The Kennedy's Charade [ An mmf Romance ]

Chapter 7

Aubrey

Once more, I found myself in between the Kennedys. This time, I had gotten myself there knowingly. The drive to the airport was, per usual- filled with traffic. Zara would periodically glance up from her phone to tell us a joke from her i********:. The mornings at the Kennedys had me more accustomed to Zara and her pop culture obsession. It had become part of our routine for her to tell us some of the headlines in her gossip blogs while I shared what was going on in the business world. James would listen to both of us with equal interest nodding as he sipped his coffee. The nerves from the first day never returned. If anything, I looked forward to the time I would get to spend with them. No one had crossed the line - not counting the little nickname Zara called me - but that I didn’t mind.

Instead of waiting for the bags to be moved, we made our to the jet. Like Zara’s tail, we followed close behind into the jet to escape the humid air. I slipped in to talk to the flight attendant while they got seated.

The sea food prepared was moved off the jet - that was a close call. The last thing we needed before the big trip was a trip to the hospital. I contemplated joining the Kennedys but thought against it. In the past, when travelling, James and I would sit side to side while I prepped him on the details of the project and what to expect, but this was different. His wife was here. They should have some privacy, and I still needed to ensure the boundaries I had worked to enforce were kept and strong.

“Little puppy.” A voice rang out making both the flight attendant and I look up from our entertainment. Hers being the months Vogue magazine and mine being a new level of candy crush. The flight attendant, who I came to know, was named Liz for Elizabeth. She looked at me with a raised brow. Rising from the seat, I joined them, hiding my annoyance at being pulled away from my game.

“We are about to take off little puppy. Why aren’t you in your seat?” Zara questioned champagne in hand.

Both her and James were looking expectantly at me. Unlike her, he was unoccupied by anything, legs crossed just looking at me.

“I was in my seat, with Liz-”

“The flight attendant” I added.

They shared a look before Zara nodded, “Ok then. See you when we land.” she smiled.

I could feel the holes drilling into my back from James. Instead of indulging in my desire to turn to them, I put my attention on my game of candy crush.

The game doesn’t retain my attention for long. Instead, I talk with Liz. She’s originally from London and moved to the States 5 years ago after her schooling.

“I can assure you it was just a normal cat, Aubrey.” Liz laughed.

“You non-believers always laugh until it’s too late. Heed my warning: never play with a doll at the thrift store.” I spoke, lowering my voice, hoping Liz could feel the warning in my voice.

“You definitely shouldn’t have gotten on this flight then. What if we crash?” She smiled visibly, holding in a laugh. When she smiled, her cleft chin got more pronounced, and her eyes shined brighter. This is what I needed. To be around people my own age, and flirt with a singular single person with a great smile.

The rest of the flight was the same, with jokes and stories being shared between Liz and I, we parted with plans to meet at a later date. During the drive to the Kennedy Miami residence I’m still reeling from meeting Liz, sending her a picture of the water along the drive. This time, I had opted to sit in the passenger seat with the driver, and It allowed me to be on my phone the whole drive, attention not on the traffic, or the Kennedys.

The home was unexpectedly beachfront; this was a dream. I couldn’t imagine owning a home on the beach but never coming here. The room I settled in was nothing but absolute luxury, with an expansive balcony. The private beach was just that, private. There wasn’t a neighbour in sight.

Overlooking the blue water, I took a picture with it in the background. If only this was a vacation.

A figure catches my attention at the corner of my eye.

It’s Zara, of course it's Zara. Before she could turn and see me staring, I turned and closed the curtains as fast as possible.

She looked amazing.

The temptation to run down to that beach, not to do anything but rather to swim in the blue ocean. Even as I try to rationalise that idea as being what I want, I fail to find it believable even to me.

The only thing that stops me from going down there is the long, cold shower I take. When finally, back in the room to get dressed, the blowing of the curtains draws my attention to two entangled figures on the beach.

It brings a pause to my breathing.

They f*****g would. Of course they f*****g would.

James is completely naked bare to the eye, pistoling his hips into Zara, lips attached to her chest. Her eyes were completely shut, mouth agape. Their movements weren’t the slightest romantic but rather hard, frantic and carnal.

When his lips left her chest she fell into the sand giving me a view of her pink n*****s and his pleasure stricken face. They both picked up the pace with Zara pushing back on him. The swell of my own c**k brought my attention to me. Staring out the window at my married boss f*****g his wife. Watching like a pervert.

God I was a pervert.

Forgetting about what is right or wrong I drop my towel palming my c**k in my hand, pumping. Following his rhythm. Every time he would f**k her I would do the same to my hand.

The taboo of it all had me leaking all over myself. He turned her around, hand tightly clasped around her dark hair, the other sending a slap to her plum pale ass covered in sand.

The expression on her face let me know she had orgasmed falling into the sand, chest flat. Laid on her stomach ass up with James thrusting into her at an unforgiving speed. I felt my own release coming with a moan that had me lunging behind the curtain.

The post nut clarity should have had me moving to the bathroom to rinse off and hide in shame. Rather, I fell back on the bed, getting hard again. I hadn’t felt this horny since puberty. The pink of her n****e, the o shaped expression on Zara as James drilled into her. His naked torso. My hand found its way back to my c**k in slow strokes.