Different Circles

“All right,” Laura said, standing up. “Let’s do it then.”

“Hell to the yeah,” Jake said with a smile. He held up a palm to Celia, who slapped him with a high five. “Let’s get to it.”

They got to it. They went to the bedroom and Laura pulled off her pajama top and tossed it on the floor. She laid down on the bed on her back, her head propped up on pillows. Jake and Celia undressed completely. They both spent a few minutes sucking on Laura’s breasts and, of course, this had the predictable effect on her. After Jake went around behind Celia and entered her from the rear, Laura pushed on Celia’s head, urging her further downward.

“You know,” she said, a little breathless now, “I wouldn’t mind if you ate my pussy out just a little bit.”

Celia giggled. “Just a little bit?”

“Just a little bit,” Laura said.

A little bit turned out to be a lot. She managed to lick and suck Laura to two orgasms before Jake fired off inside of her. By that point, Laura was fully in the game. She made Celia lay down on her back and she put her face between her legs to lick up all of Jake’s offering. And that led to Jake’s resurgence. He entered his wife from behind and gave her one more orgasm before firing his second load inside of her.

They collapsed to the bed, Laura in the middle, and stared up at the ceiling as the sweat and juices dried from their skin.

“You know,” Laura said after a few minutes, “we’re going to have to come to some kind of accommodation with this all three of us thing.”

“I thought we accommodated it pretty well just now,” Jake said.

“That’s right,” Celia said with a naughty smile. “You are a pushover for having your nipples sucked, Teach. As soon as we put our mouths on you, you were ours.”

“That is true,” Laura agreed. “But that’s not going to work once Cadence is born. There’s a six-week moratorium on my pussy after that. And if you start sucking my boobs after she comes out, you’re going to get a mouthful of her milk.”

Jake looked over at her, startled. He hadn’t thought about that. “I guess Cadence wouldn’t like it if we drank her milk,” he said.

Celia, however, seemed to be intrigued by that thought. “I wonder what it tastes like,” she pondered, a little shine in her eyes. “Is it perverted for me to think about something like that?”

Laura sighed. “Lactation and out of order pussy aside,” she said, “I’m likely not going to be in the mood as often as the two of you are. I’m going to be tired and sore and worn out at times. Are you just going to go without when that happens?”

“I guess we’ll have to,” Jake said with a shrug.

“Yeah,” Celia agreed. “That’s the way things go.”

“That’s not fair to you two,” Laura said. “You shouldn’t have to go without just because I had a baby and can’t be involved.”

Jake was shaking his head. “We’re not going without anything,” he said. “If Celia wasn’t involved here, I still wouldn’t be getting any for six weeks anyway.”

“And I wouldn’t be getting anything at all,” Celia put in. “We can keep our hands and genitals off each other when you’re not in the mood, Teach. Don’t worry about us.”

She looked from one to the other and then smiled a warm smile. “I really do love you two, you know that?”

“We know,” Jake said, leaning over and giving her a big kiss on the mouth.

“And we love you too,” Celia said, giving her a kiss of her own once Jake was done. She then leaned over Laura’s body a bit more and kissed Jake.

They laid back on the bed. Soon, Laura was drifting off to sleep. Celia curled up against her and began to nod off herself. Jake, though tired, was not quite ready to go to bed just yet. He rolled away from them and put his feet on the floor. He picked up his sweat shorts and Harley shirt from the floor and put them on, not bothering with the underwear. He then quietly left the room and went back downstairs to the family room and the bar. It was still more than twelve hours until he would sit down in the cockpit of his plane. That meant he was good to have a little scotch on the rocks out on Celia’s deck.

On his way to the bar, however, he caught sight of his cellular phone sitting where he had left it on one of the end tables. The little green light was blinking on and off, letting him know that he had a missed call. He sighed and changed direction, wondering what was happening now. Another Matt incident? Some snafu with the equipment or one of the musicians? Had Coop crashed Celia car? Had Little Stevie and Liz crashed Jake’s car? There were not many people who had his cell phone number. And those that did rarely called with good news—especially not after nine o’clock at night.

He picked up the phone and flipped it open, looking at the screen to see who had called him. It was Jill Yamashito, his accountant. Now why would she be calling on a Friday night? He dialed up the voicemail number and put the phone to his ear. This did not shed any light on the subject. Jill’s message was simply a request for him to give her a call as soon as possible.