Joanna and Her Lovers Ch. 03

"Mmm, that was lovely," she said quietly — and then, amazingly, the other two applauded. There was no irony there, either. They were simply applauding our very exciting fuck.

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That wasn't the absolute end of the evening. Hugo hadn't come, so Joanna sucked him off and he ejaculated, spectacularly, all over her face. Then Joanna went to clean herself up and when she came back she had a bottle and four glasses with her. We toasted each other in brandy and sat naked together for a long time, chatting.

We stayed late — I didn't want to go home, to return to the conventional reality outside. But eventually we left, and I walked back to my flat, trying to make sense of what I'd just been through and how it had changed me.

Because there had been a revelation. I'd discovered that it was possible to share Joanna without jealousy. And that, by any standard, was a considerable achievement — due mostly, I was sure, to Joanna's own sexual courage and determination.

But a small doubt niggled at the back of my mind. Joanna had been delightful — there was no other word for it — but at times she'd seemed, well, driven. I wondered how the cocaine had affected her — if that had been the driving force. But I'd seen no obvious change in her, except perhaps for a certain brightness in the eyes — and a wildness maybe; a certain greed for pleasure.

And I wondered how I fitted into all this. I'd certainly been awkward and embarrassed at the beginning of the evening — not an obvious candidate for participation in an orgy by any means. Why had she been so keen for me to be there — and why had she persevered in the face of my initial refusal? Had she seen me as a challenge maybe — or had she, perhaps, deliberately wanted to shock me?

As I said, these thoughts were hardly conscious. They were just at the back of my mind. But I was to learn a few months later that not everything was sweetness and light in Joanna's world. What I'd faintly sensed in the undertow was there. There was considerably more to this new Joanna than met the unwary eye.

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To be continued