Room for Cream? Pt. 02

ROOM FOR CREAM?

MY COFFEE SHOP ENCOUNTER

PART TWO: FRIDAY NIGHT

Chapter 3

I told Jenny that a teachers' aide at the new school was doing some babysitting on the side and, fortunately, she had an opening. We would finally be enjoying an adult night out.

She rang the bell ten minutes early. Straight out of a telenovela, she had the hair, the eyelashes, the dark red lipstick, the manicured nails, the gold hoop earrings. A total Latina bombshell! Her black jeans and white cashmere V-neck sweater couldn't help but be tight. Her voluptuous body looked like a collection of switchbacks climbing the Andes Mountains.

"I barely recognize you."

"Yeah, I don't dress the same outside of work."

"No kidding! I didn't expect all this underneath an oversized hoodie," I said, trying to smile without being old man pervy.

"You're pretty!" came my daughter's voice from behind me, breaking an awkward silence.

She took Marisol's hand and pulled her to the kitchen table to show off her drawings.

Marisol was showing her where she was from in Colombia on the iPad when Jenny came downstairs. Arrived is more like it, as she looked stunning in her little black cocktail dress. She was going to make the most of the night out, which usually worked out well for me when she was feeling sexy and attracting attention.

When she reached the bottom of the stairs, I gave her a twirl, which revealed the tops of her garters. With her stiletto heels, she was almost as tall as my 6'3". What a pair we make! After ten years of marriage, my heart still skips a beat. Lucky me!

I introduced Jenny to Marisol, and the stark contrast of a tall, elegant blond and a short, curvy Latina was almost humorous. Both were dialed up to 11 and, fortunately, hit it off immediately, mutually gushing on choices of clothing and jewelry.

Jenny was an athletic blond in her late thirties who was aging exceptionally well. She was a natural beauty with effortless charm and charisma. What truly made Jenny unique was an innate brilliance combined with high emotional intelligence. She believed that if it was worth doing, it was worth doing well, which manifested in both her approach to motherhood and in her successful corporate career. My love and admiration of the woman who excelled at both knew no bounds.

Out of college, Jenny moved to Manhattan with one of her sorority sisters to pursue their dreams in marketing and finance, respectively. They found entry-level jobs within the first few months and enjoyed all the benefits of being young and free in New York City. Soon, a third roommate joined the pair, a colleague of Jenny who had broken up with her boyfriend and couldn't afford a place of her own.

The trio were inseparable as they worked hard and partied hard. Jenny moved up the corporate ladder quickly as she manifested the powerful combination of brains and beauty. She developed the quiet confidence of someone who knew she had both and, with experience, learned how to use it to her maximum advantage. She earned steady promotions and was now one level below the C-Suite, being groomed for more. I was captivated by her beauty but fell in love with her brains.

We had dated exclusively for just over a year when we started having the long-term conversations. One night, after discovering the courage found at the bottom of the second bottle of wine, we began to confess our dating history. My reveal was short and simple. Ex-wife, no kids, a couple of other year-ish long relationships and a few short ones. Pretty standard. No baggage.

I should have uncorked a third bottle for what came next! After Jenny graduated, she had gone through a phase of exploration and self-discovery, as most young people do. In New York City, the experiences are multiplied and magnified.

She racked up a significant body count averaging a dozen or more per year. When Deb, the third roommate, moved in, this 'phase' went into overdrive as Jenny began to experiment with women, group sex, role play, bondage and toys.

"I was learning about myself and went through a natural process," insisted Jenny. "It was fun, and I don't have any regrets, but that time in my life is over. It's time to go all-in and start a family."

I've been the luckiest man in the world for the years Jenny and I have been together. From time to time, we've spiced things up experimenting with the duffel bag of toys that Jenny inherited from her roommates and keeps in the closet for special occasions. Neither of us has strayed or ever felt the temptation to do so.

"You ladies have fun tonight!" offered Jenny.

"We already are!" came the reply from the kitchen table.

"Here are our cell numbers. Call or text if anything comes up. A pizza is on the way. You can continue to play for another hour or so. There is a bottle of wine in the kitchen. Help yourself after she goes down."

"Thanks, Jenny! We'll have a great time! She's such a sweet girl!"

"We won't be late," I promised.

Chapter 4

We got two steps out of the house before Jenny said with conviction, "Teacher's aide, my ass!"

"Busted!" I confessed. "I didn't expect all THAT to show up, though! I didn't even know THAT existed!"

"Promise me that our daughter will be okay."

"Yes, of course," I said, and I gave her the detailed reasoning a mom needs to get comfortable with leaving her child with a new sitter.

It was our first time out in months, and we treated ourselves to champagne at the most romantic restaurant in town. A chilled seafood tower followed by beef Wellington for the main course. During dessert, I changed the topic of our conversation.

"What do you think of Marisol?" I queried.

"She seems great, and I hope our daughter likes her. It would be fantastic to have a reliable babysitter so we can get out more often," Jenny said hopefully.

"Absolutely!" I agreed. "But I do need to make a bit more of a confession."

"Please do!" Jenny said, perking up to listen.

"I was taking a little break from the book and decided that I would surprise you with an erotic fantasy story. I was writing out one of the scenes that you've told me that you like to play out in your mind."

Jenny raised her eyebrows and held my hand.

I leaned in to not be overheard and whispered, "I happened to be writing a scene where we were on a yacht in the Caribbean. It was a perfect day with the warm sun reflecting off the azure-blue waters. You were tanning naked on the bunny pad when a band of pirates hijacked the boat. They tied me up and made me watch you become their sex slave. When Marisol interrupted, you were on your knees with a big cock in each hand and one about to enter your mouth. She asked me what I was writing."

Jenny was drifting off. "Shit timing... I hope you didn't tell her!"

"Of course not! I did admit that I was writing an erotic story and regretted saying anything as soon as I said it. Then she asked if she could read it."

"I hope you didn't do that either."

"I'm not that crazy, but I was caught off-guard. To change the subject, I stupidly said that I would write one for her based on her fantasies."

"How are you supposed to do that?"

"She told me one of her fantasies. In detail."

"You're fucking kidding me! Seriously?"

"It just happened, and I went with it. She was really excited to tell me. Really excited!"

Jenny looked at me questioningly.

"And by that, I mean she had an orgasm right there on the couch while she was telling me! Two orgasms, actually!"

"God, that sounds really hot!" she said as I felt Jenny's foot exploring under the table.

As I shared Marisol's fantasy, adding Jenny into the story as well as some editorial embellishments, we held hands on the table and Jenny's foot rubbed my stiffening cock under it.

"An older couple banging the barista is a bit trite," she stated, finishing off her glass of wine. "In reality, she's a good 15 years younger than me and you're old enough to be her--"

"Uncle!" I interrupted, and we both had a chuckle.

"Listen," I continued. "I've never kept any secrets and I'm not going to start now. I just thought this was something you should know. Worst case, you might have some fun with the fantasy and role play the yoga mom character."

Jenny reached under the table and gave me a squeeze. "I know what character you're hoping to play." I ordered an Uber and we hustled out of the restaurant.

Chapter 5

We made out like teenagers in the back of the car. I kissed her neck, pinched her hard nipples through her dress, and slid my hand under her skirt, feeling the heat between her legs. Her musk overpowered the pine tree air freshener and filled up the Tesla.

Kissing Jenny's earlobe, I whispered, "You are so dirty. Just want to be used... by big, filthy cocks... like a dirty little cum slut."

She threw her head back. "Yes... yes... I want to be used like a dirty slut," she said a little too loudly, prompting a look in the rear-view mirror. I'm sure the driver was as hard as I was... that's a fantasy for another night.

We arrived home a little tipsy and disheveled. Jenny gathered herself and was working out a Venmo payment with Marisol when she noticed that half the bottle of wine was gone. Jenny suggested that Marisol not drive and we call an Uber.

"I'm fine, Jenny. I don't want to be any trouble," Marisol said.

"Well, if you really don't want to be any trouble, why don't we all finish the wine and watch the rest of the movie you started?" Jenny offered. "You can crash here and drive home in the morning."

"No, no, that's too much trouble," Marisol insisted.

"Nonsense," I said, already cheerfully pouring the rest of the wine into three glasses.

Marisol reluctantly agreed as Jenny and I took turns checking in on our sleeping daughter and getting changed, me into shorts and a t-shirt and Jenny into a camisole. I opened more wine, and we all reconvened in the living room. The movie had been paused, lights dimmed, and we just settled in for a quiet remainder to the evening.

The girls sipped wine and shared a blanket on the couch. They seemed into the random rom-com as I sat in the chair watching an entirely different movie playing in my head and trying to hide a hard-on.

"Truth or dare?" Jenny asked me.

"What? Where'd that come from?"

"Truth or dare, Joe?"

"Dare?" I coughed, knowing it was a lose-lose.

"Jeez... don't look so nervous. I dare you to pour us another glass and go grab some snacks."

I refilled and served the wine glasses first, then took my time plating a tray of cheese and crackers. That was long enough for Jenny to elicit some measure of a red-wine-induced confession out of Marisol.

After another 20 minutes and halfway done with her glass of wine, Jenny said again, "Truth or dare?"

"Truth, I guess."

"Are you trying to hide an erection?"

The girls giggled conspiratorially.

"Uh... yeah... I am." I said, only slightly embarrassed.

After a short pause, "Are you going to show us or not?"

I decided not to debate the rules of 'Truth or Dare.'

I stood in front of Jenny, parted her knees with my leg, pulled up the side of my shorts, and revealed a full and ready erection.

"Oh my God!" Marisol said. "It's so--so--"

"Yes! Yes, it is!" Jenny said proudly.

Jenny pulled my shorts down to my ankles and shimmied her sweet ass to the end of the couch. She cupped my balls with her left hand and grabbed the base of my cock with her right. Making eye contact only with Marisol, Jenny brought her tongue to the head of my cock. She expertly swirled her tongue around the head before slowly parting her lips, accepting the throbbing head into her mouth.

Marisol was staring hungrily with her full lips slightly parted, waiting her turn. Jenny gave my cock some wet slurps and pulled back, slowly sliding the head back and forth over her lips while squeezing my thick shaft with two hands.

With Jenny's non-verbal prompting, I stepped back and repositioned myself in front of Marisol. Jenny moved behind Marisol on the couch and lifted her sweater over her head. I didn't have much time to admire how her black bra held in her huge tits before Jenny unfastened it and let her pillowy tits spill out.

Marisol tilted her head and slowly slid her painted lips and tongue up and down the underside of my long shaft. She repeated this teasingly while Jenny kneaded her tits and rolled her hardening brown nipples between her fingers.

Refocusing on me, Jenny whispered, "Go ahead," as Marisol grabbed my cock with both hands and stretched her mouth around the head. She looked both awkward and sexy trying to coordinate a two-fisted pumping rhythm and her mouth. She gagged and spit trying to match Jenny's efforts. "Dios mío! It's like trying to swallow a burrito!" Marisol said admiringly.

With a gentle touch, Jenny directed Marisol to my shaved sack, which soon received a warm tongue massage while Jenny took the head of my cock back in her mouth. I grabbed Jenny's ponytail and began to slowly fuck her mouth, getting deeper with each thrust. Marisol marveled at how Jenny could handle my full girth and length as she watched the outline of my cock travel down her throat and stretch her neck.

"Oh my God," Marisol said in awe as she pulled Jenny into a passionate kiss as I stroked my spit-slicked cock.

With their tongues dancing in each other's mouths and their hands exploring each other's body, I knew it wouldn't take me long. When Marisol slid the spaghetti strap off Jenny's shoulder and took her nipple between her luscious lips, I lost all control! What felt like endless ribbons of hot cum streamed toward Marisol's face and tits.

After I unloaded, Jenny broke the kiss and used two fingers to scoop the semen and take it to Marisol's lips. I watched these two beautiful women share my essence with their fingers and tongues like it was caviar and champagne.

When they had savored most of it, Jenny took my semi-hard cock fully in her mouth and slowly withdrew, sucking every drop out of my shaft, and for the first time ever, sharing it with me in a passionate kiss.

"This is so fucking hot," Jenny whispered in my ear as we all grabbed our clothes and scurried upstairs.