Insatiable Pt 05

Tamara moved into Patrick's house a week later. At first she was shy about making love to him right under Laurie's nose, but she got used to that pretty quickly. Each of the women had Patrick three times a week; on the seventh night (Sunday), they took pity on him and left him alone. Anyway, neither of them wanted to engage in a long session of lovemaking—the only kind Patrick enjoyed—just before the start of the work week.

A few weeks later, on an idle Saturday afternoon, Laurie found herself in front of an apartment building a few miles from Patrick's house. It was a long time before she could press the button to announce herself to the person that lived in apartment 3C.

When at last she did so, a voice at the other end said: "Hello?"

"Is this Dorothy?"

"Yes." The voice was faintly suspicious.

Laurie let out a big breath, then spoke rapidly into the intercom. "Hi, I'm Laurie. You don't know me, but I know your ex-husband, Patrick. I wonder if I could come up and talk to you for a bit."

There was a dead silence on the other end. It lasted so long that Laurie was fearful that the woman had terminated the conversation. She was about to say something more when the voice said sharply: "What exactly do you want?"

"Look, I really can't explain from down here. Can't I just come up for a minute?"

After another long pause, a buzzer indicated that the front door of the building had been unlocked.

As she made her way to apartment 3C, Laurie's whole body began to tremble. Bold and decisive as she usually was (outside the grasp of Patrick Williamson, at any rate), the encounter to come filled her with trepidation. She couldn't even explain to herself why she had come here; something deep within her told her that there was a pressing necessity for it.

When the door to the apartment opened, Laurie walked in and set her eyes for the first time on Patrick's ex-wife.

Dorothy was petite—no more than five foot four. Slender but curvy, with an ample bosom that seemed even bigger than Laurie's, she had an achingly beautiful face framed by meticulously coiffed auburn hair. There was something of a pre-Raphaelite look about her—a look that was augmented by what seemed to be a perpetual air of melancholy that hovered over her.

She glared at Laurie as she grudgingly let her in. The apartment, though small, was well kept; and she sensed that its austerity was in keeping with the house Laurie lived in now. Patrick's influence continued to work on his former spouse even three years after their breakup.

"Pardon my being so blunt," Dorothy said in a high and shaky voice, "but what are you doing here?"

Laurie wasn't ready for such an early confrontation. "I—I just wanted to talk a bit."

"Talk," Dorothy said derisively. "You say you're a 'friend' of Patrick's. You must mean you're his girlfriend, his lover. Am I right?"

"Yes."

"So you've come to gloat, I suppose," Dorothy said bitterly.

"God, no! I'd never do that! We women have to stick together, don't we?"

Laurie was so obviously sincere that Dorothy's expression softened.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I just— Oh, I don't know. But I really do wish you'd explain why you're here."

"I'm not sure I can. I just feel that I need to know something more about you. Patrick pretty much chews my head off every time I try to get him to talk about you, so I think there must be more here than what he's said."

"What has he said?"

"Oh, just that you two were married for about four years and then split up. That was three years ago."

"That's not very much, is it?"

"No."

Dorothy drifted over to the sofa in the small living/dining area and dumped herself on it. She didn't trouble to offer her visitor any refreshments.

"Well, if you really want to know, here's the story in a nutshell. I met Patrick when we were juniors in college. I knew he was talented—he'd published lots of stories in the college literary magazine—but we didn't become a couple until senior year. After we graduated he just kept on writing. You know he published his first book at twenty-four?"

"Yes, I know that."

"Sure, it was only a detective story, but it's still pretty remarkable. And, if you've read any of his books, you'll know there's a lot more to them than just the mystery. He really has a way of understanding people."

"Most people," Laurie added ruefully.

Dorothy paused a moment, trying to digest her guest's comment, then went on. "Well, that book was a success, and so Patrick just plunged into writing. He also showed himself to be a shrewd critic and even a commentator on the political scene, so pretty soon he had more assignments than he could handle. I was thrilled for him, of course—but as the years passed he became so obsessed with his work that he seemed to have little time for me.

"Don't get me wrong. I was really proud of him, and I also wasn't just sitting at home like a lonely housewife. I have my work, and I'm good at it. But with the passing of time I just felt more and more cut off from him. We had bitter arguments, and after each one we nursed our grudges more and more. The whole situation was just getting intolerable. So—"

"You left?"

"Well, what else could I do? I didn't want to—I loved him—but he didn't seem to be the same guy I'd married. Some of the things he said to me were so... cruel." Dorothy was weeping now. "It was just awful."

"That was three years ago?"

"Yes."

"And... you've not found anyone else?"

"I haven't tried much. My heart's just not in it."

Laurie paused significantly before her next question. "You still love him?"

The look Dorothy gave her was enough to wrench her heart. "Of course I do! Can't you guess?"

"Sure, I can."

Dorothy leaped up from the bed and started pacing around the small room. Then she whirled around and faced her now unwelcome guest.

"I think you'd better leave. There's nothing you can do here. You're only making things worse by bringing up all these bad memories."

But Laurie remained on the couch, seemingly lost in thought. As if to herself, she said, "You know, I think we should get you and Patrick back together."

"What!" Dorothy exploded. "

You

say that? Are you crazy? You're his girlfriend!"

"I know, and I want to stay that way."

"I—I just don't get it."

"Oh, Dorothy!" Laurie cried, now getting up herself and rushing toward the other woman. "Don't you see? He still loves you too!"

"Don't be ridiculous," Dorothy said derisively.

"He does! Why would he be so upset at the very mention of you if he didn't still have feelings for you? It's like pulling teeth to get him to talk about you. He's obviously tormented about what happened. Part of it may be a weird kind of pride."

"Pride?"

"You must know that Patrick is a hugely self-confident man. He doesn't like to admit that he's failed at anything. But his marriage to you was a failure. Whose fault was it? Who cares? It failed, and it eats at him.

"But there's more to it than that. He wouldn't have gone to the effort of marrying you if he didn't love you—at the start, anyway. I think he still does. There's a place in his heart that's reserved for you, and no one else can reach it. So, in order for him to be whole, I think..." She trailed off.

"What are you suggesting?" Dorothy said in an awed whisper.

"I think you know. I should mention that there's a friend of mine, Tamara, who—well, who's also involved with Patrick."

"A

ménage à trois?

Is that what you're involved in?"

"Yes."

"And now... you're thinking of a

ménage à quatre?"

"That's it, lady!"

Dorothy clutched her head as if her brain hurt. "You're not serious. There's no way that can work."

"I think that's the

only

way it can work! I admitted long ago that Patrick was a handful—physically and in other ways. That's why I brought Tamara into the picture. Now I'm beginning to wonder if even the two of us can deal with him."

"So you're asking for my assistance?"

"You could put it that way. But really I'm saying that you two really belong together. As long as you're prepared to share him with me and Tamara, maybe we can all get along."

Dorothy swayed a bit, feeling faint. "I don't know..."

Laurie approached her, and then flung her arms around her neck. The other woman nestled her head in the crook of Laurie's neck, which allowed her to paste little kisses on Dorothy's face. Each woman also felt the other's heavy breasts pressing up against her own. It was a nice feeling.

So it wasn't a surprise when Dorothy raised up her face with the obvious wish and expectation that she be kissed on the mouth.

And Laurie obliged.

It was a long, loving kiss. Both women recognized that it was the man they both loved who had brought them together. He had kissed each of them, and so their lips carried the impress of his mouth on their own. Gradually Dorothy parted her lips, and Laurie slipped a tongue into the opened cavity. At the same time, her hand first squeezed one of Dorothy's breasts, then slid down her back and, in a gesture that brought her lover to mind, pulled up her skirt, peeled off her underwear, and stroked Dorothy's round and firm bottom. Pretty soon Laurie brought her hand around to Dorothy's front and found her dripping sex, its juices already flowing so copiously that little trails of moisture were trickling down the insides of her thighs.

The two women pressed their bodies together even harder as they perpetuated that eternal, open-mouthed kiss. Dorothy was now letting out high-pitched moans and mews that went right down Laurie's throat as she continued to stroke Dorothy vigorously. Then, without warning, Dorothy's entire body shuddered and she emitted a kind of choking gasp. Laurie, knowing that she'd brought her new friend to the pinnacle of ecstasy, kept on fondling her for minutes, until Dorothy's orgasm was finally drained. She clung desperately to Laurie's neck so that she wouldn't tumble to the floor.

In a matter of minutes the women were naked, and they almost ran to the bedroom. For the next hour they did everything two females can do to elicit climax after climax in the other. They found they liked sixty-nine the best, Dorothy on top, burying her face in Laurie's muff while Laurie licked and sucked and nuzzled the moist and fragrant crevice in front of her face. It was a hugely satisfying session.

After it was over and the two women were lying exhausted in each other's arms, Laurie said, "So will you come by the house sometime?"

"Sure, if you really want me."

"Want you? Are you kidding? After what we've been through, I hardly want to let you out of my sight—or my arms."

"Me neither," Dorothy said with a chuckle. "By the way, have you ever done this before?"

"Be with a woman, you mean? Nope. First time."

"First time for me too."

"I guess it was Patrick who brought us together, but we don't need him to enjoy ourselves."

"True... but I wouldn't mind his long, fat cock right about now."

* * * * *

Dorothy came by the house a day or two later, around 9 p.m. one evening.

Patrick was upstairs working, and he either hadn't heard the doorbell ring or didn't bother to wonder who was calling at this hour. Anyway, he had two women in the house to keep solicitors, political activists, and other nuisances out of his hair. Tamara greeted Patrick's ex-wife with wide-eyed wonder, whispering to Laurie, "Oh, she's so beautiful!"

"There's a lot more to her than beauty, dear heart," Laurie said tartly.

"Oh, I know that. There must be for Patrick to have married her."

The three chatted amongst themselves for a while, pondering the best tactic to re-introduce Dorothy to her ex. But the problem was solved by Patrick casually tripping down the stairs on the way to the kitchen.

Entering the living room, he stopped short as he saw the guest who had just come into the house. Laurie thought she saw a little shiver run through him.

"Wh-what's she doing here?" Patrick said in a strangled voice.

"Patrick," Laurie said in a kind of schoolmarm voice, "I thought you needed to resolve your issues with Dorothy."

He glared at his lover. "

You

brought her here? Who gave you that right?"

Laurie, a bit taken aback at his sudden hostility, stood her ground. "

I

gave myself the right. You and Dorothy have a lot to say to each other."

Patrick just gazed in wonderment at the three women before him—the two women he alternately bedded down with and the woman he'd lived with for four years. He began to sense that they were ganging up on him.

"I have nothing to say to her," he whispered lamely.

"You have

lots

to say to her!" Laurie said sharply. "And you're gonna say it! Dorothy, go upstairs with him—you'll need privacy for this."

Like a hypnotized person, Dorothy stood up and started walking toward her ex-husband. But she did not stop when she came up to him; instead, she kept on walking, floating upstairs (she clearly knew the way) and ending up in their old bedroom. Patrick followed her as if tied to her by an invisible leash.

Laurie sat down on the couch that Dorothy had just vacated, a smug smile on her face. Tamara continued to stare in amazement, this time at her friend.

"What do you think is going to happen?" she said in a tense whisper.

"I'm quite certain what's going to happen," Laurie said with quiet determination.

Sure enough, after about an hour, they heard certain distinct sounds emanating from the master bedroom upstairs. With a significant nod to Tamara, Laurie started climing the stairs, her friend following in a daze.

The former married couple had left the door slightly ajar. As Laurie opened it, she saw exactly what she expected to see.

Dorothy was lying, naked, face down on the bed, her head buried in a pillow. Patrick, also naked, was squatting over her. His hard, thick cock was obviously in her bottom. He was thrusting with vigor and gusto.

"I knew it!" Laurie cried in delighted triumph. "I guess you guys have made up."

Laurie's voice caused Dorothy to look up. With a shy smile she said, "I guess we have."

Patrick gave his two other women a knowing wink.

"Any chance you want us to join in?" Laurie said with a smirk.

"Of course you can join in," Dorothy said between gasping breaths.

As Laurie began undressing, Tamara protested. "How can he manage three of us all at the same time?"

"Oh, I wouldn't put anything past Superman there," Laurie said, taking her bra off.

Tamara disrobed in record time also, although still uncertain exactly how the three females were all going to service—or be serviced by—this one man.

Pretty soon it became clear how it was going to work. Laurie and Tamara had tactfully waited for Patrick to finish goring his ex-wife in the butt. After he showered her anus with his seed, he pulled out and stumbled to the bathroom to clean up. (No way any of his women would want to put that thing in their mouths after where it had been!) When he came back, Laurie and Tamara were nude.

Laurie took over the operation, ordering Patrick to lie down on his back in the middle of the bed. He was already getting hard, faced with the prospect of intense intimacy with the three women he loved most in the whole world. Laurie squatted over his groin and inserted his cock into her pussy. She instructed Tamara to sit on Patrick's face. Dorothy, wanting to take a little break, sat next to the trio, but Patrick extended a hand and, working by feel alone (he couldn't see much, since Tamara's thighs obstructed his vision), began fondling his ex-wife's pussy with questing fingers.

This went on for a while. Then Laurie said, "Okay, girls, time to shift."

She got off of Patrick's cock, taking up a sitting position near Dorothy. Tamara then impaled herself on his member—facing his feet (a position she had always wanted to try). Dorothy sat on Patrick's face, and his discharge slowly oozed out of her onto his nose and cheeks.

The women engaged in this sort of musical chairs several times, until Patrick exploded in Laurie's pussy, to her immense satisfaction. She pumped her fists in the air and yelled, "Whoo-hoo!" The other women thought this was somewhat indecorous, but they didn't begrudge Laurie's pride at coaxing a second orgasm out of Patrick. None of them suspected it would be his last.

Patrick did need to take a bit of rest, so the females decided to entertain themselves until he revived. Laurie and Dorothy instinctively got into sixty-nine position, Dorothy on top, and they began devouring each other's pussies as Tamara watched in open-mouthed astonishment. She'd never cuddled with a woman; but the obvious enjoyment her old and her new friend were experiencing made her want to participate somehow. Finally she placed herself across Laurie's thighs. Dorothy, noticing a new presence—and a new pussy—in front of her face, alternated between licking Laurie and Tamara.

The extensive feminine moaning that this three-way act engendered inspired Patrick. Now hard again, he first poked Dorothy in the butt as Laurie, his cock thrusting in and out inches from her face, watched in fascination. Then he pulled out and, as Laurie and Dorothy rolled over, poked Laurie in the butt. Tamara felt a little left out, but Patrick urged her to lie on top of Laurie, so that the three women were in a stack—Dorothy on the bottom, Laurie in the middle, and Tamara on top. With this arrangement, Tamara's bottom was readily accessible to Patrick's cock, and he entered her to the hilt—and then poured his emission into her.

There were other permutations among the quartet, and at the end of the session everyone professed themselves thoroughly satisfied. Patrick had come four times; the women one or two more times than that.

The next morning, Laurie staggered downstairs to the kitchen, finding Tamara and Dorothy already there, sipping coffee. There was a twinkle in their eyes and a glow in their cheeks.

Laurie poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down next to the others. There was a companionable silence for a while. Then Tamara piped up.

"I guess we're a harem now!" she said happily. "A real, honest-to-God harem!"

"We're not a harem!" Laurie snapped, her color rising.

"I think we are, dear," Dorothy murmured, with a smile on her face.

"Look," Laurie said desperately, "we

can't

be a harem! A harem is where you have some palace in the Middle East with a whole bunch of women dressed in silks or whatever, maybe with a eunuch guarding them. And this pasha or sultan or whatever snaps his fingers and summons one or more of them and—well, has his way with them. Isn't that how they used to put it? But look at us! We're all working women—we go to an office and work hard all day, and we're not under the thumb of any pasha."

"Well," Tamara offered, "maybe we're a modern, feminist harem!"

"I don't think there can be such a thing," Dorothy concluded. "But whatever it is, I guess it's fine."

"Yeah," said Laurie, looking around at the other two women. "I think that between the three of us, we might just be able to handle that man upstairs."

But that man wasn't upstairs anymore. He sauntered into the kitchen, wearing only a dark blue pair of boxer briefs that clearly outlined his semi-hard cock. But he had other things on his mind.

"Is it time for breakfast, ladies?" he said.

"It sure is!" Tamara cried.

"Very well," he said, putting on his favorite apron. "One big breakfast for everyone coming right up." And he got down to business.

Dorothy leaned over to Laurie and said in a whisper, "I very much doubt that any pasha would be doing that for his harem."

"Not a chance," Laurie said with a chuckle. "We have to make sure to keep him in line, don't we?"

They vowed to do their best in that difficult task.