Chapter 34

I didn’t have to wait long. Kat and Jess met two days later for happy hour. A happy hour that lasted for five hours. Kat, needing to get home to her husband, left it to Jess to debrief me on what had transpired. I figured if they had talked for that long, it had to be at least moderately good news.

Jess was cheerfully drunk when she got to my apartment. She wore a floral summer dress. It was too hot outside for anything else.

“How’d it go?” I asked, anxiously awaiting the report.

She threw herself into my arms and gave me a sloppy kiss.

“Fuck me first,” she said. “I got so worked up hearing about you and Kat and your adventures.” She pulled her dress up and showed off her nakedness underneath. “I’m soaking,” she said, swaying a bit side to side. “You have had too much fun without me.”

“Okay,” I said, not putting up much of a fight. “I’ll make you a deal. Bend over, and tell me while I’m inside you.”

“Yes, baby,” she said and bent over the kitchen counter, “fill me up, and I’ll tell you all about what your slutty girlfriends agreed to.”

I slid easily into Jess’s pussy, a familiar, wet glove framed by her thick, bubble butt. I held myself inside her and said, “Start talking.”

“I want you to give it to me rough tonight,” she said. “I like when I feel like I’m your possession.”

“Talk,” I ordered. “I’m not going to move my cock until you do.”

“You are such a cruel tease,” she said, words slightly slurred. “Kat is very sweet. I like her a lot. She’s funny and charming. I know what you see in her. She’s exactly your type. Do you really tell her when to wear butt plugs on TV?”

“I do,” I said and thrust inside her, forcing her to grunt. “Keep going.”

“She’s an adrenaline junkie,” Jess said. “And she also likes to submit to you. What I got from our conversation is that you two have just constantly raised the stakes in your affair, always chasing some higher high. She craves that and wants to keep it going. Yes, fuck, just like that. Fuck me harder.”

My balls slapped against her ass cheeks.

“Kat wants to keep the routine you have,” she said, her breathing getting heavier. “You know that won’t make me jealous. How many other women have you fucked since I’ve known you?”

“You know I don’t count, baby,” I said, keeping up my pace. “But dozens. Probably a hundred.”

“And she gets really turned on by the idea of you having a girlfriend -- yes, god, keep giving me those long strokes! -- so you can bring your affair closer to home,” she said. “She knows she can get away more easily if she’s out with a girlfriend like me.”

At this point, I couldn’t believe my good luck.

“And what about you, darling?” I asked. “How do you feel about it?”

“If I get to have you?” she said. “I’m okay with anything you do. I thought four years together taught you that. This could be a lot of fun. Having a hot little slut for us to play with. I think it’ll keep you closer to me. I’ll know where you are.” She giggled.

This was true good fortune. My mind worked overtime on fantasies as Jess’s tight cunt gripped me like a vise. She could sense my arousal.

“You’re plotting already, aren’t you, sweetheart?” she asked. “Thinking of the dirty things you’re going to make us do for you? Are you going to make us your dirty sluts?”

“You already are a dirty slut,” I growled. I was close. She could sense it, too.

“Your dirty slut,” she said. “I can’t believe I lived without you so long. Give me that cum. Please. Please!” Her voice turned sultry and deep when she begged.

I unloaded inside Jess. My brain raced. This was too easy. There had to be a catch. She turned around and rubbed her nose against mine. Her eyes were adoring.

“What’s the catch?” I said.

“Babe, there’s no catch,” she said.

“I don’t believe you,” I said, more in a teasing manner than seriously.

“You’re not going to marry me,” Jess said candidly. “I’m not going to be faithful to you. I didn’t fuck for a year, and having you these last two weeks has that inner slut on fire again. You know how I get. It’s part of me. It’s part of how I handle you being a bachelor.”

Jess was a wild child. I knew it when I met her. I knew it the entire time we dated. I don’t know why I would have thought that would have changed. Maybe I thought it was part of growing up -- a silly presumption, of course, because I never grew up. Nothing Jess had done ever bothered me too much. She had the mentality of a man when it came to sex, and I never thought it right to judge her for that. She loved one-night stands. She loved going out and finding random hookups. She liked blowing her coke dealer for a little heavier bag. She swiped on dating apps in her spare time because she loved variety and didn’t want to miss out. Jess was like me. Part of the intensity of our connection was this overlap in our DNA.

“You know I’d never try to change you,” I said, kissing her. “I love you for you. I always have.”

“You know it doesn’t mean I’m not yours,” she said.

“I know,” I said. “I think you’ll get more of my time this go-around.”

“Can we make Kat our toy?” she asked, somewhat shyly.

“You still like girls occasionally?” I inquired. She nodded and blushed. “Do you and Melanie still play?”