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"So what brings you all to me and how can I help?" The woman asked, after we awkwardly settled into our places on her couch and completed our ridiculously formal introductions.
Jim and I pulled our lips in, folded our tongues, and turned to Ellen, which provoked a knowing smile from the woman. It was Ellen's show after all. This was her idea, and, honestly, I needed a more detailed answer as to why my presence was required during her and Jim's appointment with a sex therapist.
Aside from Ellen and I not having had sex ever since she and Jim found their spark again (which was fine, I wasn't jealous), Jim and I thought things were going great. We were having our usual fun, flying our two man missions and dropping our payloads on (and in) horny wives, co-eds and everything in between. We were convinced she was trying to fuck up our fun.
I frowned as soon as Ellen started talking. My Saturday afternoons were usually filled with fun and debauchery, not whatever this was. "Ain't no pussy in the world worth this much drama," I sat there thinking. It all seemed so unnecessary.
Ellen: "Well, the last month has been a lot for me to process, honestly. Jim revealed to me that he knew I was cheating with Matt. He knew for months and never said anything..."
Jim couldn't contain himself: "If I'd said something with no proof, you would have just denied it and that would have made things so much worse."
Ellen didn't make eye contact with anyone. She just looked up, exasperated. The tension level was not great. Jim and I were both thinking the same thing: Ellen was going to blame us for everything. She was going to blame me for "seducing her" and she was going to blame Jim for some shit only a woman could understand.
"Please don't talk over each other," the woman said, politely. "That's the only rule I have here. Speak your minds, but wait your turn."
Jim apologized by showing his palms and retreating to his corner of the couch. Ellen took a breath and continued.
"So, after he revealed he knew I was cheating, a lot of other secrets were revealed. He confronted Matt way before speaking with me. And, somehow, he and Matt somehow became friends. Fuck buddies, if you will. They were having sex with women, together. A lot of women. It's his new lifestyle and it's non-negotiable, he said. In return, he supports me continuing to see Matt. So, he drops all this on me and we kind of just moved on. We started having sex again, which is great. But he's still having sex with other women and I don't know where I stand with Matt, because he's having sex with other women as well, including two of my co-workers, which I didn't know about. It's just... a lot. And I don't feel like any of us have really talked through our feelings about what has transpired over the last year."
Long pause. Long, long pause. I looked at Jim and he shot me a look back and then shook his head helplessly.
"That is a lot," the woman said, smiling softly. "Jim or Matt, do you want to respond to what Ellen said? Jim?"
Jim spoke reluctantly, carefully, like men do when we're attempting to cross the minefield of a woman's emotions during an argument.
"I feel like things have been good. Really, good, actually. Ellen and I are having more sex than we've ever had at any point in our relationship, even back when we first started dating. I feel connected to her. Communication is great."
He paused. Shit. The "but" was lurking sinisterly in the back of his throat. And we could all feel it.
"But?" The woman prompted.
Jim sighed and forged ahead: "But... I feel like Ellen is going out of her way to prove her allegiance to me by denying herself sex with Matt. And that's really what all of this is all about. Matt hasn't pressured her about sex and I think that bothers her. She's maybe a little jealous of "the bros" here. I'm having sex with other women and her lover is having sex with other women. And sometimes her husband and her lover have sex with other women together... and I think she's trying to find her place in all of that. And I can't seem to assure her that I don't care if she wants Matt, because I know she does. I've seen him in action and I don't blame her."
"Thanks, bro. You're not too shabby yourself." I said, which drew a glare from the woman, a sigh from Ellen, and a muffled laugh from Jim, before he continued.
"All I'm saying is I can feel him in the room with us when we have sex. She asks me about him all the time. She wants to know what we did, who we did it with. Like, it's foreplay at this point. I'm seeing a woman, Kate, a friend of hers, and she asked me If Kate slept with Matt. When I told her the truth, that we both had her at the same time, she got pissed. She pretended she wasn't pissed, but she was pissed. Then, when we're in bed that night, she asked me how Kate reacted when she saw Matt's cock... how did she take it... how hard did she cum. Next thing I know we're having sex and she's all worked up. I loved it, no complaints. But... I wish she would just stop using me as an intermediary and just get it from the source."
Fuck. I felt so out of place. This was their marriage. Real life shit. But I was right in the center of it.
The woman turned to Ellen and said, "Ellen, you seemed pretty stoic listening to Jim express his feelings. Would you like to respond to anything he said?"
"No, I'm just processing. I don't want to invalidate anything Jim said."
Jim squinted his eyes and flexed his jaw, clearly annoyed. I felt like I was watching it all fall apart. I thought things were going so well, but the hurt in Ellen's eyes said something different. She was trying to hide it, but it was there.
"Matt, what do you think about all this?" The woman asked, reminding me that I was actually there in the room and not watching a television show.
I cleared my throat and ran full speed across the minefield wearing a blindfold:
"I think Ellen was onto something when she said they moved on too fast after everything came out. I don't think that's a normal reaction and it's probably not sustainable. I think Jim probably let us off the hook a bit, as far as revealing his anger. And I don't feel like he needs to protect us from it. We earned it."
Jim interjected, not angrily, genuinely curious about my opinion of his emotional state: "You think I'm protecting you from showing how hurt and angry I was?"
I thought for a moment and continued: "I think you showed me that first night we met, but you've never shown Ellen. And maybe that's why she's avoided me, because she's still waiting for... the blowup."
Ellen raised her eyebrows, as if she wanted to say something. Jim simply nodded attentively, eyes on me, giving me his undivided attention.
"Today is the first time all three of us have been in a room together. And I could feel the tension. I didn't even feel comfortable touching Ellen, just to say hello."
Jim: "Well"
"Well what?" I snapped at him.
Jim: "Well, maybe you felt tension from each other. Maybe things aren't as spicy between you two because you actually have to be people around each other now. You know, being the guy on the other side of things these last few months has given me a level of insight I couldn't appreciate before. You enjoyed corrupting my wife, Matt. You did. Maybe corrupting isn't the right word. Conquer. You enjoyed conquering her, sending her home to me, leaking out of her. I know you did, because I enjoy doing it, too. I fucking love it. I didn't know I had that in me. No, that's not precise. I didn't know I was capable of letting that out of me. Because I believe we all push down those ugly urges and it becomes addictive when you're with someone who'll indulge those urges."
He turned to Ellen, who couldn't even face him, her head down, taking her punishment like a woman: "And you. You liked deceiving me. You liked letting him do whatever he wanted to you, right? Things you wouldn't let me do. Things I wouldn't think to do. His 'bad bitch', right? It was hot, right? Well, now it's not so hot. Is it? Because I know now, right?
"What are you thinking, Ellen?" The woman asked, as Ellen sniffled and pridefully jerked her head up, her hair flying back and landing in place.
Ellen: "It's not that. It's quite the opposite. I'm afraid that now that you know and you're so open with everything, you're going to expect that from me. And if I start seeing Matt again, you won't be able to handle how much I want him. It was once a month before. Now that we're open and honest and I have the option... it'll be a lot more often."
Jim smirked and curiously: "How often?"
Ellen laughed and looked at me, saying "Well, that's up to Matt."
All six of their smiling eyes were on me. I was just happy the mood was lighter. I tiptoed.
"I'm sure we can figure something out."
For better or worse, my mind is trained to manipulate ambiguity. Its presence or absence is the foundation of every agreement. I felt put on the spot and I didn't want to commit to anything.
"Hmmm," Ellen replied playfully, trying to read me.
"I'll leave it to you two to figure out. As long as we're all communicating," Jim said, his tone controlled, easy. Sincere.
We all went quiet for a moment, collectively relieved we managed to navigate some rocky territory.
"Have you all thought about putting a label on things? I think it would help," the woman said.
Each of us mumbled a different version of "no" and stared back at her, waiting for her to continue.
"Obviously, this situation is not unique. I see it quite often, in fact. You three seem to be handling this particularly well. But Jim and Ellen are husband and wife. So, what is Matt?"
Her question was rhetorical, but each of us still mumbled a different version of "I don't know" and stared back at her, waiting for her to continue.
"Do any of you know what a bull is?"
"I know what it is, but I'm not into all that shit," I said, as I started to get nervous about where things were headed, fearing it might offend Jim.
That's when Jim spat, "If Matt's a bull, you're saying I'm a cuck, and I'm not a fucking cuck."
See? Now, the room was tense again. Ellen didn't say a word. The woman proceeded to school us.
"No, Jim, you're not a cuck. You're a stag. Stags don't enjoy being humiliated, which is why you were devastated when you found out Ellen was cheating. But, I think as you've discovered new parts of your own sexuality, you like the idea of Ellen and Matt. Matt can satisfy her in ways you can't and I think you want that for her. You might even be aroused by it. But, I also think you derive pleasure in having the final say in their relationship. They can't continue if you don't approve. I think you like being in control, which is why you enjoy being dominant and satisfying the sexual needs of other mens' wives. Is all of that fair to say?"
Shit. That was deep. We all looked at Jim, waiting. A sly smile bubbled to the surface, as he tilted his head and scratched his eyebrow.
"Wow," he said with a laugh. "I think you figured me out. I didn't even realize that's what I was doing. But I think you're right."
I smiled nervously, not wanting to have too big of a reaction.
"So, if Matt's a bull and Jim's a stag, what am I?" Ellen asked with a straight face, seemingly fascinated with those terms and sexual dynamics.
"You're what's called a vixen in the lifestyle, Ellen. Your stag likes knowing you're satisfied and you like the attention, from both your stag and your bull. However, usually, all three parties participate in some way. Usually the stag watches the bull satisfy his vixen, or sometimes they both satisfy her."
I didn't know how to break the silence. Because that's what it was: silence. Not tension. There were no hurt feelings. No anger. The three of us were just trying to read minds. Ellen's head turned back and forth a couple of times, like Jim and I were Sampras and Agassi exchanging baseliners.
Finally, the woman chose to break the silence: "Okay. I think we have some homework. I want each of you to think about -- maybe even act out -- your roles, based on the terms we've just discussed, and see if you're comfortable with them moving forward. Is that okay?"
We all mumbled some version of "yes" and screamed internally for her to move on. She did move on, further investigating Ellen's reasons for cheating, my reasons for pursuing, Jim's reasons for staying, etc. But the conversation never felt as engaging as before. We just went through the motions for another 20-25 minutes, our thoughts already focused on the "homework." We all agreed to a follow-up appointment two weeks later.
After we exited the building, we lingered outside for a bit, sharing our thoughts about how the session went. We all felt like we were in a better place, that it was actually productive.
As we started to part ways, Jim said: "I think you and Ellen should spend some time together."
"Like, now?" I responded, meeting both of their eyes.
"Whenever. Soon, I hope. Just let me know."
He asserted his dominance, which, I have to admit, tickled me a bit. Jim had come a long way. Whether it was guilt or her newfound loyalty, I knew Ellen would only see me again if Jim approved. I've never taken a good humbling so well.
"Sure, we'll let you know. Right, Ellen?" I said.
Ellen squeezed Jim's hand, brought it up to her mouth and kissed the back of it.
"Of course, baby," she said, smiling at Jim.
I'd never wanted her more than at that moment. She looked perfect. I could see the love in her eyes. She really was his. I know it's horrible, but I felt so happy for Jim, while I was simultaneously thinking about ravaging his wife.
When I saw Ellen on Monday morning, I figured she was torturing me. Normally, she would enter my office by walking up to the door, giving it a little knock, and then having a seat, never closing the door behind her, so as to not give the wrong impression. But that morning, she sauntered. Her natural walk is stilted, reserved, self-conscious. This was a fucking saunter. She sauntered right through my door and closed it behind her. I already knew what kind of day it would be, as I gave her a full body scan before she sat. Black leggings. White sleeveless linen button down. white block heels. Damn. She looked unbelievable. Her body had changed so much. The results were nice, but it was knowing how hard she worked that really made the moment arousing.
"Hey," is all she said, as she sat in the seat that practically had her name on it, given how many times we'd sat across from each other in that office, slowly transitioning from friends to lovers.
"You are fine as shit," I told her, flatly.
She smiled sweetly and gave a perky "Thanks."
Then, she wrinkled her nose, pointed her thumb back at the door, and said "Do they know about me? April and Liv, I mean. Do they know?"
"No. They don't."
She looked at me sideways, playfully, but seriously trying to read if I was lying.
"Was that it?" I asked.
She leaned back in the chair and crossed her ankles.
"No. I miss you."
I sighed and said "I miss you, too"
"Jim and I are in a great place and it's been fun. Really fun, actually. He's amazing."
I laughed, as I was all too familiar with Jim's "moves."
"He's like the damn Energizer bunny, right?"
She laughed and said "Yeah, he wears me out. You'd think he wouldn't have any left over for me. I don't know where all the energy comes from."
"He's just having fun. It's all new. He'll slow down."
"It's fine if he doesn't. It's crazy, but it makes him really sexy. But, I just need more."
"More?" I asked, teasingly.
She rolled her eyes and smiled sweetly, trying her best not to seem embarrassed.
"You're gonna make me say it, aren't you?"
"Say what?" I said, prodding her along.
She turned and looked behind her at the door and frosted pane window on the side of it, both inanimate and inconsequential. She turned back to me, smiling like she'd just thrown popcorn in a movie theater.
"I miss your big dick," she said, with a sexy smirk.
I didn't say anything, just nodded and smiled.
She bit down on the nail of her index finger and confessed, "God, I feel like such a size queen. I'm such a cliche'"
"It's okay. You like what you like, right?"
"Well, that's not all I miss about you."
"Yeah? What else? Tell me"
"Well... I miss how strong you are. I miss being picked up. I miss your voice when we're close. Your scent. I miss your beard.... a lot."
She smiled to herself and lifted her eyes, staring right into me.
"What?" I asked, smiling, enjoying the ego boost.
She stood up to leave. When she got to the door, she looked back at me.
"I miss how dirty you are. It takes me somewhere else."
It wasn't slutty. It almost seemed like it had nothing to do with sex. Her voice, her demeanor, it all just felt honest.
"I get it," I replied.
"I'll see you at John's thing later?" she asked, opening the door.
"Of course. That's my guy."
She gave me one last smile and exited, leaving the door open behind her.
John's "thing" was a retirement party. The old man was finally hanging it up and I was happy for him, as I'd been encouraging him to pursue his lifelong dream of becoming an artist from the moment I met him. I'm no expert, but he had some cool ass paintings on the walls of his office. They seemed as good as any I'd seen at the handful of art shows I'd attended, but, again... not an expert.
Ellen walked into the crowded lounge area and found me lingering in the very back. She stood next to me, innocent as ever. My "work wife." My "big sis." My Ellen. Liv and April had no such cover, so they never dared occupy my space as often and as boldly as Ellen did.
We stood there, pretending to be interested as John's peers shared their memories of working alongside him, as we exchanged pleading glances whenever our wrists touched or our knuckles rubbed. I couldn't take it anymore. I leaned down and whispered to her, as I placed my hand on the small of her back.
"Just relax."
She flashed me a nervous but curious smile.
I reached down into her leggings and let my middle finger burrow through her ample butt cheeks, until I was at the backdoor. My finger stayed there for at least 5 minutes, gently massaging her sphincter, throughout the cute retrospective video, and the messages from those who couldn't make it. Ellen's only reaction was crossing her legs about three minutes into it. As John started to give his speech, Ellen took out her phone and texted. A few moments later, she showed me her screen.
Ellen (to Jim and Matt): Seeing Matt tonight. I'll be late.
Jim (to Matt and Ellen): Have fun *smiling devil emoji*
No Hilton this time. I took her to my place. We weren't hiding anymore. There was no jumping of bones when we entered. I lingered behind her, as she casually strolled around my loft, noting pictures of my family and the lack of "a woman's touch" which made me laugh to myself, considering how much I paid the woman who decorated it.
She walked into the bedroom, stopped at the foot of the bed, and then looked back at me and said "Wow. So this is it?"
I have a really big bed. California king. But that wasn't what she was getting at.
"I'm trying to picture how all of you fit on here."
Jim really did tell her everything. I exhaled a small laugh and said "You have to account for the bodies on top of each other. Saves space."
Slightly amused, she rolled her eyes, and said "Right. Of course."
She walked toward my bathroom, tossing her purse on my bed, and casually removing items of clothing. I followed her and watched. When she was completely naked, I was again amazed by her transformation. I hadn't seen her in more than a month. She looked lean. The muscles in her arms and legs were thick but defined. And, yet, her silhouette was still all curves. Soft. Womanly. She turned on the shower and got in.
I undressed and joined her. She poured a comically ample amount of body wash in her hand and moved behind me, wrapping her arms around me and resting her head on my back. Her hands glided across my chest, my abs, arms, thighs, until she finally took me in both hands, lathering me up. Fuck, it felt good.
"I need you," she announced, with a deep sigh, then planted soft kisses on my back.
She firmly gripped the base of my dick with one hand and began stroking the full length of it with the other. We didn't speak another word for the next few minutes. I let her have her way with me. How I was able to maintain balance when I came will always baffle me. Cleanest orgasm ever, literally and figuratively. It shot out of me like silk from a spider. That feeling will never be replicated.
Before we started up again on the bed, Ellen pulled her phone out of her purse and called Jim. I thought she was just checking in.
"Hey, baby, you alone?" she asked him, holding the phone up in such a way that I realized she Facetime him.
I could hear Jim confirm that he was.
"You wanna listen?" She said with a wicked smile.
He didn't sound particularly eager, but he did sound certain. Ellen propped the phone up against the lamp on my nightstand and we proceeded. I had no problem performing in front of Jim, especially not in that context. Ellen relished it. We started in missionary and stayed there. I couldn't make out anything Jim was saying over Ellen's vocals. We weren't frenzied, but it was ridiculously passionate. We'd never been hungrier for each other. It didn't take very long for either of us. She came first. I soon followed.
The room was deathly quiet for a moment, as we shared a deep kiss. Then...
"Shit. That was so sexy, baby. You're fucking amazing. I love you."
I determined right away that I would never allow that again. Such a mood killer. I rolled over and let them say their goodbyes and see you soons. I wasn't angry, just inconvenienced for a moment. Ellen snuggled up next to me and rubbed her cheek on my beard.
"I wish I could stay the night."
"I know. I wish you could, too."
"Maybe when Nora's off at school in a couple months, you can stay over."
I laughed and asked "Where's Jim gonna go? Here?"
She gave me a sly look and answered "No. He'll be with us. All three of us."
"You're getting greedy," I said, unintentionally sounding as if I was warning her.
"So, Kate gets you both, but I don't?"
She was serious. The way she sat up and looked at me, waiting for an explanation instead of an answer, assured me she was serious.
"Talk to Jim about that," I said, almost apologetically.
"I will," she said, rebellious and determined, before playfully nestling back into my beard, signaling that she wasn't too upset.
We lied in the quiet for a moment, keeping our thoughts to ourselves, but sharing our touches.
"You wanna go again?" I finally asked.
"No. I just want this. Until it's time for me to go."
I kissed her forehead and we enjoyed the time we had left.
When I hung out with Jim the following Saturday, he couldn't stop mentioning how much he enjoyed listening to me pleasuring Ellen.
"I could never get those sounds out of her," he said with a laugh, between swings.
I simply smiled in response, watching him set his feet for the next ball. We liked going to the batting cages. Baseball was the only sport Jim actually played growing up, so I was happy to indulge. He was pretty good, made nice contact nearly every time. A little better than me, I'll concede.
He continued: "I could tell she had a really good time, man. She was so happy. Glowing."
"Yeah, it was fun. I missed her," I said, pensively.
"You guys make plans to see each other again?"
"No. If we had, she would have told you."
It was an awkward moment. He had genuinely forgotten "the rules" of our arrangement. He took a moment to process and then gave me an epiphanous look when it all clicked.
"Oh shit. Right," he said, letting an 80 MPH ball harmlessly whiz between us.
"Did she tell you about wanting us both, same time?" I asked.
He took an easy swing and slapped another ball.
"Yeah, she told me. I was hoping you could help me make that happen for her birthday in a couple of weeks. I'm planning something big. I need your help."
I'll save you the suspense: he was planning an orgy. "A festival of flesh and fantasy" he called it, with way too much pride. I thought it was stupid, at first. Then, I realized it was pretty bold and inspired. Everything and everyone that Ellen had been obsessing over for the last month, Jim wanted her to experience it. Us with Kate. Me with Liz and April. Jim with April. Us with her. Ellen was going to have to have it all, if Jim had his way. He told me Kate had already accepted her invitation to the "party" and he needed me to talk to April and Liv. I was awestruck by his ambition. And his libido. Jim really liked to fuck. The neurotic nerd was still in there somewhere, buried beneath all that fucking.
"Yeah, I can make that happen," I said, confidently.
I saw Liv and April the next day at April's place. The conversation went as I expected. I casually suggested it, they liked the idea. I told them everything but who was the guest of honor and they didn't ask. My reason for not telling them is I was sure one of both of them would ruin it by tipping off Ellen with some weird comment or behavior. Their reason for not asking? I could only guess that they were too preoccupied with my dick.
I didn't have much intimacy with those two. They could never seem to turn it off. A slutty woman is only as attractive as her inherent ability to not be perceived as a slut. Ellen had that, they did not. The sex was actually becoming listless and I started looking forward to seeing them with Ellen. I wondered what more they could bring out of her and vice versa. I couldn't stop thinking about her the entire time I was with them.
The next two weeks were excruciating. Ellen was supposed to come over the following Saturday afternoon, but Nora had her first breakup and she wanted to console her. I was disappointed, but I understood. For the first time in a long time, I chose to be alone for a full weekend. It wasn't so bad. I slept like a mummy, which I didn't realize I needed. All texts and calls were ignored.
There was a text from Ellen late Sunday evening, an image of her wearing the body suit from our first night together, captioned "Feeling nostalgic. Hilton tomorrow?" I declined and she immediately called me, asking if I was upset she had to cancel our plans the day before. I had a tough time convincing her that I wasn't upset with her. The truth was I was saving myself for her big day. I thought the wait would enhance things. She didn't take it well.
She blew into my office on Monday morning, sullen, sour, trying to pick a fight.
"You all booked for the week?" she said, pissily, sitting across from me.
I remained calm, flashed a coy smile, and replied "If you want to put it that way..."
Her face was as hard as her breath. Her nostrils flared a bit.
"I thought we'd be seeing each other more often now?"
"It's only been a week. We used to wait a month. Is it that urgent? Do you want to sneak up to the rooftop again?"
"Don't be an asshole."
"I'm sorry. You're right. That was petty."
Her eyes turned down and she spoke in a low voice.
"I feel like you're punishing me for being a mother. My daughter comes first."
Whoa. That stung, I can't lie. But I kept my game face on.
"You think that little of me?"
She stared. I didn't budge. She relented.
"Sorry," she muttered.
"It's fine. We're both disappointed. Let's not beat each other up about it. Or ourselves."
"I know. But we can't see each other this weekend either. Jim's planned a whole thing for my birthday. Brunch on Saturday and then the Outer Banks for a few days."
I knew what "brunch" was, but Jim didn't tell me about the Outer Banks, not that it was any of my business.
"Oh, that's cute," I said with feigned sincerity.
She squeezed out a laugh and said "Fuck you."
We were good after that. The rest of the week was normal. We were ourselves. It was actually nice to settle into the routine of being friends, talking about meaningless TV shows and working out together. There were touches here and there and a kiss goodnight in the elevator, but anything more would have been logistically unwise.
I woke up on Saturday morning with butterflies in my belly. I deadass felt like I was playing for the state title again. Performance anxiety? Maybe. I was likely overwhelmed by the confluence of so many secrets in one room, a knotted mass of lust-filled cheaters searching for their own little piece of happiness.
Liv and April were already in the room when I arrived. The vibe was chill. They greeted me with hugs and kisses, and we talked a bit, before they settled back into doing what they were doing before I arrived. You would have thought they were teenagers on a class trip, the way they were on their phones, zoned out, as if they weren't about to engage in acts that would add more rubble to the pile beneath the crumbling pedestals on which the men in their lives had placed them. Liv left her husband at home with two kids and April was newly engaged. Watching them, all I could think about was the inevitability of those men finding out. Because men always find out. The idea of women being great liars is a lie. They suck at it. Too many men just don't have it in them to pull the thread. Jim did. And now here we were, back at the Hilton. Presidential Suite. I wasn't sure if Jim was giving a playful nod or a "fuck you," but I chose to think the former.
If you thought I maybe started having regrets, you couldn't be more wrong. For better or worse, a lying ass woman turns me on. Maybe it's trauma from my mother's infidelity. I have no idea. But, it feels rebellious, like a declaration of freedom, a rejection of all the expectations and duties placed on women. If there's one thing I'm certain I've learned to be true about women, it's this: At some point, they break. They get tired of being the emotional punching bag. For the kids. For the spouses. For the bosses. They are going to find a piece of happiness.
Kate arrived about 15 minutes after I did. They didn't know Kate and Kate didn't know them, but the attraction was as instant as the introduction was brief. Kate came to play. Suddenly, Liv and April remembered why they were there. She invited them to join her in the shower and they eagerly accepted. I stayed behind, wanting to be there when Ellen walked into the room. It didn't take long.
I was checking the fridge out of habit when I heard them coming.
"After you, sweetheart."
"Jim, seriously, what did you do?"
She sounded annoyed. I kept quiet as her heels approached the corner.
"FUCK!" She shouted, startled by the site of me leaning against the counter, enjoying an $8 bag of peanut M&Ms.
"That reaction was vaguely racist," I joked.
She laughed and practically ran to me. We embraced and I wished her a happy birthday.
"He's one of your presents," Jim said.
"Also vaguely racist," I said, sort of joking.
"Where are the girls?" Jim asked.
I motioned toward the bathroom. Jim smiled slyly and walked off, removing his clothes on the way, as if he was going skinny dipping. Ellen look at me with those big smiling gray eyes. She was happy. It was worth the wait just to see that look on her face.
"What is all this?" she asked.
"Let's go find out," I replied, taking her by the hand and leading her to her fantasies.
The hours that followed were absolute freedom. It got filthy, sure, but it was about more than the sex. It was a fearless, fun, guilt-free, agenda-free connection between six people. Sex was just the medium. Ellen did everything with everyone that she wanted to do. She tasted and felt whatever came to mind. She explored relentlessly, sometimes with maniacal glee, sometimes with laser focus.
At the end, there was just Ellen and me, still going at it. We had slowed down considerably after I pounded a few orgasms out of her. She was on top of me and we were not rushing at all. The rest of them watched us. Jim, in particular, was enjoying the show. He'd never seen or heard his wife cum like that. He was still hard, just from watching us. Ellen looked back at him.
"I'm ready, Jim. C'mere."
She locked eyes with me, as he mounted her, and when he entered her those pretty eyes of hers went elsewhere. She was full in every sense. I held her firmly in place while Jim fulfilled both their fantasies. He came so hard, he vibrated like a fucking guitar string.
"I love you, baby," he professed, as he slumped across her back, burying me for a moment beneath them both.
"I love you, too." She said, as he rolled off of us.
She lied back down on me and began rolling her hips. She was excited again. I could feel her warm breath on my ear.
"Cum for me."
It was as if she summoned it out of me. I rarely announce that I'm cumming, but I didn't hold back.
"OH GOD! FUCK! ELLEN!" I growled, before fading to black.
The world was so quiet. Then, I heard her whispers.
"I love you. I love you. I love you. I'm yours."
We both knew that's all she could ever give me. That moment. A new secret. She couldn't give me a life: two kids, a home, joy, pain, memories etc. Jim beat me to those things. Another life, maybe. It was a cruel twist. Jim was the only one truly getting what he wanted. Ellen and I were in limbo. She was too old to start over and give me everything I wanted. And now I was cursed with trying to find a woman like her. All we could ever do is ache and try to fuck it away.
We deserved it.
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