The Night Visitor & Other Erotic Stories

Part II-2

“I didn’t know that,” Karen said.

“Well, now you do,” Deirdre said, laughing. It was as if she had already been drinking.

“I’ll get glasses,” Jeff said, and went into the kitchen.

When he came back with three glasses and an opened bottle of Merlot, Karen and Deirdre were sitting next to each other on the couch, Karen at the left end and Deirdre to her right. “He admitted he’d been sleeping with someone at his office,” she was telling Karen. “He begged me to forgive him, and I tried to, but it was like he had broken something that couldn’t be fixed.”

“That’s terrible,” Karen said. “You were with him a long time.”

Deirdre shrugged and made a half-smile. “s**t happens. I haven’t slept with him—or anyone else, for that matter—since he told me. We’ve been living in separate bedrooms in the same house—actually, I’m still sleeping in the bedroom and he’s sleeping in his study—for about seven months while I figure out what I’m going to do with my life. Then I got a call from this recruiter here in New York.”

Jeff sat down to Deirdre’s right, not too far away and not too close. He set down the glasses and filled each of them. “Here’s to new beginnings,” he said, lifting his glasses.

The two women lifted their glasses and they all clinked. “New beginnings,” the women repeated as they all drank.

“How are you two doing?” Deirdre asked, looking from Karen to Jeff and back again. “Have you been behaving yourselves?”

“Well, not completely,” Karen said.

Jeff couldn’t see the expression on Deirdre’s face, but he could hear the shock and surprise in her tone of voice. “What do you mean, Kar?”

“We’ve been completely faithful to each other—at least I know I have. I don’t know about him.”

“Yes, you do,” Jeff protested. “You know I’ve been completely faithful to you.”

Karen smiled at him. “I’m teasing you, love. And, anyway, you haven’t been completely faithful in your mind.”

“A man’s entitled to his imagination,” Jeff said. “Even a cat can look at the Queen.”

“So what do you mean, not completely?” Deirdre asked, mystification still in her voice.

“A few months ago we took a man to bed with us.”

Jeff still couldn’t see Deirdre’s face, but she was silent as she took another sip of her wine.

“Are you serious, Kar?” she asked.

“Yes,” Karen replied.

There was another silence. Jeff felt himself getting hard.

“What was it like?” Deirdre asked, and drained her glass. Jeff promptly refilled it.

“It was fantastic,” Karen said. “It was great. It was incredible. It was even better than I’d ever imagined. And I’d imagined a lot.”

Deirdre turned to look at Jeff. She studied his face. “What was it like for you?”

He met her lovely green eyes, more serious than he remembered them. “Much better than I’d expected. Of course, I ached everywhere for several days afterwards. It’s not something I’m planning to do again, but, actually, it was pretty incredible. And it was great to let Karen have what she wanted.”

“Why’d you do it?” she asked, her eyes shifting between her two hosts.

“We’d made an agreement,” Karen said. “I knew that Jeff had the fantasy of going to bed with me and another woman—that’s pretty much every straight man’s fantasy, after all—and I’d said that I’d be willing, but only if we could take a man to bed. I was pretty sure we could handle it. No pun intended.”

“But the deal was that we had to be with a man before a woman,” Jeff added.

“So he wouldn’t get what he wanted and then chicken out of letting me have what I wanted,” Karen explained.

Deirdre was making good progress on her second glass of wine. She shifted her position on the couch as if she suddenly couldn’t get comfortable. “Interesting,” she said slowly. “And how’d it go with the woman?”

“We haven’t found the right woman yet,” Karen said.

“Until now,” Jeff said without premeditation.

Deirdre made a soft, startled noise, but her body language didn’t suggest that she was repulsed by the notion. She put her wine glass down on the coffee table slowly, carefully. The three of them shared an awkward silence.

“Do you remember us fooling around when we were roommates our senior year?” Karen asked, putting her own glass down.

Deirdre took a long breath. “Of course I do, Kar,” she said. “And I admit I sometimes wonder what would have happened if...” She didn’t finish the sentence. “But we were kids. I haven’t ever fooled around another with woman like that since then. It was a long time ago.”

“Eleven years,” Karen said. With one hand, she cupped Deirdre’s chin and turned her head. Karen leaned in and kissed Deirdre softly on the lips. Jeff held his breath as he waited for what would happen next. Deirdre didn’t resist. He couldn’t see everything, but it seemed that Karen’s tongue had parted Deirdre’s lips, and that Deirdre had opened her mouth. He looked down to see Karen’s hand on Deirdre’s skirt just above her knee. Jeff couldn’t remember ever being as hard, or his heart pounding harder.

Karen slowly drew her head back from Deirdre’s. “Do you think you might want to try this?” she asked softly.

“I’m overwhelmed,” Deirdre said. “It’s hardly what I expected when I asked if I could stay with the two of you. I don’t know what to say.”

“If I understand what you’ve told me, you haven’t been with a man in over six months.”

“That’s true, Kar. I haven’t. But do you want to share your husband with another woman?”

“Better under my supervision than what happened to you, Deirdre,” Karen said.

It was as if the two of them were having the conversation without Jeff even being there.

“Here’s what I’m going to do,” Karen said softly. “I’m going to give you bedsheets and a blanket. I’m also going to give you a pair of my pajamas and some towels. Then Jeff and I are going to shower and go to our bedroom and close the door. And it’ll be completely up to you. You can just sleep out here, and we’ll never mention this again. Or you can come into our bedroom and we’ll all see what happens.”

“I still don’t know,” Deirdre said. “I mean, it’s not as if I haven’t fantasized about those kinds of situations. But sometimes the fantasies are better than the reality.”

“I understand completely,” Karen said. Jeff saw that Karen’s hand was still on Deirdre’s thigh. “I don’t want to ruin our friendship. If you say stop, we stop. Any time. No matter what. I promise.”

“And you won’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” Jeff said. “I promise, too.”

***

Jeff felt awkward as he cleared the wine glasses and the bottle from the living room as Karen took care of what she had said. She gathered up sheets, a pillow, a blanket, a bath towel, and a pair of pajamas that were going to be a bit too big for Deirdre and put them all on the couch, where Deirdre was sitting.

“Can I get you anything else?” Karen asked casually. As far as Jeff could tell, she felt no awkwardness. “A toothbrush?”

“No, I have all that stuff in my bag,” Deirdre said. “Thanks.” It was almost as if the conversation had never occurred. Jeff didn’t understand how they could be so easy with each other.

“Okay, then. Jeff and I are going to use the bathroom first and then go to bed. So goodnight...or see you later.”

“Yes,” Deirdre said, committing to neither. She gave both Karen and Jeff an undecipherable smile. “Thanks for everything.”

Jeff didn’t know how to reply, so he only smiled and nodded. He turned and followed Karen down the hall to the bathroom.

Jeff’s c**k was still semi-erect as he undressed. Karen smiled to see it.

As Jeff and Karen showered together, they laughed and played with each other, and he grew fully erect, but they went no further. “Don’t want to waste this in case she decides to join us,” she said, giving him a squeeze. After they finished in the bathroom, they dressed in their robes and crossed the narrow hall to their bedroom. Karen made a point to close the door firmly and loudly, so Deirdre couldn’t help but hear.

“I think we should both wear something to bed, love,” Karen said. “It’ll probably make her more comfortable.”

“If,” Jeff said.

“If,” she repeated.

Karen slipped out of her robe and put on a pair of cotton pajamas. Jeff put on a fresh tee shirt and pair of boxers.

“Is there a DVD in the player?” Karen asked before they got into bed.

“I don’t remember. What are you thinking?”

“It always works for us,” Karen said.

“Which one?” Jeff asked.

“One of the ones from that Australian website. One of the milder ones. Nothing too heavy.”

Jeff riffled through the pile of disks on the TV table and chose one that fit Karen’s description. He loaded it into player, which immediately woke up, but he used the remote to pause it. He and switched the TV to a cable news station. He brought the controls to the bedstand at his side.

They watched the news distractedly as the sounds of Deirdre showering reached them from across the hall. Jeff imagined her naked in the shower, touching herself.

“Do you think she’ll come in?” Jeff whispered.

Karen snuggled against him. “I don’t know,” she said softly, a smile in her voice. “Can you stand the anticipation?”

“No,” he said, putting her hand on his c**k, hard in his shorts.

“Hmm,” she said, give him a gentle squeeze. “I see you can’t.”

They heard the shower turning off. It was silent for a minute or two, and they heard the water running in the sink. After a little while, they heard the running water stop, and they heard the door open and the light switch click off.

Jeff realized that he was holding a breath. He couldn’t hear any footsteps.

After another few seconds they heard a soft knock on the door, and Jeff let his breath out.

“Come in,” Karen called.

The door opened slowly, and Deirdre took a single step into the room, standing near the door. Barefooted, without any make-up, looking small and young in Karen’s too-big pajamas, she stood with an uninterpretable expression on her face.

“Now what?” she asked quietly, looking only at Karen.

Karen raised the bedcovers on her right and patted the bed. “Come over on my side,” she said.

“Open or closed?” she asked, touching the bedroom door.

“It doesn’t matter,” Karen said, patting the bed again. “It’s only the three of us in the apartment. Come.”

Deirdre padded across the room and slipped into the bed. Karen let the covers down.

Jeff heard Deirdre swallow. “I’m pretty nervous,” she said.

“Relax,” Karen said. “We’ll just watch something on the TV.”

Jeff switched the television to the DVD and unpaused the player.

From an overhead angle, the video on the TV showed two women lying head to foot on a large bed. They were young and attractive but looked like everyday people rather than professional porn stars. They were both fully dressed. Their bodies didn’t make any contact with each other. Jeff and Karen had watched this video many times before. Jeff knew exactly what would occur, as he knew did Karen. He swallowed hard.

“Just like college,” Deidre said, laughing.

“Well, almost,” Karen said. “We were never in the same bed together.”

“And there was never a man with us,” Deirdre said.

One of the girls on the TV reached under her shorts and her panties. Her hand began a regular movement. She met the other girl’s eyes and smiled. The second girl reached into her shorts, too, and also began playing with herself.

It unfolded gradually. First one girl removed her top, revealing her bra, then the other did the same. They watched each other. After a few more minutes of play under their shorts, they took off their brassieres. Their breasts looked unenhanced, melting naturally against their chests. Jeff sucked in his breath.

He became aware that the bed was rocking ever so slightly. He took his eyes from the television screen to see that Karen’s hand was playing with herself under the covers. He looked at Deirdre in the light cast by the television. Her eyes were wide. Her hands were also under the covers, but Jeff couldn’t tell if they were moving.

The young women on the video had both removed their shorts, and were now wearing only their bikini underpants. Their hands were moving energetically, and they each had a hand on a breast. Their n*****s were fully erect. They were sighing and they were watching each other.

Karen’s hand seemed to be moving less unobtrusively. Jeff couldn’t be sure, but it seemed to him that he could see the covers move where Deirdre lay. Jeff’s c**k felt so engorged that it was going to burst.

One after the other, the girls in the video lifted their legs into the air and slipped off their panties. They were unshaved, their pubic hair dark and luxuriant. They tossed the panties off camera and each returned a hand between her legs.

The girls on the TV were sighing and making noises of pleasure. Jeff realized that Karen and now Deirdre were, too. It was all Jeff could do to keep from touching himself.