Julie and John Adopt a Slave

Sigh... where was I?

Oh yeah, I was trying to get to the point of where Slave Carolyn came into our household and our lives. Before I get to that, maybe it's best to discuss Cee Cee, who was only in our lives for something like a week, but helped really define who John and I were to each other.

To reflect, John and I are 'roommates with benefits'. He owns the house and is a wonderfully overpaid junior associate at an investment banking firm. I got an early (Spring Semester) start on my Masters in the Classics, and will hopefully start the Ph.D. program in a year or two. John is a wonderful fuck. We share a bed, we're each other's plus one to everything, and until Cee Cee came along, we were monogamous. We're not in love. Hell, I'm not sure either of us has a good definition of love. From my Classics studies, the Greeks and Romans had eight words for love: eros (sexual desire), philia (affection/platonic), agape (unconditional/self sacrifice), storge (familial/siblings/parents), mania (obsession/madness), ludus (playful/courtship), pragma (duty/obligation), and philautia (self love). I think the love that drives couples to, well, 'couple', or mate for life (or until the pre-nupt kicks in) has a bit of all of those. John and I are definitely in the eros area, and often in the ludus, but we're both still too much into philautia to think much about 'coupling'. We just like to fuck, and John gets invited to lots of nice dress-up parties.

Plus he's a great chef. Did I mention that?

Anyway, John knows that I'm not exclusively into guys, although right now I'm exclusively into him cuz, well, I just can't handle the drama. Anyway, I'm maybe 60/40 straight. I do enjoy the feel of a woman's body, and the way a woman kisses, and the way a woman knows exactly how to touch me...

...gimme a minute here...

... where was I? Oh yeah, sure, I like to fuck women occasionally, but I do need a cock most of the time. There is an itch that... sigh... at least for me, another woman simply isn't equipped to scratch.

OK, so John knows that... but anyway, one day, over dinner, out of the blue he says, "Hey, in case it comes up from someone, I called you my girlfriend today at work."

In between forks of salad, I said, "OK, something you want to tell me?"

"Yeah, well, I was trying to dodge a career-ending bullet, and you were implicitly helpful."

"How so, my sweet, and do I need to call my parents?"

John sighed. "Julie, you are the most horny woman I have every met..."

"An honor I shall wear with pride."

"Yes, but there's this college senior intern girl at work named Cee Cee who would give you a solid run for your money. She's a clear number 2, dripping with pheromones, and flirting with every guy and most of the girls in the office."

"You're using protection, right?"

"Sigh... yeah... no... anyway, she was coming on to me like a she-wolf in heat, and I parried all of her thrusts, but finally told her I had a 'live-in girlfriend'. You."

"And that ended it?"

"Not exactly. She hinted seriously at a three-some."

"And you said...?"

"Did you miss the part about 'potentially career ending'? I'd rather not go from six-figure junior associate to gypsy finance professor at local junior colleges this early in my life. Fortunately, I got called into a meeting, and Cee Cee went about delivering mail and making copies and all the other shit interns do."

"So, now I'm your girlfriend?"

"That's your take-away?"

"That and you still have a job and I don't have to work, right?"

"Yeah... want dessert?"

"Yeah. Whatcha got?"

Anyway, the subject of Cee Cee died for a few weeks, and then one day John's car (OK, one of his cars - he owns three, but the one he drove to work that day) was broken down so I agreed to pick him up at work (the least I could do, since, well, I live in his house rent free and he pays all the household bills so I can go to school and he's the best fuck in the universe). He and I decided to slip into a happy hour joint near his office for a drink or three. As we were standing at the bar, he pointed over to a table of people I'd never seen and said, "Remember Cee Cee?"

"The girl who made me your girlfriend?"

John ignored the dig and said, "Yeah. Anyway, that's her."

I saw a girl who looked exactly like what I'd imagined a Cee Cee would look like. Black hair, a bit too much makeup, spray tan, lots of cleavage, a leather skirt with a hem closer to her waist than her knee, and the sort of jewelry and accessories normally associated with one of the Real Housewives shows. She was surrounded by guys in their 20's, all clearly some kind of banking junior associates like John, at a table with a guy/girl ratio of about 3 to 1. I couldn't hear what was going on from across the room, but she was laughing at some guy's joke and leaning a bit to close.

"And she's the one who hinted at a three-some?"

"Yep. She's the one."

"Hmmm...." John could see I was thinking. "She's not exactly who I would have picked if I was cruising... but... Anyway, there's still that 'career ending' thingie, I assume?"

"Yeah, well, that's not a problem anymore. She left us right after that and took a job down the street. Not exactly a competitor, so zero conflicts. Not like I'm going to try to pick her up or anything, but I thought you'd like to know."

"Why not try to pick her up?"

"Huh?", John asked, with just a hint of incredulousness.

"I'm serious. Go for it. Bring her home. But only if you intend to share."

"You're serious."

"I'm serious."

I could see the wheels turning behind John's eyes. He was opening a mental spreadsheet and weighing all the pros and cons of a three-some romp in the hay. Certainly, it wouldn't do anything bad for our relationship, since, well, we don't really HAVE a relationship. We just fuck. Of course, maybe Cee Cee would try to get in the middle of that, but at least I'd see the competition up close and personal, rather than behind my back. A win-win from my perspective.

Just then, fate had her way with us, and Cee Cee came walking in our direction. I hadn't noticed, but where we stood was on a direct line between her table and the little girls room. She must be heading off to powder her nose... and by 'nose' I mentally meant cooch.

"John!"

"You remember me!"

"Yes, of course! The handsomest guy at the firm. How could I forget you!!!" She then turned to me and said, "I'm Cee Cee, I used to intern at John's firm. You must be his girlfriend."

I opted to play along. "Yes. Julie. Nice to meet you." I then turned to John and said, "You didn't mention you had such a bubbly intern at your firm. When was I going to get to meet her?"

Cee Cee said, "Bubbly. I like that. I don't think I've ever been called bubbly."

Well, not to your face, I thought. Then I said, "Yeah, well, you seem like the life of the party. What are you doing now?"

She pointed to the table across the way and said, "I'm working with that firm. A fun bunch, but you know, there's a limit to how far you can party with co-workers. I was cautioned about that by HR when I started."

I'll bet you were. Cee Cee was like a flashing red danger signal to any HR manager worth her salt. To me, though, I could see needing a new mattress and maybe some chiropractic care after a night with her. "Cee Cee, I'm sorry we never got to meet. I wish John had invited you out to the farm sometime."

"Farm. John, you never said you had a farm."

"Well, not an active farm. A farm house. Our only livestock is my.... Ahhh... OUR dog. Winston. A golden."

"You have a golden! I LOVE goldens! So friendly."

"Yeah," I said, "Big tongues. They like to lick."

"Awww.... I'd love to meet him sometime."

I turned to John and said, "John, the girl is obviously lonely at her new job. Why don't we invite her out for lunch sometime. Saturday, maybe?"

John looked at me with that smile that said he knew lunch wasn't what I had in mind. "Sure, Cee Cee. Give me your phone and I'll text you our address and directions."

I said, "Oh, and bring a swimsuit. We have a hot tub."

"Ohhh.... A hot tub! I like that! Big enough for three?"

"Plenty big. For three. Plenty."

Cee Cee got the address and said, "I'll see you Saturday morning! Can I bring anything?"

I was thinking lube, but I knew we had plenty, so I said, "Nah, John's a great cook. He also has a huge wine cellar, but we have a spare bedroom if ... ya know..."

"Oh, I'm sure. Hey look, I gotta go to the girls room. Bye, and great meeting you, Julia."

"It's Julie, but yeah."

Oh, I was sooooo looking forward to fucking her and watching John fuck her. I could only imagine how sore she'd be by Sunday morning. John leaned over and said, "I'm going to need some Vitamin B shots before this is over."

One nice thing about John's farmhouse is the really, really long driveway -- you can see guests coming from a half mile away. About 11am, we spotted what must be Cee Cee's little sports car turn off the paved road, and our plan, such that it was, went into action. John was busy in the kitchen, allegedly doing something with a chicken that would take some time in prep but wouldn't be time sensitive in the cooking. I headed for the hot tub peeling off my robe and dipping naked into the warm, bubbly water.

I could hear Cee Cee come in the house, and John directing her out to the covered rear deck where I was sipping an all-too-early glass of white wine.

"John told me you'd be out here."

"Yeah, we're planning on a late lunch, maybe 2-ish or so. I've learned to leave my... ahh.... Boyfriend alone when he's in the cooking zone. Want some wine?"

Cee Cee could see I was naked in the tub, and said, "I brought a swimsuit."

"Oh, yeah... Sorry... I forgot to mention. We're kinda casual around here. You can put on a suit if you'd like, or not, I don't care. If you want me to cover up, just say so."

"No, I'm fine. Ahh... John won't mind?"

"I utterly promise you that 'minding' is the last thing he'll do. You can go hang up your stuff in that little shower room right there," as I pointed to the outdoor shower and toilet.

A few moments later, Cee Cee appeared from the shower room in all her glory. I'd been wondering about the cleavage since I saw it on display in the bar earlier that week. I'd made a mental bet with myself, which I'd just confirmed seeing them naked. Yep. Probably a high school graduation present from loving parents. Slightly too big, too perky, and too perfect to be home-grown. Of course, a shaved cooch, all the better to touch and taste, I say.

Cee Cee kicked off her sandals and slid into the tub opposite me. I had white wine on ice next to me and a couple of unbreakable wine glasses. "Wine?"

"Sure."

I poured her a glass, refilled my own, and after putting the bottle back, I slid across the tub with our two glasses and sat on the ledge next to her, our butt cheeks just barely touching.

"Here. Salud!"

"She and I touched wine glasses and started chatting a very heavy conversation about nothing at all. She told me about where she was from, and her life, and her lack of male companionship, and... and... and..." I was getting worried we'd made a mistake. This was the most emotionally needy girl I think I'd ever met. However, she was clearly horny for the two of us, and... well...

One glass turned into two, and before long, the bottle was dry. I said I'd go get another one from the wine fridge in the kitchen and climbed out of the tub. It was just a bit on the chilly side out, but I didn't care. I didn't have Cee Cee's store-bought boobs, but mine were fine, and anyway I thought I had more of a model's body, and bigger boobie would look odd on me. I was quite happy with what I had. I could see from Cee Cee's glance that she wasn't disappointed, either. I padded into the kitchen, where John had a great view of the deck if he wanted it. (He was clearly more focused on sous-cheffing his chicken than on our antics, though.) I grabbed a bottle, and he half-heartedly asked how we were getting along. I said, "Oh, like two bitches in a harem." He just nodded.

By the time I got out to the tub, Cee Cee and I realized we were going to turn into prunes if we spent anymore time soaking. I cut off the tub, and she climbed out to help me carry the wine and glasses into the house. I motioned to the shower and told her there was a spare robe in there if she wanted, and she nodded. A few minutes later, we were in the den, listening to some soft music, and drying each other's hair with some fluffy towels I'd laid out earlier.

Eventually the chicken was ready, and John called us both in for a highly distracted lunch. Cee Cee and I were both half drunk and half naked, but for the robes and the towels around our hair, and Cee Cee was clearly purposefully letting her boobs fall out of her towel. John acted oblivious to all of this. He tried to make some conversation, but was enjoying the way Cee Cee and I were turning everything into a double entendre and just giggling our way through the chicken and whatever. John offered some dessert, but I suggested that Cee Cee and I might put that off and instead go upstairs where the blow dryer was to finish drying our hair. Cee Cee nearly bolted out of her chair, and I grabbed her hand to lead the way. I could see John smiling out of the corner of my eye. We left him there to clear the table and do whatever he planned to do next.

Drying each other's hair was just a prelude. Cee Cee saw the big comfie, fluffy bed and made eye contact with me. I nodded, and we wordlessly took each other's hands and drew closer as we walked to the bed. I turned to face her, our mouths met, and we fell into the covers in an impassioned embrace.

For what seemed like forever, she and I kissed and felt every part of each other. Her fingers were clearly talented and experienced, and she touched me with the skill of someone who wasn't out of practice. I'd only been with John for so many months and had forgotten much of what I knew about pleasing another woman, but it was all coming back to me. Fingertips became mouths, and I felt shudders of relief in ways only a woman could bring to me. I could tell that Cee Cee was also responding to our touching and kissing.

I'm not sure when John came into the room. One moment he wasn't there, and another moment he was between us. Both Cee Cee and I smoothly segued from each other to him, and he reciprocated as best he could. Before long, John rolled Cee Cee over onto her back, and her legs parted to invite him. He mounted her, and I lay on my side, caressing the two of them and enjoying the show. After all, I could enjoy this wonderful fuck any time I wanted to. I was happy to share him with my new friend.

John brought Cee Cee 'off' a couple of times, although I'd like to think my prep work deserved some of the credit. After her second (or third?) orgasm, John slowed to a crawl, kissed her gently, and then rolled backwards toward me, laying up against the pile of pillows at the headboard. I lay half on my side, and half holding John. He motioned Cee Cee's head toward his still rigid cock and she followed his direction. I lay there, my legs wrapped around him, feeling the vibration of Cee Cee's blowjob through John's body and into my throbbing crotch.

John is perfectly capable of lasting forever, and I think that may have been on his mind. I pulled myself up to kiss him, and then lay my head on his chest so that I could enjoy the sight of Cee Cee's head bobbing up and down on his cock. After a while, I looked up at John, and said, "Are you ready?" He nodded, and I held him tight as he unloaded into Cee Cee's mouth. I know just how much cum John is capable of producing, and Cee Cee managed to take it all in and apparently swallow down every drop. After John went limp, Cee Cee straightened up on the bed, laying on John's other side and becoming a mirror image of me hugging him. She and I leaned over John's chest, open mouth kissing to share in the last remnants of John's taste in her mouth.

I know what John's re-load time is -- he can 'get it up' in about 20 minutes, bit is really ready for action like a fresh stallion in 30. We all held each other, and I anticipated what that he would be ready for action soon. I wasn't disappointed. After a while, I reached down to his half-staff cock and slowly massaged it back to life. I leaned over and took it in my mouth to finish the job of getting him back to rigidness, and he quickly obliged.

He then rolled me over and I opened my legs much as Cee Cee had done an hour earlier. Little did I know that I wasn't the main course -- he was just going to mount me and use me as a source of some natural lube. I invited him in, and as always went into a near 'dream state' as he took control of my body. Cee Cee was hugging the two of us from the side, much as I had done earlier. After a while, John lifted up and deftly took Cee Cee and rolled her over on top of me. Cee Cee was now straddling my left leg, and her corresponding leg pressing into my swollen vulva. I wrapped my arms up around her, as if she was fucking me, and she and I began kissing and grinding into each other with a fervor.

Then John deftly positioned himself behind Cee Cee and between and among our intertwined legs. His cock aimed directly at Cee Cee's upturned ass and he slowly and carefully slid his cock into her bottom. Cee Cee lifted up from me, partially in reaction to being violated and partially to gasp for breath as John began pumping in her ass hole. I could see her smiling and knew just how wonderful she must be feeling right then.

I continued to hold her, and with my hands directed her hips to continue to grind into me. John's thrusts reverberated though Cee Cee's body, and when he finally came again, he pounded her down which pounded her into me. I think at this point Cee Cee was in a total stupor, but I know that John and I came the same time, with Cee Cee as the conduit for our mutual orgasms.

The sun was still up in the sky and shining through the windows, but we all rolled off one another into a lifeless, somewhat drunken, thoroughly satisfied heap.

After a few hours, I awoke and found Cee Cee snoring but John was gone. I padded down to the kitchen, still naked, and saw John down there, also naked. He was getting some juice from the fridge, and I joined him, half sharing the juice bottle and half hugging him in post-coitus splendor.

We returned to the bedroom, and we all slept through the night and until the wee hours of the morning. There were some thoughts of a morning encore of the nights festivities, but we were all pretty exhausted. Cee Cee climbed on top of John and rode him until she came. Then she turned her attention to me, burying her face in my crotch and quickly bringing me off as only a woman knows how to do to another woman.

Cee Cee then remembered that her clothes were downstairs in the deck bathroom, and grabbed the robe she'd been wearing the night before to go get dressed. We watched her waddle down the hall, clearly disjoined from all the activity.

John later fixed us a quick breakfast, and with kisses all around, Cee Cee bid us adieu and headed back into town. As she drove away, John turned to me and said, "You know, we should think about getting ourselves a concubine."

I just nodded in agreement.

Epilog to part 2 --

Cee Cee eventually started dating some very lucky young attorney at some downtown firm. I'm sure she'll fuck him to death or at least get a good pre-nupt.

That said, one night with Cee Cee set the stage for the next chapter in our 'roommates with benefits' saga. Yes, we needed a concubine. How little did we know that in just a few weeks, Slave Carolyn would fill not only that role and so many other roles in our lives.