watching january

by Kamilla Murphy

“That’s nice to know, sweetheart. Now get out of here,” he said with a chuckle. “You’ve always been gorgeous, and now, Mommy, you’re even more so.”

  Our kiss was chaste although I felt the underlying heat and it fueled my regrets. Roger still loved me and I, him. But the die had been cast on our futures and there was no going back.

  Chapter 42

  Roger

  The phrase ‘mixed emotions’ took on an entirely new meaning after I discovered Jan was pregnant. My naïve vision of an open marriage proved to be nothing more than a delusion. I’d confessed my loneliness to Jan, but what did I expect her to do? Run back into my arms and my bed?

  For two weeks I fell into a routine I loathed. I went to work, came home, mindlessly cooked a meal (often something frozen that contradicted the word ‘cooked’) and watched TV or read. Afterwards I slept alone. With no one in bed with me, and being loathe to think of paying for the privilege, I jerked off. Sometimes my mind’s ‘lover’ was Jan, and at other times it was Heather. Once it was Scarlet Johansson. Go figure.

  Nadine called me one Saturday, and after berating me for not visiting invited me to Vibe. “You may not want to show it but I know how lonely you must feel. You need a night out with us girls to cheer yourself up.”

  “Which ‘girls’ are we talking about?”

  “All the Clits, of course. And maybe a surprise or two.”

  “One of those surprises wouldn’t be Jackie, would it?”

  “You’ll just have to say yes and find out.” Before I had a chance to say no she told me the time and that she and Carolyn would pick me up. I had a date but no idea (except for my previous experiences at the club) as to what I was getting myself into except that I wouldn’t be spending a Saturday night alone.

  Carolyn and Nadine seemed so pleased to see me my cynical mind figured it was a setup somehow. They could’ve been planning anything—a surprise from another t-girl with a foot-long unit, or maybe Jackie and Angel ready to double-team me? They remained close-mouthed as we drove to the club.

  What did happen was indeed a surprise, but it was nothing like what my imagination conjured. It wasn’t my birthday, however the way they greeted me was that festive. Once we were there I was handed a flute of champagne and received a rousing, though off-key chorus of “For He’s a Jolly Good Fellow.”

  “What did I do?” I asked, quite perplexed by the reception.

  Nadine faced me and said, “This get-together is our way,” motioning to include Carolyn, “to invite you to our wedding and to ask that you be a witness… we can’t really call it the “best man” role since that wouldn’t be right.” Several women laughed. “We would not consider anyone else since you’re the one who made it all happen.” Everyone cheered.

  “I’m honored,” I said, “but I don’t think I did anything special. You two were destined to be together anyway.”

  “You’re being too modest, Roger,” Carolyn said. “Your sacrifice made four people very happy.”

  Nadine added, “I’ve never seen Griffin as happy as he is now, especially knowing he’s going to be a dad again.”

  Carly took my arm—thankfully not the one holding the champagne—and said, “Enough of this blather, let’s party!”

  A corner section of the main club was decorated and set aside for us. Carly guided me around to see who had come out for what looked like my party. No surprise that along with Carly all the Clits were there. The surprise was the woman on Clarice’s sexy arm.

  “Mary-Clair! Now this is a surprise,” I exclaimed.

  “Why would I miss this?” she said with that special twinkle in her eye. She excused herself from Clarice and took me aside. “Before you ask, yes, I’m here with Clarice.”

  “I thought…”

  “Yeah, I’ve never leaned that way, until I met Clarice here the last time. You never knew she cornered me in the ladies’ room, and let’s say she made a compelling argument.”

  “In other words she seduced you.”

  “She gave me her number and I called a few days later. After you and I made love I was feeling as horny as I’d felt in ages. We came here and danced for the longest time before going to her place for the rest of the night. She’s so beautiful, and she can certainly make a woman swoon, even a straight one. I was late for work the following morning.”

  As she spoke I glanced at Clarice and received a sexy smile in return. I doubted very much she was thinking of a threesome so I chalked it up to simply her happiness in being introduced to Mary-Clair. “I admit you look energized. Do you think it’s experimentation or are you a changed woman?”

  “You know I’m pretty open-minded, but maybe an old dog can learn new tricks.” She kissed me on the cheek and added, “Thank you for introducing me… to this,” indicating the Vibe scene, and indirectly Clarice.

  The Clits who like Carly were bisexual took turns pulling me onto the dance floor. They all maintained solid body contact while dancing. There might have been a time when I would’ve been self-conscious about an erection, but that time was well past. Carly was welded to my body as we danced, and basically dry humped me.

  “I know you’re not hard only for me Roger dear, but I’m as hot and wet as I ever get and I want you now.”

  She had it planned all along. The big-titted hostess I’d seen on previous visits to the club suddenly materialized with a key in her hand, beckoning Carly and me to follow. The three of us went upstairs to the orgy room (as I thought of it) and no sooner were we inside the now-unlocked door then both women were out of their party dresses and busy undressing me.

  The hostess told me she heard all about my “prowess” though the word’s meaning was a bit fuzzy to me. I guess it meant a hard and long-lasting cock based on her reaction.

  They put me on my back, lost their bras and thongs, and straddled me, one on my face and the other impaled on my cock. Carly’s wet pussy on my face didn’t allow me to see much, but occasionally I’d catch a glimpse of the other woman’s giant tits bouncing along with her. I sensed more than saw that the women were kissing each other as their pace grew frantic. I kept my tongue busy. My cock needed no similar urging. It was going along for the ride.

  I didn’t have to hear Carly to know she was climaxing; I got a face wash of pussy juice. The hostess made all the noise anyway, screaming out that she was cumming just as I relaxed and let myself go. Our orgasmic spasms meshed nicely. In post-coital glee I thought about the whole ‘prowess’ thing and inwardly laughed; after all, I hadn’t done much to get them off beyond simply being there. Women! They talk about being objectivized but who was the sex object now? I should have been happy but the thought that I’d just been substituted for a vibrator dampened the sex for me. Then I thought of Heather, wishing she was here with me.

  We returned to the dance floor to hoots and catcalls. There were no secrets here, so of course they all knew what we’d done.

  I was given a champagne refill and sat amongst the Clits and partners, like Mary-Clair, who weren’t dancing. As they chatted I got the chance to survey the room and notice some of the interaction nuances. Unlike my experience with man-woman couples, these lesbian and bi women didn’t often do things in pairs. I noticed that although we were a group partying away from the other patrons, women would approach one or more of our group and make obvious propositions. Clarice was quite popular in that regard, as she should be. Bless her that she declined and remained with Mary-Clair. The older woman deserved that.

  The upstairs room use was more intimate tonight. Like with me, small twos and threes went up separately and had their fun. When Clarice, Mary-Clair and Chloe went up, I wished I could follow and watch.

  Nadine read my mind. “Let’s go, Rog. They won’t mind at all.” She took my hand and we followed the threesome up the stairs.

  We sat against one wall and watched. Clarice was so amazingly gorgeous that once more I had the typical male response that her sexuality was a waste, as if only a man deserved to be with such beauty. Clarice
and Chloe serviced Mary-Clair satisfactorily based on the amount of noise she made. Then they lavished their attention on Clarice. I was particularly interested in seeing Mary-Clair’s newly learned technique in play as she licked the younger woman’s pussy.

  Nadine whispered, “I know men get off watching gals having sex, but women like me are probably the only ones who truly understand how glorious that is.” Clarice orgasmed loudly while finger-fucked Mary-Clair followed right behind her.

  I whispered back to Nadine, “I’m a bit jealous she didn’t make as much noise when we did it. I’m sure you’re right about men not understanding, though it doesn’t change my reaction.” I pointed to my tented slacks.

  For her turn, she whispered, “You know my skill… I can take care of that. It’s your night so you can simply enjoy the show.”

  She undid my pants and pulled them down. My cock sprung upwards when released and she wasted no time taking hold and going down on me. I watched three naked women from three different generations fulfill each other’s needs with fingers, tongues and lips as Nadine teased me with her lips and tongue. When Clarice screamed “OH MY GOD… you hit the right spot!” Nadine picked up her pace. Perhaps it was Clarice’s declaration that did it, or perhaps it was my finger working at her clit, nonetheless her faster pace pushed me over the edge.

  “I’m cumming” I uttered, halfway between a groan and a whisper.

  In a few seconds Nadine looked up at me with semen all over her lips and smiled. “That’s a gift from me and Carolyn.”

  Can a man ever get too many of those kinds of gifts?

  Eventually the five of us dressed and returned downstairs. As things wound down and several of the women slipped out in pairs or trios heading to someone’s home and bed, Nadine, Carolyn and I said our goodbyes to the remaining group, which included Mary-Clair. I wondered who she’d be sleeping with if anyone, since she was on Chloe’s arm and not Clarice’s.

  One thing I did know. I’d be sleeping alone.

  After that night not much that was exciting happened in my life for a while. In spite of the many invitations I hated visiting the Langmans since seeing Jan and her growing belly hurt more than I ever thought it would.

  Coming home from work to an empty house was so much the norm I didn’t notice the shoe at the bottom of the stairs. I picked it up, recognizing that it wasn’t one of Jan’s, at least while she lived here. That’s when I saw its mate a few stairs up. I ascended in curiosity, and that’s when I saw the skirt. A few more stairs upward and there was a blouse. The bra was now plainly visible, and at the top of the stairs, like icing on a cake was a pair of silky blue bikini panties. I may not have recognized the shoes, but I was intimately familiar with those panties.

  She was lying on my bed. Her head was propped up by several pillows, her long hair splayed out exquisitely. Her legs were spread a little and her knees were raised enough for the pose to be provocative and not lewd.

  “I wondered when you’d be home,” she said with a hint of her usual sexy good humor.

  “I didn’t know you were home from school.”

  “I’m on a little break, and I thought I’d visit the special man in my life.”

  “Am I? Special?”

  “More so every day,” she answered while spreading her legs a bit more.

  “Oh my God!” I exclaimed when I saw what I should’ve seen right away. I jumped onto the bed next to her and held her tight as I rubbed her belly. “How far along are you?”

  She said between sobs, “I love you so much Roger. More than I’ve ever told you. I dreaded having you ask the question most men would ask. You proved to be all the man I want and then some.”

  “I’m not comfortable being on some sort of pedestal but you had no reason to dread anything. You wouldn’t be here in my bed if it was anyone else’s.”

  “Kiss me and make love to me,” she pleaded.

  I think my lips and tongue covered every square inch of the front of her luscious body, beginning at her mouth and ending the journey at her pussy but not before detouring to her toes. Throughout she kept up a running monologue, directing me to certain places, congratulating me when I got there, and exulting in the result. After I satisfied her hungry little pink pearl of a clit I spent some time kissing and caressing her belly, letting my imagination wander to a future when I was holding hands with my child—our child.

  She begged some more until I settled on my knees between her legs and entered her slowly. I willed myself not to cum though her hot and wet vagina worked against me. I wanted to give her the best orgasm I could.

  Her heretofore closed eyes bolted open and met mine at the same time she began to quiver and groan. My will could only control things for so long. I felt the first ejaculatory spasm like it was an electric shock at the same time Heather screamed out in convulsing bliss.

  Later, as we lay in each other’s loving arms, I said, “You will marry me, won’t you?”

  Epilogue

  Heather

  Everything was happening so fast, but rather than being troubling the time went by like a thrill ride at an amusement park. My parent’s divorce was granted faster than I thought it would. At the same time Roger and Jan began their legal proceedings. On the day of my mother’s wedding Jan was so big we all figured she’d go early and spoil everything. She promised she wouldn’t and that had us all laughing, as if she had a say in the matter.

  I was showing pretty well myself. I had to holler at Roger since he was always touching my belly like maybe he was assuring himself it was real, and that didn’t change as we gathered around my Mom and Carolyn. When for the umpteenth time I told him to leave my distended belly alone he simply laughed and went back to the business at hand—handling the rings for the ceremony.

  I was lost in my own thoughts as the JP said his “…by the power vested in me by the state…” nonsense. What began on that crazy day when Jan and Roger visited our house and hung out at poolside (I wouldn’t know until later all that had gone on that day and afterward) led us to this day, one that certainly was the best day of my mother’s life.

  Jan and Dad were having a boy. They had names picked out but even now they hadn’t settled on one. Roger and I on the other hand were having a girl. Although my due date was still a ways away, we’d settled on a name—a month of the year that wouldn’t be January. Our daughter would be June. I liked that month, and that was reason enough for me.

  I’d taken a leave from school and moved in with Roger, my future husband. He promised me he’d do everything in his power to help me finish and get my degree. Even babysit! He really was a special man, and although I still get twinges of jealousy when I think of Jan with my dad, I’m happy that she freed up her husband so I could get to know the real Roger.

  At the small wedding reception afterward he patted my belly again and asked, “How’s June doing?”

  “She’s doing well, sweetheart, and at times when I forget she’s there she reminds me with a little kick.” I tolerated more belly rubbing as he grinned and said he couldn’t wait to be watching June play.

  Much better than watching January, I thought.

  Kamilla Murphy, author of “Sailing to Ecstasy,” “Invisible Wounds” and “She’s Got the Itch,” is a professional, wife, and mother of two teens, living in Massachusetts.

  She’s busy writing her next novel.

  Table of Contents

  Copyright

  Chapter 1 Jan

  Chapter 2 Roger

  Chapter 3 Jan

  Chapter 4 Roger

  Chapter 5 Jan

  Chapter 6 Roger

  Chapter 7 Jan

  Chapter 8 Roger

  Chapter 9 Jan

  Chapter 10 Roger

  Chapter 11 Jan

  Chapter 12 Roger

  Chapter 13 Jan

  Chapter 14 Roger

  Chapter 15 Jan

  Chapter 16 Roger

  Chapter 17 Jan

  Chapter 18 Roger

  Ch
apter 19 Jan

  Chapter 20 Roger

  Chapter 21 Jan

  Chapter 22 Roger

  Chapter 23 Jan

  Chapter 24 Roger

  Chapter 25 Jan

  Chapter 26 Roger

  Chapter 27 Jan

  Chapter 28 Roger

  Chapter 29 Jan

  Chapter 30 Roger

  Chapter 31 Jan

  Chapter 32 Roger

  Chapter 33 Jan

  Chapter 34 Roger

  Chapter 35 Jan

  Chapter 36 Roger

  Chapter 37 Jan

  Chapter 38 Roger

  Chapter 39 Jan

  Chapter 40 Roger

  Chapter 41 Jan

  Chapter 42 Roger

  Epilogue