Chapter 26

Liang was surprised, happily, to find Victoria in the living room when she got home early from work.

“Hey Vic. When did you get back?”

“Yesterday,” Victoria smiled.

“Very cool. Where’s Joe?”

“With Joanne.”

“Of course.”

“Going to join them?”

“No. A bit late into it, and they should have their time. But I am horny.”

“Me too.”

They giggled and hurried to the elevator. Then to the large bed. Once naked and Victoria brought her mouth to Liang’s damp, hot pussy, she commented, “You are horny.”

“Pleasured a heterosexual woman,” Liang moaned.

“Do I know her?”

“Cassandra.”

“The publisher?”

“Yep.”

“She’s pretty ... sexy.”

“Yes she is.”

The talking ended, Victoria’s mouth busy relieving Liang of her horniness. Once done, Liang turned them over and they commenced a sixty-nine, taking turns getting themselves off.

Liang got up and retrieved her harness and the Joe sized dildo. Victoria took positon, face down. Despite the abundance of natural lubricant, Liang added KY to the phallus before pushing in slowly until fully embedded.

“Fuck me Li,” Victoria moaned.

Liang did as commanded, long hard strokes, quickening. Her hand rubbed Victoria’s clit. The other gently spanking her, the way she knew Victoria liked. Victoria moaned and groaned and worked her erect nipples, her ass thrusting back to accentuate Liang’s hard thrusts, until she stiffened and shook with her largest orgasm by far.

After getting over the after effects of such bliss, she put on the strap on, applied the KY and leaned down to lick Liang, who spread open, on her back, below her. It didn’t take much to get Liang fairly close, and the fake cock replaced her tongue.

This was a slow, loving fuck. Despite the orgasm that soon came after embedding the dildo. The next one would take a while. Neither one minded, kissing, and talking between kisses.

“Joe wants a slow boat to Barbados with Essie,” Victoria said. “But I pointed out she’s a bid gravitas for that.”

“Yeah. It was something to consider when she flew out to Hong Kong. But she seemed okay. Probably edging towards not being.”

“Yeah.”

“What about school?”

“My students will be book studying for now. I have a graduate assistant who will work off my syllabus and my notes. I have the sat-phone if there are any questions. I suggested Joe might want to introduce your newest wife to Moe and Chan.”

“Celia. Good idea.”

“If she’s permanent...”

“Rachel is working on a student visa.”

“But she’s not matriculating anywhere.”

“Her tourist visa will be fine until Joe gets her into Hunter in the winter.”

“Is that where she wants to go?”

“It’s a stop gap I think.”

“What does she want to study?”

“Zoology.”

“Anything specific?”

“Aquatic I think. Mammalians.”

“Marine biology.”

“Yeah.”

“Probably needs to start with a BS in biology.”

“Yeah.”

Victoria chuckled, noticing Liang’s distraction. More intense thrusts, some mouth and finger play on nipples and rubbing her clit brought her over.

“More?” Victoria asked.

“Please?” Liang murmured.

Slowed down, after kissing, the conversation resumed.

“Attack dog?” Victoria asked.

“Cassandra?”

“Yes.”

“Problems with the husband.”

“The usual lack of attention?”

“That and probable cheating.”

“She definitely heterosexual?”

“Working on it.”

“Meaning maybe not.”

“Maybe not. I won’t force it.”

“I know. Joe?”

“Cassie wants to keep her marriage intact. Kids.”

“Of course.”

“But I’m going to get the PI Cheryl hired. Proof might reveal the hypocrisy of his jealousy.”

“Letting Joe join you.”

“Yep. Either way, I plan to enjoy her.”

“As hot as she looks?”

“Hotter.”

They giggled, then kissed. “I think one more,” Liang murmured.

“Want to change things?”

“Hell no. You know how gorgeous and sexy you are.” Liang lifted up enough to grab Victoria’s muscled ass. “And your hard body working to fuck me. Muscles flexing as you power into me. So strong and relentless. So fucking good, Vic. So ... fucking ... Good!” she exclaimed as Victoria’s thrusts, fast and hard, brought her swiftly over. The hands on Victoria’s ass squeezed while Liang’s body arched against where Victoria pressed the dildo deep inside. The rub it caused actually triggered a small orgasm from the small phalange that played just below Victoria’s clit. Actually grazing it.

“Ooh fuck!” she responded.

Once recovered, Liang asked, “Did you cum?”

“Uhn-hunh.”

“Good,” Liang smiled and pulled Victoria’s lips once more to hers.

“Hey,” they heard beside them.

“Celia,” Liang grinned. “Did you hear?”

“Yeah. I stepped in when you suggested it.”

The lovers couldn’t help noticing Celia’s pants were open and her breasts were freed from her bra.

“Do you think Joe would agree?” she asked.

“Of course,” they both said before attacking her. Liang high, going for her tits, while Victoria removed her pants and panties. Fingers found her more than ready, so the head of the dildo was placed between her small, turgid labia.

“Please,” she moaned.

With Liang’s plentiful juices, Victoria didn’t bother adding lube when she sent the cock inside the lovely slim Eurasian. “Yes,” she approved.

Victoria did the fucking while Liang did the caressing. Mouth and fingers. Having to dodge Celia’s leg when Victoria lifted it up and powered down into Celia’s cunt. They actually kept at it past Celia’s first orgasm, though Liang eased off the clit strokes for a time. Returning them to coax the second one out a couple minutes later.

“Okay,” Celia murmured, probably realizing Victoria could very well continue indefinitely.

Victoria pulled out and the three rested on their backs. “Where were you today?” Liang asked Celia.

“Shopping with Connie and Kat. School stuff mostly. For Connie, but Kat found a cute outfit. We stopped at Columbia for books and some research at the library. I looked into schools. You were right about Zoology. I’d need to get a BS in biology. Hunter would be fine, except, even with Joe, I don’t think they’d let me matriculate until the fall.”

“What about the visa?” Victoria asked.

“Barbados might be an option,” said Liang. “You have dual citizenship.”

“Singapore and Britain,” Celia replied.

“Barbados is a British commonwealth.”

“But what about Joe?”

“He’d visit or you’d visit us fairly often.”

“Of course Moe and Chan would have to like you,” Victoria pointed out.

“What’s not to like?” Liang grinned. “But there is another option.”

“What’s that?”

“You could always marry Eddie.”

“He and Rachel... ?”

“Nope, unless you consider common-law, which isn’t really legally binding.”

“Mrs. Eddie fucking Frank,” Celia giggled.

“You wouldn’t have to change your name,” Victoria offered.

“Why wouldn’t I? Getting stuck with my father’s name isn’t all that appealing.”

“Or you could be Celia Gold,” Liang suggested. “Eddie’s original last name. He was born Mayer Gold. He always hated his name.”

“Until he sort of used it for his label,” Victoria chuckled.

“He did didn’t he.”

“Marrying him would be the best choice,” Celia decided. “I should ask him.”

“Ask Rachel first,” Liang told her.

“She’ll be a problem?”

“She never married him. And she does like clever solutions. Then again it might get her to finally marry him.”

“Of course I wouldn’t get in her way if it was what she wants,” said Celia.

“We’ll figure it out,” said Liang.

“This is home,” said Celia.

The other two ladies nodded.

Joe stepped into his room at that point and grinned. “A vision of utter pulchritude.”

“They get me hard too,” Victoria giggled, fisting the Joe sized dildo she still wore.

“Sit,” said Liang. “We have things to discuss.”

“Yes Ma’am,” Joe chuckled. He nudged the belt of his robe. “Should I follow the dress code?”

“Could you grab us some robes?” Liang returned.

While he did, Victoria removed the harness and the ladies formed a circle, with room for Joe. He handed out robes, Liang getting her own, while Victoria wore one of Essie’s and Celia, the tallest, got an older one that Moe had left.

“Go ahead,” Joe smiled, settling into the spot left for him.

They discussed the trip, Celia joining Joe on the Mary Jane, which Joe had no problem with. The opposite actually.

And then the problem of citizenship.

“It’s up to you, Celia,” Joe said. “I don’t think Moira or Chandi would have a problem with you being there. It might even be easier starting classes mid-year. But I’d like it if you were here.”

“Me too!” Celia beamed.

“Let me grab my cellphone.”

He got up and retrieved his ubiquitous shoulder bag. His man purse. Rachel’s cellphone number was programmed in.

“Joe!” she exclaimed. “Miss me already?”

Joe laughed and didn’t answer. “Celia has a question.”

“Okay.”

Joe passed Celia the phone. It was on speakerphone so everyone heard Rachel laugh again. “Terry had the same idea, marrying Bob.”

“You guys talking to Rhonda now?” Joe asked.

“Ronnie decided she needed Eddie’s help. There are several recording studios in town, and...”

“Eddie stopped insisting she should use his?”

“That it would end the conversation. Yes. We met on neutral grounds yesterday evening, at Maria’s for dinner. After, the two basically went through the yellow pages. Today they’re making contacts. Local labels. Colleagues they’ve met. Mostly Eddie, since Ronnie has never been all that gregarious. Then they’ll make appointments at recommended studios, and maybe check out some others. Shopping.”

“Why isn’t Rhonda just shopping for labels?” Joe asked.

“It’s problematic. Mostly because she wants to have Terry record her songs. Not that they have to end up on the same label, but that they probably never would, if that makes sense.”

“It does.”

“Yeah, so Rhonda definitely has the money for studio time pretty much anywhere.”

“So she plans to record demos.”

“Uhn-hunh. But top quality, you know?”

“If it’s just demos though, and if she wants them top quality, doesn’t it make sense for Eddie to be involved?”

“I think that’s part of her strategy. Shopping around. Finding someone she can get along with, who she’d be comfortable with engineering her recordings.”

“Then, when she finds labels for herself and Theresa, she can insist she wants control over the production.”

“Exactly.”

“Which would probably exclude major labels.”

“Not necessarily.”

“What do you mean?”

“Think about it. If it’s a large corporate entity like EMI or Sony, those are worldwide and diverse corporations.”

“Meaning Rhonda and Theresa could be with the same company.”

“Or divisions thereof. And if the demos she makes are production ready...”

“She would prove she was capable of controlling her production. And they’d be less likely to force their in house producers on her.”

“I suggested it. She was of course skeptical. The majors only care about hits or the artists who sustain significant fan bases. It’s a crap shoot, as you well know, whether getting their distribution and their promotion makes you tons of money or puts you in debt and leaves you bitter. Suggesting it, I also had to assure her I wouldn’t try to manage her. Even if I think I would be good for her...”

“Eddie.”

“Yeah. Of course she’s in a better position than most artists too naïve and excited being signed by the majors to read let alone understand the fine print. She doesn’t need them, except to get her music out wider.”

“And she has Cheryl.”

“Yep.”

“Sorry ladies,” Joe apologized. “I didn’t mean to steer things away from the purpose of the call.”

“It’s interesting, what you’re talking about,” said Celia.

“You said something about marrying Eddie,” Rachel remembered.

“And you thought that hilarious,” Joe recalled.

“I’m not even sure why it came up,” Rachel explained. “Ronnie, Terry and Eddie were in Maria’s office talking about what we just talked about. There wasn’t a lot of room. Me and Bob were hovering near the door. After I put in my suggestion and we discussed it, I didn’t feel particularly needed, and Bob must have felt even more like a third wheel. He asked if he could get some advice. I thought it might have to do with his girlfriend or boyfriend or whatever moving into the room in Ronnie’s house and them sort of living together. Not something I felt comfortable giving him advice about. I’ve met a few transsexuals over the years, and, I don’t know why, but I’ve never felt all that comfortable with them. A couple I met in New York were actually pretty scary. And the Hollywood ones ... they just seem to bring Rache the Bache out.”

“Lynn’s cool,” said Joe.

“Good to know. To tell you the truth, I always found Bobby to be a whiny brat. I never understood why Ronnie liked him so much. But Bob’s a whole other person. All grown up already. Your daughter’s influence?”

“Maybe,” Joe said. “And I agree.”

“Anyway, that wasn’t the subject. But it was definitely something he wanted to talk to me in private about. We went outside. Walked around the posh neighborhood. Sidewalks made for joggers and maybe old farts having their daily constitutional. LA,” she chuckled. “So he starts out talking about Lynn, and I’m thinking, ‘Oh shit, be nice Rache,’ but he’s like explaining to me about his sexual proclivities. About how he always was interested in male genitalia and the female variety did nothing for him. How he’d always been comfortable with Ronnie, seen her naked, did the whole doctor thing when they were younger, both coming to the conclusion, when such conclusions mattered, that they’d rather be with their own sex. But he’d also always had a thing for Lynn, knowing she was a he, and even though she wore falsies when he first met her, before hormones gave her the real thing, he thought that hot as well. And now she actually does have breasts, he’s very interested.

“He told me he likes the male body. Very male as it turns out, since he’s seeing this body builder. Knowing that body builders tend to have substantial chests, well developed pecs and all that, I pointed that out to him and it amused him. He said it was an altogether different kind of breast, and exciting in its way, but that female breasts are fatty tissue, and that certainly didn’t cover his friend’s. He said if he hadn’t been working out, he’d probably end up with man boobs, and chubby men weren’t his thing. Too much like him he said in his self-deprecating way. But something about the shape of female boobs interested him.

“I’m getting to the point,” she chuckled.

“It’s fine,” Celia said.

“You can marry Eddie if you want, Celia. Eddie and I would have tied the knot years ago if that was in our nature.”

“Why isn’t it?” Celia asked.

“Want to make sure I’m okay with it?”

“Yes.”

“Ask Joe. He knows why. Did he suggest it?”

“I did actually,” said Liang.

“Ah Li. Of course. You commanded it. You also suggested Celia talk to me first.”

“I thought Celia should make sure you’re okay with it.”

“And you knew Eddie would be if I was.”

“Pretty much.”

The two women laughed. “You can be as much of a bitch as me, Li.”

“Attack dog,” Liang put out. “I just hope I’m nicer about it.”

“You are, Liang. I always tried hating Joe’s women. I could never hate you.”

“Back at you, Rache.”

“Anyway, getting to the point,” Rachel continued, “Bob finally got a chance to feel a real live woman’s breast. And a very nice pair at that. Terry’s. I’m about to talk about some pretty intimate things regarding your daughter, Joe. You okay with that?”

“Go ahead,” Joe sighed.

“I would anyway,” she giggled. “You can punish me later.”

“I’ll be sure and remind you,” Joe muttered.

“Uhm ... maybe I could come visit?”

“It would have to be soon. Celia and I are heading to Barbados on the Mary Jane in a couple days.

But they’ll be the last days I can be with Katrina.”

“Damn. Maybe you could delay a day or two?”

“I’m not in any hurry,” Victoria shrugged.

“What about school?” Rachel asked.

“I have a grad assistant for my first couple weeks,” said Victoria.

“And you Joe?”

“I’m taking a sabbatical.”

“You didn’t say!”

“You didn’t ask.”

“Asshole. When did you decide?”

“Just before we started the European tour. I realized I’d be away from my wives when I would have been with them more during the summer. It ends up being a full year instead of just missing the summer workshop.”

“We’ve toured during the summers.”

“Domestically and sporadically. Enough to know the sacrifice would be that much more.”

“It has something to do with getting back with Moe.”

“And Chandi. That was an important consideration. To see them whenever I like instead of quick weekends either for me to head down there or for them to come up.”

“And visiting me?”

“How long are you planning to stay in California?”

“It could be a while what with Eddie working on the sound for the concert DVDs and the albums. And I’ll be wearing my producer hat. Maybe I’ll hint to the director we need more talking head footage of you,” she giggled.

“I won’t need an excuse. I hope to spend some time with Rhonda. And of course Maria. I hope to hop to Boston occasionally as well. Buy Nate dinner or something.”

“And visit Ginger. I bet Eddie wouldn’t mind coming by there when you do. And Celia, you should come too. He misses his mistress as well.”

“I’m beginning to understand why your relationship doesn’t involve marriage,” Celia giggled.

“Now it does,” Rachel laughed. “He’s marrying you. But yeah, there’s a different sort of freespiritedness than Joe’s crazy relationships. Kind of the root of my relationship with Eddie, even if it’s changed from partners in partying and sharing groupies. It’s like we’re stuck with each other and don’t mind a bit, but to have it officially stapled together just doesn’t make sense to us. The reason I suggested you talk to Joe is because he’s a significant reason I ended up with Eddie, and even if that reasoning didn’t exactly pan out for quite some time, I guess it kept us together in an unserious way. There’s always been others, and for me, there’s always been Joe. Not that I don’t love the little guy.”

“What happened with Bob?” Liang reminded her.

“Oh right,” Rachel laughed. “Where was I?”

“Terry’s tits I believe,” said Celia.

“Perfect specimens as it turns out for Bob to sample for the first time to experience his peculiar fetish. I mean for a homosexual of course. The intimate thing I needed to say in front of her dad is Rhonda and Bob used to masturbate together. You know they shared a bed a whole summer?”

“I’m well aware,” Joe said. “I didn’t imagine that happening. I couldn’t really. But it makes sense.”

“Yeah. They’d create fantasies for the other. Rhonda talking about some hot guy with a big dick. Bob describing some lipstick lesbian or something. The point is, they weren’t interested in each other sexually, but they got used to each other. In particular, Bob got used to Ronnie’s scent. It didn’t turn him on or anything, but it didn’t bother him either. And he thinks it did have an association with his arousal, just not the key thing I guess. Anyway, when Ronnie and Terry, for old times’ sake, decided to sleep with Bob and masturbation had been part of that, and also, before that, both Ronnie and Terry wanted to check out Bob’s new buff body, and there were these perfect tits for him to touch, when the lesbians started playing with each other, Bob’s interest in Terry’s tits remained. So he’s holding one while the girls kiss and touch, and it’s sort of awkward so Ronnie suggests he get behind her. She’s got her trusty vibrator I guess he kept stashed for her from when she stayed, so he ends up getting buzzed on his incipient hard on, which makes it harder, along with him enjoying both Terry’s tits. And on top of that, unlike Ronnie, sorry Joe, who isn’t into being penetrated, Terry likes to get fucked, by Ronnie. So guess who feels the first pussy as well the first tits? And who gets to feel the real thing instead of plastic? Both lesbian and gay get off on their first heterosexual contact. Bob thinks it wouldn’t have happened without Ronnie being there. His love for her. The scent not bothering him. The trust as well. And with Terry, it was Ronnie fucking her, sort of. He said Terry got a little upset, thinking she liked it more than she should, a real cock maybe better than some fake thing, but Ronnie made it clear that not only she was fucking her, but the substitute cock belonged to the only man Ronnie would trust to be the real thing.”