Author's Note: I've been taking the story a bit more deliberately than anticipated, shortening the chapters but keeping the same end goal in mind. We've got three or four more to go before we wrap book one. I'm grateful for the time you have given me, your votes, and your feedback.
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My new world order got off to such a wonderful start that my skepticism faded dramatically. Over the next few weeks, Jess and I settled into a routine as a couple. We saw each other most days, and she spent the night frequently. I still saw Kat two or three days a week. During this "break-in period," we kept things mostly separate, although Kat and Jess had a few more girls' nights. For me, it was an ideal routine. Jess was fun and unpredictable, always looking for a kinky twist. While we coasted through this honeymoon phase, it was easy to find satisfaction together. Kat scratched my itch for lurid, dirty fun in a way Jess couldn't. I felt like my connection with both of them grew.
With Jess, we picked up where we had left off. It's like the messy ending had never occurred. She really did appear to have her life in order. She had a steady, easy job. In the first six weeks since our reunion, I'd only see her do coke twice, both times in moderation. We fucked nonstop. My life was essentially a bottomless glass of Jess garnished with a twist of Kat.
As life settled into a good groove, and my work calmed down a bit, the mood for adventure struck. It was coming up on Labor Day, and Kat's husband was going to Vegas for three nights for a fantasy football draft. After their wedding, Kat and James had moved into a sizable home in the fashionable Memorial neighborhood of Houston. It had five bedrooms, sat on more than an acre, and sported an immaculate pool.
"What should we do this weekend?" I asked Jess earlier in the week.
"Kat and I were chatting," Jess said, "and with James out of town, she proposed that we come over and spend a couple days at the pool. We can cook, party..." her voice trailed off and lowered to a seductive whisper. "I want to watch you with her. I want to see how you fuck her. I want to see how she cums with you."
"So you and Kat are okay playing all together?" I said. This was something I hadn't pushed or wanted to rush.
"We want to party," she said. "And I don't think I need to tell you what happens when we party."
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As soon as James's plane went wheels-up from Houston to Vegas on that Friday afternoon, Jess and I went to Kat's house. We had packed for the weekend. I parked in the garage, so my car's presence wouldn't be noticed, although the large lot sizes afforded tremendous privacy. There was a tall fence around the back yard, so we could enjoy the pool freely.
Kat greeted us, wearing a bikini and bathing suit coverup, with hugs and glasses of Champagne. Her home was beautiful, tastefully and impeccably decorated. It had a pleasant mixture of modern style and warm touches. After giving us the customary tour, we drained our first glasses of wine, and I refilled them at the bar. As I did so, Kat produced an elegant silver tray loaded with cocaine and its paraphernalia.
"I'm so ready to party," she said, "and Rita really came through with great stuff."
"Oh my god!" Jess exclaimed, her eyes lighting up. "You were serious about partying. And I can't believe it. Rita is your source?"
"Well, she's my link to the source," Kat said.
"This blow looks like absolute fire," Jess said. "Do you mind if I sample?"
"No, please! Go ahead!" Kat said cheerfully. Her tone was indistinguishable from if she had been hosting a dinner party.
There were large chunks of cocaine still intact, as if they had been chipped off a brick, but Kat had used a grinder, procured after our last trip to Vegas, to prepare a generous amount for immediate consumption. Jess extended a delicate finger and captured a small bump on her nail. She sniffed it up quickly, threw her head back, and evaluated.
"Hell yes," she said. "That is so nice. This will definitely do the trick."
She took another small bump on her fingernail and offered it to me. I accepted it and agreed with her judgment. It was extremely pure. My face felt slightly numb.
"I'm so glad!" Kat said. "It's been hard to get more than a couple lines in to make it through work lately. I'm beyond ready to just cut loose and see what trouble we can get into." She took the lead on cutting up lines, which she did with pleasure and skill. When she had six generous portions ready, she offered the silver straw to Jess.
"Ladies first," she said.
Jess took the straw eagerly and looked at me. She smiled, knowing my kink for it. She snorted one line, then a second immediately after.
"Yes!" she exclaimed and threw her head back. She hugged Kat again. "This is such good snow. We are going to have so much fun. I'm changing into my swimsuit."
"Baby, do you want to go next?" Kat asked.
