Double Booked: Part 9

A few minutes later I am standing beside the French Press just watching the coffee steep in the carafe because I thought it was too awkward to go and join Rosemary again after what I’d just confessed. It’s not that I was embarrassed about it, even though I was, it was the fact I hadn’t waited for Daisy to wake up so we could talk about things with a sober mind and face it together. Also the woman just intimidated me, which was weirdly part of her allure.

Waiting for the brew also gave me a chance to think about the day to come. Obviously I was nervous about what might happen today. Messing around with another partner were uncharted waters for my wife and I. There was no way to know how we might react or what this do to our relationship going forward. Jealousy could do funny things to people.

One thing I knew for sure though that I was still very much interested in expanding our horizons. Rosemary’s mature poise and dark beauty were so alluring and her showing her softer, or at least less prickly, side had eased my worries that she was just some cruel and incorrigible man-hating bitch. Beneath her tough exterior beat a human heart. I liked that. I also could not deny being flattered at being called the prettiest man she’d ever seen nor had my fascination with seeing my wife handle a ‘real’ cock waned in the slightest.

Peeking over my shoulder I see her still sat where I had left her continuing to stare out at the picturesque scenery as she awaited her drink. The way sat there so calmly and nobly, her feminine power filling the room, made me feel privileged to be inhabiting the same space as her.

When the timer goes off I plunge the press down. “How do you take your coffee?”

“Two sugar and lots of cream.”

“Oh.” I say, mildly disappointed to have to sully the good coffee I had brought with so much extra stuff. “You like it sweet, huh?”

“I do. Just like I like my men.”

“Oh! Ha! I see.” I stir in the sugar and cream then bring the mug to her. She takes it from me with a nod and goes to take a sip before I stop her. “Smell it first.”

She gives me a mildly miffed look but does as I ask. After taking a deep inhale through her nose she lets it out with an approving nod. “Mmm. Smells like…fresh brownies.”

“Yes!” I nod. “Exactly. Most people don’t even notice.”

She then takes a sip. “Ohhh. That is nice, Jeffrey.” She rolls her tongue around her mouth. “Ohhh, yes!”

Happy for her satisfaction I hurry back to the counter to get myself a cup. I pour mine, black of course to enjoy all of the nuanced notes, then return to join her. I go to sit on the chair but she pats the cushion beside her once more. “I want you here, Jeffrey.”

“Oh, um…” I glance to the stairs.

“Sit here, Jeffrey.” She says again more firmly.

I hurry to sit beside her, drawn into myself and my mug clutched in both my hands.

“Relax, darling.” She croons as she run her hand down my back. “Relax.”

“I’m…relaxed.”

“You are as taut as a drum.” She chuckles. “Do I frighten you, Jeffrey?”

I glance to her just for an instant then nod. “Yes.”

“An honest answer!” She says. “A rarity in a man. I like that. I like you, Jeffrey.” Her fingers begin to play around the interior of my collar at the back of my neck sending tingles down my spine. “I like you very much.”

“Oh! Uh…I l-like you too, Rosemary.”

“Indeed. So, about last night?”

“Um…” I look to the stairs again only to have her hook her fingers under my jaw to pull my attention back to her.

“You said you liked ‘it’? What do mean by ‘it’?”

I take a quick chug of hot coffee, more to stop it from spilling in my trembling hands than anything. “Well, we liked…”

“Your wife can speak for herself. I asked what YOU liked.”

“Oh, right, um…” I swallow hard. “I-I’d rather wait until Daisy wakes up.”

“Mmm.” I shiver as her nails scratch at the hairs at the back of my neck. “You love your wife very much, don’t you Jeffrey?”

“I do.”

“But you liked watching me dance with her. I saw how you watched us. I saw a lot of things last night.”

“I…did. I was confused at first but…I liked it.”

“And you liked the way she looked at me, didn’t you?”

I nod.

“Mmm, I like where this is headed.” She sips her coffee. “Mmm.”

“Rosemary?”

“Yes, darling.”

“Have you…ever been with a woman before?”

My question genuinely amuses her. After a good chuckle she answers. “Yes, Jeffrey. I’ve been with a woman before.”

“W-Would you like to be again?”

“Ohh my! Jeffrey. Are you asking what I think you’re asking?”

“I…don’t know.” I say. “We were talking last night and…um…uh…have you ever had a, um, threesome before?”

“Yes. I have.”

“Oh.” I say softly. “I haven’t.”

“These question. Why you’re just a baby, aren’t you?” Taking the mug from my hands she gently places it on the coffee table in front of me. She then turns my shoulders to face her. Taking my right hand she places it upon her thigh. “Daisy was your first, wasn’t she?”

I stare into her gray eyes a long time before finally nodding.

“I thought so. But you weren’t Daisy’s first, were you?”

I confirm that with a shake of my head. “Not even close.”

“Of course not. She’s got appetites, as we all do. With a hot little body like that she could get any guy she wanted. Why I bet Daisy’s had dozens of lovers before you.”

“Not that many.” I whisper. “I don’t think.”

“So you weren’t her first…and you don’t want to be her last either, do you?”

Blushing I pull my gaze away and stare down at the floor. Rosemary quietly waits for her answer. After a few deep breaths I whisper. “No.”

“You want me to be next?”

Another pause. “Yes.”

“You want to watch us?”

I nod.

“Join us?”

“If you’ll let me.”

“And she wants it too?”

“She’s…interested.”

“Heh! Yeah, I got that sense last night. You’ve seen what I have to offer. Aren’t you afraid that I will ruin her? Because I WILL ruin her.”

I shake my head. “Not for me you won’t.”

“Of course.” She says, hand running down my spine. “You’re little thing isn’t enough for her already. Is that right?”

“Mm.” I nod. “I’m not enough.”

“And you want to see her take a real cock. You can’t stop yourself from wondering what it would be like. You want to see your wife get what she deserves.”

I nod again even as I shrink smaller.

“Don’t be embarrassed.” She she brings my hand back to her thigh again, this time placing more to the inner thigh region so that the back of my fingers brushed her fat cock. “It’s natural, Jeffrey.”

“It is?”

“Yes, darling. It is.” She says. “You know it is. You’re a man who knows his proper place. You put her first, as a man always should. She needs somebody who can fuck her like a woman needs to be fucked. Can you do that for her, Jeffrey?”

I shake my head no.

“Noooo, of course not. You’re just a man. Just a femme little wisp of a man. How could a man like you ever fully satisfy a real experienced woman like Daisy?”

“I can’t.”

“That’s right. A real woman needs a real cock.”

“Yes!” I peep. “Sh-She needs a real cock. Like yours. She deserves it.”

“Ohhh, Jeffrey. You are such a good husband!” She pulls on my arm causing my hand to glide deeper down her thigh, my fingers now pinned between her cock and her leg. Her voice is as smooth as the silk the separated leg from hand from cock. “Deep down you know that you are the submissive sex. You want to be reminded of that. You want to be put into your place beneath her. You want to serve her. You want HER in control. You want to be owned by the dominant sex.”

“Yes! Oh yes!”

“Heh! Yes indeed.” Her hand glides down my side and along my hip. “And they say there is no perfect man.” In her movements I could sense a growing lust. Her words were arousing her as much as me. “But there is more you want than even that. Isn’t there?”

“What?” I whisper, mesmerized by her tone and gaze. “What do I want?” She pulls the middle of her robe apart to reveal the thick monster between her legs. “Hah!” I try to pull away but she grabs my wrist and holds my hand in place.

With her cock now skin to skin with the back of my hand she hisses. “Thisss. This is what you want.”

I stare at the huge member and feel it’s warmth grow and throb against my fingers. This was escalating fast! “Rose…mary!”

“I mean, look at you. Look at that fucking body. You’ve been teasing me with it since you arrived. Those eyes. Those sweet little lips. These hips! Why does a boy like you got hips like these, hm?”

“I-I-I don’t know.”

“I do. I think you do too. Waving that plump little ass around here. Just begging for it. Begging for it!” Her hand glides down my back then across the top of my butt. “This was a body born to be bred.”

“B-Bred?”

“Yes, Jeffrey.” Shifting closer she presses into me. “And I am just the woman to do it. Your wife I will fuck. I’ll fuck her like she’s never been fucked. But you, sweet Jeffrey, you I will BREED.” Through bared teeth she growls. “I want to breed you so fucking bad!”

“Oh!”

“And you want it too. Don’t you?” The fingertips of her other hand lightly brush across my blushing cheek. She leans in so close that I could feel her breath wash over my lips. “Tell me you want it, Jeffrey. Tell me now.”

Her gray gaze pierces me to my soul as she awaits my compliance. Just then the sound of a door opening downstairs breaks the electric silence.

“Hah!” The spell broken I snap my hand away and recoil across the sofa.

As calm as could be Rosemary casually flips her robe back over her schlong.

Trotting up the stairs in a bath robe and a towel around her neck, her damp red curls bouncing with every step, comes my freshly showered wife positively aglow. “Gooooood morning everyone!”

Part 10