Taken by a New Lover

by Thomas Henry

  “So you think it’s better if I don’t say anything to him?”

  “Sure, if it’s just this once, and you never plan to do it again. No point in hurting him unnecessarily. Of course… If you’re not so sure it’s a one-time thing, then you probably should tell him. Maybe you can work something out.”

  “What do you mean by that?”

  “Well, so long as he’s secure in his relationship with you…so long as he’s not worried that you’re going to leave him for another man, maybe he wouldn’t be all that upset about you…um…occasionally having a physical relationship with another man. Maybe he’d even get a certain vicarious satisfaction from it. Might even make him feel more secure.”

  “I don’t get that at all. How is he going to feel more secure if I’m out…fucking another man?”

  “Well, as things are now, I’d guess that he worries that you’ll leave him for another man who can give you what he can’t. But if he knows you’re seeing another man just for sex and then coming home to him, maybe he won’t feel you’re as likely to leave him. Particularly if he thinks the other man won’t try to take you away from him.”

  “I see. Got any idea where I might find such a man?”

  I hugged her and kissed her forehead. “Might be able to think of one…or two...”

  * * * *

  “So why didn’t you tell me?” Bill asked.

  He and I were sitting out on the balcony of the hotel suite, sipping coffee and waiting for the women to finish dressing and packing.

  “Why didn’t you tell me about you and Karen?” he asked again.

  I didn’t see any point in pretending not to know what he was talking about. “How did you figure it out?” I asked.

  “I had a pretty good idea, watching her make love to you last night…and the way she invited you to DP her with me…and the way she snuggled up to you when she was sleeping. And then this morning, after I fucked the shit out of her in the shower, we got back into bed and she told me pretty much everything, I think.”

  “Well, I apologize for not telling you myself. I guess I didn’t say anything because things kinda spun out of control so quickly that, by the time I started to feel guilty about it, it already was too late. I mean, that first night at Rumours, I didn’t say anything because watching you lust after her was a real turn-on for me, and I didn’t want you to hold back anything because of me. And, I didn’t want to pressure her. I figured that, if she knew that you knew she was with me, then she’d feel obligated to react to you in a certain way, and I didn’t want her to do that.”

  “I don’t get that…about her feeling obligated to react in a certain way.”

  “Well, on the one hand, she might have felt obligated to resist your charms, even if she didn’t want to, because you were my friend and you knew she was with me. Or on the other hand, she might have felt obligated to give in to your charms, even if she really didn’t want to, so that you wouldn’t be offended by being rebuffed by my girlfriend.”

  “I see,” Bill said. “So, as long as I didn’t know she was with you, she was free to accept me or reject me according to her real feelings.”

  “Yeah. It’s not like I had a lot of time to think it through, but that’s pretty much what flashed through my mind when you spotted her and told me how much you wanted her.”

  “But she knew you and I were friends?”

  “Not at first. I’d never told her about you. But she saw us sitting together and talking at the bar when she came in. And later, after you had been dancing with her, she sent me a text from the ladies room. Asked if I knew you. I told her I did and that you were a good guy…and that she should feel free to go with her own feelings about you.”

  “So when she was doing all that sexy dancing with me, she was just putting on a show for you?”

  “Well, that’s why we were there in the first place…so I could watch her play with other guys. But what happened with you obviously turned out to be a lot more than just a show for me. She obviously felt a genuine connection with you.”

  “So what did you mean about things spinning out of control?”

  “Well, I’m not sure what I originally thought would happen between you and Karen. Like I said, it’s not like I had a lot of time to think about it ahead of time. But I guess I sort of expected it to be just a one-night thing. A little harmless flirting and that would be the end of it. No harm, no foul. When Karen and I started playing our little game, I don’t think that either of us considered the possibility that she would meet someone she actually would…well, you know.”

  “Fuck?”

  “Well, yeah, but it’s more than that. I mean, I suppose I subconsciously fantasized about the possibility that she might go so far as to have a one-night stand…although I’m not sure she thought that. But I never even considered that she might get into an actual, ongoing relationship with another guy.”

  “So where does that leave us now?”

  “You and Karen?”

  “Me and Karen. Me and you.”

  “Well, as for you and me, I apologize again for keeping my relationship with her secret from you. And, I’ll admit I’m more than a little jealous of how much she likes you…and how much she enjoys sex with you. But…to be honest…it really turns me on, too. So, twisted as that sounds, I guess I won’t have any hard feelings if you continue to see her. Of course, I can’t speak for her. I don’t know what her intentions are, but I know she genuinely likes you…and in the sack, you really curl her toes.”

  “What about her husband? What happens when he comes home?”

  “Well…that’s another story. Did Karen tell you how she and I met?”

  “No…not yet.”

  “Well, why don’t you ask her about that…and maybe she’ll be able to explain how her husband fits into all this.”

  * * * *

  The valet who brought my car was the same one who had taken it when we arrived at the hotel. He did a double-take when Marilyn got into the back seat with Bill and Karen sat up front with me. I gave him a slight shrug and an enigmatic smile.

  We hadn’t eaten anything at the hotel, so we were starving. I drove through old Haleiwa town, and we stopped at Cholo’s in the North Shore Marketplace for a leisurely mid-afternoon lunch.

  Everyone seemed to be in a good, but subdued mood. We all were pretty quiet as we ate. It was sort of like coming home from a great vacation. We had had a great time, but we were feeling a bit sad that it was over. And I think we all were wondering where we would go from there. I certainly was, anyway. Would Bill and Karen continue to see each other? Was this a one-time thing for Marilyn, or would she see either me or Bill again? Would she decide to tell her husband? I suspect we all were thinking about these things, but no one actually brought them up.

  Back in the car after lunch, Bill sat up front with me because the two women had gotten into the back seat together. I’m sure he and I both wondered what that was all about, but neither of us asked. For the rest of the drive back to my man-cave, Bill and I both were pretty quiet. The women sat close together and did a lot of whispering. From time to time, I’d catch one of them looking at me in my rear-view mirror.

  At one point, Bill turned to them and said, “What’re you ladies doing all that whispering about?”

  “Girl talk,” said Marilyn.

  “Comparing notes?”

  “Something like that,” Karen said.

  “But don’t worry,” Marilyn said. “You both did good. Real good.”

  “Uh-huh,” Bill said. He gave me a glance as he turned back around.

  “We probably ruined them for anyone else,” I said.

  Bill nodded. “Yeah. I’m good with that.”

  Back in the parking area inside my man-cave, we stood in a circle holding hands. Karen was on my left, and Marilyn was on my right. Neither of the women seemed to favor either of the guys. I had the sense that no one wanted to let go, because that would mean the end of our weekend together, and no one knew what t
he future would bring.

  Finally, each of the women kissed and hugged both Bill and me, and then they got in their car. Bill and I shook hands, and he got in his car. I raised the overhead door. The women backed out, and Bill was right behind them. I waved and pushed the button to lower the door.

  I went up to my office and poured a couple of fingers of Woodford Reserve. I really didn’t feel like pondering what might happen next with either Karen or Marilyn, so I sat down at my computer and started going through a couple of days of unread emails.

  It must have been a half-hour or so later when I heard the overhead door roll up. I almost checked the security camera, but I decided not to bother. It had to be Karen. No one else had a key or remote control. I wondered if she had forgotten something. I heard the door roll down again.

  A couple of minutes later, Karen peeked into my office and wiggled her fingertips at me. “Hi.” An instant later, Marilyn appeared next to her. “Hi there.”

  “Hey, ladies. Forget something?”

  They stepped into my office and looked at each other. I got the impression that each was waiting for the other to speak. Finally, Karen said, “Um, actually, we wanted…well, we had this idea, and…well, we thought maybe you could sort of help us out with it.”

  My curiosity was piqued. I had no idea what they had on their minds. The women came in and sat on my sofa. They both leaned forward with their hands clasped between their knees.

  “Remember…” Marilyn said, looking directly into my eyes. “Remember when we were playing truth or dare and Karen was asked if she had ever made out with another woman? And she said it was more like sex?”

  I nodded. I wondered if Karen had told Marilyn about Mai or about Thuy and Crystal. I glanced at her, but she said nothing. She just gazed at me with a hint of a smile.

  “Well,” Marilyn continued. “I…um…was curious about what it would be like. You know, with another woman. I mean, I’ve always wondered, but I’ve never…well, anyway, Karen said she was open to the idea of…um…being with me. But…well, she said in her other experiences, it was the other woman who…um…orchestrated things. So…we’re both interested in…um…being together, but neither of us is comfortable taking the lead.”

  “So you want me to put on some makeup and throw on a wig?”

  Marilyn nudged Karen with her elbow. “Now, why didn’t we think of that?”

  Karen shrugged and said, “Well, actually, we thought maybe you could grease the skids, so to speak.”

  “That conjures up some interesting images,” I said.

  “No, not that! You have such a dirty mind! We just thought maybe the three of us could, you know, be together, and that would provide a relatively…um…comfortable situation where we might be able to ease into some woman-on-woman activity.”

  “Well…sounds like a tough job…but I suppose I could help you out.”

  “Great!” Marilyn said. She looked around my office and then back at me. “Sooo…how do we start?”

  I glanced at the clock. “Well…first things first. Are you ladies in a hurry to get home, or would you like to spend the night here?”

  “I’m not in any hurry,” Karen said.

  “No, me neither,” Marilyn said. “And if we don’t have to drive home tonight, we don’t have to worry about how much we drink.”

  “Okay,” I said, “I know we had a late lunch, but maybe we should go get something to eat now, so we don’t have to interrupt our…um…activities later.”

  The women agreed, so we went to a little Thai restaurant in Pearl City. Karen and I had eaten there before, but I was surprised to learn that Marilyn never had eaten Thai food.

  “This is a weekend of firsts for me,” she said. “First Thai food…first black man…first woman…first…um…” She hesitated and then said in a low voice, “First time I cheated on my husband…”

  Karen put her arm around Marilyn and gave her a hug. I wanted to know if Marilyn had decided if this was going to be just a one-time thing, but I didn’t think I should ask.

  Back at my man-cave after dinner, things were still a bit awkward. I made Tanqueray-and-tonics for everyone. I thought a little alcohol might lessen some inhibitions. Apparently, the women agreed. They both drained their glasses in short order, so I gave them refills.

  I was waiting for one of them to make the first move, but they seemed to be expecting me to organize the evening’s activities. So, I suggested that we take a shower and then get into bed together to watch some lesbian porn. I figured that primal instinct would take over after that.

  After everything else we had done over the past couple of days, showering together seemed rather tame. But it wasn’t without its benefits. We decided that each of us in turn would be washed by the other two.

  The women went after me first. Karen washed my backside while Marilyn washed the front. While Marilyn was soaping up my cock and balls, Karen was scratching the middle of my back. I was in heaven.

  Next, Karen and I washed Marilyn. While I ran my soapy hands over Marilyn’s breasts and between her thighs, Karen did her back and butt. When Marilyn was thoroughly covered with soap suds, Karen eased her arms around her and cupped her breasts. Karen pressed her body against Marilyn’s backside and slipped one hand down Marilyn’s stomach. Karen hesitated for a few seconds and then pressed her fingertips against Marilyn’s clit. Marilyn took a deep breath and tilted her head back as Karen moved her fingers in a tight circle.

  I stepped around behind Karen and found her clit with my fingertips. She wiggled her butt against my swelling cock. Marilyn turned around and pressed her soapy front against Karen. I found Marilyn’s clit with my other hand. She responded by throwing her arms around Karen’s neck and hugging her.

  I reached around Marilyn and pulled her tight against Karen as I pressed myself against Karen’s back. I tried to think of something clever to say about Karen being the meat in a sandwich, but I had nothing. So I picked up the soap and lathered her back as Marilyn rubbed her soapy body against Karen’s front.

  When I picked up the handheld shower, Marilyn gave Karen a tentative peck on the lips and then backed away from her so I could rinse both of them. I had them turn around slowly so I could wash away all of the soap. Then I rinsed myself.

  After we dried off, the naked women went back to the kitchen to make another round of drinks while I got my laptop and got into bed. I scooted over to the middle and lay down with my head propped up on a couple of pillows. I set the laptop on my stomach.

  When the women came in, Karen handed me my drink and got into bed on my left. Marilyn got in on my right. We clinked our glasses together. “Bottoms up,” I said, more or less automatically. Karen shrugged and drained her glass. Marilyn and I looked at each other, raised our eyebrows, and did the same. The women put the empty glasses on the nightstand and then snuggled up to me.

  “So, whatcha got there?” Marilyn asked, nodding toward my laptop. I brought up a free porn website and clicked on the “lesbian” category. A group of still thumbnail images came up. I picked one that showed a couple of young, busty brunettes standing next to a bed in their underwear. They were both sort of sheepishly smiling at the camera. I clicked on the image and the video clip loaded.

  The video started with a shot of the empty bed. A couple of seconds later, the two women walked in front of the bed and turned to the camera. They both were wearing bras and panties. The cameraman greeted them and asked their names. They introduced themselves as the camera zoomed in on their bodies and panned up and down.

  The cameraman started making boorish comments about their bodies. I found him to be an annoying distraction, so I turned the sound off.

  Both women massaged their breasts and teased their bra straps off of their shoulders. Then they slowly peeled their bras down their bodies until their breasts sprang free. They twisted from side to side, causing their breasts to sway and bounce. Like Karen and Marilyn, these two women were naturally well-endowed.

  With the
ir eyes fixed on the camera, the women squeezed their breasts and stretched them up to suck on their own nipples. Then they started fondling and sucking each other.

  They removed their bras and let them drop to the floor. They continued to look at the camera as they turned and presented their butts. Both of them had firm, round asses. They hooked their thumbs in the waistbands of their panties and slowly teased them down their thighs, bending over and exposing their pussies to the camera. One of them reached over and patted the other on the ass. Then the second one smacked the first several times, while they both smiled and wiggled their butts.

  Next, they turned to face each other. Each lifted her own tits and bounced them a few times. Then they came together and started rubbing against each other’s nipples. Then they picked up a bottle and started dribbling and squirting oil all over each other’s chests. They rubbed the oil all over each other, squeezing and massaging each other’s breasts. Then they came together again and rubbed their bodies back and forth, stopping to let their nipples “kiss” from time to time.

  I paused the video and looked at Karen. “Still got that massage oil?”

  She raised one eyebrow. “Down in the car.”

  “Good to know. Might come in handy.”

  “Um-hm.”

  I resumed the video. The young women continued rubbing oil on each other and massaging and kissing each other’s breasts and sucking each other’s nipples.

  They lay down on the bed and rubbed their oily bodies together as they hugged and fondled and French kissed. There was nothing tentative or forced about their actions. They seemed relaxed and genuinely into each other.

  After a while, a man’s hand entered the picture. It squeezed one woman’s breast, and then her other. Then his other hand appeared and fondled the other woman. A few seconds later, his nude body entered the picture, sporting a large and very erect penis. He continued to maul the women’s breasts for a while. Then he turned around toward the camera and started stroking himself as the women got off the bed and slipped to their knees in front of him.