Author's Note: Your great feedback and investment in this story has been beyond anything I imagined. Thank you, readers! I hope you enjoy as we fall deeper into the dens of debauchery as Book Two wraps up. There will be Book Three following immediately on the heels!
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The debauchery would have to wait, at least a short time. Moving day came and went in the blink of an eye. Even with packers and movers, it was stressful enough. The bigger issue was filling the new house and decorating it. Alyssa, our realtor, had an interior decorator who was willing to make things happen for only a small fortune. Navigating between Jess's modern and Kat's more traditional tastes created an interesting juggling act. We had made a great deal of progress while the move was pending, and within a couple of weeks, remarkably, the three of us were largely settled into the new house. What remained seemed like details.
It was a glorious spring day, and I was sitting by the pool, sipping an easy-drinking rosé from Provence. An equally easy-reading book sat across my lap, and I was hypnotized by the gentle trickle of the waterfall that ringed the far side of the pool. I patted myself on the back for ordering outdoor furniture as soon as we had a contract on the house, so we could maximize our enjoyment of the setup. Jess was at work, and I needed something to keep me busy because it was a big day. Kat was at her divorce mediation. Her lawyer thought it was a coin flip regarding whether they could reach a settlement on the asset division.
"If I didn't know better, I would say you found a place with a tennis court just to make it easier for me to come over more often," Rita Johnson said. She laid on her stomach in the lounge chair next to me, tennis outfit neatly folded on a side table. Her naked body gleamed in the sun.
"The tennis court was a requirement expressly because I wanted to entice you to come over," I said, a very content smile on my face.
"Well, my husband might suspect something is going on if I start playing tennis more, but my game gets worse and worse," she said.
"Then you can take lessons here, and we can fuck after," I said.
Rita rolled her eyes. "I can't believe you put it up my butt on the tennis court," she said.
"I told you that I'd make you an ass slut," I said with a confident grin.
"I'm afraid to roll over because so much cum is going to leak out of me," she said.
"Well, at least you brought panties this time, so it has somewhere to go besides down your thighs," I said and laughed.
"Oh, god," she said, "that was so embarrassing. Maybe we can go for a swim, and then you can cum in my pussy before I go?"
We got up, and I dove in. The heater kept the water at a pleasant eight-five degrees. Rita stood on the edge of the deck. She had an amused smile on her face.
"What?" I asked.
"It's kind of become one of my favorite things, feeling you leak out of my butt," she laughed. "God, I can't believe what a slut you make me want to be."
Rita put up her hair and walked down the steps into the water. She bounced on her feet, making her tits bob above and below the water line. Her nipples crinkled and extended. I swam to her and sucked them.
"Not wasting any time, huh?" she said.
"You're a gift, and I'm going to maximize every moment of pleasure with you," I said.
We made out, and I played with Rita's breasts. It was easy to be obsessed with them. I kissed her neck, and she tugged at my cock, which responded eagerly.
"Gee, and I thought I might come home and get my boyfriend to fuck me," a voice came from behind us.
"Babe, you're home early," I said to Jess.
"Yeah, my appointment canceled," she said. "I forgot you were playing tennis today." All three of us laughed at the euphemism we used for Rita's visits, dating even to the apartment days.
"Come on in," Rita said, "the water is amazing."
Jess sat on a lounge chair first and took a long pull off a vape pen. She had taken a liking to high-concentration THC cartridges.
"Do you want a hit?" Jess offered.
"Is it strong?" Rita asked.
"Very," Jess said. I swam over and took a pull.
"Sure, let me try," Rita said. She inhaled like you would on a cigarette, and the intensity took her by surprise. She coughed, letting out a large cloud. "Fuck! You weren't joking!"
"That's going to hit you so hard," Jess said.
"I haven't smoked in forever," Rita said. "Back when Kat and I first met, I was hanging out with this one football player who smoked nonstop. He was my first black dick, and, fuck, did he live up to that stereotype. We would smoke blunts all the time, and he got so turned on if I'd smoke those little mini cigars? I thought it was so sexy."
We laughed. The buzz hit hard and fast. I fondled and made out with Rita, while Jess just took in the day and hit her vape.
"I've got to take care of a few things," she said finally. "Do you want me to bring some lines when I come back out?"
"I'll never say no to that," Rita said. "I know your source!"
