Different Circles

Jake was interested in the challenge. “What are the stakes?” he asked.

“Winner gets a case of twenty-five-year-old Glenlivet single malt, delivered to his house in person.”

Jake smiled and held out his hand. “You’re on,” he said.

They shook on it, and then tried to get to work.

They obviously could not fly back to Oceano tonight since Jake had been drinking scotch and smoking marijuana. At ten-thirty, they climbed into his Ford F-150, Laura behind the wheel, and started the drive back to Granada Hills, where they would spend the night.

“I’m going to shower as soon as we get there,” Laura said (she, like Jake, never referred to the Granada Hills house as “home”). “After that, I want you to eat my pussy out and then fuck me from behind.”

“Okay,” Jake said with a nod. “Sounds like a plan.” He had kind of been hoping that maybe they could give it a rest on this evening, but apparently that was not in the cards. He had never been in a position before where he was getting tired of having sex, but here it was. Being called upon to perform at least twice a day, every day, for several weeks in a row now, was starting to take a toll on his libido. He supposed it was a problem that many husbands around the world would kill to be faced with, but it was a problem, nonetheless.

“You’re a good sport about all this,” Laura said with affection, patting his leg. “I can’t believe how ... you know ... enthusiastic I’ve been lately.”

“That second trimester hormone surge is something to be reckoned with, all right,” he said.

“Yes,” she said, “and then there’s the normal effect I get whenever I’m around Neesh. She still triggers something in me. Especially now.”

Jake nodded. “I guess once you’ve seen a woman in her wedding dress getting her pussy eaten by another woman, it will have a profound and lasting effect on you.”

“And how,” Laura said with a smile at one of the hottest memories in her brain. “I’m really craving ... you know ... some female companionship of late, sweetie.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” she said, her eyes shining brightly. “I hope that doesn’t upset you.”

“Not in the least,” he said truthfully. In fact, her words were having quite the opposite effect. His unenthusiastic pondering of another jaw cramping session of cunnilingus followed by a pounding with his already sore and abraded member suddenly began to seem a lot more appealing. “Did you have someone in mind? Maybe Molly again?”

She shook her head. “Molly was a one-time deal,” she said. “I think she felt some shame about ... you know... you being involved in the act. I’ve tried to talk to her a few times since then but she’s always abrupt with me and ends the conversation as soon as she can.”

“A pity,” Jake said. “That was pretty fuckin’ hot what we did that night.”

“Yeah, it really was.”

“I don’t have to be there, you know,” he told her. “I mean, I loved it that I was, but it’s not necessary. You can tell her that if you want.”

Laura shook her head. “I liked having you there,” she said. “I loved it. It added so much to the experience knowing that you were watching. And then ... when you got involved. Oh God, I’m getting all wet just thinking about it.”

Jake’s libido was now making a rapid recovery. He was starting to stiffen up in his jeans at her words. “What are you saying then?” he asked carefully.

“I want to do that again,” she said. “Only this time ... well...” She was blushing furiously.

“What?” he asked.

“I think it would be really hot if you were to ... you know ... be able to do things with the other woman too.”

“Do things?” he asked. “What kind of things?”

“Everything,” Laura told him, the lust unmistakable in her eyes now.

Jake took a deep breath and swallowed slowly. The conversation had certainly taken a turn toward the interesting. But there could be mines and pitfalls here as well. “Are you saying,” he asked carefully, “that you want me to actually have sex with another woman?”

“Only if I’m there,” she said firmly. “And only if I’m involved as well.”

“Where did this come from?” he asked. “Is this just the second trimester hormones playing games with your mind? Because I certainly do not want to do anything on a momentary impulse that is going to jeopardize our relationship down the road.”

“This is not just the hormones talking,” Laura assured him. “I’ve been thinking about this ever since that night with Molly. Yes, the second trimester made the feelings stronger, and seeing Neesh tonight maybe pushed them into the light, but this is not a new thought. Whenever I ... you know ... use my toys these days, that is what I’m thinking about while I play.”

“Why didn’t you ever tell me this before?” he asked, now completely erect in his jeans.

“Because I always thought it was just a fantasy before,” she said. “You don’t tell me all of your fantasies, do you?”

“No,” he said with a chuckle. “I do not.” Some of them she would definitely not understand or approve of.

“That’s why I kept it to myself. I never considered actually doing it.”

“But now you are?”