by Day, Xondra
“Ann’s sister’s idea of what a cottage is isn’t what the rest of us think.” Jeff opened the truck of the car to fetch the bags. “I like Gwenn, but she lives in a dreamworld, like most of the rich. I suppose that’s easy to do when everything is literally within reach. This place has a pool and tennis courts. Inside there is also a sauna, and, well…you can see it all for yourself.”
Inside, he stifled a gasp, thinking it would be just tacky and cliché to do so. “This is…beyond anything I could ever have imagined. I love open concept!”
“It’s rather nice.” Ann smirked as she walked past him. “This is what Gwenn considers roughing it. Aren’t you glad you decided to come with us? It’s like having a spa weekend.”
“I’ll put the bags in our respective rooms.” Jeff brushed past his shoulder. “They’re on the upper level.” Good to know.
“Follow me,” said Ann. “I’ll give you a tour so you’ll know where everything is. Then we’ll get started on dinner. Do you cook?”
“I do on occasion, when the mood strikes. I can’t say that I enjoy it. Jackson was the chef in our relationship.”
“You wouldn’t get Jeff near the stove, but the grill is another story.”
“Typical man,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes as they walked into what could only be described as the biggest living area he’d ever seen.
“This would be the common area. That’s what Gwenn always calls it. And back through here is the kitchen.”
“This kitchen makes me want to cook.” He marveled at the appliances alone. Stainless steel and marble everywhere. “This puts some professional kitchens to shame. How much money did you say your sister had again?” He arched one brow.
“I didn’t.” Ann laughed. “But who knows, after the divorce.”
“I’m sure she’ll come away with more than enough. What happened? That’s if you don’t mind me asking.”
“Her husband, good old Kevin, cheated on her. I never liked him. There was always something about him that rubbed me the wrong way. I hate cheaters. If Jeff ever did that to me…I’d go straight out of my mind.”
“It happens.” Jackson cheated on him once. It was the one dark moment in their relationship. Even when alone, he avoided thinking about it. “Jackson cheated on me one time.”
“Jesus, I’m sorry to hear that. How did you manage to get through it?”
“He confessed it to me. I think that helped. I had suspected he was. He said it was just an affair, nothing more, no emotions invested. I believed him. And I knew that if we were to move on and to remain together that I had to forgive him and move on. I did. It wasn’t easy, and at times I despised him just a little, but I did.”
“Wow, just wow. You’re a better person than me.” Ann looked blown away.
* * * *
“The steaks are just about done. Ann, could you hand me another beer?” With his hair still wet from a quick shower to refresh and invigorate himself, along with the slight buzz from the two beers he had already drank, Jeff felt quite calm and relaxed.
“This is the life.” Ann sat on a deck chair, smiling at him. “A cold beer, a man cooking for me, and another man rubbing my feet.”
“I’d rather you than me,” he said, casting a backwards glance over his left shoulder at Mike who had been roped into it. “Feet.” He shuddered. “Enough said.”
“My feet are adorable,” claimed Ann. “Just look at those toes, all painted and pretty.”
She raised one leg high in the air and wiggled her toes at him.
“I’m kidding.” He flipped a steak over and applied more barbeque sauce to it. “But not about the beer.”
“I’ll get you one.” Mike walked inside and quickly returned with a beer already opened for him.
“Thanks,” he muttered, their eyes meeting. And there it was again, that little exchange between them.
“No problemo.” Mike went back to sit next to Ann.
* * * *
Mike returned to massaging Ann’s feet, but his eyes strayed to Jeff.
“That’s delightful,” said Ann. She closed her eyes and slid down into her chair, raising her legs, spreading them slightly.
Turning his head back to the task at hand, his eyes widened at just the slightest glimpse of Ann’s pink panties. At first he blushed and averted his gaze, being mindful to stay cool, hoping she wouldn’t notice anything. Yet at the same time he was curious to see more, his cock stirring slightly at the lurid thought.
Women. It wasn’t that they held no attraction to him that. That was rather obvious at this point. But when it came to them, he never seemed to connect with the fairer sex. It wasn’t that he hadn’t tried to in the distant past, but his social awkwardness made it extremely hard for him to connect with anyone back then. Again, he had Jackson to thank for pulling him out of that rut.
When he was eighteen, he’d had his first sexual experience, and that had been with a woman. Mysti was a friend of a friend, and they met at a party just after their senior year ended. God! That was one awkward night. He chuckled inwardly, thinking about it.
* * * *
“And how are you?” said the girl he’d just been introduced to by one of his friends. It had been relayed that the girl’s name was Mysti, and she was not only new to town but a year older than him.
“Not bad,” Mike replied, his hands busy with the beer he was holding. “It’s a good party, eh?”
She winced and shrugged. “Not really. It’s lame. I’m just here for the booze, myself. But…I can think of much better ways to amuse ourselves if you’re interested.” Her eyes scanned down over him.
She was pretty, well above average. “Well…I’m here with people and it would be rude if I just up and left.”
She rested one hand on his leg, squeezing. “You’re a big boy. I think they could manage without you.”
She was right. Most times his friends hardly noticed him unless they needed him for something. His stomach lurched at the thought of being alone with her, doing things together that he had yet to discover. Then there was the other thing, the secret buried deep inside him that no one knew.
His thoughts were his own and he kept telling himself that. There was no reason to reveal anything that he wasn’t comfortable with. And at this time, there was no way in hell that he could tell anyone that he often thought about other guys…in a sexual way, including some of his friends.
“I know they could manage,” he snapped. “But ditching them seems like a shitty thing to do.”
“Look.” Mysti flashed him an annoyed look. “If you’re not interested, just say so. I’m just looking for a bit of fun, nothing more.”
He wasn’t sure if he was gay, and how could he know unless he tried it with a girl? He pondered the thought, and it didn’t disgust him or anything. He was slightly curious and intrigued. “Okay. Sure, let’s get out of here.”
Outside the house, they walked arm in arm to Mysti’s van.
“That’s yours?” he asked, looking at an absolute time capsule straight from the swinging sixties.
“It is. Isn’t it fabulous? There’s even a bed.” She motioned for him to get in with her hand.
Like bees to honey, she was on him the minute he entered the van. Apparently she wasn’t one to waste time. And as her hands and lips found him, he fought not to jump out through the passenger-side door.
“Let’s get in the back, on the bed,” she suggested, already making her way there. She sat on the edge of the bed and smiled. “It’s quite comfortable.” She leaned back on the bed, and in one swift movement, pulled off her top, leaving her white, lacy bra in place.
He hesitated, staying in the seat.
With one finger, she called to him. “Come on, don’t be shy. I’m a sure bet. Promise.”
“It isn’t that,” he replied. He moved to the back of the van and sat next to Mysti on the bed. “I’m…not that experienced.”
“Experience is overrated,” she said, tutting. “Seriously, there isn’t
one thing in this world that can’t be taught. Or that’s how I see things anyway.”
He could smell the beer on her breath, intermingled with menthol cigarettes. “Fair enough.”
“Relax, it’ll be fun. Just do what I tell you.”
He sucked in a breath and swallowed hard as he watched her shimmy out of her denim shorts. This was his first time seeing a girl naked, other than in some skin magazines that his friends tossed around. Totally Tits, Big Butts, Shaved Cuties, the titles all ran through his mind.
Mysti spread her legs and beckoned him to move closer. “I’m going to show you how to make a girl feel really good.” She reached down between her legs and pulled her panties aside.
Again, he swallowed hard as he watched her move slowly, her pink cunt now exposed to him. She traced one finger across her slick lips and then brought it down to her pussy.
“Don’t be afraid, touch me right here.” She reached out and guided his hand down. “That’s it, rub right there. Can you feel that?”
He nodded.
Underneath his fingertips, he could feel a hard nub, and when he pressed hard against it, rubbing, Mysti tossed back her head and let out a deep sigh.
“Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” she asked, her eyes half-shut. She bit down on her bottom lip. “You have magical fingers. Now, keep doing that with your forefinger and slide the middle one inside my pussy.”
Mike leaned in close between her legs, and he could smell her scent, light yet musky. His cock hardened and throbbed, which surprised him, and at this moment as he jammed one finger inside her hot tunnel, he couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to have her wrapped around his cock.
Leaning in even further, he stuck out his tongue and then ran it around her swollen lips, tasting her on his finger as he withdrew it and jammed two inside her, causing her to cry out.
“Fuck!”
He smirked as she clutched at the blankets under them. “Am I doing good?”
“God, yes.”
Using two fingers, he spread her lips and dove in deep with his tongue, his thumb now manipulating her clit. She rocked against him, thrusting her pussy against his eager mouth.
“Oh my, that’s just so fucking delicious. Tongue my cunt, eat me, baby!”
Not daring to stop, Mike unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock. Stroking it, he never missed a lap with his tongue.
He jumped when someone banged on the outside of the van. Damn it!
Mysti struggled to pull a blanket over her, and in one hard movement, he tumbled from the bed to the floor. Thankfully he didn’t have far to fall.
“Who is it?” he yelled, annoyance coursing through his voice along with a slight bout of anger.
“Man, I saw you come out here and get in there.” It was Jesse, one of his friends. “We’re getting the hell out of here. This party is fucking lame.”
He looked at Mysti, who had managed to pull on her shorts. She dismissed him with one hand. “Go, the mood’s gone anyway.”
“But?”
“I’ll see ya around.” She winked, a sly smile on her lips. “Hopefully you learned something.”
And that was that. His first and only experience with a female was over.
Later that month, he’d heard that Mysti had moved on. He never saw her again.
Chapter Ten
Ann was amused and flattered. Mike had been looking at her as he massaged her feet. At first she didn’t quite know what had taken place between them. But when he turned scarlet red and averted his eyes from her, she almost giggled, figuring she must have flashed him just a little.
“Those steaks must be ready by now,” she declared, standing, going to Jeff. She looked back at Mike and cast him a sheepish grin. She slid an arm around Jeff’s waist. “Yup, they look done to me.”
“I just need to add more sauce and they should be done. You could set the table inside. There are too many flies to eat out here,” said Jeff, waving one hand in the air around his head. “Darned pests!”
“I’ll get right on it,” said Ann. Passing Mike, she winked at him before slipping inside the cottage. She then backed up, leaning outside with one hand bracing the door’s frame. “Care to help?” she asked.
“Sure thing,” replied Mike. “Anything to be of help.”
Perhaps in more ways than was implied. She could always blame her naughty behavior on the alcohol, even though she hadn’t drank much so far.
“The potato salad’s in the refrigerator,” she said, watching as Mike fetched it, placing it on the table.
He looked up at her. “I guess we’ll need plates and cutlery.”
It was a stupid comment, one that made her think he was trying to create conversation. God, he was so freaking handsome!
“Yes, I think so. Mike…can I ask you a question?”
He nodded. “Sure, anything.”
“Great. Were you looking at me out there?” She paused, waiting for his response.
“Looking at you? I don’t know what you mean. I had to look at you, at least your feet while I was massaging him.”
“Of course…I just thought I would ask.”
“Ann, you’re an attractive woman. If I was looking at you in a favorable way, would that offend you?”
“No, of course not. But you’re gay…right?” Gay men didn’t look at women like he had looked at her.
“Bisexual,” he replied, correcting her. “And I thought we all talked through that.”
“We did.” She suddenly felt stupid and lame for stirring the conversation between them. Did she really need to fish for compliments to make herself feel appealing? Was this some crazy part of her impending midlife crisis? “I’m sorry. Forget I asked.”
“Steaks are done,” announced Jeff. He placed a platter on the table and with one hand gave a dramatic gesture to showcase them. “Voilà!”
“Great.” Ann was relieved for Jeff’s presence. “Let’s eat before it gets cold.”
* * * *
He needed another beer.
With darkness surrounding the cottage, Jeff, along with Ann and Mike, settled in for the night.
With Ann at his side and Mike sitting across from him in the living room, his mind now spun with images that he’d much rather forget but couldn’t.
“Let’s play a game,” said Ann. She stood, and with both hands planted on her hips, looked to him and then Mike. “Are you both up for it?”
“Depends,” said Mike.
“Oh, be adventurous. We’re all adults here.”
Jeff could tell that his wife was just about drunk. She wasn’t much of a drinker, but when she indulged, look out. She also became more…open. “What did you have in mind, Ann?” he questioned, downing the last of his beer.
“Well, since turning forty, I’ve been a bit nostalgic,” she said, sitting down again. “How about a game of truth or dare? You know, like we played when we were teens.”
“I know the game. But I never played it.” Mike stood. “Another beer, drink…anyone?”
“Sure,” he said.
“More wine for me.” Ann handed Mike her empty glass.
“On second thought, I’ll go with you,” he added. “I could use a snack.”
“After that meal?” Mike looked dumbfounded. “We all ate enough to last a year.”
“I’m a growing boy, what can I say?” He grinned, and his cock stirred slightly.
* * * *
Once they were in the kitchen, Mike felt Jeff’s hand grab ahold of his.
“Let’s step outside, just for a minute,” said Jeff.
“Ann? She’ll wonder where we are.”
“Just for a minute. I need some fresh air.”
Outside, Jeff grabbed him and pulled him in close. They kissed.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for so long.” Jeff’s nose rubbed against his as he spoke. “I don’t know what the hell I’m doing, but that felt so damned good.”
“Jeff, this isn’t good. I like
you, I really do. But Ann…you’re a married man, and I don’t go around breaking up marriages.”
“I’m not asking you to, nor am I considering leaving Ann. This is just something I’m feeling, I can’t explain it.”
Jeff’s reached behind and grabbed his buttocks. “It’s strange, liking another man in this way, yet it feels nice.”
“We should get back inside and forget all about this, us. Really, this isn’t a good idea in any shape, way, or form.” He broke free from Jeff and turned to go back inside, and that’s when he saw her, Ann staring back at him on the other side of the glass door, her mouth gaping open, her eyes full of anger and obvious shock.
“Jesus,” he cursed, turning to Jeff.
Jeff shoved him aside tearing into the cottage.
* * * *
Had she seen right? Had they been kissing?
Ann stepped back as Jeff moved towards her, his arms outstretched.
“What the fuck was that?” she yelled. “You and Mike?” This was a nightmare. Her life had taken a sudden turn into a fucked-up movie of the week storyline, or better yet, one of those true life magazines at the supermarket.
“Ann, it’s nothing…promise,” stammered Jeff.
“Nothing? You call kissing another man and doing lord knows what nothing? How long has this been going on?” She demanded to know. She had a right to know.
“We’ve only kissed, that’s all. Nothing more.”
“It’s true, Ann. We didn’t mean to even do that much,” explained Mike.
Pointing one finger at her neighbor, she turned her anger on him. “You can shut the hell up. Tell me, friend. Do you go around intending to break up marriages?”
Mike shook his head and looked down at the floor. “It’s so not like that. I knew I shouldn’t have come up here this weekend. This is all too fucked up.”
“Fucked up is finding my husband kissing a good friend and neighbor,” she snapped. “And Jeff, where has this sudden urge to go exploring come from? Am I not pleasing you enough?” Keep it together.
