Chapter 25

Author’s Note: Wrapping up the date night trilogy. We start with an Alix vignette, then move into John and Rita’s date night. Please enjoy.

Alix grinned at me from her knees, cushioned by the thick pillow beneath her. She made a show of reaching for the coconut oil bottle that sat adjacent on the ground and pouring a generous amount on her tanned breasts. Her hands nominally worked on rubbing the oil into her skin. They seemed more concerned with caressing her tits and tweaking her nipples, where new gold hoops had replaced her signature barbells.

“Come on, stud,” Alix told me. “This is how your friend Jason likes to finish with me. You wouldn’t believe what big loads he shoots all over my tits. And my neck. And face. And hair. God, he cums so fucking much.”

She encased my cock, glistening with her saliva, between her massive tits and squeezed them together. Then she started titty fucking me, and I never knew it could feel so good. It had been a relatively rare activity in my life, since I frequently had gone through periods where I preferred natural breasts. But Alix had insisted. She promised me she would change my mind.

“Fuck, that feels amazing,” I said.

“I told you,” she said. “My tits can be as tight as a pussy.”

I watched my cock head peek out between her cleavage when she dropped all the way down. Otherwise, my fleshy rod disappeared between her mounds. Alix grinned at me, her eyes lit with anticipation behind her glasses. She had worn the glasses just for me, too.

“Fuck, Alix, I’m going to cum,” I said.

“That’s the whole point, John,” she said, never losing her pace. “See if you can paint me with a bigger load than Jason.” She paused and added a taunt. “I doubt it,” she said.

The first rope of cum hit below her chin. Alix then freed my cock from between her tits, and the next four jets splattered across her glasses.

“Fuck,” I said, letting myself collapse against the back of the pool lounge chair I sat on.

“What a beautiful fucking load, stud,” Alix said.

She let her finger scoop up the cum off her chin, and she lewdly sucked it off with her tongue.

“You painted my glasses!” she said playfully. She took them off and looked at me wickedly. Then she proceeded to lick all the cum off of them.

“You are just a totally limitless slut, aren’t you?” I said with admiration.

“What can I say,” she said, making a show of savoring my cum as she swallowed it. “I truly love my work.”

“You’re amazing at it,” I said. “And Jess trusts you. A lot.”

“Thanks,” she said. “I really love doing this. I want to be good at it. I think I have some big opportunities ahead.”

I took the hint. “Has Jess talked to you about what she and Kelly have discussed?” I asked.

“She has,” she said. “I think she wants me to do more management. I’m good at it.”

“You are,” I said. “Does that mean you’ll take fewer appointments?”

“Maybe at some point,” she said. “I need a lot of sex, though. And I like it. So hopefully not for a while.”

“Well, you know you can call me anytime you need a cock,” I said.

“I’m going to hold you to that, stud,” she said.

Kat and Jess huddled over the tray of cocaine, snorting lines. Jess held a long, double-headed dildo. They were naked, and held my gaze while I waited for Rita to appear for our date night. There were few things that could pull my attention away from beautiful women doing coke, but Rita entering the room dressed to the nines was one of those things.

“Well, hello,” I said when Rita appeared from the bedroom.

She wore a two-piece outfit in bright red. The sleeveless top stopped just above the waistline of her skirt. So, in addition to a beautiful, deep cleavage, her navel played hide-and-seek as she walked, hinting at the lightly tan, smooth skin underneath. The red skirt was just a touch too short, with a short slit that showed off one thigh. Her legs, long and athletic, showed a more deeply tanned contrast to her creamier navel. She finished off the look with cheetah-print heels. She was my bottled-blonde bombshell.

“You look so fucking hot!” Kat said with admiration, rubbing some coke against her gums.

“Good enough to eat,” Jess said seductively.

“It looks like you two are going to do plenty of eating of your own,” Rita said playfully.

Rita melted into my arms, pressed her lips against mine, and let her tongue wander into my mouth. She took my breath away.

“Do you want a line before we go?” I asked.

“A little toot can’t hurt,” Rita said.

She sauntered over to the bar. I watched her ass strain against the red fabric as she bent over and snorted two lines. When she stood up, Kat and Jess kissed her goodbye in turn. My cock had never had a better reason to get hard than watching the affection among my three girlfriends.

I had chosen Rita’s date night destination with a purpose. It was an immensely popular see-and-be-seen steakhouse that had endured as a destination for Houston’s glitzy crowd. It was also the place Rita’s husband had taken her after he proposed. Going there was a bit of a risk. Rita had told me about her history at the place. But I rolled the dice. So when we pulled up to the valet, I looked anxiously for her reaction.

“Baby,” Rita said and took my hand as I brought the Maserati to a stop.

I looked over at her. She had a huge grin on her face.

“You are such a bad boy,” she said. “You want to show me off at my husband’s favorite place.”

“That might have been on my mind,” I said.

“And a good boy,” Rita said. “You want to replace the bad memories with good ones.”

I took her hand, and we walked inside. The hostess put us at a table in the center of the dark, clubby room. Rita still stood out, because of her own beauty and the red dress. There were several looks of recognition that fell on us.

Dinner was a dream. The food was good. The wine was better. The company was the best. Rita and I had developed such an easy manner together, time slipped by in a blur. The king crab appetizer came and went. We moved on from Champagne to red wine. We shared a tomahawk ribeye. We talked about the future.

“Are you happy?” I asked.

“Are you kidding?” Rita said, looking at me over the rim of her oversized red wine glass. “We are living a fantasy every day. I feel like a kid on a playground having permanent recess.”

“I never dreamed of this,” I said. “You realize you’ve become the glue that holds all four of us together, right?”

“You think so?” Rita asked, genuinely flattered.

“Kat and Jess and I used to run around a lot,” I said. “We had secrets. We’d indulge in that side of ourselves. Since you’ve been with us? That’s stopped.”

“I demand the same transparency you do,” she said. “Maybe I have a different kind of influence on my sister girlfriends.”

I laughed at her use of the term. “You’re not doing very sisterly things,” I said. “At least, not that are legal.”

“I do love them,” Rita admitted. “I never thought I could be so attracted to girls.”

“You’re not just doing it for me?” I asked.

“You know me better than that,” Rita said. “Back in college? I knew guys loved girls playing together. I did a lot of making out. Shotgunned hits of pot. Did the occasional bump off a pair of tits. But it was all for show, to get the guys riled up and want me.”

“They wanted you anyway,” I interjected. Rita smiled.

“This is genuine attraction,” she said. “I want them. I’m kind of jealous we’re not with them right now, tangled in bed.”

“What an incredible life we have,” I mused.

“Are you happy?” Rita turned the tables on me.

“Beyond measure,” I said. “Are you content working? You don’t have to, you know.”

“I love work,” she said. “I love the control.”

“You love the attention, too,” I said. “Last I checked you were up to 210,000 Instagram followers.”

“I do like it,” she said with an amused look in her eyes. “Especially now. You talked about secrets? I know how each of you like your dirty secrets. Well, my dirty secret is being a public person with a very, very naughty private side.”

“I know it’s more than that, too,” I said. “I’m not trying to trivialize it.”

“Thank you,” she said. “You’re right. Jess and I are very similar. I think that’s why we’ve bonded so fast. We have that drive. We need to make our own way. That way, we know for sure we won’t be left abandoned.”