Chapter 37

Author’s Note: This is the penultimate chapter to Book One, and I think some of you have wondered how this plays out. Well, we’ll find out rather quickly here. There won’t be much of a lag between this and Book Two. I envision the series as a trilogy, and it’s been wanting to come out onto the keyboard for a long time. Thank you for reading, voting, and providing invaluable feedback.

The weekend with Kat and Jess was a benchmark in pleasure and excess. The girls were insatiable and relentless. I couldn’t believe my good fortune. And I also started to wonder if I was up to the task of handling them both. I couldn’t ignore the totality of this situation. Was it sustainable? The ensuing several months seemed to imply just that. Jess and Kat became very close friends. We had a great routine, Jess and I morphing into a real couple in a serious, albeit unique, relationship. We had discussed moving in together. I saw Kat at least two times a week, and the three of us played together almost every week.

I hadn’t broached the subject of Kat’s happiness in her marriage again. Partly that was because I was so happy with Jess. It surprised me that, as far as I knew, she had remained heterosexually monogamous with me since our reunion. Her partying stayed under control. We had even found her a new job as a receptionist at a plastic surgeon’s office. It was the same office where Gloria, the bimbo bombshell for whom I played bull for her and her cuckold husband, worked as a physician’s assistant. Life was beautiful, and it was only going to get better because we were about to fulfill one of my longtime fantasies.

“Relax,” Jess said, smoothing out the front of my button-down shirt. “You look great. It’s not like you to be nervous.”

“It’s more excitement than nerves,” I said. “And a little exhaustion.” I smiled at her.

“Here,” she said, passing me the coke bullet. Kat had introduced her to the device, and Jess immediately had fallen in love with it. “Perk up.”

I took two quick bumps and kissed her.

“You look gorgeous,” I said. She wore an olive green wrap dress made of a wispy, thin fabric, which clung to her hard nipples and hips.

“This dress is too short,” she said breezily. “There’s no way your cum isn’t just going to leak all over the seat.”

“You know that’s kind of the point,” I said with a grin.

“Let’s go,” she shooed me forward. “We don’t want to be late.”

We didn’t talk much in the Uber on the short ride to the restaurant, a teeming and trendy French bistro that was a playground for the wealthy and pretend-wealthy socialites. The food was mediocre, but the wine list was deep and exceptionally priced. It had become a favorite spot for Jess and me to people-watch, eat French fries, and drink Champagne.

I held the door for Jess when we arrived, and I enjoyed the leers from, in particular, the older men as she sashayed through the crowded entryway. She walked confidently, obviously knowing exactly where she was headed.

“Hi!” she exclaimed as we reached a table in the center of the room, beneath a massive-yet-tasteful crystal chandelier. “That dress is too cute!”

Kat stood up and greeted Jess with an excited hug, but she looked past her and made eye contact directly with me. I smiled and walked up to James.

“Hey, man,” I said, “it’s great to see you. I’m so glad this worked out.”

“Me, too!” he said enthusiastically. “Great way to end the week.”

Jess moved between us and greeted James with a hug, leaving me to hug Kat.

“No panties,” she whispered hurriedly during our brief embrace.

“Grab a seat,” James said. “I ordered some Champagne.”

The four of us sat down, and I couldn’t bear to wipe the smile off my face. Kat and Jess were talking excitedly, partially out of nervousness, I could tell.

“How’s work going, James?” I asked while we waited on the first round of drinks.

“Finally seeing some light at the end of the tunnel,” he said. “We had so many closings to finish out the year.”

“I hear you,” I said, nodding my head. “I always love the break once January hits.”

I smiled at him, and he launched into a description of a particularly complicated deal he had worked on. But my thoughts drifted. I glanced at Kat surreptitiously. Her blue dress was a twin of the one Jess wore, and it looked equally flattering on her. I faked my engagement with James’s story as I remembered the rustling sound of the blue fabric as I had pulled it up over Kat’s hips only two hours before.

I nodded and made a small-talk comment to show James I was listening.

“Are you nervous?” I had asked Kat as she bent over the side of my couch, a longtime favorite spot for quickies.

“No,” she said, pulling her cheeks apart slightly to display herself for me. “Can’t you see that I’m dripping? This is your biggest fantasy.”

“It is,” I admitted.

“I can’t believe you can find ways to take me to even higher levels of pleasure,” she said. “I thought we had peaked.”

“I hope we never peak,” I said as I sank inside her.

It had been a true quickie. I didn’t last more than five minutes. Kat didn’t cum, but that was part of the point. I wanted her arousal to be off the charts. I wanted her sitting across from me, everyone at the table knowing she was leaking my cum. Everyone except her husband.