Chapter 28

“Oh god, please, John!” Rita cried. “Please! I need your cum! Cum in me! Cum in me!”

Jess reached out and squeezed my balls, which sent my hips into a final, bucking frenzy. Improbably, I managed to shoot a decent load inside of her. It was my third orgasm in two hours. My body was slick with sweat, and it dripped off my brow. Rita, legs spread wide and held back near her head, gazed up at me lovingly as she felt my sperm spread inside her.

“I needed that,” she said when I collapsed next to her and caressed her breasts.

We glanced over at Jess and Kat next to us. Jess was on the bottom, Kat on the top as they sixty-nined, eating my previous two loads of cum out of one another. After a long, spectacular night at the football party, I knew I was finally spent. My cock had nothing more to give.

“Who wants a little more cum?” Rita asked, but Kat was already climbing between her thighs.

“There is never enough cum,” Kat said.

Jess looked on with a grin. She smiled at me warmly.

“That was some party, huh?” Jess said.

“Incredible,” I said.

“So good,” Rita moaned, lengthening the sounds of the vowels.

I moved next to Jess and kissed her.

“I’m surprised you didn’t at least fuck Johnny last night,” I said.

“I wanted to save my pussy for you,” Jess said, kissing me back. “And it’s not like I didn’t blow five guys.” She laughed.

“There were good vibes,” I said.

“Having the wives there made it even more fun,” Jess said. “They were such a good time.”

“The new guys were great, too,” I said.

“Crystal and Katie became stars,” Jess said.

Kat had finished cleaning up Rita’s pussy, and said, “I’m so glad we took a vacation day.”

“I don’t know if I’ve ever done that much cocaine,” Rita said.

“I’m so glad we switched to booty bumps,” Jess said.

“Although doing another one at 4 a.m. might not have been the best idea,” Kat added.

We all laughed. It had been a deeply memorable night. But as great as it was to relive it, I glanced at my watch and realized I had to get moving.

“I better take a shower,” I said. “I’ve got lunch with Crystal’s housewife friend.”

“Which one is this?” Kat asked.

“Bianka, the brunette,” I said.

“She’s really cute,” Jess said. “I want you to recruit the shit out of her. If I could have a couple of lonely housewife types at the agency?” She gave a shudder of excitement.

“I’ll help you shower up,” Rita volunteered.

“I’ll get you some coke to help wake you up,” Kat offered. Then she added wrly, “And keep you up.”

“I’ll pick out your outfit,” Jess said.

“You girls take such good care of me,” I said. “This is the best fucking life.” I bellowed the last sentence. I couldn’t remember having been happier.

I met Bianka at a fast-casual restaurant that had good food and a solid wine selection. She wore a knee-length, flowing, flower-patterned skirt and a conservative top. She kept her lush brown hair down, and I was struck by how clear her face was. She was extremely pretty. A pure natural beauty.

We hugged hello, and made some small talk. I asked Bianka if she was ready to order, and she said she only wanted some wine. That was fine with me. I got a bottle and suppressed a chuckle when she took the gum out of her mouth and folded it into a napkin when I poured her a glass. Over the next hour, I realized just how much of a brunette, non-enhanced copy of Crystal she was.

“So, like, Crystal told me about that party last night,” she said. “It sounded like crazy fun.”

“Oh, they are so much fun,” I said. “But when you’ve got football players and girls and cocaine, you can pretty much guarantee fun.”

“It sounds like when I was at A&M in college,” Bianka said. “Probably with less cocaine.” She smiled and lowered her voice. “Hey, do you have any?”

I smiled. I had brought a bullet just to be on the safe side.

“I might,” I said quietly, then pressing it against her thigh underneath the table. She dropped her hands and took it from me. She hid it in her palm and dropped it into her purse.

“I’m going to stop into the ladies’ room,” she said.

While waiting on Bianka to come back, I got a text message from Crystal.

“My husband was so mad I didn’t come home last night,” she wrote. “I told him I was with my girlfriends.” She added laughing and eggplant emojis.

“Bianka said you had fun,” I said.

“I didn’t even tell her the good stuff!” Crystal responded. “Have fun with her. She wants to play.”

I was smiling when Bianka returned, poised and with shining eyes.

“So how come you want to play outside your marriage?” I asked, seeing if being direct rattled her.

Bianka didn’t bat an eye.

“My husband works, drinks, and prays,” she said. “Then he asks for forgiveness for the drinking. Then he works and drinks and prays. When he found out I can’t have kids, he lost interest.”

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“I made my peace with that,” she said. “The Lord has his plan for me.”

“And does that plan include fun with a guy like me?” I said, unable to contain the sarcastic comment.

“Crystal has told me you’re nice and a total blast,” she said. “I’m not sure I’m ready to do everything she does. But I could use some fun. I’m too young to go into hibernation.”

“What are you not sure you’re ready for?” I asked.