The Reenactment Ch. 05

"What are you doing?" I asked in mock disbelief as Sarah leaned over my lap and began to unbutton my jeans, "You're going get us killed," I added with a huge grin on my face as Sarah beamed a mischievous smile up to me.

"Just keep your eyes on the road," she answered continuing to unzip my pants.

"Sarah," My voice demanded that she stop at the same time that I lifted my hips up to allow to ease my pants down. My cock was already hard, she had been stroking it through my jeans off and on every since we got in the car. She had a knack for putting me in situations where I couldn't resist.

I could feel her stare upon me so I glanced down to look into her bright green eyes, "Keep your eyes on the road," she playfully said as she grasped my stiff erection with her right hand. I couldn't help but smile as I brought my eyes back to the road. Her soft palms leisurely caressed my rock hard cock. It felt great, but realizing that we had only ten minutes more of a drive left I was eager to have her lush lips wrapped around me, so I again lifted my hips slightly. She knew what the gesture meant, so appeasing my desire she lowered her head over my lap and slid the bulging head of my cock into her mouth. That first kiss always sends chills up my spine.

Her lush hair draped over my lap. Few things turn me on more than watching her lips wrapped around my cock, so I swept her thick brown hair away from her face. She was lewdly swirling her tongue around the head. If only I could have taken a picture. She broke my Kodak moment, by flicking her long black eyelashes up. "Unless you want me to stop you better keep your eyes on the road."

I by no means wanted her to stop, so I controlled my impulse to glance down, placing my hand on the back of her head and guiding her back on to my cock. She allowed my direction, sliding my cock all the way up into her mouth. She stopped half way out holding it inside as she slid her tongue along the underside causing me to suck in air as her tongue swirled around my cock.

I exhaled slowly, doing my best to keep focused on the road before me, despite having my mind occupied by the head buried between my lap. Sarah emitted a soft moan for my listening pleasure as she slid her lips back on to my shaft. Her hand stroked from the base of my cock up as she wetly sucked on the engorged head.

Despite creeping along five miles slower than the speed limit we were almost at her house, or rather, her parent's house. The thought of which caused me to lift my hips up impatiently. Sarah looked up and out the window, "I guess we're almost there," she slyly said as her right hand gave my cock a couple of quick pumps. "I'll have to finish some other time," she teased while still stroking my dick.

"Funny," I answered back as she dropped her head back down and sucked on my head like a sweet piece of candy. Sarah really turned on the magic after that, aggressively bobbing her head down shoving my cock in and out of her mouth. Her nice juicy lips rubbing against every inch of my long shaft.

I turned the corner of her street, parking the car a good four houses down from hers. I scanned her neighborhood for any potential witnesses, but like any clean suburban neighborhood it was completely empty on an ordinary Friday early afternoon.

Sarah surely showed she didn't care where we were at, she was completely focused on conjuring the load building inside my dick. The slick sound of wet lips on my stiff dick mixed with Sarah's tantalizing little moans was music to my ears. No longer having to worry about the road I once again swept the lush brown hair away from her face so I could see her lips stretched around my cock.

Sarah glanced up in her mouth still around me as I told her with my eyes how much I loved what she was doing. She paused for a moment and raised her head up to mine, looking for a kiss from my lips. Her lips were warm and wet as I slid my tongue inside, causing her to suck it just like she had been blessing my cock before.

Satisfied with our sloppy kiss she lowered her head back down to finish the act. The moment was close at hand as I could feel each nerve ending start to tingle along my cock. I closed my eyes in pure bliss as I felt the explosion go off inside my body, triggering a paralyzing strong orgasm as I came inside her mouth. Sarah held my cock inside milking as much of the warm liquid as she could swallow, before the last spurt came and I slumped down in total relaxation.

My cell phone went off, and still in a haze I absent-mindedly picked it up, with a hazy hello.

"Honey, Are you just waking up?" Jaime's voice brought me rapidly back to full attention.

"Umm.. No, Sweetheart," I hurriedly answered, "I'm almost at the airport now," I said while parked in Sarah's neighborhood.

"Already, I thought your flight wasn't until two?" Jaime responded sounding a little puzzled. I looked over to Sarah, who could her both sides of the conversation, as she grinned a mix of mischievousness and jealousy.

"I just wanted to make it out early... in case I hit traffic, you know" I stammered out unsure of what I was saying.

"Oh.. Well I'm glad you're get there early for once, I was worried you were going to miss your flight like last time," Jaime added in that almost nagging voice which was starting to irritate me. "Did you remember to bring your clothes for the banquet tonight?".

"Yes, Sweetheart," I answered a bit of exasperation in my voice, "Sweetie, I'm going to have to get off the phone right now I'm almost at the exit," I said trying not to convey the impatience behind my words.

"Okay, Honey, see you in a little bit, love you,".

"Love you too," I answered back lowly almost in a mumble. I looked over to see Sarah's reaction.

She smiled and leaning towards me for a kiss mockingly said, "I love you Sweetheart," before kissing me, traces of my cum still on her tongue as she slid it into my mouth. I couldn't help, but laugh at the absurdity of the moment.

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Whatever this was had been going on for almost two months. I can't even count how many times I've had the urge to dial a number and end one of the relationships. Unfortunately, that urge never had the same number in mind. Alone in LA my thoughts were constantly drifting between Jaime and Sarah. Jaime caring and dependable, Sarah daring and unpredictable. Each name invoked a different memory, kissing Jaime tenderly on the cheek, fucking Sarah with wild abandon from behind. Not to downplay my desire for Jaime's slender body, but I must admit that it was Sarah who I led my hand while I stroked my cock in the middle of the night, but then again it was Jaime's face I wanted to see when I awoke to an empty bed in the morning.

Tuesday after my weekend up North, I was out with my roommate, Matt, shooting pool, enjoying dollar beer night, when our conversation drifted to my love life.

"So, how is everything going with your girl up north?" Matt casually asked as he sank the five ball in the corner pocket.

"Jaime is doing pretty good. She's been busy," I answered innocently back.

"And the other one?" he asked with a grin on his face. I just smiled back shaking my head as if I couldn't put into words. Not satisfied with my non-verbal evasion, he asked again, "Come on, you haven't said a word about this yet."

"What can I say?"

"Anything. You're seeing two insanely hot women, who happen to be friends, who happen to live in the same city. I'm sure you have something to say."

"Yeah, I have no idea what I'm doing,"

"Living out my fantasy, that's what you're doing. What I wouldn't give for a chance with either one of them,".

"But if you could only have one, which one would you pick,".

"It would be hard to pass up a chance with Sarah. I won't lie about that. No offense, man, but my mouth drops every time I see her."

"None taken. I still have the same reaction when I see. I wanted Sarah for so long."

"Then it sounds like it should be an easy decision for you,".

"Jaime's not exactly easy to let go of. I mean for a long time I thought she was the one,"

"Past tense,"

"Sometimes I still think so,"

"When you're not think of Sarah,"

"Sometimes even when I'm with Sarah. Sarah's amazing, but I just don't know if she is long term. I know Jaime is."

"And that's what you want,"

"That's what I don't know,".

"Well, I hope you decide before it blows up in your face,"

"So do I," I answered more to myself, then to Matt.

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When I got home on Thursday the package was lying on my desk. No return address, the only indication of where it was from was the San Francisco stamp over the postage. I carelessly ripped the brown wrapping paper from the package, exposing a blank videotape inside. There was no label, no markings, just a plain cassette. Intrigued I closed the door to my bedroom and slipped the tape into the VCR.

This had Sarah's name written all over it, but when I hit play, it wasn't Sarah who appeared. Instead it was Jaime's sweet face that flashed up on to the screen, the camera zoomed all the way into her face for a few seconds as if to make it clear exactly who the person was, before slowly backing away, revealing Jaime in a simple red dress. The room around her was empty, just a blank white wall behind her and beige carpeting under her bare feet.

I was struck by the look on her face. She rarely wore make up, but here she had more on than I'd ever seen her with before. Dark eyeliner, heavy blush, and bright red lipstick over her naturally beautiful olive skin. But it wasn't really the make up that surprised me, it was the nervous look in her eyes, the anxious smile on her lips as she stared into the camera waiting for further direction. She tried to stand perfectly still, but seemed unable to control her hands, which nervously moved from her side, to across her chest, to her face, to behind her back, never resting in any one position.

This lasted for a minute, just her standing in the middle of an empty room. There was no sound. At first I was excited by the possibilities, but it was clear that there was someone else in the room, someone that was obviously making her uncomfortable. A wave of concern rushed through me. I went to grab my phone off the nightstand, but as I reached over I saw her head turn and fix on someone approaching her.

From off camera, another figure emerged. My concern was doubled as I saw the man move towards Jaime, stopping only a foot away from her. I recognized Eric, Emily's old boyfriend, the second he turned to the camera. Both of them looked awkwardly at the camera, or rather beyond the camera, at the person behind it, as they nodded their heads simultaneously in reaction to some sort of instruction.

Suddenly, the sound of the camera came on, just the dull background noise of the room, as neither person moved nor said anything. Next to Jaime, in her red dress and heavy make up, Eric was dressed casually, in a tight black t-shirt and a pair of jeans. He was only a slightly taller than Jaime, his body appearing strong and compact. His hair was cut shorter than the last time I saw him, giving him a soldier like appearance. He moved closer to Jaime leaning over to whisper in her ear as he slid his hand on to her back. Nothing of what he said could be heard. After he pulled his head back away from her, Jaime looked at him and nodded, that same nervous smile on her lips as she turned towards him.

I feared what was to come next, but my eyes were glued on to the screen. I knew what was about to happen, even though I tried to tell myself that it was all a joke.

But it wasn't. In the next moment Eric brought his hand to the side of Jaime's face and tenderly kissed her on the lips. Jaime stood there frozen, her eyes shut as he followed one gentle peck with another and another. Gradually she started returning the kisses, the pecks evolving into open lip kisses, becoming longer as their lips pressed against each other, the reluctance between them melting away as he wrapped his arm around her waist and squeezed her body against his. She showed no resistance, instead returning his embrace by wrapping her slender arms around him as well.

The camera zoomed in to focus on their joined mouths. The lips I had kissed countless times hungrily tasting the lips of another. I could see his tongue peek out as it slipped into her mouth, their kiss growing more passionate, his hands roaming her body, stroking her back, cupping her ass. I watched in shock as the kisses continued each one with less restraint than the one below. The wet sound of their lips smacking together filled the room.

The camera zoomed all the way back as a new sound entered the room, the sound of steps on the carpet. Another man entered the scene. Neither Jaime nor Eric reacted to his presence. I didn't recognize him. He was taller than both of them, at least my height. A lanky blonde haired surfer type. His hair loosely bound in a short ponytail behind his head. He paused to the right of them, watching Eric and Jaime embracing before him. He too glanced towards the camera, before crossing over and behind Jaime. Jaime and Eric broke their kiss, Eric giving the new guy a weasel-like smile before ducking his head down to kiss Jaime's neck. She twisted her head around and leaned back to accept a new kiss, her tongue lewdly searching for his mouth. The new guy's large hands wasted no time groping her body, cupping her small breast and squeezing them like he was kneading a fresh piece of dough. Jaime arched back in evident pleasure, leaning back as Eric continued to spread kisses from her neck to her collarbone.

When the blonde haired guy untied the strap of her dress, and allowed the front to fall down exposing her breasts, it was too much for me. I jumped up and hit stop on the VCR in horror, disgusted by what I had just witnessed. My first reaction was to pick up the phone and call her, but for what? To ask her if it was true? I could see that it was true. I could see that the woman that I loved was a slut, a whore. Rage filled me as I sat on the side of my bed, so angry that I was seemingly paralyzed. I looked back up at the blue screen of the TV. monitor desperately wanting to erase the images I had just seen.

To my disgust I noticed something else. An erection was straining against my boxers. I couldn't believe I was hard at that moment. Turned on by watching my girlfriend with two other men. But the erection didn't disappear. Instead as the images replayed in my head over and over again I felt my erection grow fuller. My anger turned into hate, but the lust I felt didn't dissipate, it grew. Incredulous at my own perversion I hit play on the VCR.

The image reappeared, my disgust at seeing Jaime sandwiched between two men remained, yet my excitement only grew. I was stimulated by watching those expansive hands grasp her bare breast, the long bony fingers teasing her nipples, tweaking them hard. Her amazingly long buds, which I had lavished attention on before, which I had watched expand in reaction to the feel of my warm breath. The surfer moved his hands down, allowing Eric to kiss her titillated nipples. His tongue flicked and swirled around them. He looked up at Jaime staring down at him and vulgarly said, "They're incredible," almost as if he was openly taunting me. Jaime smiled, as the surfer nuzzled his face into her neck.

His hands dragged the rest of her dress of her body, leaving her standing between them wearing nothing more than a pair of lacy red underwear, which he then discarded with equal zeal. The surfer's eyes scanned down her back, appraising her round ass, the remembrance of which tingled the tip of my fingers. That tight athletic body was exposed to everyone, the camera absorbing every flawless detail. The sturdy runner's legs, the flat stomach, the grace of her upper body. Even through my hatred I lusted over her physique. "This is the women I've cheated on" was the thought that sprung up inside my head.

His hands wasted no time measuring the curves of her backside. Jaime was like puddy in his hands, leaning back into him as his arms reached around and he snuck a hand between her thighs. Jaime readily opened her stance so he could press her mound with his fingers. Like a dagger to my heart she tilted her hand back and gasped a moan of pleasure. Anything but just a willing participant, she seemed to be loving every second of it. Eric's feasting lips on her breasts, and the Surfer's finger's on her pussy.

To my dismay, she reached back behind her with her hand and rubbed the outside of the Surfer's tented pants. He smiled before kissing the side of her neck. His fingers began delving between her pussy lips. She must have been wet since they slid in with no effort at all. Jaime let out an audible moan as he slipped deeper insider her.

Eric stepped back so the camera could fully focus on her body, the rise and fall of her chest with each stroke of her lover's hand. But she didn't let Eric wander to far away. Reopening her eyes she beckoned him over with her finger. Once in front of her, she slid her hands under his shirt and drew it off of his body revealing Eric's well toned frame. She ran her hands over his shoulders and chest, before dropping them down to unbutton his pants. Eric gave a pleased smirk as he peered down at Jaime's nibble fingers draw down his zipper. They exchanged a wickedly wild kiss, their tongues lapping against each other as she snaked his erect penis out of his pants and stroked its length. I couldn't help, but compare his to mine. It appeared longer, but nowhere near as thick, which somehow comforted me in a vainly pathetic way. Jaime seemed to be satisfied with it running her hand along it, feeling its veins with her fingers as his pants fell to the floor leaving him stark naked as well.

The Surfer had already removed his hand from her bare crotch, and not to be left the only one clothed, removed his shirt, and in one motion more dropped his pants revealing the stiffness which had tented his pants. He pressed up against Jaime's lower back, reminding her that she had another object to play with. She smiled at his eagerness, turning around to appraise his engorged cock with her hands and eyes. Unlike with Eric, Jaime must have sensed that the Surfer wasn't interested in savoring the moment. She authoritative pumped his cock with her hand. She began to kneel down in front of him, but the person behind the camera must have motioned to stop as all three of them suddenly looked towards the lenses.

New instructions received, the trio walked over to the side where a queen size mattress was set up on the floor. The camera jostled a bit as it was repositioned reminding me again that this was intended to be seen, that it wasn't some sleazy video made from a hidden camera, Jaime was performing, she knew perfectly well what was going on, as evidenced by how quickly she dropped onto her knees in front of both of the men standing at the edge of the mattress. The Surfer helped her select whom to handle first by placing his hand behind her head and guiding her face to his cock. Jaime accepted his lead, wrapping her sweet lips onto his cock, sliding him slowly into her mouth. The Surfer breathed out his pleasure, watching intently as the beauty before him engulfed his shaft.

Eyes closed she took him more than halfway into her mouth. She wasted no time on tricks or games, bobbing her head en steadily, pumping his cock in and out of her mouth. The exaggerated expressions on his face proved how skilled she was at this task. But I was already aware of that, the remembrance causing me to shed any previous restraint as I snuck a hand down my pants to feel my pulsating member. I couldn't believe that the scene before me could make me so aroused, but it did, and as I continued to watch Jaime move from one cock to the next, sucking on one while stroking the other, any jealousy or rage was placed towards the back of my mind, or maybe those were the qualities that turned me on so much.