At Clara’s request, the five of us met for dinner on the back porch. Shrimp linguine alongside fresh, steamed oysters. The Bordeaux was delicious, but the company—only Clara was content. She sucked down oysters and kept trying to make conversation with Madison’s double—who she still thought to be a self-possessed Maddie—about gastropod mollusks. Madison, meanwhile, was busy sneaking furtive glances at Harry, who responded by busily twirling pasta around his fork. I frankly couldn’t look anyone in the eye.
“They’re left by predatory snails,” Clara said. “Isn’t that interesting?”
To which Madison’s double responded with an oddly breathy “incredible,” likely owing to the fact that Madison was too focused on Harry to concentrate on her delivery.
“Harry showed me one,” Clara said cheerfully.
“Yes, dear,” Harry said. He flashed a broad smile at her, but his response had seemed so divorced from the conversation that it clearly struck Clara as the second strange comment in as many minutes.
“Snails!” I shouted, trying to break the ice. But Clara took this as me mocking her topic of conversation, which, I suppose in some way I was.
We all hurried through our meal and left hungry.
***
I was pouring a glass of whiskey after a shower when I heard a knock on my door. Clara stood on the other side, wearing the same little black dress she’d worn to dinner.
“Did he fuck one of them?” Clara asked.
“Did you fuck Harry?”
“Of course I fucked Harry, he’s my husband and he looks like a pirate!”
“ ‘Maybe I’m still deciding who will deflower me’ or whatever the fuck you said.”
“Are you in high school?”
“He fucked both of them.”
Clara was so angry at Harry that she slapped me on his behalf.
I kissed her, she wrapped her legs around my waist, and we fucked against the armoire.
***
We laid together in my bed. Her head rested in the crook of my arm, a hand on my chest.
“Euglandina rosea,” Clara said. “They hunt by following mucus trails, partly of other species, but also their own species.”
“I see,” I said.
“Predatory, carnivorous, cannabalistic. Snails!”
“I think we may have used one of those to fill the gaps in your DNA.”
She hit my chest. She kissed me. “Stop discussing that. We don’t discuss that.”
I let myself enjoy the feel of her body against mine. A different kind of warmth, lying naked with a woman after sex. The shared secret of our vulnerable forms. Her skin against my skin. A mutual trust, beneath the sheets, in hiding together from the cold of an absent fireplace. I let my palm, my fingers, yield against the curve of her hip. She rested her thigh over mine, my loins, aware of her closeness, intrigued—always intrigued—but unhurried.
“I never let him do that one special thing,” Clara said. We smiled at each as I smoothed her hair.
A door suddenly slammed open. We both jumped, thinking ourselves caught, but quickly realized the door was actually Madison’s. We saw them through the mirror. A naked Harry, rugged as ever, held Madison with her legs around his waist. They kissed wildly, and she lifted herself up and down, riding his cock as he walked. He carried her double over his shoulder, occasionally slapping her ass as she giggled. Standing at the foot of Madison’s bed, he tossed the double onto the mattress; she rolled onto her stomach and back toward the edge of the bed. He wove his arms beneath Madison’s legs and lifted her higher, higher, until her legs draped over his shoulders. She ran her hands through his hair, his head bobbed between her legs, and the double slid forward to pull his cock between her lips.
“Harry,” Clara said softly, more in awe than anger.
He lowered Madison from his shoulders. He placed one arm around her back, the other beneath her knees, and held her sideways across his torso like a rescued damsel. He kissed her like a new bride. He lowered her onto his cock, her toes curling as he pushed between her sealed legs. Her double sat up on her knees. She kissed Harry over Madison, then wrapped her lips around Madison’s nipple.
Clara idly ran a finger along my cock beneath the sheets.
Without pulling out, Harry sat Madison vertically, her back along his torso. He held an arm beneath each of her spread legs. She reached her arm back to hold the back of his head as he began to bounce her slender body. She arched her back, opened her mouth. Her double began to kiss lower, freeing Madison’s breasts to bounce with each thrust. Her double bent to kiss across Madison’s stomach, then held her tongue against her clit as Harry plunged her down and up.
“I could do that to you” I whispered to Clara.
“We’d kill ourselves,” Clara said. She began to stroke me lightly.
I tossed back the covers and sat up. I took Clara’s hand and bid her to do the same. She sat on her knees, eyeing me as I moved around behind her, my erection dragging across her hip. I kissed her shoulders and leaned her forward against my bedpost.
Madison stretched both arms behind her head. She held the back of Harry’s neck, arching her back away from his torso as he bounced her. She moaned as her double licked, as her double reached back to touch between her own legs.
I slipped my cock inside as Clara watched, gripping the bedpost. “We have to be very quiet,” she whispered.
Harry held Madison’s legs together, bouncing her with one arm as he squeezed her breasts with the other. Her double stood, turned Harry and Madison so his back was against the bedpost, and began to fondle his balls.
“She has such a nice body,”Clara whispered as I moved slowly back and forth. “He’s so strong.”
Harry set Madison down. He grabbed both girls around the waist and took turns kissing them. Madison’s double took his arms. She stretched them behind his back and tied them to the bedpost with a thong she took from the dresser. He grinned, struggling slightly, the veins in his biceps bulging as Madison and her double dropped to their knees. One sucked the tip, the other licked the shaft. They switched.
Clara held a hand over her mouth as I began to pound against her. Her ass rippled against my pelvis.
Harry kept thrusting his hips outward, desperate for one of them to take him deeper into their mouth, but they continued to tease. Unable to resist any longer, he ripped free of the thong in one go and held the double’s head, pushing slowly between her lips. Madison kissed him, pressing her heaving chest against his as he swayed his hips back and forth.
I spanked Clara. She gasped, then glanced over her shoulder with a finger held to her lips. I spanked her again, harder. I didn’t care if he heard. I didn’t care how much he knew. And as I moved faster, as the sound of Harry’s grunts echoed through the wall, Clara became less concerned about noise, as well. She began to moan, quietly at first, but louder as I began to thrust in long, slow circles. Louder still if she saw something enticing through the mirror. Harry pinning Madison’s double to the mattress, for instance. Madison bending backward, hands on the floor, as Harry’s hair fell over his face. I spanked Clara, she moaned “harder.” I spanked Clara, she moaned “harder.” I spanked Clara, and she braced herself against the post as Harry came down the center of Madison’s back, as Madison’s double came against Madison’s mouth.
Clara threw herself against me, her back against my chest. She ground against my lap, held my hands to her breasts, and screamed into my mouth as we both came. The four of us, secretly, together.
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