The plans for Robert’s engagement had to be postponed due to COVID-19. Linda, his intended betrothed, was in Italy. He was here in America. His planned flight during spring break to visit her was cancelled. Without Linda and without Lo, who was with me during quarantine in Florida, he regressed to his former self — that is, suffering from erectile dysfunction.
When Lo and I finally returned home from our temporary pandemic paradise, he was very eager to see her. They had made a date. Lo explained that there was no worry about social distancing with Robert because he hadn’t seen anyone or been with anybody since our departure back in February. In addition, he was already prone to hypochondria and health anxiety, so he had taken every conceivable precaution to avoid contact with anyone. He was a real Howard Hughes, only without the money, fame, and grandiosity. The only exception he made to his rule was seeing Lo. Madness drives us all.
Lo was getting ready for her date with Robert. She got out of the shower and was drying her hair. I let out a cat whistle. “Don’t get any funny ideas,” she says, “I’m already late.”
“I don’t have any funny ideas.”
“I have sexy ideas.”
“Most of your sexy ideas are pretty funny.”
“Like your Stoya Fleshlight. Why would you fuck her when you could fuck me?”
“Because you won’t fuck me.”
“When won’t I fuck you?”
“Like. . . now.”
“I have a date.”
“Well then,” I said, pulling out the Fleshlight, “so do I.”
“The hell you do!”she shrieked, grabbing the Fleshlight out of my hands.
“You’ll fuck me before him?” I asked, incredulously.
“I told you, I’m already late.”
“He’s waited this long, another hour won’t kill him.”
“An hour?! How do you figure that you’ll need an hour to fuck me?”
“I was thinking two minutes to fuck you, but fifty-eight minutes for you to get dressed and do your makeup.”
“Funny. You just. . .”
In the middle of her sentence, her phone rang. It was Robert. She answered it in her sweet, seductive, slutty voice. “Hi Robert.”
There was some back-and-forth. After hanging up, she said, “He’s coming over here.”
“Apparently he couldn’t wait any longer. He’s already in the car on his way.”
“Then we can do it!”
“Because you’re the one who gets the sloppy seconds, not him. And I also like to keep you in suspense.”
“Then give me back Stoya,” I said, reaching for the Fleshlight.
“I bet you’d like her, wouldn’t you?” she asked, as she put the cylinder between her legs, bent over, and made it appear that she had two pussies.
“That is inviting.”
“I told you, no funny ideas,” she said, attempting to walk around like that.
“You’re the comedian of this outfit,” I said. She put the Stoya Fleshlight on the nightstand and began blow drying her hair, applying her makeup, and getting dressed. She put on a special outfit just for Robert: naughty schoolgirl.
The bell rang and, as in the old days, I politely let Robert in with a collegial hello. There was no need to point him in the direction of the bedroom. He knew his way like a dog remembering where he buried his bone. He hadn’t seen me in four months and yet blew right past me. No formalities. Not even the pretense of interest. He was just interested in the sweet release induced by Lo spreading her knees.
I sat, frustrated, in the living room. But before too long, I got a text from Lo summoning me.
I entered the bedroom and found the two of them in the sack.
“Daddio, Robert and I had a little idea,” she said, using a tone to match her outfit.
“Well, he’s having a little trouble. It’s been a while since the equipment was last greaced and, well, we thought that a little role-reversal might help him to get it back up and in working order.”
“What sort of role-reversal?” I was both curious and confused.
“Instead of Robert fucking me and you watching, Robert will watch as you fuck me. How’s that sound?”
I was already hard. I didn’t have to answer, I just removed my pants, unbuttoned my shirt, and lifted the short skirt Lo was wearing. I got behind her and mounted her. She was standing on the side of the bed and Robert was lying down in the bed, silently observing every expression of her face as I penetrated her from behind.
She gently stroked and tickled his testicles and she could see him getting aroused.
“You like that?” she asked. “You like seeing your little slut getting fucked? You like to see my ass get pounded?”
He was getting harder.
Lo called over her shoulder to me, “Fuck me like you mean it!”
I increased the tempo and force of my thrusts.
“You like seeing him slam me repeatedly like a screen door in a hurricane?”
I have to admit, I laughed at that simile. But Robert was soberly serious.
Lo began to suck on his tumescent cock.
“Daddy,” said Lo over her shoulder again.
“What?” I asked, keeping up my aerobic gyrations.
“Can Robert use your Fleshlight?”
“What?! No,” I said.
“You won’t share your Fleshlight with him, but you’ll share my pussy?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Fine,” she said, perturbed and lunging forward so I fell out of her slick clit.
She climbed up on the bed and slid down on Robert’s erect phallus. “You can use Stoya while he gets the real thing!”
I went over to the nightstand and grabbed the instrument of self-pleasure, lubed her up, and slid her over my rod as I watched Lo exaggerate her enjoyment, specifically in order to piss me off, though it had quite the opposite effect.
Seeing that her affectations were not causing jealousy, she said to Robert, “Do you want my ass?”
“Yes,” he managed to mumble through his excited breathing.
She lifted up, grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands, spread them as far as they would go, and slid down slowly, gingerly on his lance. Up-and-down she carefully bobbed, taking him a little deeper with each foray. Soon enough she was down to the hilt of his cock. She was making comments about how big it felt and how hard he was. Her right hand moved to her clit and was rubbing it rapidly.
“Does it feel good?” she asked Robert.
“You’re so tight,” he said.
“Tighter than my pussy?”
“Your pussy was so wet. I didn’t even need lube.”
“I never need lube,” she said. “Why else do you like it?”
“You’re such a dirty girl.”
“Such a dirty slut. A cum whore. A fuck-toy.”
Lo’s love language is jealousy. It turns her on to make me jealous. And, conversely, her own jealousy (of other women or even of Stoya) makes her even more sexually aggressive, like she has something to prove.
“Do you think Linda would do this? — let you have her ass?”
Robert was reaching up to grab Lo’s breasts and cup them with his hands.
“Do you think Linda would let you cum in her ass? Would she finger herself while you fucked her ass like I’m doing now?”
Indeed, Lo’s four fingers were curled and snug up inside her.
Robert pulled on her nipples.
“Smack my tits!” commanded Lo. “Yes, pull them, smack them.”
I saw her head tilt back and I knew what would be coming next.
A powerful stream of amrita sprayed from her onto Robert as if putting out a fire burning on his chest as she screamed “FUCK!”
Simultaneously he came in her ass and I in Stoya, each of us grunting our own mantras to the goddess.
Lo quickly jumped off his throbbing hard meat and took it deep in her mouth as she looked up at him. “Would your pure little bride Linda do this?” she asked as she licked him clean. “Even if she fucks you, you’re still going to want your dirty little Lo to use and abuse,” she reminded him.
She cupped his balls and fondled them, changing her tone from dominatrix to endearing concubine, she asked, “Feel better?”
“Yes, yes,” was all he could emote. She grabbed a towel from the side of the bed and wiped down the ejaculate from his chest, proud of her accomplishment.
After he was gone, she turned to me, her mood abruptly changing, and said, “You’re more jealous of Stoya than you are of me.”
“You’re right,” I said, surprised by my irrational preference, “I wouldn’t share my Fleshlight, but I would share my Lola.”
“Phhht,” she said, dismissively, “I take more pleasure in being shared anyhow.”