“Well, I hope you don’t have any crazy idea that we’re going to be one and done,” she said.

Since my dick was hard again, I didn’t have any crazy idea like that.

----

“Roll over!” I said. “On your stomach.”

Eva gave me a funny look and scrunched up her eyebrows. “Why?” she asked.

“I’ll rub your back,” I said. “And I want to play with your ass.”

“I hope you’re not going to try to stick your fist up there!” she almost shouted.

We both laughed, and I told her no, but she had a sweet ass and I wanted to play with it.

She rolled over on her belly and I straddled her back. My cock and balls rested on the base of her spine. After a cursory two or three minutes of my unskilled massage, I told her it was time for my dessert. I hopped up and over to the room service cart. I had ordered a small bowl of fudge swirl ice cream with our appetizers and I took the ice cream and a spoon back to the bed. She squealed when I glopped spoonfuls of the ice cream onto her naked lower back, onto her butt cheeks and a couple of big ones in the crack of her ass. Then I ate my dessert.

Eva giggled and whimpered as I licked and sucked up my cool treat from her back, and then her butt cheeks. I took my time while the ice cream in her ass crack slowly melted and softened. She almost shrieked when I spread her ass with my hands and used my tongue to move the globs of fudge swirl to her asshole and began to eat. I ate it all with hungry lips and licked up every drop and Eva was to the point of frenzy and panted and howled like a bitch in heat.

“Oh, Jesus fuck, Adam!” she barked. “What are you trying to do to me?”

I reached between her legs beneath her and she immediately grabbed my hand and led it to her swollen clit.

“Holy fuck! You got fists in my pussy and ice cream up my ass, oh shit…ugghh…”

I plunged my tongue into Eva’s creamy asshole and I felt her push her ass to my face.

“Oh shit, got your fucking tongue up my fucking ass, oh my God!”

She tried to ram my fingers into her twat again but I pulled back, took back my tongue and moved my body on top of her. My cock was hard as steel and pressed against the crack of her ass. I sucked her neck hard and then chewed on her earlobe.

“You feel how hard I am, Eva? See what you’ve done to me?”

“You better give me that thing again!”

“Oh, you’re gonna get it alright!”

I hopped up and grabbed some lube and was back on her before she could move. I opened it and shot a generous amount into her ass. She grunted when I spread her and inserted two fingers and gently reamed her to make sure she was good and slimy.

“Unh, unh, unh,” Eva blurted, “Stretch me, Baby.” I slathered a heaping helping of the goo all over my achy, engorged cock. I spread her wide and put the tip of my hard head up to her avid asshole.

“Oh, go to it Baby,” she said, “Gonna be the best ass you ever had!”

I pushed and she moaned, and I pushed again and she moaned again and I pushed a little more and she moaned a little more. Her hands were on her ass, spreading her buttocks for me, helping my white cock find its way into the depth of her ebony ass. When I was about halfway in I started gently swinging my groin into her and felt myself slipping farther and farther inside, and the deeper I drove the louder she moaned.

“Are you alright?”

“Fuck my ass, Baby.”

I started humping that sweet ass like there was no tomorrow. I was pile-driving it into her. She was groaning, the bed was shaking and sweat was breaking out on my face. As I pumped away, harder and harder because I wanted to shoot a load of cum into her beautiful booty, I looked at the back of her head and saw a huge hickey that I’d planted on the base of her neck on her right side. I thought of her nails digging and scraping into my head and shoulders and back, and I pumped faster, my cock harder, gliding in and out of her ass with the slight, tight friction of a well-oiled machine.

I squawked deep and loud when I came. I squirted strings of my love sap into her, five, six, seven shots, then collapsed on top of her. As my spasms lessened I dug my teeth into the left side of her neck and sucked, creating a twin love bite for the one on her right.

----

“Goddamn, Adam!” Eva said. “You some kind of sex maniac?”

We were lying there, in recovery.

“I think you’re the sex maniac,” I said. “I’m just trying to keep up.”

“Shit. You fuck like a man possessed.”

“I see a foxy ass like yours, I can’t help it, shit happens.”

“I guess you’ll be wanting to fuck my ass all the time now, won’t you? I’ll bet if Rita knew you were going to fuck me like that she never would have set us up.”

“You having second thoughts?”

“Hell no,” Eva said. “Rita knew I wanted to get in your pants, I told her I dreamt about you. But I didn’t know if you wanted to get into mine.”

“Well, I never told Rita,” I said, “But after I heard about your dream, sometimes when I’d be fucking her I would imagine it was you. And I had a dream about you too.”

“No shit? What did you dream about?”

“We just did it,” I said, “My dream came true.” Then we drifted off to Dreamland.

----

When I woke at about seven in the morning Eva was in the shower. I put on the robe and went outside and sat in the chair on the balcony sipping from a bottle of water. In a few minutes, the drapes parted and Eva came out and sat down beside me, naked as a jaybird. She leaned to me and we shared our first kiss of the day, a strong and deep one.

“Your mouth tastes like pussy!” Eva said when we parted.

“That’s a hell of a ‘Good Morning’,” I laughed.

She smiled and said that she didn’t say it was a bad thing.

“You know what pussy tastes like?”

“I’ve had a taste from time to time,” she said.

“Really?”

“Sure. Does that shock you?”

“No, it doesn’t shock me. I guess I just never thought about it.”

“Want to know a secret?” she said. Her hand pulled the tie loose from my robe and it fell open. “When I first started my job I’ll admit that I thought about Rita’s crotch a few times. But then I saw yours.”

She put her hand on my cock and pressed her face to mine and we were soon locked in another power kiss. She stroked me as we kissed, my cock swelling in anticipation. When she broke our kiss she lowered her head and took my fully erected cock into her mouth and sucked me with a syphoning force while kneading my balls into a tight mass. The fact that the last place my dick had been was inside her asshole did not seem to bother her.

I let out with a squeaky moan when I felt her finger jam into my ass. It felt good, intensified the feeling.

Eva detached her mouth from my member for a moment and said, “After what you did with my ass, I’m gonna have to find something creative to do with yours!” Then she sent right back down to sucking.

After a couple of minutes, Eva must have sensed that I was getting close to the edge because she came up for air and soon maneuvered her body onto mine, facing me.

“I’m so fucking wet!” she hissed at me.

She guided the head of my cock between her lavish lips and lowered her body onto me, and I slid right in, all the way, deep into her warm, wet cunt. And we fucked, hard and loud, on our second-floor balcony with the back of Eva’s naked body plainly visible to anyone on the grounds below. I hoped there was nobody out there that early in the morning. It didn’t take long. We came as one in short order.

----

I felt like a beaten dog. Eva had used my upper body for a pin cushion and my cock was raw. My jaws ached from our turbulent kisses and from my tongue doing acrobats in her pussy and ass. I told her I was going to take a shower. After about four or five minutes I was fully lathered and trying to scour off our sex when Eva came through the bathroom door naked and sat on the toilet and took a pee. I guess she felt that after everything we’d already done there was no embarrassment. She looked at me through the shower glass.

“Wash your cock for me,” she said.

“Huh?”

“Let me see you wash your cock. I want to watch it grow. Jerk off for me.”

The sides of my cock were rubbed raw and the water already kind of burned. But I soaped up both of my hands and started washing it for her.

“Get it hard!” she said.

With the hot water streaming down on me and the thick soap giving me a nice slick surface, I went to work, and soon it was back to some serious wood. Eva stepped in the shower and took my cock in her hand and continued where I’d left off. We were soon again kissing, with mouths of soaring tongues. I felt her rubbing the head of my cock against her clit and the nails of her other hand digging into me.

“I want you one more time,” Eva said. I kissed and started to insert my cock into her. She tensed and said, “Eat me first.”

I lowered my body slowly, pausing to nibble on her nipples and navel briefly on the way down. On my knees, I licked her pussy and I took her lovely swollen lump into my mouth and started singin’ in the rain. I played her pussy like a kazoo, humming a tune as I chowed down. I felt her body tremble, and she hummed along, and I stayed down a while until she pulled my head upward.

“Fuck me,” she whispered.

There was a narrow ledge on the shower wall about a foot from the floor. Eva put one foot up on the ledge giving us an advantageous angle. She rammed my cock into her pussy and her tongue into my mouth. After the prolonged cunnilingus Eva had just received, it didn’t take long before she exploded, her fervent groans echoing off the tiles. We couldn’t get any wetter, but I felt her warm rush nonetheless, oozing out around my cock, down our legs and down the drain. That just made me fuck her harder. I wanted to leave her with one more load.

“God, we can fuck!” Eva exclaimed. “I knew it would be great, but we fuck even better than I thought we would.”

I shot my load and we slipped and almost fell when I swung into her too hard and knocked her against the wall. I sucked another hickey onto her shoulder as she dug into my back with her nails. I figured if she was going to leave me with battle scars, I’d leave her with some too.

After we were all cleaned up and dressed, we kissed goodbye in the room and left separately. We agreed we’d be in touch again soon.

----

That afternoon I ran some errands and when I got home around four o’clock Rita was not there. When I hadn’t heard from her by five I called her cell phone and got voice mail and left a message. I soon got a text from her saying that she would not be back for a couple of days; she said she’d be home Monday evening and we could talk. I knew that didn’t sound good. So I had two days for my wounds to heal and think about what I’d gotten myself into.

----

I was waiting for her when she came home from work Monday. She carried an overnight bag, so it appeared she had planned ahead of time not to be home with me over the weekend. We said our hellos and she put the bag down on the floor. She looked nervous, and when I went to kiss her she seemed to stiffen, and the kiss was tentative at best. The air was tense. We sat down, Rita on the sofa and me on a chair facing her.

“You texted me that you wanted to talk?” I asked.

“Yes. We need to talk,” she said. “I don’t know where to start.”

“Start wherever you want,” I replied.

She took a deep breath and looked down at her hands.

“I didn’t see Eva today, she was out in the field all day. How was your birthday?”

“It was good. Certainly a big surprise to both of us.”

“Is she a good fuck?”

“Rita, please…”

“I’m sorry. Please pretend I didn’t say that. I know that’s not fair.”

Then she started crying. I started to move to the sofa to console her but she waved me back to my chair.

“Rita, tell me what’s going on!”

“I’m sorry…” she mumbled.

“Where have you been the last two nights?”

“Three nights…”

“Rita, come on…”

“With Daryl!” she blurted and cried another burst of tears.

“Daryl? You’re sleeping with Daryl?”

She nodded her head up and down and said, “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry…”

“Why don’t you back up and tell me what the hell’s going on!”

She took another deep breath and let out a long exhale.

“I’ve been seeing him for a few weeks now. I’m so sorry. It just happened; I still find it hard to believe.”

“God, he’s pretty young, isn’t he?”

“He’s twenty. So we’re still closer in age than you and Eva.”

She had me there. “When did it start? How did it start?”

“Five or six weeks ago. One night after work Eva and I went to hear him play piano at a restaurant. We all talked a little when he took a break and it was a nice time and pleasant music. When we were leaving and he kissed Eva goodbye, he said to me that I should come back sometime without my chaperone, kidding around. And later that week I did. And that’s how it started.”

“Go on.”

“I went back by myself and listened to him but nothing happened. We made eye contact and talked for a minute and flirted a little but that was it. But when I went back a third time…that’s when it really started.”

I sat there shaking my head. “I can’t believe this…”

“I know, Adam, I have felt so guilty, and I’ve hated myself, that’s why I fixed you up with Eva…”

“That was your idea!” I said, with my voice raised.

“I know, Adam, because I felt so guilty. I knew you two would end up fucking each other anyway if you weren’t already, and I thought it would make me feel less guilty.” She blew her nose on a tissue. “But it only made me feel worse.

“When I went back the third time I knew by the way he smiled at me that something was going to happen. And it did. During a break, he sat with me and we talked, and when he finished playing he sat down again and had a drink and we talked some more about music, his gigs, his band. When we were leaving we walked out to the parking lot and over to his van. We stopped, he looked at me and he kissed me. He showed me his van: It’s an old VW and it has an area behind the front seats for his music equipment, and a bench seat in the back that folds down into a bed. We were seated on the bench and started kissing. I don’t know how it happened because I’ve never been such a slut, and I’d never had sex with a black guy before, but before long our pants were down and our shirts came off and we were naked and well, I think you know the rest.”

The look of relief was palpable on her face. She’d finally gotten it off her chest. I was pretty pissed but I knew Rita well and I figured her guilt was sincere. And though I had not acted until Rita gave me my ‘birthday present’, I knew that I’d had plenty of impure thoughts and communications with Eva over the same period of time. And at least I now knew I wouldn’t feel guilty when I saw Eva again.

“Well, I guess that’s that,” I barked as I rose from my chair. “I’ll come by tomorrow and get all my shit.” I walked out and didn’t even close the door behind me.

----

Fortunately, I had a buddy who owned a house and lived by himself and had plenty of space. I asked him if I could crash at his place until I got my act together and could find a place of my own. He said no problem, move in, stay as long as you like. He was traveling a lot during the week and wouldn’t mind having somebody there keeping an eye on the place. The next day I retrieved my stuff--not that I had much really, all of the furniture was Rita’s--and moved in.

----

Trysts with Eva continued whenever we could pull them off. She was insatiable and an animal in bed, or wherever else she decided we were going to do it. There were fellatio lunches and happy hour quickies. We fucked in her hot tub, her pool and her bed. We had marathon sessions on Saturday mornings at her place and Wednesday evenings at mine.

One Sunday afternoon she called and said she was going to her office and could I meet her there, she needed my help with something. When I got to her office the parking lot was empty except for her car. I parked and went to the back door as she’d instructed me to and she let me in. She wore a beige peasant dress with her shoulders bared. I followed her to her office and she closed the door behind us. I asked her what it was that she needed help with and she said that she had a fantasy about getting fucked in all her holes on her desk at work and would I make her fantasy come true? Then she slipped the dress off her shoulders and it fell to the floor. She was naked and in my arms and we went from zero to sixty in about two seconds. She tore my clothes off and got her wish.

All of our meetings were on the sly, in private, behind closed doors. It was her place or mine. The only exceptions were her on her desk, and one other time we decided to go down to the beach for a weekend. The ocean was a two-hour drive away so I guess she felt safe that no one would recognize us. We left after work on Friday and checked into our room around seven o’clock and immediately started tearing up the sheets. We used and abused each other for the next three hours and began the weekend with our normal assortment of scrapes and bumps and bruises.

At a little after ten, we went down to the bar for a couple of drinks. I had beer, Eva drank something called ‘Sex on the Beach’. And after she drank it, she decided she wanted to do it. This was in the fall and it was pretty cool outside.

“You want to have sex on the beach?” I asked incredulously. “When?”

“Now,” she said.

“Now? Are you crazy? There are people who like to walk on the beach. There are people who come here just to look at the beach.”

“Not this time of night,” Eva said with a smile. “We’ll go farther down by the water so no one will see us in the dark. It’ll be fun!”

“It’s cold out there!” I said.

“Well, we’ll have to generate some body heat!” We were seated at the bar and she slipped her hand between my legs and stroked me.

And sure enough, we went farther down near the surf where it was darker and fucked on the beach. We heard voices nearby and some giggles and we made some raucous sounds of our own. When we were walking back to the hotel we could hear some applause coming from a couple balconies above. When we got back to our room and looked out, we couldn’t believe what we saw: with the reflective lights from the hotel and clear sky and half-moon, the whole beach was bathed in soft light. We’d been in clear sight the whole time.

Then there was the Monday evening in November when I received a text from Eva that said, ‘I need to see you, can I come over?'

My one-word answer was ‘yes’.

Twenty minutes later she came through my door. She wasn’t as dolled-up as she usually was. Her hair was mussed, no jewelry or makeup. And no underwear. She had on the same gray dress she’d worn our first time together and it was obvious that there was nothing underneath it. Our tongues said a long hello.

“I need you,” she said.

“I’m here,” I replied.

“Do you remember this dress?”

“How could I forget?”

“I want it just like the first time. All of it. I want you to fuck me with my dress on.”

“Eva, did you have another dream?”

“Not a dream. Go down on me first. Like you did then.”

“Eva, what’s going on…”

“I need you, that’s all.” She pulled my head to hers and filled my mouth with a ferocious kiss and I felt her nails dig in.

We didn’t even make an effort to move to the bedroom. There was a high-backed sofa in the living room so I backed her up till her butt was resting against it and knelt in front of her. As she had before, she swept the hem of her dress aside to expose her open snatch. I went to town. She clutched the back of my head and pulled my face into her crotch. She fucked my face with a new violent force and her clit hardened with each suck. When she came it was like her levee broke, more than I remember, flooding my face. It was as if she hadn’t come in weeks, but we’d just banged each other senseless two days before.

She pulled me up and started ripping at my pants.

“I want you to fuck me like you’re going off to war!” she said, and bit my shoulder while she pushed down my pants.

I was lucky I didn’t slip a disk the way I was slamming my cock into her, thus slamming her ass into the back of the sofa. I was about halfway to heaven when she pushed me out of her and spun us around so I was up against the sofa. She went down on her knees and she was instantly licking my balls, then sucking my cock, then her fingers were up my ass. As she sucked me, I stretched my arms down and was fondling her nipples through the fabric of her dress. I pulled her upward and tried to pull her dress off over her head.

“No,” she whispered. “Leave the dress on. I want it to smell like us.”

She went back down to sucking and within about thirty seconds I started to erupt. Eva knew me well by this time, so when she heard my first guttural groan she knew I was coming. My first spurt of cum was ejected just as she was removing her mouth from my shaft, and it splattered onto her chin and the dress. She usually swallowed it all, but not this time. She continued to jack me off, cum spraying all over her and the dress.

“Do me a favor,” Eva said, after a brief rest and touchy-feely on the couch. “My ass.”

She rolled onto her knees on the sofa and I knelt on the floor behind her. I pushed the back of her dress up and saw she had a plug in her butt.

“You’ll have to take that out first,” she said. “But I’m already all lubed up so we’re good to go.”

I popped that plug out, tossed it on the seat cushion and then went to work doing all the little things that I knew would drive Eva to the edge. I licked her crack, rimmed her sublime entry, and felt her lovely pucker when my tongue and fingers dove into her hole.

“Fuck me like it’s the last piece of ass you’ll ever get,” Eva said when I rose behind her. With her experienced sphincter, she opened and closed her asshole a few times, like a third base coach waving me in.

I put my dick to her ass and pushed. Without much buildup, soon I was pumping as hard and fast as I could and Eva was wailing like a Banshee, and as always spouting off with her colorful vocabulary. I reached around to feel that Eva’s hand was working her clit like a stick shift, so I fucked her even harder. Finally I came, and with my customary groans, dumped strings of semen into her ass.

Then she came directly after, dumping her spray on the seat cushion as we quaked from our passions. When I pulled out of her, white cum rolled out of her dusky ass and down the back of her chocolate thighs.

Eva went to the bathroom to clean up a little, and I put my clothes back on. When she came back to the living room I was standing by the sofa and she came over and she kissed me for what would be the last time. Then she stepped away and had a serious look on her face.

“Damn, we can fuck!” she said. “I’m going to miss you, but I can’t see you anymore.”

This hit me like a ton of bricks. I knew what we had was weird and wild and crazy and would never last, but this was very sudden.

“Can’t see me anymore? What are you talking about? You just said how much you love the way we fuck.”

“I do! That’s why I wanted you one more time tonight. But I can’t do it anymore.”

“What are you saying? Why?...”

“My husband’s coming home!” she blurted.

“Your husband? You’re married? I thought you were divorced!”

“That’s what I tell people. It’s easier that way, no questions about the reality.”

“Reality…?”

“He’s been in prison. I thought he’d be in a couple more years, but he’s getting out early. He’ll be here Wednesday, and he’ll be fucking me Wednesday night, so obviously I couldn’t be here fucking you.”

I sat on a chair. “Holy shit,” I babbled. “I can’t believe it.”

“Believe it. I’m sorry, Adam, I really am. If I had my way he’d do two more years. But I have to deal with it. And we can’t have any more contact, none whatsoever. No calls, no texts, no emails. Get me out of your phone, you’re already out of mine. If he finds out about us, he’s liable to have us both killed.”

“Jesus, what did he do?”

“He was a money manager for a large corporation and some funds were unaccounted for. Lots of funds. I’m sure you didn’t think I could afford that big house working for the county.”

“Eva, I don’t know what to say.”

“Goodbye, that’s all there is to say. It’s over. It has to be.”

“Sounds like it could be a tough adjustment.”

I moved toward her but she moved away, heading for the door.

“Yeah,” she said. “That’s why I wore that butt plug and lubed up for you tonight. I’ll probably be taking it up the ass a lot.”

“Oh, does he like it like that?” I asked.

“Just a guess. He’s been in prison for almost four years,” she said. Then she opened the front door and was gone.

----

The next few weeks were kind of strange for me, after having been in a serious relationship with Rita for over a year, and then immediately entering into months of mad fucking with Eva. But the solitude was a good thing, giving me time to think and regroup, and prepare for whatever would come next.

In mid-December, out of the blue, I received a phone call from Rita. It was a Thursday night at around nine o’clock. After our initial greetings, Rita got around to the reason for the call.

“Guess where I was tonight!” she asked.

“I don’t know, where?” I answered.

“My office Christmas party!”

“It’s that time of year, I guess. How was the party?”

“It sucked. But guess who was there!”

“Santa Claus,” I said.

“No, Eva’s husband! And he looks just like you!”

“Like me?”

“Yep. Same hair, same eyes, same body. Might be a couple of years older but he could be your brother! Isn’t that wild?”

“She’s married to a white guy? What about Daryl?”

“He didn’t come from this guy,” Eva said. “And they don’t get along too well.”

“Who, Eva and her husband?”

“No, her husband and Daryl. They can’t stand one another.”

“Wow,” I said.

“I know,” Rita said, “It’s spooky, isn’t it?”

“It’s creepy, alright.” There was a pregnant pause for a few moments, and then Rita was the first to speak.

“So how have you been, Adam?” she said softly.

“Oh, fine,” I said. “Getting along okay, just lamenting my many lost lovers. How about you? How are you and Daryl doing?”

“Uh,” she said, hesitating. “We’re sort of over.”

“Sort of…?”

“No, we are. We are definitely over. I ended it three weeks ago.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I croaked. “What happened?”

“It’s a long story. But it’s okay, it was my decision. The right decision. And Adam, I’m sorry for what I put us through.”

“No need to be.” There was more dead air before she spoke again.

“Adam, would you like to meet for a drink sometime? To catch up? My treat.”

When I didn’t answer right away, she filled the silence by saying that she understood if I didn’t want to after what she’d done and all we’d been through, together and apart.

“Sure,” I said, interrupting her. We arranged to meet early Saturday evening in a quiet bar not far from her apartment.

----

I got to the bar a few minutes early and got us a small table in the corner. I ordered myself a beer and a vodka tonic for Rita. The server was just putting our drinks on the table when Rita walked through the door. I stood as she approached the table and was surprised when she kissed me hello on the lips. She took the seat immediately to my left. She was never one to wear too much makeup, but this night she wore lipstick to match her auburn hair and eyeliner to accent her blue eyes. Her face looked thinner, and she looked kind of tired, but it may have seemed that way because her hair was up in a bun and not hanging free.

“It’s nice to see you again,” Rita said, as she briefly squeezed my hand. “Thanks for meeting me.”

“Couldn’t pass up the chance to have a drink with a pretty lady.”

“So, are you doing anything exciting for Christmas?” she asked.

“No, not really. I haven’t really gotten into the spirit this year,” I replied.

“I know what you mean. The Christmas party for my office, God, what a drag. I didn’t really even want to go, but I figured I better or it might not look too good. And I wanted to get a look at Eva’s husband, everybody did. But everybody was shocked to find out he was a dead ringer for you.”

I asked her how her job was going.

“It’s gotten weird around there,” she said, “Between me and Eva, anyway, with what happened between you two and between me and Daryl. In fact, I’ve accepted a new job working for the state but I don’t start until February. I have told Eva yet. I’m sure she’ll be relieved, though.”

We sipped our drinks in silence for a moment or two.

“So,” Rita said, “These last few months have been kind of crazy for both us, huh?” I nodded. “I still can’t believe it all happened. And I’m not proud of it, Adam, I mean that.”

“If you don’t want to tell me I understand, but what happened with you and Daryl?”

“I’ll tell you but you have to promise not to hate me!”

“I wouldn’t hate you.”

“Well, it started out okay, it was something new and different, kind of exciting. And Daryl treated me nice and seemed to care about me. But then he started to get weird.”

“How so?” I asked. She took a large gulp of her drink.

“First he started hinting around about he wanted to bring another man into bed with us. He wanted to watch me have sex with another guy and then join us and have a threesome.”

“Really?”

“Yep. He even suggested you!”

“Me? Holy shit!”

“Yeah, I know, and then he finally tells me, this is a few weeks into it, that he’s bisexual.”

“Bisexual? You’re kidding me?”

“Nope, true story. You remember the drummer in his band?”

“Yeah, Sam or Sal…”

“Stu. Well, they’re lovers.”

“Get outta town!” I blurted.

“So, the next thing I know I’m in bed having sex with both of them, and getting DP’d, and then I have to watch the two of them suck and fuck each other! Ugh…” She shivered at the thought.

“How long did that go on?” I asked.

“Too long,” she said. “Right up till I said goodbye.”

Rita unhooked her bun and let her long hair down. It was longer than I’d ever seen, almost down to her butt. We were quiet for a minute when she started crying softly.

“What’s the matter, Rita? It’s okay. It’s all over now,” I said.

“I feel like such a fucking whore,” she blurted.

“You’re not a whore.”

“I felt so dirty.”

“You’re not dirty. You just had a Black Attack. I guess we both did.”

“You don’t hate me?”

“Of course not.”

After another awkward pause, she looked me in the eyes. Her eyeballs were wide and covered with a wet glaze.

“I miss you,” she said softly.

“So, what do you want for Christmas?” I asked, trying to change the subject after an awkward pause.

She smiled. “Do you really want to know? It’s not something you can order from Amazon. There are two things, actually.”

“What are they?”

Rita leaned toward me, her face close to mine. She licked her lips before she spoke.

“First, I want you to come home with me tonight so I can make love to you. And second, I want you to move back in. But for good this time.”

Our eyes stayed glued for a few seconds before I broke into a smile. When she saw my smile, she soon matched it. She looked good. And I hadn’t been laid in a while.

“How about we blow this joint?” I said next. I started to get my wallet out but Rita said no, it was her treat, remember?

Outside, standing beside her car we fell into a full embrace, locked in our arms, and a long deep kiss. I felt the familiar contour of her lips and tongue, the taste of her mouth and took in her succulent scent, her own personal, irresistible combo of floral and fruit.

I followed her home in my car with a hungry bulge in my pants. I fucked the shit out of her that night.

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I fucked the shit out of her the next ten nights as well. I went through packs of rubbers. My cock visited all of her holes numerous times in numerous ways, and we reached a new level of depravity. And she was into it. She fucked me like a whore. So I treated her like one.

I’d been no angel, but it had all been in my head and I hadn’t crossed the line until she set me up with Eva, on my birthday, to make herself feel better. I knew if she cheated then, she could cheat again. I figured there had to be another Daryl out there for her somewhere.

I never did move in. I dumped her ass on Christmas Eve.

It was a pleasant, stress-free Christmas.