"Melanie made a video," she said. She looked straight at me, "Just like we used to do."
"Let's see it," Shelly said.
"Pull it up on the TV!" Jess suggested.
It took a few minutes to connect Melanie's phone to the TV for streaming, but we managed. All five of us looked on, enthralled. The screen briefly was black as the audio came on, pouring onto the patio via surround sound.
"Did you start recording?" Jess's voice said. "Is it going?"
"Yeah, yeah, it started," Melanie said. The picture was blurry for a moment, then came into focus. Jess was on her knees in front of a coffee table covered in drugs -- ecstasy pills, both in bulk and in small baggies, and cocaine, a large brick sitting on a scale and dozens of small bags.
"I've never seen that much coke," Kat said in awe.
Jess jerked one cock with her hand, while her mouth attacked another. Neither cock was too impressive; they were in the average realm, but Jess's enthusiasm was unabated. She alternated between the two for a few minutes, before rising up and arranging the two faceless men for her real desire. One sat on the couch lengthwise. She straddled him, then motioned the second to take up position behind her. Jess sunk down on the first cock, then spread her ass cheeks wide to allow the second to penetrate her puckered brown hole.
"And my BFF is going to take two dicks," Melanie said in a giggling voice-over. For the first time, you could glimpse two other male bodies standing to the side of the couch.
My breathing was heavy. Kat stroked my cock, while Shelly put her head in the crook of my neck and whispered, "This is so dirty."
Jess put on a pornstar-level performance as she took the two dicks at once. The guys had a difficult time finding any rhythm, but she egged them on enthusiastically. They excelled at talking dirty to her, calling Jess every filthy name in the books. She only moaned and begged for more as they described her as a slut, whore, cunt, bitch, piece of ass, and more.
"Give me coke, and I'll do anything you want," Jess panted. "I will always fuck for drugs." She tweaked her own nipples hard as they fucked her.
The fucking lasted about as long as the blow job, with the guy in Jess's ass pulling out and splattering his cum across her cheeks first. That allowed her to ride the second cock more vigorously, and it didn't take long for her to milk out the guy's cum into her pussy. His hips spasmed and bucked, and an overjoyed look washed across Jess's face as she felt a stranger's sperm plaster her insides.
As the scene wrapped up, and Jess climbed off, Melanie moved in for a close-up. She documented the cum dripping off her ass, then Jess spread her pussy and teased out the thick jizz with her fingers.
"Fuck, I'm such a slut," Jess said in a breathy voice on the video. In real life, as she watched, Jess shouted, "I am such a slut!"
She walked over to me and sat on my lap. She grabbed one of Kat's hands in her own and said, "Do you still love me, even if I'm an insatiable, cheating slut?"
"Whore," I said. "You're a whore." I smiled. "And of course I love you. But you still need to prove at least one of these guys came twice to get your points."
Kat laughed. "No one loves a whore more than John," she said.
I kissed Jess, and she hopped off my lap to grab another piece of pizza.
"Mel, is there any footage of you taking two dicks?" Shelly asked her sister.
"Fuck no," she said. "I'm too smart for that. Can't have any evidence." She cackled and held up her wedding ring.
Shelly and Melanie gathered around the cocaine and did lines. The night just floated along in this manner. There was skinny dipping, more bottles of wine, and generally positive energy all around. At one point, I found myself watching Shelly and Jess share a joint, sitting on the edge of the pool, while Kat and Melanie relaxed in the water. I leaned back and tried to quantify my good fortune. A calm settled over me. I was content in a way I hadn't ever contemplated. Had I reached a point where, even for me, I had reached maximum hedonism?
As the party wound down, Jess asked me to shower with her. She was beginning her comedown, and she was wanting intimacy and reassurance. I think she felt pangs of regret from her activities that day. I washed her, a symbolic act that we often undertook if she had been with someone else, and made love to her. She liked being reclaimed. She said she felt like she might have gone too far, that maybe the game was too much. Maybe we didn't need that kind of rush any more. Maybe in our new life, there was less need to find thrills outside the confines of our happy trio. Regardless, Jess having any guilt or second thoughts was rare territory. I wondered if she was learning to compartmentalize a more normal life with me, while expressing her wild side through the escort agency.
Melanie and Shelly spent the night in our guest rooms. Kat, Jess, and I finally pulled ourselves into bed. I felt at peace more than ever. Jess's attitude pleased me. It made me happy that Kat didn't want to stray without me there. She was, as Jess always described her, devoted to me in a unique way. We were only a few weeks away when she would be officially single.
The road that was our future stretched out endlessly, a bare expanse extending out into the desert of time. If I closed my eyes, I felt like I could see all three of us riding in a car down that road. As I squinted into the distance, I was convinced what I saw was reality and not merely a mirage.
