by Thomas Henry
“Oh…okay. I’m with my girls right now, so… But it was okay. She’s been a little distant, but no arguments or sarcastic comments or anything.”
“That’s good. So here’s why I’m calling. Mai just left for Vietnam because of a family emergency, so I’m home alone. I was thinking of trying to get Crystal to come up to my place on Saturday night. And I thought, if you can get away, you might be interested in coming up, too, since you two got interrupted last time.”
“Hell, yeah! Getting away is no problem.”
“Okay, I’ll check with Crystal, and if she says ‘yes,’ I’ll send you a text with the time.”
After I finished with Ted, I called Crystal and explained the situation. I reiterated that I was not in any way pressuring her to be with Ted. She said she understood that, but she had no problem with what I had in mind.
So, I sent Karen another text. Be sure to claim your prize by midnight.
Her reply was, Thanks. Sorry again.
* * * *
Crystal said it wasn’t necessary for me to pick her up. She could borrow her mother’s car and drive herself. I was fine with that because I was concerned that, if I kept going to her house to pick her up, her mother might eventually recognize me, and I didn’t know how Crystal would react if she found out that I’d been with her mother, too.
I had told Ted to come up about eight. I thought it would be good if Crystal were already at my place when he arrived, so I asked her to come half an hour earlier. She greeted me with a big hug and an enthusiastic kiss. She’d have had no problem at all qualifying for Sally’s sorority. I wondered if Sally had tried to recruit her.
As soon as she was in the door, she stripped off her shirt and shorts. “Like my new bikini?” she asked as she swayed her hips in a hula move while making a 360-degree turn. The bulge in my jeans was all the answer she required.
Her pale pink bikini contrasted wonderfully with her caramel skin. The tiny bottom barely contained her manicured pubic hair. The top was substantial enough to give her some support, but I doubted it would survive a dive into the pool.
I made a pitcher of margaritas and put on some music, and we headed to the heated spa. It was a pleasant, moonlit night, and with my outside lights off, the lights of Waikiki were spectacular.
The house next door was still vacant after the owner’s death, so I had told Ted to walk through its side yard and come in my back gate. That way, I wouldn’t have to get out of the spa to let him in.
He arrived right on time, and was all smiles when he saw Crystal. I poured a margarita for him while he stripped down to his shorts.
As soon as he settled in on the other side of Crystal, she gave him a big kiss. Definitely sorority material, not that I was going to suggest it to her.
Crystal discreetly fondled me while she focused her attention on Ted. My body responded, of course, but I wasn’t focused on her. She was primarily there to entertain Ted while his wife was not with me, and that was bothering me. She obviously was with another man…or knowing Sally, maybe with multiple men. I got a gut-wrenching, ball-stimulating pleasure out of that when I was there to see it, but it didn’t work for me at all to have her off doing other men without me…especially if she wasn’t coming home to me afterward.
I’d have been okay just to let Ted have Crystal all to himself, but I thought that might seem strange to him, considering that I originally told him she was coming up to see me and that he might want to come, too. So, while Crystal was turned away from me to kiss Ted, I unfastened the strap of her bikini top and tossed it onto the deck. A few seconds later, Ted and I both had a grip on the waistband of her bottom as we jointly finished stripping her. Then we each took a nipple. I slid my hand down to her pussy, but found Ted’s already there. Crystal moaned and turned her head from side-to-side, kissing each of our foreheads in turn. She was stroking me through my shorts with one hand. I assumed she was stroking Ted with the other.
Ted looked at me. “Same bedroom as last time?”
I nodded, with Crystal’s nipple sucked tight between my lips. I had expected that the three of us would fool around in the spa for a while, but Ted seemed to be in a hurry to get Crystal into bed. I didn’t know if he was just horny for her, or if he needed to be back home by a certain time. Maybe so the sitter could go home? I wondered if it was Marilyn. I hadn’t seen her since the Turtle Bay weekend.
Ted whispered something to Crystal. She grinned and nodded her head. Then she turned to me. “Tonight, you get sloppy second, okay?”
Ted winked at me. “Maybe sloppy thirds…”
“Big talk,” I said. “I’ll be up in a while to audit the results.”
Ted started to get out of the spa.
“No, not yet,” Crystal said. “Sit here first.” She patted the edge of the deck.
Ted hoisted himself into a sitting position. Crystal turned to me. “You, too!”
While I was getting myself situated, she turned to Ted and tugged at his shorts. He lifted his butt, and she pulled them off. His cock sprang to attention. I couldn’t stop myself from imagining it pumping sperm into Karen’s fertile belly for that third child. My heart ached. She was married to Ted. She’d always been married to Ted. But I felt like she belonged to me.
Crystal moved to me and tugged on my shorts. I lifted my butt, and she pulled them down to my knees. I was moderately hard. Crystal leaned over and gave me a big, slurping suck. Then she moved back to Ted and began sucking him in earnest. When she caressed his balls, he leaned his head back and moaned.
“Better be careful,” I said, “or I might be getting sloppy firsts.”
Crystal started to giggle and had to quit sucking. Ted stood up and helped her out of the spa. He patted her butt cheeks like a couple of bongo drums as he herded her into the house.
I slipped back into the spa and poured myself another margarita. I wasn’t going to be driving any time soon.
I finished my third margarita and decided it was time for me to conduct my audit. I was momentarily woozy as I got to my feet. Those margaritas really can sneak up on you…especially the way I make them.
When I got upstairs, I found that the bedroom door was closed. I could hear Crystal making little “fuck-me-hard” noises and Ted grunting. For a moment, I balked at opening the door, but then I thought, what the hell? It’s my house and my sugar baby!
Ted had Crystal pinned to the bed, face-down, butt-fucking her for all he was worth. Semen already flowed from her pussy to the bedcover.
So Ted was trying for a double. I thought back to that time in Hana when he had fondled my balls while I was having sex with Karen. The sensation had pushed me right over the edge. Maybe it was time for me to return the favor. The thought made me swell.
I moved to the side of the bed. Ted glanced at me and kept going. I could tell he was struggling to get there a second time.
Crystal didn’t notice me right way, but when she did, she reached over and grasped my cock. She pulled until my legs were against the bed, and then she began sucking me. I was instantly hard, and my balls began to do my thinking for me.
I gave Ted a little smack on the butt. “Remember Hana?” I asked. He nodded. I worked my hand between his thighs and grasped his balls. A moment later, he let out a large moan. I felt his balls tighten as he inseminated Crystal again. She continued sucking me without missing a beat.
Ted rolled onto his side, pulling Crystal over with him and forcing her to let go of me. His semen-coated cock slipped out, and now she was leaking from two orifices. I gave fleeting thought to making it three, but Crystal quickly wriggled onto her back and drew up her knees. “Ready for you, Daddy.”
Despite my angst over what Karen might be doing at that moment, Crystal’s offer was one I couldn’t refuse. I kneeled between her thighs in preparation to mount her. Ted gave her a quick kiss and rolled out of bed. “I…uh…think I’d better be going. Thanks.” He gave Crystal’s hand a squeeze and disappeared out the door. A couple of minutes later, I
heard my back gate close. If I didn’t know better, I’d have thought that Ted was jealous that Crystal was about to have sex with me, too.
* * * *
“Hey Lover-Boy!” It was Sally on the phone.
“Hi. What’s up?” I knew she had something up her sleeve. Sally always was working on some scheme featuring sex and money.
“Well, I thought maybe you and I could do each other a favor. I have a situation that’s new for me, and you seemed like just the man to help me with it.”
I got that sensation in my balls. I knew there would be sex involved. I just didn’t know who would be doing what to whom.
“A new situation, huh?”
“Yeah. I have this girl…well, 35-year-old woman…I’m thinking of hiring. She might have some real potential. Gorgeous and classy. Might even be in the same league as Karen. But she’s never been involved in anything like this. So far as I can determine, she’s been a faithful housewife forever.”
“But now she’s thinking of taking a walk on the wild side?” I asked. “Midlife crisis?”
“Oh, you know I really can’t tell you much about her, but…she tells me she’s interested in doing some escorting, and she’s offered to see one of my clients for free as a tryout.”
“I see. So where’s the problem?”
“Well, I’d have to set her up with one of my regulars…somebody I know wouldn’t cause her to freak out if she gets a little nervous or something. But if I let one of my regulars have her at no charge, that would set a really bad precedent. On the other hand, if I go ahead and charge my usual premium rate for someone like her, and then she doesn’t go through with it, that would be really bad for my reputation.
“So then I thought about you. I know I can trust you to treat her properly, and since you’re not normally one of my paying clients…”
“I see. So you want me to take her for a test drive, so to speak? Kick her tires and test her shocks…stuff like that.” Somewhere in the back of my mind, I was thinking it would be nice to go out with a woman who at least bordered on being age-appropriate for me.
“Yeah. Take her out to dinner or a show or something to break the ice, and then take her to bed. See how she handles it.”
“And how much are you going to pay me for performing this odious chore?”
“Oh, Lover-Boy. I think you still owe me.”
“Yeah, I suppose that’s true. So…I assume she’s supposed to provide the girlfriend experience?”
“Of course…speaking of odious chores...”
“Hey! Feelings! You mentioned something about her having been a faithful housewife. What happened? Hubby die, or did they get divorced?”
“Oh, you know I can’t divulge much about them. But no, they’re still married.”
“Any chance he’ll come gunning for me?”
“Oh, no! He’s ok with her doing this. In fact, I have the impression that he’s the one who suggested she give it a try.”
I wondered why. Money problems, probably. Maybe medical bills or something like that. Was the wife really doing it by choice, or was she being pressured into it?
“Look,” I said, “My concern is that she might not be getting into this of her own free will. I don’t want to be exploiting some poor woman who’s in a difficult situation.”
“Yeah, I know. And believe it or not, I feel the same way. I wish I could tell you more, but you know my views on confidentiality. But you know me pretty well by now, and I think you know you can trust me, just like I know I can trust you. So, believe me when I tell you that this is something she’s doing of her own volition.”
“You said she was ‘gorgeous and classy.’ What’s she look like?”
“Does it really matter?”
* * * *
I was standing in Sally’s living room, looking out at the courtyard and waiting for her to come downstairs. I was there to pick up this mystery woman that Sally wanted me to test-drive. While I waited, I amused myself by watching several of her sorority girls frolic nude in the pool. So far as I knew, Karen was at home getting her daughters ready to visit their grandparents, so I didn’t need to worry about running into her with one of Sally’s clients.
I heard a noise behind me and turned just as Sally said, “Hi. I’d like you to meet Julia.”
I did my best not to show my shock. “Julia” was none other than Karen’s close friend Marilyn. For a moment, I thought maybe this was some kind of joke they were playing on me. But Sally seemed serious, and Marilyn’s wide eyes betrayed her surprise. It seemed pretty clear that Sally was unaware that Marilyn and I knew each other…and that Marilyn was not aware that I was supposed to be her date.
“Nice to meet you, Julia,” I said as I took her hands. “I love your dress.” It was the same one she had worn when we had gone to La Mer on the double date with Karen and Bill. As usual, she looked elegant with her copper hair in a French twist.
“Thank you,” she said. “Nice to meet you, too. You’re as handsome as Sally said you were.”
“Ah, flattery will get you everywhere.”
“Oh, I do hope so!”
“Should I call you Julie?”
“Depends on whether you expect me to answer.”
I smiled and shook my head. Same old Marilyn.
I looked at Sally and winked. “Now that Julia and I have established some of the ground rules, I guess we’ll be off.”
Marilyn took my arm as we went down the front steps to my car. “Thanks for not giving me away,” she whispered.
I held her door while she got into the car, and then I came around and slid into the driver’s seat. “So, what’s going on?” I asked.
“Well, it’s pretty much as it looks. I think I want to try working for Sally like Karen does.”
“So Karen set you up with me as your test date?”
“Oh, no…I don’t think so. I don’t think she even knows I’m having my tryout tonight.”
“So it’s just a happy coincidence that Sally set you up with me?”
“So far as I know.”
I pondered that. Karen obviously had to have introduced Marilyn to Sally. But unless Karen told her, Sally had no particular reason to think I knew Marilyn, and she most certainly had no reason to think that I knew Marilyn intimately.
And Karen probably never expected that Sally would use me to try out Marilyn. I wasn’t one of Sally’s clients…at least not of that type…and Sally had lots of men who were. If anything, Karen probably assumed Sally would use the same dapper Asian guy she had used to test her.
“Well,” I said, “I’m happy to see you again.”
“As am I.”
I started the engine and shifted into gear. With my foot still on the brake, I turned to Marilyn. “So?”
“So?”
I took my foot off the brake and pulled away from the curb. “So what’s going on? Why are you doing this? Last I knew, you’d decided that Turtle Bay was a one-time thing because you were worried about your husband’s feelings.”
Marilyn nodded. “That’s right. But things change, you know.”
“What’s changed?”
“Oh…circumstances and motivations. What happened at Turtle Bay was selfish. Just something I did for me. And I didn’t want to tell Dean about it. I didn’t want to hurt him, and I never did anything like that again.”
“Until now.”
“Until now. But he knows about this.”
“No kidding?”
“Uh-huh. In fact, it was kinda his idea.”
I stopped at the sign at Kahala Avenue. I looked left, toward the Kahala Hotel where the dapper Asian man had taken Karen in virtually the same circumstances. I glanced in the mirror to be sure no white van was following me, and I turned right toward Waikiki. We had reservations at Hy’s.
“His idea?”
“Yep. When Karen and Ted had that big blow-up, we got involved, you know, watching the girls and talking with Ted. So later, when they made up and agreed to this ‘
anything goes’ pact, Ted told Dean about it. And he mentioned that Karen was doing some work for Sally and how she got paid quite a lot on top of the fact that she was having…um…a good time doing it.
“So I guess that got Dean thinking. He’s about to retire from the Navy, and we’d like to stay here in Hawaii, but it’s so expensive, you know? But if I was making anywhere near the kind of money Karen is making…well, it would be a lot more comfortable for us financially.
“We had a heart-to-heart talk, and he told me how he always felt kinda guilty that I didn’t have much of a sex life because of him…you know, his ED problem…and how he was always afraid he’d lose me to someone else because of that. You know, he worried I’d have an affair with someone and get attached to him and then leave. But he thought maybe, if I was working for Sally, I’d get sex without the personal involvement, and make some money on top of that. So he figured that might be a solution to two problems…if I had any interest in doing it. I mean, he wasn’t pushing me or anything.”
“He really thought that having sex with strange men for money would satisfy you sexually?”
Marilyn shrugged. “Seems to work for Karen. I mean, I know how she feels about you and how much she cherishes making love with you, but for just good ole sexual release, working for Sally seems to work just fine. I mean, she’s done some wild things I don’t think I could ever do, but still…”
“So how do you want to handle this?” I asked.
“Handle what?”
“Us. Tonight.”
“Well, I don’t know about you, but I was planning on having a free dinner and getting laid tonight.”
“And it’s okay it’s me and not some handsome stranger?”
“Better the devil you know…”
“So what are we gonna tell Sally?” I asked.
“Well, I’m gonna tell her I wasn’t totally disgusted by you, and I hope she’ll hire me. And you’re gonna tell her I’m one of the two best you’ve ever had.”
I shrugged. “Sounds fair. Let’s eat.”
We had dinner at Hy’s, with the cherries jubilee for dessert. To be honest, I’d rather have had the cheesecake, but it’s hard to pass up the show.
