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Passion & Perspective
copyright 2013 Chapter 12 This is a chapter of a novel. Click here to go to the first chapter |
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As the days went on, I discovered Molly was really turned on by having had two guys one after the other, and we discussed the vagaries of the evening for quite a few of the ensuing nights. We may have set a modern record for days of sex in a row. In her wisdom Molly decided not to suggest Pat again, I'm sure she realized I had ambivalent feelings about the way the other man and I had touched, although we both recognized that he was a more than competent lover. We also fantasized about having three, four or even more partners for Molly in a night, or even at one time. Molly reconsidered a group event in which she was the center of attraction, but except in fantasy she was concerned it might get out of control. "What if one of the guys started hitting me, or didn't want to use a condom, or something like that?" In the end, it remained a pipe dream. The week before Valentine's Day I got a call from Mark. "Listen, Don, I need to know how you'd feel about something. You know I like Molly quite a bit, and in the romantic spirit of the season, I'd like to take her out some night. Of course, I don't want to interfere with anything you're doing . . ." I saw where he was going, quickly decided it didn't bother me in the slightest. "Don't worry about it, take her out, let her know how you feel, have a great time. When were you thinking about inviting her?" "Either the eleventh or the twelfth, depending on schedules. If that doesn't work, perhaps the week after. I'm sure you'd like the weekend to yourself." "That's very thoughtful." This was a little odd, coordinating Valentine's Day with my wife's boyfriend. "Just one thing, Mark, don't go overboard if you get her a gift, we don't want to make it a competition or anything." So I wasn't at all surprised when Molly asked me if she could meet Mark on a Wednesday evening and I quickly consented. I waited up for her, she was home before midnight, and she wore a red knit dress, not too short, a bit conservative even. "How was it?" I started. "Lovely, really nice. He took me to a nice Italian restaurant and gave me these," showing me a pair of red heart earrings that sported her lobes. They were simple metal, but I could tell Molly fancied them, or at least the sentiment behind them. "And then?" "Oh, we went back to his place, he was on his game tonight, we began in the kitchen, went to the living room, ended up in the bedroom." It was then that she turned the charm on me, we made love passionately, if not acrobatically, but the time we spent was a bit short owing to the hour. "Dear," she said as we were preparing to sleep, "you know how much I love you, right?" "Of course I do." "Well, I appreciate that you let me see Mark, but I just have to tell you that if there was ever a time I had to make a choice, it'd be you, hands down. I wouldn't think twice. You know that, don't you?" "Of course I do! But I don't think you'll ever have to make that choice. Don't worry about it." And we nodded off to sleep, naked and cuddling. Molly made arrangements for the weekend, we drove up into the mountains to a resort, had a deluxe suite with a jacuzzi, there were hiking trails through the snowy forest, the restaurants had specials for the romantic weekend. My gift to her was a crystal wine carafe inscribed with our names enclosed in a heart, she had a new, quite expensive, wrist watch for me. The room was filled with candles and flowers, and on Sunday afternoon, we were almost ready to swear off sex but, of course, that didn't last very long.
That week over dinner Molly told me, "I got a call from Mark today. One of his clients gave him four tickets to the play at the John Fitzgerald Center Saturday night, and he wanted to know if we were interested." We'd been thinking about that comedy and I was interested. "Do we have anything going that night?" "There's a cocktail party over at the Stoneson's. I don't think they'd be upset if we cancelled." My mind went to the thought of a threesome, "Why not? Let's go. Wait, did you say four tickets? Is Mark bringing someone?" "Yeah, his date is going to be his ex-wife." We knew about her, how they still saw each other from time to time, so sex wouldn't be a part of the evening. Still, it sounded better than another stupid party. We accepted the invitation.
We showed up at Mark's house about 5:30, had cocktails and got to meet Dee. I sized her up, a medium height blond which made her the shortest of the group by far, her dress was a conservative frock, a bit tight for her noticeably overweight frame. She had an aggressive demeanor, I noticed she was critical of the water spots on her wine glass, Mark just ignored it. We drove into downtown and ate at a cafe Mark was familiar with, then headed for the play. I thought the entertainment was amusing if not superb, at intermission Dee remarked that the lead actress had a very soprano voice, it came across at times as shrill. After the play there was a quandary as to if we should have a late snack in the city, or head for Mark's, he had a cake, and the decision was made for the condominium. At a stop light Dee pulled Mark to her for a kiss, Molly and I followed suit. In the apartment the romantic atmosphere continued, Mark turned the fireplace on and while Molly and I sat on the couch, Mark sat on a chair, Dee at his feet, she stroked his leg suggestively. The conversation was about culture and travel, Dee seemed to have seen every play, gone every place, had an opinion about everything. I noticed at times she'd look at me, wink or perhaps lick her lips. After the coffee and cake, and an after dinner drink or three, the conversation slowed, and Dee climbed into Mark's lap. My wife and I picked up on the ambiance, started kissing. Soon we noticed that other couple was doing quite more than kissing, Dee had Mark's shirt open, his hand was a long way up her skirt. When in Paris, eat at the sidewalk cafe, I figured, so without resistance I began to strip Molly, she did the same for me. The other couple was more advanced than us, though, Molly didn't object when I watched Dee get down to bra and panties, then Mark removed the bra revealing heavy breasts, a bit droopy, and when Dee stood in front of her ex-husband, facing us, and looked me straight in the face as she dropped her panties, I got my first look at a naked woman, other than my wife, in decades. Dee sat in the chair, Mark went down in front of her, performed cunnilingus upon her, and Molly, now dressed as Dee was, laid upon me and whispered, "Dear, I think that if I went over to Mark, Dee would come over here. Would you like that?" Sex with another woman! Did I want that? And I came to a quick decision, "No, dear, I want you." We continued at our pace, the other couple loitered at theirs, and Molly didn't mind that I watched Mark and Dee copulate because at the same time, Molly and I were linked in love. I heard Mark and Molly's familiar keens, Dee's were loud and exuberant, and I added to the chorus. It was rousing watching Dee's large breasts sway as Mark took her from behind, and I came watching the other couple in cowgirl, Dee's plump behind whirling rapidly, Mark's penis visibly pumping in and out of his ex-wife. After forty minutes had passed, all four of us were drained, Molly and Dee strolled to the kitchen for more coffee arm in arm, their backs deliciously exposed. "Well, that was interesting," I observed. "You two ever do anything like this before?" Mark asked. "No, but there's nothing like the first time, is there?" The girls returned, we sipped the liquid, another slice each of the cake was consumed, there was no shame being dressed as a pair of Adams and Eves. I felt that Dee was taking inventory of my assets, and although there was no desire in my body for her, I felt a new chink in our joint pastime had been opened, I wondered where it might lead. A half hour after the sex, Molly and I were in the car, heading for home. "You didn't want her, did you?" Molly asked. "No, not really." In a concerned, kind voice she asked, "Why not? I'm sure she wanted you. Is it because you don't want to have another woman?" "No, that isn't it. It's just that, well, her attitude about life turned me off." "I know what you mean. An opinionated little bitch, isn't she? I can understand why Mark doesn't want to live with her." We both laughed at that. Then Molly continued, "But you liked watching her and Mark, didn't you? As much as you like watching me with Mark or somebody else?" "I did enjoy it," I admitted. "You old pervert," Molly laughed, "I can't wait to get you home." |
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