Global Playground

by Delores Swallows

  They got dressed and went into the kitchen. Jim got two beers from the fridge and Sophie took the casserole out of the oven. They sat at the kitchen table and ate in relative silence.

  Jim was curious about what she’d said earlier. “Did the people filming you give any instructions, like a director in a porn film?”

  She shook her head while she finished her mouthful. “No. I think they were under orders to just capture what happened. G-J admitted later that he’s had everything filmed, every time I’ve been away with him.”

  “Really?”

  “I knew Hamburg had been filmed, obviously—but not the others. The ballet one would have been easy, because I was on a stage under a spotlight and the rest of the theatre was in darkness. For Bangkok, he’d had cameras hidden in the hotel room before we arrived. I suppose he could have done the same for London, or maybe he watched through a camera with a zoom lens, and not a telescope like he’d claimed.”

  Jim thought about it. The perverted voyeur inside his head wanted to ask if there was a chance he could see the film of her night with Lawan.

  “So, had Earl finished with you by then?”

  She smiled and picked up her beer bottle. “Oh no. He had me four times.”

  Jim watched her face, imagined her writhing in pleasure as the huge cock ploughed into her over and over. “Tell me about it, then.”

  “After the second time, we sat around drinking. The couple with the cameras smoked some weed and me, G-J and Earl drank some rum. Then we started again, and the third time was my favourite.”

  “Why?”

  “It started slow and sexy, then it got hot and dirty, and it lasted for a long time. I couldn’t tell you how many times I came.”

  There was a tightness in his chest. “Were you on the bed again?”

  “We started there, moved to the floor and ended up with me bent over the table.”

  “Tell me what you can remember.”

  She put her bottle down and pushed her chair back. “Take me to bed and I will.”

  They left dinner unfinished and headed upstairs. They stripped quickly and got into the bed. They lay on their sides, facing each other. Sophie immediately took his cock in her hand and started stroking it.

  “The third time started off like the first. I sat on top for a while and rode him, then he got on top and fucked me nice and slow until I came. I can’t remember exactly how it happened, but I was sitting back on top then decided to suck him. He liked that, so I’d suck him for a minute or so and then climb back onto his cock and ride him. Then I’d suck him again. I came while I was riding him, then tried to make him come with my mouth, but I couldn’t.”

  Jim’s cock was hard again, and she pulled him on top of her, guiding him inside.

  She held his buttocks and placed her mouth next to his ear. “Then he made me kneel on the floor so he could fuck me doggy-style. In that position it felt like his cock was sliding right up into my stomach. I’d never felt anything like it.”

  Jim’s eyes were closed tight. They’d done this very thing many times in the past; Sophie describing her sex with someone else, and him getting off on it.

  “He fucked me hard, slamming his huge thing into me, and I came again. But he was pushing into me so hard that I kept scooting along the floor. So he picked me up and bent me over a big wooden table, spread my legs and fucked me there. It went on for a long time before he came inside me.”

  With his eyes closed tight, Jim moved slowly in and out of her.

  Sophie scratched her nails down his sides. “I’m going to come soon.”

  He opened his eyes and stared into her face. He was breathless, but not ready to come yet. “Tell me about the fourth time.”

  She smiled. “That was a middle-of-the-night thing. The camera-couple had gone and we were all chilled out. I’d fallen asleep with Earl on the bed, but G-J was still awake, drinking on the couch. He only sleeps for about four hours a night. I woke up and Earl was playing with my tits.”

  “Did G-J see you?”

  “Of course he did. There was no sheet to cover us and he was smiling from his chair. We were lying spoons, and Earl fed himself in from behind. It was slow and sensual, but considering he’d already shot his load three times, he came relatively quickly.”

  “Inside you again?”

  She nodded, then gave a sharp gasp. “Jim, I’m…”

  He felt her spasm, and pushed himself deeper. “Do you want me to come over you?”

  “Don’t you dare pull out of me yet…”

  Pushing deeper still, he raised his hands and pinched both her nipples, making her squeal. She arched her back and dug her nails painfully into his shoulders. Jim banged hard and came inside her. They groaned and writhed together until both were fully spent. Then they rolled apart, both panting.

  They lay in silence for a few minutes before Sophie excused herself and went to the bathroom.

  Jim got up, put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and went back downstairs. Sophie joined him a few minutes later wearing the denim skirt and white blouse.

  She smiled. “Want another beer?”

  “Yeah, thanks.”

  She handed him the bottle and sat on the opposite sofa. “Sara said she’d called at the weekend.”

  He tensed. “Yes, she did. I assume you’d told her to drop round to try and pacify me after deciding to go to the States for a few days.”

  She looked surprised, but then smiled and nodded. “I thought it’d be a nice surprise for—”

  “It wasn’t. Lisa was here at the time.”

  Sophie’s eyes opened wide. “It really was Lisa?”

  He frowned. “Why? Did Sara say I was with some woman who I tried to pass off as your sister?”

  Her face hardened. “And just what exactly were the two of you doing?”

  Jim was taken aback. “Standing in the living room, with me struggling to explain why I didn’t know where you were.”

  “That’s not what I heard.”

  “Oh? And just what did Sara tell you?”

  “I can’t believe you’d do anything with—”

  “Nothing happened. Nothing was ever going to happ—”

  “You’ve always fancied Lisa.” There was venom in her voice.

  “What? Have I fu—”

  Her eyes narrowed. “You were gutted when she married Scott.”

  “That was because the bloke was a total twat. But nobody else bothered to look through the slimy façade he put up.”

  “So how did you do it? Did you tell her you were lonely?”

  “Sophie, get a fucking grip! What are you thinking? Lisa called in to see us because she’d been to see a friend of hers. I was caught off guard and couldn’t explain your absence. I had to admit I didn’t know where you were, or when you’d be back. She thought you’d left me.”

  Sophie glared at him, but he got the impression she was beginning to believe him.

  He took a breath and tried calming down. “I told her you were taking a short trip with a friend. Then Sara walked in through the back door liked she lived here—dressed like a hooker—and Lisa put two and two together. She now knows we have the open relationship thing. Sara as good as told her.”

  “So you weren’t half-dressed?”

  “Of course not! Lisa still had her coat on—she arrived a few minutes before Sara got here.”

  “Jim, I’m—”

  “Fucking stupid? Because that’s how you’re acting. Why would you believe Sara before you believe me?”

  “She’s my friend and—”

  “I’m your husband, although the way we’re acting you wouldn’t know it. I feel more like your fucking pimp.”

  “That’s not—”

  “That’s how it is.”

  Sophie looked bewildered. “But why would Sara make that up?”

  “Because she’s a bitch. Because I told her I’d prefer a cup of coffee. Because I didn’t lust after her the way Billy lusted after you that morning.” He r
an his fingers through his hair. “Or maybe she’s just bitter because you’re fucking people all over the world and she can’t get anyone to make her feel special.”

  “I know you tried to make her feel special in the multi-storey carpark a few times.”

  Jim stared at her, open-mouthed. He didn’t bother to deny it. “That was…”

  She shrugged. “I’m not bothered about it. It’s up to you what you do. You can have sex in carparks and sleep with old women, it doesn’t bother me.”

  Jim bristled at her comment about Naomi. “She’s not an old woman.”

  Sophie smiled humourlessly.

  Jim sat back on his sofa. “So, who did you fuck in Florida?”

  She looked startled. “What?”

  “Was there another man lined up in Florida, or were you really just having a break?”

  “No, it was just the two of us.”

  Jim watched her face, saw something in her expression. “You fucked G-J.”

  Now it was Sophie’s turn to stare open-mouthed. “Jim…”

  “Was this the first time, or have you been screwing him all along?”

  “No I haven’t. I would have told you if I was. For Christ’s sake, Jim, I tell you everything I do.”

  Jim stared at her, unsure of how he felt about the revelation. He’d suspected it all along, so the fact it was confirmed hardly seemed to matter. “Well, I suppose he’s been patient. Or were all the other people used as foreplay?”

  She shook her head. “He never expected anything to happen. He told me when he’d asked about going on these trips, his sole intention was to be only a voyeur.”

  “You can’t believe that.”

  “Actually, I do.” She sat forward, took a deep breath. “I instigated me and G-J becoming intimate. He was really shocked when I suggested it.”

  Jim frowned. “Why? He obviously finds you attractive; why else would he want to watch men fuck you?”

  “Yes, he finds me attractive. But he’d never imagined the attraction would be returned. He pointed out that everyone he’d arranged for me to have sex with had been young and good-looking. He didn’t see himself as the type of guy I’d fancy.”

  He laughed. “Sophie—no offence, but you’ll fuck anything with a pulse and a hard-on. I mean, you never even saw the guy you fucked in London.”

  She nodded, now looking serious. “Yeah, I suppose that’s true. But G-J said fucking him had never been part of our arrangement, and I shouldn’t feel obliged to do it. He pointed out that he’s a rich man who’s happy to pay women to do whatever he wants.”

  Jim picked up his beer and sipped it silently for a few seconds.

  “Well?” Sophie had a smirk on her face.

  “Well what?”

  She shook her head and picked up the remote. “Nothing.” She switched on the TV.

  “What is it?”

  She smiled at him. “We both know you’re dying to ask me to describe what happened, but it’ll wait.”

  * * * *

  The following morning Sophie left for work while Jim was in the shower. He dressed and went downstairs, ate some cereal and checked his phone; no messages from Naomi. He wondered how she’d slept, if she’d lain in bed imagining him and Sophie fucking like rabbits while discussing the Jamaican adventure.

  He missed her, and hated himself for his inability to resist Sophie.

  At work, Jim’s boss called him and Patrick into his office. Apparently the two of them were going to be working on a project together, and they’d have to attend a meeting with the client that afternoon.

  They travelled to the client’s offices in Jim’s car and made small talk on the way.

  “So, is the knee fully healed now?”

  Patrick bent it a couple of times, as if testing it out. “It’s fine for walking and stuff, but I won’t be able to do any sports for a while. Ryan wants us to go skiing in March, so I’m going to the gym three times a week to try and build up the muscles around it before then.”

  Jim nodded, surprised that Patrick had felt comfortable enough to talk about his boyfriend.

  “I liked the woman you were with in town. She seems like a lot of fun.”

  Jim glanced at him, laughed. “Yeah, she is fun. But then, that’s what fuck-buddies are for.”

  Patrick laughed. “I’m assuming Sophie knows about her?”

  “Yeah. We have this weird relationship where we don’t really care who the other sees.”

  “That sounds like a lot of relationships I’ve had in the past. But with Ryan, we just keep to ourselves.”

  Jim nodded. “That’s probably wise. If I’m honest, I’m not sure that what me and Sophie are doing is a good idea.”

  Patrick shrugged. “You have to try these things, get it out of your system.”

  Jim nodded, thought about what his colleague had said. Then they started discussing the client they were about to meet, and what information they needed to get from the meeting.

  * * * *

  Jim was home a little later than usual because he and Patrick got held up in traffic after their meeting, but Sophie still wasn’t back yet. He wondered if she’d felt obliged to work a little later to try and catch up after Florida, or if she’d decided to go somewhere for a quickie. He didn’t really care either way.

  Jim changed into a pair of jogging bottoms and t-shirt then started to make dinner. Sophie arrived just after six-fifteen, about an hour later than usual. Jim smiled a greeting but didn’t mention the time.

  “Sorry I’m late. I had to catch up with something before I could leave.”

  Jim nodded. “No problem. Are you ready to eat now?”

  She nodded. “I’ll just get changed.”

  As Sophie headed upstairs, Jim added beansprouts to the wok and heated them for just a minute; he hated them soggy. He was sitting at the kitchen table eating when Sophie returned wearing black leggings and one of his t-shirts; obviously she wasn’t trying to seduce him tonight.

  Jim was determined to keep things light and civil. “How was your day?”

  “It was okay. One of my reports came back for an amendment while I was off, and Darren had tried to do it but messed up the formatting.”

  “Darren?”

  “We went to his barbeque a while back.”

  “Oh yeah, I remember him. And he’d fucked it up?”

  She shook her head, smiling. “It wasn’t his fault. Something had corrupted the file, and it took a bit of sorting, that’s all.”

  “Oh.”

  They ate in an awkward silence for a few moments, then Sophie looked up. “Are you in or out tonight?”

  Jim paused. He’d no plans to go out later, but if Sophie was going out he’d go and see Naomi. “I’m not sure. Why, are you?”

  Sophie put down her fork. “I don’t want to cause another argument, but someone’s invited me round for a few drinks.”

  He shrugged. “That’s fine.”

  “You don’t mind?”

  “Nope. But if you’re going to be drinking, you probably shouldn’t drive.”

  She nodded. “Yeah, maybe I’ll get a taxi back.”

  “Why not just stay the night at Clive’s? I’m sure he’ll be impressed with your all-over tan.”

  Sophie stared open-mouthed at him. “How did…?”

  “An educated guess.”

  She frowned. “How long have you known?”

  “Since you first told me about fucking him and his friends on your night out with Sara.”

  “But—”

  He sighed. “Shortly after that night you were home from work before me, all dressed up. Your underwear smelt of chlorine, which suggested you’d been for a swim. Clive is the only person you’ve mentioned that has his own swimming pool.”

  “You smelt my underwear?” Her expression was more one of surprise than disgust.

  Jim certainly wasn’t about to admit he’d masturbated into the cum-caked pair she’d worn the night she’d fucked Clive and his friends. “It was
more a case of noticing the smell when I did the laundry.”

  “Oh.” She wouldn’t look at him.

  “I just didn’t understand why you kept it private. I thought you enjoyed telling me about what you get up to.”

  She shrugged, shook her head. “I don’t know why I didn’t tell you. It’s not like you’d mind, right?”

  Jim laughed. “Why should I?”

  Sophie smiled awkwardly. “I don’t know…”

  “If you want to go see Clive, go.”

  She nodded. “Will you see Naomi?”

  Jim held her gaze. “She’s probably working, but I’ll go anyway.”

  “Will you fuck her?” There was no malice in her voice.

  “Probably. Will you fuck Clive?”

  “Jim…what do you want me to say?”

  “Nothing. You’ve kept whatever you do with Clive to yourself all this time, so I think you should probably keep it that way.”

  Sophie stared at him in silence for a few seconds, then stood up. “I should go and get ready.”

  Jim nodded. As soon as she’d left the kitchen he sent Naomi a text asking if she was working tonight.

  She replied instantly with a two-word message and a sad-face emoji: Started already.

  He typed: Want company later?

  His phoned beeped: How much later?

  Jim smiled as he typed his next message: I can be there in half an hour and stay ‘til tomorrow.

  Her reply made him feel warm all over. There were several smiley-face emoji, and also some hearts, along with the words Yes please!

  Jim made his way upstairs and walked into the bedroom to find Sophie half-dressed. She looked surprised to see him. She had on a pair of white hold-up stockings with a lacy white bra and matching thong. She looked really sexy, the whiteness of her underwear making her tanned body look fabulous.

  Sophie saw his wide-eyed expression and sighed, an embarrassed frown on her face. “I was hoping to have my dress on before you saw me.”

  “You can wear whatever you want, it’s your body.” Jim remembered that she’d worn stockings on the night she’d first met Clive. Maybe the guy had a fetish about them.

  She picked a dark blue dress from her wardrobe and slipped it on, then stepped into dark blue shoes and checked her reflection in the mirror.