A Valentine for Two

by Lia Davis

  I coughed, covering my shame. “I had an idea, I just didn’t know how complicated you would be down there.”

  She laughed harder, touching the corners of her eyes. “Yes. I’m glad I could explain it without a diagram.”

  “Me too! I’m happy to be able to find my way now.”

  Di sobered up a bit. “Definitely. I’d say more than just feeling your way though.”

  Her hand returned to the table and I reached for it again. “I don’t mind feeling my way. It was so much easier when I got down there.”

  Her turn to blush again. “You were...thorough.”

  When I first tucked my head between her legs, I figured the best thing to do was lick and suck everywhere.

  “You tasted divine. Still do.”

  Our words fell off, silence allowing us to hear the couples around us, the whispers and laughter. It felt like we’d locked ourselves in our own little bubble. It popped with the return of the waiter, carrying our food.

  We chatted while we ate, discussing the meal and other fantastic establishments we’d frequented. When we were interrupted next it wasn’t by staff.

  "Diane?" a voice called from across the restaurant.

  My wife turned her head in the direction of the voice. I looked at the mahogany-haired woman as well.

  "Oh my God, Lisa?" Diane cried, rising from her chair and meeting her old friend in the middle. "You haven't changed a bit! What are you doing here? I thought you were in Phoenix."

  "I was. I'm here for a week-long conference. Just a minute." Lisa stepped quickly back to her table and picked up her bag.

  I raised my eyebrows at Di, who bobbed on her toes, grinning madly. She hadn’t been this excited in months. Her brown eyes shone, and her dark hair bounced with her movements. Her cheeks were flushed as well, reminding me of what I knew of her friend.

  Although I had been completely virginal on our wedding night, Diane brought some experience, the last I would have thought she had. It took several months of marriage for her to feel safe telling me about her relationship with Lisa. Given her childhood and living under the watchful eye of her preacher father, I could understand.

  Lisa Clark's name came up many times before that uncomfortable conversation. Diane and Lisa had gotten into and out of all manner of scrapes over their four years as roommates while attending the University of Washington. This would be my chance to meet the infamous Lisa, the friend who had shared more than a room with my wife.

  Di was sure I would hate her and annul the marriage if she told me about their lesbian experimentation. It had taken me days to convince her that nothing that happened with her and her roommate would turn me away. Just because I was inexperienced when we met didn’t mean I expected she would be.

  Learning Lisa was the source of her sexual knowledge came as a serious shock. Diane insisted that she loved me and sex with me. She had never been interested in any woman besides Lisa, and she left that part of her life in Seattle, in their dorm room.

  Seeing her now, glowing at the prospect of spending time with her friend, her former lover, I became jealous, insecure. She was my wife, the love of my life.

  I took a deep breath and let those two sentiments really sink in. She hadn’t been working toward getting time alone with Lisa, although they continued to keep in touch over the years. They only exchanged emails once a month. No, she was definitely still mine.

  Diane hugged her friend, and I eased further when it was the same hug she gave my mother or her cousin.

  "Lisa, this is Ben. Ben, meet Lisa. I'm so glad to finally introduce the two of you."

  I pushed up my glasses before rising to take Lisa's hand. She wore simple slacks and a blouse, but her ample breasts and shapely legs were not hidden by either.

  "Wonderful to meet you, Ben."

  "And you, Lisa." Her hand gave a solid grip although it was slender. "Please join us," I offered, pulling out a third chair for her. Diane still bubbled with happiness, and I would do anything to keep her so.

  "Are you sure? It’s Valentine’s Day. I’m sure you’d rather spend it alone.”

  Diane looked to her feet and I knew it was up to me. “It is, but how long has it been since you’ve seen each other? We’ll have another Valentine’s Day next year. You’re only here now.”

  Lisa cocked her head to the side, her eyes narrowing slightly. I made sure to hold that gaze and keep the smile on my lips. I was sincere, but she needed to judge that for herself. Finally, she relaxed and took the offered chair. “Thanks.”

  Catching the waiter’s eye, I tapped my glass. We needed one for Lisa.

  Di couldn’t keep quiet any longer. In fact, it looked like she might vibrate right out of the chair. "It’s more than just Valentine’s day. Ben was just promoted. He's heading IT at Looman's now." Diane beamed at me, making me feel warm in return.

  "That's great news, Ben. Congrats." Lisa’s warm smile, brought light to her eyes and emphasized her round face, soft and feminine. I started to see what Diane did.

  "Thank you. Did you get a chance to eat?" The waiter set a glass in front of Lisa and filled it from our bottle.

  "Um, no, Ben, I didn't." She placed an order and I asked for another bottle of wine.

  “Are you here for work?"

  She sipped her wine and nodded. "A writer's conference."

  "Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" Diane demanded.

  Lisa laughed. "Because I didn't know until last week. I thought Mark and I were going to Montreal, but his plans changed, so I snuck this in."

  "It's so good to see you! How long are you here?” Diane asked as a busboy cleared our plates. I really couldn't recall seeing Diane this excited.

  "The week."

  A little left out, I listened to the ladies reminisce and update each other on acquaintances I didn’t know. I learned that Lisa was seeing Mark. They were still exclusive and she expected this trip to Montreal, and a shared hotel room, might be their first step toward something permanent.

  "I swear, he's more of a prude than you, Diane."

  I felt my skin flush and Diane tittered nervously. Lisa was quick to notice but unsure what to say. "I mean... he'll probably want to wait till we're married, too."

  Diane let out another nervous laugh.

  Lisa's expression fell. "That's assuming he ever wants to marry me."

  "Lisa?" Diane asked, worry creasing her brow. "Did something happen?"

  She brightened, but I sensed it was forced. "No, just an inconvenient coincidence."

  "I'm sure that's what it is," I told her. "He'd be nuts not to snap up someone like you. I'm surprised you aren't married already." I put my hand on hers and she smiled at me. Even so, she sighed, pushing away her empty plate.

  "He's right, Lisa," Diane agreed.

  "That's exactly why I proposed to Di. I wasn't about to risk missing my chance." I took my wife's hand across the table, stroking my thumb over her ring.

  Diane squeezed Lisa's free hand and we all relaxed a little into our chairs.

  “Well, Diane always had better luck than I did.”

  “It’s not luck,” I told her. “It’s knowing when you have something and fighting for it. I knew if I pressed her on my proposal, she’d say no. But if I waited, let her think it over while I showed her what we’d lose if she didn’t accept, I could have a wife that would be the envy of any man.” I squeezed her hand beneath mine. “You are a good woman and a good man will recognize that.” I sat back and finished my wine. “If this Mark can’t figure that out, you’ll find someone that does.”

  “Thanks, Ben. I think he sees it. I know I do. We’d be really good together, but something is holding him off.” She sighed and shook her hair, brown curls swaying. “I should get going and let you get back to your romantic date.”

  “There’s no rush.” I waved away the waiter who was probably about to try bringing the bill.

  “None at all,” Diane insisted. “You are a welcome part of our romance.” Red flooded her
cheeks as she realized what she’d just said.

  I laughed and Lisa joined me. “Oh, Di, do you think I could?” she teased. “Just hop right in?”

  “That’s not what I meant,” she muttered, not meeting Lisa’s gaze or mine.

  “Well, on that happy thought, I will definitely leave you to your romance. Di? Would you be available for coffee tomorrow? I’m staying at the Hilton and can meet any time.”

  “What about your conference?” Her brow creased in concern.

  Lisa waved a hand, dismissing the thought. “I’ll skip whatever session is on then. I’d much rather chat with you.”

  I shifted as the ladies regarded one another. Something in that gaze hinted at their deeper relationship, a need to be with one another. I knew first-hand the predicament that arose when Di and I wanted to avoid public displays of affection.

  Lisa rose. “I really should get going. There are some morning sessions I’d like to attend.”

  Di jumped up and hugged her friend again. Just like the gaze, I knew this hug held more in it than the first. They weren’t feeling each other up, but I could see how much they enjoyed holding one another.

  The waiter noticed and brought the bill, which I paid while they whispered in their embrace.

  "I'll call you," Lisa told Diane, pulling out of their hug. Then, to my surprise, she hugged me. "Thanks for being so good to her," she whispered in my ear.

  “Can we give you a ride to the hotel?” Di asked, her hand on Lisa’s back.

  “No, I see my group there settling up as well. I’ll hitch a ride back with them.” She slung her bag on her shoulder and strode back to her fellow writers.

  “Shall we?” Di asked, hooking her arm through mine and leading me to the door.

  “Of course. So, Lisa.”

  “Yes! I can’t believe the luck to happen to be in the same restaurant.” She grinned and I had to resist the urge to kiss her, waiting until we were in our car. Then I did lean over and press my lips to hers.

  “Do you know how bright you looked tonight? How wonderful? I can see how much you missed her, how happy she made you. My heart ached to look at you. If just seeing Lisa can do that, I wish she lived closer."

  She kissed me back. “I have missed her. I can’t wait to see her tomorrow.”

  “Can’t you? Do you think...you’ll do something special?”

  She frowned and sat back while I put the car in reverse. “What do you mean?”

  I navigated the garage and got us on the road before answering. “I mean, like old times.” Was my jealousy showing? I thought I had it in check, but did my voice seem strained?

  “No, I don’t think so. I mean, she has someone and I have you.”

  “Do you ever think about it?” I was glad it was dark and she couldn’t see how flushed I’d become, jealousy written all over my face.

  She didn’t answer right away, which I took as a good sign. It meant when she did speak, it would be honest. “Sometimes. Not very often. Never when we’re... I mean, I think tonight’s the first time I’ve thought of it in over a year.”

  I didn’t bring it up again until we shared the bathroom, her removing makeup, me brushing my teeth.

  “What did you think about tonight?”

  “Hm? What?” She picked up her own brush.

  “You and Lisa, what did you think about?”

  She scrubbed a few seconds before answering. “I thought it was great to see her again. I’m looking forward to tomorrow.”

  I moved to stand behind her, just as I had when we were preparing for dinner. “What are you looking forward to?” I slid my hands over her hips, joining them on her pelvis, atop the satiny nightie she wore. Curiosity warred with jealousy. I had to know what she thought about, fantasized. “Tell me?” I whispered, my lips brushing her ear. Using my tongue, I picked up her lobe and nibbled on it.

  She groaned and dropped her toothbrush. Shifting her weight, she rubbed her hips against my growing erection. “I’m not expecting anything like that.” She turned within the circle of my arms. I cupped her ass and pulled her closer. “I mean, even if you didn’t mind, I don’t know that she’d want to do anything.”

  “What if she did?” I thrust my hips, making my intention obvious.

  “Come.” She pushed me away so she could get onto the bed. Pulling the nightie over her head, she sat on the edge of the mattress, naked and enticing. “Look at that tent.” Her fingers stretched out to touch me where I’d nearly burst through my shorts.

  Hissing, I backed up enough to pull them down. Her knees splayed and I stepped forward between them, my erection just above the short bush of hair covering her pussy.

  “You really want to hear this?” Her brow bore lines of concern and I had to admit I wasn’t sure.

  Reaching down, I grabbed her legs and lifted. She braced on her arms rather than fall back to the mattress. “Tell me anyway.”

  “I imagined her mouth.” In a small thrust, my cock slid over her hot, pink skin. “She’s almost as good at it as you are.”

  “Almost?” I said with a grin.

  “No one can do it like you.” She twisted in my hold, moving herself over me again. “I love her breasts. They’re round and full. Didn’t you think they were beautiful? Much more than I have.” She shimmied her shoulders, making her own sway.

  Should I take the bait? Well, I’d asked her to be honest. “Yeah. They look like they would swing while you...” I stopped not sure what she’d do. She couldn’t really fuck her friend.

  Diane threw her head back. “She’s not here, Ben. Just you and me.”

  Pulling her hips higher, she finally fell back and I thrust until my hips touched hers. “Yes, yes, yes.” She tossed her head from side to side, her hands palming her breasts. Her pussy writhed around me.

  “Thinking about Lisa got you hot, didn’t it, Di?”

  “Yes, so good, so hot. Mm. Lisa is gorgeous, she smells so good, and her kisses.” She trailed off, her hips lifting from my hands to grind on my cock, still deep inside her.

  “Her kisses.” My voice came out gruff, my balls tightening. This was my wife, my kisses. The jealousy added fuel to the fire burning in my loins.

  She slid her hand into her lips, and her eyes flew open when she touched her clit.

  “Yeah, rub it, Di.” Tucking my chin, I drove myself a little deeper, pinned her fingers and made her cry out again. Heat broke over me and cum shot into her, leaving me cold in its wake.

  She panted for breath, her legs dropping down the side of the bed as I released them. Hand to her head she brushed hair from her face, dampened from the sweat on her brow. “I didn’t know,” she murmured.

  I turned her so we could both get under covers. “Know what?” I kissed her cheek and spooned up behind her.

  “That you were so curious. That you would want to know.”

  “I want to know everything about you.” Satisfied with her answers and my own, I closed my eyes and inhaled the smell that was all Di.

  Chapter Two

  Anticipation

  The next night Diane headed out to meet Lisa near her hotel. I tried not to let my imagination get away with me, but it was hard.

  On the one hand, I was jealous of Lisa and the very intimate relationship she'd had with my wife. On the other, I was glad to see Diane so happy. The idea of Lisa's hands on my wife and the sex we’d had Valentine’s night made it difficult to concentrate on anything.

  I tried going to bed early, but that just made it worse. In my mind, Lisa’s plump breasts pressed up against Di’s. They kissed one another, touched one another. My hand slid over my growing erection, lust overtaking jealousy. While I imagined Lisa licking at Di’s pussy, I stroked myself, wishing I could feel that same pussy right now.

  The debauchery I imagined couldn’t possibly match what was happening. Could it? Would Di really use her fingers to fill Lisa’s pussy and make her come? Would Lisa’s breasts sway against Di’s when she used a strap-on to fuck her?

/>   My cock throbbed and I held it tight, not wanting to let the evidence of my dirty mind display itself on our sheets. Stumbling to the bathroom, I inhaled Di’s perfume before jumping in the shower to cool off.

  The lukewarm water didn’t have the effect I’d hoped. Now I imagined the women soaping one another, sliding breasts, hands, and thighs together. Groaning, I pumped my cock, letting the cum wash down the drain. Maybe, now that I’d had a release I could sleep.

  Nope.

  I pulled on a robe and sat at the computer, playing a shooter to try to distract myself. I was distracted all right, and I got shot a lot. Still seeing Di naked when I blinked, the snipers always found me. I was so lost in thought I didn’t hear the door open.

  "Ben? You didn't have to wait up."

  My head turned at the sound of her voice. My wife. Mine. Not Lisa’s. Imagination might get the better of me, but I could fight it with reality, the solid, warm body of Diane. I ran to wrap my arms around her.

  She stiffened at my abruptness. "What is wrong?"

  I took her cheeks in my hands, kissing her. "Nothing, just driving myself crazy.” I ran my hands through my hair and took off my glasses. "I haven't been able to get the two of you out of my head all night."

  She wrapped her hand around my hard-on. "You were thinking about us? Come to bed. Let me show you."

  I frowned and groaned quietly, following her to the bedroom. Once I sat on the bed, she knelt in front of me.

  "I thought about it too." She pulled my robe apart, exposing me. "I thought about kissing her." Stroking me, she continued, giving words to the pictures in my head. "I imagined her tongue on my neck again. Her hands on my breasts." She licked the tip of me and I hissed. "It's all right to think about it."

  "What if you want to do more than think?" I asked, my voice husky.

  "I have you, and Lisa has Mark, or will have Mark. I'm not so greedy as to ask for more."

  "I would love to watch the two of you," I whispered, barely willing to admit the thought to myself.

  Her eyes went wide and she pulled her lips back from the head of my cock. "You would?"

  I nodded, a knot in my throat. I fought it back enough to speak. "I'd want to...see what she does to you, with you."