Three's Company
Will was surprised when Marieta arrived with another woman. He recognised her. They had met briefly at a Filipina party the previous weekend. Some of Will's friends dated Filipinas. Filipinas like parties. Will's friends sometimes invited him to come to a party with them. They probably thought he might want to meet a young Filipina, as they had.
The woman who was now sitting at his kitchen table with Marieta as he made them coffee had approached Will at the party and introduced herself as 'Shirley'. She was wearing the same outfit as she had at the party: a black leather jacket with t-shirt and jeans, and just a little make up. It was a cold early January afternoon and the heavy coats the women had been wearing when they arrived were thrown over the bed in the spare room. Will had found Shirley attractive enough to have wanted to talk with her for a longer time at the party, but one of his friends had called him over, to introduce him to some eager young thing who might, for all Will knew, have been Shirley's daughter, and he excused himself, with every intention of returning to Shirley and talking with her more. He had imagined pleasantly flirtatious conversation and being offered her number, which he would have accepted.
He had liked the confident way she had introduced herself, unbothered by the fact that Will was probably fifteen years her junior. Shirley, he guessed, is around fifty. She is small in stature, not fat, but more than chubby; a pretty, well-worn face, a modest amount of make up to make what remained of her beauty shine without dazzle which, at her age, would have made her look gaudy and as if she had been trying too hard to look younger.
He had not got back to her, not because he had been detained by his friends and their bright young thing girlfriends and the bright young thing girlfriends' friends, or because he did not want to, but because he knew Marieta would find out. It was absurd. She made no claims on him. She is married. She had told him she had sex with other men. And yet, the thought of her knowing, and even more the thought that she almost certainly knew Shirley, was enough to keep him from returning to his conversation with her and letting what would follow, follow.
What now? It seemed more than coincidence that there she was, sitting at his kitchen table, not a week after she had tried to hit on him. Was Marieta matchmaking? Whatever would happen, it would happen the way Marieta wanted it to, and it would be interesting, and unquestionably, it would be fun.
The two women sat and drank the coffee Will had made for them, and chatted about other women in their community whom Will did not know, and just carried on as if he was not there. Marieta offered no explanation for Shirley's presence, other than to say that there was more to clean than usual: windows, the insides of cupboards and much else besides, and Shirley would help her.
They finished their coffees and got to work. Will went to the spare bedroom, which he used as a study. He did not have any work that needed doing that day, so he read a novel. Two and a half hours or so passed and Marieta came into the spare and told him they were finished. He shrugged his shoulders in answer and gestured with his head to where he assumed Shirley was. Marieta raised her eyebrows and smile, and said, 'she's the first complication.'
They sat around the kitchen table. Will noticed that Shirley had refreshed her make up, adding red lipstick and dark eye shadow. He offered them more coffee, but Shirley produced a bottle of vodka from her bag and Marieta took three shot glasses from the cupboard and Shirley poured a generous measure for each of them.
The sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes, until Marieta said to Will, 'I think you met Shirley at a party last week.'
'Yes, I did. I'm happy to see her again.'
Shirley smiled appreciatively, but she did not say anything, she left the talking to Marieta.
'Let's drink to that,' said Marieta.
They all downed their shots in one. Marieta told Shirley to pour them all another and they downed those.
'Is she attractive?' asked Marieta, looking at Will.
'Very,' said Will.
'She hit on you. Why didn't you get her number or ask for a date, if she's very attractive?
Will hesitated before saying, 'I got distracted. One of my friends was trying to introduce me to some young girl, his girlfriend's friend. I couldn't get away.'
'But you don't like young women. You like old women like me and Shirley, don't you?'
'Yes, I do.'
'I told you', said Marieta, looking at Shirley.
'Oh, I think I knew,' said Shirley.
She turned to Will and smiled and made eye contact with him.
'If he had asked for your number at the party, would you have given it to him?' Marieta asked Shirley.
'Yes, certainly,' replied Shirley.
'And, if he had invited you to his place, would you have accepted?'
'I'd have invited him to my place.'
'Would you have had sex with him?'
'Definitely.'
Marieta looked at Will. 'So, there it is,' she said, 'why didn't you?'
Will did not answer.
Marieta said, 'I hope you didn't shy away for the reason I think you did.'
Will was about to ask what she thought it was, but he thought better of it, she probably would not have answered anyway, other than to smile knowingly.
'One more before we start,' said Marieta.
Shirley poured. They downed them. The bottle stood on the kitchen table, about half full.
Anticipation grew and Will could feel the tension in the air. A threesome, for sure, but he was intrigued. How exactly would things unfold? Not knowing added to the excitement he felt.
They were still sitting at the table; the vodka was beginning to have its effect. Will knew Marieta had more to say, and he waited. Shirley waited too.
'Shirley was disappointed, but she knows I clean for you, and she wondered if we have something going on. I told her we do, but we are not in a relationship. She knows how things are.'
Shirley smiled in assent.
'However,' continued Marieta, 'although I make no claim on you, and I don't demand exclusivity, there is a price for this introduction, a price for you both.'
Shirley remained silent, so Will asked, 'what's the price?'
Marieta looked at him and did not speak, but stared intently as if weighing him up.
'I own you,' she told Will. 'You will fuck Shirley. You will fuck her because I'm telling you to. You have to do it. If you refuse, you will never fuck me again.'
She continued to stare at him hard as she said it and her tone was firm and harsh.
'And you,' she said, turning to Shirley, 'you are going to have to have sex with me, if you want him to fuck you.'
Marieta stared at Shirley with the same hard stare that she had given Will, and her tone was equally harsh and firm. Shirley looked suddenly self=conscious and timid.
Marieta turned to Will. 'Undress,' she ordered, 'show her what you've got. We'll see if she thinks you have enough to satisfy her.
Somewhere in his mind, he knew this was merely a game, but it felt deliciously real. He believed that doing what Marieta ordered him to do was the only way he could continue to have her. There, in the kitchen he undressed and stood in his boxer shorts; both women gazed at him. He felt objectified. He liked it.
'Shorts off,' barked Marieta.
Will was fully erect, and both women could see the bulge in his boxer shorts. Will took off his boxers and stood naked before them, his cock standing proud and tall.
Marieta asked Shirley, 'what do you think?'
'Not bad, good length, slim girth, nice.'
'Go to the bedroom,' Marieta told Will.
A minute later, the women joined him. To Will's surprise, they were both still clothed. Will was lying on the bed, still fully erect. He felt their eyes on him. Marieta sat in the chair under the window. She told Shirley to stand at the end of the bed. She did as she was told. Now it was Shirley's turn to be objectified. They both stared at her. She looked excited and nervous.
'Take off your t-shirt and jeans.'
Shirley obeyed. She stood and looked at Will looking at her. She was wearing a black bra and thong panties. In her underwear, all her lumps and bumps were visible. Will saw that she was heavier than she had seemed clothed. She was, he thought, five feet two inches or thereabouts. She had wide hips, a fleshy belly that hung over her panties a little. Her arse was equally fleshy, and the flesh was soft and expansive, enough to hide her thong, which had retreated into the cleavage of her arse. He could see a tattoo on her upper left arm, fading and old, a rose and something written inside it, but he could not read what it said. She had another tattoo on her left arse cheek, a butterfly, but he did not see that until she turned around. He loved tattoos on women like Shirley and Marieta.
Most tantalisingly, Will knew that when she unhooked her bra and took it off, her breasts would tumble downwards and hang over the top of her round belly. He loved saggy mature tits. He could barely contain himself. He wanted to leap from the bed, have Shirley kneel on the floor and wank himself off until he shot his cum over her magnificent tits. He controlled himself. He knew Marieta would never accept such impudence from him.
'What do you think? Do you want to fuck her?
'Oh, yes.'
'It doesn't matter what you want. You're going to fuck her anyway. And so am I.'
Marieta looked again at Shirley and told her to take off her bra. She looked back to Will.
'Do you like big saggy old women's tits?'
'Yes,' he gasped.
Shirley reached behind her back with both hands and unhooked the clip of her bra. Her tits burst forth and fell over her belly. They sagged deliciously. A very long nipple adorned each one, and the right nipple was adorned with a nipple ring.
'Do you like her tits?
'They're fantastic.'
'Yes, they are.'
