Chapter 20

The tour headed north. Vienna, Berlin, Prague, Warsaw. Staying three days each. Then the main cities in Scandinavia where Eddie was particularly popular. Eddie appeared on talk shows and/or concert shows in each. Full houses. Rachel even booked a second show in Helsinki.

“Russians love you too,” Rachel explained to Eddie. “It’s the closest venue. We should have booked Moscow.”

“Next time,” Eddie said.

London was next, where they stopped for a week and a day MIRE appearing on Jools Holland’s show twice, the second backing Rhonda. Not the main reason for the longer stay.

Rest was part of it. Ginny’s choral group also had a few gigs in college towns. Going all the way up to Edinburgh.

Also all his wives except Essie but including Moe and Chandi met him there. Only Joanne remained home with Essie. Another surprise, and Rachel knew, because she managed to find the biggest bed available for them.

Almost every night Joe slept with his wives. Consuela joined them some nights. After the first night. Of the three nights away from them, two were with Katrina. One with just the two of them, and the other with Eddie and Rachel. Joe was with Rachel for most of it, with Eddie fucking Katrina. Only after Eddie joined Joe, double penetrating Rachel, did Katrina express her desire to be with Joe.

“Could we go to my room?” she asked shyly while Rachel went to the toilet.

“Are you okay?” Joe asked her.

“I don’t know.”

“I’ll join Rachel in the bath,” Eddie said.

So Joe and Katrina dressed. He followed her to her room. When she shut the door behind them, she hugged him.

“Let me clean myself off and I’ll join you in bed,” Joe suggested.

“Okay.”

When he finished cleaning his penis, he found her under the covers. Pulling them back, she revealed she was naked. Joe removed his clothes and slipped under the covers. She rested on him.

“Tell me,” he asked gently.

“Didn’t that hurt her?” she murmured.

“Some. But it’s what she wants.”

“Why?”

“It’s a long story.”

“Could you tell me?”

“Yes. First you should know anal doesn’t have to be like that. If you’re careful, well lubed and make sure the person you’re with is opened and relaxed.”

“It hurt me.”

“José?”

“Yes.”

“The machine José?”

“I asked him to take it slow. He did until he didn’t.”

“What about with Stuart?”

“Stuart does him.”

“Probably a good choice, made from a bad experience.”

“Yeah. He does slow down when I ask him too, but...”

“It was too late.”

“I’m not sure I want to try it. Even if you’re gentle.”

“You don’t need to do anything with me you’re not comfortable with.”

“It seems your women like it.”

“It isn’t a requirement, Katrina. Honestly. There’s an added intensity. Perhaps the naughtiness. But I prefer making love the normal way.”

“Do you?”

“Yes. Maybe it’s a paradox. A woman allowing me to enter her rectum shows a lot of trust. So there’s obviously that intimacy. But it never feels as intimate as it does when you receive my erection into your vagina. Perhaps because it’s a more receptive place. Once the juices flow, it only feels good. Both of us making each other feel good.

“In a way it’s like when someone takes my cock into her throat. I can’t imagine it’s ever all that comfortable. They do it to get the reaction. Because it does feel amazing.”

“And anal feels amazing?”

“It’s tighter I suppose. And if the woman stimulates herself or I stimulate her, it can add to the intensity for her. At the same time, unlike the vagina, it’s not designed for fucking. No juices to ease the friction. So it really isn’t better. Just different.”

“In a way it’s not fair.”

“What’s not fair?”

“The jutting, aggressive male member and the receptive, passive female. I mean, I don’t mind sucking you. Like you said, there’s joy in giving you such pleasure. But a cock can be a weapon. It can make you gag, or worse. Or damage places not prepared for it. A female can’t be like that. When you pleasure me, especially with your tongue, it’s not so much of a sacrifice, is it?”

“Not even a little. I love going down on women. I love pussy. Just like I love the feel of breasts, or suckling a nipple hard. Women thrill me, and thrilling them thrills me more.”

“I guess that’s true for me as well. Sucking a cock to hardness is pretty amazing. But there’s always that potential for harm.”

“The closest I’ve come to harm is when a woman gets completely lost in her orgasm and nearly suffocates me when she doesn’t want to let my mouth escape.”

“Death by pussy,” she giggled.

He laughed with her. “Being a woman definitely has its disadvantages. Dealing with periods is a major one. And pregnancy. I mean, it’s absolutely amazing to have this human being gestate, to grow from two cells meeting to this ... person. But having been around several pregnancies, I’m well aware of the many sacrifices. In so many ways, more curse than gift. And yet it is a gift, miraculous despite it being common to all of us. We all were once growing inside for nine months.

“The advantages? Multiple orgasms?”

“You would choose that,” she smirked.

“I live for it,” he chuckled. “I don’t know if it’s an advantage, it is for the parents, but girls are easier to raise. Quieter. More receptive. More aware. I think it’s the sexual directional thing. Passive internal as opposed to aggressive external.”

“Being more aware to be warier.”

“Or wiser. Perhaps the historical domination of men, keeping women down to the point of slavery, is their protection for their fragile ego from the better person.”

“Protecting the woman as well. The warrior thing.”

“External protection. While the woman guards the hearth, the interior. Protecting her offspring.”

“Home as womb. But then there’s the differences between them. The harsh outside as opposed to the tender middle. Attack rather than defense. The way the man gets off so quickly, not even aware the woman needs time and tenderness to get such enjoyment. Or not caring.”

“Empathy. A feminine trait.”

“I suppose it would need to be for a mother.”

“Do you think the woman understands the man more than the man understands her?” Joe asked.

“And suffers for his immediate gratification. So as not to insult her warrior. Her breadwinner. Her keeper. Let him have his place. Or perhaps the man really has all the power. His physical strength. To let him have his orgasm so as not to make things worse for her.”

“Sounds like some of those extreme feminists. Sex is rape.”

“Perhaps it has been. That lack of understanding of a woman’s need. Or just not caring. But where is love in that? Making love? I have to think the Casanova’s of the world, or the Joe’s of the world are the ones who realized how grateful a woman is to be brought not just to orgasm, but multiple orgasms. To be willing slaves to the cock or tongue who provides them, just so that they can have that experience again.”

“I don’t know if I want to be compared to Casanova,” Joe chuckled.

“Why not?”

“Because he tended to go after married women.”

“During a time when they probably got little joy from the men they married. Probably made to marry.”

“I’ll give you that.”

“You never had a married lover? What about Alex?”

“I have. Alejandra is one of a few, to tell the truth. I could say the husband is at least aware, but even that hasn’t always been the case. Though eventually they find out, and it doesn’t become some desperate, life threatening adventure when they do.”

“What do they do? Forgive you?”

“It’s more complicated than that. In Al’s case, I think it’s indifference. There was a time when those two loved each other, and their marriage bed was where they expressed it. But that was years ago. Al has always had lovers on the side. Mostly young men, but also the occasional maid, or just someone who fits who he desires. Someone who looks like you, to be blunt. But Alejandra wasn’t allowed such freedom I don’t think. Only when he lost his interest in her. Or finally gave her some slack when her frustrations created a bitter and angry woman.”

“Like a pet given a treat.”

“Exactly. From what Lizabeth said, even that didn’t really make her happy. She needed someone who thoroughly appreciated her.”

“And gave her multiple orgasms,” Katrina giggled.

“That too. For me, it’s all about empathy, that most feminine characteristic. I care about the women I’m with. I see their frustrations, and do all I can to allay them. To love them.”

“And the other married women?”

“Maria, who’s been my lover off and on for many years, married a man who cheated on her regularly and would come home and ignore her. At least sexually. This extremely sensual woman. It was quite the id release when we first made love. Still is actually. That first time was behind his back. But by the next day, she made sure he knew. And why. He even started to appreciate her. To be her lover. But...”

“He wasn’t you.”

“No. She loved him. Loved him through all the shit he did. But she didn’t find him all that attractive anymore. I still think they made love sometimes.”

“She never said?”

“No. Then he hit on Rhonda, and that was the final straw.”

“Lesbian Rhonda?”

“Yes. I don’t know if she let him know. But even then, he’d had an assistant who defended herself from his advances by claiming she was a lesbian.”

“She wasn’t.”

“Mostly. But bisexual.”

“One of your lovers?”

“Yes. The only married woman I regretted was my first girlfriend. She wasn’t married, but had a fiancé when she almost raped me. And we had a couple flings after she married. She claimed that her husband was okay with it. It turns out he was. He was also having an affair with my mother.”

“No shit?”

“No shit. And Frederica was okay with that. I think of all the women I’ve known, she’s the most confusing. When we were together, I thought she was this honest, sweet girl. Turns out she can be a manipulative bitch. As bad as Rachel.”

“Rachel.”

“I didn’t forget.”

“Why hurt her?”

“Because it’s what she wants. It really is a long story.”

“Tell me. I’m still a little freaked out.”

“I know. I sensed you weren’t interested in anal sex. In fact it was pretty obvious. Those dates we had with Eddie and Ginny, I let them know it shouldn’t be part of the agenda. But with Rachel, maybe it was a mistake. But I haven’t been attending to her needs...”

“What does that mean?”

“Okay. I’ll start from the beginning. I was a senior in high school. Finally no longer a virgin. I began my relationship with Frederica, but even before that, I was with Belle and Eddie.”

“I thought Belle was a lesbian.”

“Almost exclusively. Eddie performing has an effect on females. As you well know.”

“Yes.”

“Part of the confluence that let you see how I am with Rachel. You wanted Eddie. Rachel wanted me.”

“The way I am with Eddie is so completely different from the way I am with you.”

“I know.”

“I just need to fuck him and his thick cock.”

“I know. At the very beginning, when Eddie and I first began the Monsters, it was there. That seductive presence. Belle needed Eddie, despite her inclinations. I have a theory about why that might be, but maybe some other time.”

“Tell me.”

“It’s actually not my theory, or it was generated by one of Eddie’s and my best friends. She had a vision watching him. That he was actually a sad and crazy girl. I think there’s something feminine in his stage presence. Something that opens women up to him.”

“And he’s incredibly sexy.”

“That too,” Joe laughed. “Anyway, after our little threesome, Rachel came to see us. This was before we ever took the stage. Friends would come to our rehearsals sometimes. Our drummer was a friend of hers. The proverbial friends with benefits. Rachel was one of those girls in high school who seemed way beyond our league. Maybe even the most untouchable. For some reason she focused on Belle.”

“Is she bi?”

“Not exactly. But she loves cunnilingus. I mean she loves it done to her, not the other way around. Rachel must have figured Belle would know what to do. But maybe there was more to it. More of Rachel’s manipulative ways. I don’t know how she would have known, but perhaps someone told her about the threesome. And for some reason, it wasn’t Eddie she wanted. But me. Because that’s what happened. I found her and Belle making out down in Eddie’s basement which was where we rehearsed. I ended up fucking Belle.”

“Not Rachel?”

“No. There was a joke we used, Belle and I. She was a lesbian who liked cock, but if it could be imagined to be a woman’s, so much the better. It was actually Eddie she imagined when I fucked her, but that was an exception. Rachel in the basement and for a little while later Frederica were the ones she saw while I fucked her. She ended up being part of my relationship with Frederica, and that illusion mostly held.

“Belle of course couldn’t believe her luck. This hot blonde wanted her. Not long after that, Eddie’s girlfriend, who is actually Frederica’s identical twin, convinced Eddie to kick Belle out of the band.”

“So a cunt.”

“Yes. Belle ended up going to Rachel’s for consoling. Again who knows if Rachel made it happen somehow, but she knew Belle was as close as Eddie to me, so it sort of makes sense. Anyway, I found out Belle was with Rachel when I wanted to see her after she got fired. Rachel invited Freddy and me to her room. I ended up fucking Rachel, and it clicked. That was her intent all along.”

“This girl who you thought was beyond your league?”

“I know. Maybe because Belle told her I had a talented tongue. Maybe she fell in love with my cock that first time when I fucked Belle. Maybe she just had a yen for me.”

“If she was so hot, why not just be direct about it?”

“Because I wasn’t in her league? Part of the wrong group in high school? Because I didn’t ask? But the way she drew me in was so her. Using Belle at her most vulnerable. But, to be vulgar, she was the worst fuck I ever had.”

“Really?”

“Really. Not that I had many to compare. But she had this loose pussy. And I couldn’t go too deep, because her pussy was shallow as well. Freddy’s first cruelness I knew about was telling Rachel the joke me and her and Belle shared. That she was a shallow and loose cunt. Not nice to say, but she pissed me off, using Belle like that. That threesome with Belle and Frederica started that night.

“Anyway, I rejected Rachel. Basically told her I wasn’t interested in such a manipulative bitch. And that just made her want me more.”

“Because the hot girl got rejected?”

“That and I called her on her shit. She knew she was a manipulative bitch. Too clever for her own good.