Chapter 27

Being longer than expected with Essie delayed Joe calling Consuela. In fact, he admitted to himself, he forgot all about it until Essie asked him his plans for the evening.

“Call her,” Essie insisted, getting off his lap and putting on her clothes, sans underclothes. Joe did the same before grabbing his cellphone and sitting on the second desk chair. Essie returned to working on her memoir.

“Sorry to make you wait,” he told Consuela. “I was distracted.” Essie giggled.

Consuela must have heard her, because she laughed. “Why am I not surprised. So are you coming over?”

“After a quick shower and change.”

“And wash off Essie’s deliciousness?”

“Okay,” Joe laughed. “I’ll head right over.”

“Good. Bring a bottle of wine?”

“You making dinner?”

“Yep.”

“What is it?”

“A surprise.”

“Rosé it is,” Joe chuckled.

He grabbed a cab on Ninth Avenue and went crosstown to Consuela’s Upper Eastside apartment. A nice if small two bedroom in a large, plain apartment building built in the late fifties. The ladies were both dressed comfortably. T shirts, with Consuela wearing warm up pants and a cute frilly pale pink apron with cursive stitching—”stomach” on the abdomen with a two sided arrow, pointing up at the word, “heart” appropriately placed, and down at the word “brain,” perhaps also strategically place at her crotch—and Katrina wearing shorts of the sexy terry cloth variety. Ass sexily defined and sleek legs naked.

He chuckled at Consuela’s apron before kissing her. “Go sit on my bed and wait,” Consuela told him.

“Yes Ma’am,” Joe smiled and handed her the wine.

When Joe approached Katrina for a kiss, she smiled and shook her head. “Later.”

Joe shrugged and headed into the bedroom. The queen sized bed nearly filled it. The door closed behind him. He took off his shoes and socks and laid back on the bed.

A couple minutes later, Katrina entered wearing a see through red teddy, her breasts easily seen while her ass was covered with similarly colored panties hugging the cheeks tightly, which he saw when he asked her to turn around.

“You’re still clothed,” she pouted.

“Awaiting directions,” he grinned.

She grinned back and straddled his torso. Her hands slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He sensed she would kiss him when she was ready, so he remained passive.

Once finishing with the buttons, she spread out the fabric, baring his torso. Her head lowered, kissing it, lingering on his nipples, before her hands lowered to undo his pants, and the kisses followed. A kiss and lick of his navel before she tugged at his pants. He lifted to let her remove them, leaving his tightie whities he’d decided at the last minute to put on. She leaned in close to the significant bulge of his cock and caressed it. Studied it. Pressed her lips to it. Sucked his glans through it. Before releasing it and pulling them off. Her mouth returned to the glans, now uncovered. Joe moaned. She looked up at him, her eyes with a glint of mischief.

“Can you cum for me?” she asked, her hand fisting him at his glans, replacing her lips.

“Maybe if I can taste you.”

“Let me try first.”

“Okay.”

She returned to her task, her eyes glancing at him seductively between gazing at his cock between sucks. And when taking in each of his balls. The fisting continuing between cocksucking.

Joe, aware she wanted him to cum for her, concentrated on the pleasure she bestowed. His eyes remained open, looking at breasts teasingly revealed and the curve to her ass, and the ass itself, raised a little high and waving subtly. And her lovely face, her dark sexy eyes gazing up at him, her mouth filled with his cock.

“Cumming,” he finally grunted, and her lips quickened and pressed harder across the edge of his glans and down his shaft. Until his ejaculations stopped her, and she drank and swallowed desperately to take all of it down her throat. Only a little escaped past her lips.

He saw Consuela immediately after Katrina swallowed his last, a napkin tapping away the excess semen from her lover’s face, and handing her a glass of his rosé to clear her palette. Then taking the glass with her when she walked away.

Katrina moved up Joe’s body and kissed him softly. His hands lifted, but she pushed them down. “Not yet,” she said before returning to the kiss, which deepened and soon included tongue.

When the kiss ended, she brought her breasts to his mouth, the transparent cloth remaining atop them. He suckled each nipple offered through the material. She softly moaned.

Pulling them away, she shifted over him. Her pussy ended up hovering over his face. Crotchless panties, he realized and chuckled. She giggled and lowered onto his mouth, her mouth lowering to his penis, beginning to harden.

“Just a second,” he said, and lifted up enough to remove his shirt. Then his work began. Lips tongue and fingers exciting her more than she already was. She moaned around his cock. The vibrations helped his pleasure. A couple minutes later, he was hard again. He held her back from shifting over him, keeping her at his mouth until she came.

“God, Joe,” she exclaimed. She rested, fisting him before recovering enough to turn around and feed his cock inside her through the slit of the crotchless panties.

Once sunk in, with him lifting his knees a little to keep from impacting her cervix, she sat up and dramatically flung off the teddy, making him chuckle. She reacted to the resultant effect on his cock by gasping.

“Come here with those,” he grinned, and bent his back just enough to take in her now bare nipples with his lips, one after the other, while she murmured her pleasure and slowly rocked atop him.

His hands took hold of her ass cheeks still covered by the panties. Squeezing and sometimes spanking her. “What a sexy creature you are,” he praised.

“You make me feel sexy,” she purred. “Your wanton slut.”

“My wanton slut.”

“Just yours,” she moaned.

He didn’t point out she had another lover. Her husband. But she did. “José’s my best friend and my fuck buddy. You are my only true male lover. I dressed for you for our marriage bed. The virgin bride becoming a wanton slut. Only for you. Okay?”

She said this bit by bit, pausing mid-sentence when she sank down, faster and faster.

“Yes, Katrina,” he answered her.

She showed him her wide grin, which tightened immediately and she rushed to climax. His hands left her ass to squeeze her nipples. More sensory overload as she reached an intense orgasm. He gently fucked up into her as she convulsed with pleasure, helping to elongate it.

When it finally abated, she collapsed onto him, lips first, pressing against his lips. “Thank you,” she murmured.

“You’re welcome, lover,” he murmured back.

“Dinner,” they heard beside them. Consuela stood next to the bed, a long white terrycloth robe in one hand, and a much shorter diaphanous robe matching the teddy in the other.

Katrina slowly rose, and hugged and kissed Consuela before taking her robe. Joe slid off the bed, did the same, and followed the ladies to the kitchen, his bobbing cock beginning to soften.

Filet mignon sat on three plates. And three artichokes with a shared bowl of melted garlic butter. And three baked potatoes with various additions available. Everyone dug in and enjoyed the meal immensely.

Once finished and greasy from the butter, Consuela sat on Joe lap and licked his fingers and face. He did the same for her. Katrina stood beside them, and they shared cleaning her off.

“Dessert?” Joe asked.

“Later,” Consuela replied and stood and pulled Joe into the bedroom. She stripped naked and laid down, face down, tapping the space in front of her. Robes came off, and Katrina removed the panties and took the suggested position. Joe knelt behind Consuela and brought his mouth to her pussy. Eventually lying on his back under her to continue pleasing her easier.

A couple orgasms later from both ladies, and Joe knelt again behind Consuela, bringing his cock to her cunt. Her backward thrusts established that she wanted it hard and fast and Joe obliged her. Making her cum even harder than she had with his mouth.

She pulled away from his erection and the two women changed places. Though Consuela ended up in a sixty-nine position beneath Katrina, rubbing her clit and caressing her breasts while Joe steadily fucked her. Not the powerful fuck he’d given Consuela. At least not right away.

“Cum in me Joe,” Katrina pleaded after another orgasm, and only then did Joe speed things up. He couldn’t quite bash into her, though his fist gripping the base of his cock helped measure things, so he could become more aggressive. It was definitely enough to give her her biggest climax of the evening, with Joe joining her with an intense one soon after. His favorite kind, as has been said, where he could become still and let the orgasm overwhelm him. And could feel the flutters of hers surround his throbs.

The three relaxed together, Joe between his two lovers. They silently kissed each other.

Consuela finally ended the silence. “You know Kat was worried.”

“I figured,” Joe said. He looked into Katrina’s eyes. “I feel as close to you as any of my wives, Katrina. Do you believe me when I say I’ll miss you?”

“I do,” she laughed sadly.

“I do too,” Joe also laughed. They lingered on their kiss.

“When can I see you again,” Katrina asked carefully.

“Christmas? I actually need to talk to Alejandra. But ... if I didn’t, I’d get tickets for you and José to come here.”

“Too long, but at least there’s a plan.”

“I know.”

“Dessert?” Consuela asked. “Then after we could work on the Tour? And you could stay tonight?”

“Of course,” Joe said. “I think my wives figured that, but I’ll call.”

After helping with dishes and pots and pans, they enjoyed decaf espresso and crème brulé, with Consuela bringing out a mini blowtorch. Delicious.

They worked well into the night, essentially finishing the book. Katrina would bring a copy to Spain and look for a publisher. If for some reason none were found, Joe would fund having it published himself and talk to Joanne about distribution in Europe. His copy, and videos and pictures of the tour would be sent to his gay friends in Milwaukee. He’d let them figure out the imagery. He trusted them.

Despite the late hour, Joe and Katrina made love slowly and relentlessly. Not many orgasms between them. In fact Joe only had one, but it was as intense as any that night, as was Katrina’s final climax. She cried after. He comforted her, and the tears abated. One last kiss before they slept.

“Don’t I get a kiss?” Consuela asked.

“I thought you were asleep,” said Katrina.

“With all that rocking? And don’t you dare apologize.” After some laughter, she got her kiss from both of them.

In the morning, Joe realized the intent of the night. Katrina was packing. “Heading somewhere?” he asked her.

“Boston. José said Stuart wanted to show me his town or something. We’ll head home from there.”

“You didn’t mention it.”

“I know. I just ... I wanted to keep the leaving to a minimum,” she sniffled.

He got out of bed and hugged her, despite his nakedness and her being clothed. “That makes sense,” he said.

“You could come with us?” she asked hopefully.

“Conseula going with you?”

“Uhn-hunh.”

“I need to be with my wives. I won’t be seeing them again for a while.”

“Since you’ll be going to Barbados with Essie.”

“With Celia actually. Victoria’s here, and we’re taking her ship down there.”

“Sounds incredible.”

“Yeah. Esther ended up being a bit too pregnant.”

“According to José, for Stuart as well.”

“Knowing Stuart, I understand,” Joe sighed. “Doesn’t fit his beauty fetish. Though personally I think she’s as beautiful as she’s ever been.”

“That’s saying a lot,” said Consuela with a chuckle.

“Nevertheless,” Joe shrugged. “So when we spent that time in Hawaii... ?”

“They’re still friends I think,” said Katrina. “Just no longer intimate.”

“That must have been awkward,” Joe shook his head. “Knowing Esther, she understood. Annoyed but understanding.”

“Not insulted?” Consuela asked.

“No,” Joe chuckled. “Her wives and I tend to remind her how beautiful she is. Though she probably doesn’t need reminding.”

“I imagine not,” Consuela smirked. “If she thought she was any less beautiful, which I’m not saying she is, it would probably come as a relief.”

“Probably,” Joe grinned. “How are you getting up there?”

“Train,” they both said.

“I’ll drop you off then.”

“Thanks,” they both said.

Joe flagged down a taxi once they hit the sidewalk. After dropping them off, tearfully for Katrina, and Joe, he ended up nodding off for the trip to the townhouse. The cabbie woke him up. He tipped the man generously, which, as usual, put a smile on the gruff old guy’s face.

As expected, the house was mostly empty. Joanne greeted him with a kiss, a grimace following. “You should probably shower,” she said. “Katrina?”

“Yep. Esther?”

“In your office. Shower first?”

“Joanne?” he growled.

“Just a suggestion Joe,” she smirked.

“Later,” he growled.

“Yes Joe,” she grinned.

Joe took up her suggestion. A quick shower, and he put on his usual sleeping attire, t shirt and boxers, before heading up to the office.

There he found Victoria with Essie. He wondered if Essie had the same ability as Cheryl, working and chatting simultaneously. She seemed to be at the moment.

“How’s Kat?” she asked.

“She decided to head up to Boston. I guess she and José are leaving from there.”

“Thus spending the night.”

“Yep. She told me about you and Stuart.”

“Yeah. I guess I should have expected it.”

“Yeah.”

“I admit I was disappointed. I thought he could appreciate me with the change. No longer the feminine perfection.”

“The most feminine you can be,” Joe said.

“I suppose, but since he’s probably more gay than straight...”

“There is that,” Joe agreed. “You still friends?”