Chapter 4: Separation, New Careers, and New Playmates

"Ellen will be your very special assistant. She'll be your script girl, check your makeup, help you go over your lines, and keep you on schedule." Crystal smiled at me to be sure I thought I'd be taken care of, "And, of course, she'll keep you warm in bed, and she's promised to remind you that I love you even though I'm six thousand miles away." She laughed at her innuendo abd then whispered, "And I've left instructions that she's supposed to fuck you senseless at least once a day." We stood in the living room holding each other, our hips grinding together with Crystal's crotch straddling one of my legs.

I told Crystal, "I'm going to miss you like crazy. The idea of not seeing you for several months doesn't sit well with me, even with Ellen around and lots of phone calls. I don't know how to say it as you're about to leave ... well, I don't want you to think I'm changing horses in mid-stream. I love you."

Crystal interrupted and stroked my cheek, "You mean am I still aware that Ellen would like to have you all to herself? I know that. I've known that since the two of you first met, the first night we had a threesome. She's transparent about that, even open about it. She has no guile, and that's one of the reasons I love her so. I thought she might cool down by the end of last year; however, she only became more devoted and in love with you. She promises that by the time I get back nothing will have changed."

"I ... I love her too, but you ... you're my number one girl." I kissed Crystal's forehead.

"I know that too. Look, Ellen and I have gotten closer over the past three or four years. Sure, we're still sisters and we have our petty grievances with one another, but on balance we have a lot of love for each other. Couple that with the fact that we've been physical – sexual – with each other for a long time, and we have a tolerance and understanding that goes beyond what most people would expect of two sisters loving and sharing the same guy."

"Will this turn out well?" I asked, concerned about the future trajectory of things.

"Yes, I guarantee it." Crystal pulled me to her body. "All I ask is that you keep me in your life – deep in your life. I want to grow old with you being close by – real close. As we work, we'll both occasionally be pulled off in different directions to work or do something somewhere in the world. That's temporary. I'm talking about the long haul – decades and decades. Be there for me. Be there with me."

I nodded my assent, and we kissed. I said, "I promise." After a few more kisses I asked, "And, since Ellen seems to feel the same way, how do you want this to play out?" I didn't want a detailed roadmap, but if there were some rules I needed to play by while we were apart I needed to know what they were.

"I want the two of you to go off together to LA and to Central America, make a great movie, have a ball, fuck each other's brains out, even fall deeper in love, but always know that you have to save space for me in both your lives and minds. Ellen knows this. She won't shut me out, just as I wouldn't shut her out, and neither of us will shut you out. If we did that we'd know we were hurting someone we loved, and that's not our intention."

"And what about other men and women that come into our lives?" I teased.

"We've had an open relationship since we found each other. I feel we're each other's bedrock, and any others that come and go are temporary interests or fun dalliances or possibly other long-term lovers that we'll come to share together. They don't and won't interfere with what we have deep down. George Rinard is my co-star; he's the sexiest man in the world according to a dozen different magazines – next to you, of course; if I can bed him, and you can bet I'll try, I'll be a happy girl, but I'm not going to fall deeply in love with him, leave you, and end my sunset years with him."

"And what if I sleep with Jill Danes or one of the other actresses in the movie I'm doing?"

Crystal licked my neck, her tongue warm and moist. She said in a deep sexy tone, "Then you'll add another notch or two to your six shooter. Hell, fuck the entire cast and all the crew, I even encourage it." She ground her hips into mine. "I lost track of how many women you've bedded on your road trip – eighty? But as I recall you left a trail of happy faces and fulfilled women from one end of the country to the other." She chortled at the thought.

"Does it bother you that I have sex and am in love with my sister Anna and my sister-in-law Lauren?" We hadn't talked recently about my incestuous relationship, even when we were on the island down in the Caribbean. We were just there making love with everyone else constantly.

"Heck no. They're fun; I wish they were around more. I liked Mark, Anna's boyfriend too."

I laughed, "You liked taking him to the edge of total exhaustion! You were insatiable on that island and you took it out on the poor man. You even decimated Terry and me, especially when you and Lauren ganged up on me the last day."

Crystal smiled. "Want me to try again? I'm all alone now, so it'll be more of a challenge."

I leaned in and kissed her. As I did, I popped the top button on her blouse ... and then unbuttoned the next one ... and the next. Crystal worked on my shirt as well.

We weren't alone in the house. We'd just hired a cute young Russian woman, Nadia, as a house manager with duties that included cleaning, cooking, and personal errands for us. She'd take care of the property while we were away. We'd promised each other we'd try not to embarrass her with our spontaneity. That said, we did warn her about our lifestyle and dalliances. She promised us that she could be trusted and would overlook any 'mistakes' in protocol that occurred.

"What about Nadia," I asked.

"She's reading. She won't be out of her room for at least an hour."

Crystal eliminated my trousers and briefs in one strong yank down my legs. My cock bounced into view, finding further stimulation in the open air. She blew on me, and then stood to allow me to remove the last of her clothing. Our clothes were scattered around us in all directions.

Crystal and I sank onto the sofa with Crystal straddling my legs. She reached down and grabbed my shaft, using the head to stimulate herself as she rubbed it up and down her slippery gash. I could feel the heat emanating from her sex, and then the aroma wafted to me and made me want her that much more. I hardened further to a ten, and she aimed me into her vagina and slowly sank her lithe body down onto me. As her warmth enveloped me, I felt I'd hopped a fast jet to heaven. I fondled her breasts, and took time to bite and suck around each erect nipple. Crystal was excited and it showed. I pushed her globes together so I could bite at both nipples simultaneously. I knew Crystal liked that, even when I got a little rough with her.

She started to rotate her hips around my shaft, using that motion to drive me in and out of her pussy, as well as to rub the side of my shaft against her clitoris. The combination hurled both of us towards orgasms faster than any other position or activity we'd found.

"If you do that..." I started. I had the feeling I wouldn't last long anyway, but with her calculated moves she appeared to be shortening out quick fuck to only a few minutes.

"I know, and I want you to cum inside me again and again. Fill me. Carrying your juice reminds me how much I love you. Maybe I can carry it all the way to Europe and around with me all the months I'm making a movie."

"You carrying my juice reminds me how much you love me. My sharing it with you is my gift of love to you." I didn't try to use any of my Tantric techniques to extend our union; I made a mental note to reengage using all of those techniques with my partners. I came about ten minutes after we started. Crystal came. We were jerky together as our bodies shuddered in response to our orgasms.

Crystal leaned forward and allowed me to cuddle her nude body. I loved the feel of her full breasts against my bare chest with her hard nipples digging into my skin, particularly as my shaft softened and slowly slipped from her slippery tunnel millimeter by millimeter.

Just as I slipped all the way out of Crystal, I saw Nadia cross the room towards us. She wore a tight top, and I could see her erect nipples against the thin material; below the waist she wore a miniskirt that revealed her shapely legs and one of the most perfect little asses I'd ever seen. Nadia carried two washcloths, but also looked a little disheveled. I was sure she'd been masturbating as she'd watched us. She knelt behind Crystal and out of my line of sight, but only for a moment. I felt her grab my deflated cock, and pop it into her mouth. The stimulation she provided was almost too much coming right on the heels of my climax in Crystal's tight tunnel. She was thorough and brief; she'd cleaned all the sexual juices from me. I felt a warm washcloth encase my shaft – another heavenly sensation. The temperature was perfect for the job.

Nadia nudged Crystal until she rolled off of me to the side so she was sitting on the sofa with her pussy hanging over the edge of the cushions facing our new housekeeper. So far, no words had been spoken; all our moves had been with a look or gesture. I watched as Nadia lowered her head to Crystal's cunt, tongue extended. Surprised beyond belief, Crystal and I kept glancing at each other and watching her suck my juices away from where I'd deposited them; she used her fingers inside Crystal to accelerate the collection of my fluid. Crystal gradually moaned in the renewed pleasure and stroked Nadia's hair in an encouraging way. When Nadia was done, she pulled away, and carefully applied a warm washcloth to Crystal's gash. Crystal moaned again at the attention to her overheated cunt. Crystal and I kept looking at each other as though the other had arranged this.

Nadia's face glistened with the remnants of my love making with Crystal. We looked at her, and I was at a loss for words. We hadn't anticipated anything like this.

Nadia stood and in her cute Russian accent said, "I watch you. I ... play with self ... you were so much hot. I had a nice cumming too just before you did, and then I realize you would be messy from your cummings so I decided I would help clean you both from your loving."

Crystal tried to say something, "Errr, Nadia, we didn't expect..."

Nadia interrupted, "Oh, not to worry, I will not be doing this all the time ... unless you wish – I do not mind at all, in fact I enjoy this very much. You both taste very good. Just today it felt like something I must do for you each. I know this duty are not required, but I like that it is OK fine with me. Thank you allowing me to participate a little. I like you each so much, and something such as this can be my way to show that feeling to you."

With that she turned, and slowly walked out of the room twirling a washcloth in each hand. She did have a really nice ass, and I could swear there was an extra wiggle there I hadn't seen before.

Crystal added with a smirk, "If you tap that while I'm away that's okay, but please don't do something that will make her leave. Good help is so hard to find – and after that I have a feeling that she'll be the best we'll ever find."

Crystal left Nashville about seven-thirty the next morning. Her eighteen hour travel itinerary took her to New York, and then directly to a landing in Paris. Crystal got VIP treatment: not only a first class seat, but also a private lounge area at each airport to shield her from the general public. Further, the flight crew had special instructions about how to keep her from being hassled on her trans-Atlantic trip. They did this routinely for other stars and famous people.

To create some excitement over the film she'd be doing in Europe, Terry arranged for her to be met by one of his friends who had orchestrated a press conference for her at the Charles de Gaulle Airport, complete with a bevy of foreign photographers. I knew she'd handle it well; she always did.

We had a teary goodbye before she left the Nashville lounge area. I stayed at a window watching until the plane had left the gate and taxied out of sight. Unrecognized, I made my way back through the airport to the limo we'd taken to the airport for the trip back to Crystal's home.

Back at the house, I had enough work for two months that I had to do in one. I had a movie script I had to wear like a comfortable shoe, becoming the character in the story I would portray starting in another month. Terry also wanted a new album from me to go with the movie Pressure Limit; thus, he'd given me about twenty songs I had to work through to see which ones I felt might fit a movie album. Sony had saved a couple from the many songs we rehearsed leading up to the release of Crystal and my album, The Naked Truth, so I wasn't starting from scratch.

I read more effectively in the morning, so I studied the movie script in the a.m. after my morning run and meditation time. In the afternoon, I worked on the songs in the studio we'd built in the lower part of the house, usually alone but on a couple of days with Cal Jennings, our regular keyboard player who'd drive out to work with me. I'd learned enough about the studio electronics to be able to play Terry's musical accompaniments when alone without deafening everyone in the neighborhood or cracking the walls.

At six o'clock the day after Crystal left for Europe, the studio door opened and Nadia appeared. She carried a small tray with a glass of wine, a glass of ice she knew I would add to the wine, and a small plate of cheese and crackers.

"Mr. Jim Mellon, I can serve dinner any time you like after a half hour. Just let me know. And if there is anything else you would like – anything – please let me know and I will be glad to be of service." I felt there were sexual overtones to her statement, particularly in her emphasis on the word anything. I think she knew more English than she let on.

Nadia gave me a warmer than usual smile, and sashayed out of the studio, again with that extra wiggle of her fine looking butt. After she was gone, I had to adjust myself in my pants, and it took me a minute to regain my concentration. I wandered towards the kitchen about eight o'clock, more typically the time Crystal and I ate dinner. Nadia was on a stool reading a book as I came into the room. She jumped to attention beside her tall stool and awaited instructions.

In a relaxed voice I said, "Nadia, please don't do that when I come in a room. Relax a little. This is not a military academy. I am your friend not your commander or master. Can you pour us both some wine? I hope you'll join me."

She relaxed a little, her shoulders dropping from their rigid posture. She visibly checked with me to be sure I was serious with the offer of a glass of wine. I nodded at the open bottle and smiled at her as I slid onto the tall stool on the other side of the tall table from where she'd been reading. I watched her get a second glass, pour us both a few ounces, and then she joined me at the high table. This was only the third opportunity when I'd had time to get her talking about her life in Russia before she came to the United States. After we talked a bit, she assembled two plates of food for us, and served both of us, as I requested, at the table in the kitchen.

I could tell she thought it unusual the master of the house wanted to eat with her. I knew I was her employer, but I also didn't think that gave me privileges over her in some way. We each had different jobs to do, and I hoped we could be friends. I liked the cute woman, and hoped we could get closer since she'd done clean up duty three days prior.

Dinner slipped away, and so did the rest of the wine and part of another bottle. As the time passed, Nadia loosened up, and soon we were laughing and having fun sharing stories about ourselves. She was amazed at my humble roots, and didn't know until I told her about my sudden rise to fame. She also hadn't known that Crystal came from a plain and unprivileged existence life.

I guess it was ten or so, when I decided I would take a shower before bed. I had another long day following this one. I thanked Nadia for dinner and the company, and walked over to the master bedroom wing of the house.

I stripped and sauntered into our luxurious shower. I turned on all of the jets, opting to experience a full body wash from head to toe, a truly sensuous experience. After a total soak, I lathered up, rinsed, and as the last of the suds left my body I felt a pair of feminine hands start to scrub my back with a loofah.

I tried not to react with shock. I turned slowly to take in Nadia's adorable nude body: a magnificent visual study in sexuality – a perfect ass – firm and ripe, trim shapely legs, a flat tummy, and full and excited breasts. Nadia gave me a seductive smile, and pulled my head down to kiss her.

"The kiss is from Miss Lee – Crystal. She asked me to take care of you whenever I wanted ... and I want right now and rest of month you here. She told me to kiss you many many times, and I like that idea. I also take care of you whenever you want; she said was OK and fine, and that she even liked that I do this." She kissed me again and rubbed her tits against my chest.

She kissed me again, and this time I kissed back, our wet, slippery, naked bodies sliding together. I felt her small hands gently fondle my prick and balls as she looked up at me so we could kiss. There was innocence to her touch, something I'd have to ask her about sometime. I swelled rapidly as she held me in her hands.

Nadia washed me completely from head to toes again. She allowed me to return the favor to her, a pleasure as I got to run my hands over every inch of her tight body including that magnificent bubble butt where I left many kisses. When we were through, she produced two warm towels and dried me in a most seductive manner. I returned that favor too.

She pulled me to the bed, and had me lie face down. She massaged me, a skill I never knew she had. Part of the time, she straddled my body so she had greater leverage in her massage strokes. In that position as she moved around my legs or straddled my back, I could often feel the tuft of pubic hair on my skin that I'd discovered she had around her pussy. After a few minutes, she had me roll onto my back, a pleasure I wanted dearly so that I could watch her sexy body move above and around me.

After she touched each muscle group in her massage, she positioned herself to fellate me. Her small mouth encircled the head of my cock, and she worked me deeper and deeper into her mouth and throat. As she did, more blood surged into my cock from all directions in my body.

As I reached that stage of ready erectness I call a perfect "10", Nadia moved up and kissed me with passion and tongue.

"Nadia, I want to taste you – to eat your pussy."

Without a word, she spun around and straddled my head so her pussy and her fabulous ass hovered over my face. I actually salivated at the prospect of being intimately involved with both. She went back to her blowjob in our sixty-nine position. I started to apply some of my Tantric techniques so I didn't rush to a premature orgasm without her coming with me.

I pulled Nadia's hips down slightly to my mouth and tongue, lapping wildly at the lips of her labia, and then the engorged flaps of skin surrounding her vaginal opening. I thrust my tongue in and out of her visible hole, actually running my tongue around the edge of her vaginal opening. Nadia's lubrication started to flow and it tasted like some exotic cocktail with an aroma you know will stay with you for a long time as a memory of the event. I savored every drop of her moisture as her body responded to my attentions.

Nadia hummed around my cock as she brought me deeper and deeper into her mouth. I could feel the drips of drool and my pre-cum on my legs as she played her oral games. Several times she slammed her head and throat down on my cock in a rapid gesture, taking every inch of me until her head could go no further. I marveled at how someone so compact could take in such a mass of man meat. She kneaded, caressed, and squeezed my rapidly swelling testes too, occasionally gasping for breath when she tried to do more than her oxygen allowed. I frequently writhed beneath her in response to some move she made.

I had been holding her hips with my hands as I drove my tongue into her heat and lapped at her fluids, and then I decided to reach beneath her and find her breasts. With each hand I held a breast, stroked and then pinched her nipples. I heard and felt the sharp intake of breath as I pinched, careful to not overdo it.

"Harder. Really hard, please," Nadia panted.

I obeyed her command, twisting and turning her significant nipples in my hands. Although awkward, I slapped her breasts several times.

In the sixty-nine position Nadia had adopted, she continued to make love to my cock and ball sack but now with renewed vigor. All the time her hands were in constant motion, fondling and stroking, even rubbing up and down my thighs and my abdomen with her finger nails to entice me further. Her mouth was magic, and I couldn't imagine another action she could take to bring me more pleasure.

When she took my cock into her mouth and down her throat again, I knew I wouldn't last long with her expert ministrations. I asked her, "How do you want us to cum? If you keep doing that, I'll get messy again –maybe in your mouth." I thought of the time a few days earlier, when Nadia had shown up as Crystal and I made love on the living room sofa; she'd cleaned me with her mouth and done the same to Crystal.

Nadia answered looking over her shoulder, "I will do whatever you prefer, but my own preference, at least for tonight, is to have your beautiful cock inside me – in my pussy deep. I want to feel you cum in me."

I gestured for her to turn around. As she did I asked, "Birth control?"

She smiled and said, "I take special pill every day."

The next I knew, Nadia was in my arms and we were kissing passionately again. I rolled us over so I was on top, and she directed my erection to her open hole – the same hole my tongue had ringed only moments earlier.

I thrust forward, and met unexpected resistance at the tightness of her channel, even though she appeared well lubricated. She pushed up into me hard as I pushed down, and I bottomed out inside her.

"You make me so full with your cock, Mr. Mellon," she said with a happy smile.

I chuckled, "I would prefer you always call me Jim, especially as I make love to you." Nadia smiled and nodded; this was what she'd wanted.

"Please move faster and do me harder. I cum better that way," she instructed. I follow directions well. Nadia reached down and stroked my cock even as I pistoned in and out of her small body. When she wasn't touching me, she rubbed frantically at her clit, a move I found erotic and intensely personal.

I regained control of my sexual urges, and I held off despite my aggressive pounding into her small body. I waited for her to get near her own climax.

"Oh, Jim, I ... I have big peak coming any second." Nadia wrapped her legs around my back and pulled me into her as she crested. I paused in my pumping so she could savor the orgasm. As her back un-arched, I started again – hard and fast. She looked up at me with a grin that clearly signaled 'now' was my time, but I held off by calling on my control.

Nadia came again two minutes later, with a look of surprise on her face that dissolved into one of pure pleasure and bliss. I again steeled myself so I could rapidly begin again. Two more cycles like that, and Nadia seemed to enter a state of orgasm the same way my sister had when we made love on that Caribbean island. She writhed and twisted and groaned and moaned and kissed me passionately anywhere she could because she was lost in one long continuous climax that rippled back and forth through her small body. These Tantric techniques were what my dear friend Kim had taught me during my road trip as we went from North Carolina to her home in Florida.

Eventually, Nadia pleaded, "Please cum in me; please put your semen swimmers in me. I am not sure I can continue as you are. I become like a wet dishes rag. I want to feel you eject in me and then kiss me a lot." She pulled me into a kiss.

I leaned in and kissed her, driving my tongue to meet hers as she responded in kind. I thought what a hot little number she'd turned into. I pumped and again felt her rising to a high crest. This time I allowed myself the pleasure of the orgasm I'd been holding at bay. The pleasure washed through me as I sank my cock deep inside her pussy with a final hard thrust. I jetted about a dozen times, my fluid flooding her small chamber and oozing out beside my cock.

"I feel you cumming," Nadia said excitedly in a joyful tone. "I can feel your sperm hitting the inside of me. It is unusual and so pleasurable. I like it; you are powerful cummer. We must do this more often, like many times each day." She clutched me to her as the last of my jets surged into her body.

I rolled us to our sides, remaining inside her as I liked to do, and then I could stroke her body, including that magnificent ass and her fabulous tits. She rubbed her hands all over me as well, and, of course, our mouths sought each other out as we repeatedly kissed and tongued each other. I think I was asleep when I slid from her body. I remember the warmth of her chest as she cradled my head and petted my hair. I could feel an erect nipple against my cheek, and then the darkness of an idyllic dreamland overtook my consciousness. I have to say, I felt loved.

I awoke alone in the morning, a ray of sunlight visible from the edge of the window blinds. I dressed in my running togs, enjoying as I did the sexual aroma I could smell from my cock and from around my face. I found Nadia in the kitchen, dressed and neat as a pin. She gave me a huge smile, yet I could tell there was some uncertainty about how to interact with me now that we'd had sex.

I walked up to her, wrapped my arms around her, and kissed her on the forehead. I told her, "Last night was very special for me and I hope it was for you as well. We shared something special. I would like to do it again, but only as often as you are interested."

I looked at Nadia and she was nodding enthusiastically. She responded, "I would like to do it all the time, every day." She smiled broadly. In her cute Russian accent, she said, "I like sex ... with you. No one has ever made me cum like you did – over and over. I did not know that I could do that; that my body would work that way. You made it do that." She swooned.

She whisked out of my arms and to the range. Seconds later with obvious effort to please, she produced a plate of eggs and bacon for me. She aimed me at the kitchen counter, so I sat and started to eat although normally I didn't eat until after I ran and showered.

Nadia said softly, "I ate earlier. I couldn't sleep I was so excited over what you did to me – for me – for us." She laughed, "I am ruined for all other lovers that come along that are not like you."

I gave her a somewhat disapproving glance. I didn't suddenly want another woman madly in love with me.

"Oh, Mr. Mist ... err, Jim, do not worry. I know you have other lovers – Crystal and Miss Ellen. Miss Crystal tell me you have other friends and make new friends easily – friends that you have sex with. I will respect your time with them, and if you want some variety I can be available to play with you both. I do, how do you say, I go both ways is what Miss Crystal called it." She smiled tentatively, until I nodded in understanding.

I just let the conversation die, finished breakfast, and took a light jog for an hour plus my stop for a meditation. At home, I took a shower, and then started reading the script again for the tenth time.

About noon Crystal called from Paris. Nadia came and got me to tell me to pick up the phone. Crystal said, "Hi, Lover. Did you enjoy the little present I left you?"

"Why, what little present might that be?" I asked in a playful tone.

"I think her name is Nadia. She really likes you and confessed her passion for you to me. I just nudged things along before I left."

"Well, we had a special evening last night, but you probably already know that. I heard the phone ring ten minutes ago before Nadia came and told me you were on the line."

"Girls share. What can I say? She wanted to share, and she described the experience as completely mind blowing. Apparently, you gave more orgasms last night than the sum of all the others she's ever had. She liked that." Crystal giggled at her understatement.

"Did she tell you she goes both ways?"

"Yes, back when I was about to leave. How interesting. I might have guessed that from the way she cleaned me up the other day. I'll have to see about that when I get back." She laughed. "Oh, I talked to Ellen a little while ago, and she'll be staying at the house this weekend. I think she wants some of your time too."

I told her, "Nadia told me she knew I had an intimate relationship with Miss Ellen. She also told me she was available to play with the two of us if we wished."