She turned over onto her knees and her fingers went to work on the buttons of Pawel’s trousers, soon pulling out his cock so that he matched James in exposure. She bent down and ran the tip of her tongue up his shaft. He exhaled and threw his head back as the sensation reverberated through his body.
James stood up from the sofa and stroked his hands down his wife’s back as she began to bob up and down on Pawel’s cock. “That’s it, baby, take it all the way down your throat,” he encouraged her. Oh my god, I love it when he talks dirty like that, Sarah thought, her back arching under his touch.
He trailed his fingers down the curve of her ass cheek and then he hooked his fingertip in the slit between her thighs. “God, baby, you’re soaking wet already,” he observed.
“Mmmhmmm,” she replied, her mouth still full of Pawel’s cock. Pawel reached down and pulled her hair into his fist so that he could control the depth of her mouth as she sucked him. He began to push her head down faster on him so that she made slurping noises and muffled moans as she tried to keep herself from choking.
“I love watching Sarah suck cock,” James told him. “Doesn’t she look beautiful?”
Pawel nodded, but any words he might have spoken were taken away as she deep-throated him and held him there, all the way to the back of her throat. James smacked her ass and praised her, “Good girl, good girl.” He slid behind her on the sofa on his knees, rubbing the head of his cock between her ass cheeks slowly until she began to buck back against him, making it clear that she was ready to be fucked.
“You want my cock, baby?” he asked, teasing the tip against the lips of her wanton pussy.
She briefly broke contact with Pawel’s manhood long enough to utter “Yes,” and it came out as a desperate plea. James didn’t hesitate to shove himself inside her, gripping her hips for leverage. She had to acclimate to the penetration before she could begin to work on Pawel’s cock again. He was patiently waiting, stroking lightly up and down, his cock enclosed in his fist.
“You love having two cocks, don’t you, baby?” James asked.
She moaned, “Mmmmmhmmmm,” but it was quickly lost in her scream as James slammed into her cervix. He’s making up for the threesome we got to have with Felicity, she thought. Giving me my reward.
“How do you feel about DP?” he asked Pawel who was beginning to move his hips as he angled to get more of his cock into Sarah’s mouth.
“The babies,” Sarah said, her voice still muffled.
“You said we were good,” James reminded her, slowing down his pace. She had stopped sucking Pawel and he had taken over with his hand again.
Sarah tried to remember how long it had been since her last double penetration. It was before she had met James. Before I was even officially divorced, she reflected. I probably would have gotten there eventually with Garrett, but he was too interested in having that second cock for himself, she thought with a laugh. She looked at James’s expectant face and then to Pawel, whose eyes were glassy and desiring. “Okay, she said, but let’s go in the bedroom where we’ll be more comfortable. This sofa is killing my knees,” she laughed.
James stood up and pulled her to her feet. She and Pawel followed him upstairs to their bedroom and James wasted no time throwing Sarah down on the bed, issuing commands. “Get on top of Pawel,” he directed.
Pawel moved onto the bed and Sarah straddled him, taking his cock into her hand as she guided it into her pussy. She could feel James behind her, inching closer. He slid his hand down the cleft of her ass cheeks, spreading them enough to expose the opening. He pressed a lubed finger against her anus, lightly at first and then more insistently until the tip eased in. She was beginning to grind her hips down on Pawel’s cock, feeling him reach the depths of her. James’s finger began to feel more and more welcomed as the penetration deepened.
She and James were not in the habit of enjoying anal sex very often. I think it’s probably been six months since we did this, Sarah thought as she felt the tip of his cock replace his finger. She stopped moving against Pawel as he very slowly began to work himself inside. He’s so damn thick, she thought as she felt her flesh stretching to accommodate him. It was a searing sensation, but she clenched her teeth and tried her best to relax all her muscles. Pawel distracted her by taking her nipple into his mouth. He bit into it, and the pain seemed to balance out the pain she was feeling from James’s cock.
Finally she felt him break through as he simultaneously let out a groan. “Damn, baby, that’s a tight squeeze,” he sighed.
She let him set the rhythm. The thrusts moved her pussy back and forth on Pawel’s cock. She had lost the ability to form coherent speech, her pussy was so tightly filled and wet. She ceased movement, unable to do anything but wildly echo the word “Fuck” over and over again in a husky whisper between labored breaths.
“You going to come with these two cocks inside you?” James asked. He was beginning to thrust faster, and Pawel looked as though he was about to lose control. He was forcibly holding himself back, clenching his jaw and squeezing his eyes shut tight.
“Yes!” Sarah exclaimed, and she felt the climax boiling up in her core. The walls began to crumble as if dynamite had exploded inside her, sending aftershocks through her body which were immediately felt by her two lovers. “Oh god, Sarah,” Pawel moaned as the contractions began to milk his cock. And then a more insistent, “Oh my god.”
Sarah felt Pawel shudder beneath her as he drained his seed deep inside her. “Okay, baby,” she said to James as she began to recover her voice. “It’s your turn. I want your cum inside me too.”
With that, he began to pump into her ass like a piston. It didn’t take many strokes before he was growling the way he always did when he came, with three final thrusts as he finished. For a few moments, they all stayed there, connected, basking in the ecstasy of their climaxes, each having given and received a gift fitting with the season.
***
Sarah was sad for James to leave again in the morning. She tried the standard consolation that stateside travel was preferable to him deploying again to the Middle East. And he doesn’t have to travel all that often, only like once a month, Sarah thought. But she felt sad and lonely looking across her empty bed. Last night my bed was occupied by two sexy men, she reflected. And now it’s empty.
Her body felt stiff and there was a dull ache in her lower abdomen. And those two sexy men sure worked me over, she thought, as she wearily hauled herself out of bed, aiming for the bathroom. She relieved her bladder and headed downstairs to the kitchen.
Her mother was due home from her trip to New York and had planned to accompany Sarah shopping for the last few Christmas gifts. Then they were going to pick Abigail up from the airport. At least half of my family will be home soon, she thought as she poured herself a glass of water and spritzed lemon into it. It had been difficult to break her coffee habit, but she was doing it for the babies.
Before he left, James had woken her to say goodbye. “I’ve been thinking about names if they’re both boys,” he shared. “I don’t think it’s fair to name one son after my father or me. I think they both need unique names. So they can have their own identities,” he explained.
She was suspended between a dream-state and reality and sleepily murmured, “Whatever you want, honey.” They had asked not to be told the gender of the embryos that were implanted, but for some reason the general consensus was that Sarah was carrying boys. Even her mother thought so. She would have questioned whether or not someone had bribed Dr. Kapoor into spilling the beans, but with her mother’s scarily accurate intuition, it was a safe bet to put some faith in her prediction.
“What do you think of Cade and Finn?” he asked. “Those are my top picks right now.”
She had struggled to pry her eyes open. He had the most serious look on his face, as if the fate of the world rested on the names they chose. And they needed to be selected immediately, lest peril overtake the earth.
She smiled, reme
mbering how deliciously sore she was from the previous night’s encounter. “The only two names I can think of right now are James and Pawel,” she said, her sleepy state causing her to slightly slur the words.
“You silly nympho,” he’d gently teased. “Okay, sorry to wake you. Let’s talk about it when I get back. I love you.”
“I love you too,” she parroted. “Be careful!”
She replayed that conversation as she washed her hair, and then again when she saw her mother’s car pull into her driveway. “Finn and Cade. Cade and Finn. Finn McAllister. Cade McAllister,” she repeated out loud. She and James had agreed not to share their name choices with anyone, but it was so tempting to ask her mother. She’d been a teacher for so many years, she likely had keen insight on what sorts of personalities and reputations tended to attach themselves to different names.
I’m sure all that is just by chance, Sarah thought. But as a sociologist, she couldn’t be too sure there wasn’t some sort of sociological phenomenon behind name choice and subsequent success in life. “James” and “Sarah” are such solid, traditional names. They seem to have served us well, she reflected. I wonder if we wouldn’t be better off going with something tried and true for our babies?
Shopping and lunch flew by and next thing Sarah knew, she and her mother were parked in the call lot at the airport waiting for Abby’s plane to touch down. “I hope there hasn’t been a delay,” Sarah said, glancing at her watch. It was about fifteen minutes after the official landing time.
“I’m surprised you didn’t work it out so that Abby and Owen could fly back together,” Kathy observed as she continued to knit the pale ivory baby blanket she’d been working on since Thanksgiving.
“Owen wanted to stay for two weeks, and Abby wanted to just come for a few days. Heaven forbid their agendas align!” Sarah laughed. She felt her abdomen jiggle a bit with the movement and began to notice that her uterus was tightening like a contraction. She felt an ache begin to radiate from just above her pubic bone to around to her lower back. She tried to brush it off. I’m just tired and all the walking is catching up with me, she thought, bravely dismissing the increasing pain.
“What’s wrong?” Kathy asked her daughter, ever-vigilant and observant.
“Nothing,” Sarah replied. “I’m just feeling a little crampy. I think I may need to use the restroom.” She glanced at her clock again. “Do you think we could pull up to the terminal and drop me off? I’ll go in and use the restroom and wait to meet Abby. You can pull around back to this lot if she’s not here by the time I’m finished.”
Kathy nodded and put the car in drive. As they slowly rolled toward the terminal, Sarah felt her abdomen begin to seize up with pain. She bit her lower lip to prevent her from crying out. Still, she was sure it was just growing pains. Dr. Kapoor had promised her those were normal, especially carrying twins.
Once at the curb, Sarah rushed into the airport and headed for the nearest bathroom. Her phone was buzzing as she swung the door of the stall open. Abby was calling. She answered the phone and tried to sound normal. “Where are you?” she gasped, trying to keep the pain from stealing her breath.
“I’m downstairs by the ground transportation sign. It says door 23? Are you okay? You sound out of breath?”
“Yeah, I’ll be right there. Just give me a second. I’m in the bathroom,” she forced a laugh.
She pulled her stretchy yoga pants down, one of the few remaining pre-pregnancy pants that fit her and settled herself onto the toilet. As she began to urinate, she thought, Oh, that’s better, I think I just really had to pee. I think I’m okay.
Then she wiped and the toilet paper was streaked with a rusty-brown color. She winced. Okay, okay, I’m probably fine. It’s brown, not red. I will just go get Abby then call the doctor.
She found Abby waiting by Door 23, but she was not alone. A tall, curvaceous girl with black and blue hair, several tattoos, and a face full of piercings was standing beside her. She tried to swallow down the fear and panic that was beginning to grip her body in its tremendous vice. “Oh, hi there, I’m Abby’s mom, Sarah.”
“Mom, this is my girlfriend, Mia,” Abby announced, as if she had been practicing delivering the line for some time.
“Girlfriend?” Sarah uttered, but she could no longer ignore the pain. She doubled over, wrapping her arms around herself and hugging herself tight.
“Mom?” Abby shrieked. “What’s wrong? Mom?!”
Sarah looked up, her face flushed. “Call your grandmother. I’m going to need to go to the ER.”
***
Chapter Nine
Rock Bottom
“James?” Abby squeaked into the phone. Sometimes when she opened her mouth, her younger self’s voice came out.
“Hey, Abby, make it home okay?” he asked. He sounded weary. Exhausted.
“Yeah. I –“
“Hold on, I’ll get your mom for you.”
He started to put the phone down, but Abby called out in her more assertive eighteen-year-old voice, “No, wait, I wanted to talk to you.” She paused for his response, but there was nothing. “Are you there?”
“Everything okay, Abby?” he finally asked with a deep breath in and out.
“I’m really worried about my mom,” she said, her voice now starting to crack with tears.
She heard each respiration, biding his time while determining the correct words to string together. Abby knew he wanted to say that her mother would be fine, but she wasn’t sure she could believe him. And he wasn’t sure he could lie.
The last seven days had been a nightmare. Even now that she was back in Colorado, the nightmare didn’t seem over. Now she just felt removed from it, out of control and helpless. Mia had seen her cry more tears in the past week than she had shed in the past year. Maybe even her whole life. It seemed as though as soon as they landed in Maryland all hell broke loose. A curse descended upon their family like a tornado rips through an unsuspecting town.
She kept replaying the scene of their arrival over and over again in her mind. Her mother had staggered to her grandmother’s silver Honda, clutching her stomach as if her insides were falling out. Abby’s grandmother had calmly directed the two girls into the back seat, while managing to take a brief moment to introduce herself to Abby’s companion. Mia’s eyes grew wider than Abby had ever seen, and her lips more silent. Kathy drove to the nearest hospital at breakneck speed. Abby had never seen someone weave in and out of traffic so skilfully.
Abby and Mia were ushered to a waiting room, one full of sleek, modern furniture with brightly-upholstered furniture. Abby guessed the upbeat colors were meant to cancel out the sterility of the hospital environment. She found that neither of them could speak; they’d been rendered speechless from the rigors of travel and the panic of circumstances. Abby’s head was pounding as she reflected on how far off script the day had gotten. It was supposed to be happy. I was supposed to introduce Mia to my mother and grandmother, and have the two most important women in my life embrace the third most important. She felt cheated of that moment.
About an hour later, Kathy finally emerged from the long corridor that was dotted with exam rooms on either side. Her face looked ashen except for the red rims around her eyes. Abby looked up at her expectantly, but the slighted headshake answered the question she was afraid to ask.
“I can’t believe James isn’t here and isn’t answering his phone,” she said. “I’m going to go outside and try again. I’m not getting a very good signal in here.” She was trying to carry the entire burden of the news on her strong, able back. Abby knew how she was. She’d take charge, make sure everyone had what they needed, and never once would there be a crack in her veneer.
Abby nodded in understanding. She understood her grandmother’s role, but not why what was happening was happening to someone as kind and loving as her mother. She was too stunned to cry, still letting the facts sink in, seep into her synapses and transform into a state of reality.
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p; “Did she lose them both?” Mia asked as Kathy exited the sliding glass doors to the parking lot. It was the question Abby hadn’t been able to muster.
Abby executed a half-hearted shrug as she began to erupt in tears. Mia pulled her close to her body so that the metal arm of the chair dug into her side.
She learned later that her mother had lost the babies, but her body hadn’t miscarried them yet. “A missed miscarriage,” the ER doctor had explained to them. And still, no one had been able to get ahold of James.
They had to perform a procedure to remove the “fetal tissue.” The doctor had called it a “D&C.” Abby didn’t know what that meant, but she cringed at the sound of every medical term. It all sounded horrifically graphic, the worst parts of her imagination painting the most vivid images. But Mia was there, holding her hand, helping dissolve the terrible mental pictures. Looking back, Abby wondered, what would I have done if she hadn’t been there?
The next day Sarah came home and set herself up in her bed. Kathy had finally reached James, and he had driven through the night to get home. Unfortunately, he hadn’t had a chance to call off his parents who were traveling to visit for the holidays from Ohio. So they arrived shortly after he did. Things had been so crazy that hardly anyone even noticed Mia was there. Abby thought she was going to come out of the closet, but was forced back in due to unforeseen circumstances.
Mr. and Mrs. McAllister only stayed for two days. They were supposed to stay four nights and had scheduled tours of the Capitol and the White House. They ended up booking a room in Washington DC for one night so they could sightsee, feeling it best to leave their son and daughter-in-law to deal with their grief. Then they headed back to Ohio.
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