles of wine Marie had opened for the tasting. Throwing fuel on the fire, Brad ducked into the kitchen and returned with glasses for the scotch as well.
“What are you looking for?” Chris replied.
“What are you offering?” Lena replied before giggling. More glares from Marie and Claire.
There was an awkward pause. “Let’s play a game,” Brad suggested.
“Strip poker,” Lena suggested.
Chris raised an interested eyebrow.
“I don’t think so, Ducky,” Claire replied. “Anyway after last night, you have nothing left to show off.”
“Sounds like I missed a fun evening,” Chris noted.
“It was for them,” Lena replied. “I had to go to bed alone.”
“Maybe we can make up for that tonight,” he replied.
And again, I had the sense he was talking more to Claire than Lena.
“Um, I was thinking, something like, Would You Rather?” Brad proposed.
“What’s that?” I asked.
He nodded. “Okay, beer or wine?”
“Beer,” I said.
He went around the table.
“Wine,” Claire said.
“Wine,” Marie concurred.
“Wine,” Chris said.
“Vodka,” Lena said. Brad gave her a mock scowl. “Okay, wine.”
“Beer,” Brad said finally. Then he turned to me. “You and I lose, 4 to 2. We drink.” He finished off his wine and poured himself a scotch.
I drank my wine as well. “What happens if there is a tie?”
Brad and Lena answered at the same time. He said, “No one drinks.” She was louder, “Everyone drinks.”
“This is a bad idea,” Marie said.
“We could go right to bed,” Lena proposed instead, batting her eyelashes at Chris.
Even Claire laughed at the obvious manipulation of it. “Okay, let’s play. Who’s next?”
Brad nodded in my direction.
“Uh… pizza or tacos?” I said.
“Or in your case, both,” Brad teased.
I gave him the finger.
“Fish tacos?” asked Lena to groans from around the table.
The vote was 4-2 for tacos. Chris and I drank.
It was Lena’s turn. I could see she was tempted go lewd, but the reaction to fish tacos seemed to make her decide to bide her time.
“Sun or ski?” she asked.
Chris thought out loud. “Hmmm, bikinis or hot tubs. Tough one…. Sun,” he said finally.
“And you haven’t even seen my bikini,” Lena flirted.
Since we were all at the beach, the deck was stacked for sun, though Marie insisted ski out of annoyance at her sister. My wife drank.
Chris’ turn. “Fast or slow?”
“Huh?” I said. “What’s that mean?”
I looked over at Brad who shrugged, and then over at my wife who was still scowling at Chris. Man, she did not like the idea of this guy with Lena, which was weird since she’d gotten on-board with the whole Lena needs an older man thing.
“Whatever you want it to mean,” Chris answered.
Claire replied, “Fast.”
“That’s good news for you, Quickdraw,” I teased Brad.
“Slow,” Marie said softly.
“And that’s good for you, Porkchop,” Brad joked back.
Chris was grinning at our oh-so-witty repartee.
“Slow, then fast,” Brad suggested.
“Pick one,” Chris insisted.
“Fast.”
I decided to match my wife. “Slow.”
Lena laughed. “Fast, then faster.”
“That’s a good way to get a rash,” Chris said.
“Not if things are nice and slippery,” Lena replied.
Claire rolled her eyes.
“Fast,” Chris said. “Though as I get older I’m getting to appreciate slow. I guess that happens to a lot of us.” It wasn’t so much what he said, but the way he said it that came off as cryptic.
I shook my head. “You’re a strange cat.”
He chuckled. “Looks like the slowpokes drink.”
I held up my glass to Marie and we drank.
It was Claire’s turn. “Let’s get serious,” she said. “Anal or vaginal?”
“Giving or receiving?” I asked.
“You have a vagina?” Brad said.
“Okay, never mind,” I grumbled at my misfired joke.
“Vaginal,” Marie offered predictably.
“Anal,” Brad said. Though after overhearing them last night, I knew that was wishful thinking on his part.
“Anal,” I said. Wishful thinking on my part too, though in my case because my wife wasn’t into it rather than me being too big.
“Anal,” said Lena.
I didn’t know if she was just saying that to be provocative, but I couldn’t help but flashback to that glimpse of her tight, little asshole last night. Nor could I help but flash-forward to Chris shoving his prick into her butt tonight. He was grinning at her.
“Fast, then faster anal… you might be a keeper,” Chris said.
“Only question is whether you can keep up,” Lena taunted.
He chuckled. “Anal it is.”
Claire smirked. “Anal. Definitely anal.” She turned toward my wife. “Drink up. Maybe if we loosen you up a little, you’ll join the club,” she teased.
Chris laughed. “Is this one of those clubs where you lose your membership if you don’t renew it every few years?”
Lena patted his arm. “What’s the matter, going through a dry spell?”
“I was asking for a friend,” he replied.
Marie drained her glass of Chardonnay and poured herself another. She pondered for a minute, then asked in a flat tone, “Okay, lying or cheating?”
“As in, which is worse?” Claire asked.
Marie shrugged. “You decide. You just can’t answer both,” she said as she glanced around the table.
Brad chuckled under his breath and then leaned over to me and whispered. “Sounds like you’re in the doghouse, Buddy.”
I glanced over at my wife, but she was staring at
Lena and Chris. I could see why Claire was put out, but not what Marie’s problem was. I didn’t have time to ponder it further.
“Cheating,” Brad said.
“Lying,” I countered.
“Lying,” said Lena. “Because, it ain’t cheating if there ain’t lying.”
“Oh don’t worry, you’ll get both,” Marie muttered under her breath, but obviously loud enough to be heard.
Chris leaned back, a grin on his face. “I don’t think your sister likes me,” he said to Lena, although he was staring at my wife.
Lena laughed. “She’s just jelly.”
“That’s what I think too,” Chris said.
Marie just stared at him. Was that steam coming out of her ears?
“Are you sure you don’t know each other?” I asked, looking from Marie to Chris.
My wife seemed oddly uncomfortable, but Chris jumped in. His tone was suddenly serious. “I think actually Marie is just upset that Lena and I are flirting, right? We’re just being silly,” he explained. “I’m sorry if I seemed like I just marched in here like I was one of the gang.”
Claire smiled. “It’s okay, Chris. Just weird adding a new person to the mix.”
He nodded. “Look, I’m going to take a walk for a bit, okay?”
“Want some company?” Lena offered.
He looked down the table to Claire and Marie for permission. My wife and her friend looked at each other and then nodded. Chris smiled and then held out his hand to Lena. The two of them headed out the door.
Brad gulped his drink and slammed the glass back down on the table. “Well, that was fun.”
I chuckled. More uncomfortable than fun, but whatever…. I had to admit that all the innuendo definitely had the expected effect. Even though I didn’t think a few jokes would have Marie suddenly offering me her delicious butt, I was hoping that she, like me, would be up for some fooling around.
I stretched my arms over my head and making sure that Marie was paying attention, I said, “I think I’m going to go up to bed.”
She hesitated. “I’ll be there in a few.”
I suppressed a groan. “I’ll be waiting for you.”
She forced a smile. I slipped upstairs.
Women are weird. There, I said it. Obviously, Marie did not like this Chris guy. But I couldn’t tell if it was just that she didn’t like him being so aggressively flirtatious with Lena or because she knew that Claire was feeling rejected. Or, what? I guess there are just sometimes people you dislike on sight. And, yeah, there was something grating about Chris. He was too… too. Too glib. Too handsome. Too confident. Just a little bit too much of everything.
On the other hand, he did seem like someone who might be able to handle Lena. And she certainly seemed quite taken with him. I wondered what the two of them might be doing down on the beach.
I brushed my teeth, climbed into bed in my boxers, and waited. And waited. Between the sun and booze, I could feel myself drifting off. I didn’t want to be asleep for Marie when she arrived, so I started playing with myself a little. Just to stay in the mood.
Chris was good looking and self-assured enough that you just knew he had a big cock. I think at first, Lena was just messing around with her sister by flirting with him, but by the end of the evening, it was pretty obvious she was planning to give him a whirl.
Lena was crazy hot and oversexed. She talked a good game -- all those hints about liking it fast and hard and preferring anal -- but she also couldn’t seem to keep a man. I wondered if she was a dud in bed. I chuckled. No. There was no fucking way that sexy, little sparkplug was anything other than a beast in the sack. I could just imagine her riding me up and down, my dick in her ass, and her beautiful tits bouncing up and down.
Damn, where was Marie? I was brewing up a perfectly good load of baby-making juice thinking about her sister, and she wasn’t around to take advantage of it. I calmed myself and tossed on my tee shirt and shorts and went back downstairs.
It was quiet. I found Brad sitting alone in the living room with a book and beer.
“Where is everyone?”
He rolled his eyes. “Chris and Lena never came back. The girls were huddled together for a while getting worked up and then finally left to rescue her.”
“You think she needs to be rescued?” I asked.
He laughed. “I’d bet he’s more at risk.”
“You think they’re fucking?”
“Damn, I hope so. At least one of us should be getting some action, and any day that no one is banging Lena is a waste of one of God’s gifts to mankind.”
That came off as darker than he meant it, and it kept me from responding.
“Sorry,” he said. “Too creepy?”
I chuckled. “A little.”
“I’m all worked up,” he explained. “Complete fucking roller coaster. I spent all day both anticipating and dreading tonight because I was sure it was going to happen. I mean, fuck, I don’t know if you guys noticed, but while we were doing dishes, Claire dragged me into our bedroom and sucked me off. She told me she probably wouldn’t be available to take care of me tonight, so she was going to take care of me now. I lasted about twenty seconds after that.”
I laughed. “Well, that explains why I didn’t notice your absence.”
“But now, I don’t know, I feel bad for Claire. Seems like he definitely picked Lena over her.”
I wasn’t sure if he was just about the most evolved guy I’d ever known or maybe the most confident. Either way, I didn’t think I could handle it if it were my wife lusting after some other dude, no matter how hot it made the sex. I wondered if Brad being as well hung as he was helped explain his ability to deal with it.
I nodded. “Yeah, I think Marie feels bad for Claire too.”
He laughed. “Oh yeah. You should have seen the two of them after you went upstairs. I couldn’t quite make out what they were saying, but they were definitely all wound up.”
It was getting late. “You think we should go out looking for them?”
He shrugged. “You think they are lost?”
“I don’t know. Just seems like there is a lot of emotion at play, and maybe we could calm things down.”
“I doubt I’d be much help,” he noted. “I’ll hold down the fort.”
“Okay, call me if everyone gets back home okay. I don’t want to wander the beach all night looking for people already tucked into bed.”
“Deal.”
I started for the door, but then turned and grabbed a beer out of the fridge for the walk.
It was a lovely night. The heat of the day had dissipated, and there was a delicious breeze coming off the ocean, sweet and salty at the same time. I crested the dunes and admired the view of the ocean, white caps glowing in the moonlight, a long ribbon of sandy beach punctuated by a couple of fires at some remove to the north and south.
I wasn’t sure which way to go. A seagull squawked and jetted past me heading north, and I decided to follow in that direction for a bit. The beach was nearly deserted. There was a man with a dog, a young couple walking barefoot in the surf, but no sign of Marie, Claire, Lena, or Chris.
After about twenty minutes, I realized I was wasting my time. It was a big beach, I didn’t even know where they’d gone. I started to head back. Crossing back over the dunes and into our development, I paused to admire the multi-million-dollar houses lining the beach. The one to my left was shuttered as if closed for the season, decks empty, pool covered, it was a forlorn testament to the people with too much money and not enough time to enjoy it. A tragic waste.
I caught a glimpse of motion on the other side of the covered pool. It seemed that someone else had thought the same thing, because a couple had liberated some chaise cushions from a storage bin and created a private little retreat for themselves in the shadow of the mansion.
I’d found Lena and Chris.
I hopped the low fence as they must have and edged closer, hiding in the shadows, and still separated from them by
the pool. They’d found a nice spot. Had I not been stopped and admiring the empty house, I’d have never noticed them, and even from there I couldn’t make out details. Nevertheless, it was obvious what they were up to.
They were, I was not surprised to see, getting it on. Making love, I should say. He was on top, his hands reaching beneath her to cup her ass, and she had him in a clinch, both her arms and legs wrapped around his torso, her ankles locked to keep him from escaping. Not that he seemed to want to do so. They were kissing passionately, and he was giving her deep, hard thrusts that made her body shudder with each stroke. With the breeze off the ocean, it was hard to hear anything except for the occasional sultry moan.
I was disappointed that they were locked so tightly that I barely could see her, just her legs and arms, her pale body in the moonlight, her blond hair. As I watched, he sped up, his muscular ass clenching and driving his prick deeper into her hungry pussy. Through their embrace, she gasped louder, and her body tensed and shivered. He chuckled and slowed his thrusts. She gave him a small nod.
She released him and he rose up. She rolled up from beneath him and got up on her hands and knees. I wished I could see her face, her tits, but she was angled away from me, and I only caught a glimpse of her ass for a second before he positioned himself behind her. She gasped as he entered her, but with his prick once again safely inside her velvety channel, he paused to caress her body, massaging her back, trailing his hands along her ribs, making small circles with his finger in the soft hairs of her nape.
Then suddenly that moment of tenderness ended. He grabbed a big handful of her hair and pulled her head back and as he did, he thrust into her hard. And again. And again. And again. She grunted loudly at each thrust, but she obviously loved it because when he paused after those four, hard strokes, she took over, driving her ass backward to impale herself on his prick. That was the Lena I expected, giving as good as she got.
They fucked like a well-oiled machine, trading off thrusts, each seeming to want to prove that he could bang harder. They were both grunting and chuckling, obviously enjoying their little game. They bodies slapped together rhythmically, the sound blurring with that of the crashing waves to create a unique beachfront percussion. I realized I was rubbing my hard cock and was getting close. I stopped myself, wanting to save it for my wife.
