Taken by a New Lover

by Thomas Henry

  I played along. I flicked the switch to keep the interior lights from coming on when we opened the doors. A few seconds later, Marilyn and I were standing in front of the car with our arms around each other, staring at the dark ocean. She snuggled against me in the chilly night air. The feel of her body gave me a thrill, and yet I couldn’t help being distracted by what I imagined was going on in the back seat of my car.

  We stood there a few minutes before Marilyn shivered and rubbed her bare arm. “Oooh, it’s cold out here. Let’s get back in the car.”

  As I reached for the handle to open her door for her, I glanced through the window at Karen and Bill. They were still kissing. His hand was moving forcefully, high between her thighs. She had one hand on his shoulder, and she was rubbing his crotch with the other. They paid us no attention as we got back into the car.

  I started the engine and eased back out onto the road. We cruised on around Diamond Head Road and then down Monsarrat. Neither Marilyn nor I said anything. I think we both were listening to Karen and Bill moaning and grunting in the back seat.

  Back in the Wal-Mart parking lot, Marilyn held my arm as we strolled toward Karen’s car. Karen and Bill ambled along behind us.

  “You know, I’m feeling guilty about going out with you,” Marilyn said.

  “Because you’re married?”

  “Well, there’s a little of that. But mostly I feel guilty because I let you waste all that money taking me to that fancy restaurant.”

  “Why do you say it was a waste of money?”

  “Because I’m still not going to go to bed with you.”

  I chuckled.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “That you would think I took you to La Mer just to try to get you to have sex with me.”

  “Oh? So you don’t want to have sex with me?”

  I lowered my voice. “I’d love to fuck your brains out.” I ducked away from the slap that didn’t come. Marilyn just smiled, so I continued, “But when we first met, you assured me that you weren’t going to go to bed with me, and I believed you really meant it.”

  “So if you knew I wasn’t going to have sex with you, why did you spend so much money on me tonight?”

  “So that Karen would agree to go out with Bill. Besides, in a perverse sort of way, I enjoy being with you, despite having the bluest balls in town.”

  “That’s nice.” She bumped me with her shoulder. “And you’re being a good friend to Bill. I have a feeling he’s going to get a lot more for his money than you are.”

  “You don’t think Karen’s just being a cocktease?”

  “I think maybe she was when they first started dancing at Rumours. But now I think she’s genuinely attracted to him. She likes him, and she thinks he’s really sexy.”

  “Mystique of the black man’s sexual prowess?”

  “Yeah, something like that…” She lowered her voice. “I suspect his balls aren’t going to be blue for very much longer.”

  * * * *

  We watched the women drive out of the Wal-Mart parking lot and then ambled back to my car. Bill loosened his tie as he slid into the front passenger seat. “Oh, man… That girl’s gonna give me a heart attack.” He pulled his tie free of his collar and dropped it on his lap.

  “Do tell.”

  Bill lifted his fingers to his nose and took a deep breath. “Mmm…she has the sweetest smelling pussy.”

  My balls contracted and my cock twitched.

  “You know,” Bill continued, “she took off her panties while we were having dinner. Had to be an invitation, you know. Why else would she do that?”

  I nodded. Why indeed? I slipped my hand into my jacket pocket and fingered Karen’s panties.

  “So I finger fucked her at the lookout. Man, I can’t believe how wet she was. All I could think about was how good it would feel to have that pussy stretched around my cock.”

  “So I take it you’re gonna ask her out again?”

  Bill nodded. “Yeah. I gotta have her. And it sure seems like she wants it. I just hope she isn’t just being a cocktease.”

  “Maybe she believes in the ‘three-date’ rule.”

  “What’s that?”

  “Well, there’s a school of thought that says a woman shouldn’t put out until the third date. Makes it more respectable or something.”

  Bill rubbed his chin. “Hmmm… Maybe that’s it. She acts like she wants it, but maybe she does think she’s supposed to wait until the third date.”

  “So I guess you need to take her out a couple more times to find out.”

  “Couple more? What about Rumours?”

  “I don’t know if that counts as a date.”

  “Shit, man. I sure hope her hubby doesn’t come home before I get her into bed.”

  “I’ve got an idea. Next Friday is First Friday in Chinatown. Since you live within walking distance, let’s invite Karen and Marilyn to go check out the exhibits and boutiques. Maybe get something to eat and drink. And then take them back to your place.”

  “Another double date?”

  “Yeah. Marilyn’s kinda growing on me. I mean, I don’t think she’s gonna go to bed with me, but I’m getting a kick out of the way she teases me.”

  “Must be a masochist.”

  “Must be. Besides, I’d like to see how you do with Karen.”

  “If your theory is right…about the three-date thing…I might not do too well.”

  “So if we do another double date, Marilyn and I won’t be cock-blocking you?”

  “I guess not.”

  “I don’t have Marilyn’s number or email, so can you ask Karen to ask her?”

  I dropped Bill at his condo and cruised out to Halawa. Once again, Karen was going to take Marilyn home and then come out to spend the night with me.

  * * * *

  When I got to my man-cave, I figured that it still would be a while before Karen arrived, so I took the time to put the Bentley away. As I was pulling the cover over it, I noticed Bill’s tie lying on the floor on the passenger side. I retrieved it and draped it around my neck while I finished with the cover.

  I walked over to my Mercedes with the idea of putting Bill’s tie inside it, but then I realized that I didn’t have the key on me. So, I just tossed the tie on the hood, figuring that I would put it in the car later so I’d have it with me the next time I saw Bill.

  Up in the bedroom, I stepped into the boot jack and pulled off my Luccheses. Tonight, I had worn the black cherry full-quill ostrich boots from the San Antonio era. Even though they were nearly thirty years old, they still looked brand new. I carefully wiped them off, inserted the cedar boot trees, and put them back into their individual knit “socks.”

  I hung up my suit and tossed the rest of my clothes into the hamper. It wasn’t until I got into the shower that I remembered that Karen’s panties were still in my jacket pocket. I made a mental note to take them out before I took the suit home. No telling how Mai might react to finding them.

  I stood under the warm water, hands against the wall, and thought about how Karen had been with Bill tonight. It seemed likely that, sooner or later…and probably sooner, he was going to get his wish. I was pretty sure she had moved beyond being a mere cocktease. The thought gave me a very unpleasant sensation in my gut…and a swelling penis.

  I was on the verge of stroking myself when Karen appeared in the bathroom doorway. She had shed her dress and now was wearing only her garter belt and stockings. And her high heels. And Bill’s tie, loosely knotted around her neck. Her hair was still up, but she seemed to have more loose ringlets than before. She was cupping her bare breasts, with her nipples peeking out between her thumbs and forefingers.

  She swiveled back and forth on her high heels and said in a mock-little-girl voice, “I theem to have loth my panthies.”

  “So you did. And I seem to have found them in my pocket. Wasn’t sure what to make of that.”

  “Oh, I just wanted to get your attention. I knew Bill was going
to feel me up, and I wanted to make sure you were watching.”

  I had a momentary mental image of him finger-fucking her in the backseat. “As if I needed a reminder?” My cock was seriously swelling. I turned off the water and started toweling myself off.

  “All clean?”

  “All clean and ready to make love.”

  Karen shook her head. “Not tonight. I don’t want to make love tonight.”

  I was stunned, struggling for a cogent thought. Why would she turn me down? Did it have something to do with Bill?

  “Tonight,” Karen said as she stepped forward and grabbed my turgid cock. “Tonight, I want to fuck…and fuck…and fuck.” She stroked me with an underhand grip that had me rock-hard in an instant.

  I pulled away from her and grabbed the loose ends of Bill’s tie. I pulled her into the bedroom and spun her around. I jerked her hands back behind her head and used Bill’s tie to bind her wrists behind her neck. Then I pushed her face-down onto the bed. With her wrists bound to her neck, she really couldn’t turn her head, but her elbows kept her from suffocating.

  I mounted her, pushing her legs together with my knees as I guided my cock into her creamy pussy. I leaned forward and slammed myself balls-deep into her in a single thrust. She grunted and pushed back.

  I usually have good self-control. I usually can bring my woman to climax and then cum with her. But tonight, I had no illusions about that. I was so worked up, my cock was so hard, and my balls ached from pent-up need. I was going to cum quickly, and I was going to cum huge.

  I grabbed Karen’s shoulders and hammered her with long, powerful strokes. She grunted “yes! yes!” each time I drove into her. When I finally thrust deep into her and held, flooding her with my sperm, she squealed and pushed her ass up against me. I could feel the tremble in her thighs as she came with me.

  There are orgasms and then there are orgasms. This was the latter. It was explosive and thorough. I knew I had pumped a huge amount of semen into Karen, and by all rights, I should have been done. But as I continued to spasm and spurt, I had a vision of Bill in my place, his thick cock pumping his sperm into Karen’s belly. The image sent the usual knot to my stomach, but it also sent a surge into my cock. I remained hard.

  I slowly pulled myself out of Karen. I drug the dripping head of my cock up a couple of inches into Karen’s crack and pressed against her sphincter. She responded by pushing back until I penetrated her. I stroked her gently, pushing deeper and deeper until my balls were resting against her pussy. I slipped my hand under her and found her clit. It was sloppy with my semen. I massaged her clit while I kept her squirming ass impaled on my cock. Within a few seconds, she squealed again as I brought her to another shuddering climax. Although I didn’t cum again, my cock was throbbing as if I had.

  “Oh my god!” she finally managed to murmur.

  I pushed hard into her and leaned over, putting my weight on her. “You belong to me,” I said

  Karen nodded and replied, “Oh, yes…”

  * * * *

  First Friday is a monthly event held in the Chinatown area of downtown Honolulu. On the first Friday evening of each month, people park their cars and wander from gallery to museum to boutique to restaurant to bar in what once had been perhaps the seediest area of town.

  Bill lives downtown in Century Square, a condo that is a comfortable walking distance to the festivities. So, we decided that we would all park in his building and walk to the event. I came alone. As usual, Karen and Marilyn came together.

  After a couple of hours of wandering through shops and galleries, we stopped for dinner and drinks at a trendy little restaurant just off Hotel Street. By the time we finished, places were starting to close up, so we decided to head back to Bill’s building.

  He invited us up to see his apartment. It was pretty much as I remembered it from the time we had the threesome with Mai. It was far cleaner and better decorated than any straight man’s place should be.

  After giving us a quick tour of the apartment, Bill opened a bottle of merlot and poured a glass for each of us. He sat down next to Karen on the love seat. Marilyn and I sat on opposite ends of the sofa.

  “Well,” Bill said. “What shall we talk about?”

  “Oh, I know!” Karen said. “Let’s play Truth or Dare.”

  She and I had conspired on this in advance. We had planned that, if appropriate circumstances arose, she would suggest the game with the idea that it might provide a vehicle for me to watch her engage in some provocative activity with Bill.

  “Interesting idea,” I said.

  “Heard of it, but never played it,” Bill said.

  “Oh, it’s easy,” Karen said. She gave him a quick explanation of how the game worked.

  “I don’t know,” Marilyn said. “Might be a little…um…risqué for me. Knowing you guys, you might make up some pretty wild questions or dares.”

  I was prepared for her. “Oh, I have an idea,” I said, trying to sound as if I’d just thought of it. “I’ll bet I can download an app on my iPhone that will ask the questions and make up the dares. That way, everyone will be on even ground and nothing should be too…um…extreme.”

  Everyone sort of nodded or grunted their consent, so I pulled out my phone and pretended to search the app store. In reality, I already had downloaded a suitably sexy adult truth-or-dare app.

  “Okay, I said. I’ve got one. Just give me a moment to enter our names, and then the app can ask the questions or make the dares for each of us in turn.”

  I pretended to tap the screen of my phone for another minute or so. “Okay, we’re all set. Now let’s see…” I really tapped the screen.

  “Okay. Bill is up first. Truth or dare?”

  “Uh…truth, I guess.”

  I tapped the screen. “Okay, how many times a day do you think about sex?”

  “Might be easier to count how many times I’m not thinking about it.”

  Karen smirked. “Who’s next?”

  I tapped the screen. “Marilyn. Truth or dare?”

  “Truth.”

  I tapped the screen. “Okay, do you ever go out clubbing without wearing underwear?”

  “Oh, it does not say that!” Marilyn said as she snatched the phone from my hand. She looked at the screen. “Oh my god! It does say that.” She handed back the phone.

  “Okay. Sometimes when I go out with my husband, I don’t wear underwear. It turns him on.”

  I tapped the screen. “Karen. Truth or dare?”

  “Dare…no, no…truth!”

  I tapped the screen. “Do you ever go clubbing looking to get laid?”

  Karen’s eyes widened. Marilyn leaned over and looked at the screen. “It really does say that.”

  Karen cracked a little smile. She shrugged her shoulders and tilted her head from side-to-side.

  “I’ll take that as a yes,” Bill said with a big grin.

  Karen raised her eyebrows and sighed. “Should’ve said dare.”

  “I’m up next,” I said. “Truth.” I tapped the screen. “Do you think Marilyn would be a freak or a prude in bed?” I held the phone so that Marilyn could see the screen. She barely glanced at it.

  I leaned my head back and pretended to study her. “Freak,” I said. “Anyone as prim and proper as she pretends to be must be a freak in bed.”

  Marilyn patted me on the arm. “Too bad you’ll never find out.”

  I nodded and recalled Bill’s Shakespeare quote. The lady doth protest too much, methinks.

  “Okay, Bill. Your turn again.”

  “Hmmm…I think I’ll go with dare this time.”

  I tapped the screen. “Give your best impression of what you think Marilyn sounds like in bed.”

  Bill clenched his fists, closed his eyes, screwed up his face, and said, “Not tonight, dear. I have a headache.” Even Marilyn laughed at that.

  “Karen?”

  “Dare, I guess. Couldn’t be any worse.”

  I tapped the screen. “Fake an o
rgasm for the group.”

  “Oh, shit!”

  “That’s it?” Bill asked. “Oh shit?” We all cracked up.

  “No, no,” Karen said. “This is it.” She clenched her fists, closed her eyes, screwed up her face, and said, “Not tonight, dear. I have a headache.”

  When I managed to stop laughing, I said, “Marilyn?”

  “Oh what the heck. Dare!”

  I tapped the screen. “Show us your ‘O’ face.”

  “I will if I ever actually have one.”

  “Oh, no you don’t!” Karen said. “You don’t get off that easily.”

  Marilyn sighed. “Okay.” She clenched her fists, closed her eyes, and screwed up her face. “Not tonight, dear…”

  Bill was laughing so hard tears trickled down his cheeks.

  “My turn,” I said. “Dare.” I tapped the screen. “Describe in great detail your best sexual experience.” Oh, crap! I certainly didn’t want to hurt Karen’s feelings by talking about something I had done with another woman, but I was reluctant to talk about anything I had done with her, because I didn’t know how much she had told Marilyn. If I talked about something that Karen had told Marilyn about, I might tip off Marilyn as to who I really was.

  “Well…I’m not sure I can identify a single best sexual experience. But I can tell you about the first great sexual experience I had. I was in high school, and I was totally besotted by this young woman I was dating.”

  Karen’s eyes flickered to mine. She knew I was referring to Rachel.

  “Late one night, I drove to her parent’s house and stopped in the street out front. She sneaked out and got in the car with me. I drove her to a residential area where there was an empty lot that was overgrown with weeds. I guess I must have had a blanket or something to lie on. I don’t remember anymore. Anyway, she ended up lying on top of me with her panties pulled partway down and my cock squeezed between her thighs and her sopping pussy. I was still a virgin, and never had done anything even remotely like that. She was so wet and hot that I was in heaven, even though I never actually entered her. So we didn’t really fuck, but she moved her hips up and down, stroking my cock with her thighs and pussy lips until I spurted all over her.”