“Where’ve you been?”
Jim stopped, startled by her tone. “I’ve been to the gym. You told me you were expecting a long weekend and probably wouldn’t be getting back until Monday.”
“Maybe if you answered your fucking phone you’d know when I was getting back.”
Shock turned to anger. “Well, as it turned out, you decided to take both phone chargers to Vienna so I couldn’t actually use my phone at all.”
Sophie’s face showed a temporary frown of confusion, quickly replaced by contrition. “I thought you’d moved my charger, so I took yours.”
“I never touched your charger. Why would I?” Jim tried to keep his voice calm. He couldn’t help wondering if Sophie’s weekend hadn’t been successful, so she was taking out her frustration on him.
Sophie lowered her head into her hands, sighed, then looked up with guilty wide eyes. “Shit, I’m sorry. I took mine to charge my phone on the way to work on Friday—it’s still in my car.”
Jim stared at her. “And why couldn’t you have remembered that before you took mine?”
Sophie shook her head. “I’m sorry, I was rushing round getting ready. Jim, I’m really sorry.”
Without answering he turned and took his kitbag upstairs, dropping his dirty clothes and towel into the basket in the bathroom. He put the bag and trainers into the bottom of his wardrobe. When he got back downstairs, Sophie was standing in the kitchen.
“I’m making a brew, do you want a coffee?”
He knew this was an olive branch—which he was prepared to accept—but wasn’t in the mood for a hot drink. “No thanks. I’ve worked up a thirst, so I’ll have one of these instead.” He took a chilled beer from the fridge.
He saw Sophie’s expression as she looked at the bottle. He passed it to her and grabbed another from the fridge for himself. They flipped the caps and sat back in the living room.
Jim took a swig, then looked over at her. “I take it from your less-than-happy attitude that Vienna wasn’t what you were hoping it would be.”
Sophie shook her head. “Jim, I’m really sorry I was short with you. I didn’t mean to come across like that. I was just disappointed when you weren’t here when I got home, that’s all.”
Jim watched her face, waiting for the real reason. There’d probably been some problem with what G-J had planned for her.
She smiled. It was a nice smile, the one that could still make his stomach turn. “Vienna was fabulous. I had a great time.”
Jim was puzzled. “The city or the sex?”
She laughed. “Both. The city’s beautiful, and so was the sex I had.”
Jim felt a lump in his throat but couldn’t get past the feeling that something must have upset her. “So you weren’t made to do anything you weren’t comfortable with?”
“The sex was really good. Jim, my weekend was fine—a great success. I’m sorry I was so grumpy, I just would have liked you to answer my texts, that’s all.”
“Well, if I could have bought another phone charger locally, I’d have answered them. Anyway, I’ve ordered a new one on-line. I actually emailed to ask if you’d seen mine. Did you not think to check your email when you got no reply to a text?”
Sophie closed her eyes and shook her head. “No, while I was there I didn’t look at my email or Facebook or anything. I’m sorry. Can we start again, pretend I’ve just got back?”
Jim laughed, relaxing at last. “Yeah, okay. How was your weekend shag-fest?”
Sophie giggled. “It was very nice, thanks for asking.” She took a slug of her beer, and he saw her eyes studying him.
He smiled. “What?”
“I’m going to buy us tickets to see a ballet.”
“What?”
“Jim, it was fantastic. The music, the dancing, the whole experience. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.”
He nodded, but let her know from his expression that he wasn’t convinced it was his sort of thing.
They sat in silence for a few more seconds, and then his curiosity got the better of him. “So, the sex…?”
She shook the hair back from her face and stared into his eyes. “Shouldn’t we save this discussion until we’re in bed?”
He liked that idea, but needed something now. “We can save the details until later, but just give me a brief description to be thinking about.”
Sophie licked her lips and held his gaze for a few seconds. “I was dressed like a slut and put onto a stage in a theatre. Two men licked me, shoved their cocks into my mouth and then fucked me, while several people watched from the seats.”
Jim’s jaw dropped. “Are you serious?”
Sophie shrugged, drank some more beer. “Does that give you something to think about?”
“You could say that, yeah.”
“Good. Now, what do you want to do about dinner? I’ve not eaten since breakfast.”
“I could phone for a pizza, if you like.”
She nodded. “Yeah, there’s nothing like coming home to reality. After the splendour of a trip to the ballet in Vienna, takeaway pizza will be perfect. And another beer.”
Jim smiled, then took great pleasure in making her phone for it then pay for it, using her own card.
* * * *
They went upstairs early, a little before ten. Both got into bed naked. Jim’s cock was already wet with pre-cum. Sophie straddled him, leaned down and kissed him on the mouth. Then she brushed her nipples over his chest, making him shiver.
Her eyes sparkled in the lamplight. “What would you like to know about my weekend?”
He liked how her hair hung in his face. “Let’s do it in order. What happened Friday?”
Sophie sat up a little. “We flew in the afternoon. G-J had things he needed to read on the plane, so I just sat and pretended to the other passengers that I belonged in business class. The city’s lovely, and he told me he’d lived there for a couple of years in the eighties.”
“G-J used to live in Vienna?”
Sophie nodded, her eyes wide. “I also found out he’s been married four times.”
“Ouch. I bet four divorces hurt his bank balance.”
She laughed. “I suppose so, but I get the idea they were a long time ago. I guess he’s made another fortune since then.”
Jim didn’t want to dwell on the exes’ maintenance settlements. “So, Friday?”
“Friday, we went to my hotel and I got ready in my room. We met in the bar an hour later, and then headed off to the ballet. It was in the most fabulous building, like a palace with marble and chandeliers and… It was just unbelievable.”
“And then?”
“We sat in one of the boxes and watched the ballet. The colours, the music, the dancing. It was all wonderful. Then we went back to the hotel, but G-J disappeared somewhere afterwards.”
“How d’you know?”
“I heard him tell the taxi driver to wait for him while he dropped me off. He went back out somewhere. That was the end of my Friday.”
Jim reached up and stroked her breasts. “Okay, Saturday?”
“We had breakfast in the hotel, then spent the morning sightseeing.”
“And the afternoon?”
Sophie leaned down and kissed his ear. “In the afternoon, I got fucked.”
He was already hard. “Hmm. And how did you like it?”
She raised herself up enough to grip his cock and slide it inside her.
Jim sighed, then watched her face as she described the empty theatre, getting dressed as a slutty ballerina, the music and spotlights, the two guys, and what they did to her. By the time she’d got to the part where the second man bent her over and fucked her from behind, Jim was on the brink of coming.
Sophie was evidently aware of it, pushing down onto him and rocking her hips.
Jim erupted, a deep sigh accompanying his release.
She leaned down and crushed her breasts against his chest. “Yeah, that’s how it was. All their hot cream firing into me, just like yours is n
ow.”
He watched her face. She wasn’t trying to make him jealous—she was saying it for his benefit.
He dug his fingers into her buttocks. “And you loved it. Loved their hot cream.”
“Oh yeah, I fucking… I… Oh god, Jim, I’m coming.”
Jim could feel his cock being gripped. He wondered if the dancers had been impressed when she’d come on their cocks. Had they marvelled at the intensity of her spasms and contractions as they’d pumped their loads into her?
Sophie continued to rock on him as she rode out her pleasure, then lay motionless on his chest. He could feel her heart beating against his, breath warm against his neck. He kissed the top of her head.
She stayed with her head against his chest. “Tell me about your weekend.”
“There isn’t much to tell. I worked late Friday because you weren’t here. We’re a bit snowed under because Patrick’s been signed off sick for a couple of weeks.”
“Oh? What’s up with him?”
Jim smiled to himself. He knew Sophie fancied Patrick. “Ligament damage to his knee, apparently. Did it water-skiing, or jet-skiing or something on holiday in Greece.”
“So you didn’t go out Friday night?”
“No. I picked up a curry on the way home and watched telly. Yesterday I washed both cars and mowed the lawn. Had a quiet evening watching telly.”
Sophie sat up and stared at him. “What about Sara?”
“What about her?”
“I thought you two were going to hook up while I was away.”
“Yeah, that was the plan. But my phone had no charge, so I had no way of getting hold of her. I don’t know her number—I don’t think I know anyone’s number any more. Everything’s stored in my phone.”
“So you didn’t see her?”
Jim shook his head. “No.”
“I really am sorry about the charger.”
“It’s no big deal. I can arrange to see Sara anytime now my phone’s working again.”
Sophie wriggled against him, and he felt his softened cock slip out of her. “It may be a while before I’m away again.”
Jim rolled her off him and onto the bed beside him, looked into her face. “That’s okay. But if she can’t wait for me, we could still get together while you’re here.”
Sophie smiled. “With Billy?”
Jim laughed. “Yeah, if you like.” He reached over and turned the light off.
* * * *
The next morning at work, Jim texted Sara to explain why he hadn’t arranged to meet her while Sophie had been away. He didn’t want Sophie to mention her trip to Sara and then for Sara to be hurt he hadn’t bothered to call her.
She sent a short text back asking for his email address, which he sent, and received another just moments later, telling him to check his email.
Her message contained both mobile and home phone numbers and a photo of a pair of breasts with the caption ‘These are waiting to be played with!’
Jim smiled, and his cock twitched inside his pants. He replied by text: ‘Thanks for the contact info. And I’ll play with those whenever you like.’
‘Are you free for lunch today?’
This was a surprise, but before thinking too much about it, he replied. ‘I can be.’
Jim bit his lip while she typed her response. This was a new thing for him. Sophie was the one who usually organised things—for herself or for both of them—yet here he was, arranging to meet up with a woman for lunch. What would Sophie say about it?
‘How about we meet in the multi-storey carpark behind the council offices?’
His heart thumped in his chest. He was expecting to meet in a pub, or a café, or even in the park for a picnic. The multi-storey carpark was poorly lit and fairly private. He tapped out a message. ‘Shall I bring sandwiches?’
Immediate reply: ‘We probably won’t have time to eat!!!’ She added a couple of blushing smileys.
Jim’s cock was swelling in his pants, and he had to adjust himself to ease the discomfort. He checked his watch; he’d be meeting Sara in just over an hour.
He considered sending an email to Sophie at work to let her know he was meeting Sara, but quickly dismissed that idea. He could tell her later.
* * * *
Jim saw Sara’s car directly opposite the ramp when he reached the second floor of the carpark. She got out of her car and walked towards his. She wore a short skirt, white blouse and sandals. Her legs were tanned and she looked good.
She opened his passenger door. “Hello, stranger.”
Jim watched her legs as she stepped into his car.
She gave him a knowing smile, then nodded towards the up-ramp. “Let’s go up to the next level, see if we can find a space near the back wall.”
He put the car in gear and headed for the next floor. He drove slowly, checking for spaces. He found one next to a concrete pillar and drove in forwards so his windscreen faced the wall.
“Perfect.”
Jim turned off the engine and looked at her. “Perfect for what?” His stomach was in knots.
She looked up towards the car roof, as if thinking of an answer. “Perfect for what I have in mind.”
“Ah.” Jim nodded. “Lunch.”
Sara shook her head. “Not exactly. So, have you told Sophie you’re seeing me today?”
The question startled him and Sara must have seen it in his expression.
“That’s okay. I haven’t told Billy either. It can be our secret.”
“Do we need it to be a secret?”
She looked into his eyes. “Probably not, but I like it as a secret.”
Jim was starting to get a bad feeling about their rendezvous. “What are we doing?”
Sara leaned closer until her nose was touching his. “We’re leading up to having sex.”
Jim swallowed. “Sex?”
“Yeah. I’m going to suck your cock until it’s hard, then I’m going to sit on it and fuck your brains out.”
He could smell her perfume, and imagined he could smell her cunt. “You don’t need to suck my cock—it’s hard already.”
Sara smiled and started to undo his belt.
Jim reached across and pinched her nipple. “But you can suck it anyway, because I like to taste my cock on your tongue.”
Sara pulled him out of his zip and lowered her head. The warmth of her mouth made him gasp.
His cock disappeared into her throat and her nose pressed into his hair. He pinched her nipples through her blouse again, and pushed his cock further into her mouth as she groaned.
She sat up, quickly removed her panties, hitched her skirt up around her waist and lifted herself over onto his lap. Gripping his cock, she held it up and guided it to her entrance. Her breath was ragged and she was gritting her teeth.
Jim had fucked Sara before—more than once—but every time he’d done it, Sophie had been in bed with them. The first occasion was a threesome, the second a foursome, with Sara’s husband Billy. This felt different. It felt wrong. It felt like cheating.
She rubbed his cockhead back and forward through her wet outer lips, half-closing her eyes as she moved it against her clit. “Are you thinking we shouldn’t be doing this?”
Jim stared into her eyes. They were a clear blue. “What do you think?”
Sara was still holding his cock, gliding it along her sopping slit. “I think you’re worried that Sophie wouldn’t approve.”
He cupped her breasts and ran his thumbs over her nipples. “Sophie’s too busy fucking strangers to care about what I do.”
She smiled. “Do you care about her fucking strangers?”
“No, it turns me on. Do you care about Billy fucking other women?”
“No.” She lowered herself onto him until his tip was just inside her. “Do you want to fuck me, Jim?”
He shook his head slowly. “No, not really.” Then he gripped her hips and pushed her down forcefully until his cock was buried deep inside her.
Sara groaned.
“I want to do something to you that’s much dirtier, but fucking you will have to do for now.”
She held onto his arms as he bounced her up and down on his cock. She rested her forehead on his shoulder. She took up the rhythm, thrusting on him. It was wonderful. It was better than wonderful—it was perfect. They were fucking inside his car on the third floor of a multi-storey carpark at lunchtime and every nerve-ending in his body seemed to hum with her movements.
He ran his hands down her hips and around her backside. He caressed lower. Her juices were everywhere, her bum cheeks and inner thighs slick with her nectar. He pictured the scene Sophie had described a couple of months ago: Sophie wearing blue stockings and high heels being fucked by a man called Clive, and Sara completely naked and being taken by two men, one from the front and the other from the back.
Sara was moaning, whispering into his ear. She loved his cock, loved it inside her. She loved his cum, wanted that inside her, too.
Jim rested his first and second fingers against the base of his cock and let them slide into her sex a couple of times as she fucked him. Then he placed the lubricated fingers at the puckered opening of asshole and pushed them into her.
She screamed and dug her nails painfully into his arms.
He didn’t stop finger-fucking her backside, and she didn’t stop taking his cock to the deepest, warmest place she had. He exploded and saw stars. He was aware of her cries, and felt his cock being gripped tighter. His fingers kept pumping and she muttered that she was coming again, but he was too lost in his enjoyment to care. His entire body was shaking, and when he opened his eyes he saw Sara’s shocked expression.
She frowned. “What the fuck was that?”
Jim worried he’d gone too far. He removed his fingers and stroked the curve of her buttocks.
Her face was still set in a frown. “I can’t remember coming like that before.” She laughed, shook her head. “Jesus, Jim. What the hell did you just do to me?”
He ran his hands up her back. “All I did was let you fuck me.”
“Yeah—well, you’re going to have to let me fuck you again. And soon.”
He liked the idea. “Okay.”
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