“Do you know where they went?” she asked me.
“No I don’t. Does it matter?”
“No, I guess not.”
“I’m sure we’ll hear all about it.”
Nadine looked pensive for a moment, and then she brightened once more. “We had fun yesterday, didn’t we?”
“I enjoyed the golf, especially playing with you gals.”
“Carolyn and Chloe both said they enjoyed playing with you. You’re a good sport, Roger. You don’t act like other men would around us.”
“Does that make me a ‘metrosexual’ or some such category?”
“Just makes you the most unique man I’ve ever known.” She set my brunch plate before me and as she sat down to eat said, “I wanted to hate you so much for starting it, but I can’t. Carolyn says you’re doing it for me too, so we could be together. Is that right?”
The “we” in her sentence was her and Carolyn. Between luscious bites I told her she was correct. “Honestly I was only thinking about Jan and me when I set the wheels in motion. Then I saw you with your friends, especially Carolyn and I knew we were making the right moves. Do you love Carolyn?”
“More than you know,” she answered.
“Have you spoken to your husband about that, I mean recently?”
“A little, but he has been distracted lately.”
“Yeah, and I know by whom.” After we ate more of our food I said, “Do you know that Griffin has declared he wants to ‘wake up next to’ my wife?” using my fingers for air quotes.
“Not in so many words, but yes, I know what he wants.”
“What about you? What do you want? Wouldn’t you want to wake up next to Carolyn more often?”
“Y…yes,” she muttered, almost like she stifled a sob. I finished my brunch, thanked and complimented her, and sipped more of my Bloody Mary before she said anything more on the topic at hand. “Oh Roger, do you think we can ever live like that without all the bullshit?”
“By bullshit, I think you mean divorces and such. I always thought we could. If I didn’t I never would have made that first suggestion.”
“What about you? You’ll be sort of left out.”
I chuckled. “I’d be left out anyway since I know Jan would leave me eventually. At least now I can watch all the glories of new love blossom around me. That’s not being left out.”
Now she chuckled. “Come to think of it the Vibe ‘C’s’ love you and wouldn’t stand for you being left out.”
I wasn’t thinking of Chloe or Carly or Candy or Clarice, or even Jackie for that matter. I was thinking of Heather. “It’s good to be loved,” I said, and then added, “Griffin still loves you. Like I still love Jan.”
“And I love Carolyn, and love Griffin… and Chloe… and… oh fuck, do you really think this will work out?”
“It’s up to us to make it work, Nadine.”
As I once more praised her for her cooking skills and a great brunch, Heather came downstairs, still groggy from sleep and only partially clothed. She clearly didn’t expect company and was momentarily flummoxed.
I smiled and said, “Don’t pick now to be shy, young lady. I have seen you naked before.” She smiled as I watched her beautiful tits redden in embarrassment.
“Yes you have, but that’s no excuse for me to be walking around the house like this. Mom, whatever you guys had smells so good. Can you make me some while I take a quick shower and get dressed?” Nadine agreed. Heather kissed me on the cheek and whispered, “You can do more than look at them later if you want.”
I wanted!
“She’s a fantastic young woman. You should be proud,” I said to Nadine after Heather left us.
“We are. To think that in a couple of weeks she’ll be starting college.”
“That’s one more reason to settle our relationships soon.”
“I’m not blind,” she said suddenly. “I saw how you two looked at each other. All I ask is that you don’t screw up her dreams.”
“I’d never do that,” I said, thinking she also may have meant her own dreams.
Chapter 29
Jan
This day will live forever within me. If I doubted my feelings for Griffin were real love then today all doubt was removed. We drove into the city and right to a place I’d always wanted to try but never did. DeSantori’s was an elegant restaurant high up in one of the city’s taller buildings.
“Their Sunday brunch is to die for,” he said.
He wasn’t exaggerating. I’m pretty much a down-to-earth gal so the idea of a menu without prices was intimidating. Griffin told me three times not to worry about the cost when I enquired about one dish or another.
“Real truffles?” I exclaimed when I saw a prosciutto and truffle omelet listed.
“Of course. Why don’t you order that if it intrigues you so?”
I did.
I’m not a wine snob either but I knew enough to tell that the champagne that flowed freely was an expensive treat.
I might have been put off by the extravagance if it seemed that Griffin was showing off. Instead he was acknowledging that he had the financial means and wanted to make me happy. I didn’t die from the to-die-for meal but it did make me swoon a few times.
I’d worn a summer dress that was a bit short, better to show off my otherwise petite legs. During our brunch he surreptitiously slipped a hand under the table and caressed my nearest thigh. I whispered to him, “You don’t need to do that to make me horny. I think I’m already dripping for you.”
He whispered back, “I wish I could find out right now.”
“They’ll be time for that later.” Damned straight there would be!
As we left the restaurant I held on to him tightly, both because I was a bit tipsy from the champagne as well as that’s what a woman did with her man. Our next destination was the Museum of Fine Art. I hadn’t been there in years, mostly because Roger liked the big new Science Museum across town. Griffin knew it like the back of his hand, admitting that he loved the place even if Nadine thought the museum boring and pretentious.
He had a keen eye for art and took the time to educate me a little without any condescension. I wasn’t ignorant of fine art, knowing some of the masters, yet he knew more about a good many artists I’d never heard of that gave me new appreciation, especially being a romantic. I saw the love flow from him as he explained nuances of Post-Cubist works that otherwise would have baffled me.
“I’m happy you brought me here,” I said. “I love you, Griffin.”
Was it gauche to kiss in an art museum standing in from of a Léger? I kept waiting for someone to approach us and tell us to get a room.
Our next destination was the marina. “You don’t have a boat, do you?” I asked.
“No. An old legal mentor of mine has one though, and he’s going to give us a private sea tour of the harbor.”
“How did you arrange all this?”
“For the new love of my life I’d do anything.”
I had no ready answer to that. “Let’s swing by my house first so I can get a bathing suit.”
His mentor turned out to be one of the most notorious defense attorneys on the East Coast; ‘notorious’ because he often defended high-profile lowlifes such as mobsters and embezzling CEOs. He so obviously undressed me with his eyes as he welcomed us aboard, saying “Call me Teddy” though that wasn’t close to his given name. Teddy was at least seventy, although except for the wavy gray hair (on his head and on his chest) his Speedo-clad, well-tanned body didn’t appear any older than forty-five. His arm candy was younger. Her name was Melinda (“Call me Mel”) and her thong bikini was only a few fibers more than naked. Her enhanced breasts rivaled Nadine’s but I thought that Nadine would still be the winner of the huge melon contest by a good margin. Griffin was too preoccupied showing me off to care about Mel’s assets. He gave Teddy a condensed version of our relationship after explaining to me how he met Teddy and the mentoring the older man provided early in
Griffin’s law career. I swear that when the conversation centered on me, and tangentially Roger’s idea of an open marriage, the bulge in front of Teddy’s swim briefs swelled noticeably.
“Let’s go for a ride,” Teddy declared with a flourish before giving us directions on untying us and climbing the small ladder to take the helm. I knew nothing about boats so I asked our host lots of questions as he guided us out into the bay. Every time he glanced my way I knew he was still undressing me in his head. Somehow I also knew that once I was wearing only a bikini he would recommend us women go topless. It was as inevitable as the tides. We were sitting behind him on the top deck he called a “fly bridge.” He told us his boat The Legal Loophole was a 54-footer and said that later he’d give us a tour of “below.” Like I said, I knew nothing about boats but this one was probably on the cusp of being called a yacht. It had an exposed seating area in back (the bow?) and a long, flat deck surface in front of the glassed-in cabin that probably was perfect for sunbathing.
Like he read my mind Teddy suggested that Mel take me below so I could put on my bikini. “Watch your step, lovely lady,” he said with a wink. “In the meantime Griff and I have some catching up to do.”
Mel and I climbed down from the flying bridge and went into the enclosed cabin. I was surprised that there was another control bridge there. “For when the weather sucks,” Mel explained. I figured there was more to it but dropped the subject. She led me down a small stairwell to the main cabin area below decks where she’d earlier stowed my bag with my bikini in it. She pointed to what must be the master bed and said I could change there.
I waited for her to leave and give me some privacy but she didn’t. I gave up and pulled my sundress up and off while she nonchalantly sat on the other side of the bed and watched me. As I replaced my bra and panties with my bikini, Mel said, “You have a nice body, Jan. You know Teddy’s gonna want something when we’re out in the deep water.”
“Well, he can ‘want something’ all he wants but he’s not going to get it.”
“He can be very persuasive.”
I shook my head but didn’t otherwise answer. She stood, walked to me and said, “I can be persuasive too,” as she placed a hand gently on one of my ass cheeks. Her hand was warm.
She was very pretty. Her tits were proudly right there in front of me. I thought about Teddy’s stirring bulge earlier and damned if I didn’t get a stirring tingle of my own. What the hell has my husband done to me?
By the time we emerged topside and climbed back up to the flying bridge the water was much choppier and the boat dipped and rocked a bit more than I could take and told our host of my discomfort. His eyes were already glued to my body when he answered, “You can lie down on the bed below if you feel nauseous. The rocking is worse up here.”
Mel giggled and said, “But the bed can rock pretty good too.”
“When you and I are on it,” he said with his own chuckle. However, he was looking at me and not Mel when he said it.
How much of the body language and innuendo Griffin was picking up was anyone’s guess, since he maintained the emotionless, blank expression every lawyer must learn in law school. Nonetheless he had to know of his old mentor’s sexual peccadilloes. Men talk about such things, don’t they?
Mel broke the spell by asking, “Where are we going, sweet-ums? To that island like last time?”
Teddy answered, “That might not be a bad idea with the water so choppy. Why don’t you ladies get some sun while I cruise the bay and get caught up with Griff.”
Mel wasn’t shy in losing her top as she spread a large beach blanket on the stern deck (See, I was learning!) Both men were looking as I too removed my top. I lay down on my back next to Mel. She produced a bottle of sunscreen and asked if I wanted some. I agreed and she began spreading the liquid over my chest, stomach and legs. “You have very sensitive nipples like me,” she declared before saying, “It’s my turn.” I got the ‘sensitive nipples’ comment because as soon as I spread sunscreen on her breasts and touched her nipples she moaned and grabbed my hand. “Keep it there, yes!” she crooned.
Eventually I got to spread sunscreen on other parts of her body.
I was a bit nervous for a while since the boat’s rocking and rolling motions had me imagining bouncing and sliding right off the deck. Mel sensed my nervousness and reminded me the little guard rail around where we were lying was enough to protect us. “If it gets crazier we’ll go out back.”
We turned over and repeated the sunscreen-application process. Since Mel was wearing a thong I had to rub some on her ass cheeks, and I guessed they were sensitive too based on her squirming and her soft moans. Mel met my eyes and whispered, “Have you ever been with a woman?”
“Yes I have, but please don’t proposition me, especially in front of Griffin.”
“He can watch. Teddy does all the time.”
“I’m sure he gets off on that, but let’s drop it and simply relax, okay?”
She gave me an honest-to-goodness little-girl pout. I ignored her and soaked up the sun. I couldn’t ignore her any longer when she loudly fingered herself to orgasm right next to me. I was sure she hadn’t planned it that way but seeing and hearing her had an effect on me. My clit tingled as my pussy grew damp.
I would’ve masturbated too if Griffin didn’t take that moment to holler down to me. “Teddy says we’re close to the island. You want to come up here and watch?”
Her therapeutic climax accomplished, Mel stood and made her way around the cabin to the back of the boat. I grabbed my top off the deck and followed her. Looking around, one thing I didn’t see was an island. We were surrounded by water and nothing else. When I got to the top of the ladder to the flying bridge I said, “What island?”
Teddy laughed and answered, “It’s right in front of us, trust me. When it’s in view I’ll shout ‘land ho’ or something like in the old pirate movies if that makes you feel better.” His eyes were devouring me when he added, “I know what would make ME feel better.”
“Keep it in your pants, old friend,” Griffin said light-heartedly, although I detected a slight belligerence, like a dangerous sandbar hidden just below the water’s surface.
“The big guy’s got a mind of his own, you know that,” Teddy said as he grabbed his bulge. It was a formidable bulge I must admit.
Griffin spotted the speck on the horizon first and jokingly shouted “land ahoy,” which got us all laughing. Teddy explained that the island wasn’t one we could moor at or anchor close to but it’s leeward side was as “calm as a baby’s butt,” which made no sense at all but I didn’t comment. According to him, it was an ideal place to “park” and do some swimming.
“It’s not much but it is an interesting place. We could swim over and I could give you a tour, if you like birds that is. There are a shitload of birds on that island. Every fucking color of the rainbow.”
Mel had joined us up top. Griffin couldn’t help himself, checking out the younger woman’s tits as they jiggled ahead of her. Oblivious (or maybe not), she said, “I like to swim over naked and walk around the island like I was Eve in the garden.”
“That’s the truth,” Teddy said. “And I take a bite out of that apple every time.”
Mel turned her attention to Griffin and asked if we would swim over. “Maybe we can all play Garden of Eden.” Considering her earlier proposition, I wondered if she and Teddy had brought other couples out here to “play.” Griffin’s expression hinted that he was thinking the same thing.
The island slowly became more than a speck as we approached. Teddy guided the boat around the island before slowing and stopping in what I assumed was the best anchoring spot. Griffin had already gone down to drop the anchor, leaving me on the flying bridge with Teddy and Mel. Teddy brushed against me as he got out of the captain’s chair and went to the ladder. He whispered so only I could hear, “You’re an amazing hardbody, Jan. I’m thinking that Griffin’s not enough man to keep you satisfied. I am.”
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I sort of pushed him away from my personal space he invaded so crudely, shaking my head at the same time. I knew I’d have choice words for him later. It was inevitable.
Teddy went below and brought up a cooler full of beer and a hamper of bread, cold cuts and condiments. In the bow’s seating area we had a picnic, constructing and eating sandwiches with gusto while swilling beer like the thirsty seafarers we were. Teddy told stories about things he’d seen out in the bay and some of the crazy people he’d run into. He talked about meeting Mel at a marina function and the first time she’d gone out with him.
“I knew of another island farther north, one I figured to be uninhabited since it was late in the season.”
Mel piped in, “Yeah, he drove the boat pretty close to a sandy beach and we swum over there. It wasn’t until we were fucking that the other couples scared us.”
Teddy chuckled, “I think we scared them more than they scared us. They didn’t know what to do. I mean, the guys tented their shorts while the ladies acted like they were degraded somehow.” He laughed again and added, “Though one of the women slid her hand into her shorts. She liked what she saw, though she probably wouldn’t admit it to herself.”
Griffin said with a laugh, “I hope you got to finish.”
Mel licked her lips and said, “I’d already came a few times already but Teddy baby had to wait until they were gone to finish.”
“Yeah, you should’ve seen the looks on the women’s faces when I pulled out and they saw my slick hard-on pointing at them.”
“Whether they were husbands or boyfriends I think they were a bit intimidated,” Mel said with another chuckle.
“What was said? Did they comment, or turn belligerent or anything like that?” I enquired.
“No,” Teddy said. “They were probably too embarrassed or maybe a little jealous to say much, or maybe Mel’s right. Maybe they were intimidated.” I asked if their sudden presence bothered the couple at all. Teddy laughed and said the only thing that bothered him was the interruption itself. “They were trespassers like us so that wasn’t an issue. At least my coitus interruptus was later rectified.”
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