“Griff, I can’t deny the feelings I had—and now have—for you. Like I said, there was a zing that first time and basically every time since. When we make love I’m in a whole different place, and yet I still haven’t reconciled what Roger set in motion with my love for him. I do love him, and I have a hard time with loving two men … like that … the same way.”
“We’ll make it work, somehow. I still love Nadine and yet I’ve looked the other way when she sleeps with women. I think she can have her life and still be married to me, just like you could be a part of my life while still married to Roger. All I know is that I don’t think I can live without you.”
“So we’ll be one big happy family,” I said. “I’ll sleep with you most of the time but sometimes your wife will make us a threesome, or at least when Roger isn’t with us in a foursome. Of course some nights Roger will sleep with Heather. It’s like I said… one big happy family.”
“Don’t make it sound so crude, Jan.”
“I’m sorry Griffin, but that’s the image that gets in the way of anything long-lasting happening between us. That’s why I can’t call it love … yet.”
“I’m actually happy for the ‘yet’ I just got. As long as Roger doesn’t suddenly change his mind we’ll keep right on working on it.”
The meal was stupendous, and now we would have dessert. Griffin was mostly quiet on the drive to my house. I speculated on Roger’s evening but it was mostly a monologue rather than a conversation. Griffin’s lone commentary was on his wife’s choice of girlfriends. “Based on the women she chases, the crowd at Vibe has to be a wild one so I hope Roger was prepared for that.”
Once we arrived, wordlessly we went up to my bedroom, where he insisted that he’d remove my dress. My thong was the last thing removed and by that time my pussy was drooling. While still clothed (minus jacket and tie) he went down on me. He wasn’t in a hurry and for now that was okay with me. His tongue danced around and over every erogenous zone down there until I begged him for release. From then on he concentrated on my clit. My climax was loud and transcendent.
Once I stopped shaking I helped him out of his clothes, and moaned as his cock sprung up to greet me when it was freed. He slid into me while saying how hot I was, and I think tonight he meant it literally. Griffin’s cock wasn’t bigger than my husband’s and the lack of size difference accentuated for me exactly what every woman must experience. Size isn’t unimportant and neither is skill, whatever that meant, though a woman’s sex organ isn’t her vagina or clitoris but her brain, and I’d opened my mind up to everything Griffin so much so that my orgasms with him were rapid and extraordinary. When he heard my cry and felt the tremors shaking my climaxing body he reiterated his love for me before crying out himself. We were cumming together, each of us feeding off the convulsions of the other like a sex vampire.
“Wow!” he proclaimed once he lay beside me.
“Omigod…THAT orgasm…” I said, unable to complete the thought.
His post-coital exhilaration was made evident by his cock, which was still hard in spite of semen still dribbling from its end.
“I’m not letting that go to waste,” I said as I climbed on top and gave him my very best cowgirl imitation. “Holy sweet Jesus, I’m cumming again!” I exclaimed as I shook so much the bed rapped against the wall in a loud staccato rhythm.
Between sleep and more sex it was midnight when we next got out of bed. I raided the wine fridge for a Sauvignon Blanc that was one of my favorites, and then we raided the refrigerator to put together a meal to soothe that other appetite. Griffin joked that after an expensive gourmet dinner earlier we were pigging out on cold cuts and leftovers. We talked, laughed, and I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
That’s when Griffin’s cell phone trilled. He looked at the display and muttered “Heather?” before answering it. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he asked. The rest of the conversation was mostly hers, until he said, “Come here.”
He filled me in. “According to her, when she got home there was plenty of craziness going on and she didn’t feel comfortable, so I told her to come here instead. Is that okay?”
“It’s okay, I guess. She won’t be uncomfortable being here too, will she?”
“It’s probably the lesser of the two evils, I think.”
I put on my robe and got one of Roger’s for Griffin, and though it was a little short it covered him up sufficiently to be in front of his daughter. When Heather arrived and I saw the look on her face I got Griffin’s “lesser of two evils” comment. She wasn’t too happy being here and seeing her father in such a domestic scene with a woman not her mother.
“Just how wild is it over there?” Griffin asked her. “You usually don’t get too flustered by your mother’s antics.”
“But Dad, it’s like an orgy over there. There’re four or five of the Vibe crowd at our house, and one of them has a dick!”
“And your mother is the ringleader, right?”
“Yeah, her and Roger.”
“How’s Roger doing in that estrogen universe?”
“I didn’t stick around to watch, though you know Roger,” she paused to look my way, “He’s like so good-natured and fun-loving that I bet he fits right in, even with, you know, THAT one…”
I couldn’t form an image of my husband with a t-girl, otherwise I was pleased that he seemed to be having fun in Heather’s eyes. Heather said the sofa was good enough for her so I pulled out a blanket for her before Griffin and I said goodnight and went back upstairs.
In bed he said to me, “Heather’s not prone to exaggeration, so if she calls it ‘wild’ then it must really be crazy over there.”
“If Roger’s getting what he wants, then I’m happy for him.”
“Are you getting what you want?”
I looked into his eyes and said, “Yes, and I’ll get more.”
We kissed and fondled until both of us were ready. He took me from behind as we spooned. He squeezed a breast and tweaked its nipple as he leisurely thrust into me. There was no hurry this time. As I got close he whispered in my ear that he loved me and somehow we had to be together. As if in total agreement, I moaned and came. Another orgasmic wavelet hit when I felt him ejaculate deep inside me. I knew I’d been loud enough for Heather to hear me, and I knew she wasn’t yet asleep because I heard her, though what I heard might have been light snoring instead of the crying it sounded like.
I awoke while it was still dark. Griffin was not in bed with me. I looked at the clock to see I’d been asleep for less than an hour at the same time I heard hushed voices from downstairs. I got out of bed, threw on my robe and went to the stairs. Before I stepped on one stair, the voices I heard didn’t sound like voices anymore. If I didn’t know better I’d assume that they were fucking, but that just couldn’t be. The sounds had to be something else. They had to be.
Chapter 16
Roger
I’d like to say that I saw this coming, but then I’d be lying. Call me blind, but until Jackie’s cock nestled into my ass crack I never once figured her for a tranny—she was that hot and passable.
She whispered in my ear, “Have you ever been with a girl like me?”
“No, I haven’t, but I’m sure it will be interesting.”
“Oh goodie, you’re not afraid of a little meat stick then,” she crooned.
It sure didn’t feel like a “little” stick to me, and I wasn’t yet ready to determine if I should be afraid. I turned around and we held each other, gazing into each other’s eyes like seers gazing into crystal balls. That was a good analogy since we were in our own way trying to gauge the future. For my part, the gauging was whether I would give her my virgin ass if she wanted it, and it sure seemed like that’s what she wanted. On the other hand, topping her was a foregone conclusion—I was as hard as a rock and she felt it. That’s when I realized Nadine and her friends were our audience.
“Go ahead, take it in the house,” Nadine shouted with glee. “I’m sure
you’ve got condoms, right Jackie?”
“I sure do, honey,” she said as we climbed from the pool, dried off a bit and headed into the Langmans’ house. Jackie took a couple of condom packets from a purse and waggled them at me, giving me the opportunity to appraise her body. I never was a homophobe so don’t take it wrong when I say that except for her cock she had a great body. I mean, her cock was superior too; she was hung, and then as in the pool she was semi-rigid and quite impressive. A feeling rose within me, one of seeing the result of being sexually desired that must thrill all gay men. I watched Jackie’s cock rise and that unnamed feeling rose along with my dick.
In this time of firsts I knew what I had to do. I directed her to the sofa, and on my knees between her parted legs I took her stiffening member between my lips and gave fellatio a try.
“Oh Roger baby! You’re making my heart flutter!” she gasped as I did my rookie best. Like I’d do if the roles were reversed, she grabbed my head and forced her cock deeper. I knew I’d lose the gag-reflex battle eventually but I persevered. Finally I had to stop. “Is this your first?” she asked. I apologized for gagging and told her that indeed it was my first time. “You did good, baby,” she replied, “And now because you made me soooooo hard and happy, I just have to have that magnificent ass of yours for myself.”
What was I to say to that?
She got me onto my back on the Langmans’ sofa, rolled on a condom, raised and held my legs high, and using saliva lubed up my anus for its virgin assault. I concentrated on how beautiful she was and not what was about to penetrate me. After directing me to hold my legs higher, she positioned the head of her cock at my opening and began easing it in. I saw stars! My virgin sphincter cried out and the result was a strange, radiating numbness washing over me.
“Goddamned tight!” she proclaimed as she began her thrusts, which at first were tentative (thank the Lord). By the time she was doing me in earnest my sphincter relaxed and the initial shock had subsided. Because she must have been hitting my prostate the feeling soon became pleasurable, the pleasure magnified by how I watched her move, breasts jiggle and all. And I was immensely hard again, wishing Jackie would jerk me off while she was fucking me.
That wish vanished when she hollered, “I’m gonna cum… and it’s gonna be a big one!”
“Show me,” I muttered. She pulled out and stripped off the condom in one motion before aiming for my belly and pulling the trigger. She hadn’t been kidding about it being “a big one,” as she shot rope after long rope of hot cum all over me. Of course I had to play with it.
Jackie didn’t wait. Seeing my cock hard and ready, she said, “You can go bareback. I’m sure you’re clean,” before straddling me and with more spittle impaled her asshole on my aching erection.
I wasn’t going to debate “clean” with her. I didn’t believe I was diseased but that was her decision. Barely above a whisper, I said, “It… won’t… take… me… long…”
Jackie crooned, “That’s the whole idea Roger baby. Cum all you want up inside Jackie…give her a big ol’ creampie!”
That’s what I did. I groaned and unloaded as she skillfully tensed and relaxed her sphincter to milk me dry. “How did you learn to do that?” I said with a laugh.
“Practice, baby, practice,” she replied. With me still in her she fell upon me and kissed me in maybe the wettest, tongue-deep French kiss I ever had. When she purposely rubbed her tits on my chest I popped out of her anus. “Creampie, here it comes,” she said with glee.
That was the moment we both realized we had an audience. Nadine and her friend Chloe had towels in their hands and offered them to us as the others commented on our performance. Nadine seemed to have had an attitude adjustment, perhaps because I passed some sort of a test in letting Jackie fuck me. As she used her towel to mop up Jackie’s cum and clean off my dick, she whispered, “You’re quite a man, Roger. I wish I’d known you better before.”
In its own way, what she said was another vote of confidence in what I’d set in motion by hooking Jan up with her husband.
Jackie sent another “good man” my way, but the rest of the evening would be girls’ night and I resigned myself to a spectator’s role. The Langmans’ living room became orgy central as the women—and I included Jackie in that classification—went to work on each other until the orgasmic cries began. I watched the spectacle and rubbed myself with voyeuristic delight as I pigeonholed each woman as either bisexual or solidly lesbian by the amount of interaction with Jackie. For her part Jackie seemed willing to fuck anyone who wanted it. I had a sore asshole to prove it.
One of the women, Carly left the group and came over to me. “I suppose I can’t let that hard cock go to waste,” and without another word she straddled my lap and lowered herself onto me.
I let her do the work, and she didn’t seem to mind. I whispered, “You’re very wet. I guess the god of orgasms has been good to you.”
She chuckled and said, “You mean the goddess?”
We both laughed, but the laughter was truncated as we both came together in a fit of loud moans and groans.
I‘d been too busy to realize Heather had arrived home until she hollered at her mother that it was time she “grew up.” The laser-beam look Heather gave me after that should have burned right through me, and maybe figuratively it did. Heather pulled out her phone and made a call. Would she call her father, and how would that play out since now Heather must realize he was with Jan?
After terminating the call Heather looked at me one more time before addressing Nadine. “I’ll spend the night somewhere else, maybe under a bridge,” she said, storming out before her mother had a chance to say anything.
Carolyn, who appeared to have more of a relationship with Nadine than the others asked, “What was that all about? It’s not like she doesn’t know about you… and us.”
Nadine said, “I think she’s still coming to terms with our new openness; Griffin and Jan, and Roger over here…” She stopped and laughed. She turned to me and continued, “You know Roger, that might have been a fit of jealousy. Maybe she didn’t like seeing you being so casual with us while her father is off fooling around with your wife.”
I said to Jackie, “Heather knows about you, right?” When Jackie acknowledged that she did, I said to Nadine, “Your daughter is special to me but I hope that you’re wrong. She shouldn’t be thinking of me.”
Nadine laughed. “You get it, don’t you? She’s jealous of Jan first and foremost. She told you how she feels about her father, and even at her age she’s still working through that.”
“Do you think her call was to Griffin? Could she be over at my house?”
“That’s what I was thinking.”
Chloe jumped in, “I was thinking about food.” That got a laugh out of all of us.
We pitched in for late-night delivered Chinese.
Once we had food and drink in front of us, I couldn’t help but think how strange this tableau was. Five lesbians of various shapes and ages, one t-girl with a semi-hard dick, and me with my seemingly permanent woody, lounging around the living room and filling our faces. To make the scene stranger, between mouthfuls the ladies were discussing me and Jan like I wasn’t there. The youngest and quietest of Nadine’s girlfriends, Clarice wanted to know what Jan looked like and whether or not Nadine was interested, seeing that her husband was getting his. Nadine admitted that she’d had a “taste” and described my wife to the group. Clarice perked up, clearly indicating which team she exclusively played for.
Carly piped in, “We should initiate her into the Clits.”
When they saw my puzzlement, Carolyn explained, “Besides our… ah… shared interest, I guess you haven’t realized that most of our names begin with the letter C. We used to joke around while we hung out at Vibe that more than half the ladies’ first names began with a C. Look at us here,” she said while motioning to Carly, Chloe and Clarice. She was right, the fact slipped by me.
I chuckled and said
, “I missed that, and I do believe ‘Clits’ is better than ‘Cunts’ if you ask me.”
Jackie laughed and then said, “What about Cunts with Cocks?” While I worked my chopsticks through some fried rice, she’d walked up to me and thrust her cockhead into my face. “You know something, Roger,” she said, “I think you liked my big egg roll.”
I froze in surprise. The circumcised head was right there, inches from my lips. The women began hooting and hollering for action. That’s when Nadine and Carly stepped forward with Nadine saying, “Jackie, give Roger a break. He’s been a good sport, and I’m sure his virgin ass is still hurting even if he’s not letting on. We’ll take care of things.”
“Things” in this case were two rigid cocks. “Care” was sitting Jackie down next to me and Carly going down on her while Nadine knelt in front of me and took hold of my throbbing cock.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Carly as she amazingly took Jackie deep into her throat. Nadine said, “I can do that too, Roger. Griffin always loves it.” She took me as deeply as her friend took Jackie. Yes, she was good. I moaned but Jackie was moaning louder. I knew she was getting close when she turned her face toward me and parted her lips with her tongue. All the women here were pretty but Jackie was the prettiest. My hands reached down to caress Nadine’s tits as she blew me, at the same time Jackie reached her lips to mine and we kissed. Even as our tongues twirled a low keening sound began in Jackie’s throat, and as it grew it vibrated both of our mouths.
Nadine and Carly were sucking us at a faster pace as the vibrato in Jackie’s throat became a growl. She was cumming, and she wasn’t alone.
Nadine exclaimed, almost sounding like she was gargling, “Omigod! Roger! That was some load!” Jackie must have shot a good load too, since both Carly and Nadine had white rivers flowing across their lips and down their chins.
It wasn’t surprising that the other three were writhing on the floor in their own version of a daisy chain while Jackie and I were serviced. With gleeful laughs Carly and Nadine joined their friends, cum-coated lips and all. Jackie said to me,
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