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XII
'I'm sorry,' said Jack, as they took a beer and sandwich break, having checked on the twins. 'I rather put the cart before the horse there.'
'But what a cart!' Paula laughed, lying flat on her stomach so as to lessen the pain in her butt.
'You seem - I don't what to seem intrusive or judgemental or anything like that - but you seem very experienced for one so young.'
Paula laughed in a way that allowed of any number of interpretations.
'Well, put it this way, the tour can be a lonely place!'
Jack was aware that her mother accompanied her to most places but let it ride. The last thing he wanted to do was interrogate her.
'I'll let you into a little secret, though,' Paula added. 'That was the first time I've taken it in the ass.'
'Wow!' said Jack, clearly taken aback. 'I feel really honoured to be the first.'
They lay together for a time looking up at their reflections in the mirror, before Jack cleared his throat and asked her the question which had been on his mind for a while now.
'Can you give me any idea what it feels like?'
'Sure,' Paula replied. 'You ski, don't you, Jack?'
'Yeah.'
'Well, it's a bit like the difference between downhill and cross-country skiing. Most people are going to prefer downhill, some people will never want to try cross-country, and yet some can't get enough of it.'
Jack laughed and Paula continued.
'The big difference is right at the beginning. There's just this incredible amount of friction. Of course, the whole experience is tighter, but it's at the beginning you really feel it.'
'Look, I'm really sorry I was so - you know - I should have considered your feelings more. It's no excuse but you just turned me on so much that I kind of lost control.'
'I would have said something if I wasn't happy with what you were doing.'
'Now,' said Paula, turning onto her side and almost melting Jack's heart with her beautiful smile, 'there's something I want to ask you.'
'I'll do my best to answer you,' responded the ever cautious Jack.
'What did it feel like for you?'
Jack was about to answer, then caught himself. Paula noticed and rephrased her question, so as to make it quite evident what she meant.
'Is the feeling for you similar to normal sex, or is it quite different?'
'Wow! Good question. You know, I felt this kind of sucking sensation on my penis, as it went deeper. It might sound funny to put it this way, but it felt sort of like I was getting a blowjob.'
'That's really cool,' Paula said.
She lay there for a minute or so, taking everything in. Jack was looking up at the ceiling. She liked to imagine he was taking in every part of her body - which indeed he was. Her gaze moved from his face to his penis, which was still rampant.
'Even now, Jack, your penis is hard. I didn't know men could come so often and still stay so strong.'
'It's the effect you have on me, Paula. Can I tell you a little secret? Promise not to tell.'
'Sure,' Paula replied, fondling Jack's penis, which, as usual, twitched upon contact and released another droplet of cum, which fell onto the sheets.
'Chrissie and I haven't had sex for months.'
'Gee, Jack, I'm sorry. Things really bad between you?'
'Not great. It's been going on for years, like a general malaise. If we didn't have the whole childbirth thing to keep us occupied, I'm not sure we'd even be together now. And then, in the last year or so, things have taken a real turn. I'm not sure there's anything that can be done to save the marriage now.'
Paula didn't want to intrude, but she felt she ought to show support for Jack, as best she could. Having sex with him had triggered something between them, lit some kind of spark - not just sexual but sort of spiritual too. She didn't realise at this point just how much she would be leaning on him for support when he shared more about his family life.
'I'm really sorry, Jack,' she said, wrapping her arms around him and holding him tight.
'What has happened to me also concerns you, Paula. I never intended to talk with you like this, but, as you say, we have shared something beyond sex - some kind of intimacy that has created a bond between us.'
Intrigued and not a little apprehensive, Paula paused for a moment before asking Jack to share with her what was on his mind.
'You may be aware that we have cameras in every room - well, as near as damn it, every room.'
Paula said nothing but looked a little anxious.
'Don't worry - we were perfectly safe this evening. We decided to have them taken out of our bedroom. Chrissie suggested it, in fact. Ostensibly, in case the recordings got into the wrong hands. But I think it was really because she was afraid of being caught with your mother or another female lover. She made the suggestion only a few days after the incident I had witnessed.'
'We originally got them installed when Chrissie was pregnant, so we could always monitor the twins, whether we were at home or out of the house. We can switch them on and off via our phones. Chrissie and I had an understanding that, when one of us was at home and the other one away, the one who was away wouldn't switch on their phone. Neither of us wanted the other one snooping on them.'
'Well, that was all well and good so long as things were bearable between us, but after the birth of the twins, as I've said, things really began to go downhill. Then, one day, I did what we had promised each other we wouldn't do and accessed the camera footage. I still remember exactly where I was and exactly what I was doing. It was like what people say about when Kennedy was shot.'
Jack broke off - Paula thought he might be going to cry, but it was only to take a sip of his beer. She knew what he was going to tell her had something to do with her, but, still, she was completely unprepared when the revelation came.
'It was in the just after three in the afternoon. I was between meetings with clients and there's not much to do in Jacksonville. Yeah, I was only 300 miles away - in the same state. At first, I didn't think Chrissie was at home, because there was no sign of her in the kitchen, the living room - all the other sorts of places she usually spent her time. She wasn't in the yard either. I checked the twins' room, of course, but she wasn't in there. Finally, I checked our bedroom and there she was, and she wasn't alone.'
'Oh my god!' Paula thought. 'She was with my dad!'
'She was lying on the bed stark naked, sort of like a baby might lie - you know, on her side - running her hands over her body. She seemed to be taking to someone. I turned on the sound and she was using a tone of voice she hadn't used with me for a long time. Sultry and seductive. I knew then that she was with another man. I'd considered it before, but, I guess I was stupid, because she was so cold towards me, I thought she must be frigid and uninterested in sex any more.'
'It was only when I heard the other person's voice that I realised she was with a woman. I couldn't believe it! I'd often joked, as guys do, about having a threesome with another woman, but she'd always be right back at me, saying, "What about with another man?" Once, she even mentioned Ryan - your father.'
'I thought I recognised the other woman's voice, but I couldn't place it. After all, the audio wasn't that great and she was out of shot, in the bathroom, where there's no camera. It was only when she entered the room and stood before Chrissie that I saw it was your mother.'
He paused and looked at Paula, allowing her to digest the news. She looked thunderstruck, but gestured for him to continue.
'She was wearing a short, black lacy silk kimino. She asked Chrissie if she liked what she was wearing. Instead of replying, Chrissie reached over and slipped the simple knot on the sash. Then your mother - oh, look, I'm sorry, Paula - this must be very difficult for you to take.'
'You could knock me down with a proverbial feather,' she said. 'I simply had no idea. Sometimes, at night, I hear mum and dad going at it - you know, pretty intensely. Wow!'
She paused, as if to regather herself.
'But it does explain something which - well, it hadn't been bothering me - rather the opposite, in fact - but, you know, something which she'd started doing in the last six months or so.'
'What's that?' said Jack, pleased to learn anything that would throw some light on the changes his wife had undergone.
'She used to watch all my matches when she travelled with me to tournaments. Then, at some point - oh, yes, I remember it now, it was the event in Honolulu - she started to miss some matches.'
'You think she suddenly developed an interest in people of the opposite gender?'
Paula was amused by Jack's choice of words but made no comment. After all, you could take the man out of the law firm but you couldn't take the law firm out of the man.
'Looking back at it now, it's actually very possible. When I was playing my second round match, I saw her sitting with a Japanese-looking woman - around her own age. They seemed to be getting along very well. After the match, I asked her about her and she said they'd arranged to meet up the following day, when this woman would show her the sights. She asked me if I minded her missing my match. I told her not to worry about it. I'd like to be able to say that my mom seemed different that evening when we met up, but I don't remember anything special at all. But I guess that might have been, if not her first time, then one of them.'
'Your mother certainly didn't seem to lack experience when she was with Chrissie.'
'You mean she was like the one leading things.'
Paula couldn't help but think of her own experience with Adriana.
'Yup. Definitely. Actually, after what I had seen, I switched off the application, left my phone in my room and went out for a walk, just to clear my head. Then I had a meeting with a client, followed by drinks and dinner. By the time I got back to my room I was pretty tired. But of course I couldn't sleep. I couldn't stop myself. I went back to where I had left off and started to watch it again - this time on my laptop.'
'I couldn't take my eyes off the screen. The things they were doing to each other I just couldn't believe. I've heard Chrissie cuss and swear a bit before but never your mother. Well, the language that was coming out of her mouth was something else. Oh, I'm sorry - I guess you don't want to be hearing this.'
'Have you still got the recording?' asked Paula.
'Sure. Why do you ask?'
'I'd like to look at it. I don't know, I think it might help me make sense of things.'
'Would you prefer to look at it on your own? I can make myself scarce while you view it.'
'No, that's okay. You don't need to go anywhere. I'd like you to be here with me while I watch it.'
So they started watching it. Paula found it awkward to see her mother naked and indulging in sexually explicit behaviour, but she kind of got used to it. Additionally, she found her eyes more and more being drawn to Chrissie: her perfect tits, her womanly hips, her powerful thighs, her slender ankles and her petite feet. And above all, her neatly trimmed bush. Paula wasn't the only one who was attracted to Chrissie's sex; her mother was paying a terrific amount of attention to it with her fingers and her tongue.
But it was what happened after they had mutually pleasured each other that really blew Paula's mind. Her mother had taken a strap-on out of her bag and was proceeding to give Chrissie a thorough going-over with it.
XIII
When they were finally done, Jack put the laptop away and leant into Paula. It was his way of asking, 'Well, what did you think of it?'
'Some things make more sense now,' Paula said. 'Some of the girls on tour started to call me "Momma's girl", and this one time one of the bitchier ones suddenly came out with "like mother, like daughter" while I was passing her in the corridor.'
'It all seems like something out of the movie American Beauty,' Jack said.
'How do you mean?' said Paula, who had vaguely heard of the film, but had never seen it.
'The main character, played by Kevin Spacey, is a homophobe, but it turns out that he is himself a closeted homosexual. It's like your mother, isn't it? All the fuss she made about protecting you from the lesbians on tour, and yet she secretly craves sex with a woman herself.'
'I can't imagine she was like that from the start. I mean, I just don't know, but maybe it was being around so many women that made her - I don't know - want to experiment herself.'
'Maybe she always had lesbian urges, but had just suppressed them. Could be the same with Chrissie too.'
There was a pause - pregnant with meaning for both of them. Paula knew deep down what Jack was going to ask her next. She couldn't decide whether to be honest with him or not. She'd have to wing it.
'Can I ask you a personal question, Paula?'
'Sure. You may not get a straight answer though.'
She laughed to herself at the unintended double meaning of what she had just said.
'Have you ever been intimate with one of the ladies on the tennis circuit?'
Paula laughed - aloud, this time. She found Jack so cute when he went into legal mode.
'What will you think if I told you I had?' she said, intending to spin out her answer and make him sweat.
'I'm really a very tolerant sort of person,' he replied, trying to deal with the frog which seemed to be stuck in his throat.
'I know that, Jack. But I don't want you to secretly judge me, while at the same time you use what I tell you to make yourself aroused.'
'I would never judge you, I promise. Look, I don't judge Chrissie for making it with other women. You know that, don't you?'
Paula didn't respond for some time. She noticed that at some point Jack had moved himself into a position which hid his penis from her. This coyness merely encouraged her to drag her reply to his question out even more. She didn't need to see it to know that it would be in its customary state. Even more so, given the fluster he was in, something he was doing his best to hide, but without much success.
She wanted him inside her - inside her pussy - very badly. She knew that if she continued to tease him so flagrantly there was a good chance he'd come inside her almost instantly, but that was a chance she was willing to take. Anyway, he'd shown pretty good self-discipline up to now. Maybe he'd developed ways of delaying his gratification, by thinking about unsexy things - work, chores to be done, his wife even!
She could feel herself getting wet and it was all she could do not to slip a hand down to her pussy and relieve some of the tension she was feeling. However, she denied herself, wanting to watch Jack as he struggled with his growing libido.
'I don't know if you judge your wife or not, Jack, but what is clear to me is that you enjoyed watching her make love to my mother.'
'Look, Paula,' he said, making an attempt to act like a mediator or counsellor or something, 'Chrissie has her own life. Your mother, too. They're old enough to make choices about their lives and I respect that.'
'There's another thing I'm concerned about, Jack. I get the feeling you would do anything in your power to get me together with Chrissie. To watch -'
'Oh, Paula, no!' Jack cried. 'What kind of a man do you take me for?'
'Just a man with deep longings and an almost limitless sex drive.'
Jack gulped like a fish out of water desperate for the oxygen supply it has lost.
Now that Paula had him where she wanted him she decided to move in for the kill.
'Yes, Jack, I have had sex with a woman on tour. She was much older than me and experienced in the ways of lesbian love. She broke into the cubicle while I was having a shower and, despite my telling her to stop, she pinned me against the wall and licked me out.'
Jack's silence spoke louder than any response he might have made. Realising how uncomfortable he must be feeling, she sat up an uncrossed his legs. His penis sprang out - pulsing and tumescent, and leaking pre-cum like a broken faucet.
'Did you come?' he asked in a barely audible whisper.
'Yes, Jack. More than once.'
'Aw, fuck!' he groaned.
'Jack?'
'Yea?'
'Why do men get so turned on by the idea of two women together?'
'I dunno,' he said without conviction.
'Give me your best shot. I'm genuinely interested.'
'It's just how sensual it is. So soft.'
'It isn't always soft, Jack.'
Jack had visions of Paula's beautiful blonde hair being pulled as the older woman lashed her pussy from behind.
'And then,' he went on, his penis jiggling pronouncedly, 'a woman's body is so much more beautiful than a man's. When you have two of them together, curve meeting curve, their curves fitting together like a hand and glove, it's just so erotic.'
'Is that all, Jack?'
'When their mouths interlock and their breasts touch each other and their pussies rub together, it's just so beautiful.'
'You're quite a poet, Jack.'
'Then when tongue touches pussy, a kind of fire is ignited. And there's no limit to the passion they can feel or the number of times they can make each other come in mutual pleasure.'
'I'm going to mount you, Jack, and I want you to fuck me. I want you to start slow, then build up. I want you to be sensitive to me and my needs. I don't care if you think about my mother and your wife. I don't care if you think about me and your wife. Can you do that, Jack?'
'I can,' he answered simply.
'I want to face you first, Jack, so we can look at each other. Then, maybe I'll turn around so I can feel your penis penetrate me at a different angle. I'd love to come twice. Do you think you can hold off the first time?'
'I'll do my best, Paula.'
'That's all I can ask,' said Paula, taking her position over him and using her hand to guide him inside her slick pussy.
Jack was truly concerned that he would ejaculate almost as soon as he felt her silky-smooth pussy around his penis. She swallowed up his full length easily, making Jack feel a little inadequate. He knew he didn't have the longest penis in the world, and what he would have given to have been able to rub a lantern, summon a genie and have his wish for an extra few inches granted.
Paula leant over Jack so he could almost lick her full, firm tits as they jiggled in front of him. This, apparently, was what Paula wanted, as she fed her right breast into his mouth. Having something else to focus on would help to stop him from coming - both of them knew that.
Jack moved his face up until he was in a position to capture her nipple in his mouth.
'Yes, Jack, make my nipples hard and stiff!'
Jack grunted and reapplied himself to the task with even greater energy. As he did so, Paula increased the intensity of her motion on his column, enjoying the slick sounds they were making. Looking up, she watched them in the mirror. She especially enjoyed the sight of Jack sucking on her nipples while he struggled to ensure he didn't unload prematurely. His eyes were closed, as if he thought that might help restrain him. Perhaps he really was thinking about boring stuff he couldn't put off any longer at work, Paula thought.
It gradually dawned on Paula that her orgasm was in large part dependent on Jack's. So long as he was holding back, she wouldn't be able to reach that point on the mountain from which she could launch herself into the void below. She would just have to trust in Jack's ability to recover quickly: an inability he had already shown - in spades.
'Open your eyes, Jack, and look at me! I want you to fuck me with conviction and make me come.'
Jack unlatched himself from her breasts and got down to business. Placing his hands on her hips, he started to direct a stream of words in her direction, even if some of it seemed to be aimed at himself.
'Show me how badly you want it, Paula!'
'Don't try to hold out - you won't be able to.'
'Let me take you for the ride of your life!'
Paula placed her hands on his shoulders and began to use his body for extra leverage. His penis was untiring, working metronomically like an automatic tennis ball launcher.
'I'm coming, Jack,' she announced, triggering an opposite and equal reaction from him.
Paula slumped to the bed, feeling luxuriant as his sperm slowly leaked out of her pussy, under and over and around his penis, which, after all these hours, was finally beginning to lose its shape.
'New balls please!'
The familiar phrase came to Paula from nowhere, making her giggle. Jack heard - and felt - her doing so, but didn't bother to ask her what had triggered it. He was more than happy to bathe in the post-coital bliss.
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