"Hey, it was nothing! I like you. I know that you don't go on dates, so this is very flattering for you to invite me to come along for whatever. Who knows, if it goes well, maybe you and I could have a future. Maybe," the sandy-haired cutie who was my favorite cashier at the local supermarket blushed as she winked at me, her dimples showing and the smile definitely reaching her eyes.
"Well, you don't know me that well, so I'm very flattered that you would trust me this much," I smiled back at Emily as she put her hand in mine at the front door.
I thought that I was prepared to see Anastassia again two years after our breakup, but I was terribly wrong. She was every bit as breathtaking in her classic Tejana looks as ever, with the only real change being some baby weight from her little one. Yes, she put the "mama" in mamacita for sure there. It was actually quite charming in my view, but then again, I always thought that her light peach fuzz above her lip was adorable instead of a revolting mustache or anything like that. Anastassia was always very self-conscious about her looks, which was what led to the cheating incident where she got pregnant and left me for Tony. She was always so hungry for compliments and so insecure about her beauty that she was putty in the hands of a man who gave her praise and booze in a one-two punch as he did.
"Hey, stranger!" I told her, "you're now officially a hot mama, I heard. Congratulations!"
"Hey, papi!" Anastassia blurted, which I thought was strange, given my impression that Latinas saved that pet name for lovers.
That Tony didn't act jealous or correct his girlfriend also surprised me, but I let it go as I now welcomed Anastassia's warm hug and the one that she gave Emily as well. It was telling that Tony appraised Emily with more interest than his own girlfriend. I couldn't judge him, because I admired both women and made no attempt to hide the fact, but it was his disinterest in the mother of his child that jarred me a bit. The way that my ex clung to me more than I expected made me wonder if she was perhaps a bit lonely or simply missed her daughter, who was apparently with her grandmother for the night.
Tony had been a very jealous lover back then, insisting that Anastassia leave me for him. Now he acted so nonchalantly that I wondered if he was just free from his jealousy or lost interest in his girlfriend after all. It was a very stark contrast that was difficult to ignore. Some people certainly could learn to let their jealousy go, that was true and very healthy for a relationship, but Tony always seemed like the sort of man who would never do that. I naturally wondered about the radical change in his behavior, given that he struck me as an insanely jealous and fiercely possessive type of guy.
"Anastassia, this is Emily, my date for tonight," I introduced them now, putting such worries out of my mind ... it was between those two, none of my business, "Emily, this is Anastassia, my ex-girlfriend."
"And this is my boyfriend, Tony, the father of my little Marisol," Anastassia told us with pride that didn't seem all that mutual from the expression on Tony's face, "who is with her grandma tonight while we host this little dinner party. Thanks for accepting. We have four other guests who are hopefully coming, but they are bowling buddies of Tony's and their wives. We ladies wanted to try something different this time. We'll see how it goes, spending time together as friends away from the lanes for one evening."
"Well, thank you for thinking of me, babe," I replied automatically before realizing how inappropriate that might sound to Tony and Emily.
Strangely, Emily perked up when she heard me use such an endearment for my ex, her hands wandering a bit closer to my tush. Was it jealousy or something else? Tony completely ignored my token of affection for his girlfriend, continuing the pattern of extreme and bizarre indifference, showing neither pride in his lover nor jealousy nor even compersion. Emily seemed to notice that, too, her body language shifting further in a show of surprising empathy for the crestfallen Anastassia, who also caught onto the difference between how I treated her and her beau did.
Emily's hand instinctively reached for my ex's shoulder as if to reassure her that everything would be good, a gesture that finally brought some attention from Tony, in the form of an instant boner in his bulge. I don't mind telling you that this was awkward as hell right then, just before Tony closed the front door at last behind us. I sensed that Tony thought that Emily found his lady attractive and maybe she did, but it struck me as a ridiculous misreading of non-verbal cues and this came from me, the worst reader of ladies' body language who ever lived!
Well, the night was still young, but Anastassia seemed eager to get things set up for the supper and Emily invited herself into the kitchen for some reason that was beyond me. This left me alone in a very tense silence with Tony, the tension being so proverbially thick that one really could cut it with a knife. There were so many elephants in the room and so many potential issues that could lead to blows, yet how to avoid them, I wondered. I also noticed that he was disappointed that his other guests were late, preferring them to me for reasons that I only thought that I understood.
"So, um ... this bowling thing, that's how you met these other couples, you know, hanging out constantly? That's all that you folks have done together in the past?" I inquired, trying to get a better sense of the man aside from what I knew of him during our train wreck of a love triangle.
"Um, yeah, pretty much. Look, Frank, for the record, I know that things didn't go so well ... when I was screwing Ana behind your back like that. I was a bit confused as to how you took it as well as you did. Did you just not love her anymore or what was really going on there? She was a bit hurt, I think, at how well you moved on from her, as strange as that might seem to hear, let alone from the man who stole her away from you. I think that she's ... somewhat happy at least. She could be happier to be sure. I, on the other hand... , " Tony let that statement hang in the air, no doubt grateful when the cavalry in the form of the other two couples arrived at last.
Wendy Coleman and Mary Tolliver were sisters, but each married a radically different man at least. Stewart Coleman was a short, balding, goateed man with a lot of hair on his arms and a very dry wit that reflected what was obviously a very high IQ. How he ended up in such jockish company I had no idea, other than the way that Wendy adored him and he felt the same way about her. He was the classic nerd who somehow ended up with the cheerleader from high school, and they both seemed deliriously happy with each other. It was clear to me that they were the sort of couple that Anastassia would especially envy and admire right now at this point of her troubled romance.
Andrew Tolliver was about how I pictured him ahead of time, hardly a surprise like Stewart. He was big, brash, tanned, cocky, and ... stupid. I have never been one to simplify someone to that extent, but Andrew was just dumb as a brick. He was absolutely clueless about humor, wit, current events, or anything else requiring a brain. He scarcely hid from me his contempt for men like Stewart, not to mention taking an instant dislike to me. If their wives weren't sisters, Andrew would never have been caught dead with the guy. The feeling was apparently mutual for them, particularly given his poor taste in jokes. These were two men trapped in a quasi-friendship due to marrying sisters, but they had practically little save bowling, wives, and Tony in common.
I caught Mary stealing glances at Stewart and me once or twice, even at Tony, her face flushed with embarrassment as she heard her hubby's stupid comments or jests for about the two millionth time. Clearly, none of these were new jokes, and Wendy in particular groaned under her breath at what had to be rough for her sister. Mary seemed to make a point in asking me about myself, only to have Andrew or Tony both try to steer the conversation elsewhere. The way that Tony behaved, it was clear that he got along with Andrew the dumbass more than Stewart the brain. Poor Stewart was simply caught up in a social circle that his wife had never quite left.
This was about the time that Anastassia and Emily finally returned to the living room and announced that, "Dinner's served, y'all."
Yeah, that part was Emily. Apparently, she had a sense of humor about growing up in the Arkansas backwoods, which was a good thing, of course. Anastassia giggled like a schoolgirl at that part, while Emily blushed a little bit again, once more showing off her lovely dimples. She also braved a kiss to my lips as if to make it clear to everyone that she was my date. Was that from jealousy, I wondered yet again, still not sure of the answer to that question.
The ladies had gone all out, impressing me at least. It was also quite clear that Anastassia had a new girlfriend to boot. Emily and she had hit it off almost instantly, especially with my date making a point of being so helpful to a tired, if still young, working mom. It was also evident that Emily knew her way around a kitchen, much as Anastassia did, so they had that much in common at least. The meal was mostly classic Tex-Mex, but with some special touches that proved some extra care for authenticity and flavor. The girls used shredded beef instead of ground, and had employed no small portion of cilantro for the right seasoning.
"So, it's just the grown-ups here. Does that mean any adult games?" Stewart teased everyone, daring to flirt with Anastassia even as he did with Emily.
Wendy rolled her eyes for a second and then burst out into laughter, "Oh, Stew, you're charming as ever. My man!"
The tone in Mrs. Coleman's voice was obviously somewhat amused and proud that she, at least, had married someone with a sharp wit and a bawdy sense of humor that didn't slip into gross or repulsive toilet jokes. That was a delicate line to cross and, unfortunately, Andrew didn't know any better even if Stewart did. I wasn't the most squeamish man in the world, never have been, but I would never repeat some of the stuff that he said, which nearly put a few of us off our appetites. Even Emily made a disgusted face, and that was saying something, because she grew up a tomboy in a trailer with four brothers.
That was a point where I nearly stormed off to puke, but Tony held his hand up and had enough of his own friend's crassness.
"Andrew, we're trying to eat here, okay? Seriously, man, what's wrong with you?" my ex's beau finally put his foot down, making each of us squirm a bit.
"Great use of cilantro, by the way, ladies. You both did very well tonight," I praised them both, knowing that it was a team effort.
Anastassia and Emily both showed their dimples as Emily blushed and Anastassia looked down a bit, evidently somewhat unused to such specific compliments. My opinion seemed to be a popular one, too, drawing even Tony into actually complimenting the duo, which definitely helped their self-esteem a bit. It was also quite accurate, as the use of the cilantro in the fajitas really was among the best that I had tasted in my life, to say nothing of the rice, frijoles, and pico de gallo. Tony was one lucky bastard when it came to having at least one good cook in the house, if not other ways (and I was fairly sure that Anastassia could really let her hair down when she was inspired to do so).
"So, Frank, what do you do for a living?" Mary hastened to lighten the mood with all of the tension in the air and her husband suddenly sulking like a spoiled brat.
"I chair the Haddad Foundation. We're a non-profit organization that deals with a wide variety of projects," I kept rather vague, not wishing to go into details about my work, which admittedly did a lot of good, but also ran afoul of many companies and governments.
"How many members of this group? How large of a budget?" Stewart's ears perked up, even as Andrew now coughed and did a cock-sucking gesture to imply that one or more of us were suck-ups.
"Oh, that's really very mature of you, Andy," Anastassia cut him down to size right then, making him turn beet-red.
"I'm ANDREW, not Andy!" Andrew snapped, "I don't recall anyone asking you, little beaner pig. Maybe you should get your fucking baby weight down and stop shoving burritos in your mouth, so Tony will want to touch you again."
"That was uncalled for, Andrew, and if you ever speak that way to my girlfriend again, I will... , " Tony grew a bit crimson himself, especially as the comments hit a little too close to home for him.
"I don't think that I can sit here while Ana gets insulted like this. Apologies, folks. I need a timeout. If I sit here any longer, I'll have to kick his ass, and I'm normally a very calm and collected guy. If these are your friends, Tony, well, I don't think that we can bury the hatchet after all," I grit my teeth very angrily, my blood up and a strong desire welling up in me to deck the sonofabitch.
"Please, don't judge me for this! Andrew, I've told you that running your trap like this will cost ya in time, and now it has! I never fucking kick you out of bed or lock you out of the bedroom, but expect to find your stuff on the front lawn tonight unless you apologize to Anastassia and Tony right now!" Mary turned furiously on her husband, making it clear that her past acquiescence was long gone.
"Mary, please... , " Andrew turned very pathetic suddenly, much to my shock and everyone's.
"Don't 'Mary, please' me, Andrew! APOLOGIES, NOW, OR TAKE YOUR FUCKING RING BACK! I was gonna make later tonight the special night to try for a baby again, but if this is what you think and feel about our lovely, gracious hostess, I'd rather use Norplant or throw myself off a cliff than let a rude, racist, sexist prick like you breed me! If that's how you feel, I want a divorce!" Mary rounded on him with even more venom.
"Well, I wasn't gonna kick you out, just him, but thanks for taking that stand, Mary. It's really good to know who your friends are," Anastassia cleared her throat, tears pouring down her face as I subconsciously reached over to wipe them away.
"Wait, you're all siding with her on this? Really, after she insulted me to begin with, even my own wife? I'm sorry that I went too far with the racist talk, but she ... did so, too! Are you really gonna take her side, why, because I called her fat and ugly. She's gone all fat with that baby weight and won't lose it!" Andrew didn't know when to quit.
I got up about two seconds before Simon and Tony, but the former had the edge of proximity, and really laid into him. Simon Coleman might be a short, pudgy, balding man, but he could land a right hook for sure. Well, there ended that pretense of a friendship, I thought, not being fooled. I was very pleased, to say the least, when Emily kicked the guy, too, leaning over to fart directly in his face, and Wendy spat on him.
"Get your sorry ass out of here! I might not be the host or hostess, but I think that I speak for everyone here on that point. Go, just go! You're not welcome at any place where I am and if I see you again, I will personally cross the street to sucker punch you in the gut," I warned the man, completely enraged by how the man had treated such a sweet lady as Anastassia.
"Go, just ... go! Andrew, I changed my mind. I don't feel like sleeping in a bed tonight that has any part of you in it! Go home, get your things, or lock me out, or whatever, but just know that I'm so gonna divorce you so fast that it's not funny! I don't want to grow old with you anymore or have babies with you or anything! I'm not in love with you anymore, and I don't think that I have been for a while now, it's just taken tonight to make me face facts. I feel nothing but disgust and scorn for you! From now on, we talk through or with lawyers, not alone! Never alone again!" Mary chased Andrew away as he tried to stay long enough to kiss her.
"Leave ... now! You're not wanted in this house, so never come back! If I see you back here again, I'm calling the cops on you for trespassing!" Tony shouted at the man, even as he got behind the wheel of his fancy sports car.
"Oh, he did not, did he?" I groaned, "we can't let him drive as buzzed as he is. Other people don't deserve to die on the road."
"I can take care of that," Mary said as she did one last favor for her spouse, ordering an Uber for her estranged spouse, since she wasn't quite ready to drive, either.
"I hope that he doesn't get false hope and that you don't cave. It would be a damn shame to see my sister end up staying with a loser like Andrew now that you see him for what he is. It's bad enough that you're high school sweethearts. I haven't had the heart to tell you that he confessed to getting a vasectomy done after Samantha's birth, because he doesn't want any more kids and he wants to know if you're cheating on him. I slapped him for that and I never slap men, because that was a disgusting thing to say and do, especially bragging to me. He also hit on me, telling me that he'd leave you for me in a heartbeat.
"I told him, and I quote verbatim here, 'Go to hell, you stupid jock has-been,' which really struck a nerve with him, especially after he had just insulted Simon and asserted that there was no way that he could satisfy me. Well, I'll have you know, and I told him this, but Simon's dick is perfectly fine for both my twat and my butt, and when he comes in one, I usually work hard to get him ready for the other. I'm quite happy in the bedroom, thank you very much," Wendy's bright red eyebrows sparked with her wanton wickedness.
"He did what? That bastard! Oh, I am so fucking over and when I get a chance to fuck around on before the divorce, I'll grab with both hands! He wants to call me an adulteress, he'll see a fucking adulteress! All these times, no more kids, just the one, all those hot, sweaty nights of fucking him and putting up with his selfish, piggy ways, just to try to have another baby, all because he didn't want any more fatherhood and responsibility! He wanted to leave when she turned eighteen, didn't he? Oh, he's gone now! Forget waiting for that! I don't want her raised by a selfish, racist, sexist pig!" Mary told us after hearing this.
"You weren't named after the burger chain, were you?" I broke the ice, making everyone laugh a bit more and lightening the dark, angry mood of Anastassia and the rest.
"Yes, and if you want that kind of burger, you'll have to come through Simon, do as he says," Wendy teased us more than a little.
"Cute. And on that note, with the appetite tabled for now and the beer flowing freely through our veins, how about we retire to the living room for some evening entertainment?" Tony urged us, getting applause for that no doubt.
"Yes, that sounds good. And for sticking up for me, maybe we should let them all stay over tonight, sleep off the booze until morning? Marisol is spending the whole night with her grandmother, after all," Anastassia proposed.
"I agree, dear. We don't want any DUIs. Besides, a grown-up sleepover ... sounds nice, right? If you have to work in the morning, you can shower and use some Febreze for your clothes so that they smell fresh on a second day," Tony decided that his girlfriend had a good plan there.
Perhaps it was just the vicious attack on the mother of his child, but Tony seemed to soften a little toward Anastassia afterward, acting warmer with his affections, including the use of endearments. She definitely picked up on that, just as she did on my own protective response, which was clearly sincere. The result was that Tony found himself with a rather mushy girlfriend, kissing and holding hands with him as they sat together. She also rushed to do little things for him ... and for me, though also for the others.
"I wonder if tonight was a blessing in disguise for them," Emily whispered in my ear.
While some part of me was jealous over the idea, I nodded ... I wanted my Anastassia (my Anastassia, really, after all this time?) to be happy. I used to jokingly call her the Grand Duchess, as in the Russian princess, Anastassia Romanova, and she always loved that. Besides, I was polyamorous and I could certainly push back against any feelings of jealousy to share anyone willing to share me. I was even willing back then to do that with her, but she chose to leave me instead. Just because it was over for her didn't make it over for me, not entirely. I was still very smitten with the chica, even if she had some extra padding to her now.
"It's cool that you're still in love with her, you know. I already knew that going in, Frank," Emily whispered a second time.
"Okay, so ... video games, TV? Risk, Monopoly, Trivial Pursuit, Scrabble?" Tony asked for preferences.
"Simon says," Simon said with a chuckle and wink, helping to lighten the mood further.
"Cute, honey," Wendy playfully swatted his hand, giving him a kiss to the bald spot of his head to show just how playful she was.
"Truth or Dare!" Emily shocked me by speaking up now.
"Okay, I'll bite!" Mary agreed with a laugh, wanting to put her future ex out of her mind.
"Truth or Dare it is. Who wants to go first?" Tony laughed.
"How about me?" Anastassia asked him.
"Alright, honey, Truth or Dare," Tony coughed for a moment.
"Truth," Anastassia told him.
"Are you still in love with me?" Tony asked her, "after all, I've been very unlovable of late."
"Yes, I am. You're the father of my Marisol, my little princess. You've taken great care of us, too. I do miss some of the heat, some of the passion of our earlier days, though to be fair, some of that was the hot, guilty thrill of cheating on my ex. Sorry, Frank. I wasn't usually a bad girl, but at that time I was. Your turn, Truth or Dare?" Anastassia asked me now.
"Truth," I swallowed, ready for the next question.
"Are you still in love with me? Sometimes, I get the impression that it's not quite over for us, not from your end. And, frankly, Frank, when you stood up for me like that, I felt extremely flattered. The little ways that you still show affection without even thinking about it. You're still in love with me, aren't you? 'Fess up," Anastassia got a little bolder with me.
"Well, you are an old flame. Sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or anyone else here, either. Maybe I shouldn't have come," I confessed, "but, yes, I'm still in love with my Grand Duchess."
Anastassia's face brightened a little and her dimples showed, but she also let a tear trickle down her cheek.
"I treated you badly, Frank, leaving you so abruptly for Tony after getting knocked up by him, but I never stopped loving you. I just ... I was brought up a certain way, and that way said that once you're pregnant to a man, you're his woman now. You have his babies, you sleep with him, and you stay with him. However, the women in my family still tend to have lingering affection and desire for their exes, and if they stray, said exes are often, not always, the partners of choice. When we go bad, we do it for love and we go all the way. Your turn, Tony. Truth or Dare?" Anastassia now asked her beau.
"Truth," Tony kept up the uncomfortable, less relaxing trend that worried me a little now, though it was partly my fault.
"Did you agree to Frank showing up, at least partly hoping to get all of this out into the open, knowing that I was more likely to cheat with Frank than with other men? Did you do it to size up the competition and see if he really was a threat? I know that I did it to test my true feelings, but what about you?" Anastassia confronted Tony.
"Um ... yes, I did. I'm a Italian guy. I'm a bit of a rake, often the sort to get other men's ladies to cheat with me. I'm not so keen on them cheating on me, of course. And I have been unfaithful, so some part of me fears that so have you. Sorry, dear, it's true. Some of it was Andrew's fault, but a lot of it was just ... me. I'm drawn to sluts, but I'm also afraid of them. I tend to tame them and then get bored when I do. And I let Andrew's perception distort what you are. You're still a sultry woman, baby weight or no baby weight," Tony admitted, no longer posturing to impress anyone.
"Antonio Leonardo Francesco Diamante, did you not think that I knew what kind of man I allowed between my legs? You seduced Frank Haddad's girlfriend, okay? You're a womanizer. It's what you do. You're a skirt-chaser, a ladykiller, a philanderer, a Casanova, a lecher. So is Frank, in fact. I think that also gave me some kind of permission to do it. It felt like I was just a pawn in a great battle between lions, a gazelle sure to be hunted down and eaten either way. I dated a Lebanese lothario and cheated on him with an Italian one. But at least I kept in the Catholic family, right?" Anastassia softened the mood with a little self-deprecating religious joke at the end.
"Technically, yes," I grinned, choking back tears, "your turn, Emily. Truth or Dare?"
"Truth," Emily kept up the trend, a mischievous, pixieish smile on her face with her blush and her dimples.
"Did you go on this date to look at your competition or rival, as you saw it?" I asked her very bluntly now.
"Yes and no. To check her out, sure, so I could be sure if I could stomach the thought of sharing you with her. I'll let you in on a little secret. I grew up with four brothers, all of whom had girlfriends and later wives, and all of whom shared me in the past, both with boyfriends and with each other ... and sometimes with their lovers. Yeah, I was a trailer park party favor several times. I've pulled a few trains. I've been airtight. I can be a real bitch in heat. I'm not a little innocent belle. I'm poor white trailer trash by birth and I own it.
"I'm used to the concept of sharing, far more than one would expect from a Southern girl from the Bible Belt. I'm a tomboy in some ways, but I'm also a great cook and I would make a terrific girlfriend. I've never done crystal meth or any other hard drugs and I cut men off for going into that. I knew that was bad news and I escaped the trailer park to leave that behind me. But I'm not a 'good' Southern girl. I've always been very comfortable with men, including their lecherous ways.
"I can never promise to be faithful, but I'd never ask that of any man ... or woman, in fact. I know myself too well. I'm a sucker for smart guys, exotic guys, well-spoken guys, and well, just guys in general, as well as some gals. I'm the sort of gal who'll go skinny-dipping and fishing with you, let you check me for ticks, wear Daisy Dukes and show off my legs, but also don't care for too much makeup most of the time. It covers some of my best features, such as my freckles," Emily announced with a major lip lock and some tongue, making my jaw drop an inch or two and my heart race as I felt her sweet kisses on my mouth.
"Okay, then. Truth or Dare," Simon asked next after recovering his powers of speech, forgetting to stipulate the recipient, "oh, sorry, that was meant for my wife."
"Truth," Wendy insisted.
"Are you happy with our marriage, and if so, why, if not, why not?" Simon blundered into that one.
"I am happy with our marriage, mostly. Because I see what scum I could have ended up with and instead I have you. You're no Brad Pitt, but you're a lot better than the doofuses that I used to date. Not handsome like them, but smart, witty, fun-loving, someone who can last more than two minutes in bed, someone who can get it up again afterward, someone who's admittedly filthy rich, too, which helps. Someone who makes me wet just thinking about him. And frankly, someone with whom my sister is already in love, if she's honest with herself. Shall we be, Mary? Honest with ourselves? Truth or Dare, sis?" Wendy put the next query to her younger sister, Mary Tolliver.
"Truth, of course. That's what you were looking here, so let's have it out. Yes, I'm in love with your husband. There you go. So sue me. I fell in love with him during those bowling nights, while contrasting him with Andrew and seeing who got the better end of the deal. I used to wonder what you saw in Simon. Now I wonder what I ever saw in Andrew. You're the lucky sister. You didn't find love right away. You found it when you were smart enough to know the real thing, grab it with both hands, and not let it get away from you," Mary acknowledged this fact, pushing back her dirty blonde hair from her amber-colored face.
"Well, he's not a racist like Andrew. Did you know that he was such a pig?" Wendy wondered aloud.
"Ah, the bonus query," I laughed.
"Yes, well, I'll answer it, and then ask Simon his question. No, I didn't. And to be honest, if I did, I'd have never given him a second glance. I'm biracial, not white like my sister, as you can tell. I can usually pass for white, but that's because the darker skin went to my brothers. Daddy's sons, my older half-brothers from his first marriage. Also to a white woman, interestingly enough. Yeah, he had a weakness for snowbunnies. That was Daddy. Now, how about you, Simon? Ever wanted some of this? I get the feeling that tonight is a night for candor and that at least tonight, my sister will forgive you for telling home truths," Mary insisted.
"Yes, but I won't forget. I won't hold it against you, but I wanna know. Are you in love with my sister? I know that you're in love with me, what about her?" Wendy demanded to know.
"Okay, yes, I have feelings for Mary, too. I'm in love with both of you. You both seem to be in love with me, too, which makes this one helluva messy love triangle here. I've ... tried to be faithful. It just hasn't been easy. Not with Mary. I know that she's not just another woman. She's your sister... , " Simon cleared his throat again, reaching for some more beer.
"Hey, it's cool. Hubby likes both sisters. It has a nice 'Dear, Penthouse' ring to it, doesn't it?" Wendy laughed before adding, "well, maybe that's enough uncomfortable truth for now. More wine, anymore?"
"And maybe some of this," Tony took out a bag, which contained a number of plastic, zipper bags, and then produced a blunt, which he lit and inhaled a bit of the "devil's lettuce."
"Oh, yes! On a night like tonight, after all this stress and painful, alcohol-induced honesty, all of these raw feelings, some good weed just hits the right spot!" Anastassia declared as she took a hit as well and passed it to me.
"Thank you, babe," I told her as I puffed, and then passed it onto Emily.
"Thanks, sugar," Emily called me as she kissed me again.
"Another round, or too soon?" Tony inquired.
"Truth or Dare?" Wendy confirmed it.
"Dare!" Simon shouted.
"Okay, I dare you to kiss Mary, on the mouth, including tongue," Wendy told her husband, not letting him get away without locking lips with her sister.
"Very well, but if she doesn't want it, she's free to slap me," Simon was just slightly buzzed enough to relax and go for it, planting a very wet French kiss on his sister-in-law's lips.
Not only wasn't there a slap, the kiss lasted for another minute or so before they came up for air. Then Wendy reached over and gave her sister a very soft, sweet, if chaster kiss, as if openly condoning the make-out session. Mary kissed her back harder and looked into her eyes, both of them breaking the kiss just long enough to plant one each on Simon's cheeks. They both ran their fingers over his groin, too, albeit covered by his pants, making his bulge grow a little there.
"Truth or Dare?" Tony asked Mary, eager to get things moving along now.
"Dare!" Mary was not in a mood to hold back, now being quite eager to cheat on her husband so that she could get the satisfaction of putting horns on him before their divorce.
"I dare you to do whatever Simon says for the rest of the night, regardless of how wild and crazy it is. Be his little slut for the whole evening. You up for it? The only caveat is that he has to actually use the words 'Simon says,' first. Anything not preceded by this can be ignored. Hopefully, Wendy will go along with this, of course. Will you, Wendy? Consider it a game within the game, if you will," Tony teased them both.
"Okay, but that counts as my 'dare' for this round, right?" Wendy asserted, "dare accepted, as you can see. I dare to let my husband boss my sister around for the night."
"Sweet!" Mary winked at them both.
"Alright, then. Simon says, strip competely naked and spent the rest of the night that way, no matter what," Simon told his sister-in-law, eager to see her luscious body, as were all of us if we were honest.
Mary made a point of a proper striptease, starting with her pantyhose, which she slid down under her skirt, and her pumps at first.
"Simon says, put the pumps back on, honey. They should stay on for the night, unlike your clothes. Simon says, blouse next," Simon instructed, evidently wanting to see her in nothing but her pumps.
"Do as he says, sis. That's the rules. You agreed to them," Wendy reminded her sister, who then slid her pumps back on and unbuttoned her blouse to drop it to the floor.
"Simon says, skirt next. Let's see you in your undies," Simon ordered Mary, who smiled at him despite the lump in her throat and unzipped her skirt to step out of it into just her bra and panties.
All of us, Emily and Anastassia, took in very deep breaths as we saw the golden beauty that was Mary in so much more skin. She looked like a blonde Mariah Carey or something, drop dead gorgeous, of course, though differently from the other, equally ravishing ladies. I could certainly sense that Emily was bi from the way that she squirmed and brushed up against me with lust. Mary Tolliver was a walking advertisement for the aesthetic benefits of interracial marriage, that was for sure.
"Yummy," Emily declared openly, causing everyone to look at her and then laugh, including Mary.
"That she is. Simon says, off with the bra, sweetie," Simon next commanded, causing Mary to ask non-verbally for Wendy's help in unclasping her bra.
Mary now stood topless and our previous assessment didn't even seem to do her justice. Those mounds of hers defied gravity and every law of physics, being as firm and full as they were. Mary was a rather large and tall woman and her bust certainly fit the other proportions on her. At six feet tall, she was even taller than any of the men who stayed behind.
"Oh, sweet Jesus!" Wendy bit her bottom lip in admiration of her own sister.
Anastassia curiously stared at me and then at Mary, followed by Wendy and Emily, as if trying to guess who I might try to seduce among the four of them. Maybe she hoped that Simon would instruct Mary to suck my dick for her entertainment or something, I wasn't too sure yet. She also licked her own lips as she stared at my crotch, as if wanting some of that action for herself. Perhaps she recalled the many times that she had given me hummers and I always came down her throat.
"Simon says, panties, too, baby. Let's see your bush at last. Slide them down slowly, and then pass them down to each of us, so any of us can sniff them if we wish," Simon ordered Mary, who forgot or didn't care that he failed to say "Simon says" for the second instruction.
The sight of this biracial Amazon pushing her silk panties down to her ankles and stepping out of them to hand them to others more than revved up my engine and I doubt that I was alone there. Maybe it was just the weed ridding us of easy embarrassment, but each of us sniffed the underwear without a trace of self-consciousness about it. It smelled very strongly of arousal, the wetness of Mary's bush leaking very well into the fabric.
"Simon says, let the host keep your panties, Mary. They belong to Tony now," Simon winked at Mary, who found her fingers wandering to her exposed pussy to jill herself off for a moment.
"Simon says, sit down, baby," he added, and Mary did, letting us move onto other dares at last.
"Thank you, Mary. I'm gonna treasure these for sure. Your turn, Emily? Truth or Dare?" Tony asked my date for her part.
"Okay, Dare. That seems to be the way to go now, and I want to see where this goes," Emily told him saucily.
"Very well. Strip. Now. Not slowly like Mary. Quickly. No shoes, no nothing. Just nekkid country girl!" Tony commanded, making Emily blush and show more dimples, but she complied.
Emily's brown bush was very nice, but so was the rest of her, including her firm, freckled buttocks and delightful, if B-cup breasts. She sat on my lap without waiting to ask or be asked, letting me feel her naked bum brush against my steely boner. She also planted several kisses on my neck and made no attempt to hide her affection for me at all now. The message was silent, but unmistakable. She was mine now. We were lovers from that moment forward.
"Here are my panties," she declared huskily, slipping them into my front pocket, "you can have any pair that you want and what's in them for the rest of your life, no strings or conditions attached. Period. I'm your plaything, your slut, your fuckmeat from now on. I don't care if you come home from the bar at six am with the smell of the skankiest cocktail waitress pussy on your lips.
"You can raw dog any woman in front of me and I'll still suck you back to stiffness so that I can get my fair share of this. Just be forewarned that I am a slut, even if yours, so sometimes I will drop my panties for other men and women, too, especially if they get weed and Captain Morgan in me. I'm a pirate girl at heart, all about the booty. And here you thought that I was just the girl next door!"
"Truth or Dare, Tony?" Anastassia now turned things around on her beau, perhaps a bit envious of Emily's attention from everyone and their saucer-wide eyes now.
"Dare!" Tony agreed easily.
"I dare you to share me with Frank in a DP. How about it? The Devil's threesome, at least once in our relationship? You've thought of me as a baby mama too much, dear. It's why you've had trouble with intimacy with me lately. I can see that now. I'm not the fucking Madonna, papi. I'm your slut, too, just as Emily is Frank's ... and, if I'm being honest here, I'm actually Frank's slut, too, at heart.
"Let me be myself for once. I'm a woman in love with two different men and you seem past your jealousy to an extent, so how about it? Share me with another man, one with a woman so understand that she'll share him with me? I want to be your slut, but I also want to be his," Anastassia confessed more secrets, even as she undressed to offer herself to both of us.
"Okay, but that counts as my dare, too," I chuckled, even as Emily began removing my clothes to help me out.
"And what's my dare?" Anastassia probed, even as Tony and I prepared to have our way with her, Tony's rock-hard bulge showing that he was as excited by this as I was.
"Eat Emily out while we share you," I told her, making Emily beam as she bent over to offer my ex a taste of her ass.
"Who for the pussy, who for the butt?" Tony asked his girlfriend now.
"I want to ride Frank, so I can have his baby this time. I want you up my butt, 'cause you've got the longer, skinnier dick," Anastassia was honest about her reasons there.
"No more innocent act, eh?" I laughed as my ex pushed me to the floor and climbed aboard the Frank Haddad Express, as I sometimes called my body when it was underneath a woman.
"Emily, shut him up with your bush, please. He's a sweet talker and all, but right now, he needs to do less talk, more action," Anastassia urged my new redneck girl as she slid up and down my cock.
I took the hint and dove in for plenty of slick, juicy, furry gash on my lips and tongue as I ate Emily out and let my ex impale herself on me. Anastassia certainly didn't hold back, spreading her cheeks to let Tony ease into her culo while she began rimming Emily in earnest. Our tongues met quite frequently across my luscious hillbilly slut's taint, making her squirm and quiver as she absorbed the sensations of so much lust.
Evidently, our little impromptu orgy kicked off another one, with Mary now riding her brother-in-law as her sister sat on his hungry mouth to face fuck him. She took it bareback, too, just as Anastassia did, both ladies sensing that this was one night that would be great to conceive after all. The sisters quite clearly didn't mind sharing the lucky bastard, just as we fellows enjoyed sandwiching Anastassia between us.
To say that my ex was dripping wet now was a considerable understatement, as she rode me harder and took me deeper inside her soaked snatch with every stroke and enthusiastically let her boyfriend use her tight ass. She also kept licking Emily's crack with no trace of shame or guilt whatsoever now. It was now understood that Anastassia was my slut as well as Tony's, that her body belonged to both of us, because her heart always had. She would just have to spend the rest of her life pleasing both of her men, not that she minded in the least.
The same wasn't exactly true for Emily, of course. In terms of ownership, she was mine alone. She liked it that way, I could also tell. I also grasped that Anastassia knew both of her men very well by now. She knew our kinks, quirks, and idiosyncrasies. She knew that both of us were rather amorously inclined and she had accepted the fact. She knew that neither Tony nor I was the faithful sort at all and had told us as much.
It was also true that Tony's favorite places to search for strange were all slut central. She understood him. She knew that he wanted was to fuck sluts, whores, tramps, and hussies, especially taken or married ones. It was only a matter of time before he ended borrowing either Emily, Mary, or Wendy, or any combination of these. That was the obvious solution to the issue of what to do about Tony's side action, something that no self-respecting Italian guy, in his view, would ever completely give up.
At least now Anastassia had the answer of how to get some of her own, both with him and others ... insist upon it. Tony might be afraid of her cheating on him, but he also craved her straying as proof of her continual naughtiness, which was a large part of her sexual allure with him. She should just do it openly, flaunt it, confront him with his fears, and never let it get boring again. She would be a slut, but she would be HIS slut, as well as mine ... the additional factor of being mine just gave it more spice, made it so much more intoxicating to him.
In any case, Tony's lust for his girlfriend was now quite intensified, heightened by her new raunchiness as he pumped in and out of her tight, hot booty with his hard, throbbing cock. Few things said "kinky, nasty, cum whore" like his sultry lover taking her boyfriend's dick deep inside her butt while her twat felt more of another man's bareback prick plowing her cunt. Seeing said cutie rim another woman while we both enjoyed her favors made things that much more exciting for Tony and me alike. Eating my brunette slut's furry slit enhanced the sensuality of the encounter.
The more I tongued Emily's yummy gash, the more Anastassia licked her bottom with gusto, making no effort to deny that she relished the flavors, either. The more that I humped my ex's slippery twat from below, the more Tony pounded her rear from above, and the more we met in the middle of her, only a relatively thin barrier of flesh separating our cocks inside our plump and juicy Tejana. The harder and rougher we became while plundering Anastassia's treasures, the wilder and hungrier she became for both of us. She truly was our woman, belonging to both of us. We would just have to share her for life, much as Emily had determined to share me.
Right about now, of course, we heard serious screams as Emily bucked her hips again one final time and splattered my face with her pussy juices. The intensity of two tongues exploring and pleasuring her was too much now and she staggered to her feet, ghosting a question to me. I understood it, nodded, and she went behind Tony to start playing with his balls and his ass. He moved with even greater urgency in response to the fingers invading his backdoor, while the other hand caressed his family jewels. He was very excited now, but nothing compared to when Emily pulled out her real shocker from her handbag ... a strap-on dildo with a thigh harness.
"I'm offering you another dare early. I dare you, Tony Diamante, to let Frank's slut peg you and make you her bitch for the moment. I bought this for tonight, mostly to try out on Frank once his dick was worn out from fucking me. Or on Anastassia if we ended up sharing her. Or both of them. Or to have her use on me, if she were so inclined. It's turned out even better than I hoped. Don't let pride or shame or guilt stop you. Some of the randiest, horniest, manliest men like to be pegged now and then, to try out how great being fucked and taken is for women," Emily teased the outside of Tony's pucker as he kept sodomizing Anastassia.
"Yes, just do it! Fuck my dirty manwhore ass! Make me your slut!" Tony begged for it now, eager for some of that action after all.
With that, Emily plunged her plastic dildo in and out of Tony's depths, ravaging his asshole for the sheer hell of it.
"I told you that I was a pirate girl, all about the booty! Now, I'm gonna plunder it like the swashbuckler that I am!" Emily really took to pegging Tony, taunting him, "See, just because I'm his slut and she's both of yours doesn't mean that we can't have a special connection. You can be my little manwhore bitch! Who owns this boi pussy, fuck boy? Who?"
"You do, my pirate queen!" Tony groaned as he kept hammering Anastassia very hard and I rammed her harder from beneath, both of us stunned at this tougher side of the otherwise sweet and submissive Southern cutie.
"We're going to get married, fuck boy, so I can move in with you while your girlfriend takes her vows to Frank as she should have all along. On our wedding night, you can fuck her first, if Frank is good with that, but then your ass is mine! Frank can have me before or after Ana's turn, I don't mind either way, but I get to peg you to consummate the marriage. Only then may you fuck me! You can dominate her all you two like, and he can always dominate me, but I will dominate you, too! Deal?" Emily stunned us, even making Simon cum in buckets inside Mary as they overheard that wild side to her come out to play.
"Deal ... the four of us can live together from now on," Tony offered in total surrender, as he spilled his load up Anastassia's culo.
"Seven of us. Mary, Wendy, and I want to invite you all to live with us, I believe. I have a much nicer spread and you'll never have to pay rent or mortgage again. I've never enjoyed the company of any four hosts or fellow guests before in my life. I love the duality of Emily, tomboy Domme hot wife to Tony while also Frank's hillbilly fuckmeat plaything, or whatever, Anastassia, kinky, shared submissive slut wife to both of you, damn, all four of you guys! You rock! It's just hawt! I love it!" Simon confessed, "and Simon says that you should all humor me by moving in with me."
"Hey, if Simon says it," Wendy winked at her hubby.
"It's gotta be done. Them's the rules," Mary laughed softly.
"Well, we shouldn't break those rules, should we? We don't want to be bad sports, do we?" I chuckled as I spent my hot jizz inside Anastassia's hot, wet, sloppy slit.
"Oh, papi, I knew that we would be back together again someday. By the way, I'm not on the pill tonight," Anastassia told me with a wink and kiss.
"Neither am I," Emily informed as she came back from washing her strap-on in the tub, "Come on, Frank, Tony, let's get those dicks clean and hard again for me. I want twins. They run in my family. When you're rough and ready again, I'll want to eat that sweet Tejana ass, too! Can't let you have all of the rimming fun, can we? I want my lecherous Master and my manwhore fiance to both cum inside me and knock me up together. Told ya we could have a future, babe. I meant and I still do. I'm all yours, she's both of yours, and he's mine. That's just how it's meant to be."
"Honey, I think that it's safe to say that you won't ever have to be a cashier again, but you'll have plenty of chances to serve me otherwise," I winked at Emily as I kissed Anastassia and then her on the mouth, after which they locked lips and swapped spit with Tony.
"You know that I don't actually hold you being a manwhore against you, right, Tony boy? It's just a pet name, like fuck boy and such, to show that you're my slut," Emily slapped him on the butt while I did the same to her and Anastassia alike, and he did so to her Anastassia.
"Hey, you can still swat my booty, babe," Emily insisted and Tony did so.
"What are we, chopped liver? We're gonna want to join in and make it an orgy someday, you know," Simon grinned at us.
"Try and stop us," Mary and Wendy said in unison.
"Why would we do that?" Anastassia got the last word, despite her submissive status.