The first thing Sophie did when she parked her car at work the next morning was to call Clive’s mobile. It went straight to voicemail.
“Hi, it’s me—Sophie. Can you call me when you get a minute? Bye.”
She made her way into the building and stopped for a cup of tea from the break-out area before going to her desk. Nobody else seemed to be around, so while her computer was firing up she called Clive’s office. His PA answered.
“Hi, has Clive arrived yet?”
“I’m sorry, he won’t be in all day. Can I ask who’s calling?”
Sophie hesitated, then gave her name. “I’m a friend,” she added, although she didn’t know why she’d felt the need to clarify.
“I’m sorry, but Clive’s in Brussels on business for a couple of days. You’ll be able to get him on his mobile, but at the moment he’s probably mid-flight.”
“Oh, okay. I’ll try him later. Thanks.”
She ended the call and sat and stared at her computer screen, which was still clunking through the usual start-up routine.
I could fly to Brussels, give him a surprise…
She dismissed the idea immediately. If Clive was in Brussels on business, she knew full well that he’d be concentrating on what he needed to do, and probably working fourteen-hour days. You don’t earn enough to build a swimming pool, sauna and Jacuzzi by working for a couple of hours then sneaking off with your floozy for a quickie.
The rest of the staff started to drift in, and she set about her next document. She was going to concentrate on work and not waste her time thinking about Jim and his MILF-girlfriend going out tonight.
* * * *
“Do you want me to make you something?” Jim was being too friendly, overly helpful.
Sophie rolled her eyes. “Jim, I can make myself something later. Go and have a shower. Wash your cock, you don’t want your pubes getting stuck in her dentures.”
He laughed out loud, swatting her arm. “She does not wear dentures. And anyway, we’ll be in a restaurant.”
This was a surprise. “Isn’t she cooking at her place?”
“No. I’m meeting her in a pub, and we’re eating out.”
“Oh.” She didn’t know why this was so unexpected. “I just thought that since…”
“No, I know. But I asked to take her out. She said pretty much the same thing as you about dinner being surplus to requirements.”
With that, he went upstairs. Sophie heard him singing in the shower a few minutes later.
He came downstairs dressed in dark grey jeans and a black round-necked sweater. He looked casual—and sexy. He’d shaved, and she could smell a splash or two of the JPG aftershave she’d bought him last Christmas.
“You look very nice.”
“Thanks, but I can’t walk very well because these boxers have got a butt-plug sewn into them.”
“Fuck off!”
They both laughed, but it felt slightly awkward. She finally understood what it must be like for him when she went out.
She softened her voice, trying to sound accommodating. “Will you be out all night?”
“Nah. I can’t be having fun on a school night.”
“I don’t mind.” She wasn’t being completely truthful.
He smiled, bent to kiss her cheek and picked up his keys and wallet. “I’ll see you later.”
Sophie listened to his car drive away. She’d never been in this situation before—every time Jim had done anything with another woman, she’d been there, or with another partner. It was a weird feeling. Not jealousy as such, more a feeling of missing out. Which was strange—and selfish, considering the amount of fun she’d enjoyed over the past months.
She picked up her phone and logged onto her email account. Clive had replied to her voicemail around lunchtime, and she re-read his message. He was sorry he hadn’t been able to take her call. He’d be back on Thursday, but was busy that evening as well as Friday. Maybe they could get together one night next week?
She flicked on the TV for background noise, and walked into the kitchen, making herself fried peppers with noodles. It wasn’t until after she’d eaten that she thought tonight would have been a good opportunity to go to the gym. She’d be naked next to Sara on Saturday, and didn’t want to look flabby in comparison.
She watched a cookery programme which made her peppers and noodles seem like a poor excuse for a meal, then started to watch CSI but couldn’t get into it. Picking up her phone she re-read Anja’s text and thought of more cities they could visit. For some reason she liked the idea of a cold city in winter, both of them wrapped in thick woollens with hats and scarves which they could slowly peel off once they got back to their room. Maybe Warsaw or St Petersburg…
Her mind drifted back to when they’d returned from the club on Saturday. Anja had slowly removed the special panties but left her dress and shoes on. They’d sat on the floor facing each other, one’s legs laying over the other’s. Anja had dragged a carrier bag over from the side of a chair and brought out a long, bendable double-ended dildo.
Sophie and been shocked at its size. It was made of some flexible rubber-like jelly and was about eighteen inches long and an inch and a half in diameter. It was colourless with a cockhead-shaped dome on both ends.
Anja had smiled at her, then fed one end of the toy into Sophie’s sex. Considering the dildo was squishy and bendable, it had no problem penetrating her. Then Anja had sat close and fed the other end into her own cunt. The women had kissed while Anja squeezed and relaxed the middle section of the toy with one hand, expanding the ends inside them both.
Eventually Sophie had got to the point where she couldn’t wait any longer. She’d pulled off her dress, and Anja’s. Then she’d pushed the other woman onto her back and, with the dildo still buried deep inside each of them, climbed on top and fucked her friend until both had screamed their release.
Sophie was wet again now, just thinking about it. She was definitely going to see Anja again, and soon. Maybe Berlin would be a good place to start.
Checking her watch, she noted it was getting on for ten and wondered how Jim’s date was going. Would he be getting a blowjob in the restaurant carpark?
That idea triggered another thought, and she opened the photos app on her phone, finding the video clip of her spontaneous fuck in the alley with that stranger. Sophie watched the clip with a weird fascination. She’d sucked him to get him hard, then let him fuck her against a wall. She watched her face as she came on the clip, then the guy banging her and shooting his load. Thinking back to that night, she couldn’t actually believe how she’d behaved. Would she even recognise him if they met again? Possibly, but she honestly couldn’t picture his face now. She’d justified her behaviour to Jim by saying she’d done it for him, so he could watch it while she sucked him off. But deep down Sophie knew she’d wanted to fuck a stranger on a whim. What’s more, she was pretty sure she’d be doing it again.
Replaying the clip, she watched herself sucking the guy and became aware of greater wetness between her legs. She pressed her fingers against herself, the thin material of her leggings no obstacle, and traced her fingertips over her clit. The image on the phone switched to the guy entering her and Sophie moved her fingers a little faster. She could still remember the way she’d felt that night. It had turned her on a lot, just finding a guy and telling him to fuck her.
She watched her expression when he’d made her come, and immediately felt an orgasm building. She slid her hand inside the waistband of her leggings and panties, her fingers now touching the slickness around her sex. On her phone, the man was banging her hard, and Sophie pushed two fingers inside and rocked against the palm of her hand. She came just before the guy on the clip. She made no sound other than a few sharp intakes of breath.
Sophie removed her fingers and stroked her labia gently, smiling to herself. Tonight was Jim’s turn to have fun, yet she’d still managed to come. Well, what’s good for the goose, as they say.
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fter channel-surfing and reading her phone for a while, she tidied away her plate and headed up to bed a little before eleven. She was still awake when Jim’s car pulled into the drive. The bedroom window was open and she could hear him whistling to himself as he walked to the back door. Sounds like he got that blowjob.
Jim tiptoed into the bedroom. “You still awake?”
She sighed. “Yes, your post-orgasmic chirpy whistle was too loud to sleep through.”
“Huh?”
“Nothing. Come to bed and tell me all about it.”
Jim went to the bathroom and returned a couple of minutes later. He quickly stripped and climbed in beside her, smelling of toothpaste and another woman’s perfume.
She tried to keep her voice casual. “So, how was it?”
“It was really nice. The food was excellent—we’ll have to go there some time.”
“Okay… But I meant the date itself?”
“Oh. Yeah, nice.” He shrugged, but it was obvious from the stupid smirk on his face that it’d been better than he was making out.
“Only ‘nice’?”
“Dinner was nice, and so was she. It was a very nice evening.”
She wrinkled her nose slightly. “Doesn’t sound that nice to me.”
“Sophie, we had dinner. We chatted and ate—it was never going to be like one of your fuck-fests.”
That stung. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying not every meeting between two people has to end with sex. I asked her out for dinner and she said yes. I took her to dinner. End of story.”
“Jim, I don’t mind if you fucked her.”
“Thanks, that’s very good of you.” His voice was laced with sarcasm.
“Meaning what?”
“Well, when you consider how many men and women you’re fucking every couple of weeks, you’re not really in any position to mind what I do.”
“Hey, don’t be like this.” Sophie didn’t want this argument and was eager to diffuse the situation before it escalated. She placed her hand on his chest. “I wasn’t picking a fight, I just don’t need you to pretend nothing happened if it did.”
He took a deep breath, seemed to relax. “Sorry. Look, I know you wouldn’t mind if we’d had sex, and if we had, I’d tell you. Okay? But tonight we just talked.”
“Okay, I believe you. Like you say, why would you lie about it?”
“Exactly. It’s just like you with G-J. You keep telling me that nothing’s gone on with him, which I find surprising.”
This caught her by surprise. “What’s G-J got to do with this?”
“I’m just using him as an example. He’s someone who we know is attracted to you because he gets off by watching you have sex. You’ve already admitted you find him attractive, and yet you claim nothing’s happened between the two of you.”
Sophie frowned, puzzled by his reasoning. “Nothing has happened between us.”
“And would you tell me if it did?”
“Of course I would. I tell you about everything.” Except for what I do with Clive.
Jim held out his hands. “Well that’s exactly how it is with Naomi. I’ll tell you about it when it happens, but so far, nothing has.”
Sophie believed him, despite the smell of perfume around his face and neck. “Fair enough. So, what did she wear?”
He looked flabbergasted by her question.
She shrugged. “Women want to know details like that.”
“She wore a dark red top and black jeans.”
“Her hair?”
“Yeah, she wore that too.”
She giggled. “You know what I mean.”
“Pinned up with bits hanging down at each side of her face.”
“Where did you leave her at the end of the night? Did you drive her home?”
He smiled, shook his head. “Her car was on the pub carpark, so I dropped her there.”
“What about a goodnight kiss?”
Jim puckered his lips and leaned towards her. She slapped his arm, laughing.
“You know what I mean.”
He nodded. “Yes, we shared a goodnight kiss.”
Sophie thought about it for a couple of seconds. “You could probably have got a blowjob.”
“Maybe, but I was happy with the kiss.”
Sophie frowned. “Don’t forget the rules—they’re just pieces of meat we use for our own pleasure.”
He laughed out loud. “Yeah, well maybe I’m cooking this one a bit slower than usual.”
Sophie nodded, turned the light off and lay back on her pillow. It was strange, but she’d probably be a lot less jealous if Jim had actually fucked Naomi, rather than simply sharing a goodnight kiss. This lifestyle was weird, sometimes.
* * * *
When Sophie arrived home from work the following evening, she found Jim dressed in shorts and t-shirt. His hair was still wet and he was obviously fresh from the shower.
She dropped her handbag on the counter, tried to keep her voice calm. “Are you going out again?”
Jim looked up, shook his head. “No, I’m just about to make dinner.”
“So why the shower?”
“I went for a quick run when I got home, decided to shower rather than hum all evening.”
“Oh.” She walked through to the living room, wondering why she didn’t believe him.
He followed her. “Shall I take a chilli out of the freezer?”
“Yeah, that’ll be good.”
While the chilli was defrosting in the microwave, Sophie wondered if he’d been in touch with Naomi. She considered asking when he was planning on seeing her again but didn’t want to risk another confrontation like the one they’d had last night. Instead she decided to talk about their plans for Saturday night.
“Have you heard from Sara?”
Jim looked up, a startled expression on his face. “Sorry?”
“We’re supposed to be going over this weekend, but I’ve not heard from her since last week.”
“Oh, right. No. Last time I saw her, she said she’d sort things out with you.”
Sophie nodded. “I’ll phone her later—she’s probably at the gym now.”
Jim nodded, disappeared back into the kitchen and she soon heard him chopping peppers.
They ate in the living room with their bowls on their knees. They watched TV in relative silence and Jim announced he was tired and went to bed shortly after ten.
Sophie stayed up and checked her email. Clive had sent her a short message saying he was free every night the following week, which made her tingle inside.
The rest of their week was relatively quiet, and on Saturday evening they drove over to Sara and Billy’s.
Billy opened the door. “Hi guys, come in.” He stepped back, shaking Jim’s hand and kissing Sophie on the cheek. “You look fabulous, as always.”
“Thank you.” She gazed into his eyes, a weird thrill running down her spine with the knowledge that she’d be having sex with him in a couple of hours.
“Come through, Sara’s still getting ready. What can I get you to drink?”
Sophie handed him the two bottles of red they’d brought with them. “I’ll have a glass of wine, please.”
Billy took the bottles and read the labels. “Any preference over which one you get first?”
Sophie licked her lips seductively. It seemed like every conversation she had lately had a double meaning. “No. If I know I’m going to be getting both, I don’t mind which order they come in.”
Billy laughed, turned to Jim. “What about you, mate?”
“I’ll have the same.”
“Okay. Take a seat, Sara’ll be down in a minute.” He left to get their drinks.
When Sophie and Jim were left on their own, Jim stood by the fireplace and Sophie looked at some photographs on the wall.
“You look nice tonight.”
Sophie turned towards her husband and smiled. “Thanks.”
She wore a figure-hugging blue woollen dress
that ended a couple of inches above her knees, and white sandals. The nails of her toes and fingers were painted a similar shade of blue to her dress, and her hair was loose.
Billy returned with their drinks. “Here you go—cheers.”
Sophie took her glass. “Thanks. I was just look—”
“God, sorry.” Sara breezed into the room, and everyone fell silent. “I got back late, then needed to get supper prepared before my shower.”
Sara looked stunning. Sophie had expected her friend to be dressed provocatively, but thought it’d be simply a case of her skirt being a bit shorter than Sophie’s, her heels a bit higher.
Sara wore a dark-red sleeveless mini-dress in raw silk, and it was obvious there was no bra. Her long legs were swathed in fishnet tights, the type with large, two-inch mesh diamonds. Her black shoes had ridiculously high stiletto heels.
“You look fabulous.” Sophie meant it.
Sara smiled and did a twirl. “Thanks, babe.”
Sophie noticed that Jim’s eyes were fixed on Sara. “Jim, put your tongue away.”
He looked away, embarrassed, but Sara stepped close to him and stroked his stomach.
“I’ll show you somewhere to put that tongue later. But in the meantime, look all you want. You’re the reason I’m dressed like this—I want you eager.”
Jim seemed tongue-tied and Sara laughed, stroking his chest. Sophie watched them for a split second, then turned to look at Billy. He was watching her reaction to Sara, and she smiled at him. She’d make sure Billy was eager, too.
“Why don’t you three go through to the dining room?” Sara left for the kitchen.
The dining table was circular and Sophie sat with Jim to her left, Billy to her right. Sara brought in a tray with four small bowls and handed them out, then sat directly opposite Sophie. The bowls contained hummus.
Sophie was impressed. “Wow, have you made this yourself?”
Sara nodded. “To be honest, it’s very easy. There’s carrot sticks and pitta bread in here.” She lifted the lid off the dish in the centre of the table.
The friends made small talk while they ate, and when Sara had finished, she wiped her hands and propped them under her chin. “So, are you going to tell us about some of the things you’re getting up to on your trips with G-J?”
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