Joanna and Her Lovers Ch. 02

As a lawyer, Hugo knew exactly what I was doing. "You don't have to cross-examine me, Toby," he said. "I mean, take it or leave it. It's up to you. But of course we took our clothes off."

"And how did you feel," I went on, "stripping off for action in front of this Francis?"

Hugo looked puzzled. "Well, it was nothing much," he said. "It was just like being in the changing rooms for rugger. Anyway, I was looking at Joanna most of the time. I expect he was too."

I'd reached a point of mounting hilarity now. (After all, I'd drunk as much wine as Hugo.) I didn't try to hide my scepticism. "Tell me about the mechanics of this act, then," I challenged him. "I mean, to put it bluntly, who put his thing in which hole?"

Hugo blushed. "Well," he said, "Francis was the tallest, so he lay down on the chaise longue with his cock sticking up, and Joanna climbed on - "

"There was no foreplay then?" I interjected. "No fondling of parts? No kissing even?"

"Not much," said Hugo. "She got a bit frisky with us to begin with - to ... er ... stiffen us up, you know. And she was laughing and giggling quite a lot - we all were. From nerves, I think, mostly. But we pretty well got right down to it. It was all a bit clinical to tell the truth - when we actually got started on what she wanted to do. Though Joanna did get herself ready. She had something-or-other in a bottle. She, you know, slathered it on, front and back."

"OK," I said, "so Francis is lying there with his prick sticking up ..."

"... and Joanna straddled him," said Hugo. "And impaled her pussy on his cock. You know, what do they call it? - Cowgirl style."

"And then?"

"She lay down on top of him on her front," he said, "with his cock still up her. And I climbed on from behind and stuck my cock up her arse."

"It sounds rather awkward," I observed mildly.

"Yes, it was," admitted Hugo. "Not really comfortable at all."

I felt ready for my clincher - the question that would explode his whole farrago of lies.

"And how," I asked him, "did you feel about having your own member in such close proximity to another man's penis?"

Hugo blushed some more. "Well, it was a bit tight," he admitted. "And we couldn't really look each other in the eye when we'd finished, Francis and I. I mean, it was embarrassing. "

"Did anybody come?" I asked. "Were there orgasms?"

"I'm pretty sure Joanna had one," he said, "but Francis and I didn't. No. Not then. But she sucked us both off afterwards," he added. "So that was OK."

I put both hands flat on the table and looked him in the eye. "I don't believe a word of it," I told him.

Hugo shrugged. He looked offended. "Please yourself," he said.

And at that point my scepticism transmuted into anger. I was fed up with this silly game. I stood up abruptly and told him I was leaving.

"But," asked Hugo, "are you going to come to Joanna's next party? She wants you to."

"I don't believe in the parties either," I told him. "So, no, of course I'm bloody not."

I slammed straight out of there, leaving Hugo to pay the bill. If he was going to have fun at my expense, I thought, he could bloody well pay for it.

*****

Two days later I got a phone call from Joanna. Although we hadn't spoken for so long, I recognised her voice immediately.

"I'm having a dinner party next Saturday night," she said, crisply. "Eight o'clock sharp. Will you come?"

I thought about it for maybe fifteen seconds. Then:

"Yes," I said, "I'll be there."

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To be continued