“James is amazing,” Vanessa cooed, flashing her bright eyes and perfectly straight teeth.
A reporter, Sarah decided. She reminds me of an anchor woman or news reporter. Like she’s on camera all the time. She decided to cut to the chase, like a keen interviewer would. That ought to appeal to her investigative journalism persona, Sarah thought. “Are you poly?”
Her eyes and smile didn’t falter. “Well, I’ve done a lot of reading about polyamory and I –“ She paused for a moment to take a deep breath and in that time, her megawatt façade faded. “I think it’s a beautiful idea. It seems like it works very well for you and James. I’m not so sure it’s for me, though.”
“So…? I’m confused about how you see your relationship with James then?”
“Well, to be honest, I don’t know. I got out of a terrible relationship a few months ago, and that’s how I ended up on AdultFriendFinder. My girlfriends bet me I wouldn’t go through with making an account – I can’t pass up a dare,” she laughed.
“Just biding time, then?”
“Well, I’m only twenty-five. I figure there’s no hurry to settle down, right?”
Sarah could scarcely fathom being twenty-five again. When I was her age, it wasn’t a free-for-all dating handsome and intriguing men. I was busy raising Abby and getting married to Daniel. And it wasn’t long after that, I became pregnant with Owen. My twenties were pretty much consumed by motherhood. And now I’m forty and getting ready to do it all again. I must be masochistic or nuts, Sarah reflected.
She heard James’s footsteps coming down the stairs. “Hey, ladies!” he said, his deep voice oozing with charm. He was wearing jeans and nothing else. Sometimes Sarah forgot how sexy he was, but watching Vanessa’s face light up at the sight of him, she saw her husband through his lover’s eyes. She was so taken with him, Sarah could practically see her panties growing damp.
James approached Sarah first and leaned down to give her a soft kiss on the lips. Then he did the same for Vanessa. “Can I pour either of you two beautiful ladies some wine?”
Sarah shot him a death look.
“Oh, wait, not for Sarah!” he chuckled at his mistake. As if it’s funny, Sarah smirked. “Sparkling water for you, darling? And wine for me and Vanessa?”
Sarah suddenly wished she could down about a gallon of wine. Or perhaps something stronger. This is fine, she told herself as she filled her lungs with air. I am fine. Vanessa is a nice woman, and really, he could do a lot worse. At least we are here and everything’s out in the open. He’s not going behind my back.
After Vanessa’s first glass of wine was consumed, Sarah decided to ask, “So, have you ever been with a woman before?”
She laughed. “I know everyone is supposed to do that in college, but I never did!” She added in a deeper, huskier voice: “I’ve always wanted to try though.”
Oh, so I really do get to play teacher tonight, Sarah thought. That’s just great. But it turned out James had something else in mind entirely. Once they’d talked and all the ice was broken, he suggested they retire to the bedroom. He took Sarah’s hand and Vanessa followed them up the stairs and down the hall.
Once inside, James took the lead. If Sarah had to title the encounter, she might have called it “James Teaches Vanessa How to Make Love to His Wife.” He directed Vanessa to pull Sarah’s dress up over her head and discard it on the chair. Then he told her to slide her thong panties down her thighs to the floor where Sarah stepped out of them. In seconds, she was completely nude standing before both of them.
“Isn’t she beautiful?” James whispered and Vanessa murmured in agreement, lightly trailing her fingertips down Sarah’s arm. “Lie down on the bed, Sarah,” he commanded.
She wordlessly followed his instructions. Despite her trepidation, the way he’d chosen to situate her firmly in the junction of the V was turning her on. It’s like he knew exactly how to play out this situation to maximize my enjoyment and minimize the awkwardness, she reflected. She couldn’t help but be impressed.
He laid on one side of her and gestured for Vanessa to lie on the other side. The two of them began stroking their fingers up and down her body, caressing her soft, swollen breasts and her expanding midsection, then down across her lush thighs. It was so relaxing having two pairs of hands dancing along the surface of her flesh, she could have easily fallen sleep. But once James pushed her legs apart enough so that they’d have access to her sex, she became quite alert.
He put Vanessa’s hand directly on her mound of short, springy public hair, and she complied, resting her small, white hand there for several seconds without moving it. Sarah felt her trembling as James whispered soft words of encouragement to her. “Go ahead, take the tip of your finger and part her lips,” he directed her.
Meanwhile, he tilted Sarah’s face toward his and brushed his lips against hers. She felt the electricity radiate through her as the nerves in her lips and her pussy sent alternating currents up and down her body. It had been so long since she had been allowed to experience pleasure, it was almost too intense for her to handle. And they’re just getting started, she sighed.
James knew that her nipples were even more sensitive than usual, so he very carefully licked around her areola and gently sucked her engorged nipple into his mouth. He delivered the perfect amount of pressure to keep her from wincing, forcing her to straddle the line between pleasure and pain. “Here, Vanessa, let me show you,” he offered, pulling his student up to his wife’s other breast.
“Put your mouth on it,” he commanded, and she complied. Then Sarah felt both of their hot, wet mouths engulfing her nipples. She felt like she might lose her mind, the sensations were so strong. All of her nerves had been depleted of touch, like a well that had run dry, so the slightest pressure felt like a flood. And perhaps the pregnancy hormones are making me even more sensitive, Sarah considered. She felt herself holding back, feeling like she might climax just from the attention to her breasts. She wanted to wait, to savor it.
Then Vanessa reached toward her, drawing her face closer, close enough for her lips to paint an image on Sarah’s check, neck, and then her lips. Her mouth was so soft, so willing. The last woman Sarah remembered kissing was Felicity, who was dominant, dynamic, bold. Vanessa was yielding and malleable.
“Very good, Vanessa, you are a quick study,” James encouraged her, stroking his strong hands down her hair and back as she made out with his wife. Sarah could feel his rigid cock pressing against her thigh as he observed the show.
“I want you to taste her,” he said next. “Taste her pussy.” He guided Vanessa to a perch between Sarah’s ample thighs. “Now listen carefully.”
His student looked at him with eager eyes. Sarah propped her head up on two pillows so she could watch the lesson playing out. She was anxious to hear how James would teach Vanessa to pleasure her.
“First I want you to kiss up her inner thighs…just lightly. Let her get used to your touch. When you reach her pussy, just stop and soak in the perfume of it. Sarah always smells amazing…you’ll be able to smell her desire strong and clear. Drink it in, let it fill your senses before you even touch her.”
Sarah sighed as she felt the trail of kisses being imprinted on her soft flesh, and then again when she felt Vanessa’s hot breath blow across her clit. She could feel the blood beginning to pool in her groin, her most intimate parts beginning to swell with arousal. Finally James gave his student the green light to touch the tip of her tongue to Sarah’s clit and to slide it down her lips and then back up again. Only the tip, he had instructed.
Sarah’s back arched as her body could not deny her need for more. “Go ahead,” James said. “Give her more, really taste her now; bury your face in her pussy. This is going to get messy!” He laughed and smacked her playfully on her bare ass. Sarah was trying to remember when Vanessa’s clothes came off. She must have missed that part.
James stood up and slid his jeans and boxers off. He stood at the edge of the bed watching
the two women like a god who is pleased with his creation. Then he climbed onto the bed behind Vanessa and coaxed her onto her knees. He began to rub himself against her tight, firm ass cheeks, all the while his eyes locked onto Sarah’s. She handed him a condom from the bowl on the nightstand and watched him slide it onto his thick, hard cock.
Vanessa squealed when James’s cock made contact with her sex and moaned when he filled her with it. Her attention to Sarah’s pussy momentarily waned, but then became much more vigorous as James began to pump his cock in and out of Vanessa’s slit. Sarah watched as pure concentration gripped her husband’s face. His knuckles were visible above fingers that grasped her slim hips as he thrusted. Every once in a while, he would lean forward and insistently shove Vanessa’s head deeper into the crevice between his wife’s legs.
Just as Sarah was sure she was about to explode under Vanessa’s novice tongue, James completely ceased his movement. “Okay, ladies, here’s what I want you to do.” Sarah’s pelvis was vibrating with her need for release, but she followed her husband’s instructions.
He laid down on the bed and slid the condom off. “Sarah, sit on my cock,” he commanded, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her toward him. She straddled his thighs and guided the tip between her lips. She was so wet from Vanessa’s attentions that there wasn’t much resistance on entry. In mere seconds, she was perched on top of him, his cock buried inside her to the hilt. Just where she had been a few weeks ago but hadn’t been able to finish. I will finish this time, she promised herself, her hips already beginning to move on top of him involuntarily.
“Vanessa, sit on my face,” he directed. She complied and faced Sarah, her small, firm breasts barely jiggling as she took her position. She had a small, compact body like a gymnast, along with definition in her biceps and abs. Some women might have been jealous of her slim, athletic figure, but Sarah looked down at her own full breasts and round belly which housed a growing life, and wholeheartedly loved them in that moment. She appreciated the contrast between their bodies; they showcased diversity and two points on the infinite spectrum of feminine beauty.
James began to lap and suck at Vanessa’s clit as she writhed and danced on his face. His instructions were finished, and he had now been reduced to a mumbling, moaning, quivering mass controlled by the two women who sat atop him. Sarah reached for Vanessa’s breasts, cupping them in her hands as she rode her husband’s cock, feeling the orgasm begin to well up inside her again.
Vanessa was starting to lose control as her thighs began to shake. She launched herself toward Sarah, who caught her against her shoulders. “Oh, god,” Vanessa moaned. “Did you teach him to eat pussy like this?”
Sarah smiled. “He came with natural talents,” she explained. Meanwhile, James was clearly about to come unglued, a sense of urgency suddenly overtaking his body. He gripped Sarah’s hips and began to thrust up inside her, throwing her body into Vanessa’s. The two clung to each other for dear life as the mountain beneath them began to rumble with impending volcanic activity.
“I think he’s about to come,” Vanessa said, her words coming out staccato due to the force of his exertion.
“Me too,” Sarah groaned, his relentless thrusts hitting a sweet spot inside her, the fluids seeping out from around his cock and trickling down onto his balls.
No porn ever had such perfect timing as this: the three-headed creature crested simultaneously in a mutual crescendo of orgasmic bliss, each wave of pleasure washing over them like a hurricane of indulgence. Locked together, Sarah and Vanessa nearly felt each other’s spasms as they rocked through James’s body and then back into their own.
Later, after Vanessa had left, James turned to his wife and nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck. Sarah kissed him on the cheek and sighed, “Baby, you sure put on quite a show.”
“I couldn’t have done it without my star. Thanks, baby…I love you….”
***
Chapter Seventeen
Might Have Beens
The mountains are gone.
As far as my eye can see lies the water, waves cresting and slamming against the shoreline which stretches in both directions toward infinity. The sun is slung low in the sky, about to explode with color, but for now it's casting gold nets over the turquoise water where it meets the horizon.
I miss the mountains. I miss their surprises, their faces changing as they come in and out of view. I miss the steep curves and the jagged points of danger lurking around each bend. I miss the emerald valley where the stream winds through the lush groves of pine.
My vantage here is open from the sky to the water. Nothing obscures my view; even the clouds are held at bay. The only mystery is what lies in the deep. And as a wave rushes over my feet, burning my skin with the icy chill of the early summer surf, I am not sure how far I want to venture in.
Abby awoke in a cold sweat, feeling like she’d been drenched in the wave that had rushed over her feet in her sleep. It was nights like this that she curled into a ball clutching her pillow and wishing she was spooning Mia. But there was no one there, just a wide expanse of cold sheets. She was all alone.
***
Sarah met Pawel at the curb right aside the terminal and practically leaped into his arms. It had only been six months since she saw him, but it felt like an eternity. Catching up via Skype or phone just
wasn't the same as having his arms wrapped around her. She always felt a sense of comfort and his enduring love being channeled across the Atlantic, but it was so much nicer to feel it in person.
"Oh, my darling, you have the most adorable round belly! And look at that bosom. It's absolutely gorgeous!" he gushed in his Polish accent, his eyes surveying her from the top of her head to her toes.
"I know, I'm a lot bigger than the last time you saw me. I'm halfway there now!"
"Amazing. You are positively glowing!" He stroked his finger down her cheek as the security guard nearby shot them a dirty look.
"Guess we better move along," Sarah sighed and climbed back into the driver's seat with Pawel following her lead into the passenger's seat.
"I know we don't have very long together, so you have to tell me everything," he said with a very serious look on his face.
"Oh, gosh, no pressure!" Sarah laughed. "Let me see if I can give you an executive summary. Owen is in Colorado with his dad. Abby is home from school, working on campus during the day and doing summer theater at night - with none other than Garrett Stone. I finished up classes and submitted a draft manuscript to my editor for a new book. My mom is happily occupied with her boyfriend Dale, who is just an all-around great guy. We all love him. And my brother Adam and his partner Brandon are getting married, which is why I am going to Seattle.” She took a deep breath as she finished up all the positive news. Then she added: “James is still dating Vanessa, the woman he met on AdultFriendFinder and things are a little...I don't know...off between us."
"Off how? Because of Vanessa?"
"Like he seems really detached from this pregnancy and from me. I feel him constantly pulling away from me, bit by bit. Everything between us seems stilted... almost contentious at times. And I don't know why. I just feel like something bad is about to happen. You know how I get these intuitions every once in a while."
She had spoken with her mother, the Queen of Intuition, about her feelings. And her mother had asked, "What do you think is going to happen?"
Sarah broke down when she honestly verbalized the paralyzing fears that had been haunting her for months: "I'm afraid I'm going to lose the baby and he
will leave me for Vanessa or some other younger woman. I am afraid if I can't give him a baby he won't want me anymore."
Kathy had shaken her head with disappointment and peered at her daughter through eyes creased with concern. "Is he pulling away from you -- or are you pulling away from him?" she asked. "Because the worst case scenario is that you subconsciously turn your fears into a self-fulfilling prophecy."
Sarah relayed
the conversation she’d had with her mother to Pawel. "Things just feel so awkward between us these days. Even when I curl up with him with my head on his chest and his arm around me. It used to feel like the most natural thing in the world...but now..."
"Have you really, truly grieved the loss of the twins yet?" Pawel asked.
"What do you mean?" She was merging onto the interstate and looking back over her shoulder, not at the expression on Pawel's face which read: You can't seriously not know what I mean.
He waited for the realization to sink into her head because he knew he had struck a chord. She pretended not to have heard him and sped down the highway, squinting as she looked for the next exit. She avoided looking at his deep brown eyes, the ones with the fine etchings from years of smiling and laughing, the ones behind the constantly smudged wire-rimmed glasses, the ones who had professed his love for her many times over. This man was her kindred spirit, and despite the miles between them, he could see in the depths of her soul sometimes more clearly than she could see herself.
"Sarah, you lost the twins right at Christmastime. You had company and holed yourself up in your house for days. I remember you telling me what a hermit you were. Then when everyone left you went right back to business as usual. And so did James. You did IVF again just a few months later. Did you ever really stop and
grieve the babies you lost?"
Sarah sighed, her chest visibly heaving under the weight of his words. Then she fired back, an anger bubbling up from a cauldron buried deep inside her. "What were we supposed to do? Plant a tree? Order a plaque for our garden? I really don't know what the appropriate protocol is, Pawel. Women miscarry all the time. It happens and you move on. That's what
society dictates."
"You of all people should know how unhealthy that is and how important cultural rituals are to preserving identity and relationships."
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