Removing my hand from her breast, I slid down her arm to her hand stroking Vince’s pent-up cock. I ran a finger around her wrist as she worked.
“Maybe we should take this into the bedroom,” Vince said in a deep, confident voice.
“I’d like that,” she said.
“I’ll bring more wine,” he added, as we got to our feet. He uncorked a bottle of white and brought the rest of the red with him.
“I’m going to slip into something more accessible,” I said once we reached the bedroom. I ducked into the walk-in closet and found a set of lingerie I had hidden. The black satin cupless bra top featured a big bow in the middle, two small ribbons connecting under my breast, with two bigger ribbons covering my nipples. The lacy thong featured a bow in the back and a window in the pussy. I was saving the outfit for a special occasion, and I couldn’t think of a better time. It afforded me the confidence to be openly sexual without displaying everything all at once. I covered myself in a black silk robe to conceal the show.
When I came out into the bedroom, Emma was signing a piece of paper. “It’s an NDA,” Vince said when I asked him. “For legal purposes.”
“I fully understand,” Emma said, setting down the pen. “I’ve read enough romance novels to know the reasons.” She picked up her glass of wine and knocked back all that remained. The glass rang as she planted it on the nightstand. “Now, where were we?”
Vince tucked the NDA into his blazer pocket. “In the middle of some very hot fondling, I believe.” His cock was still hard, fighting his pants for air. She reached over and stroked it over his slacks.
“What are you hiding under that robe, Maci?” she said in a honey-sweet voice.
“How about we find out,” Vince added, waving me over.
I strode over, revealing most of my legs. Standing before them like a runway model, I let the robe drop to the floor, and I could see the hunger in both of their eyes. I twirled, showing off my ass and the pretty bow. “Damn, that’s a finer ass than even that girl on the treadmill we saw today.” Her compliment heated up my blood again. “May I?” She put out her hand for my skin.
“Of course,” I spoke softly. Her warm hands grazed my ass, then squeezed it in a firm grip. A hard slap came a second later, and I gasped, surprised by her bold act.
“Did you like that?” she asked, biting her lip.
I nodded. “Yes.”
She did it again. “How about that?”
“Yes.” I turned around to face them. “Now it’s my turn.” She didn’t hesitate as she spun, leaned over the bed, and stuck out her ass. Her nightclub dress was practically lingerie, accentuating her small curves with tantalizing effect. It made her body accessible, while bolstering her breasts to create maximum cleavage. She knew what she was doing when she chose it for the night, that much was clear.
Vince quietly folded up her short skirt, squeezing both cheeks when they greeted our eyes. He stepped back and gave me room. I ran my hands down her back to her hips, brushing the sides of her legs, then up the curves of her ass. Her smooth skin in my hands felt wonderful, different and familiar at the same time. I raked her skin from her ass down to her heels, kissing her flawless skin as I did.
I noticed that Vince struggled to watch any more of the tantalizing view, his cock aching in his pants. To draw out the suspense, I raked her again and again, and each time Emma released a soft groan of pleasure. “I think it’s time to release that cock,” I said, pulling my lips away from her ass as I stared at Vince, his eyes smoldering with seduction.
“I agree,” Emma said, dropping to her knees beside me. I stood up and removed his jacket, throwing it into the corner on the far side, then his shirt, revealing his beautifully carved body. Her hands quickly went to his belt buckle, whisking the leather out of the loops with the slick, rough sound leather made, slapping the last few loops in noisy pops. Her proficient fingers undid the inner button, and then unhooked the metal clasp, tugging down his pants.
A thin layer of cotton now lay between his cock and our mouths. This was it—once those boxer-briefs dropped, there was no turning back. Instead of letting jealousy stand in my way, I focused on the urges in the moment, and let them fuel me, dropping to my knees. I looked at Emma. “Ready?” She nodded, and together we pulled down the last obstacle, freeing Vince’s thick cock.
I gazed at her as she took in the view. Cleanly shaven for the most part, Vince’s erection pulsed, the veins bulging, his skin yearning for our touch. One of Vince’s main fantasies involved two tongues playing with his cock. That fantasy was about to come true.
With my right hand, I slid my palm up the back of his leg, gripping his ass. With my left hand, I held the base of his cock and pointed it at Emma’s salivating mouth. She opened wide as I pushed him forward. His head found her lips, burying deep into her throat. His breath hitched in response. She bobbed her head back and forth while Vince stared down at us, his eyes half-closed and rolling back. “Play with my balls,” he instructed me, gasping and moaning.
My fingers inched down to his dangling balls and I began fondling them together. I watched as they twitched up and down in reaction to the strokes. Emma began hitting my hand with her mouth, getting into the action, losing herself in the blow job. Vince looked like he was dying of pleasure, his knees bent and barely able to hold him up.
“You like her sucking on your cock while I stroke your balls?” I asked, my voice husky and horny.
“I love it,” he said, his words barely coherent. His fingers weaved through our hair, each hand gripping us tight for balance. The slight pressure felt good.
“I’m going to make you come now, okay?” I said, not really asking. I spread his legs wider so that I could get between them. I tilted my head back and probed his balls with my tongue, and he roared in response, his legs shaking. His hips were rocking back, instinctively penetrating Emma’s mouth. As his body tensed, his growl quieted into a restrained squeak: the signals that he was about to come. I sped up with my tongue.
A second later, I saw Emma’s head jerk back as Vince screamed in orgasm. She maintained her motion, never letting up until Vince slowed her with his hand. She eased off his cock, her mouth open, full of sticky white come. A strange, dark desire drove me forward, and I kissed her hard, our tongues swirling in Vince’s semen. The kiss was so incredibly hot, I felt like I was gushing between my legs. We both swallowed what we had in our mouths, our breathing rapid, sweating from the intoxicating effort.
We gave Vince time to descend from his sexual high, and Emma brushed aside the straps that crossed over her breasts, releasing them. I pushed her breasts together like Vince did mine and sucked on each nipple, my pulse zipping with bliss.
Emma pushed me back. “My turn,” she said, stroking the skin exposed from the ribbon bra. With her tongue, she lifted the satin, her tongue twirling around my nipple. A shudder screamed through my body.
Recovered, Vince lifted me up, propelling me onto the bed. He flattened me across the king mattress. Vince always made sure to give as much as he received—and to give it just as well. His eyes told me that I better get ready to explode. My panties were already soaked before his tongue even touched me, and the moment it connected with my clit, my entire body contracted in a huge crunch, and then released in a powerful wave of delicious delight.
Emma climbed onto the bed, naked, her breasts hovering over my face. She bent over my stomach, planting delicate kisses down to my hipbone; all the while, Vince’s tongue swirled around my clit and pussy. She leaned back and I followed her eyes to Vince between my legs. “You said before you wanted to know what it tastes like. Do you want to find out now?” she asked.
I nodded, a bit reluctantly. “Yes,” I said, licking my lips. She straddled my chest, slowly inching forward, my tongue encouraging her to scoot closer. My hands wrapped around her legs, and I brought her the rest of the way to my mouth. At first it just tasted like skin, a little salty. When her lips began to spread, her sweet wetness flooded
my mouth, and I imagined what Vince was doing and tried to mimic his movements. He explored my whole region, though his focus stayed on my clit, always going back to that bundle of nerves that shot ripples of ecstasy through my body and up to my neck. The pressure building there, coiling like a spring—a spring that always erupted.
He was devouring me like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted, and his deep-throated rumbles told me he enjoyed it as much as me playing with his balls. I followed his lead, and soon Emma threw her head back, yelling at the heavens. She angled her hips closer to my mouth, just as I ground mine closer to Vince’s face. It was an unstoppable reflex: our bodies’ way of showing we wanted more—more—more.
Her body rocked as she came, her thighs crushing my head. But I didn’t mind; I embraced her orgasm, and only quit when she fell off of me.
Without her sweetness distracting me, the pressure swiftly reached its limit, the spring about to release all its tension—and suddenly a wave of red slammed into me, again and again. I lost myself in the moment, the extraordinary sensation that wrapped me up in a tight cocoon of euphoria, and only the feeling existed. It flooded every little corner of my writhing body.
We took a short break after that, recharging on water and wine. My legs dripped with sweet juice—juice I wanted to watch Emma lick up. “It’s your turn, Emma,” Vince said, as we crawled onto the bed. “My tongue is just getting warmed up. Now lay down.”
She quickly obeyed, spreading her silky legs. Vince dipped his head between them and I studied what his tongue did. He pressed his tongue flat against her lips and parted them slowly, deliberately, running along the edges of her sensitive folds. He swirled around her clit, and then bit down with a gentle touch.
I watched for a few minutes as he continued to change up his routine, eventually sucking on her clit for long intervals.
Emma waved me to her. “You’ve tasted me, now I want to see how sweet you are.” Her heady tone brought my leg over her breast, and I straddled her the way she had straddled me. She wasted no time, her arms locking around my legs, drawing me to her mouth and the ravenous lust within.
Her hands massaged my ass as she circled my clit with her tongue. Moans escaped into my pussy as Emma reacted to Vince. I responded with heavy, uncontrolled breaths.
Sex growls and grunts, along with faint gasps and long groans filled the room. The thought of Emma between my legs cranked up my heart rate, and I entangled my hands in her hair, pulling gently, listening to her beautiful noises.
Emma came for the second time—a thunderstorm of intensity, her whole body convulsing, as wave after wave crashed into every nerve inside her. Veins throbbed all over her face and neck, her eyes rolling back into her head.
I climbed off of her as she came down, still craving my second orgasm. When I looked back, I saw Vince standing up as he withdrew two fingers from Emma, his cock now fully erect. It glistened under the light, begging to do its job—beckoning to the pool between my legs. Our eyes locked, and without a word, I knew it was time to start his second main three-way fantasy: having sex while his face was buried between another pair of legs.
Beforehand, the three of us had agreed that he wouldn’t penetrate Emma, to keep things simpler: Vince was perfectly happy getting off with only oral love from her. He lay across the bed, his cock defying gravity, and instructed me to slide onto his cock so that we faced each other. Emma swung her leg over his shoulder, putting her clit right in his face while she faced me.
Emma raised her hips so that Vince could see me fuck his cock if he wanted. “Kiss,” he said, after a minute. Emma and I leaned into each other while I continued to grind against Vince. Her mouth tasted like candy.
“Do you like what you taste like?” she asked.
“I still have you in my mouth,” I said, licking my lips. Our lips met again.
Vince’s hands roamed over Emma’s body, gliding up her back, around her ribs, squeezing her breasts, then back down to her thighs. His hands never settled, and I could see the delicious shivers shooting through her.
The need to thrust took over, and Vince repositioned us, with me on my back and Emma next to him. Red lights lit up in my head every time he slammed into me, pulling all the way out, then plowing hard, again and again.
Emma stroked his sweat-sheened abs, running her fingers all over his hard body, before she dipped under to his swinging balls. Vince went into overdrive as she massaged them.
His eyes locked with hers as he pounded away. Suddenly he was crying out, coming inside me, still with his eyes lost in hers, and I could see the burning passion in them—the same storm of lust that was there when he looked at me in the intense, true moment when he released himself.
I watched in horror as our love shattered in those seconds.
25
CRUMBLING WALLS
I had fooled myself into believing that Vince and I shared real love. Despite all of the tenderness and sweet words, it was all just carnal lust in the end. I realized this the moment he came inside me while staring into Emma’s eyes with the same look I had thought meant love—the love he bore for me.
As soon as he pulled out, I grabbed my clothes and sprinted for the elevator, dressing on the way down, tears streaming down my face. A blubbering mess, I drove around the city, not wanting to go home. It wasn’t until the next day that my mind settled and I could form the coherent thoughts I wanted to express. I hadn’t slept. Fueled by the need to relieve my chest, I headed back to Vince’s to explain what had happened, taking a circuitous route.
My phone died earlier in the morning, with over forty voicemails and a hundred texts from Vince. I knew it was childish to keep him in the dark. Grown people talked through their problems—at least hypothetically.
The elevator doors opened and I stepped inside Vince’s condo. He jumped up, sitting on the couch in the solarium. “Jesus, Maci!” He ran over and threw his arms around me. “What happened? You just left without saying anything. I called you a hundred times. Why didn’t you answer?” His sentences were all strung together in one long breath.
“It was all fake,” I said quietly, my voice raw. “I see that now.”
“Fake? What do you mean? What does that mean?” His voice was frantic, hysterical.
“Last night—” Tears were streaming down my face, but I steeled my nerves and fought through the flood, my voice quivering. “Last night I realized that I’m still the same stupid girl I was a year ago, kidding myself that I was in love, that someone else loved me the same way.”
“What are you talking about? I do love you, Maci,” he declared. “I fell for you the moment you crashed into me.”
I shook my head. “Last night—” I choked up again. “When you were coming inside me last night, you were looking straight into her eyes like you do mine, with the same passion, the same affection—and then I realized: it’s only lust, not love.”
He stood there, his mouth open, dumbstruck. “I was having an orgasm. That’s all it was, an orgasm. I always have the same orgasm face, you should know that.”
“It was more than an orgasm, Vince,” I shouted. “It was truth. It told me everything about our relationship in those few seconds. I can’t do this, Vince. I thought I could be open and experimental, so that we could grow and be closer—more intimate—but last night I saw it was all a lie. We’re not closer. You just want to fuck. It doesn’t matter who.”
“How can you say that after everything we’ve been through? There’s no logic, no reason behind those words.”
“I can’t live a sham for another six months like I did with Ryan. I’m sorry, Vince”—I pressed the elevator door and it pinged, opening—“I can’t—can’t do it.” In the elevator, I tossed him his keys to the EverGo. “Don’t call me.”
The doors slammed him into my past, and my life blurred, devoid of reality. I felt all my walls crumbling around me, burying me with all the lies, all the pain, and all the love I had once believed existed.
OVER A MONTH
WENT by and everything in my life had changed. Danielle had moved out, a married woman now. She pleaded with me to work it out with Vince, promising that what we had was worth breaking through whatever wall separated us. She believed I had overreacted, that I had misconstrued his expression. I argued that I had misjudged his character, and my own.
Crosswords became my best friend, and I spent most nights filling one in with Colby-Jack beside me. I had found a new job at a bakery, too. It wasn’t anything like owning your own place, but I had little to complain about—except the pay. My coworkers were nice and considerate, for the most part. I even had a new clunker. A beautiful ninety-three Elantra named Ernie.
Vince hadn’t texted or called, or tried any form of contact. Given the time to think the night through, as well as the months spent together, it became a jumbled mess that my brain either couldn’t—or refused to—sort out. Worn, I eventually gave up, on the verge of an emotional breakdown.
Life dulled, colors faded, and I experienced it all on autopilot, getting up, going to work, coming home, sleeping. Day in and day out: it was all the same.
I had increased the frequency of calls to my mother from once to twice a week, sometimes up to four. She poked and poked me to get the dirt on what had happened between Vince and me, but I sealed that vault tight. She regularly told me to give him a call and to fight for him, since “men like him didn’t grow on trees.”
In mid-July, my phone rang during my lunch break on a Thursday. My brother, frantic, yelled at me to get to Providence Hospital down in Oregon City. “Her neighbors called nine-one-one,” he mumbled. “She’s in the ER right now, and I’m just now leaving work. You need to get here as fast as you can.” He hung up without much more than that.
My boss gave me the afternoon off. The drive tore at my stomach. I found my brother in the ER waiting room. “They haven’t told me anything. All I know is that Mrs. Davis found her passed out in the kitchen when she came over for lunch, and she called for the ambulance.”
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