Midnight at the Oasis

by Thomas Henry

  I had picked her up from the Oasis the night before, so she didn’t have her car, and I needed to take her back there again. When we got there, I helped her to carry her things up to her room. We held each other and kissed. Then she whispered, “I…uh…have a date tonight, so I should start getting ready.” She kissed me again. “I love you.”

  Late that night, I got a text message from her. Had a dance with another man tonight, but I’ll always save the last dance for you. I wasn’t sure if I should smile or cry. So, I did both.

  * * * *

  I didn’t hear much from Karen for the next couple of days. Just the occasional emoji in a text message. I didn’t know if she was at the Oasis or with Ted, so I was reluctant to call her. I tried sending her one of my little nonsensical texts, but she didn’t call back. After I tried a couple more times, she texted a reply. Sorry, can’t talk right now. Love you. I figured she must be with Ted.

  The next day, I got another text from her. Are you at our place?

  Yes.

  Good. Please wait.

  I wondered what that meant. Maybe she was on her way out to see me, but why didn’t she say that?

  About half an hour later, I heard the rollup door. It had to be Karen. No one else had a remote control for it. I went to the mezzanine door and looked down. A strange car was pulling into my building. The rollup door started back down, and the car door opened. And Marilyn stepped out.

  My heart knew what that meant before my brain could work it out. Marilyn looked into my eyes as she climbed the stairs. She gave me a hug. “I’m sorry,” she said. “She…uh…asked me to give you these.” She held up an envelope and the remote control.

  We went into my office and sat on the sofa. I tore open the envelope and read Karen’s note. I’m sorry, but I just couldn’t say goodbye. I love you. Always and forever. K.

  Marilyn hugged me, and we both cried.

  ****

  Marilyn continued to work for Sally for the next several months. Although she didn’t have Karen’s raw sexuality, Marilyn had a sensual elegance that made her popular with Sally’s top-shelf clients.

  About once a week, Marilyn went on a date with me. We usually had dinner at a nice restaurant or saw a movie and then spent the night at my house. Marilyn could never take Karen’s place in my heart, but she was wonderful in her own right, and I thoroughly enjoyed the time I spent with her. Even so, I never again took her back to my man-cave. That would forever be my home with Karen.

  Sometimes, in her usual calculating fashion, Sally would invite me down to the Oasis to watch Marilyn with some other guy…or guys…while Sally worked on getting me to shed all my inhibitions about having sex with her.

  One night, I found myself at the Oasis in the heated spa with both Marilyn and Sally. Marilyn’s date had made a last-minute cancellation, and nothing else was planned at the Oasis for the evening, so Sally suggested that the three of us “get drunk and see what comes up.”

  I had one arm around Marilyn and the other around Sally. And each of them had a hand between my legs. I wasn’t sure who was stroking me and who was fondling my balls…and I didn’t give a damn. I really missed making love with Karen, but when it came to plain old sex, this was just fine.

  Once again, I thought I was about to find out what a threesome would be like when it involved four tits and two penises. I was hard as steel and my balls ached with need. I took a big swig of my bourbon. In everybody’s best interest, I figured.

  Sally’s cell phone rang. She shook most of the water off her hand as she reached over to the deck and picked it up. She glanced at the screen and raised her eyebrows. She touched it and put the phone to her ear.

  “Wrong number,” she said. She just listened for a moment and then began to laugh. “Yeah…hi, how are you? When?” She glanced across at Marilyn. “Well, I have only one here right now.” Sally looked at Marilyn again and held up two fingers. Marilyn shrugged and nodded.

  “Redheaded haole girl,” Sally said. “You guys will love her. Okay, see you then.” She touched the screen and ended the call.

  Sally jerked her head toward me as she spoke to Marilyn. “So what do you think? Should we let Lover-Boy here watch?”

  Marilyn winked at me. “Only if he’s up for sloppy thirds later.” I didn’t know if she was kidding or not, but my balls were on board with the idea.

  “Okay,” Sally said. She nodded toward the soundproof room. “You use that room, and I’ll put Lover-Boy next door so he can watch.” She started to climb out of the spa. “You’d better get a move on. They’ll be here in about fifteen minutes.”

  We all dried off, and Marilyn rushed up to her room to do whatever she needed to do to prepare. I wrapped my towel around myself and gathered up my clothes. I figured there was no point in putting them back on just yet, so I carried them over to the room from which I would be watching.

  I waited alone in the room until the men had arrived and Sally had introduced them to Marilyn. The sliding screen was closed over the window into the next room, but the sound system was on, so I heard Marilyn and the two men come into the room and close the door. She bantered with them while they undressed themselves and then she encouraged them to undress her.

  After that, I wasn’t quite sure what was happening. I was tempted to turn off the lights and uncover the window, but I didn’t want to risk having Sally open the door and let in outside light. So, I just lay on my stomach on the bed and waited.

  Fortunately, Sally soon joined me. She turned off the lights and slid open the panel that covered the window. Marilyn’s dates were both local Asian guys, probably late thirties. She was on her back with one guy’s head between her thighs while she sucked the other guy. She was naked, except for white stockings that appeared identical to the ones Karen had worn with the actor.

  Sally pulled off the shorty muumuu she was wearing and climbed onto the bed with me. “My plans have been foiled again,” she said as she straddled my butt and lay down on top of me.

  “How’s that?”

  “Marilyn and I were supposed to get you drunk, and then she was supposed to suck you while I fucked you. But you were saved by the bell…so to speak.”

  “Not sure if I’m relieved or disappointed,” I said. “That is one of my few unfulfilled fantasies.”

  “You’re kidding.”

  I thought I’d tweak her a bit more, so I said, “It’s a long night, and Marilyn will be available in a little while, so…”

  Sally thumped her forehead against my back in mock frustration. “Yeah, but I got another call before I came in here. One of my own clients is coming over in a couple hours, and he likes me to top him. So, I need to save it for him tonight.”

  “So you and I are just going to lie here and watch?” I asked.

  “Well…maybe a little more than that. You watch, and I’ll be your fluffer so you’ll be ready for your sloppy thirds with Marilyn.”

  Sally got off me and pulled me over onto my back. I turned my head and watched Marilyn while Sally went down on me.

  Watching Marilyn with the two men was like watching a good porn video. It was a turn on, but it didn’t give me that knot in my gut or that hunger in my balls I got from watching Karen with another man. Having Sally suck me at the same time did add another dimension, but I still didn’t get the extreme stimulation I got from watching Karen.

  Sally caressed my balls and sucked me slowly. It was a wonderful sensation, and I was as hard as I could be, but she was careful not to pull me over the edge.

  The two men switched positions from time to time, taking turns fucking Marilyn and being sucked by her. When one eventually came in her pussy, the other lost control and came in her mouth. She turned toward the window and showed us her mouth full of cum before she swallowed.

  “Mmm,” Sally said as she stopped sucking me. “I’d better take it easy, or I’ll be swallowing your cum just like that.” I had mixed feelings about that. I certainly had the urge, but I wanted to save myself for Mar
ilyn…assuming she would still be interested.

  I had assumed that Marilyn was done with the two guys since they both had cum. But I had forgotten Sally’s MSOG policy. They could have Marilyn as many times as they could manage. As it turned out, they both could manage one more time, but in switched positions. Once again, Marilyn showed us her mouth full of semen before she swallowed it.

  When they finally were done with her, the two men dressed and left. Marilyn wrapped a towel around herself and came around and joined Sally and me. Once again, Sally was leisurely sucking me.

  “Just keeping him warmed up for you,” Sally said as Marilyn sat down on the corner of the bed.

  “Well, why don’t you keep him warm just a little bit longer while I go up and shower, and then bring him up to my room?” She got up and left.

  Sally shook her head. “Oh, the temptation… I should take you up there and do what we originally planned.” She sucked me a couple of times and then continued, “But, business is business.”

  When I got to Marilyn’s room, she was still in the bathroom, so I sat down on the foot of the bed and waited. In a few minutes, she came into the room with a towel wrapped around her once more. I stood, and she dropped her towel as she came into my arms.

  “Thanks for waiting for me,” she said. “I’m all yours if you still want me.”

  “You know I do.” I kissed her and untied her French braid, letting her wavy red hair cascade across her shoulders.

  “First time you’ve ever done that,” she said.

  “I think it’s traditional for a man to take down the hair of the woman he’s about to ravish.”

  “Oooh…I’m a big fan of tradition.”

  * * * *

  A few days later, I got a curious text from Marilyn. Will you be available to do something with me Saturday night? Very important!

  Sure. What’s going on? Something wrong?

  No, nothing to worry about. Just wanted to make sure you are available.

  I tried to imagine what would be happening on Saturday. If my birthday had been near, I’d have suspected that she might be organizing a surprise party. But my birthday was still a few months off. I had no idea what else it could be, but I guessed I’d find out in a couple of days.

  On Friday, I got another text from her. Reminder about tomorrow night. You’re still available, right?

  Yes. When and where?

  I’ll let you know tomorrow afternoon.

  She had me intrigued. Marilyn liked to tease me, but she really wasn’t one for playing games. She had said it was important, so I assumed it was.

  When I hadn’t heard from her by three on Saturday, I texted her. It’s Saturday afternoon.

  She texted back. Little while longer. Stand by.

  Try as I might, I couldn’t imagine what she was up to. Finally, about 6:30, I got her text. Midnight at the Oasis.

  I immediately thought of the old Maria Muldaur song from the early ‘70s. Midnight at the oasis. Send your camel to bed. Shadows painting our faces. Traces of romance in our heads…

  I wondered if Marilyn knew that old song and was giving me some kind of hint as to what lay ahead. If so, I had no idea what the hint meant other than it seemed to portend something romantic. And since I was to meet her at Sally’s house, sex was certain to be involved, so I showered just before I left home.

  I arrived at the Oasis a minute or two before midnight. As usual, the security guy saw my car coming and opened the garage door. I pulled in next to Sally’s Cadillac. As I got out of my car, I could hear the Caddy’s exhaust system crackling, and I could feel heat radiating off the hood. It obviously had arrived very shortly before I did. Sally usually had something going on at her club on Saturday nights, so I figured it must have just ended. Maybe that was the reason why I was to meet Marilyn at midnight.

  I was accustomed to being greeted when I arrived at the Oasis, but I tonight didn’t see anyone. I wandered through the kitchen and into the living room on my own just in time to see Sally coming down the stairs. She greeted me with a kiss and a mysterious smile. She tilted her head toward the stairway. “Marilyn’s in her room waiting for you. Go on up.”

  Sally’s smile suggested she was privy to whatever Marilyn was up to. I pulled off my boots and headed up the stairs. At long last, I was about to find out.

  I tapped on Marilyn’s door and heard her faint “come in.”

  The room had been transformed with swaths of gauzy cloth hung about to simulate the interior of a sultan’s tent. The candle light was hazy with the smoke of incense. Barry white was singing softly. Marilyn was wearing a flowing, diaphanous robe with nothing underneath.

  “What do you think?” she asked.

  “I think it’s time to send my camel to bed.”

  “What?”

  “Words of an old song. ‘Midnight at the oasis. Send your camel to bed.’ You know…”

  Marilyn shrugged. “Never heard of it.” The gleam in her eyes told me otherwise.

  “You’re way overdressed for what I have planned,” she said. “Let’s get these off you.”

  She unbuttoned my shirt while I unfastened my pants, and together, we made short work of getting me naked. Marilyn shrugged her robe off of her shoulders and let it float to the floor. I still wasn’t sure what this was all about, but my balls were into it and my cock was half erect. I pushed Marilyn backward toward the bed with the intention of going down on her.

  “Uh-uh,” she said with a little shake of her head. “You first tonight. Lie down.”

  I saw no profit in arguing with her. I lay down and spread my legs as she crawled up between them and engulfed me with her mouth.

  She took her time, slowly licking and sucking me until I was rigid and throbbing. It was delicious, but I was becoming impatient for her pussy. I was about to grab her shoulder and haul her up on top of me, when there was a loud “tap-tap-tap” on the door, and Sally’s voice said, “Sorry to interrupt, but I need you out here for a minute.”

  Marilyn sighed. “Sorry, duty calls. Shouldn’t take long.” She quickly donned her robe and slipped out the door.

  I was left lying there with a throbbing cock. All dressed up and no place to go.

  I was tempted to pleasure myself, but then the doorknob turned, and the door swung open. And there was Karen, naked as the day she was born.

  She quickly closed the door, and before I could even blink and be sure I wasn’t imagining things, she was on top of me, hugging and kissing me.

  “Wha…” She stopped me in mid-word with a hand clamped over my mouth.

  “No talking! I’ll explain everything later. But right now, I just need you to make love to me. Okay?”

  I could only nod and mumble.

  She removed her hand and lay down next to me. I rolled over and pushed her thighs apart and went to work with my tongue. By the time she came, she was creamy and ready for me.

  We made love for an hour. Maybe more. Karen came several times, but every time I came to the precipice, I eased back and let the crisis subside. And each time I did that, my need got greater, and my pending orgasm swelled. I was in ecstasy and in no hurry to finish.

  Karen started to tremble again. “Now!” she said. “Give it to me now. I want your sperm…every drop.”

  My orgasm was massive, and my heart was soaring. We lay coupled for a while longer, kissing and caressing while I occasionally pumped an additional spurt into her. Finally, I pulled free and rolled onto my back next to her. I eased her onto her side and spooned her.

  She nestled her butt against my groin. “I always loved sleeping with you like this,” she said.

  I kissed her neck and her ear and held her tightly against me. There were so many things I wanted to know, but words failed me.

  She was quiet, and I thought maybe she had fallen asleep, but then she finally spoke.

  “I quit taking my birth control a few months ago, just about the time Ted went to sea. So, I should be fertile now, and this is the optimum time
of month for me to get pregnant. Ted gets back the day after tomorrow, so I have to go home in the morning. My flight leaves in a few hours. I hope you’ll forgive me for doing this…for not giving you a choice…but I wanted your baby so much, and this may be my only chance.”

  For a moment, I didn’t know what to think. I’d been assuming she had come back to Hawaii to stay with me, but now I knew she hadn’t. She just wanted me to impregnate her. But if she got pregnant, Ted would know the baby wasn’t his. He’d had a vasectomy Karen didn’t know anything about. I could tell her, but what good would it do now? I supposed she could try to flush my sperm out of her. But, she had come all the way over here because she wanted my baby. And now I knew without a doubt I wanted that, too. I knew the odds were against it happening from just this one time, but if it happened, we’d figure out how to deal with the consequences. One thing I knew for sure. Regardless of how Ted reacted, Karen would never abort our baby.

  I kissed her neck. “Give me a few minutes to rest up, and I’ll top you off, just to make sure.”

  “Top me off? How romantic!” She turned to face me. Tears welled in her eyes and spilled across her face. “I have to leave you again in a few hours, but I’ll never say goodbye.”

  THE END

  Although this is the end of the Temporarily Mine series, Karen soon will return in a new series wherein she tells us of her exploits in her new home town. Please check the “Coming Soon” page on my website for details.