Chapter 26

The days of the trial were becoming more routine now.

I would rather be in a totally different atmosphere but the light at the end of the tunnel was becoming more focused with each passing day. I had to admit it was far better than being in a combat zone or getting shot at on the job, but I really missed the freedom of choosing my own clothes and going to a ball game and taking a day off if I wanted a bit of variety in my life.

I made it up with Julie by having her visit me on a conjugal visit after she discovered I had the conflicted court assigned defense take care of my loneliness in the early days of my confinement. Of course, that was in the jail and not here in the basement of the courthouse, but they still allowed it for the detainees and even for the jurors if they were sequestered longer than thirty days.

There had been a big stink recently because one of the jurors had brought in a prostitute to take care of his interrupted libido and she had bragged to the press about her little escapade at taxpayer expense. After that, they vetted the visitors to limit them to wives, girlfriends or well-meaning acquaintances willing to suffer the humiliation of being probed and searched for any reason.

Julie visited me on the thirty-first day of my confinement and her choice of nightwear was inspiring enough to make me stay awake all night filling in the void of her absentee boyfriend still overseas in an unexplained assignment that dragged on like it seemed forever.

She brought a shopping bag filled with all the makings of a sit-down dinner from soup to nuts.

It was my favorite of all time.

She had a recipe for Lasagna passed down to her by her Mama that dazzled my taste-buds.

“Julie, I certainly didn’t expect this, honey. You are spoiling me far too much.”

The slight bump was visible under her loose fitting dress. I had regrettably lost track of her place in the nine month cycle of pregnancy but estimated it to be about halfway through the cycle. It only meant that we could not be as vigorous in our love-making and neither of us found that to be a major impediment to achieving satisfaction.

Unfortunately, she arrived just as Angela was going on duty for her shift and I quickly explained that Julie was my secretary but was also an “old friend” and she was merely trying to cheer me up. I asked her to keep our relationship a secret and she didn’t like it but nodded in agreement at the same time.

I could see the start of a difficulty here because Julie saw me whispering in Angela’s pretty ear and Angela saw Julie put her arm around my neck and kiss me on my lips. It was not a secretary’s kiss. It was not a sisterly kiss. It was a kiss that spelled long time relationship from A to Z with nothing left out in between. Angela stayed outside the cell in the hallway watching the little television screen on the tabletop TV. It was so small that one had to get up close and personal with it if you wanted to really see the action.

The dinner was fabulous.

Julie had really outdone herself.

She brought a plate out for Angela in the hallway along with a glass of wine to wash it down. Poor Angela was embarrassed but she ate it up down to the last bite.

Then, much to my surprise, she invited the young deputy into our cozy little space and announced that all three of us would sleep on the gym mat because her back was killing her on the tiny cot. I saw Angela laughing and holding Julie’s hand like they were sisters out on a lark.

We all drank a little too much wine and soon we were experimenting with lots of slap and tickle resting in the horizontal on the huge mat. Fortunately, we had plenty of blankets that we could also use as pillows and in all honesty I was amazed how sensuous we had become as we shed all our clothes and became a twisted heap of naked limbs and searching hands and fingers testing the waters of three-way love.

Julie had perched on top of my hardened man-tool and her impalement was accomplished with eager enthusiasm. Angela had positioned her lovely mouth at that juncture of our sexes and was patiently lapping up our juices that were escaping from our meeting point.

My secretary was the first of us to release her sexual tension with a mind-blowing orgasm and she sank to her knees beside us as Angela and I engaged in a reciprocal sixty-nine that rewarded us both with our heart’s desire. She alternated back and forth using her long pointed tongue on our posterior openings and paused long enough to fully lick and kiss pretty Angela’s hardened nipples desperate for the attention of lips dripping with the passion of the moment.

I must admit that her tongue in my backside was enough for me to christen Angela’s heated throat with my sticky residue and my devoted Deputy guard did not let a single drop escape being swallowed down into her waiting tummy.

Poor Angela was the only one that had not arrived at a satisfactory conclusion and she hastened to go down on all fours and invite me to enter her from the rear in her favorite position. Soon I was stretching her as I entered her to the hilt and she dropped her face into Julie’s heated crotch and munched her soaking muff with a spirited bobbing head.

Finally, Angela was streaking down the homestretch to the finish line and there was no need for a photo to record her winning achievement.

I fell asleep spooning Julie and with Angela covering my back with her pulsating naked body. None of us wanted to move and we all went off to La-La Land together satiated with sexual satisfaction and feeling closer than merely two people in love.

Julie made herself scarce the next morning because she had a lot of work to do downtown in the office. I speculated that she was coming to the conclusion that her absentee boyfriend and father of her unborn child was not going to make it home before the birth and that would set her up for a lot of problems legally and emotionally in the very near future. In a way, she was in a worse situation than I was what with the incarceration and the prospect of spending some time in jail if things didn’t work out. She had her whole life revolving around the mood of her distant boyfriend and he wasn’t acting like he was ready to be a father just yet.

I didn’t want to broadcast my opinion to Julie because I knew she was on a merry-go-round of conflicting feelings that ranged from love and optimism to the depths of despair about being an unwed mother uncertain as to what name to put on the birth certificate. I knew she didn’t want to cause trouble for her young man with the military because he had already made up his mind to stay in the military and make a career of it without consulting her at all.