Anniversaries, Chapter 5

I sat on a chair next to the table. Why was she suddenly so serious? This had been the greatest evening of our marriage. I felt like a bomb was about to fall on my head. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Have I done something I shouldn't have?"

"No," Cheryl said, "just the opposite. Everything has been better than I hoped. You've been wondering why I wanted to do this. You deserve an explanation." She paced back and forth across the foot of the bed. "I don't know how to put this. There's no pretty way to say it."

"What you are getting at."

She sat on the edge of the bed facing me. "Before I met you, my life was a lot different. I was -- how should I say this -- I was pretty loose. I wasn't the girl you'd want to meet your mother."

"I wasn't exactly a saint."

"I know. You told me about your swinging single days. I should have been more honest with you before this. I was actually very loose. For three years -- up to six months before we met -- I was a...." She stopped and looked at the floor. "I was...." She stared at the ceiling. "I was an escort, a prostitute."

I was dumbfounded. No wonder she was so good at sex. She must have done everything that he had done that night before. The threesome with Theresa, the sandwich act with the guys from the limo, watching and being watched. It all had to be old hat. Evidently, she had wanted to leave that life behind. If so, why would she want to accompany me to a bordello? Nothing made sense.

"Are you shocked?" she asked after a couple minutes.

"Yes," I said softly.

"I'm not the nice girl you thought I was."

"You are the girl I fell in love with."

"I don't think so. The girl you fell in love with was a prude who hated prostitutes, who was aloof, who played hard to get. I'm a whore."

I started to respond, then paused to let her statement sink in. She was right about her previous attitudes, at least the ones I had seen. "Have you been turning tricks?"

"Not for the past two years, other than tonight."

"You were always so judgmental about women who sold their bodies."

"I didn't like the person I had been. I told other guys I dated about my past. Immediately, they expected me to hop in bed with them, or they'd stop calling, or they'd throw me out of their cars in the red-light district. I decided to bury my past.

"Then I met you. You were different. You were polite; you were a gentleman; you opened doors for me, held my chair in restaurants, brought me flowers. At first, I thought you just wanted to get into my pants, but that you were going to seduce me instead of demanding that I sleep with you. You didn't. You kept calling and asking me out. It was me you wanted, not my body. I felt so special." Tears ran down her cheeks. "Finally, I couldn't stand being a princess, so I seduced you. You were such a good lover, and you had that king-sized cock that felt so nice inside me. I thought I was living in a fairy tale. I kept expecting the book to be slammed shut any second. Then you asked me to marry you. I was so happy."

She broke down and sobbed uncontrollably. I moved over beside her and put my arms around her. "You are special," I said. "That's why I didn't try to get you into bed with me, plus I was afraid my size would scare you away. You were... you are so much fun to be with. I don't just mean in bed. You're great in bed, but you're fun everywhere we go. My parents adore you. That's not easy for them considering I'm an only child. No girl was good enough for their little boy, except you. They love you as much as I do. Nothing you just said changes how I feel about you. Yes, it would have been nice if you'd told me sooner, but I understand why you were afraid to."

"Do you really mean that?"

"Yes, I love you. I will always love you. There's still one thing I don't understand, and that's why you wanted to come here and meet Theresa."

She wiped the tears from her cheeks. "When I was an escort, I never got to meet any of the other girls. I dealt only with one man. He recruited me, tested my job skills...." She grinned briefly. "... taught me how to give head and do anal, handled the money, everything. I always wanted to compare notes with the other girls, but we weren't allowed to know each other. That way if one of us was busted, we couldn't finger anyone else. I wanted to find out what it was like for the others, to see if they felt the same way I did. Theresa was a godsend. At last, I had someone I could talk to."

"And how did you feel?"

"At first it was a lot of fun. I met a lot of different people, did a lot of new things. Some of them took me places I probably would never have gone. I was having sex every day, several times a day, in lots of strange places. It was great. After a couple years it started getting old. I didn't have any friends. I couldn't tell anyone what I was doing, especially my parents who were always asking. My father would have killed me. After the third year I was close to hating sex, so I decided to quit. I made the mistake of holding back some money the day I quit. My pimp found me and beat me up pretty badly. I couldn't do anything for several weeks. That's why I told Theresa to be honest about you having seconds with her. I don't want her to get hurt like I did. I got the waitress job where we met. Customers asked me out. I went out with a few. Once they found out about my past they became jerks. When you asked me out, I was afraid you'd be the same way, so I made up the story about being a graduate student."

"Have you two been comparing notes?"

"Yes. That's how I got the courage to tell you."

"Then she is my friend too. She can stay with us any time she wants for as long as she wants."

"She'll like that. I'll let her know."

"And you can tell her I'll keep my hands to myself, or, rather, I will keep them to you."

Cheryl smiled. "Rob, I love you. You're the sweetest man I've ever known. You may sleep with her if you want."

"I think it would be best if she found a boyfriend. I would remind her of her present life. We do, however, have something else we should discuss before I rape you tonight. Do you still want to see Henry next weekend?"

"Do you want me to? You watched me with those other two guys."

"Sorta. You said you wanted me to be in a threesome with you two. I'll do it if that's what you want."

"What if Theresa comes next week?"

"She could stay home and watch tv. She's a big girl. She can find her own entertainment."

"We could let her watch our homemade porno movies."

I shoved her onto her back and pressed my mouth to hers. My arms held her tightly as I kissed her cheeks, her neck, her jaw and chin. She struggled to get my jacket off me. I moved my arms around so she could. As the jacket landed on the floor, I put my left hand on her left knee. Slowly I let my fingertips trace a line up her inner thigh to her pussy. She was already damp as I traced a circle around her slit. She pushed me over onto my back. "Damn you," she gasped. "You know every button on me to push." She quickly unbuckled my belt and opened my fly. She pulled my rod out so fast that my zipper scratched it. Her nipples were visibly erect through the thin material of her lavender dress. Within seconds, my dick was solid. She impaled herself on my thick eight inches and vigorously rocked her hips back and forth. My hands kneaded her breasts. Her passions climbed higher and higher. I felt her pussy muscles tighten as she shrieked with excitement. She sat still while she caught her breath. "You stay right there," she said as she rose up and let my still hard cock slip out of her cunt. I caught her wrist. "What are you doing?"

"I just want a kiss," I said. She leaned over, and our lips met. My right arm snaked around her waist, and she landed on top of me. He swollen pussy lips pressed against my cock. "You just think you're getting away," I said playfully as I rolled us over placing her on her back and myself on top. My dick was against the entrance to her dripping tunnel. I maneuvered the head into position so that a single thrust would be enough to bury myself completely inside her.

"You're a sneaky bastard," she giggled. I began to penetrate her. "You know I love the feel of you filling me up. I fantasize about it all day when you're at work. I can't wait for you to get home and put that thing in me." I reached bottom and began a slow withdrawal. She pulled her legs up. I stopped when only the tip was in her and waited. My cock was coated with her juices. "What are you waiting for? Put it back in." I hooked my elbows behind her knees. The head fell out and dropped down an inch. I moved forward slightly, and the tip found her anus. I gave a slight thrust. Her sphincter relaxed to let me pass. Pressing on I soon found myself completely buried in her butt. "Theresa was right. I can take you in there." Her bottom was tight, even tighter than Theresa's. I moved slowly to let Cheryl become accustomed to my presence in the new location. Soon she urged me to thrust faster and faster. I increased my pace. My nut sac tightened, and my body tensed. Suddenly I couldn't move at all. My muscles locked as I blasted my steaming cum into her ass. I heard nothing, felt nothing as all senses focused on the intense pleasure in my loins. Her muscles around my shaft squeezed even tighter.

Somewhere I heard a ringing sound. I shook my head to clear it. Cheryl was trying to crawl from beneath me. The sound was the telephone, and she was trying to get to it. I raised myself up, and she scrambled across the bed.

"Hello," she said. "Oh, hi.... Really?... Ah, just a minute." She put her hand over the mouthpiece. "It's Theresa. She's quit already."

"She didn't waste any time," I said groggily.

"She's down in the lobby. She wants to come up and talk."

"Damn. Why couldn't she at least wait until tomorrow? We can hardly turn her away after inviting her to stay with us." My pants and Cheryl's dress were both wet with cum. "Tell her I will come down in a minute to get her. We both have to change." Cheryl relayed the message while I opened our suitcase to get some clean trousers. I changed pants and dashed out the door, pausing only long enough to kiss her on the cheek.

Theresa was pacing the floor when I got to the lobby. She rushed to me and hugged me tightly. "I am so happy to see you," she said stifling back tears. "Where's Cheryl?"

"She's in our room changing," I said. "She wanted to put on some clean clothes."

"Were you two being bad?"

"Actually, we were being pretty good."

"You sure are good. Anyway, I've quit. I just walked out. I wanted to take Cheryl's advice about honesty, but you'd already taken care of everything. That made it a lot simpler. Now I need to find a new job. I was hoping you guys might be able to help me."

"I said I would check with our personnel department on Monday. I wasn't kidding. Do you have any luggage?"

"It's in my car. I'll get a room somewhere for tonight, then I'm heading out of town."

"You'll spend the night right here with us. We won't hear of anything else. Bring your car around to the front door while I make the arrangements at the front desk."

"Rob, I don't want to be a bother. I'd just like to talk to Cheryl for a few minutes, then I'll get out of your hair."

I put my hands on her shoulders and looked straight into her eyes. "You are not a bother. You are our friend."

She hugged me again and started crying. I heard the elevator open. When I felt a hand on my left shoulder, I looked to see that it was Cheryl. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"She wants to spend the night someplace else," I said, "instead of here with her friends."

"She'd better stay with us."

"Do you really mean that?" Theresa said through her tears. "You know what I am and what I did with Rob."

"What you and Rob did was my idea, and what you are is our best friend," Cheryl said firmly. "Now where are your things?"

"In my car."

"Why don't you go with her to make sure she doesn't escape," I said to Cheryl, "while I take care of arrangements with the front desk."

"Great idea," Cheryl replied. "Let's go, girl."

Cheryl grabbed Theresa's arm and propelled her to the front door. I took care of the charges for the extra person and ordered a bottle of champagne and three glasses to be sent up to our room.

The bellman had just left when Cheryl and Theresa came down the hall lugging two suitcases. I set the one Theresa said she needed on the rack and put the other one in the closet. I told the girls to sit on the two chairs at the table and went to the bathroom where I had hidden the champagne. Theresa's mouth dropped open in astonishment when she saw the bottle and glasses. Cheryl smiled as though she had expected it.

"What's this about?" Theresa asked.

"A new life should be celebrated properly," I said. I uncorked the bottle, filled the three glasses, and passed them around. I raised my glass. "To our new friend."

"No," Theresa said as she stood up, "to my new friends. To the best friends a girl could have."

"To friendship," Cheryl said as she stood. We all took a sip of the bubbly. "Before you say anything about there being only one bed," she said to Theresa, "the solution is simple. Rob sleeps in the middle, assuming we let him sleep, and we will be on his sides."

"I said I'd keep my hands off him," Theresa said.

"And I said there is enough of him for both of us. In a way I'm being selfish. I need someone like you to talk to so I can sort out my past, so I can come to terms with who I was and who I am now. That's why I want you to stay with us."

"I'm going to need help too. I realize I have a difficult transition to make. At least let me pay rent or do something. You don't have to find me a job. I can be a bartender again, or a waitress."

"I was a waitress after I got out of the life. Rob ate lunch where I worked. That's how we met."

"If that's how you meet such a nice guy, not to mention a fabulous lover, then I should be a waitress." We all laughed. "I don't mean to be a party-pooper, but I'm exhausted. I need a shower. Are there enough towels for all of us?"

"If there aren't, I'll call down for more," I said.

Theresa went into the bathroom and closed the door. Cheryl and I stripped and stretched out on the bed. She laid her head on my shoulder. "I hope we're doing the right thing," she said.

"I think we are," I said. "You two need each other. Meanwhile, I'll have two gorgeous women in my life."

"Just remember which one you married."

"As if you will let me forget. You seem to want me to fuck her occasionally."

"She has a woman's needs just like I do. I think she will be less likely to turn tricks if she knows you will take care of her."

"Considering how she met me, will she be comfortable with me? Won't I remind her of the past?"

"Perhaps."

"I have an idea. Why don't you ride home with her, and I'll take the plane? That will give you time to get better acquainted and to figure out the living arrangements."

"That sounds like a good idea. It would be safer, too, than her traveling alone."

Theresa came out of the bathroom with a towel around her head and wearing a terry cloth robe. I went next. After brushing my teeth, I got into the shower. I was rinsing my hair when I heard the door open. Cheryl stepped into the stall. "We're dropping you at the airport in the morning," she said, "then hitting the road. We should be home by dinner time Monday."

I held her tightly and kissed her. She turned around, and I washed her back. I put my arms around her and soaped up her breasts and tummy. My hand caressed her pussy, and she took a deep breath. "Do I feel a five o'clock shadow?" I teased.

"More like a midnight shadow," she said. "Get my razor and go dry off."

I stepped out of the shower and handed her the razor. After drying off, I went back to the main room. Theresa had removed the towel from her hair but was still wearing the robe. Her eyebrows rose when she saw me naked. I sat on the edge of the bed and refilled my champagne glass. "Would you like some more?" I asked.

"Sure," Theresa said. I filled her glass, then poured the rest into Cheryl's. As she picked up her glass she said, "I appreciate what you guys are doing for me."

"Cheryl will be happy to have you around. I didn't know about her involvement in... in prostitution until tonight."

"She never told you?"

"No, she was afraid I would leave her if she did."

"Would you have left her?"

"I don't know. If I hadn't met you before finding out, I might have."

"What do I have to do with anything?"

"You sympathized with my plight last week. You showed me prostitutes are more than pussies. You have parents. Siblings?"

"One older brother."

"I'll bet your family doesn't know what you've been doing?"

"You're right. They'd kill me if they knew."

"It's weird. All week I've been trying to get out of coming here. Cheryl kept saying it would make us stronger, individually and collectively. I doubt she realized how true that would be. I love her more now that I know she used to be an escort."

"Is it because she was an escort or because she's being honest about it."

"It's definitely the honesty. It took a lot of courage for her to tell me. She's been suppressing her past. She feels she's been living a lie. I don't think she would have told me if she hadn't shared me with you. You two will be good therapy for each other. I'm looking forward to having you with us."

"It can't be easy for you to find out you married an ex-hooker."

"Yesterday I probably would have been devastated. After tonight I can handle it. Watching her with those two guys made me realize how lucky I am. I know she's the best lover I've ever had, and I've had lots of them."

"She is very lucky to have you. I think I'm falling in love with you myself."

"You're pretty lovable too."

Cheryl came out of the bathroom naked except for a towel on her hair. "Who's lovable?" she asked.

"All of us," I said. She sat next to me and picked up her glass. "We've been talking about how lucky we are."

"I know I'm lucky," Cheryl said. "I've got the greatest husband and the greatest friend." She took a sip of her champagne. "Theresa, if you are going to live with us, you must know the house rules. Rule number one: we sleep naked; we cook naked; we do laundry naked. We do everything naked."

"I can't wait to see him shoveling snow," Theresa said.

Cheryl took the towel off her head and shook her hair out. "I don't know about you guys," she said, "but I'm tired. We have a long trip ahead of us, and I, for one, could use some sleep." She looked at the clock. It was three in the morning. "I didn't realize how late it is." I got in the middle of the bed, and Cheryl got in on my right side. Theresa took off her robe revealing a short nightie. She reached for the light switch. "Aren't you forgetting something?"

"What?" Theresa asked.

"Rule number one."

"You mean you expect...?"

"Exactly."

Reluctantly Theresa undressed and turned off the light. She settled herself on the bed. Cheryl had her head on my right shoulder, but Theresa kept a few inches between her and me. Cheryl reached around my belly and found the gap. "What are you afraid of?" she said to Theresa.

"What do you mean?" Theresa was plainly nervous.

"She's saying I have two shoulders," I said, "one for each of you."

Very slowly Theresa scooted over and put her head on my left shoulder. She placed her left hand on my chest beside Cheryl's right hand. I felt a tear on my left shoulder. I kissed Theresa's forehead, then turned and kiss Cheryl's. A tear fell on my right shoulder.

Theresa found a job within a week of moving in with Cheryl and me. It wasn't with my company, which was a relief for me. The two women quickly became very close friends who shared everything imaginable, including me.

Last night was the one-year anniversary of the three of us living together. To celebrate, we went to our favorite restaurant -- the one where Cheryl jacked me off into the tablecloth. Everyone in the dining room did a double-take when we entered. It wasn't too surprising. How often do you see one man escorting two very beautiful, very pregnant women wearing very sheer lavender dresses? The tablecloth was soaked again.

I never met Henry.