Chapter 4

After five years of touring the United States and building his reputation, Marlena and Thomas were to sail for England five months after Thomas’s twenty-second birthday. Two first-class cabins were booked on the Queen Mary.

Thomas was recognized the first night they entered the dining room and seated at the captain’s table. The word spread that he was on board and about to tour Europe. Parents went out of their way to meet him and introduce their unmarried daughters.

Young girls from 2^nd class didn’t bother with an introduction. They snuck up to 1^st class and threw themselves at him.

During their five-day crossing to England, Thomas had sex with six women. Marlena was not thrilled that he occupied himself with this new game of sneaking a debutant into his cabin in the afternoon. Then sneak a 2^nd class passenger into his 1^st class cabin at night and allows them to sleep with him. He even bragged to Marlena that the 2^nd class girls were better fucks and never refused to suck his cock. She listened to his bragging and tried to smile approvingly, thankful that he was not demanding that she suck his cock and open her legs for him.

Marlena knew he was very dependent on her management skills and contacts, but she could tell he was losing interest in her as a sex partner. After all, she was forty-one, and he was a young man of twenty-two. It was only natural that he would pursue younger women. Marlena was happy to see that phase in their relationship coming to an end. She hoped the days of giving herself to him and playing his sex games were over, and she could concentrate on managing his career. He was no longer a teenager who needed to be guided through those difficult years and protected from those who would use him for their own ends. He was a man and free to choose who he bed and spent time with. Marlena had to admit that he had grown up to be a very handsome young man. Getting women to sleep with him took hardly any effort on his part. Some propositioned him, and some gave him phone numbers. Most followed him to his room after he bought them dinner or offered them a nightcap. Although, Marlena had misgivings about his promiscuity and excesses. She kept her thoughts to herself.

England was a turning point in Thomas’ life. He became friendly with three men a few years older than him and a lot wiser in the ways of the world. They took him out on the town, procured women and pornography for him. Unknown to Marlena at the time, they introduced him to the use of drugs. Bobby and Allen were English; Marcel was French. They would never be far from him throughout the entire European tour. Marlena knew Thomas was paying their hotel and bar bill. When she tried to warn Thomas of their false friendship and that they were only using him, he became belligerent and accused her of trying to pull him away from his friends because he wasn’t fucking her anymore.

By the end of their third week in England, his new friends took up all of Thomas’ free time. That gave Marlena more free time in the evenings when he wasn’t performing. She could no longer tolerate sitting in her hotel room waiting to see if he had returned safely. She needed to get out, relax, and relieve some of the constant tension she felt when around Thomas and his new friends.

She rang up Arnold Weathersby and his wife, Rebecca. A couple that she had a close relationship with during her second European tour. Marlena hadn’t seen them in years. However, they would frequently correspond through letters and an occasional phone call. Arnold is a composer, and Rebecca is a violinist with a lovely voice but has never sung professionally. Rebecca played in the ensemble that accompanied Marlena, and Arnold worked with Marlena on her arrangements when she toured Europe. It wasn’t long after they became friends that they became lovers. Marlena still remembers the night Arnold and Rebecca seduced her. Marlena was twenty, Arnold and Rebecca were a few years older.

Marlana and Arnold sat at the piano while Rebecca sat on the couch, enjoying a glass of wine. Arnold had suggested a change to her opening number, which they were both excited about. Arnold put an arm around her and hugged her to his side. A gesture that was not unfamiliar to Marlena when they worked together, and they were pleased with what they had accomplished. Marlena can still remember that special moment when she looked into his eyes and felt a stirring in her loins. They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment. Then he kissed her. Marlena didn’t think when she put her arms around Arnold and returned the kiss. Marlena pushed him away as she remembered Rebecca was in the room. She got up from the piano and turned to Rebecca, “I’m so sorry, Rebecca. I don’t know what came over me.”

Marlena put her hand to her mouth and started to weep when Rebecca put her wine glass down. Rebecca stood up and walked toward Marlena, her expression giving nothing away. Rebecca was only a step away when Marlena closed her eyes and waited for the slap on the face she was sure she would receive and deserved. Rebecca took Marlena’s wrists and pulled her hands away from her face. Marlena trembled. Rebecca kissed her with more passion than when Marlena had kissed Arnold.

“My husband finds you very attractive and quite alluring, Marlena, and so do I.” Rebecca put her hand on Marlena’s cheek, leaned forward, and kissed her again.

Marlena’s arms went around Rebecca and held her close. “I love you, Rebecca. I love you both.” As Rebecca and Marlena held each other and kissed, Arnold went behind his wife. His arms went around her waist as he kissed the back of her neck.

Marlena felt Rebecca’s hands on her breasts and welcomed the touch of this raven-haired woman she admired for her talent and beauty. The last time a woman touched her body sexually was when she snuck out of her hotel room in France on her first European tour.

Rebecca and Arnold each took a hand and led Marlena to the bed. Marlena became the object of their love. Arnold and Rebecca kissed her as they removed her dress and undergarments. When Malena was naked and lying on the bed, Arnold and Rebecca stood at the end of the bed and undressed each other. Marlena touched herself as she watched them kiss and fondle their mate. Rebecca went to her knees. She held Arnold’s semi-erect cock in her hand and sucked it as she reached up and tugged on his nipples. When Arnold was fully erect, Rebecca stood up, and they moved onto the bed with Marlena.

Marlena lay in the middle as Rebecca and Arnold kissed her and ran their hands lightly over her body. They would take turns kissing her lips, her breasts, and thighs. Marlena moaned and spread her legs even more as Rebecca licked her pussy. When Rebecca determined the time was right, she would move aside. Marlena opened her arms to Arnold as he took Rebecca’s place between her legs and slipped his cock into her. Well prepared by Rebecca, Marlena had an orgasm almost instantly.

Multiple orgasms were commonplace when Rebecca and Arnold came to her bed. When Arnold rolled off of her, she would make love to Rebecca, kissing her lips and breasts, feeling the wetness between her legs. Arnold would watch and touch her as Marlena’s kisses worked their way down Rebecca’s body. Marlena licked Rebecca until she had an orgasm that first night and many nights thereafter.

Other than that, one night in France so long ago, when a woman awakened Marlena to the sensual touch of another woman, Rebecca is the only woman Marlena ever wanted to have sex with. Marlena was very fond of Arnold and enjoyed sex with him. But she loved Rebecca with a passion only a young, very lonely girl could have for her lover. After the European tour ended, Marlena engaged in two short-term lesbian affairs over the following year. Although the experience was sexually satisfying and lustful, she never felt the passion and love that she had for Rebecca. Each affair lasted less than three months.

Marlena rang up her old friends. Rebecca answered, and they talked for a half-hour. Rebecca insisted that Marlena come for dinner the following evening. Marlena was delighted that she would see Arnold and Rebecca again and immediately accepted the invitation.

The next evening, Marlena took the train to Canterbury and took a taxi to their residence. She rang the bell, and a young man answered the door. Marlena smiled at the young man when she realized who he was, “My goodness, you must be Peter.”

“Yes, I’m Peter. Welcome to our home, Miss Parcells. Come in and let me take your coat. My mother and father have missed you.”

Peter led Marlena to the Parlor, “Mom and Dad are fussing with the last of the dinner they prepared. Can I offer you a drink?”

“Thank you. Water would be good right now.”

While Peter was pouring Marlena a glass of water, Arnold gave Marlena a hug and a kiss to welcome her to his home, “It’s so good to see you, Marlena. Rebecca will be right out. She is putting a few finishing touches on dinner.”

Rebecca made her appearance wearing an apron and open arms. The two women went to each other and hugged. Much to Marlena’s surprise, Rebecca kissed her passionately in front of her son.

“Come, Marlena, dinner is ready.” Rebecca led everyone to the dining room. Rebecca seated Marlena across from Peter. Rebecca sat at the end of the table, still wearing her apron, as Arnold went around the table and poured wine for everyone. Then he carved the roast as Rebecca started passing around the plates of vegetables and potatoes. Marlena was delighted. It had that homey feel that she missed when on tour.

The dinner was delicious, and the wine was excellent. Conversation varied from moment to moment, with funny antidotes and experiences from their past. Rebecca and Arnold spoke proudly and deservedly so of Peter’s academic achievements in college. Marlena spoke of her school and the challenges of managing Thomas Taylor, leaving out any reference to her involvement in his sex life.

Peter listened quietly to their conversation, especially when they spoke of their time working together.

When there was a lull in the conversation, Peter said, “I love to listen when my mother and father talk about you. All the good times you had when you were on tour.”

“Oh my, what did we do that was so exciting that they needed to talk about me?”

Arnold and Rebecca laughed, “He knows Marlena. He found the pictures we took.”

Marlena remembered a night of mischief in Spain, “Not the ones Arnold took when we were in Madrid?”

“Yes, those.”

Being a bit embarrassed in front of Peter, Marlena tried to play the incident down, “Oh my, we were very drunk, Peter. It was a ridiculous thing to do.”

Rebecca was not going to let Marlena get away with that excuse, “We were not that drunk, Marlena. We were both in love with you, and we treasure those pictures as we treasure the time we spent with you. Peter knows I’m bi-sexual, and I have a woman friend I invite over occasionally to join me for the night.

Marlena knew what pictures they were referring to. She had a set tucked away in her apartment in Boston. Arnold had bought a new camera that he was excited about because he could set a timer to take pictures. The pictures were not that revealing, or they would never have been able to get them printed commercially. There were pictures of her and Rebecca posing in their underwear and photos of them kissing. Many of the photos are of the three of them in bed kissing with the covers pulled up to their waist. The pictures never showed genitals, but it was apparent they were naked. The girl’s breasts were visible, but that was not a big no, no, like in the United States. It was apparent that Marlena was the center of attention for her two lovers.

Marlena couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed that their son knew of her involvement with his parents. Marlena thought it best to change the subject. “I would love to have you all come to London and attend one of Thomas’ concerts.”

Rebecca looked deeply disappointed as she made the very real excuse of why they could not accept Marlena’s invitation. “We would have loved to go to London to attend a concert but a night in a hotel and the tickets are hard to get and very pricy. With Peter’s college expenses, we can’t spend the money right now.”

Marlena smiled and reached into her purse, which hung on the back of her chair. She pulled out an envelope and removed three tickets, “They are not box seats, but they are very good seats. I will arrange to have a hotel room waiting for you, and don’t you dare protest because I will have a room for you whether you come or not.”

Marlena was pleased. Everyone seemed delighted with the invitation. Soon, dinner was over, and Peter excused himself and said he had another engagement and wouldn’t be back till late the following afternoon. He said his goodbyes and kissed his mother on the cheek before leaving.

Marlena turned toward Rebecca, “I have to keep reminding myself that the subject of sex would never be discussed at the dinner table in the States but is an acceptable topic of conversation in Europe.”

Rebecca got up and stood behind Marlena’s chair. She put her hand on Marlena’s shoulder and leaned over to kiss her neck, “I still love you, Marlena.” Marlena laid her hand on top of Rebecca’s and turned her head to look up at Rebecca, “I love you too, and I have missed you.”

“Come, Marlena. Arnold will clean up.” Rebecca took Marlena’s hand and led her up the stairs to her bedroom.

Marlena knew the answer before she asked, “Peter left to give us this time together?”

“Yes, we told him we wanted to spend time alone with you. We didn’t have to tell him why. He knows. But we knew we couldn’t keep him from meeting you once he knew you were coming. The stories, your fame, and, of course, the photographs have built quite the alluring image of the beautiful Marlena Parcells in the mind of my son.”

Marlena smiled, “I hope I didn’t disappoint him.”

“No, Marlena, you did not. He couldn’t keep his eyes off you.”

Arnold started clearing the table when Marlena stood to take Rebecca’s hand, “Come Marlena, I have not been able to stop thinking about you since the moment you called.” Arnold smiled when Marlena looked back at him, “Go, Marlena, I will take care of everything down here.” Rebecca led Marlena up to her bedroom. It was a pleasant room with a four poster double bed.

It seemed time melted away when Rebecca and Marlena embraced and kissed long and passionately. Rebecca stepped back and held Marlena at arm’s length, “You are more beautiful than ever, Marlena. Take your clothes off and let my eyes make love to you.

Marlena smiled as she unbuttoned her blouse, and Rebecca sat in a chair to watch her. This was a game Rebecca and Arnold played with her. Sometimes, Rebecca and Arnold were dressed while they watched her. Sometimes, they were naked and caressing each other as they watched her remove her clothing. Like this evening, sometimes only Rebecca watched Marlena slowly remove each piece of clothing until she was down to nothing but her panties. Marlena walked toward Rebecca and put her hands on her shoulders. Rebecca slowly pulled her panties down enough to expose her pubic hair and kissed her belly. Rebecca pulled Marlena’s panties to her knees. Marlena knew what was coming next as she spread her legs as best she could with her panties still around her knees. Rebecca slid off the chair to her knees and put her hands on Marlena’s hips as she kissed her mound.

Rebecca looked into Marlena’s eyes, “I hope you don’t mind, but I told Arnold I wanted you all to myself tonight.”

Marlena looked into Rebecca’s watery hazel eyes that were about to tear and saw not only lust but love, “One hour, two hours, all night, and I wouldn’t care. I have missed you so much, Rebecca. You know you are the only woman I ever loved. The only woman I truly want to make love to. After our tour ended and I went home, I had two short affairs with women, but I was never able to recapture what we had together. I’m going to cry for a week when I leave. Come, Rebecca, Let me help you undress. I want to make love to you. I want to touch you, hold you, and kiss you.”

Rebecca stood and let Marlena undress her. Helping only when a button or a snap proved difficult as they kissed. When they were undressed, they looked each other over, and Marlena giggled, “We are not in our twenties anymore.”

“No, we are not, but I can still make you cum.”

The two lovers got into bed to renew their love and perhaps relive a bit of their past. Their legs entwined as they kissed, and their hands roamed over each other’s body. They rubbed on each other’s thighs, masturbating as they kissed and ran their hands over each other. Marlena was the first to kiss her way down to take a nipple in her mouth and suck. Their legs entwined as they rubbed on each other.

Rebecca was half lying on Marlena with her hand between her legs. She could feel the wetness, see the lust in her eyes, “Does the beautiful Marlena have a lover?”

“There is a man in the States that I entertain occasionally, but nothing serious. Thomas takes up a lot of my time. Like now, we spend so much time away from Boston on tour.”

“The poor man, he must miss you terribly.”

Marlena thought of Shaun Baker and how she had been neglecting him. Often making excuses why she could not see him after coming home from a tour exhausted and tired of Thomas’s sex games. Constantly feeling guilty that she would give in to Thomas and, more often than not, achieve an orgasm in the final act with him and the young men he selected for her to have sex with.

“Maybe not. We have never thought of it as an exclusive relationship.”

“Thank god for that,” Rebecca replied in jest as she kissed Marlena and pinched her nipple. Rebecca worked her way down Marlena’s midriff and licked her inner thighs, sending shivers of lustful anticipation throughout Marlena’s body.

Marlena savored Rebecca’s soft touch and unhurried exploration of her body. The touch that was somehow so much softer than a man’s. There was no rush to an orgasm or even a need as they kissed and touched each other with their legs entwined. They would have made love for over an hour before Rebecca kissed Marlena’s vulva and used her tongue to lick her clit. Marlena would have two orgasms, to Rebecca’s one, before they snuggled and occasionally kissed as they talked for hours. It was 1:00 in the morning before they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

When Marlena woke the following morning, she found Arnold standing beside the bed with a breakfast tray in his hand, “Good morning, Marlena. Wake up, my lazy wife, before your breakfast gets cold.”

Marlena poked Rebecca, “Wake up, sleepy head.”

“Okay, okay, I’m awake. How would you like to sleep in the guest room again tonight, my dear husband?” was Rebecca’s snappy reply.

Arnold laughed as he set the tray down over Marlena’s lap. He kissed Rebecca and then Marlena, “I’ll leave you two alone to have your breakfast.”

Rebecca sat up and let the covers fall to her waist. She stretched her arms over her head as she turned to Arnold. “Thanks, love.”

Marlena’s eyes followed Arnold as he left the room. She turned to Rebecca, “He is coming back, isn’t he?”

“Yes, he is just giving us time to have our breakfast.” Rebecca kissed Marlena, “I’m famished, and I need to pee and brush my teeth. Now eat up.”

“Yes. I suppose we should, and a shower, too.”

Rebecca lifted her arm, turned her head and sniffed, “Yes, a shower would be lovely.”

Arnold is fifty. His hair has greyed around the edges. His face shows an older man, but his body hasn’t lost much of the tone he had in his youth.

Arnold felt a stirring in his loins that he had not felt in years as he looked at the two lovely women waiting in his bed for him. One the love of his life and the mother of his son. The other was a woman who had captivated both of them in their youth and still held a power over them even after all these years.

Both women smiled as they watched Arnold remove his clothes and slip into the bed with them. Arnold lay next to Marlena and leaned over her to kiss his wife, “Make love to her, my darling.”

Rebecca didn’t hesitate to kiss her way down Melena’s torso. She would enjoy getting Marlena ready for her husband. Marlena reached out and held Arnold’s hand as his wife positioned herself between her spread legs. Rebecca would lick Marlena near to orgasm before she would relinquish her lover to her husband.

Only minutes later, Marlena was panting and squeezing Arnold’s hand. Rebecca stopped licking Marlena’s clit and moved away. Marlena kissed Arnold, slid lower, and took him into her mouth. Rebecca never stopped touching and kissing Marlena as Marlena serviced her husband. Marlena felt Rebecca put her hands on her back, her ass and between her legs. Rebecca kissed the back of Marlena’s neck as she moved her hair aside and whispered, “We missed you, Marlena. You will always be our favorite.”

Rebecca’s hands moved over Marlena’s ass, and felt her pussy. “She is ready, Arnold. Make love to her, my darling.”

Marlena rolled onto her back and kissed Rebecca as she pulled up her knees and spread her legs. Arnold kissed and licked her pussy before positioning himself to make love to a woman he adored. Arnold sighed as his cock sunk into Marlena. Rebecca was smiling as she watched her husband with their lover. Arnold kept a slow and steady pace until he felt Marlena grip him tighter and close her eyes. A sign that Marlena was about to orgasm. Arnold kissed her as he increased his effort to reach his release with her. They reached an orgasm almost simultaneously. Marlena Rebecca and Marlena were still kissing long after Arnold rolled off of Marlena.

Later that morning, Arnold and Rebecca drove Marlena to the train station. Marlena had tears in her eyes as she hugged and kissed Rebecca and Arnold goodbye.

Marlena took Rebecca, Arnold, and Peter backstage after the concert to introduce them to Thomas. Thomas was very gracious to Marlena’s friends, with all his admirers, press, and promoters watching his every move. As they watched Thomas greet his admirers, Rebecca remarked, “He is quite the handsome and talented young man, but he seems to be a bit of a divo.”

“He is quite the handful at times, but his talent is remarkable.”

“And quite the ladies’ man.”

“There is that,” Marlena agreed.

Thomas retired to his dressing room once the meet and greet was over. Marlena led her friends out the stage door to a waiting taxi. Traffic was light, and it was only a fifteen-minute ride to the hotel. Once they were in the lobby, Marlena gave Arnold their room key. She wrote her suite number and a note on a program and handed it to Rebecca when she knew Peter wasn’t looking.

When Marlena arrived back at her suite, she freshened up with a quick shower. She let her hair down and put on a light grey mid-thigh length satin camisole and a white floor-length silk dressing gown. She checked her watch, thinking that Arnold and Rebecca should be arriving soon. There was a knock on the door.

Marlena opened her door expecting Rebecca and Arnold, but she had not expected Peter to be with them. Marlena quickly recovered from her surprise and invited them in. She made an excuse for her appearance, “I’m sorry, I wasn’t expecting you so soon. I was just about to change.” Rebecca took her in her arms and kissed her on the cheek, “You look fine, don’t bother to change.”

A quick kiss for Arnold, and she greeted Peter, “I’m so glad you could join us. I have Champaign, tea, and biscuits.” Marlena gestured toward the cart, room service had left for her.

When her guests were seated, Marlena served the tea.

Marlena was glad of the company but was confused about why they brought Peter with them until Arnold took out his camera and explained, “Just a bit of fun, Marlena. Peter, Rebecca, and I would like to get a few photos of you with Peter.

“Well, I guess I better change.”

“No, no, you’re fine.

“Alright.” Marlena gestured to Peter, “I would like a picture of us for myself. All I have is baby pictures. Come over here, Peter.” Marlena put her arm around Peter when he stood next to her. Marlena smiled, and Arnold took pictures.

Thinking the photo session was over, Marlena moved away from Peter and picked up her tea. It was Rebecca who suggested something totally unexpected.

“Marlena, I know this may sound strange, but we would like to get pictures of you in bed with Peter ... Nothing like in Spain, I assure you — just something to suggest more than there is for our private collection.

Marlena was undoubtedly taken aback by that unexpected request, “You want me to get in bed with your son while you take pictures of us pretending to be lovers?”

“Yes, that’s what we would like to do. Don’t worry.” Rebecca assured her, “We will be the only ones to see them, and it will mean so much to Peter.”

Marlena smiled as she said, “This is a highly unusual request even for you, Rebecca. I don’t suppose there is a lot of harm in it, and I trust you. Marlena took them into the bedroom and removed her dressing gown before getting in bed. Marlena could tell Peter was blushing as he took off his clothes. Wearing just his boxers, he got in next to Marlena. Marlena wasn’t planning to expose her breasts or remove her satin camisole. Taking a few pictures would be a harmless bit of fun with the young man who admired her and might have had some very naughty thoughts about the woman she was in the past.

Peter got under the covers and moved close to Marlena. “You have no idea how often I lay in bed thinking about what I would do if I ever had a chance to be with you like this.”

“You’re right. I had no idea. Imagine me, a young man’s fantasy girl.” Marlena chuckled, “You did respect me in the morning.” She kissed his cheek as Arnold took the first picture.

A bit embarrassed that Marlena would express so freely that she knew he masturbated to thoughts of her, but she did not seem upset with the knowledge. Peter admitted his weakness, “Ever since I found those pictures and heard the stories of your adventures with my parents, I must admit you have become a bit of an obsession.”

His confession amused Marlena as she told him light-heartedly, “You keep those thoughts to yourself, young man. A few pictures of me in my night clothes is all you are getting tonight.”

Peter sat beside Marlena in the middle of the bed with his arm around her. Marlena leaned on him and put her head on his shoulder, and Arnold took a picture. The covers were a little above their waist. Marlena knew these were going to be very special pictures for Peter. She kissed his cheek and placed her hand on his naked chest as Arnold took another picture. Arnold took more photos of them smiling and kissing from different angles until Marlena said, “Just one more picture of us together, and I would like a copy.” Marlena adjusted the covers to cover her and Peter a bit more. She smiled as she rolled onto her side, moved as close to Peter as she could, and kissed him on the lips as her hand moved under the covers.

Peter flinched but said nothing, which is precisely what Marlena wanted. She knew Peter would never forget where her hand was when he looked at the pictures.

Arnold took the picture as Marlena held what she thought was a rather large and very erect cock in her hand. When Arnold said, “Got it.” and turned away. Marlena squeezed Peter’s cock. She hadn’t planned on doing that, but now that she had, she felt an excitement and a stirring in her loins. Was this young man’s cock as big as it felt in her hand?

The tenseness in Peter’s face and his ridged body didn’t go unnoticed by his mother. She knew something unplanned had happened.

Arnold was putting his camera away when Marlena kissed Peter before getting out of bed to put on her dressing gown. Rebecca smiled. She could not miss her son’s condition as he pulled on his trousers.

Marlena walked Peter to the door and kissed him goodnight. As she hugged Peter, Marlena whispered, “Don’t you ever tell your mother what I did.”

Peter smiled, “Never.” One more hug and Peter left.

Arnold and Rebecca were already removing their clothes. Marlena went to the minibar and poured herself a glass of Champagne. With her back to them, she took a sip as she thought to herself, “It’s a damn good thing Arnold and Rebecca didn’t leave me alone with him.”

Marlena heard Rebecca and Arnold get into bed. She finished half of the champagne and put the glass on the minibar. Marlena turned toward her guests, removing her dressing gown and camisole as she walked toward the bed naked. Marlena threw the dressing gown and camisole aside and got in the bed between Rebecca and Arnold. She kissed Rebecca and felt for Arnold’s cock. Marlena rolled on her side, facing Rebecca. She pulled a leg up. Arnold spooned in behind her and slipped his cock into Marlena as she kissed his wife and felt her breasts.

It was late afternoon when Marlena kissed her guests goodbye. She would have to hurry if she was going to get dressed, rouse Thomas to go over last-minute details, and get him to the concert hall on time.