Chapter 4: Sunday

I was kissing Leah as a group of men cheered us on. We were in some loft with some of the guys from the club. We had partied with them all night, and every single one of my holes was stuffed with cum, the salty flavor of cum thick on my tongue. I was on top of Leah, her legs wrapped around my waist as our clits rubbed together. It was almost like fucking her, the way I ground my pussy into her. Leah's hands were roaming up and down my back, tracing my spine, then she slid down to my ass, kneading my cheeks, pulling me harder into her clit. Her tongue was in my mouth, exploring me, her tongue salty with cum.

There was something so intimate about lying atop her, grinding my pussy into her. Our nipples touched; our breasts were pressed into each other. I felt the same feeling with Jacob, my husband, as he lay atop me thrusting his cock inside me. Leah was that same mix of intoxication and intimacy. It didn't matter that all these guys were watching us, cheering us on. I wasn't doing this for them, I was doing it for Leah.

"Oh, fuck!" a guy groaned as ropey cum splashed onto my back.

"You guys are some fucking nasty cunts!" another guy moaned.

Ropey cum splashed into my hair and on to my cheek, rolling wetly down to my lips. Together we tasted the salty cum as we kissed. I ground my hips, pushing my pussy harder into Leah. I wanted to feel her cum on my pussy. And I wanted her to feel my pussy cum on her's. Leah's hand was on my ass again, pulling me into her.

"Christ almighty!" another guy moaned, and hot cum splashed between my legs, landing on my pussy and dripping down to Leah's cunt.

There were a dozen guys watching us, jerking off to us. We were the only ladies present. The red-head stayed at the club, still looking for her boyfriend. I hoped she found him, although how she was going to explain the cum leaking out of her ass and cunt I had no idea. She didn't have a husband that understood that his new wife just needed to have some fun on her honeymoon. To cut loose and experience life for the first time before she went back to be his plan, drab brunette.

More cum splashed on my ass, my back, on my side, rolling down to my boobs. Some landed in my hair, on my face, some even landed on my feet. It seemed like it was raining cum on the both of us as we writhed against each other. Every sweet kiss of our clits was bringing me closer and closer to cumming. I could feel that same desire building in Leah. Her hips were bucking faster beneath me, more urgent, as she was nearing her climax.

We came together, bucking in each other's embrace, moaning our passion into each other's lips. I broke the kiss, resting my forehead on hers, staring into her hazel eyes and I wallowed in the fun I was having. My dyed-blonde hair fell about our faces, screening us from the men's gaze, giving us a bit of privacy.

I just knew Jacob would love Leah as much as I had come to. At least, I hoped he would.

But would Leah want to give up being a blonde and go back to being a drab brunette with me? Would she be happy only having one man and one woman? If I had not met Mary, had not been swept up in the magic of her presence, I would never have stopped being that drab brunette, would never have become the fun blonde that would let a room-full of men jerk off on her while she tribbed another woman. I knew how much fun it could be and I was afraid that my husband and I wouldn't be enough for my new lover.

The men's catcalls ruined the moment, and I rolled off Leah. "Where's my dress?" I asked. We had to get going. Mary told us to be back by morning, and the sun was already lightening the horizon.

A man tossed me my dress and I pulled it on over the cum. "Dirty slut, not even going to get cleaned up?" the man asked.

I shrugged. "I'm not some drab brunette," was my answer.

Leah and I made out the entire cab ride back to the Waldorf-Astoria. The cabbie had to see that we were positively dripping in cum, but he didn't say a word. The doorman at the Waldorf-Astoria gave us strange looks as we stumbled in and headed for the elevator. We had it all to ourselves this early, and made out the entire ride up, stumbling into the hotel room.

"Looks like you two had some fun," the bodyguard on duty muttered. She was a black-haired beauty with a pair of large tits straining at the half-open blouse of her uniform.

"We did," I giggled. "Blonde's have all the fun."

"Explains why I'm on guard duty," the bodyguard said with an exaggerated sigh.

We took a quick shower and fell asleep in each other's arms. When we awoke, it was to one of the bodyguards shaking us. "Master and Mistress want you two dressed," the Korean bodyguard snapped, and pinched my naked ass. "Now, sluts!"

Mark and Mary played the tourist again, and every time they found some new landmark or museum, Leah and I made out in the back of the limo. Every time Mark and Mary returned brought us closer and closer to when we would part. I was torn inside. I loved Jacob, and I was quickly realizing that I loved Leah. Fantasies of running off with Leah floated through my head, of late night's partying in clubs, of having fun. But there was no Jacob. A fantasy of being married to Jacob passed through my mind, of sleeping in on the Sabbath, cuddling in bed. Of the small house we were in the process of buying; spending Sundays painting and fixing all the little things that needed to be done. But there was no Leah. I felt like I was being ripped between my two loves.

The drive to the airport seemed to take forever. Mary pulled Leah aside and the two had a whispered conversation as Mark greeted a pair of sluttily dressed stewardesses. And I mean slutty, their tits were exposed in white bustiers. They both had a nice set of tits I realized, as my eyes drank in their beauty, their nipples hard and one had golden rings pierced through her nipples, the blonde, of course. Mark had them both in his arms, kissing one then the other.

Mary stepped in front of me, caressed my face and whispered, "Love them both." Then her lips were on mine, all thoughts erased as the most beautiful woman in the world kissed me. And then she released me, heading back to her fiancee and they boarded their private jet. And I was no longer the fun-loving blonde, but the plain, drab brunette. It was time to go back to Jacob.

Love them both, Mary's words echoed in my head on the drive back to the limo rental company. Leah had to return the limo and that's when they would part. I wanted to love them both. But they were too different. I couldn't see Leah settling down in a plain house in a boring suburb and I couldn't see Jacob going to a wild club in an exciting city.

Leah opened the door for me for the last time, a sad smile on her angelic face. I hugged her and stroked her face, then kissed her lush lips one last time. I drank in the sight of her face; the memory would have to last me a lifetime. Love them both. But how? Maybe I was the key. They both loved me, could I be the bridge between the two?

"What did Mary say to you?" I asked her. That's not what you were supposed to say. Tell her how you feel. But fear stayed my tongue. I could live the rest of my life with the memory of our brief fling. But only if I believed that Leah actually loved me. If she didn't ... I did not want to think about that.

Leah swallowed. "She asked me if I..." Leah breathed deeply. "If I loved you."

"Do you?" I blurted out before my brain could stop me.

"Yes," she whispered, then she hugged me tightly. "Don't go back to your husband. Please, stay with me. Think of all the fun we can have together. I love you, Rachel."

My heart melted. "I love you, too, Leah," I whispered back and she squeezed me tighter. "But, I love Jacob. I met him first." I could feel tears brimming in my eyes.

"You have to choose then," Leah said, pulling away. "It ... it's alright. I knew this was a dream that I had to wake up from."

"Why can't I have both of you?" I asked. "Mary told me to love both of you."

"I don't even know Jacob," she protested.

"You know me," I told her. "You trust me, right?"

Leah nodded.

"Then trust me about Jacob. He's a little boring. But then, so was I. We can have fun with him, be as wild and slutty as we want to, just the three of us. But we can have more. We can have roots. Having fun is great, but it doesn't last. Eventually the party ends, Leah, but with Jacob we can grow something that lasts beyond the fun. Jacob and I already have started growing our life together and I want you to grow with us."

Leah chewed her lip. "As, what? Your mistress?"

"As my wife," I told her, stroking her cheek. "And Jacob's wife."

A shiver ran through Leah's body, her hazel eyes became distant as she pursed her lips in thought. "I must be crazy," she muttered. "Okay, I'm willing to try. For you, Rachel. I don't want to lose you."