After discussing business, our topics stay on the light side of things as we wait for the guys to get back from their class to have dinner. Maggie and I end up taking a nap on the patio with Sadie while enjoying the pleasant, late-March breeze.
Henry and Joe return from their class sooner than expected, getting back around six in the evening. The staff is ready to serve us about ten minutes after they arrive. Apparently, Henry texted them in advance.
Once dinner concludes, Joe and Henry retire to one of the sitting rooms off the back of the house while Maggie and I mix up some cocktails and grab dessert. We hand the men a glass of scotch each and settle onto the couch across from them. As we chat, Maggie shifts to untuck her feet from under her rear to stretch them out. I offer for her to place them across my lap and I start rubbing her feet and calves once I place my empty dessert bowl on the coffee table.
Joe and Henry are engaged in their own conversation about business and their class while Maggie and I entertain ourselves.
“Ohh, good news,” Maggie says excitedly. “I’m officially into my second trimester.”
“Yeah,” I celebrate, not quite understanding her enthusiasm.
Maggie rolls her eyes to my reply. “It means that I’m in the clear for avoiding a miscarriage.”
My hand pauses at her words, surprised to hear her say that word so casually. “Really?”
“Yes, really,” she confirms. “Isn’t that wonderful.” She hands me her now empty dessert bowl and I add it to the tray with mine.
“Definitely,” I agree.
“Henry and I went to see Kim yesterday and everything is great,” she mentions. “The baby is completely healthy, as am I, and everything is on track.” She shifts slightly. “See. I’m already showing.” She pulls her dress close to her body so it’s flush against her skin.
“How big is the baby?” I ask with curiosity.
“Kim said that he, or she, is the size of a large avocado right now,” Maggie answers.
“How are you holding up, Henry?” I pose, interrupting his and Joe’s conversation.
“What do you mean?” he returns with his spoon stuck in his mouth.
I laugh. “It hasn’t registered for him yet, I take it,” I say, looking to Maggie.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Henry replies defensively.
“Nothing,” I giggle. “Eric and Peter were both freaking out by this point when the girls were pregnant with Jade and Rey.”
“What do you mean?” Joe asks.
“She’s right,” Maggie confirms. “Reality of the fact that a baby was on the way hit them pretty hard. Harder than Amy and Kim, I think, but then again, Amy and Kim were both showing a little more than me.”
“Do you know if it’s a boy or girl yet?” Joe inquires eagerly.
“No,” Maggie giggles. “We can find out at our next appointment, but I don’t want to know.”
“Why not?” I ask rather sharply.
“I’m not a control freak like you, Emma,” Maggie teases, tossing a pillow at me.
“Ha ha, very funny,” I say, tickling her thigh.
A spark lights in Maggie’s eye and I can tell exactly what’s going on in her mind — in her body — she wants to fuck. She moves, getting onto her knees and slowly creeps to me. I can see Henry and Joe watching out of the corner of my eye, curiously studying us. Maggie inches closer and the fact that I can smell her already means that she won’t be taking no for an answer.
My hands rest on her hips once she’s sitting on top of me. Our eyes stay locked until Maggie looks back to Henry for a second and then returns to me. She lowers her lips to my neck and I’m able to see Joe over her shoulder. There’s desire in his eyes and calmness in his body. Henry seems a little uneasy like he’s not sure how this night may turn.
Maggie moves for my mouth, but I jerk away slightly. “I want you,” she confesses.
“I don’t think this is a good idea, Mags,” I mention softly.
“Why?” she searches, continuing her pursuit. “It can be just us . . . and when you’re ready, go to Joe. Then, I’ll go to Henry.”
“You and I both know you’ll need more than that,” I remind.
“Then, I’ll come to you, but I won’t push for anything else. You and Joe can tell me what you’re comfortable with,” she adds.
“Henry doesn’t seem comfortable by the idea,” I comment.
Maggie looks back and sees Henry’s apprehension. With a smile, she says, “I’ll take care of Henry. Relax. They don’t need to interact with each other.” She giggles at the thought. “I’ll take your lead when you’re with Joe . . . just like you took mine that time with Henry.”
With trust, my lips press to Maggie’s and we began to slowly enjoy each other’s bodies. Taking our time, our mouths and hands explore as we undress. Once I’ve got her down to her underwear, I lift Maggie off my lap and reposition her. My groin thrusts against hers as I taste her neck and chest again, releasing her breasts from their cloth cage. Suddenly, Maggie rises to a sitting position and guides my body backward. She removes my bra before my back reaches the couch. Her soft lips touch my skin as she moves south to my panties. Maggie’s fingers hook into the edges of the fabric, gliding them off of me. My right hand grips the arm of the couch above my head while the other fondles my breast. Her warm mouth tickles my skin as her tongue licks my sex.
“Fuck,” I whimper as Maggie continues.
“Make her cum, honey,” Henry instructs, closing the door to the room.
I watch Henry pour himself and Joe another glass of scotch and take a seat. My gaze locks with Joe’s and a smile smears across my face at his devilish expression. His eyes stay glued to my body as Maggie brings me closer to climax. The need to touch him, feel him, burns within me, causing a lustful desire for Joe to fill me as my orgasm arrives.
While Maggie sucks my cum off her fingers, I shift her and remove her underwear. My teeth and tongue play with her breasts and trail down her body until my mouth consumes her sex. Maggie’s arousal is heightened more than usual — it’s either the pregnancy, the fact that we haven't interacted in some time, that we have an audience or any combination of those reasons. My fingers enter Maggie, teasing her mounds while my tongue flicks across her nub until she orgasms.
Maggie dives her tongue into my mouth, wanting to taste her release as she forces my body backward. She straddles me and begins rubbing herself against my sex with desperation for another high of ecstasy. As Maggie grunts frustration at not being able to make herself cum, I take her waist and rotate her so she’s underneath of me as I grind my sex against her leg and her’s mine. Her nails dig into my ass, assisting me with the rocking motion. I’m able to bring on her orgasm pretty quickly while mine only surfaces lightly.
As Maggie catches her breath, I slip off of the couch and slowly move towards Joe. I remove the glass from his hand and take a small sip before giving it back. Kneeling before Joe, my hands eagerly work to undo his belt and pants. Joe cups my face, kissing me without stopping my movements. When I get his cock free, my mouth surrounds it, wanting to taste his release. A few seconds later, Maggie is between my legs, using her mouth and fingers to stimulate my sex. My legs shake as the orgasm builds inside me, increasing slightly when Maggie starts moaning. I don’t see Henry in his chair out of the corner of my eye, so he must be pleasuring her.
“Make her cum, honey,” Henry’s voice instructs from behind me.
“Mmm hmm,” Maggie agrees without faltering.
Joe grips my hair, holding it to the side as he watches intently. Five seconds after Joe sprays his release in my mouth, my body convulses from its own pleasure. Before my heavy breathing subsides, Maggie dives her tongue into my mouth, mixing the remnants of Joe’s and my cum together. Using the chair, I stand up and crawl over Joe’s lap, offering my mouth to him as we both proceed to remove the rest of his clothing.
I slide Joe inside me and we both shudder from the rush of being connected. His hands sq
ueeze my ass as he assists my body up and down his shaft. At some point, I feel Maggie pressing her chest against my back with one of her hands reaching around to play with my clitoris. Her soft lips tease my neck and shoulders and I feel her left leg steady itself on the edge of the chair while her other hand holds onto Joe’s forearm. Henry’s large hand takes my waist, probably supporting himself as he does Maggie from behind.
“Help her cum, honey,” Henry instructs. “Once she does, then you can too.”
Joe and I exchange a smirking expression after hearing Henry talk dirty to Maggie.
The four of us sway together in a rhythm that causes me to cum first, followed by Joe immediately after and then Maggie not long after him — I’m not sure if Henry reaches satisfaction.
When Maggie moves away from me, Joe prompts me to stand and ends up sucking the liquids dripping from my sex. Then, he lifts me, spinning me around and has me pressed against the back of the chair as he slips his penis back inside. My shoulders and head dangle slightly over the top of the chair. As Joe continues to thrust inside me, Maggie and Henry are in the same position in the other chair that is now right up against the one Joe and I are on. At some point, Maggie and Henry shift to where Maggie’s upper body is over the arm of the chair while Henry pumps into her from behind. Maggie’s lips and tongue dance along my shoulder and neck on occasion.
“Fuck me,” I request.
Joe obliges, pushing harder and deeper into to me.
“Yes,” I moan, eager for release.
Maggie takes my face with her hands, guiding me to kiss her. Joe’s mouth nestles in my neck, moving south and capturing my right nipple on occasion with his teeth. Hearing Maggie moan, indicating that she’s getting closer to release, excites my body, tingling it all over. Two seconds after she begins to orgasm, my body follows in kind. Joe reaches his second climax right after me and it sounds like Henry achieves one as well.
Joe and I get lost in each other as our bodies cool down from the stimulation.
“Here,” Maggie offers sweetly, handing me a damp cloth.
“Thanks,” Joe accepts, taking it.
Joe cleans me off and then himself before we start dressing.
“You guys can stay the night if you want,” Maggie mentions kindly.
“I’m good,” I object politely. “I’ve got some things I need to take care of tomorrow.”
“Me too,” Joe agrees. “Thank you. Maybe next time.”
I grab Joe’s glass, compulsively downing the last gulp of his scotch from the weirdness inside me. I don’t mind what just happened, and it doesn’t seem like Joe minds either, but that was a first for us — a big first.
About twenty minutes later, the four of us say goodnight with only a little awkwardness between Joe and Henry. Maggie and I giggle to ourselves, knowing we have the same thought — if it’s weird for them now, what would they think if there was more touching between all of us.
The ride back to Pasadena is quiet for the majority of the ride.
“Another first for us,” I announce timidly, not sure how Joe will respond.
Joe offers a sincere smile. “You were so beautiful tonight, Emma,” he praises.
“You finally got to see us in action this time,” I tease. “The last time you only got to hear it from the front seat.”
“Seeing you girls go at it is definitely more entertaining than just hearing you,” Joe comments.
“So, you don’t mind when Maggie needs it?” I check.
“Don’t you need it too?” he asks, confused by my statement.
“No,” I confess. “Maggie and I started off wanting to get comfortable with our bodies for when we started having sex. She’s the one who craves both male and female interaction. I would join her when we both needed stimulation, but my body doesn’t crave a woman’s body like hers.”
“I don’t mind if you need it, Emma,” Joe says as if he wants me to feel confident about the topic.
“The experience of having someone else in the room is exhilarating. It’s like watching a porn video, but instead, it’s right in the room with you,” I admit. An urge of desire surfaces and I rotate to take action.
“What are you doing?” Joe questions with concern. “Emma, please put on your seat belt.”
“It’ll get in the way,” I comment, shifting more in my seat.
“In the way of what?”
“Shh,” I reply, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants.
“Emma, that’s not safe,” Joe contends.
“Then, you better keep your eyes on the road,” I mention, placing the tip of his cock in my mouth.
Joe lets out a guttural groan. “Fuuuuuuuuuck!”
After three full strokes of my mouth up and down on his shaft, I ask, “Do you want me to stop?”
Joe doesn’t say anything.
“Is this another first?” I peruse, excited at the idea that it is.
“Yes,” he grunts as my mouth slides back down.
“Good,” I muse. “Two firsts in one night.”
“Fuck . . . I love you,” Joe grunts as I continue to suck him off. He mumbles under his breath a few times, clearly distracted and has trouble with hitting the breaks abruptly once or twice. Thankfully, his arousal is stronger than his nervousness, causing him to ejaculate into my throat a few minutes from home.
One Hundred Twenty Three
“Come with me,” Joe coaxes.
It’s the beginning of April and he’s scheduled to have the quarterly board meetings with his father for their companies. I’m so proud of both of them an how their businesses are becoming more eco-conscious while still maintaining their profits thanks to all of the tax incentives Joe and his team found.
“Why?” I ask, not really surprised by him requesting that I come along.
“Because, I want you to be there with me,” he states. “It’ll be more bearable knowing you’re there.”
“Just because we’re dating doesn’t mean we need to be attached at the hip all the time,” I reply flatly.
I know that’s not how I really feel, but I’m trying to downplay this whole thing. Honestly, I don’t want him to go and part of me wants to go with him.
“What’s wrong with that?” Joe questions, presenting mock sadness. “I always have fun with you. Don’t you always have fun with me?”
“Yes,” I confirm. “But, that’s beside the point.”
“What is your point, beautiful?” Joe presses.
I don’t reply.
“I know Charlotte, Isabella and Emily want to see you. Lily misses you and I know you want to see Alexis and Olivia,” Joe coaxes.
Joe and I took our second trip back to the East Coast in the first week of March when we heard that Charlotte was going into labor. We made it back with about five hours to spare before Alexis finally popped out. A few days later, right as we were about to leave to head back to the West Coast, Isabella was admitted into the hospital to give birth to Olivia.
“You know all that baby stuff freaks me out, even knowing that Maggie’s pregnant. Besides, you’ll be tied up most of the time,” I remind even though that’s not even a valid reason.
“True,” he admits. “But, you can do some of the tying up if you’d like.” Joe dusts his lips across my shoulder.
“As tempting as that sounds,” I begin. “You know I’d only be a distraction.”
“But, an awesome distraction,” Joe presents. “Plus, I know the Nelsons and the girls would want to see you.”
When we were back for the birth of Alexis and Olivia, I got to visit with the Nelson’s, Brittany and Leslie, but I avoided dealing with my parents’ house. I’m not sure why because it doesn’t really bother me like it did before my day at the speedway with Dr. Callahan — maybe I’m just not willing to say farewell to them just yet?
“I’ve got things I need to do here,” I state.
“Like what?” he questions playfully.
“Easy, Joseph,” I challenge.
; “Ooo,” he muses. “I like when you call me that.”
“Since when?” I ask, with my head snapping back. “I only call you that when you’re in trouble or on the verge of it.”
“Since it’s sexy as hell, beautiful.” He leans in and kisses me. “I love when you call me that.” He shifts closer on the bed. “You get feisty . . . I like it when you’re feisty.”
“Really?” I laugh as his lips veer to my neck.
“Yes,” he confirms. “You get adventurous.”
“Adventurous?” I repeat.
“Mmm hmm,” he agrees, kissing me more. “And, dominant.” His lips move under my chin to the other side of my neck. “It’s sexy. You’re sexy.” Joe’s hands spring to my hips and slide my body under him so my back is on the bed.
“Sex will not get me to agree to go,” I remind.
“Maybe I just want you anyway,” Joe comments. “You’ve got me so turned on.” Joe pushes his groin to mine. His stiff erection sticks to my wet panties. “Looks like someone else is turned on too.”
My lips peel away from his as he rubs himself against my sex. “Joe,” I moan.
“Hmm?”
“I’m . . . not coming,” I reiterated.
“Not yet,” he chuckles. Joe’s hands slide under my tank top and fondle my breasts.
“You know what I . . . mean,” I pant as his tongue trails down my body to the edges of my underwear.
Joe kisses my sex several times over my bottoms before using his teeth to pull back the fabric. “Maybe I can make you cum to get you to come,” he presents sinfully.
“No,” I breathe out.
“No what, beautiful?”
“No about coming . . . as in going with you, but . . . .” my voice fades as he sucks my nub.
“But?”
“But, yes about cumming, by the means of your mouth, fingers and cock,” I share.
“God, I love it when you talk dirty to me,” he says. His mouth continues to taste me.
I can’t help but giggle at his admission.
“You sure I can’t convince you?” he searches, sliding two fingers inside me.
“Yes,” I gasp when he hits a particular spot.
“Can we at least talk about it later?”
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