Chapter 30

After a moment gaining his land feet, no longer on a constantly moving floor, Joe met Nate’s grin. His boy had never looked more tanned, nor happier. “You look good,” Joe told him.

“Thanks. I’ve had an amazing time, but I guess it’s time to head back. Speaking of which,” he shifted his attention to Victoria, standing beside Joe, “I was wondering if you could use a couple more sailors, Vic, on your journey home?”

“Sure.” Victoria smiled.

“What about school?” Joe asked.

“It starts in a week,” Nate explained. “We can be back by then?” he asked Victoria.

“Shouldn’t be a problem. You’ll want to be dropped off in Boston?”

“I’ll need some things in New York.”

“You can pick them up and we could continue the sail.”

“Cool. Thanks.”

“You have a place to stay?” Joe asked.

“Zooey has a dorm room.”

“And they’ll let you stay there?”

Nate shrugged. “I doubt it will be a problem. But Ginny offered a room in her apartment. We’re going to look for an apartment of our own. Zooey has the dorm room for her first year. She can use it as her office, her place to study, or a place on campus when she has early classes instead of having to commute.”

“The closer apartments would probably be taken,” Joe agreed.

“Lucky I have some money,” Nate smiled.

“More money when you turn eighteen,” Joe thought. “True,” he said out loud.

“Looks like you’re prepared to sail,” Victoria smirked. He had two large bags and two smaller ones behind him.

“I was looking forward to it. I love the Mary Jane.”

“Me too, luckily,” Victoria chuckled. “We do plan to sail in a couple days. I’m going to stay at the Cube. But you’re welcome to stay on the ship. Junior and his mom are staying.”

“Very cool.”

She called over to Junior and had him help Nate with putting the luggage on the dinghy. Meanwhile Joe hugged Chandi and Moe.

“I thought Essie would be with you,” Moe commented.

Joe sighed. “She’s not quite over you not showing up for the wedding.”

“But I thought...”

“I know. She said there would have been time for her to get over it if she stayed here. Since there’s not...”

“Me too?” Chandi murmured.

“No Chandi,” said Joe. “She’s much more understanding of you.”

Chandi looked at her two lovers. “Do you think I could go out and see her? Victoria’s staying for a couple days.”

“But ... Joe’s here,” Moe stuttered.

“And will be for a while.”

“Joe?” Moe murmured. “Do you want to join them?”

“I’m here to be with you as much as Chandi. And for you to hopefully welcome Celia as a wife.”

“You sure?”

“Of course I’m sure, Moira. Are you?”

“Of course she’s very pretty.”

They both looked at Celia chatting with Liv and Zooey. Zooey looked to be much less enthusiastic about moving on than Nate had been. Joe could see a trace of sadness in Liv’s inscrutable face as well, though both toughness and amusement attempted to hide it. Some wry comment of hers had the ladies laughing.

He thought about Liv and Celia having been in similar occupations but with diametrically opposed viewpoints. Liv always in control of her johns. Celia being coerced, enslaved. Joe wondered if Liv would have any sympathy for Celia’s endangerment, or would consider her weak, not using her feminine whiles to dominate the situation, men mindless in the presence such sexy pulchritude made available to them by money. Money having the power to make it happen, but also given up because of the power of desire.

He doubted that was the present discussion.

“She’s a lovely woman,” Joe told Moe.

“If you say so.”

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing.”

“Bullshit. Chandi?”

“She is quite lovely,” Chandi said.

“Chandi?”

“Just say it Chan,” Moe muttered.

“Moira isn’t all that fond of me right now,” Chandi explained. “And I’m not sure I’m all that fond of her.”

“That’s not fair,” Moe frowned. “You know I still love you.”

“Do you?”

“Of course. And I know you love me too.”

“But you’d rather be with her,” Chandi declared.

“With who?” Joe asked.

“That’s not fair,” said Moe. “You could be with her too.”

“But I don’t want to be. I don’t like her. She has an agenda, Moira. But all you see is her beauty.”

“What agenda?”

“She’s a graphic designer. You’re a brilliant copywriter. You figure it out.”

“Small time shit for Barbados.”

“Much bigger shit when you move to New York and bring her with you. And not so small when your tourist ad, with her featured, is in every magazine in the world practically. And the TV ad, shot by your favorite slimeball director, soon to follow. Did she fuck him, or at least suck his cock for that? Did you?”

“Jonas is here?” Joe muttered.

“Was here,” said Chandi. “Last I heard, he was heading to LA to meet with his son. I bet Hermione insisted he takes clips of the ad to hand out to Hollywood friends.”

“Liana’s little sister?” Joe asked. “I thought...”

“Moira would be monogamous,” Chandi remembered. “Hermione made sure to change her mind. Of course I was invited. But I didn’t feel welcomed, nor did I want to be.”

“I thought she didn’t want to model anymore.”

“She didn’t,” Moe claimed. “I insisted. I thought she’d be a perfect representative of the Island.”

“She’s clever Joe,” Chandi said. “Pretended reluctance. And who was it that suggested you contact Jonas?”

“I told her he’d done the earlier ad for the Cube,” Moe shrugged.

“And the price?”

“Yeah.”

“You told her about the orgy?” Joe asked.

“Yeah. But it wasn’t like that. Lionel ... arranged things.”

“Liv?”

“Someone younger.”

“Makes sense.”

“You sure Hermione didn’t add her own encouragement?” Chandi asked.

“Of course not.”

“Right. And Moira did recommend you to her, Joe,” Chandi added.

“She’s never had great luck with men,” Moe explained. “Either asshole Svengali types or they’ve been far too quick.”

“Another rescue job,” said Chandi. “I think you should do it.”

“Really?”

“You’ve always been good at wading through the bullshit.”

“Maybe treat her like Rachel. You think she’s as bad?”

“Maybe.”

“I will if you join me.”

“But...”

“At the least, I can enjoy you, and there’d be a separation.”

“And you can see the dynamics.”

“That too.”

“Maybe you should invite Essie as well,” Moe muttered.

“Good idea!” Chandi exclaimed.

“I was just kidding.”

“I’ll invite her, Joe.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Joe chuckled.

“You’re ganging up on me!” Moe exclaimed.

“Esther’s right,” Chandi said. “We should have been at the wedding,” and with that, she walked away, over to Celia, introducing herself and pulling her into a hug.

“Joe,” Moe murmured.

“We’ll figure it out. Okay?”

“I don’t want to lose her.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

“Then we’ll figure it out.”

Moe nodded.

They watched more hugs. Liv hugging Zooey and a sadder Nate. The two young lovers stepped into the dinghy, followed by Chandi, who smiled and said, “See you soon” to Joe.

Liv approached Joe. “Hey stud.”

“How are you Liv?”

She shrugged. “Been better. About to receive Lionel’s wrath.”

“Which I’m sure you’ll hate.”

She laughed.

“By the way, did Nate and Zooey get their tattoos?”

“They planned to, but when I reminded them how much less sex might be enjoyable, especially with the location, they decided to wait. But I did help them with the design.”

“Nate isn’t old enough.”

“He is now. I got them some great fake IDs.”

“Nate doesn’t look twenty-one.”

“He does with a full beard,” she smirked.

“You’re a bad girl, Liv.”

“You know what Mae West said: ‘When I’m good, I’m very good. But when I’m bad I’m better,’” she winked.

“So we’re good?” Joe asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Nate for helping you and Lionel to finally get together.”

“It wasn’t an exchange Joe. I genuinely like Nate. He’s cute. And Zooey’s fun and brilliant. So if you want... , “ she sidled up to him, pressing against him.

Joe chuckled and kissed her forehead before backing off. “Raincheck,” he offered.

“Of course,” she shrugged and began herding the group to the limo. Joe and Celia walked with Moe to her car, a very nice green Jaguar sedan.

At the small house, Joe helped Moe prepare some sailfish steaks and rice and fresh green beans. Joe insisted Celia kick back. Conversations ensued between all three. Being a small house, Celia, sitting at the dining table, wasn’t far. Mostly they talked about island life, including Celia’s childhood in Singapore. It was a comfortable conversation. Not dealing with Celia’s darker past.

That came during dinner. Beginning with Moe saying, “So Joe saved you,” and going from there. Moe’s questions delved into the more painful parts, with Joe attempting interference.

“I’m fine, Joe,” Celia insisted.

When they finished their meal and Celia helped clean up at her insistence, Celia suggested, “I can sleep in the office. I noticed the futon.”

“You don’t have to,” said Moe.

“But you haven’t been together for a while.”

“You sure?” Joe asked.

“Yes Joe.”

When Joe and Moe went into her bedroom, her lust and need finally became apparent. She embraced Joe and kissed him. Tongues soon teased. Her hands went to his shirt. His to her blouse. The kiss continued through the undressing, only stopping when hands went lower. Joe stripped off Moe’s pants and panties and nudged her onto the bed.

“Just fuck me, Joe,” she murmured.

So he stripped as well and followed her to the center of the bed. She led him inside her juicy pussy. He pushed in as deep as he could and measured where her cervix was and began thrusting high and hard. Her legs lifted, framing her torso. Joe brought both mouth and fingers to her nipples. Not long after, she came, exclaiming it. Joe continued thrusting. Joe’s orgasm arrived midway through her second one, a quieter one, but no less intense. They rested.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured.

“Sorry about what?”

“About being a shit wife. To you. To Chandi.”

“You still love us?”

“Of course.”

“Then we’ll figure it out.”

“I’m disappointing,” she sighed. “Essie made the point clear.”

“You hurt her.”

“And you?”

Joe sighed. “Leaving me hurt. Taking Chandi hurt. But I truly feel, in a responsible relationship, one that’s not all about me and what I need and demand, whatever makes you happy is always the most important thing.”

“Then I was the irresponsible one.”

“No Moira. You were the unhappy one who wanted to be happy by being with just Chandi. I had Esther, Liang and Joanne. I was still loved. I missed you. I missed Cheryl. But I was okay.”

“Were you?”

“Mostly. In a way I was glad you weren’t at the wedding.”

“Re-aggravating the pain.”

“Yes. So I got over it. Esther didn’t.”

“We women do tend to hold onto our emotions.”

“It does seem to take you longer to forgive.”

“Maybe to forgive ourselves too.”

After a long, comfortable pause, something they could always do, just like the rest of their wives, Moira finally said, “I like Celia.”

“I hoped you would. Should I invite her?”

“No. Not yet. Not tonight,” and with a smirk and a kiss, she moved down Joe’s body. By the time she captured his soft penis in her mouth, her pussy, still pungent with Joe’s cum, hovered over his mouth. He didn’t mind, bringing it down for his tongue and lips, his fingers as well soon enough, while Moe sucked and fisted Joe hard.

She claimed her success, riding him. Gently this time, with the angle she knew was needed so he didn’t go too deep and hurt her. His hands clutched her full ass cheeks, ready to control things when needed, when she got lost in pleasure and forgot the threat of too deep thrusts.

They kissed during the fuck, breaking it to gaze into loving, happy, pleasured eyes. “You’ve always been the only man for me,” she murmured at one point.

Eventually she speeded things up and got lost in her pleasure. Joe made sure it sustained and grew. His hands held her ass tighter. His mouth moved to stop her bouncing tits. A nibble on a nipple finally helped bring her over.

When she arrived at the other side of her orgasm, she slid off him and presented her ass high. He moved behind her, gaged her depths, and fucked her as hard as he had earlier. He traded hands to pull on her hanging nipples, the other clutching the base of his cock. That latter hand was useful to bring her over, the thumb rubbing across her clit when he shoved in. Like the earlier fuck, he joined her, climaxing amidst her second climax in that position.

They rested as they had before, without conversation. A couple soft kisses. Then Moe shifted onto her side and Joe cuddled behind her. In that position, they slept.

Joe awoke to familiar circumstances. Coming out of a dream of fucking to a mouth who claimed his spurts. Essie’s mouth.

“Esther,” he moaned.

He looked around. The bed was full of beautiful naked women. Both Moe and Chandi were working on Celia, driving her crazy with their skilled oral and digital caresses.

Essie crawled over him and offered him her spermy mouth, which he happily accepted.

“So,” he said.

“Chandi convinced me to come ashore,” Essie giggled. “I think mostly because she thought Celia was really hot. She wanted in on the welcoming. Turns out Moe didn’t get a head start.”

“Celia’s idea.”

“Because... ?”

“She figured my second longest wife and I might want some time together.”

“Very sweet of her.”

“She is sweet.”

“I know. Let’s get you back up to speed.” Essie turned around and began sucking him hard. Or harder, because he hadn’t gone completely flaccid. She knelt over him. He lifted his torso, balancing on his elbows, to get to her pussy.

By the time he was hard again, the ladies beside him had positioned themselves so Chandi could receive his cock from behind. Celia beneath her in a sixty-nine position while Moe caressed beside them. Moe led him inside their longtime lover.

“Yes!” Chandi exclaimed, happy to feel her pussy expanded by Joe’s cock.

Celia managed to move beneath her so that she and Chandi could embrace and caress and kiss each other. Celia moved lower to suckle Chandi’s nipples when Chandi approached climax, helping her achieve it.

Then Chandi shifted forward, letting Joe’s rigid cock out. “Put it in Celia, Moira,” she said, which Moira did.

“Oh fuck,” Celia moaned. “Let me taste you Moira,” she said. So Moe straddled her face. Bringing two mouths to pleasure her. Sometimes the two tongues met and played. It was Chandi’s tongue however which brought Moe over, Celia distracted by a profound orgasm.

When Joe pulled out, Essie beckoned him and his rock hard erection, soon sending it deep into her throat. He nearly came before he pulled away and lured Essie to his lap where they conjoined and rocked together. He was so near to cumming that even the gentle rocking brought forth his orgasm inside her.

“Yes Joe,” Essie murmured. “Cum for me.”

After, with Joe watching, two wives made sure his official wife came before things ended.

“So,” Joe started.

“I’m also here to interrogate this presumed usurper,” Essie smiled. “After breakfast. I’m starved.”

Everyone laughed as they got up. Quick shared showers, with Celia sharing one with both Chandi and Moe, like a tag team. Then Joe and Essie while the others made breakfast. Waffles. After eating, they headed to the Cube.

Joe had known Hermione as a giggly kid and shy pre-teen with flirty eyes. Both version were beautiful. But the young woman compared favorably to both Essie and Caroline, the two most beautiful women he’d ever met. Her eyes flashed at him with interest as well, but mostly he saw a hint of disappointment when Moe remained close to Chandi, with Celia between them, Moe barely acknowledging her.

Essie took her hand and pulled. “We need to talk,” the pregnant blonde insisted.

“Uhm...”

“Coming Joe?”

“Yes Esther,” Joe chuckled.

He caught a smirk and a wink from Liana, sitting in the lap of a handsome, well-muscled, mixed race Barbadian, with intelligent eyes, about the same age as her. She’d told Joe the man had grown up in construction, studying business on the side, and managed to own the company he had worked for, going to sites all across the Caribbean. His peripatetic life kept him away from her fairly often, but they both thought that was fine. They would never get on each other’s nerves, and it made for some rather enthusiastic homecomings. Only jealousy became an issue, which they actually played with in their dom/sub games. Joe knew it wasn’t deserved for Liana, but he couldn’t be certain of the man, who definitely had the looks and the opportunity.

Joe wondered if the facial gesture from his former submissive meant she figured her youngest sister would become another of Joe’s conquests or she knew of the manipulations which threatened Moe’s and Chandi’s relationship. Maybe both?

Essie led them to the familiar, usually available guest room. The trysting room as Joe thought of it, near the garage entrance, where Joe had first got to know Chandi intimately.

“Sit,” Essie ordered the Barbadian beauty. Joe decided to sit on the bed beside her while Essie remained on her feet. “Do you know why we’re here?”

“Uhm.”

“The shy card,” Essie shook her head. “You’re interested in Joe?”

“Uhm.”

“Jeez. I saw the glances. I know the power of beauty. Getting any man you want as long as they’re straight. I suppose you know the lure. The poor needy beauty who never seems to meet the right guy. Either assholes or all too quick releases. Moe told you about Joe’s white knight kink. And how great he is in bed.”

“Uhm.”

“Jesus.”

“Maybe if you let her talk, Esther,” Joe suggested. “You can be quite intimidating.”

“Maybe,” Essie muttered. “But this one isn’t easily intimidated, are you? You’re too smart for that. You realized your power. Perhaps after one of those assholes played you. Made you suffer. You learned, because, like I said, you’re smart. You figured out you could have the power, didn’t you? Your beauty and your brains. Conspiring to get what you want. Playing the innocent card. The shy card. Like a purring little kitty. Then bang, the claws come out. You claim your prey.”

“Fuck you,” Hermione frowned.

“There she is Joe.”

Joe nodded. “What do you want, Hermione?”

“Tell him the truth, girl. Joe can be quite forgiving. I highly recommend it.”

“Let me rephrase the question,” Joe said. “What would you do to get what you want?”

“Why shouldn’t I get what I want if I can?” Hermione asked.

“Interesting question,” Essie smiled. “Depends on who you leave in your wake, and if you care about them. They say karma’s a bitch.”

“Karma’s a load of bollocks keeping people down. The smart ones, the ambitious ones, they don’t worry about that.”

“And they’re happy about that?”

“Why wouldn’t they be? Doesn’t getting what you want make you happy?”

“Does it? When you get it, then what? There’s a thousand quotes about life being in the getting, not in when it’s got. It’s like the rich people in the world never satisfied with their riches, always being acquisitive.”

“I have more than one ambition. And I do enjoy the process.”

“Do you?” Joe asked. “Like going down on that fat asshole Jonas?”

“I never went down on him.”

“No?”

“Fuck no. I teased him.”

“Joe?” Essie muttered.

“I know,” Joe said. “You didn’t give him what he wanted?”

“He got what he wanted.”

“But not from you.”

“No.”

“Then he didn’t get what he wanted, did he? Fucking the hot, shy girl. Instead he fucked a whore.”

“She was hot, and he didn’t pay her.”

“But she was still a whore!” Joe exclaimed. “And when will you have to close your eyes and let some asshole fuck you? When it’s someone who can get you a lot farther than Jonas ever could? You think they’ll just let you tease them? You think that would work? And you set it up, Hermione. You played to his inability to keep it in his pants. What will the next rung up expect?”

“I don’t have to be in movies,” Hermione murmured. “I figured it might be compromising. Something I didn’t have to deal with modelling. Looks and a decent agency and careful career choices did that. Except it ended up being too dull and stupid to bear.”

“So you’re not willing to whore yourself to become a star?” Joe asked.

“No. I love working with Moe.”

“And she loves working with you,” Essie frowned. “Or under you or over you or whatever position you prefer. Fucking Moira. I love her, but she can be an utter fool sometimes. Convincing herself of some stupid shit. Like wanting Chandi to herself at the expense of Joe. Like letting you manipulate her out of Chandi’s reach. Too stubborn to realize what she really needs and who she really loves.”

“Amen,” said Joe.

“Chandi made her choice,” said Hermione.

“Bullshit!” Joe yelled. “You want Moira for yourself. To get what you want. Partnership, isn’t it? When she finally gets back to New York. Maybe a featured model as well. Chandi’s a distraction. Takes her focus from you. But your ambition has made you an idiot. Because if you’d welcomed Chandi, been nice to her, not been an obvious manipulative bitch, which you couldn’t help expressing to Chandi, who, if anything, is ultra-sensitive to body language, so that when I make love to her, nothing needs to be said, because our bodies, our faces, express everything, you really could have had it all. Not to toot my own horn...”

“Go ahead and toot it, stud boy,” Essie giggled.

“Maybe you could toot it for me,” Joe smirked.

“I could toot it for her. A demonstration. Better yet...” she moved to the door. “Be right back.”

“What’s going on?” Hermione asked.

“Tell me the truth. Have you ever loved anyone?”

“I love Moira.”

“Loving and using are completely different things. Any men?”

“I thought I was.”

“The one who hurt you.”

“Yes. He was exciting. So full of ideas. Claimed to look after me, to make us both rich, but the next thing I know, he runs off with my first decent modeling payment to find his next victim.”

“What’s the lesson in that?”

“What?”

“What’s the lesson?”

“Not to be used? Be the user?”

“Not even close. Has that ever made you happy?”

“I’ve had some fun.”

“Kind of empty though, isn’t it? There’s a whole other level of fun when it’s shared, deeply shared with someone you love. That’s something you’ll never know until you wake up out of your so called ambitiousness. Which is just your bitter, cynical take on the world, isn’t it?”

Essie returned with Chandi in tow. Moe slipped in after and closed the door. “I wanted Chandi, but Moe decided to tag along,” she explained.

“Of course I’d come,” said Moe.

“Give me a second,” said Joe. “What’s the lesson, Hermione? What could have your asshole first love have had?”

Hermione’s eyes widened. “A fuck of a lot more money!”

“Exactly! He was clever, but stupid in the end.”

“But he never really loved me.”

“Of course not. And you’d probably kick him out before he got the full benefits of his scheme. But if he had loved you?”

“I don’t know, and that’s the point isn’t it?”

“The point is it’s a game of cards if you’re playing at love. Not to mention it’s a hell of a lot less fulfilling when it isn’t the real thing. Would you have stuck with Moira?”

“I plan to stick with her.”

“Because she’ll get you where you want and presumably keep you there.”

“She’s done it before. I’ve seen her portfolio. She’s as good as she’s ever been.”

“And Hermione’s a damn good graphic artist,” Moe added.

“Creative?”

“Yes.”

“Imaginative?”

“Yes.” Her response lessened in enthusiasm each time.

“Moe?” Hermione worriedly looked at her.

“What do you want Hermione?”

Hermione let out an unsteady laugh. “Joe asked the same thing.”

“And?”

“I want to be successful like you were. Like you still can be.”

“You want to be partners when I come back to New York and start things up again.”

“Yes.”

“How inspiring can you be?”

“What do you mean?”

“Let me give you an example. The way you played reluctant about being the representative of Barbados in our ad campaign. Very inspiring, feeding my ego. Can you keep doing that? Over and over? Relentlessly?”

“I can try.”

“Trying doesn’t cut it. Only proving it can. Being inspiring and inspired, that’s what my partners provided. What I needed from them. What they needed from me. I definitely want you to work for me. You are a talented graphic artist. I’d like to continue exploiting your beauty.”

“Exploiting?”

“Yes, Hermione. Your image. You have presence, both in print and film, and a nice voice and some ability to act. If you continue to be with me in the next few years, I’d have you taking acting classes to improve that ability. It’s what you want, isn’t it? Especially if you’re not my partner, but an employee, even if you’d be considered one of our top artists.”

“You’re saying this is all a stepping stone.”

“Isn’t it?”

“What we’re saying is you’re a manipulative bitch,” said Essie. “And both your manipulations and your assumptions are fucking you up.”

“Pretending it’s me that decided not to be with Moira and you,” Chandi explained, “and not your unwelcoming glances, your cold eyes and your arrogant smirk, which you managed to keep from Moira, making her think I was being jealous or some bullshit like that, you thought was a clever manipulation, but was actually a foolish mistake. Just like your presumption that you had the wherewithal to actually become partners with Moira in the big leagues, and not the small time ventures Moira involves herself with here to keep her toes in the game. Your mistakes, your presumptions, have put you in a corner. A dead end. Which is what you’re confronting now.

“As Moira just explained, you would never make partner. She likes you and desires you, but it was never enough. And now, with your misguided intentions clear, she’ll probably have a hard time trusting you in any position in her firm. Maybe as talent, a safer bet for your ambitiousness. You wouldn’t be in a position to try to steal clients at least.

“And pulling me away from Moira is taking you away from something fundamentally missing in your life. To love and to be loved. And you probably don’t even realize how close you were to getting that. Your cynicism and your anger probably keep blinding you to the possibility that being with someone you truly care about can never be a using situation. It’s about sharing and appreciating and loving. Without any advantages, except for the experience itself. The benefits only for each other in the moment. Which are huge by the way.

“I don’t know if it’s too late. But this could be a turning point. Because of our husband here. He likes to give women what they’ve missed. It’s a passion of his. Maybe even a kink. And you would be perfect. Giving you something you’ve never had and always needed, even if you don’t think you do.”

“Let her see,” said Essie.

Both Chandi and Joe smiled at their wife before embracing and kissing deeply. Everything else except each other were forgotten. Of course they were aware they had an audience, but that wasn’t important. Only being with each other was.

Joe showed his worship of Chandi, ending the kiss and slowly stripping her as she stood in front of him. Each part revealed got caressed and kissed. Worshipped. Until she was naked and he gently coaxed her to sit on the bed, whereupon he kissed up from her ankles slowly to her center. Then worked there, teasing her, hands rising to add nipples to her pleasure. Until her dwelling on the edge of orgasm had her lie back on the bed. He gently lifted her higher and stripped, the pause from his cunnilingus making her mewl cutely. But when he returned, with one lap of his tongue from anus, across her swollen labia and rigid clit, he sent her over, his name a guttural moan.

Only then did he enter her, keeping himself over her, the only contact, physically was the ever deepening thrust of his cock. And then the in and out of fucking. Lovemaking obviously, because, hovering over her, his eyes remained on hers, and both saw the pleasure they both bestowed on each other.

Several minutes of that, slow thrusts and retreats, the connection of eyes, could have been boring in its repetition for those who watched, but the obvious love expressed mesmerized.

Then Chandi, who had lifted her pelvis into his thrusts, started lifting more emphatically, steering things to a faster and harder thrusting. And more physical contact began. Her eyes closing and her head bending back as she gasped her pleasure broke the connecting gaze. Joe grasped her ass to accentuate even more their impact while his mouth lowered to nibble on her taut nipples. She no longer just thrust her pelvis up to meet his downward thrusts. Her body undulated beneath him. Her gasps and moans contained words. Expletives. The sacred and the profane. And his name. His name elongated in the end. Squeezed from her tightened body. And Joe grunting hers after a few quick strokes. Pushing deep. His body undulating this time, expressing the throbs of his release.