Escort Neighbour

Welcome to Part 4 of Escort Neighbour. This part will wrap the story up. It’s gone as far as I want to take it. It starts of slow. There are a few story threads that need tightened and knotted. Bill and Jennifer need closure. Hope you like the closure.

Warning: There is a little gay sex in this toward the end. If you don’t like that, please don’t read!

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The trip home from Saint Thomas was uneventful. As much as I wanted to enjoy the first class travel I couldn’t. All I could think about was that Jennifer would move away and that our romance would have to end. I was depressed and so was Jennifer.

I could see the sadness in her eyes. We held hands the whole-time home; fingers clenched and not wanting to let go of each other. I was physically and emotionally exhausted. Jennifer said she had cancelled all her clients for the week. I nodded.

We spoke little. I was afraid of making hollow promises. Saying stupid things like ‘this will all work out‘. Or, ‘it will be fine‘. I knew the lie those words held.

I played with my new phone for a time. It was in airport mode and couldn’t do much. Jennifer said it was the larger sized screen and that I needed it for my old eyes. She smirked when she said it, but it did have me thinking about our age difference.

I was fifteen years older than her. That’s a lot. When I was sixty she would be forty-five. I wanted to talk to her about it but couldn’t find the words.

It was a long flight home.

* * *

We were careful to take separate cabs home. I even held back leaving the plane in case Nancy was watching from the viewing window at the airport. It was very late at night, but Jennifer and I didn’t want to chance anything. Nancy never picked me up at the airport, except once she had surprised me.

I didn’t want to be surprised.

I saw Jennifer get in a taxi at the stand. She hesitated before she got in and stared at me. I smiled and when I did she disappeared quickly into the cab. It roared off and I felt my depression settle deeper.

The cab took me home. I saw lights on inside Jennifer’s house when we pulled up. I paid the driver and got out with my carry-on. The cab left and I stood on the street looking up at the lights in Jennifer’s house. She was right there inside, and I couldn’t do anything about it. I couldn’t walk in, embrace her, and tell her how much she meant to me.

Instead, I wandered up my driveway to my front door. I keyed the electronic lock and stepped inside the darkness. I stood in my entryway listening. The house was quiet except for the faint whirring of the refrigerator.

I shucked my shoes and headed upstairs. I entered the bedroom, heard my wife snoring loudly, and changed into my sleep clothes in the dark. I climbed into bed and lay on my back.

It’s over, I thought and then rolled over onto my stomach and went to sleep.

The next morning I woke to Nancy placing a cup of coffee at my bedside table. I struggled up out of the duvet and sat up. Nancy kissed my cheek.

“How was your trip?”

“Good,” I said.

“I’m glad. Off to work. Have a great day.”

“You, too.”

Nancy fled the bedroom and I lay back in bed fighting off my sleepiness. I grabbed the coffee and sipped. I looked around my bedroom and wished I was still in Saint Thomas. I was home but my heart wasn’t.

Bored I rose and opened my carry-on. It was stuffed tight with all the gifts the girls had given me. I found my phone and the charging cable and returned to bed with it. I plugged in the phone and it emitted a soft tone. It turned on and I saw the little airport symbol on the top. After a time I found the settings and turned off the mode.

Jennifer said she had paid for cellular service for a year for me. She suggested I use Wi-Fi whenever I could because the plan didn’t have a lot of data. All strange words to me. I knew my house had Wi-Fi, it had been part of the cable company plan. Before I could figure out how to set it up my phone made a bunch of chimes.

I looked first at the messenger application. It had the number twenty in a red circle next to it. I tapped the icon and the application opened. I only had one contact and that was Jennifer, but I had two sets of messages.

The first was unknown and the second was from Jennifer.

I tapped Jennifer and the screen changed to a series of messages, all time stamped. I read through all her texts:

[Hey babe. I’m just in the door. Saw your cab drop you off. I miss you already.] 11:43 PM

[Can’t sleep. I’ve been home for two hours thinking of you. Why won’t you text me back?] 1:30 AM

[Jesus Bill. You’re such a luddite! Read your texts!] 1:37 AM

[I’m playing with myself thinking of you…come join me.] 2:04 AM

[I can’t sleep. I keep thinking of you. I love you, Bill] 3:15 AM

[I want to run away with you.] 3:27 AM

[I love you baby. Please text me!] 4:05 AM

[Morning! Hope you slept well. I didn’t sleep a wink. I’m so tired. All I can think about is you.] 6:17 AM

[Wake up!] 6:18 AM

[I’m gonna have to show you how to socialise aren’t I? You awake? Bill? I need to talk to you!] 6:20 AM

[It’s 8. Your wife just left. Are you awake?] 7:58 AM

She’s in a worse state than me, I realised. I tapped the small iMessage bar and a small keyboard appeared. I typed slowly and then didn’t know how to send it. I tapped the small blue up arrow and my phone made a whoosh sound. The word ‘Delivered’ appeared below my text.

[Morning beautiful. Sorry you slept so bad. You doing okay?]

A strange little symbol appeared on the left side of the screen. The ellipsis, I thought, the writer in me knowing these things. The ellipsis disappeared and more text appeared. Ah, I realised, it means the other person is typing.

[baby! You figured out how to text! I’m so proud of you! How are you?]

[Good. I slept hard.]

[hows Nancy]

[Fine.]

[she didn’t ask anything about your trip?]

[No, she never does.]

She didn’t reply and I stared at my phone. In a moment, the ellipsis reappeared and then more text.

[that’s sad but Im glad. What you doing?]

[Lying in bed, still.]

[can I come over?]

I wanted that more than anything. [Yeah.]

[don’t move]

I got out of bed and peed quickly. I cleaned myself up, ran a toothbrush over my teeth and scrambled back in bed. I heard the front door keypad beep four times and the door opened and slammed shut. I heard running up the stairs and Jennifer came into view. She looked dishevelled, her hair a mess, and she wore her terry-cloth bathrobe with bare feet. She rushed into the bedroom and her eyes lit up seeing me. She threw off her bathrobe and I was once again treated to the sight of her gorgeous naked body.

She crawled into the bed under the duvet and squirmed over to me making happy little noises. She latched on to me and her mouth sought mine and we kissed passionately. I held her tight. Our kissing grew frantic and our hands roamed over familiar territory.

I ran my hands down her back and caressed her firm bum. I spread her ass cheeks and felt the heat rising from between her legs. She ran a hand up into my hair and curled her fingers and held my head still. She sucked on my lips and tongue. She was making moaning sounds. There was a frantic need from her I had never seen or felt before. Her intensity was off the scale.

I ran my hand down the crack of her ass, revelling in the feeling of her sacred places being so open to me. I ran my hand around her waist and reached down over her mons and slid a finger into her slit. She was wet and hot. She groaned into my mouth and kissed harder, bruising my lip.

I slipped a finger inside her vagina and she grunted and pushed hard against me. She let go of my hair and drove her hand down under the waistband of my pyjamas and grabbed my stiffening cock. She stroked it hard and then started tugging on my pants. I lifted my ass and she pushed my pants down over my thighs. No sooner was my cock free then she scrambled on top of me. She grabbed my cock and drove it hard inside her.

I felt her folds open and accept me. The long path down her vagina was wet and hot and my cock vibrated with pleasure. I was back inside her. I never wanted to leave. Jennifer humped her back over me and looked down at my face. I could see her lust and desire. Her magnificent breasts hung heavy and swayed with her movements. Her nipples stood proud and erect, with the areolas crinkled and pinched with her excitement.

She was a gorgeous sexual woman and so in tune with her desires and her body. I ran my hands down her waist and then her loins. I couldn’t touch her enough. I ran my hands over her flanks and up around her breasts ever so lightly. She shuddered and humped my cock. She was so wet and so hot inside.

“Fuck me, Bill,” she whispered hoarsely.

“I am.”

“Harder.”

“You’re in charge, baby.”

She growled and then started driving her pussy down hard on my cock. She bounced off my pelvic bone and it hurt, but I was mesmerised by her passion. She needed this and I wouldn’t deny it to her. Her hair was all over the place and she looked a little crazy to me. Her eyes bore into mine and I stared back. I loved this woman.

She came in grunts. Pushing down hard on my cock. She ground her pussy and clit against me, and I felt her pussy clench hard around me. She relaxed, grinded herself again, and came again. Finally finished, she flopped down on top of me and lay still, breathing heavy.

I ran my nails down her back with a light touch. She shuddered and shivered. She loved this and I didn’t stop. My cock was hard inside her and needed release, but she needed this more. She lay on me for a long time, letting me pleasure her back. She grew limp and then she fell asleep.

I loved her for that. She lay heavy on me, completely asleep with my hard cock inside her. She started snoring and I held her. I didn’t want to ever let go. I looked at the clock and it said eight thirty-seven.

I pulled the duvet up slowly and covered us. Jennifer stirred a little and then seemed to relax even more. I forced myself to stay awake and held her enjoying every second we had together.

At nine-forty-five I kissed the top of her head and shook her a little. She stirred but stayed asleep. I shook her a little harder. She stirred more and her pussy clenched on my cock and pushed the limp thing out. That woke her.

“Bill? Did I sleep?”

“Yes, baby, you did. You needed it.”

She was weak from sleep and couldn’t lift her head yet. I stroked her hair and back. “I’m so tired.”

“Did you sleep at all last night?”

“Uh-uh, nope. Couldn’t.”

“Thinking of us?”

“Yeah.” She managed to lift her head and looked down at me with bleary eyes. “Can I sleep here? With you?”

“No, hon. Nancy could come home anytime.”

“She never comes home during the day. Let me sleep more. Just a little more, please?”

I hesitated. I would love that, but I couldn’t risk it. I would sleep too and then I imagined Nancy coming home and finding us both in bed. That would be bad. “We can’t risk it, hon.”

Jennifer’s chin trembled. “I know, I know!” She collapsed on me and buried her head in my shoulder. She was crying. I held her and felt my eyes sting with my own tears threatening to fall. I blinked them away and held her, trying to distance myself emotionally.

She fell asleep again when she stopped crying. She was a mess. I looked at the clock and noted the time. I would let her sleep another hour.

An hour later I woke her up again. I smacked her ass until she rose. She said she had to pee and disappeared into the bathroom. When she came back out her hair was looking better, and she had washed her face. She crawled under the duvet and latched her mouth around my cock.

I grunted at the sudden warmth and pleasure. In moments my cock grew hard and Jennifer pleasured me like she always did. She knew my cock and knew what I liked. She was a master and I felt my cum surge within me. Jennifer knew the signs and finished me off. I spewed cum deep into her mouth and felt her swallow. She was so good to me.

She climbed up my body under the duvet and popped her head out in front of mine, her smile wide and grinning. She looked so cute and beautiful. She kissed me and then climbed up higher and impaled herself on my cock. I grunted.

“You’re so beautiful, Jennifer.”

“I know, right?” She grabbed my hands and placed them on her breasts. She rose up and started slowly fucking me.

I growled and flipped her off of me onto her back. She looked startled and then she saw the hunger in my eyes. I moved on top of her and drove my cock back inside her pussy. I took charge and started to slowly fuck my woman.

We grew heated and I started thrusting harder and harder. I reached up and grabbed her throat and she growled in pleasure. I grabbed her legs and pulled them up under my shoulders and drove my cock hard into her pussy. I felt my balls smacking her ass. She threw her head back and cried out. I was relentless. I couldn’t drive my cock in any harder. I was so deep inside her in this position. I could feel my cock hitting her cervix over and over.

“You’re mine, Jennifer. My fucking slut!”

“Fuck me, Bill!”

“Mine, you hear? Mine!”

“I’m yours! Take me!”

She came hard and drew her nails down my back. It hurt like hell, but I didn’t care. I drove in harder and harder. She shook and shuddered and tossed her head back and forth. My world reduced to the feeling of my cock inside her. I thrust and felt my cum rise again. With each thrust it rose closer and closer. I couldn’t fuck her any faster or harder.

My orgasm hit me. I drove my cock deep and held it. Jennifer came with me, reaching up and grabbing my face to watch me cum. I ejaculated hard, feeling my cock jerk with the force. I grunted and cried out. I thrust a couple of times and it extended the pleasure. Finally I was spent and couldn’t hold myself up anymore.

Jennifer managed to extricate her legs from under me and they flopped down on either side of me. I lowered myself onto her and held her. She stroked my back and I hissed at the pain. My back was on fire.

Jennifer examine her hand and I saw a little blood on it. “Oh god, I scratched you, Bill!”

“Yup,” was all I said. I was enjoying the feeling of her breasts against my chest. I was still inside her and I didn’t want to move.

“I’m sorry! I’ve never done that before.”

“Worry about it later.”

Just then the phone rang. My regular phone. I groaned and chose to ignore it.

“The answering machine will get it.”

The phone stopped ringing and we heard the answering machine. “Hello, you’ve reached Bill and Nancy. We can’t answer the phone right now. Please leave a message and the time you called. Thanks.”

The phone beeped and then we heard Nancy.

“Bill? Pick up, Bill. Are you still asleep? I’m on my way home. I picked up McDonalds for us. I left work early today. Hello? Okay, see you soon!”

I lifted my head and looked at Jennifer in horror. She was looking at me the same way. I glanced at the clock. It read eleven-twenty.

“Shit, shit, shit!” I said and pulled out of Jennifer and swung off the bed. “Run, get home!” I yelled.

Jennifer scrambled and got out of bed and grabbed her bathrobe. She ran over to me and kissed me quick. She threw on her robe as she fled down the stairs. I heard the front door open and close, the keypad lock buzzed and then silence.

McDonalds was only five minutes away. I looked at the bed. I could smell the sex in here. There was a wet spot but there was nothing I could do about. Then I spied the long strands of red hair. They were everywhere.

I went into a frenzy. I found as many hairs as I could and as quickly as I could. I turned on all the lights and looked at the bed from different angles. I spied a few more and grabbed them. I ran into the bathroom and found more hairs around the sink. Curse that woman! I thought, madly.

I put the hairs I had found from the bed in the toilet and then grabbed the ones from the sink. Fucking women and their hair! Jesus Christ! I turned on the shower to let it get hot. I could smell Jennifer on me. My eyes grew round and I grabbed the can of bathroom spray and ran into the bedroom. I sprayed the air and then fled back into the bathroom. I flushed the toilet, looked for more hairs and didn’t see any.

I looked down at myself and realised my pyjama bottoms were missing. My eyes went round, again. I ran back into the bedroom, pulled back the duvet and saw my pyjama bottoms bunched up at the bottom of the bed. I pulled them out, glanced at the wet spot, and covered the bed back up. I laid my bottoms down where I always put them and ran back into the bathroom and closed the door.

I jumped into the shower and the water hit my back. I stifled a scream when the water hit the cuts on my back. Jesus Christ! I ignored it as best I could and grabbed the soap and lathered myself up, washing the scent of Jennifer off me. I squirted shampoo in my hair and lathered it up and then rinsed. Just as I was done and turning off the shower, I heard the front door keypad beep. Nancy was home.

I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a fresh towel. I dried off and then looked at my back in the mirror. It was bad but not as bad as I imagined. There were five long scratches on my back, two on the left and three on the right side. They weren’t deep but they stung.

I heard Nancy call out.

“I’m in the bathroom, hon. I’ll be down in a moment,” I yelled.

“I picked up McDonalds. I got your favourite, the quarter-pounder with cheese, is that alright?”

“That’s perfect. Give me a moment!”

I left the bathroom and sniffed the bedroom. I could smell the air-freshener but not Jennifer. I relaxed and then dressed. I pulled on a dark golf shirt and a pair of jeans. I spied my carry-on and grabbed it. Then I remembered my phone and grabbed that too. I looked at it. Jennifer had texted me.

[Everything okay?] she asked.

[Think so. Chat later.]

I stuffed the phone in my back pocket and took a deep breath. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I headed downstairs. Nancy had placed the food on the kitchen counter. She was taking a deep bite of a Big Mac. She smiled around the mouthful at me. I held up the carry-on.

“Let me empty this. Lots of laundry. I picked up some new clothes. Nice ones.”

“Let me see them, later. Just leave the clothes there. I’ll get them into the laundry.”

“Nah, I’ll get it.”

I opened my carry-on and threw the clothes in the washing machine. Normally I would sort them, but they were all colours. I threw in a soap pod and closed the door and turned the washing machine on to normal. Water hissed and I felt the first sense of relief.

I strolled into the kitchen and spied my meal waiting for me. I was suddenly very hungry. I grabbed a fry and shoved it into my mouth. It hit my lower lip and I almost cried out. It was bruised. Then the salt hit a cut on my lip I didn’t know I had. The pain was intense. Then Nancy chose to run her hand down my back. My eyes swam with tears.

Nancy thankfully noticed nothing.

“So how was your trip?” she asked.

“Good.”

“Where did you go?”

It was strange, but Nancy rarely asked about my trips. I used to tell her, but then she realised she didn’t care. It was a reminder of just how sad our life was. I realised it was something that hadn’t bothered me before, but now it did. I hadn’t said where I was going, certainly not to Saint Thomas, so I told her a partial truth. “Washington.”

“Right,” she said, as if she knew. She brushed back my wet hair. “You looked a little tanned. The weather must’ve been nice.”

“It was. I got out a little.”

“Lucky you,” she replied absently, and we ate in silence.

I finished my meal and grabbed the empty packaging and threw it out. “Thanks for lunch. You home for the rest of the day?”

“Yup. Anything you want to do?”

“Not really. It was a long trip. I’m beat.”

“What’s that in your back pocket?” asked Nancy freezing me in place.

I pulled out my iPhone. “A new iPhone.”

“Where’d you get that?”

Thankfully I had discussed exactly that on the flight home with Jennifer. I couldn’t just show up with a new phone. She suggested I tell Nancy my agent gave it to me and that she was annoyed with trying to get in touch with me.

“My agent gave it to me.”

“What, really? Why?”

“She’s tired of trying to get a hold of me through emails. Said the company paid for it. It comes with a free cellular service for a year.”

“How nice! Lucky you! How is April?”

April is my agent. She lives in Toronto and I rarely see her. Everything was done through email these days. April was the one who convinced me to try writing erotica. She also knew my wife didn’t know about that aspect of me. I explained it to her once: Nancy wasn’t that way. Something about sex repulsed her. I didn’t know how she would react to what I did to make the real money around here.

I then remembered Betty had sent me fifty thousand dollars. It was a significant amount of money. I made more than that a year, but a sudden windfall like that was going to be impossible to explain. Thankfully, Nancy cared little for finances and left it all to me to manage. I would need to squirrel the money away somewhere. Then I realised it was probably fifty thousand in US dollars. That means its closer to sixty-five thousand dollars Canadian. Jesus.

“April is fine. She flew in for a day and left me with the company execs, mostly.”

“What was the meetings about?”

“Promotional stuff. Marketing. They want more books. Same old stuff.”

“That’s exciting.”

“Yeah. Things are looking good right now.”

Nancy smiled. “Do you want a cup of tea?”

“No, thanks.”

“I’m going to have one.”

“You go right ahead. I’m going out for a smoke.”

Nancy wrinkled her nose at me. “Go ahead.”

I escaped outside with a new pack of smokes. I opened it and lit one and took a deep drag. I blew out and heard Jennifer’s patio door slide open. I looked over and she was peeking out at me from inside her house.

I smiled. She held up her phone and pointed at it and then disappeared back inside.

I sat and opened my phone. She had been texting me.

[whats happening?] she had texted.

[All okay.]

[thank god]

[Your hair was everywhere, by the way.]

[oh no]

[I think I got it all.]

[you better have – sorry about your back how is it]

I didn’t like that texting didn’t use proper grammar. [You scratched me good. And my lower lip is bruised and cut.]

[omg im so sorry]

[It’s okay. I’ll survive. You should sleep. You need it.]

[I will. I can now tks to you]

[Okay. We should talk. We need to figure this all out.]

I waited for a reply. I finished my smoke and then looked up at Jennifer’s window. She was looking down at me, holding her phone. She looked upset.

[I know we do. Not now okay? I’m not ready]

[Okay.]

[love u]

[I love you, too.]

I looked up and she blew me a kiss. She moved back and her drapes covered her window. I sat outside and smoked a few cigarettes and then went inside and put my clothes in the dryer. Nancy was watching the soaps on TV and drinking tea. I looked around my house and wondered what I had missed. I was hopeful I had pulled this all off without a hitch.

I should probably check for more hairs, I thought and wandered upstairs. And then I think I’ll be okay.

* * *

I was wrong. So completely wrong, but not for what I expected.

After I checked the upstairs, I pulled the duvet back to air out the bed. I sniffed the mattress and couldn’t smell much. Eventually I just removed the sheets and remade the bed. I popped the sheets in the washer and saw Nancy was completely engrossed in her soaps. She called them her stories.

I made her more tea and then felt tired. The relief of having escaped detection of my dirty weekend was now turning into fatigue. I wandered back upstairs and lay in bed. My phone felt like a lump under my ass, so I pulled it out and plugged the charger in.

I fell asleep for a few hours and woke feeling much refreshed. It was late afternoon and I could hear the TV on downstairs. My phone pinged and I realised that was what had woken me.

I sat up and grabbed my phone. I could already see how demanding the damn things were. I opened it and saw I hadn’t closed the messenger app. Jennifer had texted me again.

[Bill we need to talk. Just got off phone with betty. shes been trying to contact you]

[Answer your stupid phone]

[dummy answer your phone!]

[bill jesus christ text me back!]

I frowned. Why would Betty want to talk to me? I typed in a reply to Jennifer.

[Hi, Jennifer. Sorry, I slept. What’s up with Betty?]

[omg Bill. Text betty. shes been texting you for two days! She had news about the night club. Remember? The speaker girl who outed you?]

I felt my blood freeze. Betty had taken Jennifer and I to a fancy nightclub in Saint Thomas. While there I had told a girl my pseudonym for my erotic fiction. She had known my novels. She bragged about it to the other women at the club and they hit me like a paparazzi gang. I had been nervous about it, but Betty had told me she would take care of it. Later, Jennifer made me realise that no one knew who I was in real life. I was a face and a pseudonym. I had mostly forgotten about it.

[I remember. Let me see what Betty wants.]

I backed out on the app and saw the number of texts from the unknown contact had risen to over thirty. I tapped the contact and a list of texts appeared. I scrolled up to the top and started reading. At first they were just texts thanking me for a wonderful weekend. Then I saw Betty had sent me pictures of her pussy with captions added as if the pussy was speaking to me with lude suggestions. It was funny, but I kept reading.

Betty then said she was looking into the night club incident. A couple more saying not to worry, it appeared to be a dying story. Then her tone changed. She had texted me last night while I was sleeping.

[Bill. Contact me. Things are not good] 12:05 AM

[Bill. Contact me. The story is going to break] 12:10 AM

[they figured out who you are not sure how] 12:30 AM

[jesus Christ bill answer your fucking phone!] 12:45 AM

[fuck you bill] 12:50 AM

[my husband reminded me you don’t use phones – sorry about my last] 12:59 AM

[hmm I do want to fuck you though] 1:00 AM

[you really need to contact me] 1:05 AM

[okay night call me in the morning] 1:15 AM

[bill contact me] 9:37 AM

[im contacting Jennifer you suck] 9:53 AM

[bill? You there? Jennifer just told me she got a hold of you. Bill?]

The last text was a minute ago.

I typed a reply. My heart was racing. She said they had figured out who I was. That’s wasn’t possible.

[Hi, Betty. What’s going on?]

[bill thank god. Can you call me, talk? Too much to type]

[I can. Give me a minute.]

I didn’t wait for a reply. I went downstairs, grabbed my smokes and walked out the front door. A small park was a short distance from my house, and I walked there. I found a bench, sat down, lit a smoke and then opened the messenger app.

[Okay, I can talk. I don’t know your number. What is it?]

[FFS. Hold on, calling you]

I had time to wonder how she knew my number when my phone started playing strange music. I looked at it in surprise and saw the phone displayed ‘Unknown number’ and had a green and a red telephone symbol. I pushed the green one and the phone stopped making music.

I looked at my phone and then heard a little voice. Shit, it’s Betty. I held the phone up to the side of my head like I had seen other people do. Her voice was loud in my ear.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Bill. Put the fucking phone to your head. You are so stupid!”

“Hello? Betty?”

“Oh, thank God. Jesus, Bill. How have you survived this day and age? I mean, seriously, we’re the same age and I get all this stuff!”

I frowned. “I never had the need. Why would I text my wife when we live together? And I have email. That works great.”

Betty made an exasperated sound and then spoke to someone near her. “Yes, its Bill, Elsa. I will. Bill? Elsa says hi.”

“Um, great. Hi Elsa.”

“He says hi back. Yes, yes. Shush, Elsa. This is important.”

“Where are you, Betty?”

“In my bedroom. Elsa and I just fucked for a few hours. God I love Norwegians. She’s delightful.”

“Oh.”

“That’s not important. Bill, there’s no easy way to tell you this so I will just say it. They figured out who you are. The girls in the nightclub went apeshit over you. Turns out you are something of a celebrity in the erotic fiction world, did you know that?”

“Of course I did. It paid for my house.”

“Right. Well, I didn’t know. I don’t read that stuff. I live it! Ha! Anyway, turns out one of the bitches in the bar had a friend at the airport. They managed to get your name from the airline. Don’t ask me how, the damage is done.”

I sat stunned in the park. My cigarette forgotten until it started to heat up between my fingers. I cursed and tossed the cigarette away and sucked my fingers.

“Bill? You alright?”

“Yes, yes. I just burnt my fingers with a cigarette. Okay, so what’s happening? What are they doing?”

“Right now the island is buzzing. Social media is lighting up with it. It appears to be mostly contained to Saint Thomas, but Bill, it won’t be long. This story is interesting because you are a man, do you see?”

I did and nodded, not remembering Betty couldn’t see me.

“You are very well known, through a pseudonym. There’s a whole community that talks about you being a woman and how you just have to be to write such perfect erotic stories. They want to know how you could write the male mind so well. That you’re a man is going to blow this story worldwide, do you understand? You are a man, who writes erotic stories that appeals to women.”

“Yeah, I understand.” I knew about the search for who I really was. My publishing house was inundated daily with requests and probes. Only a handful of people knew who I really was: my agent April, and four people at the publishing house. April was always trying to seduce me. It annoyed me because she wasn’t my type. At all. “How bad is it so far?”

“Hard to say, really. I’ve contacted my lawyers. They say there is nothing they can do. Pseudonyms aren’t protected by any laws, here in the US or in Canada. Or worldwide for that matter. The storm is coming, Bill. I suggest you run and hide.”

“Run and hide? Where would I go?”

“I can think of lots of places. Are you ready for media trucks parked outside your house? It’s only a matter of time.”

“You can’t be serious?”

“Oh I am. Trust me. This is newsworthy. You’ve been outed. The media is gonna gobble this up and spit you out.”

“Fuck.”

“Exactly. Now. You have a couple of options. One, run and hide. Two, own it. Three, do nothing and hope for the best.”

“One is out. Three sounds like it’s bound to fail. What’s two?”

“Step out and own this. They are coming for you. Own it and brag about it. Go on talk shows. Embrace the attention. Honestly, now that I think about it, this is probably your best option.”

I thought of Nancy then and groaned.

“What is it?”

“Nancy. She’s not going to survive this.”

“Why not?”

“She knows nothing about my other writing. She thinks I make all this money through my fantasy novels.”

Betty snorted. “She’s an idiot. Unless you’re George Martin or JK Rowling, it ain’t going to sell.”

“Yeah, how’d you know that?”

“Bill, sweetheart, I research everyone who enters my life. When Jennifer told me about you I looked into you. I admit it made little sense to me until you told me your pseudonym. Your fantasy novels don’t sell well. Your erotic novels are all the rage. Hmm, I just realised your fantasy novels will sell like hotcakes now. I wonder if I can invest in that…”

“Betty! Betty! Focus. Okay, so I own this. I step out. I’m going to need help with that. I have no idea what I’m doing here.”

“Thought you might say that. I have good news and bad news.”

“Good news first.”

“I know just the person to help you.”

“Great! What’s the bad news?”

“It’s Jennifer.”

I froze on the phone. Jennifer? How was that possible? “Jennifer? H-how?”

“My dear man, she’s been manipulating and marketing for years. She’s a pro. You don’t get to be world-renowned by being bad at it. You need a marketing agent. Someone to get you through this. Guide you. Bring in the right people to help you. You can turn this into an explosive marketing campaign. You can make a fortune off this, if done correctly. Now, I can find others equal to the task, but Jennifer loves you, Bill. She’ll do this right.”

“Um, okay.”

“On another note, do you own the rights to your fantasy novels?”

“No, the publishing house does.”

“If you want, I can secure them for you.”

“Why?”

“Because they are going to sell, Bill. I’ll have my lawyer contact you in the hour. It’s Monday, we can get the rights by close of business. Your publishing house is in New York, correct?”

“Yes.”

“Good, I have lawyers there, expect a call on this phone. Answer it. You’ll give verbal authority. Now that I think about it, we need rights to your name as well. So much to do. I’ll be in touch. Ungh…”

“What was that?”

“Elsa, Jesus. She just drove a dildo into my pussy. Elsa, I’m on the phone! Stop it! No, stop moving it! I didn’t say take it out! Bill, you still there?”

“Um, yes.”

“Good. Listen do you trust me?”

“I think so.”

“Better question, do you trust I love Jennifer?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Okay, I would never hurt her. Hurting you would hurt her, and I would destroy that trust she has in me. Do you follow me?”

“Yes.”

“So trust me. Give me and my lawyers the power we need to steer you through this.”

I relaxed. I could see the sense. “Okay, done. Thank you, Betty. I don’t know what I would do right now without you.”

“You’re welcome. I’m fond of you, Bill. I love who you are with Jennifer. She was so lonely, Bill.”

“Just yesterday you were telling her to run from me.”

“Yes, to save herself. But now you need her. Maybe this will focus her better. I don’t know. It’s probably a bad idea, but I’ve trusted my instincts for too long. This feels right.”

The image of Nancy floated before me. “Dammit, I need to talk to Nancy. She needs to know.”

“Yes, she does, before this all hits the front page.”

“Okay, thanks Betty.”

“Good luck.” She hung up.

I sat on the bench and thought hard. I used the little browser on the phone to research things but found nothing that helped. I was going to have to throw myself to Betty and her lawyers.

My phone rang and I answered. It was one of Betty’s lawyers. She asked me several questions about my novels, the publishing house, agents and rights. She said she had everything and hung up.

My phone buzzed. I looked at it. Jennifer had texted me.

[Bill, are you home?]

[No, I’m at the park up the street.]

I waited for a reply, but nothing appeared. I looked up when I heard running and saw Jennifer running toward me. She landed on the bench and kissed me. I looked past her toward my house but knew Nancy couldn’t see anything. I kissed her back.

“Oh Bill, I just got off the phone with Betty. It’s a great plan. Are you sure you want to hire me?”

I looked into her gorgeous green eyes and nodded. “Yeah, I’m sure. Who better?”

Her face split in a gorgeous smile and she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. “I’m so happy!” she gushed. “This is going to be hard, but stay with me, hon. We’ll get through this.”

“What can I expect?”

“Oh, baby. You wrote pretty dirty stuff. People are going to expose that. Try to drag you down. We have to step out in front. Take the higher ground. We need to figure out the attacks and be ready.”

“Why would they attack me?”

“Some people hate success. They attack it and try to tear it down. It makes them feel special. Superior. Some others hate smut. They hate people like me, whores, prostitutes, anything sexual. The religious nuts will be waving placards and saying you’re the devil. It’s gonna be nuts.”

I hung my head.

Jennifer reached over and lifted my head with a finger to my chin. She kissed me. “But I will shelter you from all that. You’ll hold your head up high and own this. Be you, the man I love. People will see you for who you are, in time. This will start rocky, but we’ll find calm water on the other side. Trust me, baby.”

“I do trust you.”

“Good. Betty’s lawyers are already at work. We will have to meet with a proxy lawyer in town and sign stuff. Probably tomorrow morning. Can you drive?”

“Yes, can’t you?”

“I don’t drive. Never learned. Never had to. We need to do this together. We’re gonna spend a lot of time together, Bill.”

I smiled at her. “That’s the only positive thing about this.”

Jennifer grinned and kissed me. She grew serious. “You need to tell Nancy.”

“Yeah, I know. I’ve been sitting here wondering how to.”

“Just walk in and tell her the truth.”

“What, that I was outed in a night club in Saint Thomas when I was supposed to be in Washington?”

“Oh, shit, right.”

“Yeah, right.”

Jennifer looked at me in sympathy. “Leave that out for now. Just tell her about the books.”

I nodded. Jennifer gave me a quick kiss and walked back to her house. I had one more smoke and then walked home. This was not going to be pleasant.

* * *

I could give you all the details, but it would bore you. The condensed version is I walked in the house. Poured some wine for Nancy and me, sat her down and told her where the real money was coming from. She didn’t believe me. I showed her the novels online. Then I showed her my manuscripts. And the royalties.

She ran from me crying. I didn’t know why she ran, but I assumed it was just the shock. It turned out to be worse than that. She packed her bags and left me and went to live with her mother. Oddly, I barely noticed she wasn’t in the house anymore. The house felt the same.

She wouldn’t even talk to me about it. I tried calling her, but her mother, a screaming religious idiot, screamed at me and hung up. I was a little confused. Nancy hated how religious her mother was. As it turned out, she was just as crazy.

The story of who I was broke one week after I landed in Saint Thomas and outed myself to a skinny girl in a bar. It didn’t take long. Media parked in front of my house and watched every window. A clip of the skinny girl played non-stop on the tv and internet. She bragged about how she blew the author of my erotic series in the bathroom. She was hitting the talk shows. She signed up to do porn for Pornhub. She was getting her twenty-seconds of fame.

Everywhere on the media were experts debating the story. Some refused to believe a man had written the novels. Some women’s groups were angry I was a man. Some others were calling me gay and worse. It was all sensational and none of it true. I was seeing the fake news for the first time and it was scary.

Jennifer, working quickly in the background, and had already started pulling miracles out of her hat. She had talk shows lined up for the next three months. I would hit all the big shows, all primetime. She then became the face of who I was. She gave a press release and I was impressed watching her. She deflected questions and managed to push through the narration she wanted the public to hear. She painted me as a gentleman, whose wife had left him, I was distraught and trying to deal with a fame I never wanted. She was right about everything except about being distraught about Nancy.

I tore down fence boards in my backyard leading to Jennifer’s house. Every night I snuck next door and made love to her. We watched out the front window, hidden from eyes, as the media watched my empty house.

Betty’s lawyers had secured my rights to all my novels. Betty had paid a pretty penny for them. When the story broke the publishing company sent me all sorts of legal letters claiming foul. Betty’s lawyers got them to shut up and back away. My book sales skyrocketed. Jennifer said it was too early to predict what my income was going to be, but she smiled at me.

Betty talked to us every day on the phone. Her husband, Roger, joined in. He had massive experience in all this and helped Jennifer navigate some tricky stuff.

A week had gone by and I was leaving a local news station by the back door with Jennifer. It had been Roger’s idea to use local news sources to start getting my story out. They would be kinder to me and allow me to get my side of the story in. They would sell the rights to their footage and everyone would win.

I jumped into the driver’s seat and Jennifer got in beside me. I started the car and she placed a hand on my thigh.

“Tonight we’re going someplace special, love.”

I looked at her and smiled. She was such a vision to me. We spent all of our time together. I had never been happier. Without her, I would have drowned in all this. She was my rock. “Where’s that?”

She named the most expensive hotel in town. I raised an eyebrow at her. “Just drive. Park underground when we get there. I packed a bag for you.”

I knew better than to argue with my better half and drove off. Soon I was parking and we got out of the car. A member of the hotel staff was waiting for us. She was a stunning little woman. She was probably only twenty. She looked like she weighed only a hundred and ten pounds. She had a gorgeous bubble-butt and tits that spread out past her ribcage. She had long blond hair and a smile that split her face. She led us to a private elevator, and I admired her ass before we got in. I looked at Jennifer for answers, but she just smiled at me.

The hotel staff coughed a little and drew my attention. “Sir, you’re him, aren’t you? The author?”

I grimaced internally and nodded.

“Gosh! That’s amazing! Can I get your autograph? I’ve read everything you wrote!”

To my surprise, Jennifer pulled a copy of my first erotic novel from her large handbag. She handed it to me with a pen. I looked at the girl. “Your name?”

“Oh, make it out to Alyssa. Double ess. Oh, and to my mom, Beatrice. She loves your writing, too.”

I wrote out a quick note, signed it, and handed the book to her. Jennifer took the pen back.

Alyssa looked at Jennifer for a moment. “Is he?” She looked at me. “Are you? Are you as good in real life as in the books?”

Jennifer slipped in front of me and kissed me deeply. Her hand rubbed the front of my pants. I heard Alyssa make a soft noise. Jennifer broke the kiss and looked at the poor woman. “Dear, he’s so much better.”

The woman looked wide-eyed at us and then down to my tented pants. She licked her lips.

“Kiss her, Bill. She wants it.”

I nodded, knowing Jennifer’s instincts were always on the mark. I stepped toward her, bent my head, and kissed the woman on the lips. My tongue darted forward and teased her lips. She kissed back eagerly. I stepped forward and took her into my arms and kissed her soundly. She felt wonderful in my arms. Jennifer tapped my shoulder and I broke the kiss and stepped back.

The elevator dinged and the doors split open. Alyssa still had her eyes closed and lips parted. The ding broke her reverie and she looked about. She touched her lips. “That was, so, wow! Oh my god, my mom is gonna die when she hears you kissed me!” She looked at Jennifer. “Are you two a couple?”

Jennifer purred. “Yes, we are. Life mates.”

“Oh, wow. You’re so lucky! Imagine being with Sean Connery all the time! I’m so wet! Oh my god, I shouldn’t have said that, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologise, I’m wet around him all the time.”

I stared at Jennifer in surprise. I almost always had an erection of some kind around her. Wait, did she say Sean Connery?

Alyssa ushered us out of the elevator and straight down a small corridor to a single hotel door. I admired the sway of her hips. It was natural and erotic. She produced a key card and touched the lock. The door clicked and she pushed it open and handed us the key card. “Welcome to the Penthouse!”

I stepped inside and saw a massive suite with exquisite furniture. Alyssa showed us around. We found a massive bed, larger than a king size, with an on-suite bathroom that was all marble and gleaming chrome. There was a private patio outside with a large hot tub. It was gorgeous.

“What’s going on, Jennifer?”

“Betty and Roger are joining us. They paid for the room for a week. We’re all going to hide here for a little while. It’s all strategic. They arrive tomorrow.”

I looked at Alyssa.

Jennifer caught the look. “Alyssa can be trusted. She used to this. We’re not the first celebrities she’s handled, are you dear?”

Alyssa blushed and shook her head. “No, miss. I’m very discrete.”

“And very well tipped,” purred Jennifer, gazing down her body.

“Yes, miss.” Alyssa was looking at Jennifer in a way I was becoming familiar with. She licked her lips and looked at me for a moment. “Is there anything else?” she asked and then added “Anything at all?”

Jennifer was aroused. I could see it in her expression, and with the blush of red high on her cheek bones and in the hollow of her neck. “There is one thing…”

“Yes?”

“I would like to watch you suck Bill’s cock. Can you do that for me?”

Alyssa’s face split into the grin of the Cheshire cat. She looked at me and nodded. “Oh, yes. I could do that.”

Alyssa walked up to me and then dropped to her knees in front of me. She attacked my belt and pants and then yanked them down. She lifted my shirt and stared at the erection hidden behind my underwear. She licked her lips and then licked my bulge. I stared in disbelief.

Jennifer started taking off her clothes. I watched in fascination and then looked down when Alyssa pulled my underwear free. My cock sprang forward and Alyssa sucked it into her mouth. I grunted with pleasure.

“Oh, wow. So beautiful!” She sniffed my cock and then ran the head hard over her upper lips and under her nose. “It smells so wonderful! Oh Jennifer, you didn’t lie. This is amazing!”

Jennifer frowned and then Alyssa jerked a little.

“Oh shit. I’ve given it away.”

I looked from Alyssa to Jennifer. “What is going on?”

Jennifer sighed. “Alyssa here is a very good friend of mine. I owed her a favour. This is me returning it. She loves your work. Loves your look. She wanted to fuck you. So I set this up.”

Alyssa resumed sucking my cock and I hissed with the pleasure. “Jesus.”

“She’s a really good cock-sucker. Enjoy, baby.”

Alyssa buried my cock in her mouth. Her face pressed up against my stomach. I was all the way inside her mouth. I looked down in awe. She was amazing. She pulled back, slurping up her spit as she went. She drove it back in and then went into a steady pace. My cock was overwhelmed with sensations. Her mouth felt like a warm wet pussy. I had never felt my cock sucked like this.

“Oh my god, that’s so… ungh… so fucking good. Like a pussy. Oh, shit, I’m not gonna last…”

Alyssa kept at it.

“I’m gonna cum!”

Alyssa kept sucking and my cock exploded. As soon as the first jet of come erupted she buried my cock deep in her throat. I could feel her throat move as she swallowed my cum.

“Jesus, Jennifer. That’s… fuck… god…” I looked at Jennifer and she was naked on the couch, fingering herself.

“She’s the best,” said Jennifer.

Alyssa popped my cock out of her mouth. “If you thought my mouth felt great, imagine what my pussy feels like.”

I groaned. Alyssa licked the last drop of cum from the head of my cock.

She rose and dropped in front of Jennifer and dove into her pussy, licking with a hunger. Jennifer bucked her hips and moaned.

“She seems good at that, too.” I said.

Jennifer moaned. “She is. She prefers pussy. Look how hungry she is, my beautiful little whore.”

Alyssa growled and attacked Jennifer’s pussy. I moved closer watching the action. Alyssa knew just how to get Jennifer off. She probed her vulva and licked up to her clit, spreading her labia with a broad tongue and narrowing her tongue to a sharp probe and circled around the swollen clit. She repeated her motions and would circle Jennifer’s slightly open asshole. I heard her sucking hard on her clit and saw Jennifer tense up and groan. It was beautiful to watch, and it was intensely hot.

I moved behind Alyssa and started undressing her. She helped when I needed it. When I undid the clasp of her bra I felt her mounds pull the bra forward. I slipped the bra straps off her shoulders and then reached around and held her breasts for the first time. They were a solid D cup, large on her frame. Her nipples felt massive in my palms, and they were hard.

I knelt behind her and enjoyed the view of her ass pointing back at me. I gently took the waistband of her Calvin Klein panties and started slipping them down over her ass. I slowly revealed her asshole and licked my lips. She was bleached, she had to be. Her skin was perfectly pink and unmarred. I could see the crinkles of her perfect asshole. I had never seen one so beautiful. I lowered her panties further and loved the look of her small taint before the start of her pussy. I pulled down further and revealed the most perfect pussy lips. Her outer labia were dark and swollen with her excitement. Her inner labia were almost non-existent. Her vagina was parted, and clear fluid leaked down over her lips.

I couldn’t help myself and took a long, deep lick. Alyssa shuddered and moaned into Jennifer’s pussy. I lowered her panties further and saw her protruding clit. She was excited and it gleamed at me. Her excitement had naturally pulled the hood back and I licked her clit softly. I was rewarded with Alyssa moaning and pushing back on my face. My nose buried itself in her pussy and I smelled her sweet excitement.

Her pussy was a work of art. She exuded sexuality. My cock strained and demanded penetration. I kept my mouth on her clit and circled around it. I lowered her panties all the way and helped her get them off her legs. I sat back and enjoyed the view. Alyssa was eating Jennifer out with hunger. Jennifer was making all sorts of noises and her excitement had me panting.

Jennifer looked up at me. “Fuck her, Bill. No condom. She’s clean.”

I smiled at Jennifer and saw pleasure ripple across her face before she dropped her head back. I knelt down and kept eating Alyssa. I had never eaten such a gorgeous pussy before. I couldn’t get enough. Her sweetness was delicious. I could see my effect on her. Juices leaked out of her pussy and ran down to be caught by my hungry mouth.

I raised my hand and wet a finger in her juices. I touched her opening gently and watched her asshole pulse. I pushed gently and circled her opening. Alyssa made pleasurable noises and I smiled. I slipped my finger inside her and felt her pussy clamp on it. She was so tight. I slid my finger out and pushed it slowly back inside up to the third knuckle. I could feel her heat around my finger. She was so wet.

I slowly finger-fucked her pussy with my entire finger. Her pussy contracted around it. Her asshole puckered and pulsed. I leaned in and tongued her ass. Alyssa cried out.

“What?” moaned Jennifer.

“He’s licking my ass,” replied Alyssa with a growl. “So good. Eat my ass, Bill. Harder.”

I obeyed and rammed my tongue deep inside. Her sphincter clamped tight on my tongue. I kept finger-fucking her and then added a second finger. It was hard to push both fingers inside, but I managed with patience. Soon my two fingers were slowly moving in and out of her, soaked in her juices. I kept licking her asshole and she was panting against Jennifer’s pussy.

The moans and groans from the two ladies were music to my ears. My cock couldn’t get harder. Her ass tasted divine. Her pussy so very tight. I was lost in the passion.

I curled my fingers in her pussy around her pelvic bone and found her g-spot. I kept my fingers light and stroked it. I took my other hand and reached up and pinched her clit lightly on either side and then stroked it. Alyssa was crying out and had stopped eating out Jennifer.

I stroked her clit and g-spot and tongued her ass, keeping everything light except my hard tongue in her ass. Alyssa was crying out over and over. Her voice was loud, and she sounded lost in her pleasure. Her legs started to shake. Really shake. I didn’t let up. Alyssa’s cries grew fevered and I knew she was close.

I increased the pressure on the sides of her clit and g-spot. She screamed out and clear sweet liquid ejected from her pussy hitting my chin and drenching my chest. She squirted three times and thrashed. I could only keep my fingers in her pussy and removed it from her g-spot and finger-fucked her hard. She came over and over, her pussy impossibly tight around my fingers, liquid ran out of her and dripped on the carpet. She had her head pressed sideways to Jennifer’s pussy, her eyes squeezed shut.

Jennifer was up on her elbows looking down at me. She was grinning and I smiled back. She mouthed I love you, to me.

“I love you too, Jennifer.”

I stilled my fingers and slowly removed them. Alyssa didn’t move other than a shudder that kept running through her small frame. It made her tits jiggle in a way I found alluring. She was pure sex. Gorgeous and off the scale. Her body was perfect. She was so fit her ass spread open between two perfect ass cheeks. The muscles on her back glistening with a sheen of sweat. She was beautiful.

“You’re beautiful, Alyssa.”

She mumbled something but didn’t move. I sighed contentedly and picked her up. She weighed almost nothing. I lifted her gently and then carried her over to the bedroom. I laid her down on top of the bed and then lay beside her. Alyssa draped a leg over me and an arm and snuggled her head into my shoulder. Jennifer lay beside me on the other side and copied her. I held both women and looked down at them.

Red hair and blond hair. Two beautiful women. In my arms. I could feel their breasts pressed against me. I loved this life.

“Thank you, Jennifer.”

“You’re welcome, baby. She’s good, isn’t she?”

“Yeah. Amazing.”

“I’ve never seen her come like that.”

Alyssa murmured something.

“What did she say?”

“I have no idea.”

Alyssa lifted her head a smidgen. “I said, I never have. That was fucking amazing.”

I grinned.

Jennifer looked up at me. “Look at you, all smiles. Pretty smug bastard, aren’t you?”

“Yup.”

Jennifer laughed and then strained upwards with her mouth. I met her halfway and kissed her. Jennifer shifted higher to kiss me better.

“You should climb on my face, baby,” I suggested to her.

Jennifer didn’t waste time. She straddled my head and I looked up at her pussy, lips spread, and glistening. She lowered it slowly until her pussy covered my mouth. I started licking right away, savouring her taste. Alyssa was sweet but Jennifer was mine. Her taste, her juices, her pussy, were mine. She tasted all the better for it. She ground her pussy against my mouth and then I couldn’t breathe.

I wasn’t worried. This was one of Jennifer’s things. She liked face-sitting me. Taking control and seeking her own pleasure from me. I tongued her pussy, digging deep. She lifted off and I sucked in air until she lowered herself back on my face. She wasn’t gentle. She mashed my lips and my nose ground against her clit.

She was getting wetter and I swallowed. I was lost in her. Savouring her pussy. She rose higher placing her asshole on my mouth. I obliged her and drove my tongue into her asshole. She started frigging her clit with a hand and kept her asshole on my mouth. I was free to breath and I sucked in air.

I felt Alyssa shift on the bed and then she placed her feet on either side of my waist. Her hand fumbled with my cock and then I felt it pressed against her pussy. She hesitated a moment and ran my head through her folds for a moment. I groaned at the sharp pleasure that shot up my cock and through my spine.

Alyssa took her time but slowly my cock penetrated her tight pussy. It felt like a small hand grabbing tightly to my cock. When she first lifted off me I knew my cock was pulling her vagina out. I wanted to watch but I only had eyes for Jennifer’s pussy and her fingers circling her swollen clit.

Alyssa sank down all the way on my cock and I felt my tip pressing against the back of her vagina. She sucked in a breath and then rose. Her pussy was clamped to my cock. I had never felt such heat and pressure in a pussy. She felt glorious. I licked Jennifer’s asshole with my rising passion. Jennifer responded by frigging her clit harder and faster. Her hand was a blur. Every now and then her nails would strike my nose. I didn’t care. My world reduced to her asshole and the wonderful pussy around my cock.

Alyssa built up speed. My cock was sliding easier in and out of her. I heard her moan, deep and guttural. I loved the sound.

Alyssa shifted and then rose off my cock. I felt her feet move and then she was putting my cock back in her pussy. She was facing away from me now. She reached down and gently touched my balls. It sent electricity through me.

“So smooth,” she said. “I love them.”

Jennifer grunted in agreement. Then she came. I got to watch it all right above me. Her vagina twitched and liquid oozed out of the opening. She kept frigging herself and I pulled my tongue out of her ass. Alyssa kept riding me and rubbing my balls.

Jennifer carefully got off my face and then crawled down the bed. I felt her settle between my legs. Seconds later a tongue washed up my balls and I cried out in pleasure. Her tongue left my balls and ran up my shaft where it was exposed from Alyssa’s pussy. A second later Alyssa moaned. I knew Jennifer was licking her clit.

“Oh my god,” gasped Alyssa. “This is my favourite thing. Don’t stop. Jesus.”

Jennifer returned to my balls and sucked one gentle into her mouth. It felt so good. She then licked upwards and swirled my shaft and then she went up to Alyssa’s clit. I felt her shudder on me.

Jennifer pushed my legs apart and I obliged her. Her mouth went back to my balls I groaned. I reached up and grasped Alyssa’s large breasts and pinched her hard nipples. She cried out and pressed her hands against mine.

Jennifer lowered her mouth and I felt her tongue brush my asshole. “Jesus, fuck! Jennifer! Jesus!” I cried out.

“Oh fuck yeah,” cried Alyssa. “So fucking hot.”

Jennifer didn’t stop pleasuring both of us. She licked both of our groins with a hunger. I was getting close to coming. “I’m close!’ I managed to grunt.

“Come inside her, Bill,” ordered Jennifer.

“Oh god, yes,” moaned Alyssa. “Come inside me!”

Three more strokes and a tongue on my asshole had me shooting cum deep inside Alyssa. She felt me cum and came herself, thrashing above me. Jennifer moved to my balls and sucked them both into her mouth. I shot rope after rope into Alyssa. Her pussy was a tight, wet and warm, pleasure box. I was lost in the pleasure.

I was barely aware of Alyssa climbing off me and lying beside me. I blinked and looked over at her. She had her head back and was moaning. I looked down and saw Jennifer eating her out. Alyssa looked over at me.

“She’s sucking your cum out of my pussy. So hot, so good. Jennifer is the best. Jesus.”

I had to watch and swung around to see better. Alyssa pushed my hips away from her and I rolled onto my side. She leaned over and sucked my cock into her mouth. I looked back and saw the pleasure on her face.

Jennifer was sucking hard on Alyssa’s vagina and thumbing her clit. I watched her tongue the opening and come back with my white cum in her mouth. She smiled at me and swallowed the prize. I grinned at her and then lost focus when Alyssa deep throated my cock.

Jennifer could no longer find any more of my cum and she made a disappointed sound. “All gone,” she declared. She looked over at Alyssa. “Anything left from the source?”

Alyssa shook her head around my cock.

“Keep working it. I need more.” Jennifer looked at me. “She’s a treat, isn’t she?”

“Yes, Jesus.”

“Sometimes I wish I had a cock so I could enjoy her.”

I nodded. “You’d love it.”

“You gonna cum anytime soon?”

“Nope.”

“But you’re enjoying that, aren’t you?”

“You know it.”

Jennifer laughed and rose. “Let me order room service. Any preferences?”

“Steak,” I replied at once.

Alyssa popped my cock out of her mouth. “Steak, medium rare.” She popped me back in.

“Yeah, medium rare,” I added. “And mushrooms. Potatoes slavered in butter.”

Jennifer grinned. “Three steaks it is. With Caesar Salad.”

Jennifer sent to the side of the bed and picked up the phone. She pushed some buttons and was talking to room service. Alyssa shifted slightly and then tongued my balls. I moaned and reached out and grabbed her hips. I manhandled her over to me and buried my face between her legs. We lay side-by-side and licked and probed.

I pulled Alyssa on top of me while rolling onto my back and ate her delicious pussy. I heard Jennifer hang up and putter about the bedroom. I felt her weight when she got back on the bed. Her knees planted beside my head and I looked up and saw she was wearing the strap-on she had used on me. I could see the part that was inside her. With every little move it penetrated and fucked her. I watched as she lubed up the phallus and then applied lube to Alyssa’s ass. She gently pushed lube into her asshole and Alyssa moaned around my cock.

I had a front row seat. Jennifer worked on Alyssa’s ass with patience and slowly opened her up. I watched her gently force three fingers into her ass a mere inch from where I was happily lapping at her clit. Soon she was ready, and Jennifer lined up the strap-on and gently pushed it past the sphincter. Alyssa stopped sucking my cock and focused on the penetration.

Jennifer pulled back and pushed forward a little more, each time going deeper. I watched Alyssa’s asshole stretch wide to accommodate the intrusion. Lube made everything gleam. Jennifer picked up the pace and started driving her strap-on in and out. I could see the part inside Jennifer glistening with her own juices. They were fucking each other.

I sucked hard on Alyssa’s clit and she gave up sucking my cock. It was too much for her. Jennifer drove in harder and harder and I sucked Alyssa’s clit harder. Alyssa was crying out with each penetration, getting louder and louder.

Jennifer kept up the pace for at least twenty-minutes. My neck hurt but I didn’t care. We were going to get Alyssa off again. Her cries were our reward and we tried to get her louder and louder. Her legs started to shake, and I grinned around her pussy. A constant stream of juices ran from her pussy into my waiting mouth.

In a moment, she came. Her scream sounded like she had been killed. Jennifer came around her end of the strap-on. The sound of my two women screaming their pleasure was like a drug to me.

Jennifer pulled out and collapsed back on her heels and sat with her head hanging. She was covered in sweat from the effort. Alyssa simple lay down on me with no pretence of dignity. Her gaping asshole and pussy were a mere inch from my face. Her head lay across my cock. I could feel her massive tits pressed up against my belly. I reached up and hugged her ass cheeks and kissed her pussy.

She murmured something in audible and didn’t move. I watch more juice escape her pussy and I licked it away. She murmured something again. More juice leaked out and I lapped it away. It was like a candy store.

Jennifer smacked my head. “She said stop, she’s too sensitive.”

“Oh,” I watched more juice leak out and stopped myself from licking it. Then I thought fuck it and lapped it up.

Alyssa made an unhappy sound.

“It’s so good,” I complained. “I can’t stop.”

Jennifer growled and pulled Alyssa off me. She didn’t fight it and lay there on the bed. Jennifer was kneeling on the bed, covered in sweat with her ‘cock’ protruding from her. She smiled at me. “She needs a break. Go get a robe to wear. Our food should be here soon.”

I nodded and got off the bed, feeling a little weak and unsteady on my legs. I went into the bathroom and found a wonderful white robe. I slipped it on and found Jennifer holding Alyssa in her lap and stroking her hair. I stopped and stared, concerned.

Jennifer smiled at me. “She’s spent. She’s so little.” Jennifer bent down and kissed Alyssa’s lips. “There’s money in my bag. Tip a hundred.”

I nodded and left the bedroom closing the double doors behind me. No sooner had I left the bedroom then I heard a knock at the penthouse door. I strode over and open the door. Two hotel staff were standing there behind a wheeled cart. I stepped aside and ask then to enter.

They headed straight to dining table. In quick order they laid down a dining cloth, placemats, silverware, and glasses. They started to bring out the food in gleaming silver domed dishes. I went into Jennifer’s overly large handbag and found her purse wallet. I opened it and stared at the amount of money inside. I pulled out two crisp hundred-dollar bills.

The staff finished setting everything out and placed a carafe of coffee with cups, saucers, cream and sugar on a side table. They turned to me.

“Is there anything else, sir?”

I looked at the platters. “Which is which?”

“They are all medium rare, sir.”

“Oh, okay. No, that’s all, thanks. Here.” I handed them each a hundred-dollar bill. They looked at the notes and thanked me. They gathered up their things and wheeled the cart out into the hall and left.

I went back into the bedroom. Jennifer was letting Alyssa suckle her and was stroking her breasts in return. My cock lurched back to life. “Jesus, that’s hot.” I said.

Jennifer smiled at me. Her face looked so content. “She my girl. Hmm. Drop the robe.”

I shucked it off and stood there with my cock standing straight out.

Jennifer soaked me up with her eyes. “So handsome, my gorgeous man.”

I smiled at her. “Dinner is served, madam.”

“Oh, goody. I’m starving. Come little one, time to rise and eat something.”

Alyssa moaned but let go of Jennifer’s tit. I could see her nipple was swollen and red. Alyssa crawled off Jennifer and saw me standing there with my cock proudly displayed. “Is that for me?” she asked pointing at my cock.

Jennifer answered. “Yes, but after dinner.”

“Damn,” muttered Alyssa.

The girls got off the bed and joined me. We remained naked and I loved watching Jennifer’s heavy breasts sway. Alyssa’s stayed firm and I marvelled at them. They each took a seat and I joined them in the middle of the two of them.

We smiled at each other and lifted the silver domes. Steam wafted up and cleared to reveal we each had a beautifully cooked rib-eye steak. A large, cut open, potato sat on each plate covered with butter, sour cream, bacon bits and green onions. I opened the two dishes in the middle of the table and revealed asparagus and a large bowl of sautéed mushrooms.

“Oh my god,” said Jennifer.

We dug in. The steak was perfect and didn’t need a knife. I finished my entire meal, scooping mounds of mushrooms on top. The girls ate half their steak and then tried to feed me what remained. I laughed and pushed them away. “No more! I’m stuffed!”

The Caesar salad lay untouched. It was too much food. I rose and made coffee for the ladies. Jennifer directed me to the bar, and I found a bottle of Baileys and added a large amount to each coffee. Jennifer suggested we move to the living room.

Once we settled together on the couch Jennifer rose and brought out cigarettes and a small container of pot and a ceramic pipe. We were soon smoking and enjoying our coffee. Jennifer explained we could smoke here. It came with the bill.

It didn’t take long to get high. Alyssa kept trying to stir my cock to life with her hand. Jennifer laughed and I suggested we head to the shower. Jennifer eyed the hot tub and suggested it might be better.

She went outside to get it started and Alyssa helped me find wine glasses. The suite boasted an impressive wine selection and we selected a bold Pino Noire. We brought out the wine and then clambered into the hot tub. We toasted each other, laughed, drank and kissed.

It was hard to believe that all my troubles had led me here to this suite and with these two wonderful women. One was the love of my life and the other such a pleasure. The girls sidled up next to me and I soon found two pair of hands groping my cock and balls and rubbing my chest.

Which led to hot tub sex. Which I liked. I fucked both ladies, swapping back and forth between them. When I was ready to cum they pulled off me leaving me high and dry. I complained but they said they wanted to watch me cum and not in the hot tub.

They had already cum, and I pointed this out to them. They didn’t seem to care, and I pouted and watched the girls make out. We drank more wine and smoked more pot. We were high and drunk and happy. It was a wonderful evening.

We came back inside, dried off and went to the bedroom.

“I want you to make love to me, Bill,” said Jennifer quietly to me.

I knew what she meant. I took her hand and led her into the bedroom. Alyssa came with us and lay down near us. Jennifer lay on the bed on her back and spread her legs. I climbed up between them and looked into her eyes.

“I love you, Jennifer.”

“I love you, Bill.”

I thrust into her and we made slow, passionate love. I was lost in her eyes, the feel of her hands on my back, and the hot wetness of her pussy. I thrust gently, feeling my love for her. When I came, she did too. We held each other and basked in our closeness. We whispered our love to each other.

“That was beautiful,” said Alyssa a little while later. “I need that. What you two have.”

Jennifer stirred and looked at Alyssa. “You will, hon. I stopped looking and it found me.”

“You’re lucky, Jennifer.”

Jennifer kissed me. “Yes, I am.”

I stirred and pulled my cock out of Jennifer. She moaned and tried to keep me inside. “Bed. We need to sleep.” She let me go and I rolled over. Alyssa was on my cock like a magnet and slurped my shrinking cock into her mouth. Jennifer chuckled.

“Let her have it. She loves that.”

I watched her clean me up. Once I was clean she moved over to Jennifer and started to clean her up with wet sucking and slurping sounds. Jesus, I thought.

We were soon in bed, with me sandwiched between the two beauties. Jennifer rolled over and did something at the nightstand and the lights in the suite all went out. She rolled back on to me and nestled in close.

“Night, love.” I whispered.

“Night, love,” replied Jennifer.

I kissed the top of Alyssa’s head. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”

She smiled up at me. “Good night, Bill.”

* * *

In the morning I spent time enjoying Alyssa’s gorgeous breasts. She let me play with them and Jennifer rolled her eyes at me but watched.

At Alyssa’s insistence I was straddling her chest and thrusting my cock between her tits. They really were remarkable. They were so firm and soft and responsive. I sucked and licked her nipples and she squealed. They were very ticklish. She preferred I suck them hard and bite them a little.

When it was time to cum, she insisted I cum on her face. I never got the attraction, but she demanded it. When I came, Jennifer stroked me and aimed my cock. I splattered my cum over her face and she loved it.

Jennifer helped her find all my cum and it was soon gone as only the girls could. The girls made out and I called down to room service for breakfast. I salvaged the leftover steak and the salad and put them in the fridge. It would make a great lunch.

Room service arrived, with just one staff. He wheeled in the breakfast and cleaned up the remains of supper and put out the breakfast. I pulled another hundred dollars bill out of Jennifer’s purse and handed it to the man. By his expression, I had tipped too much. As he was leaving we heard the women moaning in pleasure. He looked back and I winked at him.

He looked startled but quickly left with the cart.

I went into the bedroom and found the girls in a sixty-nine, happily eating their pussies. I was tempted to slip my cock past their lips but resisted. I needed to save my cum. I broke them apart with tickles.

“Come on, get some breakfast before it gets cold.”

The girls followed me out, wrapped in bathrobes. We sat at the table and served each other bacon, eggs, potatoes, and toast with jam. There was fresh-squeezed orange juice and coffee. We dug in and ate almost everything.

I sat back and drank my coffee. “Jennifer I think I might have tipped the breakfast guy too much.”

Jennifer looked at me. “How much?”

“A hundred.”

Jennifer gaped at me. “A hundred!? For delivering breakfast?”

“Too much, I take it? I gave the supper guys a hundred each.”

“What? Oh my god, how many were there?”

“Only two.”

“You gave them two hundred dollars?”

“Um, yes.”

“I told you one hundred.”

“Each?”

“No, not each!” Jennifer rose and checked her purse. “Jesus, Bill. Have you never tipped before?”

“Not in a place like this.”

Jennifer wheeled on me. “A place like this? This is a hotel. You tip as you would in any hotel.”

“You told me one hundred last night! That was way more than a usual tip!”

“The meal was six hundred dollars, Bill!”

“Wait, what? Six hundred dollars for that?”

“It was wagyu beef, from Australia!”

“Why’d you get wagyu? I didn’t know it was and it tasted like normal cow to me!”

“You are so dense! Jesus, Bill! Why do you have to be so stupid?”

I stared at her. Why was she yelling at me for making a simple mistake? No one pays that much for steak. It was really, really tender, but I had tasted its equal in flavour. She just called me stupid. I glared at Jennifer and then stormed past her into the bedroom.

I went into the bathroom, washed up, dressed and stormed back outside to the main suite. I grabbed my phone, wallet and smokes and headed for the door. Jennifer called out to me.

“Bill, where are you going? Bill! Wait!”

I left and slammed the door behind me. I pressed the lift button and the doors opened. I went inside and hit lobby. As the doors closed I saw Jennifer run out of the penthouse.

I was pissed.

The doors opened at the back of the lobby in a corner. Strange, I thought. The hotel staff turned toward me when the lift opened.

“Sir, can we help you?”

I shook my head and stormed past them. In moments, I was on the street and walking. I lit up a smoke and walked away from the hotel.

A couple of hours later I was in a Starbucks ordering a Grande Pike with room for cream. I fixed my coffee and sat at a table. The walk hadn’t calmed me down any. I don’t mind being wrong about things, especially those things outside my knowledge. But to be chastised for making a mistake and then being called stupid? That crosses a line with me.

I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t have enough pride to avoid Jennifer forever. I would eventually have to go back. No doubt I would be the one apologising. I sipped my coffee and glared at the table.

I noticed a stir outside and looked up. A bunch of people were looking inside at me. I felt a chill go through me. More people gathered and then phones came out. Flashes popped. A few people entered the café and moved toward me. I stood up.

“Hey, you’re that author! Aren’t you!”

“Please leave me alone…”

“Can I get your picture? A selfie? Dude, you’re famous!”

“Did you see the interview your wife made? Wow, man, that’s some cold shit.”

I blinked at the throng of people. “My wife? What?”

One man came forward boldly holding his phone up. He tried to stand next to me, but I moved away. He tried to follow me.

“Leave me alone!” I yelled.

“Dude one selfie! My wife isn’t going to believe this!”

“Me too!”

I looked around in a panic. The store exit was blocked with people. I looked around and saw the door leading into the staff area. I fled. The staff called out for me to stop, but I didn’t care. I run through a storage area and found a back door. I crashed through it and ran.

Two hours later I made it back to the hotel. I went to the private elevator and pressed the button. Nothing happened. I went to the desk and asked how to get to the penthouse. The guy behind the counter gave me a hard time and eventually the desk manager came out. Somehow he knew who I was and gave me a key card and apologised.

I went to the elevator, used the key card and the lift opened. I pushed the only button and I was soon deposited in the hallway outside the penthouse. I keyed my way in and strode past Jennifer who rose when she saw me. I glanced at her. She had been crying. I didn’t care and went into the bathroom and relieved myself. I changed my clothes into something more comfortable and came back out in the main room.

Jennifer was still standing by the couch. Alyssa appeared to be gone. I went to the bar and grabbed a bottle of scotch and a glass. I went over to where the large TV was and poured myself a stiff drink before turning on the TV. I used the guide and found an all-news channel.

“Good evening, tonight we bring you an update to the story of the famous Canadian author, recently exposed as a man, living in a major Canadian city. Today we met with his wife. They are separated. Here’s what she had to say.”

The image changed and I saw my wife sitting in her mother’s living room. She had been crying. She was being interviewed by someone off camera.

“Ma’am, you said you had a statement to make. Please go ahead.”

My wife looked up at the camera and I could the anger there. God, she hates me now.

“My husband is filth of the worst kind. He hid this horrible part of himself from me. Let me believe he was a good man. Instead he has embarrassed me. Shown the world what a depraved individual he is. His books are smut. Dirty filthy smut. I had no knowledge of this. I thought I lived an idyllic life with a good and caring man. I now know the truth and I am disgusted.

“He never cared for me. Never gave me the attention a wife deserves! How he found the filth to write about I will never know. He’s an imposter. A charlatan. A cold, horrible man!

“My husband Bill can burn in the fires of Hell! He has dragged my good name into the dirt. He went to Saint Thomas, lied to me about it, and let some whore in a bar have sex with him. He’s filthy. Disgusting. I have nothing to do with him. We are separated and I have filed for divorce. I want the media to leave me alone. Bill, if you are listening, go *bleep* yourself!”

The camera cut back to the studio. “There you have it folks. Cold words from a cold woman. How much truth is there to her allegations? Where did her husband get the material for his books? Women around the world want to know. Next we meet with the publishing house. We asked them about the fantasy works of the author…”

I turned off the TV. I grabbed my drink and downed it. I should have known things were too good. My wife was spreading false lies about me. Making me sound like I made her the victim. I could hear her mother’s voice in her words. For the first time, I felt loathing toward my wife.

I had provided for her for years and expected nothing back. She went about her daily life, living in comfort and not once extending any kind of passion toward me. I felt like the victim here. But the media would eat up her words. Men are pigs and the world wants to believe that.

Jennifer placed a hand on my shoulder, and I shrugged it off. “Leave me alone.”

“Bill, please listen!”

“Listen to what? About just how stupid I am? Please tell me again. I would love to hear it! Add it to the list of shit my wife just spewed on prime-time television! Huh! Go ahead! Tell me!”

My last words were a roar. I was beyond angry. My life was a swirling toilet. I grabbed my smokes and the scotch and disappeared out on the balcony. I lit up and sat down in a chair.

An hour later the balcony door opened. and Betty walked out and sat next to me. I glanced at her and then back to the city skyline. She said nothing to me. She just sat there.

“Okay, what?” I barked.

“You are really being an ass, you know.”

I glared at her. “Me? The ass?”

“Yes, Jennifer told me what happened. Your first fight. How exciting.”

“Did she tell you how she called me stupid?”

“Yes, and she was right. You are stupid.”

I turned to really look at her. She was smiling at me. I couldn’t tell if she was joking or not. “I’m not. There’s a world of difference about not knowing things and being stupid. Stupid is when you know something and still do something… well, stupid!”

“Wow, the eloquence has left you tonight.” Becky grabbed the bottle of scotch and drank from the bottle. That impressed me, but I hid it. “No you’re stupid because you left that poor girl in there bawling her eyes out all day. Then you yelled at her. She wants nothing more than to apologise to you. She feels terrible. A real man would have talked it out calmly and not stomped off in some childish hissy fit. Really not dignified.”

I sat in silence digesting her words. I knew she was right. Dammit.

“I heard about the Starbucks scene. It made the news. You handled that poorly. It’s why we’re here in the hotel. Hiding. But mostly so we can teach you how to react properly. Image is everything. Running makes you look guilty. And with the bile your wife spewed today, together they paint a negative picture of you.”

“She’s a bitch.”

“I certainly hope you mean your wife and not Jennifer. I asked you to trust me. To trust Jennifer. The first sign of anything and you flee. You have to stop that. Now, Roger is getting drunk inside and he’s smoking that wonderful pot of yours. How about you go inside and apologise to Jennifer for yelling at her, make up, with sex or whatever, and we see what we can salvage of today? Hmm?”

Betty rose and left me sulking. I lit a smoke and tried to calm myself. I had worked myself up. I was angry at everything these days. Angry at all the things outside of my control. I realised Jennifer was not one of those things. I was mad at her calling me stupid, but I made it worse. And yelled at her. I could still see the hurt in her face. I caused that. I groaned and held my head in my hands.

I heard the patio door slide open. Someone sat next to me and took one of my cigarettes and lit up.

“I’m sorry, Bill.”

I looked up at Jennifer. Her face was a mess. Her eyes were all puffing and red. With her fair complexion she really looked a sight. I had caused that.

“I am too. I shouldn’t have yelled at you.”

“I shouldn’t have called you stupid. That was mean of me and clearly not true. I was, I dunno…”

“It’s okay. I threw away three hundred dollars. That’s a lot of money to us. We remember not having any. I should have known better.” I remembered my earlier words to Betty and realised I had been stupid, I had known better. I laughed and it startled Jennifer. “Sorry, I just told Betty what stupid meant and I now realise I was stupid, I’m sorry, Jennifer. It won’t happen again.”

Jennifer stared at me and smoked her cigarette. Eventually she rose and sat in my lap. She lay her head against my shoulder and handed me her cigarette. I took a drag and handed it back.

“We’re both stupid,” she said. “How about that? I’ll be more tolerant. This is a new world for you. I remember how confused I was at first. I should have known better.”

I kissed her neck. “Okay, we’re both stupid. I can live with that. Just so long as you’re with me.”

She started to cry, and I held her. I felt like such an asshole. I made the woman I loved more than anything cry for an entire day while I sulked. “I’m an asshole. Forgive me?”

She nodded and sniffed. She wiped at her eyes and handed me her cigarette. I butted it out and held her.

We stayed outside for an hour. We smoked and talked about nothing. Slowly we made our way past our problem until we felt right again. I felt like such an asshole and told her. I promised to make it up to her. She wanted to know how and when. I laughed at her and said it wasn’t sexual, but she would have to wait for the right time.

We came back inside, and I met Roger for the first time. He was pretty tipsy, but I liked him right away. He was no nonsense and a straight talker. When he was with Betty I could see his love for her. They talked about meeting. How he had seen her dancing on a pole and wanted to buy the pole. He had courted her for weeks before she agreed to see him. She hadn’t trusted him or his money. Soon it was love and he married her. He came from old money and he caused quite a stir. He didn’t care. He had Betty and he was content.

I could see the longing in Jennifer’s eyes. She wanted what they had. I watched her and Betty watched me. She caught my eye and winked, and I winked back. She knew and I smiled at her.

For the next couple of hours we talked business. My business. Betty had legal forms for me to sign, and after Jennifer read them, I signed them. I had full rights to my novels, and I felt great about it. And my own story. Betty explained you had to protect your own identity with the media and entertainment industry. It was all very complicated, but I trusted Jennifer and signed what she told me to sign.

We talked strategy. I had to get my story out there and timing was everything. There were mixed feelings out there about me. I was hated and loved. The media seemed happy to go after the dirt and the news stations and entertainment channels were soaking it up.

Betty had a plan and had pulled strings to get it in place. I would go on a major US news station and tell my story. It would have the widest coverage and be picked up by all the smaller TV stations. She was confident she could get the story out straight.

“After all this is just a story about a man who writes erotic stories,” she said. Betty looked at Roger and nodded her head toward the spare bedroom. “Sleep time, Roger.”

Roger looked at me and Jennifer and his mouth was open. “Wait a minute, I thought we was gonna have some fun?”

Betty tutted grabbed his shoulder. “Not now. The timings not right, baby. Let the two love birds have some time together. They spent the night with Alyssa.”

“Alyssa? Hot damn, she’s a doll.”

“Yes, she is. Now come along.”

Roger rose and bid us goodnight. It felt wrong that they were paying for the room and not using the main bedroom. I said so to Jennifer and she laughed. “That’s what Roger was talking about. He thought we were all sleeping in there.”

“Oh.”

“Ready for bed?”

“Yeah.”

“Can we just sleep tonight?”

I looked at her. She looked exhausted. “Of course, love.” I rose and took her hand and led her into the bedroom.

Make up sex is wonderful.

The next morning we shared breakfast. I got to know Roger and Betty really well and I liked then a lot. They loved Jennifer. They told me she had made their lives what they were. They had hired her, and she had broken them down, explained their relationship, and they were stronger for it.

All Jennifer said was that it was her gift to figure people out. She always knew what to say and when and how to make things better. By the way Roger and Betty looked at each other I knew it was more than that.

I also knew what they said about her was true. She had fixed my life. She had broken it down and put it all together in a way that was making us both happy.

I loved her so much.

We spent the day discussing the news station interview. We discussed possible questions and the right answers. We looked for ways they could try and surprise us and came up empty. In the end, it would be me, the truth and television. Betty decided the most important thing was to convince the people that I was an expert in sex. After all my novels were best sellers and read worldwide. My stories didn’t come from ignorance, she said.

We had lunch, enjoying the leftover steak and salad. Roger agreed with me the steak tasted like any old cow. The women disagreed and Roger and I laughed and toasted each other. He was really charming, and we laughed at the same jokes. We were the same age and shared the same lifetime. Betty said we were ganging up on them and Jennifer sided with her.

Somehow we ended up in the hot tub. Jennifer and I were in the tub first and Betty and Roger joined us. We watched them undress and I gawked at Betty’s huge tits again. Her clit was massive, and I remembered sucking on it. My cock was already hard with Jennifer’s hand on it, but she felt it twitch when Betty undressed and laughed at me.

Roger got undressed and I am not ashamed to say his dick was massive and impressive. It was ten inches long and stuck out obscenely from him. He caught me staring and waved it around.

“That’s a man dick, son!” he laughed and helicoptered the damn thing. “It’s what Betty likes most about me. Not the money. It’s all about the dick!”

He laughed and with some difficulty managed to crawl into the hot tub, making a big splash.

“Oops, sorry. That whacky weed sure is wacky.”

Dick sat next to Jennifer and Betty sat next to me. We each had wine and toasted each other.

I gasped when Betty joined Jennifer in stroking my dick. Roger noticed and laughed.

“Betty said you gave her a real good rogering.” He laughed at his own pun.

I felt uncomfortable. It’s not every day you sit in a hot tub and have a husband talk to you about how you fucked his wife. Jennifer leaned over and kissed me.

“Now fairs fair,” added Roger. “I should have you know I’ve fucked the living daylights out of Jennifer here.”

I nodded. I knew that.

“So how about we agree to just enjoy each other like civilised people? Huh?”

We toasted that and laughed. Betty and Jennifer were gently stroking me, and I reached out with both hands to finger the two ladies. I found Betty’s pussy first and stroked her clit. She made an appreciative sound. When I reached out to Jennifer I found Roger already had his hand there. He laughed at my expression.

“Beat you to it! Now she’s stroking me pretty good under this here water. She knows how to handle a big dick.”

I looked at Jennifer and she smiled and kissed me. I looked at Betty and she kissed me. When I looked back at Jennifer she was kissing Roger. I sighed. My life was about to get strange again.

We sat in the tub and kissed and fondled each other until Roger said he was soaking up too much water. He lurched upright and stood there with his erection waving around. Jennifer reached out and took it in her hand. She leaned forward and started sucking him off. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her.

Seeing her with other women had never been an issue for me. Seeing her suck another man’s dick drove a wedge of jealousy into me. Betty sensed it and leaned into me. “She’s been sucking cock for years, Bill. You know that. Accept it. It ain’t gonna stop, ever. Watch her. She’s good. She how much pleasure she gives.”

So I watched her suck Roger. Betty kept stroking my cock and I fingered her pussy. Roger was thrusting a little, careful with his large cock not to drive it into her mouth. Jennifer was good. She was doing to Roger what she had done to me so many times. After a while, I realised I was excited watching her suck his cock. I always knew that about me. When excited the sight of another cock was a bit of a turn on to me.

Roger made a noise and he came into Jennifer’s mouth. She made happy sounds and swallowed it all. She kept sucking and I watched Roger’s cock shrink in size.

“That’s what makes your cock a marvel, Bill,” whispered Betty. “You don’t go soft. You can go all night.”

Roger whooped into the night. He was a real cowboy. “Thanks little miss. Just what the doctor ordered. Now I’m going inside to smoke more of that shit. Who’s coming? Besides me, har!’

Roger exited the tub and we watched him stagger off. Jennifer turned and looked at me with an eyebrow raised. “You okay, love?”

I nodded.

Jennifer leaned in to kiss me and I pulled back. She shook her head and drove her mouth on mine. She parted my lips and drove her tongue into my mouth. I had another man’s cum in mouth and I grimaced. Jennifer kissed me with passion and I soon gave in. It didn’t taste any different from mine. I could pretend it was mine. Betty clapped.

“All right. Let’s get inside.” Betty rose and crawled out of the tub leaving Jennifer and I necking.

Jennifer broke the kiss and looked at me. “I know something about you, Bill.”

“What’s that?”

“You like cock. You just don’t know it yet.”

I shook my head.

“It’s true. Tonight you’ll see. You just need the right setting. That’s what this hotel is all about. Betty and I wanted to give you a safe place. Explore tonight, Bill. I won’t judge you. I won’t force you. Enjoy yourself. Let go.”

I nodded apprehensively.

We went inside and dried off. We went into the bedroom and found Betty trying to breathe life back into Roger’s cock. When she saw Jennifer she praised God.

“Get over here, Jennifer, he needs two mouths. He drank too much.”

Jennifer jumped in the bed and started licking Roger’s balls. I watched as Betty lowered her mouth over Roger’s dick and sucked it hard, stretching it out. Roger moaned. “That’s it, suck it back to life!”

Jennifer had her ass in the air. I moved behind her and ran my tongue up her crack. She wiggled her ass and I dove in. Her pussy was wet and warm from the hot tub. I licked her opening and then replaced my tongue with two fingers. I curled them down and rubbed her g-spot. I tongued her asshole and she moaned.

After a time Betty made a gagging noise and I saw Roger was at full mast. He was thrusting into her mouth and Jennifer tried to stay with him on his balls. Betty slapped his stomach.

“Stop trying to fuck my mouth. It ain’t gonna happen.”

“That gal in Texas let me.”

“She didn’t need to breathe. I do.”

Roger laughed and then cried out when Jennifer sucked his balls in hard in her mouth.

“Okay, okay! You win, let my balls go!”

Jennifer let go and laughed.

Betty grabbed my shoulders and pulled me away from Jennifer. She flopped on her back and spread her legs. “Come on, Bill. Do that thing to me again. I loved it so much.”

I smiled and repeated what I had done in Saint Thomas. I took my time. When I looked over Roger was fucking my Jennifer with his massive dick. I watched his dick plough into her pussy and felt a stirring of excitement. I had never seen someone fuck before. It was more exciting than I thought.

I went back to Betty and soon had her screaming my name. Roger grunted and I looked over to see him coming inside Jennifer. She came with him. When I saw that I came too. I shot my load deep into Betty and it set her off.

Roger flopped on the bed and his cock shrank. Jennifer went at it and cleaned him off. She looked like she was enjoying it and I licked my lips. I looked at Betty and she smiled at me and winked.

“Eat her out, Bill. It’s right there. Your own pleasure box. Your girl’s pussy.”

I shook my head. It was full of Roger’s cum. I could never do that.

Betty grabbed me and threw me onto my back. She climbed up me and straddled my face. “You’ll eat me out, though won’t you?”

She lowered her pussy to my mouth. I could taste my cum. Then a glob of cum fell into my mouth. I struggled to get her off, but she refused to let me. “Swallow, Bill.”

I had no choice. I swallowed. And then it was gone. I didn’t feel sick. It didn’t kill me. Betty fingered her clit and looked down at me. Her clit was so big. I licked at her pussy and watched her play with it. I felt more cum enter my mouth and I simply swallowed it.

Betty came soon after. Her juices flooded my mouth and I drank it all down.

She climbed off me and I saw Roger was fucking Jennifer again. She was on top of him in a reverse cowgirl. She was leaning back, and Roger was playing with her tits and clit. I watched his cock drive into her. In this position he could really give it to her without hurting her. I watched his cock drive in and out.

Betty crawled between his legs and started to lick his balls. Jennifer was watching me. Her eyes were half-lidded, and she was enjoying herself. She watched for a while and then smiled at me. Lick it, she mouthed to me.

I shook my head.

Lick my clit, baby.

I stared at her pussy and her gorgeous clit. I wanted to lick it. But there was a cock driving in and out of her pussy.

“Do it for me,” she whispered.

I found myself lying beside Betty. I watched her up close licking Roger’s balls. His shaft disappeared into Jennifer’s pussy. I heard the wet noise it made. I could smell her scent, strong in my nostrils. My mouth watered. I stared at her clit, begging for me to touch it. I knew it would give her such pleasure.

I leaned forward and careful licked her clit, avoiding Roger’s cock. Jennifer moaned. Encouraged I licked again, and Jennifer moaned louder.

“That’s it, baby,” whispered Betty. “Suck her clit.”

I licked again and kept my tongue there. I swirled it around and felt Jennifer shake with pleasure. I licked harder and then I felt my tongue brush the shaft of Roger’s cock. I had just licked cock. I froze. I don’t know what I was waiting for. I didn’t die. I didn’t explode. I shrugged mentally and licked Jennifer’s clit and then sucked it. Right below my chin was Roger’s cock, thrusting deep into my girl, but it was my mouth on her clit that was giving her the pleasure she needed. My hunger grew. I felt Betty lock her mouth around my cock and start blowing me.

My pleasure rose and with it my hunger. I sucked her clit and licked it. Jennifer was crying out my name. In a fit of excitement I lowered my head and licked up Roger’s shaft and up and over Jennifer’s clit. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world. I heard Betty cheer and Jennifer grunted hard.

“Lick his cock, Bill. Do it!” she screamed.

I obeyed her. I reached down with my tongue and ran it along Roger’s thrusting shaft and up to her waiting clit, I sucked her clit and circled it and dove down again. Betty’s mouth was working hard on my cock, sucking hard. My pleasure grew. I reached down lower and ran my tongue over his balls, over his shaft and sucked her clit again. I loved it. I felt a part of me release and I gave into it. I sucked his balls and licked his shaft. It was hot with Jennifer’s pussy and tasted like her.

Suddenly his cock sprang free and I threw my mouth over it and sucked his engorged head. I had a man’s penis in my mouth! I sucked it and Roger groaned. I felt his cock spasm and suddenly his cum shot into my mouth. I gagged hard and spit out his cock and cum. I heard Jennifer coming hard and saw her fingering herself like mad. I dove into her pussy. Licking it and sucking on her juices. She came again. Betty jammed a finger in my ass and suddenly I was coming in her mouth. I felt Roger’s cum splash on my face, but I didn’t care. I was lost in my orgasm and eating Jennifer.