"Are you doing it from both ends?"
My cough threatened to send the London Fog I was currently drinking firing across the room. I quickly recovered, flushing a deep red. "I'm sorry? What?"
"That row?" my knitting buddy, Holly, replied. "Are you binding off at both ends?"
"Oh!" I quickly recovered, breathing a sigh of relief. "Yes. Knitting. That. Um...yes."
Holly, ever the fiber arts aficionado, began steering the conversation in the direction of how best to account for arm holes in a sweater project. For the life of me, I couldn't follow along at all. I was technically here, at our usual crafts and coffee date, but every part of my focus was still gripped tight by what happened at the club last night.
* * *
After our adventures in the glory hole, Allisen and Jack led my husband, Scott, and I, into one of the private rooms. My head was still spinning from a combination of the thrill of what we'd done, and the orgasm Allisen had given me. It took a minute for me to get my bearings once we were in the room.
The small room was much less ostentatious, and much more utilitarian than the other sex club facilities we'd seen. No elaborate club lighting. No porn blaring on the TV. Just a large bed, a nightstand with a basket of condoms and lube, and a pleasant blue glow. The only other feature was the window looking into the hallway, currently closed by a curtain.
Scott entered close behind me, closing the door as he walked in. The almost overwhelming atmosphere of the club died down, leaving the four of us in our little cocoon of intimacy.
Jack hadn't been fully undressed in the glory hole room, but that quickly changed. With an agility that surprised me, given the extra weight of her pregnancy, Allisen had pounced on her husband, covering him with kisses and practically ripping his shirt off.
"I need you, babe," she gasped, in between pecks to his neck and shoulders.
"You've got me," he replied with a smirk, lifting his shirt up and over his head. In front of him, Allisen sank down to her knees, taking his pants down with her. His cock sprung free for just a brief second before it disappeared into her mouth. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my husband and my clothes hit the floor with a soft thump. His weight pressed behind me, and I felt the heat of his nude body on mine.
"This is going to be completely unsurprising, but I also need my spouse," he whispered in my ear, before kissing along my neck.
"What?" I chuckled, before a gasp snuck out of me. "Ah! I'm taken completely by surprise by that."
His hand traveled down along my stomach before reaching my still-soaked lips. "Fuck, that's hot. You're so wet."
"You wouldn't believe how much it turned me on to watch her suck your cock," I moaned.
"I don't know. I think it's pretty self-evident," he dipped a finger inside me, and my body shuddered. It was partially pleasant, and partially too much.
"Mmm...I really want that, but I need a minute to recover."
"Cool," he replied, his hand moving to squeeze my butt. "We can just enjoy the show."
"It's a good show!" I replied.
In front of us, Allisen was taking Jack's cock as deep as it could go down her throat. His hand was clenched in her hair, his mouth open in a silent moan. After a few seconds of this, she pulled back, gasping for air. Her hand was slick with her own spit as she stroked him.
Jack bit his hand and groaned in pleasure. "Mmm...you're so fucking good, Allisen."
"You can be loud here, my love," she said, smiling. "You should probably get it out now while we have the chance." She gave a cheeky kiss to the head of his cock before taking him into her once more.
"Fuck, yes!" he bellowed. "Just like that, babe."
I turned to face Scott and smiled at him. "Seems like she's really good at that."
"I mean...I certainly enjoyed myself," he replied.
My hand traveled down and began gently stroking his cock, traces of her saliva still lingering on it. "I can tell!" I laughed. A small bead of pre-cum still clung to his tip. I scooped it up with my index finger and popped it into my mouth, winking at my husband as I did so.
Meanwhile, Allisen had climbed onto the bed. Her stunningly gorgeous pussy glistened between her spread legs, a bit of pink peeking out between brown lips. She spread herself open with her fingers, her eyes burning into her husband.
"Fuck me, Jack."
He obliged, stepping forward and kneeling on the bed above her. Scott and I both stopped and stared at the beautiful sight of that long, thin cock sinking into her folds. Allisen let out a long, satisfied moan as he sank deeper into his wife.
"That's my boy," she sighed. "That's what I need. Fuck, I love you, Jack."
"I love you so much, Allisen," he grunted as he began thrusting his hips.
Any of the awkwardness of watching someone have sex right in front of me had disappeared. In the moment, it felt beautiful, watching this couple express their love. I was fully aware it wasn't for everyone, but, to me, this whole scenario was just so affirming. Feeling Scott pressed close behind me, holding me tight as we watched, enraptured, as these two focused on each other's pleasure, was a strangely heartwarming moment. It was so easy to get caught up in negativity and pessimism in my day-to-day life, but here was a space that was overflowing with love.
Also, it made me really fucking horny. Which, to be fair, was also a pressing concern.
"Hey," I uttered, giving an awkward little wave. "Mind if we, you know, join you guys? I think kissing and whatnot would be fun." Ten out of ten dirty talk.
"Get over here, you two," Allisen moaned.
Scott and I made our way over to the bed, climbing up on either side of her. My hand ran along her arm, shaking with excitement at the touch. My nerves were still an issue, but any hesitation was taken out of the equation as I felt her run her hand through my hair, pulling me in for a kiss. My hand caressed her cheek as our tongues danced together, occasionally punctuated by a moan of pleasure from the attention Jack was giving her. The world seemed to blur as my other hand roamed down her neck and across her chest. We fell into each other for a while, full of need as I maneuvered my body to lay down beside her.
I broke the kiss and started making my way down, raking my tongue across her neck toward her collarbone. I looked up, seeing her turn and start to kiss Scott with the same sort of passion she gave me. A flood of excitement filled me as I watched the love of my life sharing this level of intimacy with the beautiful woman beside me. We were still fairly new to the notion of compersion, but whatever it was, this was it.
My mouth continued its path lower and lower, occasionally jostled by the movement of Allisen's body as Jack thrust into her. She let out a whimper of need as I traced my tongue along her nipple. With what seemed to be great effort, she stopped making out with my husband.
"Love it. Also: very sensitive."
"That's what makes it so much fun," I teased, surprising myself at my boldness as I gently raked her nipple with my teeth.
A shudder went through her. "You. Are...so much fun, Marie," she gasped, before pulling Scott back in for another kiss. Her hand searched around, before finding his cock. She started lightly stroking it. "I know you just came, so no pressure. I just want to...mmm..." Jack must have hit a particularly nice spot, interrupting his wife's train of thought completely.
"Go for it," Scott told her, running her fingers through her hair. "I'm here for you to have fun with."
"It's just such a pretty cock," she replied, biting her lip.
The two of them continued to make out. My face flushed with need as I watched them. Between the sight of them, the fun of taking her nipple into my mouth, and the scent and sounds of Jack fucking her, my need for Allisen was reaching its peak.
I needed more.
* * *
Back in the present day, what I needed more of was....something? My memory-fueled reverie was broken by the sudden need for the use of my logistics brain. I shook my head, trying to clear it of the intrusive arousal fog as I stepped away from the bus stop and headed toward the grocery store parking lot.
Because that's where I was. Because life just went on. It was so weird. I was still me. There was some part of me that wasn't expecting that particular side of things. Maybe it was just because, well, I'm a nerd. When you're sheltered and autistic like I am, you have to build up a lot of plans for how social situations are going to go. Usually that meant learning from media. And you never see what happens after the life-changing events. They don't linger on, like, "Did the events that led to Sephiroth's downfall ever come up when Cloud Strife took his annual visit to the dermatologist?"
So we did this thing. This incredible, beautiful thing. And now it just...sat there, in my brain. Like having a bunch of fireworks just sitting on my nightstand. What do I do with it? Just move on? They have cards at the grocery store. Is there a card for "Thanks for the life-changing sex?" Probably not. What's the etiquette, there?
Rice. It was rice. We needed rice.
The sun beamed down at me as I got closer to the QFC. I didn't want to go to QFC. QFC was the medium expensive grocery store. But we needed rice to make dinner and the bus route somehow went in a zig-zag that meant getting to the Asian market took forty-five minutes even though it was only two miles away and I have a deadline to make and I definitely can't walk there and back after all the physical activity I got up to last night and... This. This was what my life was today.
But that's fine. I managed to get off of the mental track of remembering last night. Now I was free and clear to do a mental kitchen inventory to see if we need anything else from the store. I reached into my jacket pocket, pulled out my N-95 mask, and strapped it on to my face.
Oh. I must have...I guess I put this on last night, As we made our way out of the busy club. And definitely before I'd had the chance to wash my face. After looking around, I closed my eyes, and took a deep breath in through my nose.
It still smelled like her.
