Chapter 14
If Jordy wanted Bette to join them, Carole wanted to make it happen.
Afraid that she wasn't ready to lick Bette's pussy, she hesitated. She knew that both Jordy and Bette would want, expect, her to lick pussy if the three of them got together. She thought she could let Bette eat her, but she wasn't sure that she could return the favor.
It took her a week to work up the courage. Finally, her basic curiosity got the better of her. The more she thought about touching another woman intimately, the more she wanted to. Also, the thought of watching Jordy fuck Bette intrigued her intensely.
She suddenly became more audacious and unrestrained. He noticed, of course. Only a total dunce could miss the change. She dragged him into her office during the day for quickies, then demanded a full night of strenuous activity when they got home.
"Carole, I'm not complaining, but what's come over you lately?" he asked her one night.
"What do you mean, darling? I'm just being me."
"Yes, but lately, you're more you. I know you said you wanted to do things that you were never able to do before, but you're.. .well, you're wild lately."
"Am I wearing you out? Do you want me to slow down?"
"No, to both questions. I just wondered why you're different."
She didn't tell him that she'd been conjuring up all sorts of images of what it would be like to have Bette with them. She wanted to surprise him.
"As I said, I'm just being me."
"I thought we were going to be totally honest with each other," he said. "But, I'll accept that since you don't seem ready to talk about it. Speaking of being totally honest, I think I'm falling in love with you."
It took a lot of courage to make the admission. He was glad they were in bed, almost ready to sleep after another strenuous session of fucking
"You're what?" she blurted.
"I said that I'm.. . . "
"I heard that," she cut in. "I just don't believe what I heard. If you're anything, you're in lust with me. Or, more-likely, my pussy. That's all you care about, isn't it?"
"No. I also like your mouth and your hands and everything else about you. Your mind included. I like to fuck you. I like to talk to you. I look forward to all of the time we spend together, not just our time in bed. Not to mention the time we spend on the floor or the dining table, or any place you can think of."
"Well, it's nice to know that you like more than just my pussy. But you're being silly. I'm old enough to be your mother." She had never said that before. She didn't know why she did now. She didn't feel that way.
"So what? That doesn't make any difference to me. Does it bother you?"
"Why, of course not, dear. You wouldn't be here if it did."
"Then why do you refuse to believe that I can be in love with you?"
"Well, I.. .well, to tell you the honest truth, I don't know. You caught me by surprise. I didn't expect it. Since we're being honest, I'll tell you something else. I went after you because I wanted to get even with my ex-husband for running off with a younger woman. Silly, huh? How would he know?"
"Lela told me about him. I didn't care. I wanted to fuck you. I thought you were a fine piece of ass. Now I think you're a lot more."
"And I thought that someday you would get tired of fucking an old woman and move on, go back to women more your own age."
"They can't hold a candle to you!" he said quickly. "Not just in sex, but all things. I like being able to talk to you about lots of things, things they don't seem to know the first thing about. That sounds confusing, but I know what I mean. I know what I want."
"What are you going to do when I'm really an old woman, all wrinkled up like a prune and stooped over with bad bones?"
"Somehow, I don't think that will ever happen to you. Look at women like Mae West and Dinah Shore. They looked great right up to the day they died. Why should it be any different for you?"
"You're very sweet, darling." She leaned over and kissed him. "But they were special."
"So are you! You certainly don't look your age now. You could pass for thirty-something, you know. You take care of yourself. Quit worrying about the future. Live for today."
"Maybe I don't want to get married and settle down."
"So? What's that old saying, why get married and spoil a good relationship? An agreement between two people is more important than a piece of paper. I'm talking about being together, with each other and for each other."
"Darling, you sound wise beyond your years. Give me some time to think. You caught me by surprise."
"Take your time. As long as you don't take more than five or ten minutes. How does saying that I love you change anything between us?"
"You would have to understand how a woman's mind works to understand that, darling," she replied. "I can't explain it."
He gave her a deep, deep kiss, then settled down. "Good night, darling. I love you. Sleep well."
"Good night, dear. Sleep tight."
She lay in the darkness, thinking. He had never before used a term of endearment with her. Maybe he was serious. Well, that only strengthened her desire to make his wish come true by inviting Bette to join them for an evening of debauchery.
She issued the invitation the next morning. She sought out Bette at the gym and asked her to come into the office for coffee.
"Are you free tonight, Bette?" Carole asked. "Would you like to come to dinner?"
"I thought your nights were fully booked," Bette said teasingly. "Don't tell me that you and your young hunk are on the outs."
"What makes you think we were on the ins?" Carole asked.
"Don't try to bullshit me, honey. Rumors are flying all over the gym."
"What difference does that make? I can have my friends over, can't I? Assuming that what you say is correct. You mustn't put too much stock in rumors, you know."
"It isn't just rumor, honey. You've been absolutely glowing for the past month. If I had to guess, I would say you're getting well-fucked every day by a strong young cock."
"Bette! Don't be vulgar!"
"I'm not being vulgar, dear, just expressing my jealousy. You said you were going to help me find one for myself."
"I know, Bette. And I haven't forgotten. It's just that.. .my time has been.. .I've been very busy lately and.. . . "
"And that confirms my suspicions and the rumors," Bette said with a laugh. "But, to answer your question, I would love to come to dinner tonight. George is out of town on another of his fucking business trips."
"A fucking business trip, Bette? Don't you mean a damned business trip?" Carole had no compunctions about using the word fucking in its proper context. Which wasn't to describe a business trip.
"No, I mean a fucking trip. Oh, he does some regular business when he's away, but he also does a lot of fucking. Why do you suppose men do that? Especially when they have a nice pussy at home? One who is willing and eager to do anything they could possibly want or think up?"
"I don't know, Bette. Why do men run away with younger women? That's one of the mysteries of life that doesn't seem to have an answer. Maybe it's just the idea of something different."
"A strange pussy now and then, as they like to put it? Well, all he has to do is say so. Hell, I would gladly stage a fucking orgy for him. Why doesn't the stupid shit head understand that?"
Carole was afraid that Bette was going to break down and cry. She didn't want her to become maudlin. She had to be in a good mood tonight.
"Maybe you have to tell him that," Carole said quietly. "But, let's not dwell on such distressing subjects. Think about tonight and having a nice quiet dinner with me."
"Okay. I'm sorry. I don't mean to burden you with my problems."
"It isn't a burden, Bette. I'm available as a sounding board anytime. You know that. I just don't like to see you upset."
Bette smiled faintly. Then straightened up in her chair and smiled brighter. "You're right! What time?"
"Oh, about seven. If that's not too early."
"No, that's fine."
"Good. Wear something very comfortable. We don't have to be formal, do we?"
"Not at all. I'm glad you invited me. It will give us a chance to get better acquainted."
"My thoughts exactly." Carole hoped she had hidden her true meaning.
The rest of the day passed far too slowly for Carole. She even skipped her usual routine of dragging Jordy into her office or one of the massage rooms for a quick fuck. She wanted her appetite fully whetted for the evening. And, she wanted Jordy at his full strength. If things went the way she wanted, he was going to need every ounce of stamina he could produce. She shivered with excitement and expectation as she thought about what might happen.
She briefed Jordy on his role for the evening. He took it calmly enough, after his eyebrows dropped back out of his hairline. They shot up again when she told him what she wanted him to do during dinner. He accepted everything without comment. For what she was promising him, he would walk barefoot over hot coals.
Bette arrived promptly at seven. Carole greeted her and took her into the living room.
"Do you drink martinis?" she asked as Bette sat on the sofa.
"Yep. Dry ones."
"I had these shipped in directly from the Sahara," Carole quipped. "Gently stirred, not shaken."
"Sounds super. Are we alone?"
"Oh, Jordy's around," Carole said cryptically. "He'll join us later."
"Good. I thought maybe you sent him away for the evening. I don't want to inconvenience him."
"And just why do you assume that I would have to send him away? He could have simply stayed home."
"Somehow, I have the feeling that his home is your home," Bette challenged, her eyes twinkling with mirth.
"You don't give up, do you? Okay, suppose he does live here. Why then would you assume that I would send him away for evening?"
"I don't give up and you won't give me a straight answer. I'm not being critical, Carole. He can live anywhere he damned well pleases, can't he? I mean, he is an adult. A healthy young stud with a cock like steel, but still an adult."
"Sounds as if you've checked out his cock. We'd better talk about something else." Carole sat on the other end of the couch. "Tell me about yourself. I know very little about you."
The women spent the next half-hour talking about themselves. Bette consumed three of the martinis. Carole deliberately made them strong. She didn't think Bette would object to what she had planned for the evening, but she didn't want to take a chance. She wanted Bette totally relaxed, even a bit tipsy.
"Well, let's see if dinner is ready. Jordy has been slaving in the kitchen long enough. The least we can do is eat what he's got for us."
Bette didn't seem to notice Carole's strong double meaning. "Oh, so that's where he's been all this time. Did you teach him to cook?"
"No. He already knew how. Besides, the meal isn't that complicated."
Carole escorted Bette to the dining room and seated her with her back to the kitchen door. Jordy entered, carrying their plates, already filled with food.
"I thought we'd do this just like in a restaurant," Carole said. "Hope you don't mind."
"Why should I mind?" Bette didn't pay any attention to Jordy until he set her plate in front of her. "Saves on.. . . " She looked at her plate, then at Jordy. She stopped in mid-sentence. Her mouth hung wide open. Her eyes got as big as saucers. "Oh, my God!"
Jordy stood very erect by Bette's shoulder, looking down at her. She looked at him, at Carole, then back at him. She seemed utterly mesmerized, unable to take her eyes off the young man.
"Your food is getting cold," Carole said quietly.
"Who can think of food at a time like this?" Bette croaked.
"Is something wrong?" Carole asked with fake concern. "Have you lost your appetite? I think Jordy arranged the plates to look very appetizing, don't you?"
"Carole Browner, you're a wicked little witch! Where in the world did you find that outfit?"
Jordy wore a starched white collar and black bow tie, a black cummerbund, and a white towel draped over his arm.
"Oh, I did a little slumming the other day. How do you like it?"
"It's.. .outstanding! Absolutely gorgeous!"
"I mean the outfit," Carole said, giggling deeply.
"Oh, well, that too. Does this mean what I think it does?"
"Since I can't read your mind, I'll simply say that whatever is mine is yours. For the evening. Now eat."
"What?" Bette's eyes were locked on Jordy's flaccid cock. Even limp, it hung halfway down his thigh.
"Your food, silly. That's dessert."
"Why can't I have dessert first then?" Bette said with a pout.
"Well, I suppose it won't hurt for you to check it out," Carole said. "Just to see if you're going to like it, you understand."
"like it! I already love it! Why bother with food when this is available?" Bette reached out slowly and gently curled her fingers around Jordy's cock shaft. She moved her hand slowly up and down his length, immersed in the sheer joy of handling such a long, thick hunk of cock meat. "You know," she said softly, "it escaped me why you would go for a younger man. Now I see why you chose him." She swallowed hard, her burning gaze directed at what she was holding in her hand. "This is the biggest one I've ever seen!"
"Serendipity, dear. I didn't know he was so well-hung. It is a superb specimen of manhood, isn't it?"
"It's something out of a dream!"