Chapter 5
Aaron left work feeling smug and content. He started the day with a superb blow job, had a nice lunch with a couple of his buddies and did a little male bonding, fucked Denise, then got the news from Sandy that his promotion would take effect at the end of the month, and learned that he was going out of town on a big job for a week.
He was looking forward the trip with particular pleasure. Fucking only his wife and Denise was getting kind of old, and he could get some different pussy while he was out of town.
Thinking of something different made him think how much fun it would be to get his wife and his secretary together for some licentious fun and games. He knew that Miriam wasn't bisexual and didn't think Denise was either, but was pretty sure that he could talk them into fooling around with each until they got so turned on, they went down on each other, or at least one of them went down on the other. He knew he could talk Denise into it, but he'd have to tread carefully with Miriam.
He discarded the idea. Walking on hot coals wasn't his idea of fun, and the effort wouldn't be worth the payoff.
Miriam dropped things and cursed herself all the time she was fixing dinner. Making out with another woman always thrilled her, but there was nothing like cock, and after a lesbian encounter she was edgy until she got a good fucking from a man. That's why a threesome with a man and another woman was her favorite, because she didn't have to wait for a cock after she licked pussy. If she could ever figure out a way to tell Aaron that she was bi so they could play together, she'd have it made.
Aaron came in the door and Miriam gave him a kiss hello, then fixed his drink.
"You look happy," she said.
"More like relieved," he replied. "I finally got my desk cleared, and just in time. I'm going to Dallas tomorrow. Big job that corporate headquarters doesn't trust to the people down there."
"How long will you be gone?"
"At least a week," he said.
"Then we'd better go to bed early so you can put out the fire in my hole before you leave. It'll be a raging bonfire by the time you get back. Dinner will be ready in fifteen minutes."
He took his drink with him into the bathroom and took a quick shower and came back just as she was putting dinner on the table.
"If corporate thinks so much of your work that they have to send you to Dallas, why don't they promote you?"
"Sandy said he's working on it. If I push him, it might screw up everything."
"Well, somebody ought to push him," Miriam said, her mouth set firmly.
Aaron ate silently a few moments, considering his motive for not telling her that his promotion was a done deal. Sandy said corporate still had to decide if they would move him. Was that why he didn't say anything now? He didn't know, and trying to figure it out right now was too taxing.
The silence and his wife's grim look made him uncomfortable, and he said, "I had lunch with Bob Gooden today. I don't know if you remember him. He's the one who's always chasing skirts."
"Oh, I remember him," Miriam said. "He hit on me at the last party." He was an okay fuck, but I wouldn't go out of my way to spread for him again.
"Yeah, that's Bob. He hits on anything wearing a skirt, even Sandy's wife. Anyway, he's living with sisters now. Or so he says, anyway."
"That must be a real kick in the head," she said. "I wonder how they work it out. Does he have them on a rotating basis, or both at the same time? It would take a pretty good man to keep two women happy. When he isn't up to doing his duty by them, do they do each other? Maybe it's just a wild threesome all the time."
He looked at his wife and shook his head. She never ceased to amaze him. He expected her to have some snide remark to make about Bob and his living arrangements, and instead, she was wondering how he worked it out. "Maybe they're just average women and he doesn't have to work very hard to take care of them."
"By average, I assume you mean low sex drives. If that's the case, why live with them?"
"Well, maybe they don't both have a headache at the same time. Or maybe one of them stays all sexed up and the other one-likes to cook and keep house."
"If so, it wouldn't last long," Miriam said. "It's been known a long time that women living together form a very close bond, even if they're strangers in the beginning. After a few months, their periods come at the same time, they take an interest in what the other one is doing and soon they're both doing the same thing, so I imagine they both have a headache at the same time."
"If that's so, then one woman who's all sexed up will get the other one all sexed up."
"Or, the one who's all sexed up will also become a cook and housekeeper. If they both get all sexed up, we're right back to where we started this conversation, and I wonder if Bob is really man enough to handle them. He strikes me as being more blow than go." And I know that for a fact, dear husband. He pooped out on me after two mediocre fucks. I was still raring to go, and the ass-hole wouldn't lick my pussy until he watched me wash his cum out of it.
"You have such strong opinions, your reaction isn't what I expected."
"Oh, I have an opinion about this. I don't have anything to say about how other people live. If two men live with one woman or two women live with one man, that's up to them. In the case of two women and one man, unless he's a real stud, they're going to get shortchanged."
"Not if the women play with each other."
She scrutinized his face without being obvious, wondering if he was trying to send her a message. If he wanted to try living with her and another woman, all he had to do was say so. She was more than willing, provided she helped choose the other woman. He did pretty well with her, but she didn't think he could handle two like her. Still, she was willing to give him the chance to try.
"Darling, a woman who needs cock isn't going to be satisfied with another woman." Ask me, I can tell you all sorts of stories. No, don't ask me. I don't want to get into that until I know how you feel. "On the other hand, a woman who is satisfied with another woman doesn't need, or doesn't like, cock and wouldn't be living with a man to begin with."
"You've got it all figured out," he said. "How about you, could you live with two men?"
Well, that's a surprise. I thought you'd want another woman. "Depends on the situation," she replied. "If you're asking if I could handle two men, the answer is yes. Any woman who enjoys sex can easily handle two men at a time. Four or five at a time might tax her, but she could probably do it." She paused and chuckled. "She'd probably have to rest a few hours afterward before she was ready to go again."
"Well, you certainly enjoy sex," he laughed, "as I can certainly attest to. What kind of situation are you talking about?"
I think he's really serious, but I'd better answer carefully, just in case I'm misreading him. "Are you talking about living with men on a more or less permanent basis, or just having two men?"
"I was talking about living with two men, but since you brought up just having two men, tell me about both situations."
"Well, living with two men would take an awful lot of thought before I could answer, and I haven't given it any thought." The only thing I thought about was having another woman live with us. "As to having two men, the only thing that I know for sure is that you'd have to be one of them." That isn't true. I've had two men several times and you weren't one of them, but right now, it's better to duck. "I suppose I could do it, if you really wanted it. And more important, I'd have to know that you wouldn't think that I was a cheap whore for doing it."
"No," he said, "I wouldn't think so. Dinner was good, as usual. Among other things, you're a good cook."
"And I rarely have a headache," she laughed.
"I don't remember that you've ever had a headache," he said. "What about a man and a woman?"
Was now the time she could tell him about the secret side of her life? She pondered the question a moment, decided that his voice didn't quite convey what she wanted to hear, and chose to duck again. "Which would you like best, another man or another woman?"
He didn't have the courage of his convictions either, and also ducked. "Who said that I want either one?"
"This conversation seems to be going around in circles. Why don't you take me to bed and fuck my brains out?"
"I might have to fuck you all night to do that," he replied. "You're pretty smart."
"Give me a few minutes to clear the table and load the dishwasher, then you can try," she chuckled.
Instead of going to the bedroom, he stood in the kitchen door and watched her. "Do you want a nightcap?"
"Yeah," she said with a throaty laugh, "a big, stiff one."
The sexy sound made him shiver inwardly. "What are you going to do the week that I'm gone?"
"Wear out the batteries in all of my vibrators and rub the skin off the end of my fingers." While she was fitting the last pot into the dishwasher, she said, "Darling, don't ever have a love affair with another woman. I couldn't handle it."
"Whoa, where did that come from?" Had she found out about Denise? God, he hoped not. She'd probably insist that he fire her, and he didn't want to.
"If you fuck another woman, just for fun, I can handle that, but a love affair would devastate me."
Oh, she's just talking generalities, so I'm still safe. "I still don't know where this is coming from," he said.
"I'm just telling you how I feel." She put soap in the dishwasher, closed the door and turned it on, then went to him and put her hand lightly on his upper arm and looked at him with doe eyes. "I don't know about you, darling," she purred, her voice low and husky, "but I'm as horny as a billy goat."
He grinned and put his hand on her ass and squeezed gently. "In your case, shouldn't that be a nanny goat?"
She put her hand over his and gave it a meaningful squeeze. "I've never heard of a horny nanny goat. I think they just stand there and take it, and I'm not that kind of person."
"What kind of person are you?"
"Fun loving," she laughed, "and I really have fun when you fuck me. Do you want a drink before we go to bed?"
"Yeah, I think I might need a little fortification."
She went to the bar in the living room, set up two glasses and poured two generous portions of sour mash. She clinked her glass against his and tossed off the whiskey in one gulp, then gasped.
"Whew, I'm not used to drinking it straight." She grinned and licked her lips. "That stuff will put fire in your balls and hair in your eyes."
He smiled and tossed off his whiskey. "You've got that backwards."
"Naw, I like it when you've got fire in your balls and I've got hair in my eyes. If my hair is mussed and hanging in my eyes, I know that I'm having a good time."
"As I heard it, if you throw your panties against the wall and they stick, you're having a good time."
"I'm not wearing panties," she laughed. "I didn't want anything in the way when you got home. This pussy is hot-to-trot, baby."
As usual, her brazen language was more potent than Spanish Fly, and a hell of a lot more reliable. His cock quivered, and everything else faded into the background.
She pulled her dress over her head and tossed it aside and pushed her chest out and taunted him with her naked tits as she fluffed up her muff. "I'm ready, darling," she said, her voice throaty, seductive, "what are you waiting for?"
He reached for her, and she turned and ran into the bedroom, tits flopping and buttocks wiggling. He came in the door just as she jumped on the bed and rolled onto her back, then sat up to watch him undress.
He kicked off his slippers and pulled his T-shirt over his head, then paused and looked at her and grinned. She gave him a sultry look and crooked her finger, and he stepped closer to the bed and pushed his shorts and pants down together, and his cock leaped up, sticking straight out from his loins, as stiff as if he hadn't fucked in months.
She wrapped her soft, dainty hand around his jutting shaft and played a little squeezing game until the crown became a helmet of rigid flesh. "Every time I touch your cock, I purr with pleasure and get all gooey inside," she said softly.
"Let's fuck," he croaked, watching her adorable hand work on his cock.
She grinned and licked her lips. "I sure don't want to discuss our foreign policy, baby! Tonight, we'll take turns naming the positions, and ladies always go first."
"Okay, how do you want it, on the ceiling?"
"Not a bad idea, maybe we'll try that later, but we'll start with my favorite, doggie-style." She rolled over and got on all fours, and the shapely cheeks of her ass looked like half-moons shining at him.
"You really have a magnificent ass," he said huskily.
She looked at him over her shoulder, her face flushed with lust, and shook her ass impatiently. "Asses we can talk about, as long as you mount mine and fuck me into the mattress."
Her challenge thrilled him. He spread the cheeks of her ass and stared at her ass-hole. "Since you're in the right position, maybe I'll just fuck you up the ass," he said, showing her that two could play her game.
"You always want to fuck my ass," she laughed. "Fuck my pussy first, then if you have anything left after you give me all I want, you can fuck my ass."
He knew that giving her all she wanted wasn't possible. He spread the whiskery lips of her pussy, stuck the head of his cock in her hole without having to guide it, and her hot, soggy passion pit swallowed his cock with ease. He lodged the head of his prick deep inside her, just the way she liked, and rocked the cradle a couple of times as he reached under her and caught her clit between two fingers and fucked her aggressively as he squeezed and massaged the sensitive nub between his thumb and forefinger.