Creative Writing Ch. 03

John Carter was beginning to put two and two together. The day he drove past his wife's house...the wife he was currently separated from at her behest...and saw a familiar car in the driveway started his quest for the truth. The car belonged to Danica, a former student in his high school English class and a current student in his creative writing class at the community center. She was in college now and visited him frequently before his marital troubles surfaced several weeks earlier.

Her car in the driveway was puzzling. John knew his wife, Cheryl, was working at the time. Danica also knew John would not be there. So why was she there?

This past weekend added to the mystery. Both Danica and Cheryl were gone, without leaving John a clue as to their whereabouts. Neither returned his text messages. His only logical conclusion? They were together.

That possibility had to be explored in more detail and, if true, exploited. John Carter was not a spiteful man. He was not violent by nature. He did not hate his wife. However, Cheryl had made his life quite uncomfortable recently and this, perhaps, was John's opportunity to even the score.

It was Tuesday evening. John sat in the family room with Cheryl during a meeting he requested and the tension between them was palpable.

"I saw Danica's car here the other day," John said calmly in the middle of a mundane conversation.

Cheryl thought for a moment and replied, "She planted flowers in the afternoon. Then stayed for dinner."

"How nice," John said dryly. "You've been seeing a lot of her?"

"Just that day. She came a day or two before that to bring you some papers she was working on. She didn't know you were gone."

"But you told her," John said. "And she offered to plant flowers while you were at work. You offered dinner. Then you talked some more and one of you thought it would be nice to spend the weekend together somewhere...alone."

Cheryl fidgeted on the couch. Her lips trembled as her mind raced.

John said, "Was it good? The sex?"

Cheryl's face was pale. She answered, "We didn't have sex."

"I think I know Danica. You had sex or she wouldn't have gone."

Cheryl said harshly, "Oh? You know her that well? How often have you fucked her?"

"So, you spend the weekend having sex with a college girl you hardly know," John said. "She could have just as easily been an axe murderer."

"I'm not used to kindness," Cheryl replied. "It was very nice being treated humanely."

"But how was the sex?"

The color was back in Cheryl's face.

"It was fantastic," she nearly shouted. "Best I've had in, oh, fifteen years."

John did not need the reference explained to him. It was, in fact, the same reasoning that attracted him to Danica in the first place. But now he had his ammunition.

He stood and circled the couch Cheryl sat on, ending up almost directly behind her. She looked over her shoulder.

John said, "I could take her from you with one phone call."

A long silence followed. Cheryl finally said, "Don't hurt me any more than you already have, John."

"You need to delve into your lesbian side for a while. I get that, Cheryl. Just understand that I have the ability to stop it at any time."

"What do you want from me?"

This time John paused. He leaned on the back of the couch and said, "I want what you refused to give for fifteen years. Under my terms and conditions."

"And what would those be?" Cheryl asked.

She flinched when his hands landed on the back of her neck and shoulders. John massaged her for a moment.

"You may disagree, but I don't believe our marriage is lost," he told her. "Apparently you have been questioning your sexuality. I'm glad. I think you may find that you like both men and women. I'd like to consider that theory and see if we can prove or disprove it."

"How?"

John removed his hands from her shoulders and walked back around the couch, slumping into his chair across from it.

"If you are bored with me for some reason, perhaps another man...you know, a change of scenery...would help," he said.

Cheryl fiddled with a pillow next to her and replied, "You have someone in mind?"

"I do."

Following a long pause, Cheryl said, "But I have to be able to see Danica, too."

"Absolutely. Consider this a two-way street."

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Cheryl was not sure how to feel. Was John being too condescending? Was he on to something she was afraid to admit herself? What was his real objective?

She needed to talk to Danica. That opportunity came a couple days later.

"You mean he's blackmailing you?" Danica asked Cheryl after hearing the details of John's visit.

"I'm not sure I'd put it exactly that way," Cheryl replied. "But what can I do? I want to keep seeing you, Danica. I'll do anything to keep seeing you."

"I wonder what's in it for him?" Danica asked. "I mean, it's obvious he wants to use me as the bait, but what does he want in the long run?"

Cheryl said, "Maybe we're overthinking it. It's possible he actually wants to save the marriage, I suppose. He must think he can get something out of it by allowing me to keep seeing you. Whatever. As long as I have you."

Danica grinned. "Did he say anything more about this 'other man'? How do you feel about that?"

Cheryl tilted her head as if to shrug and said, "I'm not sure, yet. I'm not totally against it. I guess it depends on the circumstances. How it happens, I mean."

"Yeah. It could actually be fun."

"I know," Cheryl said with a wry smile.

John already knew who the 'other man' would be. Ted Lane was principal of the high school John taught at. A very fit and good-looking man in his late forties, Ted Lane was known for attracting the attention of female teachers and returning that attention to some...especially the young ones. It was that behavior that triggered his divorce. By including Ted in his plans, John saw one huge advantage: job security. The trick would be getting Ted to agree, which John would have bet the ranch on if he was a betting man.

They met in Ted's office. Unless the school's rumor mill had spread the story all the way to Ted, he was unaware of John's separation from Cheryl. Being summer with school out, John was fairly confident Ted was ignorant of the fact.

"How's the summer going?" Ted asked, leaning back in his plush chair.

"Good," John said, "I'm doing my creative writing class again this summer. I have some good students, too, which is not always the case."

"So, it's a younger crowd," Ted chuckled.

"Well, somewhat," John admitted. "Do you remember Danica Edwards? She graduated two or three years ago. Short hair. Cute."

Ted shook his head. "Not really. Must not have got into too much trouble."

"No. No at school, anyway," John said. "She's in my class. Good writer."

Ted looked at John and said, "You messing around with her? Cheryl won't be happy."

"That's not the question," John replied. "The question is: Would YOU mess around with her?"

Ted smiled. "Throw in Cheryl and I would."

"That's exactly what I wanted to hear. If I set up an evening or weekend afternoon with the four of us, you'd be interested?"

"Will they know it's me coming to the party?" Ted asked.

"You'll be a surprise guest. But I can guarantee this: Whatever you say, goes. They will obey."

"My kind of women. Count me in."

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Cheryl's thoughts were entirely on John's proposition to her, which she had no recourse but to accept. She hated to admit it, but John was probably right. She was not exclusively a lesbian. The right man, in the right setting, was still an arousing idea. Yes, she would even take John back if the rut they were in could be broken, as long as Danica was somehow involved.

She wondered who the mystery man was. Certainly, it had to be somebody outside the family. She scoured her memory for anybody they both knew. She could not think of any male teachers at the high school that John knew well enough to engage in such a scheme. John did not know any of her co-workers. She gave up, considering it a fruitless waste of time and energy. Anyway, she would find out soon enough.

John, Cheryl, and Danica agreed on a date and time they could meet and John then confirmed Ted's availability. John was intent on keeping Ted's identity a secret, which obviously worked on the chosen date when Cheryl opened the door of her house to let him in.

"Ted!" she exclaimed. "What a nice surprise. Come in."

"Hello, Cheryl," Ted said, stepping inside. "You look great, as usual."

"Thank you," the somewhat shaken woman replied.

Like nearly every woman who ever saw Ted, Cheryl admired his Bond-like manner, looks, and body. He was more than half a foot taller than her and that put his broad shoulders about at her eye level. She felt like a kid on Christmas morning while they walked into the family room.

Danica and John were on the couch. Ted approached the girl and introduced himself, although she recognized him immediately. Danica addressed him by his last name and was quickly instructed by Ted to use his first. As he sat, Cheryl retreated to the kitchen to get snacks.

'Holy shit,' she thought to herself. She had not included Ted in her mental inventory of possible candidates partly because she always considered Ted out of her reach. She knew about his reputation from John's comments throughout the years. But it made sense. John was using herself and Danica as means to ensure his continued employment. Cheryl did not know how Danica felt, but she, for one, was all in.

Once they were all together again in the family room, John watched Ted closely to get a feel for which of the women he was most interested in. The way in which Ted eyed both Cheryl and Danica made it impossible for John to figure it out. It appeared Ted was mentally visualizing each of them naked, so John took solace in the thought that, if Ted wanted them both, he would be doubly satisfied.

As people moved to and from the kitchen, seating arrangements changed until Danica was next to Ted on the couch. Her well-tanned legs extended from her tight shorts. A sheer blouse, unbuttoned to nearly her breasts, gave hints of a black bra. Ted's eyes wandered there often.

"How did you come to know John and Cheryl?" Ted asked Danica, already knowing half of the answer.

"Well, of course, I had Mr. Carter...I mean, John...in English," Danica told him. "Then I saw he was teaching a creative writing class in the evenings. I signed up right away. I want to learn so much more about writing."

"And Cheryl?" Ted asked.

The girl hesitated for only a second. "I came over one day to drop off a story I was working on for John. I met Cheryl and we talked. We've been friends ever since."

Ted smiled at what he knew was the Cliff Notes version of THAT story. He understood completely if Cheryl had been seduced by the sweet teen with large eyes and luscious body. Now he faced the likelihood of having both women in one evening. Before that happened, however, he would ask for confirmation of his suspicions, which John had only hinted at in their prior meeting.

Ted looked at Danica, put a hand on her thigh, and said, "I think you and Cheryl are more than friends."

Danica only shrugged.

"And if you aren't, it's time to start," Ted continued. "John and I would love to watch. Why don't you and Cheryl undress each other now and we'll see just how much you like each other."

Danica looked at Cheryl. Cheryl looked at John. His barely discernible nod prompted her to stand. Danica joined her in the middle of the room, where they stood inches apart.

"Kiss her, Cheryl," Ted demanded.

She would have anyway. What Ted may not have anticipated was that both women hid enjoyment in the prospect of what would soon follow. Danica was the first to move, leaning into Cheryl and bringing their lips together. Their hands began to wander, fondling each other as if no one else was in the room.

But John and Ted WERE in the room, and Ted, in particular, was stirred by the embrace of the two women. He watched Cheryl begin to unbutton Danica's blouse. The black bra came into full view when Cheryl finished, opened the shirt, and pulled it down Danica's arms. Danica quickly lifted off Cheryl's shirt and Ted felt his cock begin to harden.

John was, perhaps, a little less surprised at the ease with which the women stripped each other. He surmised this was not the first time it happened and that heightened the pleasure he was getting out of it. Whatever Ted had in mind; these girls were going to be up to the challenge.

Soon, they stood in just their bras and panties. As each bra was being removed, Ted grew bolder in massaging his cock through his pants. When Cheryl and Danica were topless, Ted unzipped his pants and withdrew his hard cock. He stroked it while Danica pulled down Cheryl's panties, licking the area around her pussy before standing. The scene was repeated by Cheryl and both women were naked.

They hugged each other tightly and commenced a long, hard, passionate kiss. Danica then whispered into Cheryl's ear, who smiled in response. The women separated and walked directly to Ted. Danica bent over him, pulled his shorts down his legs, and then removed his shoes. Cheryl quickly removed his underwear. With his cock pointing to the ceiling, the women got on their knees on either side of his legs.

Danica was the first to get her mouth to the raging hard-on. Her tongue slid up one side, joined rapidly on the other by Cheryl's. Ted leaned back, savoring the sensation of each mouth taking its turn providing him with pleasure he had never felt before. If Danica was sucking on his cock, Cheryl was licking his balls. They swapped seamlessly as if they had done this a hundred times.

Ted took off his shirt about the same time John was pulling off his pants. It did not go unnoticed by Cheryl that John was stripping. Still, she never took her attention away from Ted's thick cock. A moment later, Danica climbed onto the couch and lowered one of her breasts to Ted's welcoming mouth. He held it with one hand while eagerly sucking on the nipple and surrounding flesh. His other hand moved to her ass, clutching at her cheek.

John was the last to get naked, but he was determined not to be left out. He moved behind Cheryl with his erection pointing the way. She felt his hands on her ass, softly massaging her cheeks. She sucked Ted's cock a little faster while waiting for John, who was sliding his cock up and down the crack of her ass. Cheryl spread her legs when she felt John position his cock between the moist, pink flaps of her pussy. She felt it begin to slide in slowly, inch by inch, until John's body hit her ass. John grabbed Cheryl by the waist and began to fuck her.

Danica moved up so that she straddled Ted's face and he was eagerly lapping at her clit with his tongue. He pulled her closer and wrapped his lips around her clit. A moment later he was driving his tongue deep into her pussy.

The slapping of John's thighs against Cheryl's ass gave a steady rhythm to the proceedings. A few moans mixed in, along with encouraging words mumbled to no one in particular. Cheryl's hair flapped as the intensity of her blowjob increased. John grasped her tits while he took out years of frustration on her pussy; at the same time gazing up at Danica's ass while Ted ate her.

It did not surprise John that Danica was the first to announce her orgasm with a series of groans. Ted quickly followed, filling Cheryl's mouth until it overflowed. The husband and wife came together. John drove Cheryl up against Ted's body with the force of his penetrations, several loads of cum emptying into her pussy. Cheryl rubbed her clit the best she could to finish her own climax.

***

In the days following that first encounter, the four participants had strikingly similar views. Danica, of course, was in heaven. The more the merrier was pretty much her outlook on life, so group sex was right up her alley. Cheryl was, probably, the least enthusiastic about it at first, but considering her wish to please John in order to keep seeing Danica did not leave her many options. Truth be told, she enjoyed the evening as much as anybody. John got the sex with Cheryl he had longed for and as long as Danica was still available to him, he was fine. Ted was likely the biggest winner. Always the control freak, he now had access to two women—one of which would have sex with him under any circumstances and one who knew she had to.

"I thought it went pretty well, wouldn't you say?" Ted asked John the first time they talked after the mini orgy. "I mean, Danica is quite the little whore. What a body. And Cheryl looked great, too; not to mention what she can do with her mouth. I'd give anything to fuck her if you and her would agree, of course."

John smiled. "I'd pay to see it. Right now, I'm not sure Cheryl is in any position NOT to agree. I'll arrange it and let you know."

Cheryl was already fantasizing about being with Ted when John informed her of his desire for the same. The fact John would be watching only heightened Cheryl's interest.

With all the arrangements made, all that was left to do, in Cheryl's mind, was contemplate how it might play out. John made it clear to her that Ted had the final say. Still, she trusted the two men and was more than keen for the night to come.

When it finally did, Cheryl wore the tightest, shortest dress she owned. As soon as she let Ted into the house when he arrived, she closed the door and let him embrace her, feeling his hands quickly begin to explore her entire body while they kissed. She could have fucked him on the spot, but knew better than to press the matter. They walked into the family room, where John waited with a knowing smile on his face.

'This is going to be good,' he said to himself.

John enjoyed watching his wife flirt with Ted as soon as they were all together. This was, obviously, so unlike the woman he knew for the past several years that it was like observing a different person. She flaunted her legs while sitting near him and leaned in such a way that her breasts threatened to fall from the plunging neckline of her dress. She was not bashful about joining in on the coarse descriptions of events that happened the last time they were together and, more than once, ran her hand across Ted's crotch.

Nearly an hour of laughing and drinking passed before Ted and Cheryl decided the preliminaries were over. Cheryl walked up to Ted and climbed onto the couch so that her knees straddled his legs. The dress rose nearly to her waist and Ted completed the job by lifting it with both hands and gripping her ass, which was scarcely covered in a narrow pair of panties.

His attention quickly shifted to her tits, just inches from his face. Cheryl assisted by lowering the straps of her dress down her arms, exposing the breasts even more. Ted pulled the dress from the front until it fell and collected in his lap. With the tits revealed, he leaned into her and put one in his mouth, sucking and licking the nipple until Cheryl moaned with approval.

John stroked his cock, a more than willing witness to the proceedings, knowing his time would come. Cheryl and Ted's foreplay lasted another minute or two before Cheryl was back on her feet, kicking her dress to the side.

"C'mon, guys," she said, turning towards the hallway. "Time to play."

Their eyes locked onto her ass while Cheryl led them into the bedroom. She plopped down onto the bed, facing them while lying sideways, with her head resting in the palm of her hand.

"Get naked," she demanded.

Ted was already doing just that. John was not far behind and, once completed, he moved to a chair in the corner. Ted climbed onto the bed, his erection signaling his endorsement of Cheryl's plan. Even before she could finish rolling onto her back, Ted was yanking off her panties. She smiled as he crawled up between her legs and stretched out, his face moving closer and closer to her pussy.