Traffic Girl: Stephanie
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Chapter 7
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 7 - John and his girls are back again. After a focus on new business endeavors, they are plunged back into the world of raucous partying and sexual experimentation. See which temptations they succumb to this time. This is a long, interconnected story that is full of sex, heavy partying, polyamory, and the occasional wife stealing.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Sharing Wife Watching Incest Light Bond Rough Gang Bang Group Sex Harem Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Oral Sex Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Public Sex Smoking Slow
Author’s Note: I am so sincerely apologetic about how long it’s taken between chapters. There’s a good reason. I haven’t been wholly unproductive. I’ve actually been collaborating on a fun new thing called The Side Project with the immensely talented canairs90s. If you like Traffic Girl, check it out. I think you’ll love The Side Project. With all that going on, it took some time to come back and reconnect with the Traffic Girl characters. I’ve got what I think and hope is a great vision for the rest of this book, though, and this plot chapter will kick that off. Let me know what you think.
Waking up the day after the Oscars could have been torturous. But we slept late. It was one o’clock before I finally cracked open my eyes. I had been having an exquisite dream. But when I wiped the sleep away, I realized it wasn’t a dream at all. Kat and Jess were on either side of me, kissing my ears, cheeks, and neck.
“Good morning, sleepy daddy,” Kat said. Her voice had the raw edge of a night of hard partying.
“This is by far the best part of waking up,” I said.
“I feel like we barely got to see you last night, baby,” Jess said, her corn silk hair dancing across my cheek.
“I bet you girls were as busy as I was,” I said playfully, finally entering reality from my deep sleep. “Want to tell me about it?”
“Do you want to hear, daddy?” Kat asked, and I felt her warm hand slide over my thigh and settle on my crotch, which stirred.
“Always,” I said.
Jess continued to kiss my neck while Kat told me about her Oscars party escapades.
“I was a very bad Kitty Kat last night,” Kat said, her fingers slowly tracing my cock, teasing it. “Ryan brought a new friend to meet me. He’s going to co-star in his next movie. His name is Cole, and he is maybe even hotter than Ryan.”
“He has a gorgeous trouser snake,” Jess chimed in with a laugh.
“Gorgeous and large,” Kat said, her words dripping and sultry. “I was in fucking heaven. Cole is young, but that man knows anal. I was so shocked in such a good way.” She bit her lower lip before continuing. “I think you might have yourself a protege, daddy. I’m not kidding. He was that good. Oh, and he cums like he’s carrying a reservoir in his balls. My god, I got two loads, and I swear he shot enough sperm to make Rita be like, okay, I can be satiated.”
She laughed and kissed me, stroking my cock and feeling my increasing hardness.
“I wish I could have seen that,” I said and meant it.
“Don’t worry, daddy,” Kat assured me. “You will. I will definitely be seeing Cole again. And, I mean, Ryan is Ryan. I always like seeing Ryan.” She laughed again.
“Tell me more about it,” I said. “I’m intrigued by the new guy. I’m not sure I like the idea of a young guy already knowing how to fuck your ass properly.”
“There was nothing proper about it,” Kat said. She settled on my chest, so her eyes could stare straight into mine. “I was just getting to know them over a couple drinks and letting them play with me a little in the bedroom when Rita arrived. Ryan wanted to do bumps off her boobs, of course. And after he did? Well, she might have helped me with a booty bump, and that got me really flying.”
Jess covered my mouth with a kiss, then moved back to my neck and ears.
“You are married to such sluts,” she whispered.
“That makes me think you’ve got something to tell me, Jess,” I said and ran a hand through her hair.
“I can’t remember anything,” she said and laughed.
“You should tell him, Jess,” Kat said, her voice turning a bit more serious. It made my heart lodge in my throat briefly. This might be bad.
“Kat!” Jess squeaked. “You’re so bad!”
“You can tell me,” I said, trying to sound reassuring despite my spiking blood pressure.
“Oh, god, fine!” Jess said and laughed. “So I ended up with Bryce at the end of the night. Well, Shelly and I had bumped into each other in the kitchen when we were both going to do lines. And she had Jamie with her, and she mentioned that Bryce was about to come back from the bathroom, and maybe we should all go play together. I mean, a couple more lines of coke was just going to make me horny, so I figured, what the heck?”
Jess talked so fast, I wondered if she had already hit the coke that morning.
“Jess,” Kat said plaintively. “Tell. Him.”
I looked at Jess, and her blue eyes penetrated me. There was something significant to tell me. At least, significant to her. I could feel it.
“Okay, I’ll cut to the chase,” Jess said. She had a dangerous look in her eyes. It was something unique to her, and seeing it always increased my heart rate. “Shelly and I decided to let Bryce and Jamie take turns with us. It was pretty sexy, I won’t lie. They loved it. They loved it even more when we would switch, clean off their dicks, and get back on all fours.”
She stopped briefly to laugh, and I saw something more serious flash across her face.
“At one point, though,” she continued, “I realized Johnny was watching from the doorway. Just standing there.”
“Get to the good part, Jess,” Kat prodded.
Jess took a deep breath and said, “I made eye contact with him, and he made a motion. Like, you know, like he wanted to come in and join. And I just shook my head. I mouthed back that he could watch. I thought he’d get that I was joking and just join in, but he didn’t. He almost looked hurt for a second and like he might storm off.”
“I love this part,” Kat said.
“But he didn’t,” Jess said. “He didn’t move at all. He stood there and watched. He looked like a little puppy. I swear I thought he was just going to start jacking off.”
“Interesting,” I said, letting the narrative sink in.
“I think someone is having trouble adapting to his new, shall we say, position in life,” Kat said.
“He’s having a very hard time,” Jess said, words laced in sympathy.
“This is why you always have to be nice,” Kat added.
“We’ve been through that,” Jess said, a touch of acidity in her words. “And you know I agree with you.”
“I’m just saying,” Kat said and rolled her eyes.
They had stopped teasing me. This was a full-blown conversation now. So I suggested we go to the kitchen and make coffee. Rita and Katie were still asleep. It might have been odd to wake up in the early afternoon and go make coffee like it was daybreak, but sometimes we got so caught up in the whirlwind of our lives that time legitimately meant nothing.
“I’m going to say something,” I said, feeling the warmth seep through the coffee mug. “And I don’t want to offend you, Jess.”
“I’m not sure we have that capacity anymore, John,” she said.
I looked at her. She smiled. A warm smile. One that packed years of hard-earned experience into it.
“It’s about time Johnny got knocked down a couple notches,” I said. “Feels like his whole life has been one entitlement after another.”
“Don’t hold back, babe,” Jess said.
“All I’m saying,” I said, “is this injury is the first real challenge he’s ever faced. Adversity is good for people.”
“Spoken with the voice of true experience,” Kat chimed in.
“I get it,” Jess chimed in. “Johnny never did much to elicit sympathy.”
“He did a lot to elicit antipathy,” I said, too much bitterness entering the words.
Jess just looked at me. She didn’t have to say anything.
“I know,” I said. “What do you want to say?”
“I don’t know,” Jess said. “I’m not sure yet. But I should probably talk to Mel.”
“I swear to god,” Katie said, “I would have gotten into music one way or another. I could have been a drum. I’m made to be pounded.”
Stephanie laughed. A rich, genuine laugh. It was just impossible to miss. She had become comfortable in our little group.
“I loved the way that sounded,” Stephanie said.
“Daddy!” Katie said when she spotted me.
She stood up from the grand piano that had taken over the parlor in our house, the late afternoon sun slashing across a few pieces of scratch paper that floated to the floor when she moved. Katie kissed me, her mouth a familiar taste of strawberry lip gloss and bitter cocaine. Her pupils were dilated, and there was a powerful confidence emanating from her after a long day of composing.
“I think I’ve got a better song to fill out the new album,” she said, her eyes dancing.
“It’s really good, John,” Stephanie chimed in. “Really good.”
Stephanie was high, too. I smiled at her, and the crescent curve of her own enveloped the room in warmth. She had an effortless way of showing off her white teeth, pushing her cheeks up so far to make them look like apples.
“Can I play it for you, daddy?” Katie said.