V
Darlene
The following is a work of fiction. It is not intended to be read by anyone not legally entitled to do so nor by anyone offended by common gendered sexual activity. Comments and constructive criticism to: Woodrow_h@hotmail.com.
The drive home was uneventful. Even after I crossed Western ave. and the boy whores waved at me, I paid no attention. I was deep in my own thoughts. Get hold of yourself Harrison, I thought. What the hell is this anyway? You've got a lovely girlfriend in Monica, a willing and horny client in Vikki, what the hell was I doing fucking around with guys? Sure, I liked Sam, he was a nice guy who just happened to be gay. But we could hang out without me fucking him couldn't we?
Stein and Lipshitz were nothing to me, just a couple of guys I'd had sex with and would quickly forget when this gig was over. Or were they? What the fuck had I become in the last 24 hours? I'd fucked a client, kissed her husband, been blown by his best client, then blown a bunch of faceless nameless men, and fallen for a guy half my age and screwed him in the ass! How fucked up can you get?
At least, I consoled myself, I'd discovered that Morris Stein wasn't plowing Darlene Lipshitz. He'd been plowing her hubby! Somehow I didn't think that intelligence was going to sit well with her. It was what she'd commissioned me to find out, but it just wasn't enough. I thought I had to somehow completely vindicate Darlene.
Monday to Thursday I worked on my caseloads. I was tempted to just write the case on Mo and Darlene and send it to Vikki with my bill, but something made me not do it. A great deal had changed here and I just wasn't comfortable giving it up. There were things I was learning about myself from this that I felt curious and repulsed by. Was I really gay and just finding it out? The memory of sitting in a stall taking on every anonymous cock that came through a glory hole made me feel ashamed of myself. That wasn't love; not gay or any other kind. It was raw lust.
I'd not called Sam, but I dreamed of him often, shirt off, burning under the sun, those magnificent muscles turning brown from its rays. I guess I'd admired the bodies of athletes during my life, but never associated it with sexual attraction. Maybe I viewed them as what I might be if I gave it the effort.
Friday morning I called Monica and begged off our usual luncheon date. She seemed disappointed, but then she's broken her share of dates due to business over the years, so was understanding. I guess that's what I like about our relationship; it's flexible, with rubber bands rather than strings.
I took the Eden's expressway to the Tri-State tollway and in about an hour, found myself in Winnetka. It's a beautiful town with grand homes on large estate sized lots. The whole area is redolent of money.
I found the Lipshitz home and parked down the street. Calling Vikki's cell phone number, I caught her at home. I explained that I was watching Darlene's house and intended to follow her. My cover was to be that I had an appointment with a Mrs. Stein and had misplaced the directions to her home. That would explain why a stranger was parked in the street should a prowling cop decide to hassle me. Vikki agreed and said that if it were possible she'd really like me to come over when I could see my way clear. Remembering last Friday, I was tempted, but ended up telling her I'd call if it looked possible.
I'd been sitting there for almost a half hour when the garage door at the Lipshitz' began rising. A red Jaguar pulled out onto the driveway apron, and the mirror image of the picture Vikki had shown me got out of it. Long tanned legs spanned from a skimpy, white tennis-skirt walked briskly back into the garage and reemerged, their owner bearing a tennis racket and a can of balls. I knew from Vikki that they both belonged to the Knollwood Club in nearby Lake Forest, a place I'd be hard put to enter on any pretense. I followed her to the tollway and when she hit the southbound ramp, was reasonably certain that was her destination. A couple of hours to play and then a shower, I figured I had some time for Vikki and called her.
She gave me directions to bring me to her home which was not far from Darlene's, and in a few minutes I was ringing the bell at the door of a very impressive mansion.
She answered the door barefoot, wearing a yellow sweatsuit, a far cry from the chic outfit of last week when she'd visited my humble digs. Equal in contrast was the home itself. Carpeted throughout in deep pile white wool and fitted with furniture that would command a king's ransom, the word "elegant" could hardly do it justice.
No sooner had I entered the foyer and the door closed behind me than Vikki's tongue was tickling my tonsils, her arms wrapped around me tightly. When we finally broke the kiss we were both gasping for air.
"I've been dreaming of you since last week," she said in a husky voice, "I've not had a man in bed with me since."
"Saving yourself for me?" I asked playfully.
"Not to bust your balloon," she said, equally teasing, "but the gardener is on vacation and the Fuller Brush man hasn't called."
"You could always clog a drain and call a plumber."
"You're all the plumber I want right now. I want your 'roto-rooter'."
That was pointed. Vikki wasted about as much time as the guy at the Bijou grabbing cocks at the urinal. Over her head flew the yellow sweatshirt, landing on a nearby chair, and those two ponderous breasts stood forth from her chest in all their glory. She slipped the sweat pants down revealing that magnificent bush that I had tasted last Friday with such enthusiasm. She stood before me naked.
I leaned down to take a nipple between my lips and her breathing became labored. In the same husky voice she commanded me to follow her up the spiral staircase to the second floor. I was beginning to like climbing spiral stairs for what I'd been finding at the top. A wry smile crossed my face, but she couldn't see that as she led me up to her bedroom.
I stripped hurriedly as Vikki turned down the bed. Looking at her heart-shaped behind, I could discern no recognizable tan line. She either was naturally very dark or did some nude sunbathing. I'd figured she was Sephardim, one of those dark skinned Jews of Spain and Portugal when I first saw her, but it's hard to tell for sure. Whatever her origins, she was just plain gorgeous.
"This is not a good thing to do," whispered Ethicos in my ear as the furry thighs began gripping my ears and my mouth burrowed in to the delicious meat of her cunt. "Take me, take all of me" screamed my penis as it disappeared between her eager lips.
Brick hard, I pulled myself from her lips and rammed home into her juicy pussy. She grunted with the force of it. I rammed home, pulled back exiting her and rammed home again, shoving air ahead of the pistoning cock. In fewer than five minutes I was jetting into her, feeling the tightening of her thighs squeezing my back. Her fingernails raked me, she screamed in her ecstacy, and we lay silent in the savor of the moment.
We laid apart, reliving the moment of our mutual enjoyment when I suddenly recalled my real mission here. This was supposed to be business and here I was banging the client. I wondered at where this thing was taking me.
" What about Darlene? What do you figure she thinks about this whole thing? She has to miss all the screwing too doesn't she?"
"Sure she does, and as long as it isn't my hubby filling in, I feel a little sorry for her."
"She's good looking enough to get anyone she wants. Hell! I'd fuck her!
"You'd be a welcome partner for her. She likes a man or a woman who knows what they're doing."
"You mean she's 'BI'". I couldn't imagine that of this suburban type.
"I swing both ways too," laughed Vikki, "I've tasted Darlene's pussy on more than one occasion, and I know what I'm doing."
I was confused. Here was a woman I had just fucked, admitting to me that she'd tasted her adversary's pussy, and blaze' enough about it to just let it pass. What the fuck was I into here?
"You're telling me you've been there and done that?"
"Of course, silly, we haven't much reluctance when it comes to sex. We figure if it feels good, go for it."
I began to wonder how I measured up to a woman when it came to eating pussy. This broad was into everything I'd ever dreamed about in sex and beyond! What could I possibly be to her but a stud? Something to be used like a vibrator and then pitched when the power was gone? I found myself liking Vikki a lot less and her husband a lot more. Well, two could play that game, and I knew how to play it.
"Look," I said, "you're paying me to investigate your hubby. I Know what he's been up to, and it isn't your girlfriend."
Vikki looked genuinely relieved. The big black eyes scanned my face for what was coming. "What's he been up to? she asked.
Suddenly I was embarrassed. How do I tell this woman that her hubby was sucking cock in a theater and porking his client? How do I explain how I gathered this intelligence? I was silent for a moment, then took her hands in mine and stared into her eyes.
"This is going to be a little easier after what you've told me about you and Darlene getting it on."
A look of recognition flashed across her face as her eyes went wide. "You mean Allan and Mo are doing each other?"
I nodded, watching for the well of anger I was sure was coming. It didn't. She broke out in a coarse laugh.
"How did you find out about them?"
Well, there it was. The question I had dreaded. If I told her the truth, I figured she'd throw the money she owed me on the bed in crumpled bills and tell me to get my faggot ass out of her house. I feared her scorn more than anything else. Why I couldn't really say. The broad was nothing to me other than a one-time client and a great piece of ass. The woods are full of both. But somehow I just felt embarrassed at what I'd done and didn't fancy her judgement of me.
In the end I started to wimp out. "Hey! I'm a professional. We have our ways."
"Do you know for sure? Do you have hard evidence that would prove infidelity?"
I was pinned! I'd been hired to uncover infidelity, been successful, and would reasonably be expected to testify in divorce court as to my findings. No way could I deny that I had witnessed them in the act.
"Yes, I saw them." I said resignedly.
"Where?" Her eyes were boring into me now.
I squirmed a bit on the bed, suddenly quite aware of my nakedness. I couldn't remember ever being more uncomfortable. "At Allan's theater, last Saturday." I averted her gaze.
"In front of an audience?"
"Well not exactly..."
"Did you see them through a keyhole? Where were they?"
"The upstairs of the theater has a sort of 'rec room'," I said lamely.
"Mo has told me about that room. Disgusting orgies among men who don't even know each others' names. Were they just by themselves?"
Do I shit or go blind? I blushed a deep crimson and her eyes widened again.
"You did more than just stand there and watch them?"
"I'm afraid so," I said, "suffice to say I know for sure about both of them." I stared at the ceiling, unwilling to face my interrogator.
She burst into laughter. "So Woody had to join the party. That's quite a sense of duty. Tell me, which of us is better, Mo or I?"
I looked at her. She had propped herself up on an elbow and was looking down at me with her eyes twinkling. Rather than shocked at all this, she seemed perversely amused. Needless to say, the last thing in the world I was going to do was answer that.
It was a rhetorical question. I breathed an inner sigh of relief as she reached for the bedside phone and dialed. After a few rings a breathless Darlene answered.
"Dar? It's Vikki. Remember when we were talking a few weeks ago about Mo and Allan?"
"You interrupted a tennis match to ask me that? You knew I'd be playing today. When will I learn to turn this fucking cell phone off?"
"I've found out what's been going on and thought you'd want to know."
There was a momentary silence at the other end of the line. "Do I really want to?"
"I think you'll find it interesting. I want you to hear it from the horse's mouth. Can you blow off your match and come over now?"
"Yeah. You're at home right?"
"Yes. See you in 15?"
"Can I shower there? I've worked up quite a sweat."
"Sure. Come right away."
Oh! Boy! I thought, this could get real sticky. I had no idea how Darlene was going to take this. I felt like throwing on my clothes and skipping out of there.
Vikki clasped her hands at the back of my neck. "I know you're not real comfortable with this, but I need for you to verify this to her. Otherwise she might think I was up to something tricky. I'm not so sure she doesn't have the same idea about Allan and me as I did about her and Mo."
That made sense to me, but I still didn't relish answering more pointed questions about it.
Vikki stood up and looked down at me as I sat on the side of the bed. "Would you feel more comfortable dressed when Darlene gets here? It really wouldn't bother her or me for that matter."
The prospect of greeting a woman I'd never met, nude, and then telling her about her hubby getting it on with his attorney somehow seemed inappropriate, so I dressed hurriedly. I was just tying my shoes when the doorbell rang.
Wearing only the yellow sweat pants, Vikki answered the door. Darlene hardly seemed to notice the bare chest and brushed by her into the foyer.
"So where's this horse with the dope on my husband?" Her voice turned up at the end of the sentence.
I appeared at the top of the stairs as she spoke. She looked up at me, then back at Vikki.
"From the look of you, I'd say you've been exercising the stallion, and from the look of him, I don't blame you."
"What do you want first? The shower or the news?" Vikki took the comment in stride.
"I think the shower. I had quite a workout."
"Use the one off my bedroom. You know where it is. I'll whip us up a little lunch."
I watched Darlene ascend the stairs. As she approached me, she held out her hand. "I'm Darlene Lipshitz."
"Woody Harrison," I replied, "I'm.."
"After my shower we can get better acquainted," she said, brushing past me.
Darlene was every bit as luscious as her photo. Green eyes and thick, blonde, shoulder-length hair topped a slim figure with a sun tan many would die for. She exuded self-confidence, but I wondered what I had to tell her would do to that. It had hardly phased Vikki, but the more I knew of her the more I thought she was cast from hard brass.
I joined Vikki in the kitchen as she was laying out a fruit bowl of melon, strawberries and blueberries with a bit of Bleu cheese crumbled over the lot for each of us. Decidedly girlish, but tasty looking.
As she set down the last bowl, she turned to me and shot her arms around me. "Don't worry, Woody, she's a big girl. She can take it." She gave me a tantalizing brush on the lips.
Despite her assurance, I felt queasy as hell about this whole thing, almost regretting ever getting involved in the first place. All that had happened in the last week swept over my mind. I felt on the edge of nausea.
Darlene swept into the kitchen wearing a terrycloth robe and a towel wrapped around her hair. She sat down, revealing a modest swell of breast as the robe parted slightly.
We each began eating the fruit, Vikki still naked from the waist up and not a bit self-conscious about it.
"Okay. What's the story on Allan? Has he got a little action going on the side?" Darlene's tone was nonchalant.
"Woody can tell us more about where the action is. He's a private investigator I hired to see what Mo has been up to, and his results involve Allan as well."
"You mean they're both banging the same floozie? Not that I'd put that past Allan. Probably getting her at the same time."
"Not that. Tell her Woody."
Well, here I was on the spot again! Two pairs of eyes scanned my face expectantly. I could only hope they didn't press for details. "Your husband and Vikki's are getting it on all right, but not with any floozie; with each other."
Darlene looked at us as if in disbelief. There was an uncomfortable silence, then the two women looked at each other and burst into laughter.
"I can feature the two of them," Darlene said, her voice choked with laughter, "rolling around the bed like a pair of dogs in heat. What were they doing? Exchanging blow jobs?"
"Look ladies, I'm not really comfortable discussing it. I was given a job to do. I did it, and now I'd like to forget it. If I have to testify as to what I've witnessed, I'd rather do it in court."
"Court? What court?" Vikki's voice was animated. "I just wanted to find out what he was up to and if he was going to leave me. I think Darlene had the same feelings. That's why I wanted her to hear this from you. Now that we know they're playing with each other, I'm satisfied. I'm sure they're not planning on picking out curtains anytime soon. Right Char?"
"Right. Look Woody. Vikki and I have no illusions as to what we are. We're both attractive and we work at it. Our husbands take a pride trip on showing us off. You might call us 'trophy wives'. Our only vulnerability is getting older and some younger chickie coming along to take all this away." Darlene indicated the opulence of Vikki's home with a wave of her hand. "We like belonging to the country club, driving expensive cars, wearing expensive clothes and taking fancy vacations. Its a very comfortable lifestyle and reflects well on the business success of our husbands. I've never worked a day in my life and neither has Vikki. You really think we'd throw all that away in a divorce court?"
"None of my business at this point," I replied, "but the courts are known to be generous with female ex-spouses."
"Wake up Woody! This is the twentieth century! Tell me you never heard of a 'pre-nup'!"
Darlene leaned slightly forward, causing the robe to open a bit more, almost popping a boobie. I modestly averted my eyes, but she caught the movement.
"This one's a real study ain't he?" She said to Vikki, "You're sitting there with them flopping all over the table, and he's too gentlemanly to catch a peek of the edge of my nipple."
Darlene turned to me again. "We were both young when we met these guys. The marriages were all but arranged for us. There was no nonsense about love and fidelity. It was a question of appropriateness and money. Naturally they protected their assets with prenuptial agreements."
I marveled at how matter-of-fact she was about it. These women were as hard boiled as they come. No illusions, no middle-class morality; they accepted their lot as it was and made the most of it. Likely not as tough when you live in "fat city".
"So, Vikki, we've heard the news. I'm grateful you cleared this up. To tell you the truth I did have a slight suspicion Allan might have been entertaining you, but then it wouldn't have been the first time he's sampled your wares." Darlene gave Vikki a knowing wink. "So are you two going to get back to your private workout or do I get to join in?"
Normally I would have been shocked at the brazenness of her question, but at this point, I was beyond expecting limits. One look at Vikki's hot stare told me I was in for quite a workout with two vixens.
I sat there smoking a cigarette while Vikki and Darlene cleared the table. The klink of dishes behind me suddenly ceased and I turned to see the two of them locked in a tonguing embrace. Darlene had slipped off the robe and stood naked, grinding her chest into Vikki's, their breasts smashed together. As they broke the clinch, I stubbed out my smoke. As if on cue, the took me by each arm and escorted me up to the bedroom.
After slipping out of the sweat pants, Vikki joined Darlene at my side and began unceasing me. They were not gentle about it, and I lost several buttons as the shirt came off. Skillfully, Darlene undid my belt and zipper, pulling my pants, shorts and all to my ankles. Her hand grabbed my cock which had immediately come erect while she ground her torso against mine.
Vikki, meanwhile was working on my shoelaces and soon had me dispensed of shoes and stockings, rendering me as naked as themselves. Darlene pushed my back down on the bed, straddled my chest and began lowering her lush blonde bush to my mouth. Just as my tongue flicked at her clit, I felt the warm sensation of my cock disappearing into Vikki's mouth behind her.
I knew I was not going to be able to hold back very long given the excitement of these two beautiful women working on me, and Vikki must have realized that as well. She abruptly ceased sucking my cock and moved onto the bed to straddle my ears, taking Darlene in her arms and giving her a breath-robbing kiss. My whole face was covered with hair and damp, soft flesh. I lapped indiscriminately at their combined goodness until I felt a slight trembling in Darlene that signaled her orgasm. The girls never broke the kiss even as Darlene's body began shaking violently, then slowly came back to earth. My face was now covered with a pleasant tasting nectar.
Darlene scootched herself off the bed and took my straining cock in her hand. She regarded it for a moment, bent down and kissed the tip, then impaled herself on it. It was wet and incredibly warm, now combining her own juices and the saliva from my licking her. Expertly, she drove me into her to the hilt then did a Kegel or two to heighten the pleasure.
The while my cock was enjoying this, my nose and mouth were buried in Vikki's bush lapping away at the sapid warmth I found there. I felt the bed shaking again. Vaginal muscles tighten on my cock and I knew that Darlene was enjoying a second orgasm. Vikki gave a little squeal of delight and a second soul was knowing ecstacy.
The two women now switched positions, and I felt my cock slipping into the familiar warmth of Vikki's loins as Darlene's soft lips covered mine. I was running out of breath as our tongues jousted when I felt my balls boiling and then a pulse as semen shot up my pole flooding Vicki's vagina. She pulled off me and stood, her hairy black bush dripping my sperm. Darlene pulled her down on the bed, plunging her mouth onto the volcano and feasting on the issue as Vikki resumed the kiss that Darlene had just abandoned.
Exhausted, the three of us lay there enjoying the afterglow of a midday's orgy.