Chapter 23: Ménage
Within days of moving in with Jess, we’d converted her to the Gutierrez new-normal order of the morning: sleep, shower, eat, and brush teeth nude, dressing afterward only once that becomes necessary. Vin happily reverted to this on the occasions he’d slept over with Jess, as today, so we found the two at the dining table ahead of us covered by nothing more than a table napkin each.
They were about halfway through their bowls of oatmeal, so I greeted them, “Eat up, me hearties, you’ll need your energy.”
“You still haven’t told us what’s going to happen,” said Vin.
Kaitlyn nodded to me to carry the ball this time, probably because I was closer to Jess than she was, so the trust in our relationship would carry more weight than her superior social skills as in last night’s negotiation with the Alexanders.
“Well, it’s simple,” I began after I’d got the water boiling on the stove again, the house’s dining room just being an ell off the kitchen. “Jess will be in the center of the bed, and we three will rotate around her with the goal of at least matching the eight orgasms in fifteen minutes we delivered to the auction winner last night.”
I did not tell them we did much more for Molly afterward. It wasn’t any of my housemates’ business.
Perhaps sensing what I did not say, my wife offered, “Every woman’s different, Jess, but we’ll sure give it a try.”
“I want to make another refinement today,” I proposed. “After each orgasm, we rotate positions. I’ll start, and Kaitlyn will narrate to Vin until I get Jess off for the first time. Then my favorite snow elf will rotate into my position — I guess that means she starts to my right if we’re rotating clockwise — and I’ll take over the narration. After that, you get a shot to employ our lessons, Vin, and we rotate again once you succeed. How does that sound?”
“I’m getting wet already,” commented Jess wryly.
“Works for me!” added Vin enthusiastically.
“Be certain, Vicente,” I admonished, using his full name for emphasis. “Remember, you were worried about me stealing your girl away not that long ago. I’m proposing to tongue and finger her right in front of you. Are you going to be able to handle that?”
His eyes dropped to his oatmeal, and he finished the last few bites before speaking. “I think the difference is that ‘in front of me’ bit, Davie.”
I nodded in agreement, then told them, “This is a tutorial session, first and foremost. Now where did those raisins get to?”
After we were all fed and had brushed our teeth, we guided the young couple into Jess’ bedroom, which naturally had the largest bed in the house, a king. She hadn’t made good use of its size until recently, but the large room would have looked silly with a smaller bed in it, so that’s what she’d bought.
As everyone was sitting down, Kaitlyn said with sharp surprise, “You shaved!”
I followed her eye line to Jess’ crotch and saw that she had indeed shaven off the “1974 Playboy.”
On looking back up to Jess’ face, she explained, “Yeah, this morning. After what you did to Maeve last night and what you said afterward, I assumed oral sex would be involved. That’ll help, right?”
My wife nodded, saying, “Yes, though you might want to consider doing the outer labia only, like me.” She lay back on the bed, propped up on her elbows, legs spread for inspection and continued, “It saves a lot of work and hassle while still getting the main job done. I trim the rest occasionally with scissors to keep it from getting overgrown. G’wan, take a look.”
Jess had only seen Kaitlyn’s kitty from a sisterly distance during massages, so she took the opportunity to study it more closely now. Vin got in there and took a close look, too; he’d already had an opportunity to study it closely, but he’d been somewhat distracted and inexperienced at the time, so he likely hadn’t twigged to the alterations. Besides, what red-blooded American boy is going to turn down an offer to study lady bits up close?
After the show-and-tell was finished, I decided we should continue to let the food digest, so I started telling Vin and Jess the story of our massages with the Alexanders.
“So that’s why they invited you back,” teased Jess with a smirk.
“Maybe in part, yes,” I laughed. “In any case, you’re only getting this intellectually so far, Jess. I think you’ll drop the joking tone after we show you.” Turning to face her boyfriend, I said, “For your part, we expect you to learn what we’re showing so that you two get better in bed together. How about it, Vin?”
He took some more time to think about this. At the table was one thing; here on the bed, quite another. His first words were, “Jess, do you want this?”
“I do, Vin. I very much do.”
He turned to me and said, “All right, show us.”
Jess let out a little squeak of delight and tackled Vin, slamming him to the mattress and smothering him with a kiss.
“What was that for?” he asked after she let him get some air.
“If you love something, set it free,” Jess quoted. Vin looked blank, so she completed the quotation, “If it comes back, it’s yours. If it doesn’t, it never was.”
“Profound,” he replied thoughtfully.
“I first heard that when I was younger than you. The thing is, your choices actually were to let me have this experience or to leave this house.” She said it without malice or judgement, just a simple fact.
Vin got a stunned look on his face. Then after a few seconds, he said, “You’d pick Davie over me?”
“No, I’d pick freedom over padded shackles, Vin. You chose to grant me freedom when you could have insisted on your rights as a boyfriend instead.” She said the last bit in a pompous tone, telling us what she thought about those so-called rights.
“Ah,” he said, though he didn’t look entirely convinced.
I tried to fill in Jess’ thought, telling him, “Vin, our role in this,” and here I motioned between Kaitlyn and I, “is somewhat interchangeable with others who might bring some gift into your lives. What matters far more than who gives the gift is how you accept such things into your lives together as a couple. That’s an element of what it means to be partners, Vicente. You’ve just told her that you’re willing to let her have a nice thing even if it doesn’t come from you. You’ve implicitly acknowledged that you do not expect to be her sole source of happiness.”
He sat there in thought, then said, “Is that exceptionally wise, or am I just being fooled by your mystical Indian accent, Davie?”
“Both,” I quipped, and in a rippling woo-woo voice added, “And now you will give me twenty dollars!”
Vin mimed grabbing for his wallet. “Sorry,” he said, “I don’t seem to have my wallet with me at the moment.”
“Or your pants, or your shirt, or your socks, or your skivvies…” added Jess, smiling at him, running a hand up his bare flank.
Kaitlyn and I smiled at this exchange.
Vin got a serious look and asked Jess, “You’d really have kicked me out of the house?”
Jess looked uncomfortable, temporizing, “I dunno, maybe. You have been a little possessive lately.”
“I’m sorry,” he said quickly.
I wasn’t quite sure whether that was just damage control or a deep understanding of what was going on in Jess’ head, and she didn’t look like she was about to elaborate, so I essayed, “I think today will be a good step towards a healthier relationship, Vin. I predict that what will happen is that we blow Jess’ mind and that she’ll still choose to sleep with you again later tonight, not kicking any of us out of the house. What do you say to that?”
Shyly, Vin said, “That sounds very nice.”
His sister tried her hand as tutor, “Maybe it’ll tell you that sex isn’t the sole focus of a relationship.”
“But it is my focus right now, you two,” Jess interrupted impatiently, bouncing on her buns, making her breasts sway enticingly. “C’mon, quit yer teasing. You think you can deliver eight in fifteen, prove it!”
My wife folded up into a seiza pose off to the far side of the bed, Jess moved into her place in the center, I got between her legs, and Vin mirrored his sister across the bed.
“I’m not sure about this time limit,” said Vin after we’d settled. “Maybe we should get rid of it so you can teach better? What if I want to pause the action, back you up, have you show me stuff more clearly?”
“He truly is happy to lecture, Vin,” Kaitlyn said with a smirk. “Davie can’t help but slip into professor mode sometimes.”
“Professor of Pudenda, they call me, back in India,” I claimed, trying to keep a straight face. Jess flung a throw pillow at me like a puffy ninja star, which I just barely managed to bat away. This distracted me from countering Kaitlyn’s attack, a high smack across the hair. Vin just grinned at our antics.
Choosing to sally bravely forth despite these foul attacks upon my person, I said, “While my ever-loving wife is right — I do like to lecture on topics I think I know something about — this isn’t the right time or place. Part of what we’re teaching here is timing, pacing…sexual inertia! It’s part of the reason I spoke of narration earlier: I will shortly be too busy to lecture…”
“Not to mention having your mouth full!” interjected my wife with a chortle.
“And…” I said a little more loudly with an eyebrow raised toward my wife, “if we’re doing our jobs correctly, Jess won’t be capable of rational thought soon, much less insightful commentary. Thus, Kaitlyn will tell you what I’m doing and why, and I’ll take over her role while she’s busy.”
“Besides,” put in my wife, “goals are good. We’ll do better work with a clock on the action.”
Turning back to Jess, I asked, “Are you ready for this?”
“Past ready. Quit stalling,” she returned.
I looked up at the clock and announced, “It’s 8:21,” then got down to business. I leaned forward and began to feel her all over. I’d had my hands all over her in massages before, but this was different. Here the feeling was the point of the thing, not a means to another end.
I lifted Jess’ foot to my eye level and began kissing it, compressing her knee into her chest, watching with delight what this did to her womanly padding. As I kissed her sole, toes, and top of her foot, I ran my hands slowly up and down her calf. I proceeded to her ankle and calf with the kisses, sending my hands forward to her thigh. In that way, my hands became the vanguard for my mouth, questing ahead to explore the landscape that I’d be covering in kisses in short order.
My wife explained, “Jess said she was wet earlier, but even if that’s true, foreplay can still be important, Vin. Besides, I suspect Davie is enjoying himself regardless.”
I smiled at her around my latest kiss to Jess’ inner thigh, but I took the hint and got moving in toward the target.
“You remember what I said about starting at the outside and moving in, Vin. Davie’s following the same strategy,” said my wife as I kissed the soft skin around Jess’ vulva.
I’d begun to smell Jess’ lubrication, but I decided to tease my audience as well as Jess, kissing up over her belly. And yes, I was enjoying myself.
As my mouth orbited her pendulous breasts — not model’s breasts, or matron’s breasts, just normal everyday ones, on the large side — Kaitlyn explained, “More foreplay. He’s teasing now.”
“Isn’t he wasting time?” asked Vin with a glance at the clock. It now read 8:22.
“Watch and learn,” his sister told him firmly.
Holding my naked body above hers, not otherwise touching it, I licked one of her nipples, wrenching an “Aaaah!” of delight from her and an increase in her lubrication.
“I see,” said Vin thoughtfully.
I made my way quickly back down Jess soft body to her core and slipped a finger in and began stroking her inner walls, my Gaia sense up and guiding me to deliver her an orgasm in seconds. “One,” I said smugly, then began moving towards Vin, wishing to make way for my wife while Jess cried, “Ayaaaahhhggggh!”
When we were in position, my wife only began caressing around Jess’ pussy, blowing on it gently, stroking her thighs. I explained while I stroked Jess’ breast with one hand, motioning Vin to do the other, “Going right back in after an orgasm is usually a mistake, but Kaitlyn tells me she explained this to you already.”
“Yeah,” he agreed, mirroring my action on Jess other breast. He was fully erect by this point; I was holding control of mine with considerable concentration.
“Notice that she’s following her advice to you here,” I told him. “She has skills you do not,” I added, implying magic, but leaving enough room for Jess to interpret my comment as Kaitlyn being a woman, thus aware of things that men are not. “Learn what you can by watching her employ those skills,” I advised him.
Shortly, my wife began tonguing her friend’s pussy, soft and gentle, working the lips and vestibule for a while before going after the clit. As she worked, I caught her healing Jess’ razor burn, the little red bumps there before she went down on her friend, gone when she broke contact to reposition. I’m certain Jess didn’t notice, and as is ever the way with a missing irritation, she might not notice later, but Vin did. I just smiled and directed his attention back to the lesson.
Kaitlyn added a finger, and we continued caressing and stroking Jess belly and hips. Before the clock clicked over to 8:23, Kaitlyn said, “Two!” with a soupçon of triumph.
We rotated again, making Vin our mentee now rather than passive lecture recipient. I let my wife give most of the advice, adding small refinements here and there.
After two solid orgasms and with his assorted handicaps — youth, male-ness, and not being a mage — Vin had a much more difficult time getting Jess to her third orgasm, but we guided him as well as we could, using our Gaia senses to tell him in words what Jess wanted to feel inside her core, so that the clock read 8:25 when Kaitlyn said, “Three!” for Vin, his tongue being quite busy at the time.
That rotated me back in, and I shut the world out as I’d done with Molly last night, not returning to myself until I felt my wife tapping me on the shoulders.
“Four,” she informed me, moving to rotate into my position.
Vin looked a bit stunned. I wasn’t entirely certain why, but when I glanced at the clock and saw that it still read 8:25, I guessed it was the apparent ease at which I’d pulled that off. “Practice,” I explained.
“And a certain skill,” he muttered, fluttering his fingers meaningfully.
Resuming my work caressing Jess’ body, nodding downward quickly to get Vin back on-task, I said, “Yes, skill also, but everything I just did there can be learned.” He looked skeptically at me, so I said, “Fingers and tongue,” implying that I had only used my magic to see, not to affect Jess directly.
“Kiss me, boy toy!” Jess demanded.
While he serviced that demand, I caressed her leg and thigh on my side, then reached across her body and did the other. By the time I was stroking back across her belly, Jess had pushed Vin away, crying, “Yeeeeaaaaggghhh!” drowning out my wife’s call of “Five!”
Vin employed our advice more skillfully this time, rising to call “Six!” a bit over a minute later, the clock reading 8:29.
While I worked on Jess’ seventh orgasm of the morning, I heard my wife continue the lecture, “The kiss helped Davie’s efforts a lot, Vin. Davie said tongues and fingers, but when you two go off to try this later — and I know you will — realize that it’s three people working together to achieve this right now. Don’t expect to pull this off all by your lonesome even after a lot of practice.”
Then through the mage bond, I felt my wife kissing Jess! By how she reacted, she was very, very good at it. I mean, I knew she was good at kissing me; what surprised me was how much Jess liked it, too!
It therefore did not surprise me to feel the characteristic rhythmic pulsing on the three fingers I’d stuffed up her passage, nor to feel a several-second clench of her thighs on my head before she released me. “Seven!” I announced after she freed me.
8:31. The orgasms were getting harder to achieve, but we’d certainly get our eighth at least. Kaitlyn surely wouldn’t need anywhere near the six minutes we had left on the clock.
And I was right: with 8:33 on the clock, my wife stilled her rapid rubbing of Jess’ clit and managed to pull her face free from her friend’s clenching thighs to call, “Eight!”
As Vin was bending to resume work, I stopped him. “Take her,” I told him. “She’s more than ready. Give her a ninth to remember.”
“Ugh, bad pun!” cried my wife, waving her hand in front of her face as though to push away a foul odor, her nose scrunched up comically. “Pee-yoo!”
Vin slipped his cock inside Jess’ sloppy passage almost frictionlessly after what we’d done to and for her, so that he was able to pump rapidly without flinging himself over the edge.
Kaitlyn and I worked the rest of her body, bringing her up to a ninth orgasm with Vin’s help, but we almost lost it. Kaitlyn had to cry out at one point, “Stop and hold it, Vin! She’s close, but you’re not going to make it.”
While we worked to maintain Jess’ arousal, Vin was clenching in concentration, barely holding onto his load, so pent up that I actually started to erect in sympathy despite my control. I locked that down and got back to helping my wife with Jess.
Across her body, I saw the clock reading 8:35, so I told him, “Go for it!”
I’d timed it reasonably well, because after about a minute of pumping more, Jess’ ninth orgasm hit, kicking Vin irretrievably over the edge into his first of the morning.
“Rrrraaaaauuuggggghhh!” he roared in release, Jess squeaking beneath him, pulling at his locked shoulders, attempting to embrace him, pulling herself up to meet him instead.
Shortly, Vin relaxed enough to let her down easy, like doing the first half of a push-up, controlling the descent admirably given how much weight was hanging from his shoulders at the moment.
While they kissed passionately in their afterglow, Kaitlyn escorted me back downstairs, where we took care of each other.
Shortly after beginning, we heard the master bath’s shower start up, then more thumps and cries of passion from upstairs, echoing off the bathroom tile.