‘Oh. Both of us?’ I breathed an actual sigh of relief, knowing I wouldn’t be alone with Mavis.
But then my boss said, ‘Yeah, I’ve got a conference call in five minutes, but I’ll be in to help after that.’
‘Oh. Can’t I wait for you?’
‘Why? What are you working on?’
I shifted some papers around my desk, but I could never lie to my boss. He was such a nice guy. So I said, ‘Nothing. I’ll go now.’
My heart hammered my ribs as I walked the long hallway towards Mavis’s office. I was nervous as hell, my stomach full of butterflies, but I was also excited to see her. Strange pairing of emotions.
Her door was open, but I knocked anyway.
She was kneeling on the floor among stacks of papers and binders and boxes and files. When she saw me, she smiled. She had on this burgundy lipstick and these silver earrings and she just looked so good my knees gave out.
I joined her on the carpet. ‘What are we doing?’
‘Oh, whoever had this job before me left these files in an awful state. They need to be sorted by date, by project, by client, then re-categorised and refiled. It’s an absolute nightmare.’
‘Well, thank you for inviting me into it,’ I said.
She smirked, but in a way that made me feel like she didn’t know what I was talking about. Maybe she’d asked my boss for help without knowing he’d send me. Anyway, his conference call was cancelled, so he joined us sooner than expected. He and Mavis got on like a house on fire, so they were easy to be around. I just faded into the background until he said, ‘Let’s break for lunch.’
My knees were tragically locked from kneeling for so long, and everyone laughed when I tried to stand, then fell into Mavis’s chair. My boss left and closed the door behind him, and my heart hammered even worse than before because now we were alone in an enclosed space. Anything could happen.
‘I should have apologised,’ Mavis said. ‘For … you know.’
‘Calling me a racist homophobe?’
She chuckled. ‘Well, one or the other. I didn’t necessarily think you were both.’
‘Thaaaanks.’
Oh, those burgundy lips! And I thought they looked good pink! Burgundy, they looked juicy and delicious, like the cherries in a black forest cake.
I had to leave. Had to. Or I’d have done something stupid.
That night, I told Warren about Mavis. I felt guilty, like something had happened between us when obviously nothing had. We were co-workers. That’s all. She’d never expressed any interest in me, sexually or romantically or anything like that. But I still felt ferociously ashamed.
He wasn’t weirded out by it. Not a bit. I guess he’d seen me crush on a wide assortment of people over the years. All he said was, ‘She sounds great. Invite her over some time.’
So I did.
I used to be bold, but with Mavis I felt like this was the first time I’d ever asked someone back to my place. I couldn’t even bring myself to do it in the office, so I camped out by her car in the underground lot.
When she saw me, she screamed.
‘Sorry!’ I said. ‘I’m not a psycho killer, I promise.’
‘Oh, good. Well, as long as you promise …’
‘Sorry.’
‘You’ve been avoiding me again.’
‘I know! I’m sorry. I wanted to invite you over.’
She opened her back door and tossed a load of files in there. ‘I was going to spend the evening catching up, but I’ve worked hard today. A bit of social time might be just the thing.’
I actually hadn’t meant to invite her over right that second, but I couldn’t correct myself.
‘Did you want to give me directions, or …?’
‘Oh,’ I said. ‘Well, normally I’d take the subway home. So why don’t I come with you, if you’re coming home with me?’
Warren didn’t know she was coming. And I hadn’t mentioned him to Mavis. I’d just let her think … I don’t know what. That I was single?
The whole way home I kept tugging on my skirt and yanking at the seat belt. I couldn’t get comfortable. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted all sorts of things. But I really didn’t think it would happen so soon.
When we walked through the door, Warren was in the kitchen. He stood very straight and Mavis stopped short and they both said, ‘Oh. Hello.’
Warren said, ‘Clara, I didn’t know you were bringing anyone home.’
‘I didn’t know you had housemates,’ Mavis said.
‘I don’t,’ I told her, though I couldn’t say where the words were coming from. My brain felt like it was floating above me somewhere. ‘Warren is my … not husband, but sort of … like that.’
I’d never liked the term boyfriend for him. He was too old and sophisticated to be anyone’s boyfriend. But we weren’t technically married, so he wasn’t technically my husband.
‘Oh,’ Mavis said. ‘I didn’t realise.’
Warren offered her a drink and first she said she should probably go, but then she changed her mind. Warren had already started prepping dinner, and he kept at it while Mavis and I sat at the table, gripping the stems of our wine glasses.
Alcohol helped.
I told her how long Warren and I had been together. I told her what my life had been like before he came along, and how it changed after he was in it. Warren didn’t have much to say, but he was listening the whole time, so he obviously didn’t object.
‘You have an open relationship?’ Mavis confirmed, glancing at Warren. ‘But only when you’re together?’
‘Technically, we’re both allowed to have sex with other people,’ I told her. ‘But it’s only ever been me. Warren keeps an eye on things.’
‘I bet he does,’ Mavis said, and took another swig of wine. ‘Tell me, Warren, what are you fixing for dinner over there?’
‘Oh, just a pasta dish,’ he said, offhandedly. ‘Portobello mushrooms, a very unassuming wine sauce. Will you be staying?’
Mavis straightened up and smiled widely. ‘You know, I think I will.’
Something had shifted, and I couldn’t tell what it was just yet. Mavis always seemed self-assured, but especially so now.
She sat at our kitchen table with her shoulders proudly squared, and she asked, ‘Has anybody refused to partake of your love with Warren in the room?’
Warren blushed noticeably, then turned back to the stove. I said, ‘It happened once, with a girl who didn’t want to put on a lesbian sex show for Warren’s oppressive male gaze.’
Mavis leaned back and laughed loudly. ‘Had this girl ever met that man?’
‘No. She didn’t want to meet him.’
‘I doubt he could oppress someone if he tried,’ Mavis went on.
Warren conceded, ‘I really couldn’t – even if I tried.’
Mavis raised her glass. ‘I love this guy!’
‘Yeah,’ I said, and clinked a salute. ‘Me too.’
As we ate dinner, the shift became more obvious. Instead of doting on me, she moved her chair nearer to Warren’s. It was so weird, watching this lesbian flirt with my husbandish guy.
Yes, she was flirting!
Wait – was she a lesbian?
I’d assumed she was because of the hair and the ex-girlfriend, but people assumed I was straight because of the skirts and whole living-with-a-man situation. And I was far from straight.
Maybe Mavis was far from lesbian.
I poured another glass of red and watched Mavis gently touch her fingers to Warren’s forearm. She laughed confidently, and he looked towards me, like he was making sure it was OK. I smiled – meekly, no doubt – and he took that as a go-ahead.
‘Have you ever considered switching things up a bit?’ Mavis asked.
‘Switching things up how?’ Warren replied.
She looked to me. ‘Well, you said your man’s always the one left watching while you take other people to bed.’
‘Yes,’ I said, rather sharply. ‘That’s the arrangement.’
I found the suggestion scandalous. Don’t ask me why. Before Warren, I’d been in relationships with other poly people and every partnership had its own rules. Some people didn’t ever want to know what you were up to. Some wanted to know every detail. With Warren, he was always in the room, and I was always the one getting fucked by someone else. Or getting my pussy licked, or giving a blowjob. It was always me the active participant and Warren the watcher.
How could we flip that on its head nearly seven years in?
I expected Warren to be scared, or at least act scared. But he didn’t. He’d had far less to drink than the pair of us, and maybe that went some way to explaining his stalwart reaction. He didn’t seem freaked out by Mavis’s suggestion. Maybe he didn’t understand what she’d implied. Or maybe I’d misunderstood.
I wanted to know for sure, so I asked, ‘Mavis, are you talking about you? About you and my … Warren?’
She shrugged animatedly and widened her eyes and raised her brow, then laughed.
Warren had lifted a forkful of spaghetti to his mouth, but it just stayed there, waiting, while he stared at Mavis.
I reached for his arm. ‘You wouldn’t want to … Warren, you wouldn’t … would you?’
Either way, his answer would have scared me. I was glad when he didn’t say anything, just gaped at our guest.
Although the thought of the man I love going to bed with a woman I thought of as a lesbian had a certain appeal. There must have been something about Warren that drew in girls who usually went for girls. I certainly hadn’t been with many guys when we got together.
I asked Mavis, ‘Have you ever been to bed with a man?’
‘Oh, yeah.’ She waved her hand, then grabbed her glass, took another sip. ‘Well, long time ago. Looong time ago.’
‘Miss it?’ Warren asked, which surprised me. He hadn’t contributed much to this conversation.
‘I didn’t miss it when I was with someone,’ Mavis said. ‘The sex was good. Great. Passionate relationship. But the passionate ones go out with a bang, and ever since then I haven’t even looked at another – at anyone.’
But she looked at me.
And then she looked at Warren.
‘You aren’t jealous, are you?’ she asked. ‘I know poly people sometimes get jealous despite themselves.’
‘Who, me?’ I laughed a little too loudly. ‘No, never. Not me. Not the jealous type.’
But of course I felt jealous. Or maybe not jealous. Maybe just unsure of all this. It was new, not for me, but for Warren and me, for our relationship. This wasn’t how we did things.
I guess Mavis wouldn’t have gotten so far in the business world if she didn’t know how to control a situation. She stood up from the table and said, ‘Show me.’
Warren and I both sat up very straight in our chairs. ‘Show you what?’
‘How it’s done,’ she said simply. ‘I’ve never been entertained by a couple. Show me what you do.’
I picked my napkin off my lap and put it on the table. ‘We don’t really …’
‘I wouldn’t say we entertain,’ Warren said. ‘Not in any specified manner.’
‘So entertain me in a non-specified manner,’ Mavis replied. ‘Is this the stairs over here? Oh, yes. The bedroom is up there?’
‘Yes, but …’
Warren and I scrambled out of the kitchen and followed her up.
‘Oh, here’s your bedroom. It’s very well put together. Very nice indeed.’
My head was swimming. Too much wine. What was happening?
‘So usually our Warren might sit in that chair, I imagine?’ She took him by the shoulders and moved him out of the way, then grabbed both my wrists and pulled me to the chair. Mavis was playing house with us. We were her dolls, and she set me down, then went back to the door and closed it.
The room was pretty dark. Nobody dared to turn on the lights.
How had I let this happen? I’d brought Mavis home for me. Why did Warren get to play with her? Just wasn’t fair.
‘You look a little nervous,’ she told him while she worked at his shirt buttons.
‘No, no. It’s certainly been a while, though.’
‘What’s been a while?’
He glanced at me as I sat politely in the corner, ankles crossed, hands folded in my lap. ‘I’ve been with Clara for almost seven years. Haven’t been with anyone else in all that time.’
‘But she has,’ Mavis reminded him
‘Clara has, yes.’
Did that give him permission to sleep with my new co-worker? Maybe it did. Or maybe the fact that I wasn’t jumping up and down screaming ‘Don’t do it!’ was permission enough.
‘How does he like it?’ Mavis asked me. ‘Is your man the initiator? Or do you take the lead?’
I laughed at that. ‘Oh, I do for sure.’
‘Sometimes it’s me,’ Warren cut in, seeming hurt.
‘Yes,’ I said. ‘Sometimes. Not often.’
Mavis asked, ‘He won’t be scandalised if I do something like … this?’
She let his trousers fall, grabbed his dick and dragged him to the bed. She’d unbuttoned his shirt but not taken it off. It was still hanging off his shoulders when she pushed him flat on the mattress. What surprised me most was that he was already hard. He didn’t usually start that way. I had to work at him, with my hands or my mouth. I had to get him there.
Mavis had gotten him there just tearing off his clothes.
‘Stay,’ she instructed him – and me too, I guess – while she unbuttoned her own blouse and tossed it aside. When she took off her pinstriped pants, I got a good look at her nearly naked skin, which shone like polished wood in the moonlight.
Her lingerie was very fine: dusty pink lace that seemed more sophisticated than anything I owned. She was such a commanding presence, a professional woman. She knew what she wanted and went for it.
She pulled Warren’s pants off completely. His legs hung off the end of the bed, but only from his knees down. Above that, he was all cock. He looked huge. Damn! That’s what he’d give to Mavis? Why didn’t he get erections that huge with me?
I sat picking my cuticles as Mavis pushed down her panties and unhooked her bra. Her breasts were firm and fit, like an athlete’s. Her belly wasn’t flat, though. It had a nice curve to it. So did her heart-shaped bum and her thighs. I got to see quite a lot of her rear as she crawled up the bed and hovered over my husband – well, not my husband. Over Warren.
I watched the way his dick reached for her pussy while she bent down to kiss him.
‘I’m sorry,’ I said, and jumped out of my chair. ‘I just can’t let you do this.’
They both stiffened visibly.
I grabbed a condom and took hold of Warren’s cock and snapped the latex down his shaft. ‘There. That’s better.’
Mavis chuckled. ‘Of course. What was I thinking?’
‘That you haven’t been with a man in ages and you really want to get a cock inside you?’
Warren groaned and Mavis giggled, and I guess I was right because she dropped her weight right down on his dick. When he was inside her, they both groaned, then they both giggled.
Nobody told me to sit back down in the corner, so I crept across the room to get a better perspective. I wanted to watch Mavis move on my man. I wanted to see her breasts bounce and swell as she rode him.
Warren didn’t do much of anything, but he looked like he was in heaven as Mavis’s hungry pussy swallowed him. Her thighs must have been super-strong, because she raised herself up and dropped herself down again and again. The sight of his cock emerging from inside her, all slick and swollen, made me dizzy and jealous and so turned on I couldn’t stop myself.
I tore off my top and stripped out of my skirt and threw my underwear across the room.
Those two didn’t even notice. They were lost in the fuck.
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bsp; That didn’t bother me so much. Gave me the opportunity to really surprise them.
I jumped on the bed and sat on Warren’s face and wiggled around, rubbing my snatch across his lips and his beard. He opened his mouth, probably to ask what I was doing, and I plopped my pussy right down on his tongue.
Mavis didn’t notice me there until I wrapped my hands around her beautiful breasts and plunged my face between them.
She gasped, then laughed, then held me by my shoulders as I licked her tits. Oh, her nipples were so soft at first! Then so pointy! And I loved them in both states. I sucked them and she moaned as she bounced on Warren’s dick. Warren moaned too, but every expression of lust was lost inside me.
I wouldn’t move from his mouth, and he took full advantage, licking and lapping my clit. He’d done that to me a million times, but it had never felt this good. Having my lips wrapped around another woman’s nipples really ramped up the arousal in the room.
‘Oh, you rascal,’ she said, and I felt like a rascal. Perfect word. I wouldn’t sit still, wouldn’t do as I was told.
Then she instructed me to make her come, and I knew just what to try.
I licked my fingers and traced them down between her legs. I felt the spot where my man’s dick split her in two. I felt how wet she was down there. Then I found the small swell of skin and I tickled that hot button with my rascally little fingers.
‘Oh, yes,’ she cried, wrapping her hand around my ponytail. She tugged on my hair, but not hard enough to draw my face away from her tits. If you’d pulled Warren’s hair, you probably couldn’t have dragged his mouth away from my pussy either.
He sucked it roughly, but never rough enough. The suction built a swell of pressure between my legs, and the delicious pleasure went into giving Mavis an equal sensation. I wrapped one arm around her waist to steady myself as I suckled and teased. Her clit felt even harder under my fingers.
The harder she felt, the harder I rubbed. Her pussy was so slick, and I knew I’d played a part in that. My fingertips hit Warren’s shaft, and I knew he’d played a part in her arousal too. We’d done that together. And we were about to get her off together. As a couple.
Mavis pulled my hair and I bit her tit. She shrieked and her pussy clamped around Warren’s cock. I could tell because the fucking halted momentarily. I took advantage of the moment to scour Mavis’s clit with yet more eager pressure. She bellowed, then slammed her body down on Warren’s. He howled when she landed on him like that, and his cry resounded inside my cunt.
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