by Lia Davis
She sobbed quietly. "I... I don't know... He isn't..."
"Shhhh, sweetie. Take your time. You can tell us," Diane assured her.
I stroked her hair, not wanting to interrupt Diane's voice; it would be more familiar than mine.
"What is he going to say?" she whimpered. "He won't want me anymore."
I let out a long sigh. She was just like Diane.
My wife met my eyes and smiled at me. "If he really loves you, Lisa, he will. Ben not only forgave me, he let me have this."
"Yeah, but that's Ben. He's obviously amazing." Lisa's voice was still broken and thick with tears.
My eyes widened in surprise. I was amazing? "Lisa, Diane's right. You have to tell him. For one thing, he deserves to know about your past. For another, if he can't accept that, he doesn't deserve you. You are amazing, Lisa. And if Mark is half the man you think he is, he knows that. He isn't going to let you go because you loved your roommate in college."
"But what about you?" she whispered.
She had me there. "I think you should tell him. Tell him what you need. God knows I've begged Diane to do that enough."
Lisa chuckled. "I thought I was, without being crude. Oh, Ben, you didn't get to..." She turned to me now, grabbing my semi-hard-on.
I waved it off. "Don't worry about it. I'm more worried about you. Are you sure you're all right?" I hugged her now, plump and soft in my hands, while stroking her back.
"Yes." She sighed.
Diane curled into her back, and I held Lisa for a few minutes until I heard quiet snoring. I looked down to see both ladies with eyes closed, fast asleep. I chuckled to myself before getting up for a quick shower.
Chapter Four
Round 2 or is it 3?
It had to be a dream. Diane danced, pulling off scarf after scarf and never revealing more skin. Breath curled in my ear, and I turned to see Lisa, standing behind me and reaching into my lap to open my fly.
Startled, I shook myself awake. I didn’t have a fly, but I was exposed, full erection standing out and two hands on it. One belonged to Diane and the other to Lisa. The latter licked the tip, curling with her tongue. Diane, on the bottom of the shaft, released me to tease my balls, stroking toward my ass. I arched my back, tightening everywhere.
“Fuck, girls, how do you expect me to last?”
Di’s giggle was contrasted with Lisa’s deep chuckle. She sucked on the head of my dick and let Diane answer.
“She doesn’t want you to last. She wants to taste you.”
“That’s gonna happen,” I promised.
“Mmm,” Lisa hummed and I saw stars for a moment before I throbbed, shooting into her mouth and, when she pulled back, across her nose. “You taste good, nerd-boy.”
If I hadn’t already been flushed from the orgasm, I’d be turning red now. “Does Mark like when you do that?”
Lisa licked my tip again, making me flinch. “That he does.”
“Does he do the same for you?” Turning to Diane, who looked about ready to fall asleep again, I spotted the clock on the bedside table behind her. It read 4 am.
Lisa slid back up to get her head on a pillow. “No. He’s got nimble fingers though.”
Diane snuffled and rolled toward Lisa, their noses touching. “Ben’s the best.”
Lisa chuckled. “I’ve figured that out.”
“I think she means at this.” I scooted down the bed and between Lisa’s legs. While I did, Diane’s hand drifted across her chest to fondle one of Lisa’s breasts, pinching the nipple lightly.
Part of me couldn’t believe how easy it was to indulge Lisa. I had no hesitation in seeing to her pleasure, no fear of a reprisal from Diane. The rest of me wondered what that meant. Were there cracks in our marriage that Lisa might widen?
The thoughts turned over one another while I parted Lisa’s labia and ran my finger over her in the dark. Here was the top, her clit, the hood of it. I teased my finger inside that, hitting a spot I couldn’t otherwise.
“Holy crap.” Her legs twitched around me.
I kept one finger there, holding fairly still while I used the other hand to trace down. I rubbed over her urethra, tapping it once or twice. If she was like me, with a half-full bladder, that should impact on her clit as well.
Peeking over her mound, I could see Diane’s tongue licking up Lisa’s throat and circling her ear. Lisa’s eyes had drifted shut and she took over palming her own breasts.
My finger circled her pussy, slowly spiraling toward the center. The closer I got to insertion, the more I teased her clit. As soon as one finger sunk inside her, I put my lips to her clit and sucked.
“Oh, fuck.” Her curse was low and guttural. I lost suction as she bucked, but my finger stayed lodged inside her, curling and twisting to keep it in place. Diane tried to hold her down, but the larger woman could shake us both. When she stilled, I added a second and ran my tongue lower, licking all of her inner lips.
“I’m going to come.”
“You bet you are.” I could hear Diane sucking and imagined it was Lisa’s breast.
Grinning, I added a third finger, using my other hand to pull up the hood on her clit again, and took a second to see if my guess was right. It was more than right. Diane had one nipple in her mouth, between her teeth and her fingers on the other. Lisa’s hand disappeared from view between Diane’s legs. I ran the tip of my tongue in the hood. “Mm-hmm.”
Just as that had triggered my climax, this hit hers. Her legs tightened, closing around my ears. The hand not pleasuring Diane was in my hair, gripping it and holding me in place.
“Good God,” she whispered. “You are good at that.”
Turning the three fingers inside her, I shook them the way she had used the toy on Diane. “I’m not done,” I warned her before licking up her slit. Working my fingers inside, my free hand rested on her mound, feeling for the right moment.
Sucking hard, I pulled my hand free and felt liquid splash under my chin. It was more than Di had spilled and seeped into the sheets beneath me, leaving a cold patch in its wake.
“Shit. I hate sleeping on the cold spot.” She wiggled her hips out of the way.
I nudged her toward Di, like a gentleman, taking the place of least comfort. Diane moved up as well, resting her head on the pillow while Lisa played between her thighs.
Wriggling, I got my arm under Lisa and massaged her breasts. My cock, which should really have called it quits for the night, was actually twitching against her round ass cheeks.
Diane rolled onto her back, her mouth wide as she gasped for air. “God, Lisa! Don’t stop, don’t stop.”
“Oh, I’m not stopping.” I could feel her arm shake as she finger-fucked Diane at least as well as I had Lisa.
“I can’t sleep on that wet spot too.”
Lisa laughed, but Diane was starting to squeak, which only encouraged my groin to get back in the game. Rocking my hips in time to my wife’s cries, I slid between Lisa’s thighs, catching on her asshole.
“Whoa, buddy. Not ready for that.”
“Sorry,” I groaned, kissing her shoulder. “Not aiming there.”
Diane didn’t give any indication of hearing us, lost in her own orgasm. When she came down, she reached for Lisa’s pussy and brushed me as well. “Lisa, get on your knees.”
“What?”
Diane didn’t wait, rolling Lisa onto her belly and digging a condom out of the drawer. It would be one of the ribbed ones that she enjoyed on rare occasions. She stroked me before sliding the sheath over my shaft. “Take her doggy. She loves it.”
“Oh, yeah, I do. Fuck me, nerd-boy.”
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I said without thinking.
The women paused. Diane answered first. “It’s not okay?”
“No! It’s great! I mean, I can’t believe I’m still hard.”
They went back to their respective laughs, one high, one low. I was really coming to love that combination. Another thought flitted through my mind: w
hat would it be like when Lisa went home? Would things change between me and Di?
Before I could reflect, Di practically shoved me at her friend. Her legs fell outside mine as she squatted behind me. I looked over my shoulder, but it was too dark to really see anything. She took the base of my cock in her hand and with hands and hips, directed me.
I closed my eyes as Diane used me to fuck Lisa. She would push her hips and mine forward and then pull us back. She set the pace, her breasts flat to my back and her breath in my ear.
“Doesn’t she feel fantastic? She has such a tight pussy, so smooth. God, I’m getting hot again.”
My mind spun with Diane’s words. “No kidding. She feels fucking fantastic. You hear that, Lisa? You feel fantastic.”
She groaned, her head resting on her hands. “Fantastic. Better than fantastic. Fuck, faster.”
Diane took that cue and kept her hands on my hips as we sped up. My balls started to swing and Lisa clenched around me.
“Yes, yes. Fuck.” She devolved into the same grunting she had before. Diane pinned my hips to Lisa’s, keeping me buried inside her while she came around me.
“Yes,” Diane whispered behind me, her fingers circling the barest sliver of my cock not snug inside Lisa. When her friend went limp, Diane knelt beside her. “Me now.”
Lisa pulled Diane so she was pushed up atop her, letting the rounder woman wrap her hands around Diane’s neck and pull her into a kiss.
I didn’t hesitate, leaving the condom in place while I plunged into my wife. Their kissing, loud and sloppy, left me eager to join them, curl up with them. My hips moved faster, aiming for that same ball-slapping pleasure I’d given Lisa. Neither lady lasted long with the repeated play and I fell in with them, curling behind Lisa while she wrapped her arms around Diane.
***
I was the last to rise from the bed. Sun streamed in the windows and I could hear female voices chattering through the open door. The smell of coffee reached me and I stretched and rose. Shorts in hand, I hopped into them on my way to the kitchen.
Lisa sat in one chair, her foot tucked up, splitting the robe she wore to reveal nothing beneath. Diane poured steaming brown liquid into a cup.
“Ben!” She held the mug out as she approached me. “Coffee?”
“Yes, thank you.” I slurped once before asking, “How long have I been out?”
“Not long,” Lisa assured me. “The coffee just finished brewing.”
I set my coffee down and returned to the bedroom, blind without my glasses. Toast popped just as I picked it up again.
“You’re sure I can’t make something more?” Diane asked, setting the plate on the table. Lisa grabbed the first of four pieces.
“No, this is good. I need to get back to the hotel. There’s a marketing session today that I want to catch. You want to meet me for lunch?” I thought she was asking Diane, but Lisa looked to me.
“Uh, maybe. We aren’t doing anything today, are we, Di?”
She shook her head. “We’re going to Mum’s for dinner, but nothing before that.” She took the seat beside me, taking a piece of toast for herself. Her toes tickled the back of my leg under the table.
“Great. I’ll meet you at that café at one.” This time Lisa did address Diane, who nodded. I assumed it was the same place they’d met the previous nights.
“Are you—” My voice wavered. “Coming back tonight?”
Lisa hesitated too. “I don’t know. I don’t think so. I have to leave tomorrow. It might be easier... Damn, I want to come back.”
I reached across and covered her hand with mine. “No worries. The door is open. You decide when you want to walk through it.”
She turned her hand over to squeeze mine. “Thank you.”
While she finished her toast, I got up and fried myself an egg. “Can I make you one, Di?”
“Um, yeah, sure.” Turning, I noticed her move into my chair and whisper to Lisa. Returning my eyes to the pan, I gave them the privacy they needed. By the time the egg was ready, their heads weren’t pressed together, although Di remained in my seat.
“I should get going.” Lisa’s chair scraped across the floor as she pushed it back. “I’ll need to change before I do anything.”
“If you’re sure.” Diane followed her into the bedroom, seeming ready to fuss over her friend. “Let me help you find your things.”
Sitting alone at the table didn’t help my appetite. Curiosity got the better of me and I twisted my chair to peer through the open door. Lisa’s arms stretched up as she pulled her shirt over her head. Diane remained in her robe, but held out Lisa’s pants.
Soon enough, they both passed me on their way to the door. Lisa slipped on her shoes and came back to kiss my cheek. “Thank you so much, Ben. You have no idea how much this meant for me.” Her arms circled my neck as she squeezed me in a hug. It was backwards, so I was left rubbing the arm across my collar.
“Thank you. I never knew... Never thought... Oh, hell, you’re the author, you find the words.”
Lisa laughed. “I think I’d have trouble in this case.” She kissed me once more before turning and seizing Diane in a hug. My wife bent so their cheeks could touch. “I love you, Di. I always have. This has been something else.”
“And yet, something familiar.”
“Yes.” Lisa released her to open the door. “Goodbye.”
“We’ll see you at lunch,” I reminded her.
“Oh, yeah, right. Heh. See you later.”
I waited for Diane to take her seat. “So...what does this mean for us?”
“Hm? What do you mean?” She took a piece of toast and applied peanut butter.
“Will you be looking for her now that she’s gone?” I sipped my coffee, mouth going dry.
“I still don’t understand. I’m going to miss her, of course. Hopefully it won’t be so long until we see her again.”
I gazed down into the black depths of my mug. “Am I going to be enough?”
Her knife clattered as she dropped it to the plate. “Of course you are! Oh, Ben, I didn’t want to make you jealous. Please tell me you aren’t.”
My mouth twitched in a smile. “Not jealous, no. I don’t envy what you have with Lisa anymore. I did, until I got to be part of it.” Taking a swallow of coffee, I searched for words. “Will you wish you had more than just me in bed? Another pair of hands, another pair of lips?”
Diane chewed on a piece of toast, taking her time. “I don’t think so. I can’t imagine anyone but you or Lisa. I wouldn’t want just anyone.”
“Yeah, not anyone, but what if you made a new friend?”
She shook her head. “No. I’m not going to wish for more than you, Ben.” Her eyes widened. “Are you going to want another woman in bed?” Her voice rose in alarm.
“God, no. It was hard keeping up with both of you. I wouldn’t want to do that often.” I shifted myself, slightly chaffed from the night.
When I rose to refill my coffee mug, I asked the question I really wanted answered. “So, do we just go back to before?”
Diane turned to look at me over the counter. “Yeah, I think so.”
Releasing a big sigh, I felt a weight lift. “Good.”
She giggled. “What did you think would change?”
“I don’t know. Everything?” I sat down across from her, reaching for her hand. “So many questions went through my head last night. What if Mark doesn’t change? What if she comes back? That doesn’t sound like a bad thing, but it’s hard to imagine. How does our feelings for her affect our feelings for each other? Maybe not at all, but maybe it does. You both kept distracting me, and thank you for that, but the big questions still plague me.”
Diane squeezed my hand. “Give it a week. They’ll go away.”
She was probably right.
***
Diane and I waited with Lisa at security. She hugged Diane first. "I've missed you, Di. We need to keep in better touch."
"Definitely, Lisa. I love you
."
"I love you too, Di." They shared a quick peck before Lisa hugged me.
"Thank you, Ben. For being so good to her, so good for her. I hope Mark is half as good to me."
I stroked her hair and back. "If he isn't, throw him back. I'm not that special," I said with a chuckle.
"Yes, you are," Diane whispered in my ear, taking my hand as I released Lisa.
"Just remember to invite us to the wedding."
Lisa laughed. "Well, of course. I'll need my bridesmaid, won't I?" She hugged Diane one more time before joining the line.
Diane put her arm around my waist and I did the same, our heads touching. "I love you. Thank you," she said.
I kissed her forehead, stretching slightly to do so. "What kind of nerd-boy would I be if I didn't let you have one last fling?"
She smiled and giggled. "Now take me home, nerd-boy."
Chapter Five
They’re Going to Need a Bigger Bed
A knock came at the door while Diane moved a meat pie from the fridge to the oven. She’d picked it up at the farmer’s market on the weekend, a special treat for today.
“Can you get it?” Her voice echoed oddly, distorted by the oven.
I’d already gotten up to do just that. At first I opened it just a crack, expecting a boy or girl scout fundraiser. I saw the right side of Lisa’s face, her brown hair curly on her shoulder.
“Lisa!” I flung the door open and grabbed her in a hug. The grocery bag she held flipped around and hit me in the back. “What are you doing here?”
She pulled back and lifted the bag. “It’s steak and BJ day.”
I turned to Diane in the kitchen, but she looked as confused as I felt.
“It’s Pi day,” I said. “March 14. Three point one four.”
It was Lisa’s turn to look confused. “Pi? Like circles?”
I nodded.
“Oh, well it’s also Steak and Blow Job day.”
Diane covered her mouth, but she still spluttered with laughter. “You brought steak.”
“Yeah. I also have the BJ.” She gave me a sly smile and ran her hand down the front of my jeans. I hadn’t been hard a moment ago.
