Jennifer Too Pt. 02

It was as ready as it was going to get. "Roll over." I told her. She did as I asked.

The sound of the lube, the squirting sound of a nearly empty ketchup bottle, caused her to moan again. I covered my dick in the slippery gel and then, using my finger, pressed it into her ass. She fought it but I was insistent. I wouldn't be like this sober. I would give up afraid I would hurt her. I needed encouragement. "Fuck my ass, baby. Get me ready to take two fat dicks. I want to get fucked by two fat dicks." That was all the encouragement I needed.

She gasped when I pressed the head of my cock to her asshole. I had to use a finger again but the second time I tried my dick she took it. The head was the hardest part. She groaned and gripped the wooden slats. She pulled so firmly she pulled herself across the mattress. I followed and slowly pressed myself inside of her.

I barely moved in her and she cried out. I was tender. I was barely half way. She cried out again. I pulled slightly back. "Don't! Don't stop." She cried. I pressed myself back into her. "Give it to me!" she growled and gripping her hips I did. I thrust my cock into her ass.

It wasn't really fucking, it was more rocking but it was enough. She was spouting profanities in random order. "Fuck. Cock. Dick. Cunt." I came and filled her ass but held myself in, rocking my hips against her ass. She managed to release one of the slats and pressed her fingers into her cunt. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," she chanted and I tried. Her ass gripped me like a fist and I pushed as best as I could with her ass slapping against my hips.

"AHHHHHH FUCK YEAH." She spat the words like venom. I yanked myself free of her and she growled again.

I lay beside her, stroking her back and her deliciously round ass cheek. I traced the tan line left by her bikini. She didn't move except to collapse her hips down onto the mattress. Her hand was still in place, trapped beneath her and the gentle humming sound she made indicated she was still lightly touching herself.

It was dark outside when I woke. I must have taken a nap. I suspected she had already gotten out of bed, gotten dressed, and begun some sort of house cleaning. I still thought it was worth checking and before craning my neck to look moved my hand slowly to her side of the bed. It landed on her shin. I took hold of the soft flesh and firm bone. I opened my eyes enough to look up. She was sitting Indian style looking down at me.

"I had a lesbian affair in college," she said gently. If that wasn't enough to get me to sit up I needed to see a doctor.

"Molly?" I said groggily. She answered with a shy smile.

"Do you still have cigarettes hidden some place?" I asked.

"No!" she said, looking at me like I was crazy. We had "quit" years ago. She hid her secret stash from me because I was nowhere near as strong a person as she was.

"Do you want one?" I asked

"Desperately!"

"Wine?"

"I'm drinking beer," she held a bottle of Dos Equis up to demonstrate.

I again had to fight my way out of bed. I pulled on boxers. She had already put on a swimsuit cover-up. I liked that I could see through it. We moved to the patio set beside the pool. Though dark it was still warm out. She set a pack of cigarettes and an ashtray on the table. I set two beers beside it.

I had met Molly once. She had been in town and we ate Mexican food. It was more awkward than a joyful reunion and I sat quietly while we talked. I will admit I walked away thinking she was a beautiful woman hiding beneath boxy manish clothing and ugly oversized glasses.

"It wasn't much of an affair really. I mean, when you look back on it, all those relationships seemed so ridiculous. We thought we were these bold adult people - having sex, smoking pot, drinking and getting drunk - but really, when you compare what sex is like now, it was crazy. We wasted all those years when we were hot." I smiled at her. I knew just what she meant. "I'd known Molly in high school. We roomed for two years. We both had boyfriends. One night I was lying in my bunk awake when the beds started shaking, you know what I mean? I mentioned something. I think I asked what she was doing. The next thing you know she had climbed up into my bed."

We were quiet for a time before she started again. "We had no idea what we were doing. We kissed mostly. Just like with boys, you know? Mostly we made out. We made out a lot though. For a while it was every night. We would make out after we got home from dates with guys. We thought we were so bad. I think it was a week before she even touched my breast. It was all above the clothes for months."

"How long did it go on?"

"The making out part and touching over the clothes part? I don't know, most of the semester."

"But that was all it was."

"No."

I let her answer just sit there, leaving it to her to continue. It took most of that bottle of beer before she went on. "I read back then too. You know, my dirty stories. It was so hard to get a hold of them! I guess you could order them but there was no internet. I found Anise Nin in the library. It put ideas in my head. I'm empty."

I fetched two more beers. I was drinking slowly and guzzled down one to start the second. "She didn't want me to take her shirt off. I had to fight her. God, I was adamant. Eventually she let me." I felt like a filthy pervert. I was hard as a rock in my boxers listening to her story about nineteen year old girls. "I loved it. Men, shit, pleasing a man is easy. A penis just sticks out. You play with it until it goes off. Getting a woman off takes work and patience and skill."

"Tell me about it." I teased. She scowled at the interruption.

"She pushed me away at first but god, I guess I assaulted her. I never really thought of it like that until now. Eventually she let me suck on her tit. She moaned when I did."

She took another break, lit another smoke, took another long drink of beer.

"I guess I inspired her because as soon as I was sucking on her tits she touched me. I had only had real sex a couple times at that point. One regular boyfriend and a one-night stand, neither of them had actually touched me. It was the first time anyone touched me with their fingers and really, I think it was the first time I ever had an orgasm from someone else."

"Was that as far as it went?" As much as I was enjoying myself it was hard to hear. I can't really explain it. I guess it was kind of like her telling me about another lover but it was worse. She could talk about an old boyfriend and it never bothered me. Whatever they did, however good it was, I knew we had topped it at one time or another. To hear about a woman was different. I was working with a different kind of tools. A plumber is never going to fix your car properly. I found myself wanting the conversation over and we hadn't even gotten to the "Jennifer Experiment," as I now called Friday night having categorized it as a one-off like the naked spa weekend or the night I made out with my administrative assistant too drunk to even remember it happened.

"No." she answered quietly staring into space. "No. I ate her pussy. I told you I had read about it. I kind of goaded her into trying it. It only happened a couple of times. I mean, I only went down on her a couple of times. As much as she was hesitant to do it she was, god, I don't know, she was a natural at it."

"Molly looked like a lesbian."

"Yeah. She dumped me. I guess she dumped me. When the semester ended she didn't put in a roommate request and even though we lived right next to each other at home, like a block away, I didn't see her all summer and back at school she avoided me. It was funny because when we met up with her, what, two years ago, we talked about it for the first time."

"I don't remember that."

"You were in the restroom, like usual."

"It happens to guys."

"Every restaurant we go to?"

"It had to be a short conversation."

"It was. She asked why I dumped her. I said I didn't, I thought she dumped me. That was as far as the conversation went."

I had to fetch two more beers. Shit, I was drinking way too much. I resolved to stick to diet coke the rest of the week.

"You never told me any of this. I had no idea." I was putting together my thought and was glad she didn't respond until I was ready. "Are these pent up urges you have been hiding all these years? How did they suddenly come up again?"

"Do you think I have been sneaking behind your back with women?" she asked in response.

"Oh god! Have you? I hadn't even thought of that!" Now I was truly terrified because she had chosen this moment to go back to staring into space.

"No, honey. Nothing like that. The furthest I have gone with anyone since we got married was with Tommy. Well, and the other night."

"Tommy?" Christ! I thought. How much was going to come out in one day.

"Yes. You are always there. He likes kissing and squeezing my boobs." She was gentle and reassuring. She was also very pretty and she was looking at me again.

"And the other night." I said quietly.

"Yeah. The other night... and the other morning."

"Yesterday morning?"

"Do you have a beer? Get a beer. I want you to be prepared to just sit there. This is going to be really hard. Really hard."

I didn't budge.

"Go. Get me one."

I did as she asked and sat down. I lit a cigarette with the understanding I was going to have to buy a pack in the morning. I prepared myself to be broken up with. People always say it came out of no-where but in reality in the moments before the words came out of their mouth you know. I knew.

"So yeah. When she picked me up - you saw her - she was gorgeous. I couldn't help it. I had been thinking about it all night. I remembered instantly what it felt like to have a woman touch me and to touch a woman. She is so pretty and so smart. I fell for her the minute she sat down. We giggled at you. We knew you were scared. It was just such dumb luck that you ended up asking her out. You are so clueless at times." At least she was smiling about me.

"I hated her name was Jennifer. You know I hate being a Jennifer. Everywhere you go there is another Jennifer. She sat down beside me and that was the first thing out of her mouth. She hated being a Jennifer. We were friends from that point on."

Okay, nothing too bad so far.

"I picked up on it instantly. I think it was the way she looked at me. She looked at me like a man. I was showing some serious cleavage and you all liked it. Tommy liked it. Women look at your tits with suspicion. Lesbians look at them like men. I knew she was thinking about them and when I asked about her ex-husband and she called her Ex her partner I knew."

"And she asked for your panties?" I didn't want to sound jealous but I knew I did.

"Shh." She stopped me. She took a chance to take another drink and I lit another cigarette. "I think Tommy was the one who said something. We were teasing you about bringing a date. He asked me something about kissing a girl and liking it, like the Kary Perry song. Jen leaned in right after and asked if he was right and I told her yes but it had been a long time ago. She suggested the bathroom. She locked the door behind us. She kissed me. God, did she kiss me." She looked away again but only for a moment. "She asked me for my panties and I gave them to her. She asked if I would share anything else. I knew what she meant. I asked if she meant you. She said yes and I told her only if it meant both of us. We are a package deal."

I knew all this... or most of this... I knew it led to what happened.

"When she picked me up the next morning she wanted to talk. You know I didn't want to talk. That's not me. She said she didn't want to work out, not after the night before. She suggested Bloody Mary's at her house. She had a lot to say. She had been with boys, then met a woman, then was with her for years, then she was alone again and she tried to date women and it didn't seem right but she felt pressured because all of her friends were lesbians and she didn't even know if men liked her anymore and then you started to pick up on her. By the way, stop picking up strange women, asshole. She doesn't really know what she wants or what to do next and I was going nuts with all the feelings and emotions so I shut her up the way I shut you up."

"A blow job?"

"Yes, well, no, the same principal I guess. Shut up. I'm about finished." She was crying.

"So yes, I cheated on you but you kind of caused it and I am so scared. I am so scared because I want her so much but I don't want to lose you. I worry that if I tell her yes you will leave me because I am a cheating bitch but if I tell her no I will resent you and you know how that goes. You remember how that was back when things were shitty for us and that girl wanted you and I know you loved me and stayed with me and I don't believe you slept with her but you resented me for so long and I don't know, things are so good and god damn it why did you have to go and pick up on her."

"I kissed her." I said. I have no idea why.

"Jennifer?"

"No. Yes, I kissed Jennifer. I mean that girl. Melissa. Way back when. I kissed her. I don't even remember doing it. I was shit faced. You know the night I mean. The truck got towed when I left it in Scottsdale overnight. I only know I kissed her because Marty told me I did. I guess I kissed her, but that was as far as it went."

"Asshole."

"So Jennifer, she wants to see you again. She wants to, what? Date you?" I asked. If anything I was more confused.

"No." Now she was the one chain smoking. I felt relief, at least some small relief; I didn't think I was getting broken up with. "I don't think she wants to date me at all," she said.

"Just sleep with you?"

"I don't know that she even wants to sleep with me that much."

"Oh."

"Jesus, Peter, you are dense." Her look was one of exasperation. "She wants to date you. That was what she asked me. I go over to her house after fucking her all night and then fuck her some more and then when she drops me off she is like, 'Can I fuck your husband?'"

I took her hand. I hated to see her cry. I mean, part of me appreciated it. She didn't do this very often, most of the time I had to guess what she was thinking or feeling and I did appreciate when she actually worked up the nerve to just tell me. I still didn't like it when she cried.

"Well it sounds pretty simple. We just don't see her anymore."

"You're sweet." She said, patting my hand.

"Really. It was fun but it's not worth it if it makes you feel like this."

"Oh, Peter. How do I say this..." She gripped my hand firmly in hers. "I want to feel like this. I want to get worked up and feel this scared to lose you and to feel all excited to see her and its painful and wonderful and you think I'm an idiot."

"I don't think you're in idiot." I said. "We can think about it. We can give it a few days. I will make sure I don't meet her in the mornings and you can make sure you don't wander over to her place and accidentally fall into bed with her. By Friday we will see how we feel." I was trying to be sweet and funny.

She was putting herself back together again. She had wiped away the tears and was working to get her breathing back to normal. "That's not going to work."

"Sure it will."

"No. You are going to see her before Friday."

"I will work from the Coffee Plantation in the mornings. I promise. I wont see her till Friday."

"So sweet and smart and still so stupid," she said.

"How so?"

"She's inside."

"All this time?"

"No, she just got here a little while ago. See. The bedroom light is on. That was the signal."

"I feel like I am being used." I teased her, at least I think I was teasing. It was kind of true. Confusion, fear, doubt, and anxiety washed away in a second with the realization that Jenny was there. This was going to take some deep thought and serious consideration.

"You are going to need Viagra."

"I think so." Deep though, serious consideration, and pharmacological assistance.

The woman was laid out on our bed. She had centered herself between my side and Jennifer's and I admired her diplomacy. She was in a small black negligee that though barely long enough to cover her juicy bits was still slit high up her hip and looking down at her I decided that place on her hip, its highest point just before her body narrows beneath her ribcage was possibly my favorite part.

"I hope you don't mind, I made myself comfortable."

"I like your negligée."

"I'm glad, it's new." When I went to kiss her she pushed me away and sent me to brush my teeth. It was good she did. I wouldn't buy a pack of cigarettes. I returned to her and kissed her again and she kissed back.

I had approached her sure I was going to be a disappointment. I couldn't imagine I had anything left and was certain my friend down there was going to leave me on the sidelines but kissing her I found what they say about the more you get the more you can give is entirely true. My Urologist was going to be impressed.

We didn't mess with the extras. She tugged me free of my boxers. Her negligee did not interfere with my access.

"It seems silly to ask now, after the other night, but should I be wearing... do we need condoms."

"We probably should, but I have only slept with one woman in nine years," she said.

"Me too." I giggled then mouthed at her nipple through the sheer material.

"Make love to me, Peter."

I looked over my shoulder. I didn't know where Jennifer was but she knew what I was doing, this was perhaps part of her plan.

The woman felt delightful, inside and out. She was playful. Her hands were soft, her body, contrastingly small and light compared to what I was familiar with was a treat. She was that favorite dessert you allow yourself once a year, she was a cannoli or bread pudding. For some reason I find pudding very sensual, I think it's the texture. Thinking about pudding put me over the edge. I moaned gently when I came inside of her.

Jennifer joined us. Jenny rolled me over, never letting me slip free, and I watched as the women kissed and touched each other as she moved slowly on top of me. Jenny grew close to her orgasm and Jennifer pulled her over the edge with a strategically placed finger. I was amazed by how the woman's pussy gripped and pulsed around my cock.

One and half was all I had in me. I had to content myself by watching the women pleasure each other. I touched what I could touch and kissed whom I could kiss when the opportunity presented itself.

The grand finale was the poor woman, on her back, her legs spread, a breast in each of our mouths as Jennifer and I each teased at her slick wet lips and clit with our fingers until she was singing a chant of "Oh god, Oh God," repeatedly in the dark room. We were collapsed in a pile of bare flesh when we heard the front door.

"Crap!" one of the women called out. I sprang to my feet, retrieved the comforter from the floor and tossed it over us. Jenny buried herself beneath the blanket. I mentioned quietly the low chances of him popping his head in. Naturally that is what the young man did.

He needed cash or a check for some extracurricular. I told him to remind me in the morning.

"Goodnight, sickos!" he called out.

"'Night, son!" I called back. He pulled our door closed.

"Does he know?" Jenny whispered. She had been sucking my half hard cock the whole time. She thought she was cute. She was right.

"No. He always calls us sickos."

"I should go." Jenny said.

"You can't now. You have to wait till he is locked away in his room. He always makes something to eat." Jennifer answered.

"Is this a plot just to keep me trapped here for your sexual gratification?" Jenny teased.

"What if it is?" I asked back.

"Then I better get to work."