by Thomas Henry
I wanted to take issue with Ted’s characterization of Karen’s behavior, but I was afraid I’d reveal too much about my own relationship with her. “I see. So, if she goes off her birth control because she thinks she’s going to have your baby, she won’t want to risk getting pregnant by someone else, so she won’t have sex with anyone else?”
Ted nodded. “I figure that’ll keep her under control for a while, at least.”
“But when she doesn’t get pregnant, isn’t she going to want to have you checked for sperm count or something?”
“Yeah, probably. But I can put her off for a while, and then I’ll just tell her I changed my mind about having another kid. She’ll be okay with that. She’s just doing it for me, anyway. I don’t think she really wants another one.”
My first impulse was that I should tell Karen about Ted’s vasectomy. Somehow, it seemed only fair that she knew. But then I thought about it. What good could it possibly do? And down deep, maybe I was sympathetic with Ted’s goal of trying to stop her from having sex with other men.
* * * *
It was Thursday evening, and I was just arriving at the Oasis. Whatever Sally had been planning had come through, so she’d invited me to come down. She wouldn’t tell me exactly what was going on, but she said it involved watching Karen again. Whether Marilyn was included, I didn’t know.
When I pulled into the garage, Sally’s Cadillac was missing, but she greeted me in her usual fashion. She was wearing a long, silky robe. From the way her nipples danced against the fabric, I knew she was braless.
“I’m going to hide you in the room with the one-way glass,” she said. “Karen will be using the sound-proof room next door.”
That made me a bit apprehensive. Each time I had watched Karen in that room, she had been subjected to some pretty rough treatment. “You expect her to be making a lot of noise?” I asked.
“Oh…no, not particularly. I’m just having her use that room because I wanted you to be able to watch up close…and hear everything. Last time, we were too far away.”
“Karen knows about the one-way glass. Won’t she suspect someone is watching?”
Sally shrugged. “She knows I might check on her, but she doesn’t know you’ll be there.”
“Why keep it a secret from her?”
“Because I want her interaction with her client to be totally natural. I don’t want her to be distracted or to censor her behavior because she knows you’re watching.”
“So…I gather there is something special about this particular client?”
Sally nodded. “Come on. Let’s get you into the room, and I’ll tell you what I can.”
She had me wait in the kitchen while she scanned the courtyard. “Ok, coast is clear.” She took my hand and led me through the deserted courtyard to the bedroom next to the soundproof room.
As I had expected, the sliding panel was covering the window into the next room. As I had not expected, Marilyn was lounging on the bed in a skin-tight little dress that left no question about her lack of underwear.
“You remember Julia,” Sally said with a wink and a grin. “She wants to watch, too.” She looked me up and down and then glanced at Marilyn. “Why don’t you two make yourselves comfortable? I’ll be back in a few minutes.” She closed the door behind her as she left.
I wondered how Marilyn could make herself any more comfortable than she already was. By comparison, I was way overdressed, so I sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled off my boots.
“So, do you know what this is all about?” I asked.
Marilyn bobbed her head from side-to-side. “Oh, pretty much. I know the client is a famous actor, but Sally hasn’t said who he is.”
My stomach did a little flip-flop. “Does Karen know?”
“I don’t think Sally told her his name, but she said she’s sure Karen will recognize him.”
Marilyn got up and stepped between my knees. “Here, I’ll help you get comfortable.” She proceeded to undress me. I was about to make some smart-ass comment about how she now seemed overdressed when she grabbed the hem of her stretchy little number and stripped it over her head like she would a t-shirt.
I wrapped my arms around her naked butt and kissed her nipples. “Hey, Bud…up here,” she said as she tapped her lower lip with a fingertip. I tilted my head back, and our lips met and our tongues intertwined. We both took deep breaths. It seemed pretty clear that Marilyn and I would be having sex before the night was over.
But what about Sally? She presumably was going to be right there in the room with us. I’d had threesomes before, but never one that involved four tits and two cocks at the same time. The possibilities boggled my mind.
Marilyn and I lay down side-by-side on our stomachs with our heads toward the room where Karen would be. Any other time, I would have been all over Marilyn, but tonight protocol seemed to suggest that we wait for Karen to get us all worked up first. I guess Marilyn saw it the same way. We kissed, but that was it. We just lay there shoulder-to-shoulder, propped up on our elbows.
I almost asked her about her experience with the basketball recruits, but then I remembered that she supposedly was unaware that I had been watching that night. If she had known, she probably would have asked me what I thought about it. But she didn’t.
After a few minutes, Sally returned carrying a small tray with two drinks on it. She left the door standing open while she handed the drinks to Marilyn and me. “Tanqueray and tonic,” she said.
She turned off the lights and pushed the button to slide back the panel that covered the one-way window. The room next door was romantically lighted by candles. Sally flipped a switch, and suddenly we could hear the soft music that was playing in that room.
“Okay, we’re all set,” Sally said. “Now we just wait for them. Scoot over a bit.” She sat down on the edge of the bed and patted my butt. “Mmm-mmm. Great ass. You’re giving me a stiffy.” She slid her hand up my back and rested her forearm on my shoulder. Once again, I wondered what sort of threesome might ensue.
“So,” I said. “You were going to tell me about Karen’s client.”
“Well, this situation is kinda like when we were on the boat with the football players. I can’t tell you who this guy is, but you may recognize him. He’s one of the stars of a hit TV show.”
“Does Karen know who he is?”
“Oh, yes! I could see it in her eyes. I think she creamed her panties the instant she saw him.”
That was a visual I didn’t need. My stomach knotted. “Oh…so she already met him?”
“Couple of hours ago. He took her over to Hoku’s for dinner. They should be back any minute now. I’d better go greet them, and then I have some other business to take care of. So, lock the door after me, and try not to make too much noise. After they’re done, I’ll come get you when the coast is clear.” She reached over and patted Marilyn on the butt. “Meanwhile, Julia here will be happy to service all your needs…you know…in case anything should happen to come up.” She tickled my butt with her fingertips as she rose to leave the room.
I hopped up and locked the door behind her. When I lay down next to Marilyn again, the touch of her skin sent a jolt through my balls. We lay there in silence, shoulder-to-shoulder and hip-to-hip. Marilyn absently ran her toes up and down my calf as we concentrated on the door to the next room.
Finally, the door swung open and Karen and the actor squeezed through the doorway with their arms around each other. She was gazing up at him with a toothy smile and stars in her eyes. He was grinning down at her like the proverbial cat.
I recognized him immediately, but I had no idea who he was. I knew he starred in some popular TV show that I never watched on purpose. I couldn’t remember if he was a cop or a doctor or a lawyer.
He was a big, mixed-race guy with caramel skin and green eyes, probably mid-to-late thirties. With his fine features and flawless white teeth, he was so handsome that he bordered on being pretty. It was his close-cropped hair
and two-day growth of jet-black beard that saved him.
Karen was wearing a light blue suit consisting of a double-breasted jacket and a skirt…a very short skirt. She wasn’t wearing a blouse under her jacket, but the high roundness of her breasts and bulge of her cleavage told me she was wearing a bra. Her skirt was so short that it occasionally permitted a glimpse of the wide band of lace around the tops of her white stockings.
The actor was wearing a vest, pleated suit pants, and a long-sleeved shirt with French cuffs. I assumed his jacket and tie had made him too hot, and he’d taken them off somewhere along the way.
Karen quickly locked the door and embraced him. She found his cock through his pants and squeezed it as she turned her smiling face up to kiss him. I got the impression that they were taking up where they had left off in the car.
He leaned over and kissed the side of her neck. His hand slid up her inner thigh, pushing up her skirt to reach her white panties. I was a bit surprised that she was still wearing them.
“I’m all wet for you,” she giggled. “And you’re all hard for me.” They both gazed at his crotch as she stroked him.
“Sure am,” he said. “I’ve been waiting for this all night.”
Karen kissed him on the lips. “I’ve been waiting for this all my life.”
I felt like I had been knifed in the heart. Marilyn must have sensed my reaction because she put a reassuring hand on my forearm.
The actor smiled as Karen gazed at his crotch and gave his cock a little jiggle. When she started unbuttoning his vest, he leaned over and kissed her neck and whispered in her ear. She closed her eyes and said, “Mmm-hmm..”
He leaned back and studied Karen while she finished unbuttoning his vest. He placed his palms on her shoulders and slowly drew them down her jacket over the bulges of her breasts. He started to squeeze, but she interrupted by pulling his vest off his shoulders. He released her breasts and lowered his arms so she could pull his vest off and toss it aside.
Karen pressed her tits against his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck. As they kissed, he ran his big hands up her sides and found her breasts again. She held the back of his head and pressed her belly against the bulge in his pants.
Karen broke off their kiss and nimbly unbuttoned his shirt. He had the chest and abs of a professional athlete. I wondered if he was naturally hairless or if the TV people had waxed him so they could oil him up and show off his muscles.
While he removed his cufflinks and pulled off his shirt, Karen unbuttoned her own jacket, revealing a white lace bra that made her look like a bride on her wedding night. She arched her back and puffed out her chest as she let her jacket slide down her arms. He palmed her breasts again and gave them a firm squeeze. She smiled and said, “All natural. You like?”
“Oh…I like.” He took her in his arms and kissed her again. Then he turned her around and nuzzled her neck from behind.
She closed her eyes and smiled when he wrapped an arm around her shoulder and cupped her breast. She placed her hand on top of his and encouraged him to feel her up while she ran her other hand up and down his muscular arm. When his other hand pulled up the front her skirt and caressed her pussy, she reached behind and stroked his cock.
He pulled her hair back with both hands and buried his face in her neck. He slid his hands from her shoulders down into her cleavage. He pushed the front of her bra down far enough to rotate his hands under her breasts and lift them free. He continued to kiss her neck as he kneaded her breasts and tugged at her nipples.
Karen smiled with her eyes closed. She made little “mmm…mmm…mmm…” noises. Her bra straps slipped off her shoulders and her bra slid down to her belly. He expertly unfastened it and tossed it aside.
Karen turned to face him and tried to unfastened his pants. She seemed to have a little trouble with the button at his waist, so she dropped to her knees and fumbled with it until it came free. Then she pulled down his zipper.
He pushed his pants and his boxers over his hips. As they dropped around his ankles, his big cock sprang to attention. Marilyn wriggled against me and patted my arm. “This may be even hotter than watching her with Bill out at Turtle Bay.”
I had mixed feelings about that memory, but if Marilyn reacted tonight the way she had back then, I wasn’t the only one who would need servicing. I slid my hand down her back and over her butt until I could touch her pussy with my fingertips. She already was creamy.
“See what I mean?” she said. “They’re getting to me already.” She bumped her shoulder against mine. “I just might let you have me for free tonight.”
“Funny…I was about to tell you the same thing. You know, I might just service you for free tonight.” Marilyn smiled and shook her head.
Karen grasped the actor’s cock with both hands. She slowly licked the head, and then she gave his balls a thorough tongue bath. His mahogany genitals were much darker than the rest of his caramel skin, and the contrasting pink of Karen’s tongue made my own cock twitch.
“God, I’m getting so hard…” he said.
“Mmm-hmm.” She took just his knob in her mouth and gazed up at him while she sucked him like a lollypop.
He kept saying, “Oh…oh yeah…oh…oh yeah…” He ran his fingers through her hair and caressed her face.
Karen slurped his knob while she stroked his shaft with one hand and massaged his balls with the other. At one point, she gave a sideways look in my direction. For a moment, I thought she actually was looking at me, but then I realized that she was watching herself in the mirror.
By now, he was so hard that his big cock was standing with a slight upward curve. Karen continued to suck him, but she dropped her hands to her chest to knead her breasts and tug at her nipples. Then she ran both hands down between her thighs and massaged her pussy.
He stepped out of his pants and boxers and reached down to pull off his socks. Karen quickly stood and stripped off her panties. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist, and she was still wearing her high heels and stockings.
He lay down on his back on the bed. Karen climbed aboard with a big smile on her face as she eyed his rigid cock. She climbed on top of him and kissed him. I expected her to impale herself on his cock, but instead, she turned around and straddled his face. She hung her head to watch between her thighs as she gingerly lowered herself onto his waiting tongue.
She sat straight up as he reached back and captured her ass with both hands. She gasped and closed her eyes when he went to work on her. She put her hands on his chest and flexed her hips in response to his tongue on her clit.
She opened her eyes and looked at his cock lying on his stomach. With one hand on his abdomen, she leaned forward and stroked him with her other. A large drop of crystal-clear precum oozed out of his knob. Karen eyed it and smiled and stroked him vigorously.
Finally, she leaned forward and licked the precum with the tip of her tongue. She sucked his knob into her mouth and lay down on him. Her breasts bulged as she pressed them against his six-pack. She pulled her hair out of the way with one hand while she held his balls with the other. He kept his grip on her butt as he worked her pussy with his mouth.
Karen closed her eyes and sucked him slowly with both hands wrapped around his egg-sized balls and the base of his shaft. Her moans and the blissful expression on her face told me that she was enjoying the “boyfriend experience.” This guy clearly knew what he was doing. But then, he probably got lots of practice. Women surely threw themselves at him all the time.
Karen opened her eyes and looked directly at me. My heart skipped a beat, and I had to remind myself that she couldn’t see me. She was watching herself in the mirror as she sucked a famous star’s cock. Even though I knew she couldn’t see me, it was a bit unnerving to have her seemingly staring at me while she tongued him.
Karen stopped sucking and raised herself until just her nipples were dangling against his skin. She supported herself with one hand and stroked him with the other. He responded by
flexing his hips in a fucking motion. Karen gave him one more quick suck and then climbed off of him.
She stood next to the bed while she unfastened her skirt and stripped it down her legs and kicked off her high heels. She climbed back onto the bed wearing nothing but her sheer white stockings with the wide lace bands high around her thighs. Once again, I visualized her as a bride on her wedding night.
This time, she straddled his stomach facing him. She leaned over and kissed him as she guided his cock with her fingertips. When she passed his knob back and forth through her folds, I could see that she was creamy and ready for him.
Marilyn patted my arm. “Come on, let’s lie across the bed so we can be on our sides while we watch.” She wriggled around until she was lying parallel to the window into the other room. I followed and spooned her with my erection nestled in her crack.
Karen lowered herself about two inches onto the actor’s cock and then pulled back a bit. Then she took a couple more inches and pulled back a bit again. Soon, she had his full length inside her with his balls nestled against her pussy. She lay still on top of him while they kissed and kissed. His hands roamed up and down and all over her body.
Marilyn found my cock with her fingers and shifted her position so she could guide me into her slippery warmth. I pushed all the way into her and pulled her tight against me. We both moaned.
Karen remained fully impaled on the actor’s cock while they intermixed tongues and caressed for a surprisingly long time. Occasionally, one of them whispered something, but I couldn’t quite understand what they were saying.
As I was being titillated by the contrast of her light skin against his dark complexion, I had a sudden realization. Karen no longer had any discernable tan lines. She obviously had been doing a lot of nude sunbathing since she started working for Sally.
Karen laughed and rose until her heavy breasts were just brushing against his chest. She leaned her head and kissed him one more time. Then she put her hands on his chest and started to ride his cock. They looked at each other and both laughed. Apparently, it had something to do with what they had been whispering.
