The Carnal Couple: the Palace V. 02

****Authors' note: If you haven't already, we encourage you to read our "Angels" series and the first installment of "The Palace" for a full background on all the characters

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"You fucking bitch!"

"You ungrateful cunt!"

""You disgusting whore!"

"You won't get a fucking cent!"

On and on it went, the feckless rantings of a powerful man trying to process the feeling of powerlessness. It was a lazy Monday afternoon and I had just told Kevin, my husband of nearly 20 years that I was leaving him. I was going to take half of everything, still making us both worth billions. I was looking forward to being in full control of the money I had earned when I helped him start "his" company. Buying and decorating The Palace had nearly depleted my pre-marital stash and I hated the idea of being dependent on Kevin for money. You see, he would have loved that, me constantly asking him to buy me this or that. I never did. He suspected I had my own money, whether it came from my parents or money I'd earned while modeling, but he didn't concern himself with it because he controlled "our" money. And now that was coming to an end.

To be clear, he wasn't upset about the idea of losing half of the money. No, he was angry about the loss of control. He realized he didn't control me and, more painfully, he didn't control Dawn or Kayla, two women he essentially paid to sleep with him. I shattered his ego into a million pieces when I played video of his whores with Cory.

The sight of them willingly and eagerly submitting to a black man with a 10 inch cock sent him over the edge. All those years he spent building wealth and power, trying to insulate himself from the inadequacy that enveloped his soul watching them worship the faceless "n* gger" in those videos and images. The shaking orgasms, crazed squirting, euphoric crying and calm intimacy had to really fuck him up, because he was screaming at me--the woman who supported him in every way when the 2008 Crash almost ruined him, all while raising two kids under four--like he'd lost his mind.

Then, in an instant, as it occurred to him, Kevin asked something I wasn't prepared to answer.

"Did you fuck him?"

I stammered and started to say something.

"DID YOU FUCK HIM?!"

I met his anger with my own and answered with brutal, defiant honesty.

"Why do you care? You don't fuck me. It wasn't enough seeing your two whores sucking that big black dick, you want to know if it did, too?"

He was hanging on to my every word and I could see it in his eyes that he already knew the truth, so I left no doubt. I steaded myself and took delight in it.

"Of course I did. He's my lover. He fucks me when he wants, however he wants. I let him cum in my mouth, my pussy, my ass, wherever. I'm his! And there's nothing you can do about it."

I was prepared for anything. I even thought he might get violent. My eyes darted around the room looking for something I could use to defend myself. It turned out none of that was necessary. Shockingly, Kevin was aroused. I was stunned when he unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out.

"Please tell me more," he begged, stroking himself. "Did he fuck all of you at once?"

I wasn't sure if I wanted to participate in this. This wasn't how I was expecting this to go.

"God, please, Kimaya, just give me this. You've already broken me. Tell me how he fucked you."

I felt sorry for him, but all-powerful at the same time. I realized this is who he'd been all along, a deviant too afraid to show his wife who he really is, so he took it out on God knows how many women. This was actually better than I could have imagined. I owned him now.

"Yes, he fucked all of us at once. He's fucked all of us together quite a few times. I loved tasting them off his cock. And they loved tasting me. He fucked all my holes and fed it to them. They told me how good I tasted when they cleaned him off. "

"Fuck yeah! Does he cum in you" Kevin asked, furiously stroking himself and nearing completion.

"Almost always. He cums in Dawn and Kayla, too. Have you noticed how much creamier and sweeter their pussies have been in the last month"

He exploded, shooting cum onto the half-a-million dollar rug in our bedroom. I hadn't seen Kevin cum in two years. It was quite impressive for a 57 year-old man. He came so hard, I thought he hurt himself, as he staggered onto the bed. I wasn't sure what to do or say at that point. It all happened so fast. It was quiet for nearly a full minute, neither of us wanting to speak.

"Do you have videos or pictures of you with him?" he asked shyly, like he was ashamed of himself.

I was mostly disgusted, but part of me was intrigued. Did he fantasize about me being with other men all this time? Black men?

"Does that turn you on? The thought of me being fucked by my black lover? You want to see his huge cock in all my holes?"

He sat up on the bed like a dead man in a coffin.

"Yes, I want to see you get fucked by that big black motherfucker," he hissed, with unabashed lust.

I smiled and thought for a second. I offered a compromise.

"Okay. You give me a quick, painless divorce and I'll consider giving you audio, just audio, of me with him. And maybe a few pics...no faces."

He agreed. It was a pact of mutually assured destruction. I had audio of him from Kayla and Dawn, saying things so disgusting that his company would lose half its value in a day. But now he'd have audio of me. I honestly didn't have to give him anything. I had him by the balls and we both knew it. But the bitch in me wanted him to hear me get fucked and enjoy it. I wanted him to hear me cum, to beg for Cory to do things to me that I'd never ask of him.

I left there on a high, knowing I'd never again have to hear Kevin's thoughts on anything concerning my life. I rushed back to The Palace to be with Cory and my sisters. All I could think about was how I wouldn't have to hide things and sneak around anymore. My entire body was buzzing with possibility.

When I walked in the door, I was struck by the silence. I thought they were all out. In an instant, the sound of Cory's juicer filled the space. I entered the kitchen and he had his back turned to me, but he knew I was there.

"You okay? How'd it go?"

"I'm...amazing. It went really well. No issues."

"Good. You deserve it."

"Where are the girls?"

He turned around and looked at me, taking a gulp of his juice.

"Out. I told them I'd stay behind, so someone would be here if you got back early. I didn't want you to be alone if things went bad."

I walked over to him and pressed up on him against the counter. He looked down at me with his big smile and took another sip.

"What's in that?" I asked, referring to his drink.

"Lots of healthy shit." he said, with a laugh.

"Is that why you taste so good?"

"Maybe. You wanna try some?"

"No. I like to taste it when it's coming out of you."

He started laughing before I even finished the sentence. We all loved being corny and cringey together. Humor was a big part of our bond. He looked down at me and ran his palm over my head.

"I love you, Maya."

I had never felt more connected to someone than I did at that moment. Words wouldn't suffice, so I let my instincts take over. I backed myself into the corner of the counter. Then, I took off my panties, hopped onto the counter, and spread my legs, placing my feet on each corner. I was wide open for him and dripping wet. He settled between me and we kissed so intensely that I didn't realize he was inside of me until after a few thrusts. He was harder than any other time I can remember. The feeling of fullness had me dizzy. He went slow and so deep. I palmed his muscular ass while he gyrated inside of me. I'd never realized how powerful his body was before.

If you told me it lasted more than two minutes, I'd call you a liar. He came in me like a wild stallion, primal and free. I felt the heat of him deep within me and my mind went black. When I regained my focus, he was kissing me gently around my mouth, inviting my tongue to meet his. He was still inside of me and neither of us seemed to want to unlink.

After a few moments, he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. I held tightly to him as he lay me on my bed, still inside of me. I could feel him getting hard again and I was ready for it.

"I want you to empty yourself inside of me," I said to him, holding his face and meeting his gaze.

He dropped down on me, cradled me and said "I love you."

This wasn't our usual fucking. He was making love to me. I began to sob uncontrollably as he pleasured himself with my body, which gave me pleasure in return. He vocalized his orgasm louder this time and I felt the heat from his breath on my neck and ear.

I could feel him still writhing ever so slightly, as he was recovering. The thickness of his soft cock floating in that pool of cum inside me was mind-numbingly sensual. I could only think to say one thing.

"Again. Give me all of it." I said.

And so he started stroking again. This time took a little longer, but it felt just as good. He still had plenty to give. At this point, I was leaking cum. I couldn't see it, but I could feel it oozing out of me and sliding down into my asscrack. My pussy felt so messy. I loved it.

We both held each other for a while, not saying a word. Then, I felt the familiar swelling in me. He began thrusting again. My excitement was immediate.

"Yes, please give me all of it," I begged him.

He felt harder and fucked harder this time. He rammed it in me, like he didn't care if it hurt. Honestly, I didn't care if it hurt either. We were both so wrapped up in the moment. This time, I wasn't so much concerned with his climax, because I was overcome with my own. It was sudden and powerful. My entire body erupted with joy. Yes, joy. I cried tears of joy. It was the best sex I've ever had. No theatrics. No shameless dirty talk. No extra pairs of hands everywhere. Just two people, uninhibited and focused. I was completely satisfied. Cory must've cum again, but I don't even remember it.

He rolled me over, so that I was on top of him and we just held each other.

"Don't move," he told me. "I want to fall asleep inside you."

So I stayed there, rested on his chest, feeling his throbbing cock inside my swollen, used pussy. I was so exhausted and sore. We both were. Cory winced and laughed as he explained how sore and swollen his manhood was after four orgasms within half an hour. Then, we got quiet, only communicating through touch. Strokes of the hair. Kisses on the chest. Held hands.

I was asleep before him. It was a deep sleep, the kind of sleep that great sex tends to force on the body. At one point, I was having an incredibly vivid, erotic dream about Zoe, Grace and me. The sensation was so real that it woke me up. Through my dreamy haze and the thin darkness of the room, slightly illuminated by the cracked door, I could see Zoe's voluminous blonde hair bobbing just above my hip. It was no dream. Her tongue slid and poked between my crevices. It was such a dirty thing to do, such a Zoe thing to do. I've often wondered exactly how long she was having her way with me before I had awakened. I turned to look for Cory, but he was gone.

"Where's Cory?" I asked her.

Zoe crawled up to me and spooned me. She was still fully clothed, back from a night out.

"Watching football," she laughed, as if I should have known that, which, of course, I should have.

"Where are Grace and Heather?"

"In one of the other rooms with company. Very young company."

"They love the young ones," I said, amused.

"It's fun to teach," she said, playfully.

We laughed and she kissed my shoulder.

"I was dreaming about you," I said.

"I know. You were talking in your sleep."

"Was I? What did I say?"

"My name," she said, as she slid her hand over my ass and between my cheeks, which caused me to reflexively crack open my legs. Her fingers slipped inside of me so easily. I was such a mess; the sticky, swampy moisture felt satisfying. She brought her fingers to my mouth and I tasted them. Cory's cum had been marinating inside me for hours. It was absolutely delicious. But more than the taste of our co-mingled, warm juices, it was Zoe's boldness that aroused me.

"You are completely filled with cum," She marveled. "I love when he does that. Are you sore?"

She was rubbing my clit ever so softly when she asked. I was sore, but I didn't want her to stop.

"I'm not that sore."

She inched closer and whispered in my ear, "Can I clean you up?"

The moment she said it, I felt a jolt of energy. My body and mind were fully awake. I rolled over and faced her with a mischievous smile.

"How do you want me?" I asked.

"Sit on my face."

I didn't hesitate. She laid back and opened her arms to receive me and I climbed on top of her, docking my pussy on her mouth. Her hands palmed my ass and spread me open, as I held on to the headboard. She stuck her tongue deep in me and I loved how soothing it felt.

"Push it out," she purred.

I could feel Cory's semen start to slide out of me, onto Zoe's tongue, and into her waiting mouth. She impatiently began to suck really hard on my pussy, as if trying to vacuum it all out of me. It hurt a little, but I didn't want her to stop. I wanted her to make me cum, and she knew how to do it.

"I love fucking you, Kimaya. Why don't you let me fuck you more, huh? You're mine, too. Don't you just want a pretty girl eating your pussy sometimes? Sticking pretty little fingers in your nasty asshole?"

When I felt her fingers in my ass, I let go. I always let go. Her passion just gets to me. Zoe loves ass play and she's insanely good at it. My orgasm built rapidly and erupted from my clit and spread throughout my body. I dribbled squirt, which Zoe feverishly lapped up before the drops could fall.

Fuck. Why didn't Zoe and I have sex more often? I didn't realize she was that into me. I'm not into girls as much as the others, but at that moment, I realized I might be missing out on a lot of fun.

She smacked my ass like she was playing congas, which snapped me out of my bliss. We laughed. I repositioned myself on top of her, face to face and we kissed. It was so delectably messy. I licked all around her mouth, chin and neck.

"Hey", she said softly, holding my face to make eye contact.

"Hey," I said, with a smile.

"I love you."

She looked so vulnerable and sincere, as she looked at me waiting for a response. My heart melted and I was overwhelmed with guilt. A rush of adrenaline surged through me, the way it sometimes does when a person blurts out a secret.

"I'm pregnant."

Zoe's reaction was not one of surprise. In fact, she seemed relieved, the way she closed her eyes and exhaled.

"I thought you might be," she said.

"How?" I asked, far more shocked that she was.

"It's hard to explain. You just seem focused on getting your shit together. You don't come out as much. No more wine to end the day. But the way you went about getting a divorce made me think you had a little more incentive than just 'freedom.' You already had freedom. You wanted a clean slate."

She was right. Shame on me for thinking I could hide a pregnancy from three incredibly intelligent women who see me nearly every day.

"When I thought I was pregnant last year, I panicked. I felt trapped, like there were no options. And I hated that feeling. So, when I decided to start seeing you and Cory again, I promised myself it would be on my terms."

"We need to tell Cory," Zoe said.

"I don't know If I'm keeping it."

That was true. Rather, it felt true. From the moment I learned I was pregnant, I was constantly talking myself out of it. I wasn't sure if I wanted to be a mom again at 41, even with financial stability and without an emotional albatross of a husband. Besides, I loved my new life. I loved fucking strange and beautiful new women with Cory and the girls. I felt so young and free. Did I really want a baby?

Zoe looked at me as if I had committed the most vicious act of betrayal.

"Of course you are!" she said, with hushed intensity.

My chin quivered and my eyes welled. Of course I was keeping it. I couldn't admit it to myself, but when Zoe said it, I knew it was happening. I was having Cory's child. I wanted to have Cory's child, and I'd give him as many as my body would allow.

I nodded and wheezed a barely audio "okay" to affirm I would have the baby. She hugged me and I sobbed in her bosom. She hushed me and stroked my hair until I calmed and quieted. When I was done, I looked up at her.

"I thought you'd be upset. The idea of another woman giving Cory a child doesn't bother you? Especially before you?"

Zoe contemplated my question for a moment; her eyes turned up as she searched for the right response. She cracked a smile.

"To be completely honest with you, I hadn't given it much thought. Obviously, I don't want my husband just making babies with random women all over the place. We're not that...immoral. We'd want to be in the child's life. When I realized you might be pregnant, I felt happy, because we love you and we want to share our lives with you. That goes for Grace and Heather, too."

"We should tell girls, too."

"We will. Not tonight. Get some rest. We'll talk more tomorrow."

I didn't wake up until nearly noon. No Zoe or Cory in sight, but I knew that place wasn't empty. I could hear the presence of people, muffled female voices off in the distance. My head was clear. My body felt like I'd had a great workout. I showered, got dressed and headed to the kitchen for breakfast.

As I walked down the corridor, I heard two women I didn't recognize. As soon as I entered the kitchen, they were staring me in the face, wearing big smiles.

"You must be Kimaya."

"Damn. You really are beautiful."

"Thank you. Who are you?"

They were in their underwear, sitting at the island counter, casually having breakfast. They were very pretty and very young, likely students at one of the nearby universities. Sienna was a playful brunette with big, natural breasts that were beautifully framed by her tank top. Her friend Jen was simply gorgeous, biracial (b/w) with long, curly dirty blond hair, freckles and suggestively plump pink lips.

"We missed you last night," Sienna said, with a mischievous smile.

I blushed, which almost never happens.

"Cory put your ass to sleep, huh?" Jen joked, drawing a giggle from Sienna.

"Yeah, we started and we couldn't stop, I guess," I admitted, apologetically.

"It's okay. We all had some fun this morning while you were sleeping," Jen offered pettily, taking a sip.

If she was trying to make me jealous, it worked. I tried to keep calm, but I hated the idea of being left out. The thought of missing Jen taking Cory in her mouth for the first time made my stomach burn with envy.

"All of you?" I croaked.

I can only imagine how pathetic I looked. They stayed silent for a moment, looking at each other, as if waiting for someone to answer. My question lingered. I was just about to ask again.

"We're fucking with you!" Sienna said, exploding into laughter.

I was so relieved.

"You should've seen your face," Jen laughed, as she wrapped her arms around me and kissed my cheek.

When she stood up, her long athletic body immediately caught my eye. She was boldly affectionate. The kiss on my cheek wasn't some peck. It was sensual, placed closer to my chin, near the corner of my mouth. Her skin felt amazing on me. I'd never been so viscerally attracted to a woman. I wanted her.

I stared at her mouth as she spoke her next words, completely lost in my lust.

"Are you headed out? Is it okay if we just hang out for a while?"