Chapter 8

Several months passed before the completion of their little health center. Most everyone pitched into the design of their sector of the building. Victoria had an idea for the suite on the top floor. Kristen had been in enough clinics to have a good idea what she wanted for the third floor. The second floor they opened up for dance and exercise, building a lovely sound and light studio to make the space possible for performance against one short wall, the opposite wall containing a small stage under a projection screen. Jane used her knowledge for that. The floor at the base of the building was for offices and sound studios and photo studios and the massage rooms. It also stored the various paraphernalia needed for the upkeep of the building. Jim and Connie contributed to the first level. Everything filtered through Harry. He was the final liaison between them and the architect. There were so little changes made to the blueprints Harry created that it seemed superfluous to even have an architect, except it was such an essential part of the construction contract. Victoria managed to squeeze an extra few thousand from her ex-husband for Harry's consulting work.

Though unplanned, it was a perfect diversion to dampen the emotions which had been so set aflutter by the night of Jane's discovery of her mother and Jim making love. Everyone was living separately. Except for the last performance of Harry and Jane's show, two weeks after the first, they rarely all got together. When they did, it was meetings to go over the plans and fine tune them and give final approval. Three meetings. Otherwise they stayed in their separate homes. So the drama between everyone slowly dissipated, with occasional flashes of anger or jealousy mostly from Connie.

Victoria sublet a lovely modest apartment east of midtown. Most of her time was alone or with Jim. Kristen, i.e. Dr. Anderson would visit occasionally, which Jim and Vic thoroughly enjoyed. But Kristen still had to finish business in Minnesota before slamming the door on her life and her practice there. Victoria would accompany her home to do the occasional photo shoot. Jim was at all the locations of his family. Half a week would be with Connie. Half the week was at Vic's place. And once a week or so he would stay at Harry and Jane's place for the occasional early morning or late night massages.

The early morning massages were for the stiff back clientele with a bit of cash and a full day ahead. The late night massages were more of the personal sort. Jim would massage Harry and Jane after their long and busy week. He would arrive late and do Harry and then Jane.

One Friday night Jim arrived in the middle of a loud fight between Jane and Harry. He hated to see them go at it, but saw it was a natural aspect of their relationship. He knew it provided a mental friction which would add to the physical friction which would occur noisily later. Still, it hurt to see them pressing each other's buttons. He never intruded. He'd rather have separated dogs as vicious as some of the spats were. That Friday night was particularly nasty. As usual Jim had no clue how it started. Probably neither did they. It got so heated it drove Harry out the door.

"I'm going bar hopping until I'm drunk," Harry said before closing the door secure behind him.

"Massage?" He offered after a pause for the door to end its reverberations.

"Okay," Jane said quickly stripping off her clothes. She was lying on her back on the beautiful Woodstock created massage table an instant later. Joe marveled at the movement of her long soft body as it settled. She was usually more modest. He was tempted to lick her large, firm yet soft breasts and lovely pink nipples instead of massaging her face. Or crawl between her slightly open thighs and nibble at the pussy lips hinted at below the blonde curly hair. He was instantly hard and horny. He shifted his concentration to his fingers on her face and began to massage away her tension.

The sexual tension was not only in the rigidity of his club, but stuck in his throat. He swallowed "You want a sheet?" he asked as he pushed fingers and thumbs along the ridges of her face. He couldn't get himself to speak the words before starting. It would have revealed too much of his horniness if he had.

"No," Jane said quietly but still stirred up with emotions from the fight.

Joe swallowed again before returning to the task at hand. His concentration remained throughout to the work of the massage. It could have wavered when he worked on her arms and she took hold of his tool through the stretched soft cotton warm up pants and stroked. Or when his fingers touched the edge of her cunny and felt the heat and the dampness. Or when she leaned her face over the table and licked the helmet of his cock sliding above the draw string of the pants. He remained professional. Superman.

Ten minutes after she slid off the table, they swallowed the last of the white wine in their glasses. His club had remained half hard, assisted by her robe being open to the space between her breasts and the space between her thighs. Sitting beside him on the couch, she walked her hand over his thigh and up to his tummy and under the top of his warm ups and took hold of his club. It rose further to the occasion.

"I have a confession to make," she said breathlessly. Her hand pulled the warm up pants free from his club and it felt the warm air of the apartment. She stroked it gently. "For months now it's been building. When you massage me and I accidentally touch your cock. When I pass the study and see you lying in bed with your cock pointing straight up while you sleep or after we fuck in the next room and you are masturbating to our sounds, whether true or imagined. It makes me so hot. I miss this beautiful monster.

"Don't get me wrong, darling Jim," she continued after giving the hard straining purple helmet a lick. Jim sighed. "I love Harry. It may not seem like it sometimes the way we go at it, but I love him. I love his body. I love his mind. I love his cock." Her mouth swallowed Jim's club head. Her lips pressed around the edges and stroked. Jim groaned. He lifted up automatically, driving the club deeper. She lifted her mouth off. She rubbed it between her big soft pale breasts and over her rigid nipples. "But I dream about you. I dream about your cock. I dream about it up my pussy, sliding down my throat, pumping into me, filling me so fucking full I want to burst."

She licked his club up and down and all around. Then she held it hard in one hand and stroked while pumping it deep into her mouth, to the back of her mouth and down her throat. She released it from her mouth, watching her hand rub all around the club, pulling at the helmet. Then she put it back in and sunk it deep down her throat again. His lips tensed into a circle, and he was at full moan.

He lay back on the couch so she could straddle his head with her thighs. She lowered her thick puffy pussy lips onto his mouth where he could taste the flow of her love juices and feel the heat. His tongue darted in and out and his lips kissed her lower lips. It was not a steady cunnilingus to match her exquisite blow job. He was too turned on to do a good job. She loved his touch nevertheless. It coaxed her to put further pressure on his club with her hands and her lips. His balls were tight with cum. Her strokes and pumping became more rapid. She was pulling his cum out. And it worked. His balls throbbed. His cock shivered.

"I'm cumming," he yelled within his moans. She pulled the shivering club out of her throat so the head was just inside her mouth. His cock throbbed with the pressure to spew forth his tart cum into her open mouth. Her hands stroked the liquid out as she swallowed what she could of the scalding brew, leaving the rest to flow thickly down his shaft and over his hairy balls, matting them.

While cumming, he shafted his rigid tongue as deep as he could inside the walls of her cunny. She continued to stroke the cum out of him, softly massaging his sticky balls, trying to somehow keep him rigid. Her mouth added to the endeavor. He was awfully sensitive, wanting to brush aside her insistent fingers or push away her lips and tongue. Instead of pushing her away, he used the overly sensitive uncomfortable feeling to spur his attack on her pussy. He brought his big long fingers into the task, driving them deeper inside than his tongue could go, feeling for the sensitive g-spot hidden behind her clit. Her clit was being sucked by his mouth, a mini blow-job. Replacing his lips with his tongue lapping at her rigid nub, and returning to sucking, he was driving her wild. She was grunting her pleasure, which he could feel on his still rigid club as she continued to swallow it.

They stopped when they heard the door open and close. They wanted to be invisible behind the couch back. It didn't work. Harry stood at the end of the couch, hands on hips, staring down at his naked friends.

Harry undid his pants and pulled them down and off along with his underpants. "Turn over," he said drunkenly, twisting Jane's feet around. Jim and Jane turned over while Harry grabbed the massage oil from under the table and pored it into his hands. He slicked up his rigid spear and slid one and then two fingers into Jane's asshole.

"Oh god!" Jane exclaimed as Harry pumped his fingers inside, opening her up for his attack into her tightest hole. Jim returned to the task of shoving his fingers inside her pussy and licking and sucking her clit. Her sucking of Jim's club sped up and intensified. When Harry kneeled behind her and drilled his cock quick and hard and deep into her narrow hole, she pulled the club out of her mouth and screamed. She held onto the club for dear life as her boyfriend pummeled her asshole. She sucked in air loudly, dealing with the pain, but soon replaced the sound with sighs and moans. Jim rapidly licked her clit and fucked her pussy with his fingers.

Jane stiffened and yelled out her orgasm. Her cum poured over Jim's mouth and chin. Harry continued pounding harder and faster, his hips a blur of motion. The rippling orgasm he could feel inside her asshole created even greater and more intoxicating friction on his spear. Harry pulled Jane hard against him by her luscious hips, her soft high beautiful ass pushing against his loins, as he ejaculated his hot cum furiously inside.

Once his balls had been emptied, and his cock had become soft, Harry pulled it from her asshole, letting the cum drip out behind it. He crumpled onto the floor. Jane slid from the couch and encircled him in her long naked arms and legs. "I'm sorry," she said, within tears of guilt and fear of losing him.

"It's okay," he said, quietly, barely heard.

"I'll go," said Jim, his club finally dwindling down to normal size. Jane nodded. Jim, naked, found his day bag with his street clothes, pulled them out, replaced them with his warm ups, slipped on slacks and shirt and coat and left.

"Don't hate me," she said. He was still crumpled up in a fetal position.

"I love you," he said. He unraveled, lay back on the floor and laughed. "I loved it."

"You did?"

"Uh-huh."

She draped herself over Harry. Her big soft breasts slapped him in the face. He grabbed one and sucked its nipple. "I love you, too," she said.

"I know."

"My lean, mean, handsome, confident man," she said. She laughed. "What is it with me and surprise visits?"

"What do you mean?" said Harry between licks of her nipples.

"This is at least number three. All three with Jim featured. One was the night we met, when, well, I guess it was the last time Jim and I fucked."

"You didn't tonight?"

"No. I'm sorry. I still got a thing for his cock."

"It is quite impressive," he said. Jane felt him harden.

"Hmm," she thought to herself. "What's that about?" Then out loud she said, "I never told you, but the night before we did it, when I made you a virgin no more..."