No Contest Book 3: Tallying the Score 2001-2003 - Cover

No Contest Book 3: Tallying the Score 2001-2003

Copyright© 2019 by Maxicue

Chapter 28

Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 28 - Ten years after the last book, Joe has lost some of his mojo and a couple of his wives, but finds it and them again. Eddie has lost much of his audience but gains things sexually. All in all, if it was a contest between Joe and Eddie, it had come out a tie, as the two become best friends again.

Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   mt/ft   Ma/ft   ft/ft   Mult   Lesbian   BiSexual   Heterosexual   Orgy   Polygamy/Polyamory  

It was late when Rachel and Eddie arrived at the townhouse. Both were tired, but Rachel not enough to keep from dragging Joe to his large bed. Both Cheryl and Liang chose to play and sleep with Joanne. Celia joined Eddie in his bedroom. They slept.

Once in Joe’s bedroom, he growled, pushing down on Rachel’s shoulders, “Suck me.”

Her eyes went wide, but she didn’t object. While unzipping him, he told her, “Just pull it out and suck. Better get it hard bitch!”

Again she obeyed, finding him barely hard. A minute or so later, he was fully hard. He grabbed her blonde hair and pulled and pushed himself into her mouth, not letting him go too deep.

“Pull the pants a little lower and grab the KY on the bed,” he ordered. She did as ordered.

“On the bed, face down.”

Once obeyed, he pulled down her pants just low enough to get to her ass, whereupon he shoved the KY into her anus rather harshly with one finger and then two. His legs straddled hers when he placed his glans at the greased hole and carefully pushed in. He didn’t know how tight she’d be in this position, and was ready to remove her pants completely and spread her legs, but it slid in.

As his cock deepened inside her, he listed a litany of her evils.

“You interrupted my reunion because you’re a selfish cunt.”

“I did,” she moaned.

“Shut up!” he yelled.

She sniffled.

“You called Cheryl a bitch. You chased Victoria away because you’re the bitch. You helped enslave women like Celia. You’re in league with murderers, dealers, slavers, rapists! And you think you’re cleverer than them. You’re the biggest fucking cunt I ever met. No wonder I’m fucking your slimy asshole.”

He reached around and found her clit, rubbing it vigorously. “Am I right, bitch?”

“Yes,” she moaned.

“What am I doing to you?”

“Fucking the shit out of me.”

“What am I doing?” he spanked her hard with his other hand.

“Fucking the bitch out of me.”

“Is it working?”

“No!” And she came. He fucked through her fluttering sphincter tightening and loosening on his shaft until he came too.

He kept fucking her, softening, but not enough to slip out, and then hardening again. At that point, he lifted her torso and removed her upper clothes. He steered her hand to her clit and held her by her nipples when her torso lowered. His mouth went to her ear, breathing on it and murmuring, “You’re a bitch, but my bitch.”

“Yes I am,” she murmured back. And came soon after.

He removed his shirt and somehow peeled down her pants while remaining inside her, getting one leg free and spreading her legs. After adding more lube to his shaft, he once more stroked her clit while pulling on a nipple. “Play with the other tit, bitch,” he murmured.

She did. His thrusts slowed considerably. He fingered high in her pussy, rubbing her g spot while continuing to slide against her clit. Gradually coaxing her to another climax. But also moving towards his. Its approach quickened his thrusts once again until he was once again pounding against her ass. He pressed deep and stilled when he came. Hers arrived seconds later. They finally relaxed.

Joe eased his nearly flaccid penis out of her sore asshole. “Bath?” he asked.

“Give me a few minutes.”

“Bath oil and salt in the farthest top drawer of the sink cabinet.”

She nodded and unsteadily disappeared into the bathroom. Joe laid back, sighed and waited. He examined his penis. Thankfully no blood. A tiny bit of fecal spotting.

A few minutes later, Rachel opened the bathroom door. “Ready,” she said.

He joined her in the hot both, bringing ointment with him. “Lift your ass and lean forward,” he said gently.

When she did, he applied the ointment to her irritated anus. “You okay?” he asked finally.

“What I needed,” she replied.

“Not what I asked.”

“Sore. Maybe more than normal. Closest to our first time. You came twice.”

“Yeah. It felt ... extra stimulating this time. But ... I didn’t think I was hurting you. At least not dangerously.”

“I was a little scared of that too. It hurt a little more, but not too much more. But the whole pain pleasure thing just felt ... extra intense.”

“I noticed,” he chuckled, giving her ass a spank. “You can lower it,” he said.

“Twice,” she marveled. “Your studliness never ceased to amaze me.” She settled her thighs on his, her ass resting against his flaccid penis. He took hold of a washcloth and gently washed her front.

“Joe?” she murmured. “I don’t deserve you, but I do love you.”

“Is it worth it? Being involved in the syndicate?”

“Monetarily most definitely.”

“And all that money?”

“In trusts. For you and Eddie and our kid. For your wives and all your kids. All of them, Joe. The kids have them available to them when they reach eighteen.”

“Rhonda’s seemed larger than expected.”

“That’s why.”

“Sally know?”

“She set them up. She took my advice on certain investments.”

“Front companies?”

“Yes.”

“Laundering?”

“Yes Joe.”

“Will this threaten her?”

“No. My advice was well documented. And the fronts are well disguised. It won’t bite her or anyone. I’m the only one who could be implicated.”

“Or worse.”

“Or worse. My estate, which is considerable, but only partially covers what I have, will go to Eddie and EJ. Sally’s the trustee. She knows how to handle it. The influx might stop, at least the estate part, but the investments should continue from all the shell companies.”

“Sally knows the source?”

“I never explicitly told her, but I think she figured it out.”

“And her take?”

“A lot smaller than she deserves. Part of the reason I know she knows. She’s rich Joe, but she could be a lot richer.

“I don’t know what to tell you about my illicit life. One idea and I was off amongst the elite thieves and murderers and rapists of the world. I took pride in being that clever girl, and enjoyed reaping the profit. Some things hit home, got personalized. Celia. The Alexes. Things that make me regret that clever idea. But it isn’t a life one can escape safely. I am watched. Monitored. In fact one of the reasons I’m not going to marry Eddie is because it would be bigamy.”

“You’re married?”

“Another marriage of convenience. They wanted more presence in the States. And a closer contact with me. And to watch me, to keep me safe and to make sure I didn’t cross any lines. He’s actually the owner of the LA home, a shared residence. But he’s more often in close proximity to where I am.”

“Your bodyguard. Stan.”

“Yep. Stanislav. His family has been doing business and keeping eyes on things in Russia. Suppliers of decadence for the communist oligarchy. Glasnost started opening things up. He entered the States amongst diplomats and defected. Our marriage might have put some scrutiny on me, but he’s behaved like a perfect capitalist.”

“Wouldn’t security imply spying?”

“Not when you’re a proven double agent. He’s been a bit distracted lately. The rough boys of the Russian mafia. He’s been assigned to look out for things. Information and ways to disrupt them.”

“Competition?”

“More making sure they don’t step on our toes I think. Separate interests. But the bad taste they leave, becoming the new gangster villains, isn’t making the syndicate happy.”

“They like being invisible.”

“Yep.”

Joe thought about asking Rachel for an interview with Stan, but immediately discarded it, because of the danger. “A later time,” he decided, “and carefully done.”

They finished their bath, showered off the oils, and dried off. Joe had become hard again, and Rachel pulled on it, bringing them back to the bed. She laid back, spread open, and his tongue went directly to her pussy. She was wet, but could be wetter.

“Please,” she moaned a couple minutes later, and he slid over her. She brought the cock to her slit and he pushed in. It became a slow fuck, loving despite Joe’s ambivalence about her. Loving and hating her. Lips on nipples and fingers on clit and nipples eventually brought her over the first time.

Not long after, Eddie and Celia joined them. Celia humiliating Eddie for him and with the audience. She rode his thick cock, moaning abuses when he came first, but managing to keep going long enough to get hers. Then the strap on came out, and she fucked his ass with it.

Beside them, Rachel had been rocked by a final intense climax, sated and exhausted. Celia smiled at Joe’s continued erection, and Joe knew what she wanted. A second anus to fuck that night. A second one to cum in, while Eddie and Celia both also came.

Celia moved quickly to the toilet, and a few minutes later popped her head out. Joe smiled at her, and joined her. She knelt in front of him and cleaned his dirtied penis enough to let it enter her mouth.

“Celia,” he murmured.

“I know,” she smiled up and kept sucking without much result. He was truly tapped out. Sighing, she rose to her feet helped by Joe. They embraced and kissed for at least a minute. When it broke, she giggled and tugged at his hardening cock.

“Celia,” he murmured again.

“Fine,” she pouted. He watched her firm little ass shifting in front of him when he followed her to bed. Eddie and Rachel both asleep, Eddie spooning behind his longtime lover. Joe and Celia took the same position a foot or so away, with Joe reaching down to pull the sheet and blanket over the four of them.

Eddie indeed had a date with Trevor. In fact, once he got up not much before noon, he called his ex-lover and arranged to be picked up as soon as possible. After his shower and dressing, Trevor arrived, and they spent the day and the night together.

Joe and the ladies woke up earlier. Joe fetched the ointment and treated two anuses with it. Rachel joined him in the shower at her insistence. Though it was sensuous, the only stimulus was digital. Rachel barely got Joe hard before he shut off the water.

They waited for Celia to complete her ablutions before the three headed downstairs for breakfast, provided by Joanne.

“I need to drop off a package at the post office,” Joe said.

“Do you mind company?” Rachel asked.

“You okay walking around?”

“I’ll be fine.”

“Would you like to join us Joanne? Celia?”

“Sure,” they both said.

After dropping off the package at the post office containing the manuscript, videos, photographs, and some undeveloped film from Joe’s camera, they decided to head to Central Park. It was a beautiful late summer day. Warm but breezy, with puffs of clouds interrupting azure. The sky was completely interrupted (except for the skylight) when they ventured to the Guggenheim, viewing a survey of altered reality, that is photography and video, with their inherent and presumed recording of the real, changed by artists to become something subjective and imaginative. Beginning at the top of the famous ramp, deciding to descend rather than climb, they began at the most current manipulations and went back in time.

“More art?” Joe asked when they exited the building. “The Whitney has the opposite effect. Andrew Wyatt. Artifice of painting made to look real.”

“Could we head home?” Rachel practically pleaded.

“Cab?” Joe chuckled.

“I can make it. I’m enjoying the walk.”

They crossed Central Park, ending up a couple blocks south of the street they needed. And a couple long blocks west. They stopped for Joe to buy a substantial amount of Thai food for the family who would be home soon, the kids first. At home, on the kitchen table, Joe found the note Eddie left letting them know he would see them the next morning and showed it to Rachel.

“He’s with Trevor,” she said.

“I figured,” Joe replied. “Anna will be disappointed.”

“She hoped to see him?”

“Victoria thought she’d try.”

“She knows how to contact him.”

“I’m going to call Victoria.”

“Why?”

“Curiosity. And I think I’m going to head to the ship tomorrow, if that’s okay with you, Celia.”

“Of course,” she smiled.

He turned to Joanne. “I’ll say goodbye to you tonight. You and Cheryl. Then join Liang and Rachel and Celia in my bed later.”

“Literally,” Rachel giggled.

“Yes Joe,” said Joanne stoically.

He kissed the top of her head. She handed him a plate of Thai food and he grabbed some disposable wooden chopsticks held in a beautiful hand thrown wide mouth jar and headed to the dining room.

“Hey Joe,” said Victoria into her satphone.

“How’s Esther?”

“Content to be on the ship, if only for a couple days.”

“I’ll join her tomorrow.”

“Coming early?”

“Yep. I thought we could have a night together before she returns back here.”

“Good.”

“Do you know if Anna managed to get a hold of Eddie?”

“She’s with him.”

“I thought he was seeing Trevor.”

“He’s with them too. Anna adores Eddie, and that doesn’t necessarily mean sex, though she suggested she might end up being a voyeur tonight,” Victoria chuckled.

“I guess that’s up to Trevor, who’s devoutly gay.”

“Yeah. She’ll be fine.”

“Good.”

“Would you like to speak with your wife?” Victoria asked.

“Yes please.”

He heard Victoria’s chuckle fade before hearing Essie tell him, “I want to go with you.”

“I want that too, but...”

“Like I said, I’m pregnant not sick.”

“I understand. But what if things get rough?”

“Hmm. Just a second. How well can we predict the weather going south?” she asked Victoria.

“Things keep getting better in terms of weather prediction,” Victoria explained. “There’s a cool front that should reach us tomorrow afternoon, with rain at the front edge, but nothing serious. It’s actually a good thing. Very helpful tailwinds. If we went as originally planned it would be better. Also, because of the same front, there’s the beginning of a circular pattern which the front will probably feed. It’s a thousand miles away. But this is the beginning of hurricane season. So I’d say the safe bet would be to have Joe and Celia disembark in Barbados and you and I head directly back. Hurricanes and tropical storms are probably the least predictable, but that’s only after they form and where exactly they move and how developed they get. Predictions can be made, but never with the certainty of other phenomena. At this point, if anything happens, it will happen after we sail back here.”

“So no rough seas?” Essie asked.

“It may get a little choppy, but nothing you can’t handle.”

“I’ll bring your slicker,” Joe said.

“Yay!” said Essie.

They both laughed at her cute childishness.

“What time will you be here?” Essie asked.

“It depends on Anna I suppose,” said Joe.

“When do you think Anna will be back?” Essie asked Victoria.

“I’ll let her know Joe wants to head to the ship earlier than planned,” Victoria said. “I’d like to be ready to sail sometime around noon or so.”

“Did you hear, Joe?” Essie asked.

“Yep. We’ll probably be leaving around ten.”

“We’ll plan on that.”

“Sounds good.”

“Sure does!”

They laughed before parting salutations and ending the call.

The kids arrived home, each having a spring roll. They’d eat the more substantial dinner later. Joe would cook up a batch of rice then, since they preferred rice fresh cooked rather than reheated.

Cheryl and Liang arrived about an hour later, and everyone relaxed in the living room. Rachel, with EJ in her lap, took center stage with the kids, since she hadn’t been around for a while. Lots of questions, which she patiently answered. The rest of the adults sat on the other side of things and quietly chatted.

“Esther finagled her way into heading down with us on the Mary Jane,” Joe informed them.

“That was her plan all along,” said Liang.

“Probably,” Joe chuckled. “Hopefully it will be smooth sailing.”

“Joe’s heading out tomorrow,” Joanne said.

“When would you be coming back?” Cheryl asked.

Joe sighed and beckoned her to sit on his lap. “I want to spend a couple weeks in Barbados, then head back to LA for a week, maybe less. Partly to see how Rhonda is settling in. Maybe to give her a hand with furnishing her new place. But also to be a go between when Maria gets hit by Bob’s news.”

“Which news is that?” Cheryl asked.

“Of course you don’t know. Sorry.”

“A double wedding,” said Celia. “Me and Eddie and Bob and Theresa. Basically for the same reason.”

“Citizenship,” Cheryl nodded. “I knew Eddie was good for something,” she smirked.

“There’s an addition,” Joe added, “which is why I might be needed to soften the blow. Theresa wishes to get pregnant, with Bob being the sperm donor.”

“How is that going to happen?” Cheryl asked.

“The usual way. It’s complicated.”

“Bob and Terry?”

“Like I said, it’s complicated.”

“And how is our daughter involved?”

“Part of the complication. And raising the child. Her and Theresa until Bob can move in, and mature a bit more. But it will probably mostly be the women raising the baby. I think they’ll think of it as their child, though with how close Rhonda and Bob are, he’ll participate most likely one way or another.”

“Starting early like us,” Cheryl nodded. “As mature as Ronnie is, and obviously all her experience with our kids, I’m not worried about that. What about Lynn?”

“Apparently she’s okay with it, although she might be the least likely to take interest in raising the child.”

“I imagine dealing with her own problems,” Cheryl agreed. “Growing up with the gender confusion, finding her identity and embracing it, there’s a lot of focus on the self.”

“And depression,” Joe nodded. “Bob said she’d been suicidal. But things are better, what with getting some acceptance for her intellect. And her relationship with Bob.”

“If she can make room for him. I hope she can for both of them.”

“Me too.”

“You talk to Rhonda?”

“I did. A lot of the information came from Rachel. Believe it or not, Bob entrusted her to talk through it.”

“That is hard to believe,” Cheryl giggled. “But I suppose he doesn’t know her the way we do.”

“He sought the advice of a mature adult,” Joe chuckled. “I guess she was as close as he could get. But I did talk to Rhonda. I guess Eddie pulled together a sort of audition at some private club with some A and R people. Both Rhonda and Theresa played for them.”

“I hope Rhonda comes to me for advice.”

“I think she will. She knows the horror stories when Eddie and Rachel didn’t. But she’s not jumping to be signed.”

“Good.”

“She wants to put together a couple demos for her and Theresa. She thinks she’s found an engineer with a studio she can work with. Someone she believes can give the demos the polish she wants before she shops the demos around.”

“To prove she can be trusted with her own production.”

“Exactly.”

“Smart girl.”

“Yes she is.”

“Smart enough to bring me in when she’s ready.”

“One can hope,” Joe agreed.

After dinner, the kids went off to do homework. The adults went to bed.

Joe made sure both Joanne and Cheryl were well sated before he and Liang slipped away and headed to their bed. And watched Celia push deep into Rachel’s climaxing pussy with the Joe sized dildo strapped on.

Joe and Liang shrugged at each other, dropped their robes and lay side by side, loving each other. Once he was fully hard, Liang guided him in and sat down, filling her cunt. She gestured to Celia with a wink, and Celia got the message, straddling Joe’s face. They knew what Rachel wasn’t interested in doing. The newest wife and the older one caressed and kissed over Joe, enjoying his attention and their own until Liang frantically rode him while Celia got lost in bliss as well. After recovery, they switched things. Liang lay face down, ass up. Celia moved in front of her to receive her expert cunnilingus while Joe moved behind Liang.

“Just fuck me hard until you cum,” Liang insisted.

“Yes Ma’am,” Joe grinned, though he leaned down, deciding to tongue her for a while.

“Please,” Rachel murmured, seeing the cock available.

“Only if you tongue my ass,” Liang insisted.

“Uhm ... Okay.”

So Joe turned over and brought Liang’s pussy down to his mouth. Rachel hopped onto Joe’s erection and rimmed Liang’s anus.

“Stick it in, bitch,” Liang ordered.

Rachel did as ordered, fucking Liang’s asshole with her tongue. When Joe started aggressively fingering Liang, Liang moaned, “Finger my ass.” Then, “two fingers.”

Rachel complied. And she lowered her freed tongue and entered Liang’s pussy with it. Joe’s tongue joined hers in a different sort of French kiss, which all three enjoyed.

When Rachel got lost in pleasure riding Joe, Liang let her. Rachel’s orgasm would free up Joe’s cock.

Which it did. In fact both Celia and Rachel were out for the count when Joe plunged deep into Liang, his fingers continuing to rub her, expanding his presence inside her. He fucked her hard, relentlessly until he felt the urgent need to cum. It was just after her second orgasm from him fucking her when he finally released his seedless semen inside her.

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