Third Weekend In July

Author's Note: The following is a work of fiction. All characters are over the age of eighteen. This is a prequel to my three-part series "Befriending Becca," but it is a stand-alone story in every sense of the word. It contains light anal play. It's also my entry into the 2025 Literotica April Fool's Contest. Enjoy!

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THIRD WEEKEND IN JULY

by Eosphorus

"How do I look?"

I turn around.

Damn.

No one pulls off a summer dress like Katie. This one compliments her figure more than usual. And such colors! Bright yellow with a blue floral pattern.

"Incredible," I say.

She poses. Hip thrust out, smiling expectantly. "You like the dress?"

Her hair's down, wavy strawberry blonde locks spilling over her shoulders. She's ditched her contact lenses, too. Good. I prefer her in glasses.

"How do you do it?" I say.

"Do what?" Katie says.

"Manage to look as hot at forty-five as you did at twenty-five?"

Katie rolls her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. I'm sure. You look pretty good yourself, babe."

She drapes her hands around the back of my neck. I place mine on her hips. Our eyes lock.

Her eyes, her eyes. How many times have I lost myself amid their myriad hues of blue? Those eyes which are not to be denied whatever they wish. Eyes which see through me.

"You're nervous," she says.

"Is it that obvious?"

Katie nods. "Uh-huh. What's there to be anxious about?"

I shrug.

"It's not our first time doing something like this," Katie says. "Not even with Roxanne."

"No, but it's been a while." I don't specify how long. We both know. "And you're telling me you're not even a little nervous?"

She shrugs. "There's butterflies, I guess."

Even if she's as anxious as me, I wouldn't be able to tell. She's too good an actress. But it would be classic Katie to feign calmness for my sake.

We kiss. Hot and eager right away. Tongues dancing. Guess I'm not the only one who's been horny all day.

We come up for air, hands remaining in place.

"Sure you don't need any help in the kitchen?" she asks.

I shake my head. "Nope."

"Of course. You like having something to occupy your attention when you're anxious."

She knows me well. "That's not all. I have other reasons."

She raises her eyebrow in that adorable way of hers. "What are those?"

"I wasn't exactly a culinary mastermind the last time we saw Roxanne."

A mischievous grin appears on her face. "Now you seek to enthrall her with your virtuoso performance in the

arte de cuisine.

"

We laugh. Katie loves a fancy turn of phrase when she's feeling playful. It's one of her things.

"Yup," I say.

"I'll leave you to it,

maestro

." Katie grabs my crotch. "There's my guy. This cock's gonna get a workout tonight."

I hope so.

"I'm ready. I brought back-up, but I'm ready."

"You don't

need

back-up," she says.

"I know."

"I've never had cause for complaint," she says. "I'd hate it if you thought you had to rely on them when you don't."

"But I do believe this occasion calls for it. I want to do my absolute best."

"Did you take it yet?"

"I was going to wait," I say. "You know, see if things are gonna work out. Don't want to waste one."

Katie rolls her eyes. "What're they, a dollar a pill?"

"Still."

"You know," Katie says. "I just had a fun idea."

"What's that?"

She squeezes my crotch harder. "How about I get to decide when you take one? If the anticipated sexual chemistry develops, I'll give you the go-ahead. We can come up with a signal beforehand."

A new thought pops into my head. "Or, instead..."

"Instead what?"

"Instead

you

decide when I take one, but you don't tell me."

Katie's eyes brighten. "Interesting."

"You could slip me one without me knowing. Maybe in my drink."

"I not only get to decide when," Katie says. "But I get to keep it a secret."

I knew she'd like that. "I won't know until the effects hit me."

"I'm in. This'll be fun. Now I'll let you get back to work. Roxanne will be here any minute. Where are the pills?"

"Top drawer of the vanity upstairs."

Katie gives me a conspiratorial wink and leaves. There's a little extra sashay in her step.

Now I'm aroused as well as nervous. How could I not be with the possibilities ahead? This game we just cooked up should add to the fun, too.

I set to work on dinner, happy for the distraction.

Katie's right. I don't

need

the pharmaceutical assist, but it makes me harder than I've ever achieved. Not even when I was eighteen. And I'm ready again so soon

I'm dicing shallots when there's the sound of a car turning onto the long, crushed gravel driveway.

Roxanne.

My stomach tightens. Anticipation and exultation at once.

Katie reappears at the kitchen door, grinning ear-to-ear. "She's here!!"

Deep breath, deep breath.

Katie rushes outside. Squeals of greeting follow. Hugs in the driveway. I start towards the front door as Katie is leading Roxanne by the hand inside.

Wow. The last twenty years have been kind to Roxanne. She changed, sure, but remains stunning. Her long black hair is now medium length and flecked with gray. She wears glasses now, too.

Nice

.

"There he is!" Roxanne's face breaks into a giant smile. She strides forward and hugs me. I breathe in her sweet aroma. It's vaguely fruity. Cherry blossoms?

Roxanne pulls back. "God, Alex! It's great to see you. You look incredible!"

I get a longer look at her. Her green buttoned-down shirt and jeans show off a fantastic figure. Still trim, if thicker in a few places than once upon a time. So much the better.

Her face is more angular, subtle lines around her eyes and mouth. Character and experience written into her beauty.

"So do you. I'm, um, making dinner."

I'm making dinner?

Real smooth.

She swats my arm playfully. "Look at you! Katie's kept me posted on what an amazing chef you've become."

"I've learned a few things."

Roxanne gives me a sly look. "I don't doubt it."

"Come on." Katie takes Roxanne by the hand. "Let's collect your bag and get you settled-in. Alex will pour us some chablis."

"This place is gorgeous," Roxanne says as they head back out to her car. "I can't wait for the tour."

Katie helps Roxanne with her suitcase and they head upstairs to deposit it in one of the spare bedrooms. I pour out two generous glasses of chablis and leave them on the kitchen island. I pour myself half a glass and return to prepping ingredients.

"My gosh that view!" Roxanne says as they come back downstairs.

Katie and Roxanne take a seat at the island behind me. They laugh, joking about the old days. Recounting playful pranks of years ago.

"Remember the whole thing with Rob and Diane?" Roxanne says.

"Of course," Katie says.

I turn towards them.

"Rob was this guy we knew," Roxanne says. "Total sweetheart. He had a crush on Diane but thought she was out of his league. Afraid to ask her out."

I smile. Katie told me this one.

"We told Diane all about it," Roxanne continues. "The three of us hatched a plot. I told Rob I set him up on a last minute blind date with an out-of-town friend. Told him which restaurant she was at and what she was wearing. He gets there and his blind date is Diane."

"Last I heard," Katie adds. "They're still together. Nothing like a little deception in the service of a good cause."

I catch Katie's eye for a moment. She's played her fair share of jokes on me over the years. I always fall for them, too. She's too good an actress.

Like last week. The kids were staying with their cousins. I'd hoped we'd take maximum advantage of being alone.

No such luck. Katie was cranky all evening. Snapping at me and complaining about everything. I asked her what was wrong.

Katie huffed. "I don't want to talk about it!"

Imagine my disappointment. I'd even taken one of my pills in hope of an epic evening.

Katie stomped upstairs and texted me she was going to bed early and also demanded I bring her chamomile tea. Not normally her behavior, which should've clued me in.

When I brought the tea she was standing by our bed in a black corset and matching thigh-highs. Her hair was in a tight bun and her glasses on the tip of her nose.

Katie tossed a blindfold at me. "Surprise, babe! Put this on."

Next thing I know I'm blindfolded and my hands are tied to our headboard via a silk scarf. First Katie had me eat her ass while we sixty-nined. Then she rode me hard until I came.

All evening she'd convinced me she was upset about something. That I had no shot. Never broke character once. Man, what a night.

"Hello!" Katie snaps her fingers. "Earth to Alex."

"Sorry. I was a million miles away. Are you ladies hungry?"

"Starving," Roxanne says. "I can't wait to see what you've made."

"Just a light Italian summer meal for three," I say.

Roxanne's eyes sparkle. "I'm intrigued."

"We'll start with a caprese salad," I say.

Roxanne glances at Katie then back to me. "Tomatoes, mozzarella, and basil. The classic trio."

"The classic trio indeed," I say. "And perfect this time of year. Tomatoes and basil both right out of the garden."

"What's after that?" Roxanne asks.

"You'll have to wait and see."

Roxanne cocks her head and smiles. It's charming. "Alright."

"He's planned out every course," Katie says. "You won't be disappointed."

"I'm open to whatever," Roxanne says. "Bring it on."

"He's going to make your senses come alive," Katie says.

"I'm hoping so," Roxanne says.

Katie and Roxanne giggle, leaning towards one another. Katie places a hand atop Roxanne's forearm. They trade glances. The chemistry's still there, isn't it? As if all the intervening years weren't there.

Good. I know how much Katie craves another woman's touch. She wants tonight as much as me. And I want it

a lot.

"Shall we begin?" I ask.

Roxanne's eyes flash. "Yes, please!"

"How about we eat right here?" Katie asks.

"We should!" Roxanne says. "Our very own chef's table."

"The better to serve the both of you," I say.

Roxanne and I share a lingering gaze. I look at Katie. A mischievous glint is in her eyes.

"Very well, ladies. I'll get right on it."

"See that you do," Katie says.

I arrange the place settings and finish preparing the salad. I drizzle balsamic and olive oil atop it in a crisscross pattern. Perfect. I place the platter in front of them with a flourish.

Roxanne's eyes light up. "What a work of art."

I serve their portions. Katie smiles approvingly.

Roxanne closes her eyes, inhaling deep. "So many aromas, but the freshness of the basil shines through."

I wait for them to try some. Smiles and nods ensue.

"Damn," Katie says.

Roxanne's eyes widen and she turns to Katie. "You really are a lucky woman!" She looks back towards me. "How'd you make such a simple dish so good?"

"The absolute best ingredients. Including the highest-quality olive oil."

Roxanne leans forward. "The olive oil! I might've known. The way it coats my lips and my tongue. I can't wait to see what's next."

Katie and I glance at each other. This is off to a good start, isn't it?

"I can't get over how great this place is," Roxanne says. "Lake Champlain right out back."

"It's rented-out most of the time," Katie says. "We block out plenty of weeks to use it ourselves, though. With the kids, but also without."

"Gotta have the adults-only time," Roxanne says.

"We feel the same way," Katie says.

The three of us clink glasses and sip. I nurse mine. Pill or not, too much alcohol blunts my performance these days.

"Look at the two of you," Roxanne says. "Successful careers, raising a family. Somehow finding the time to take care of yourselves and look hot as hell."

"Same as you!" Katie says. "You look better than ever. What's your secret?"

"The pescetarian diet helps. Hiking, biking, as well. Plus other assorted physical activities."

Katie laughs. "Gotta stay active."

"Absolutely. How do you two manage?" Roxanne asks.

"I run and do yoga," Katie says. "Alex bikes, hikes, hits the gym. Plus other assorted physical activities together."

"I bet." Roxanne studies me. "I also have to say, Alex, I love the clean shaven look. Sexy as fuck."

I nod, smiling. Roxanne's far from the first woman to comment on it. "Thanks."

"What made you do it?" Roxanne asks.

"It's kinda embarrassing," I say. "I'll let Katie tell you."

"He was losing his hair," Katie blurts out. "Nothing to be ashamed of, but he was engaged in a failing battle to hide it. A comb-over and everything.".

I clear the plates and deposit them in the sink.

"The comb-over," Roxanne says. "That always fools everyone."

I retrieve the soup from the fridge and shoot her a pretend-hurt look. "Mine did."

"Of course it did, honey," Katie says. "No one had the slightest clue."

Katie and Roxanne laugh, sipping more wine.

I place the soup on the counter and grab spoons from the drawer.

"True words," Roxanne says.

I give her another feigned how-could-you look and get out the bowls.

"I took the kids to my parents for a long weekend," Katie says. "When we got back we were greeted by Mr. Clean here."

"How'd you react?" Roxanne says.

I spoon soup into the bowls. "She froze in her tracks."

"I did," Katie says.

"Didn't you like it?" Roxanne asks.

I garnish the soup with basil and a little olive oil.

"Oh, I liked it," Katie says.

I add pecorino romano shavings and glance their way. "I knew something was up. She kept looking my way all dinner."

Katie sips her wine. "I counted the hours until the kids went to bed."

Roxanne raises an eyebrow. "I bet I know why."

"The sex that night was epic," Katie says.

Roxanne gives us both a mischievous smirk. "I don't doubt it. Now tell us all about this soup, Alex."

I place the bowls in front of them.

"What is it?" Roxanne asks.

"Italian gazpacho," I say.

"Well, it looks spectacular." Roxanne glances at Katie. "Do you eat like this all the time?"

Katie nods.

"My goodness!" Roxanne says. "Tomato, basil, and cheese. Nothing like a good

trio.

All parts working in tandem."

I stare at her, speechless.

"Such light fare," Roxanne says. "After all, who wants to feel all stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey?"

She understands completely.

"Not me."

Roxanne closes her eyes, breathing in. Nodding.

"Such aromas!" she says. "It reminds me of this little place in Rome.

This

was the scent from the kitchen. Isn't it amazing how a smell can evoke a memory?"

"Try some," I say.

Roxanne picks up her spoon and samples some. "Again you amaze."

I shrug. "I try to do my best."

"Look at the three of us," Roxanne says. "Circling back after all these years."

Katie places her hand atop Roxanne's and gives me a smile. Our eyes meet.

Hurry up and sneak me one of my pills!

***

Katie and Roxanne are out sitting on the deck looking out over the water, having another glass of wine and talking. Intimately and openly, I'm sure.

I check the pan again. The fish is almost ready.

Roxanne's words echo in my head.

Circling back after all these years.

It's hard to believe it's been twenty years since that night.

That night.

We'd only been married six months. Having the time of our lives, deep in love and in lust. Fucking five times a week. Oral sex to start Sunday mornings while watching cooking shows.

Open to playing around with others, too. Continue on the pair of threeways we did while dating. The first was with a chick we met at a party. We were all a little drunk but it was a good time. The second was with a male friend, both guys focused exclusively on Katie. More fun than I expected.

The best of times.

Roxanne was in town for the weekend, Katie's friend and occasional lover from college. We were going to head down the shore but rain wrecked those plans. Instead, we ordered pizza and sat around laughing and draining a bottle of wine.

"You know," Katie said to Roxanne. "I'd really like to make-out with you."

Roxanne looked my way, eyes hopeful.

"Don't let me stop you," I said.

They were all over each other, tongue-kissing and grabbing one another's tits. Two hotties in their mid-twenties going at it.

Katie turned towards me. "You feel like getting in on this?"

The memories! Katie and Roxanne taking turns sucking my cock. Hammering my young wife from behind while she went down on Roxanne. Fucking Roxanne while she performed cunnilingus on Katie. Katie calling Roxanne "Bitch" the whole time and Roxanne getting off on it.

I'd never heard Katie scream so loud. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK!"

I came inside Roxanne, unable to hold back at the sight of her face buried between Katie's legs. My sweet bride twisting her own nipples and coming.

***

"And

what

is this new culinary wonder?" Roxanne asks. "The aromas, they're so complex. Nuanced."

We're out on the deck for the main course..

"It's called

Acqua Pazza

," I say.

"And that is?" Roxanne asks.

"Italian poached fish," I say. "Sauteed in red onions, fennel, and cherry tomatoes. Then you throw in fresh herbs and poach in water and white wine."

"You really are taking care of us tonight," Roxanne says.

She's flirty as ever, isn't she? Okay, two can play at that game. "I'm giving it my all. I wouldn't want to disappoint such a special friend."

Roxanne smirks. "I'd expect nothing less than your maximum effort. From both of you."

"See for yourself," I say.

I wait. The ladies each sample a piece. Chewing carefully.

"That's good," Katie says. "Really good."

"Damn," Roxanne adds. "You really have a talent for stimulating my senses."

The three of us share a grin. This is headed in the right direction. No doubts.

The ladies talk of old friends as we eat. The sun dips lower in the west, Lake Champlain's waters darkening.

Roxanne finishes the last of her fish, putting her fork down. "That fish was so good it made my pussy wet."

Hasn't gotten timid, has she?

Katie points at Roxanne. "I'll have what she's having."

We laugh. Katie tops off Roxanne's chablis, emptying the rest of the bottle into her own. She picks up my glass even though it's not empty. "I got you, babe."

Katie goes into the house. That last remark by Roxanne must've clinched it.

Roxanne stands. She takes my hand and leads me to the Adirondack chairs. We sit, staring at the lake. Her hand is on mine.

"This view must never get old," she says.

"It's different every time I look at it," I say.

"Yeah?"

"Depending on the time of day or the weather," I say. "The changing sky above it. Like Monet and his lily pond."

Roxanne raises an eyebrow. "I don't remember you being so attuned to such things. You've changed, haven't you?"

"I guess," I say. "Then again, haven't we all?"

"Only the lucky ones."

I start to ask what she means when Katie returns with a new bottle and my drink already poured. Our eyes meet and she hands it to me.

I sip the wine. It doesn't taste different. Should it?

The three of us sit silently. Katie on one side of me, her hand on my knee. Roxanne on the other, her hand still on my own. Lights are starting to appear over on the New York side of Champlain.

"It's been so much fun catching up," Roxanne says. "But now I want to get

really

caught up."

"You first," I say.

"I wouldn't know where to begin," Roxanne says. "So much tends to happen when we're talking decades."

"It boggles the mind, doesn't it?" Katie says.

Roxanne taps her index finger against her lips. "Let's see. First there was the marriage to Ted. Major mistake. Took me ten years to realize it."