Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 137

We parted, and then Charity’s lips were immediately on mine as she clung to both of us. Her tongue invaded my mouth as the kiss deepened. I felt Rose bend forward, but Charity took up most of my field of vision as we made out. The moment her lips left mine, Rose intercepted her, giving me a front-row seat to a heated, sapphic display of tongues and lips that threatened to make me immediately blow another load.

Peering over Rose and Charity I was able to see that Rose had leaned forward to grab Jessica’s skirt and had it bunched in one hand so that it rode up her thighs. Almost all of my ex’s thighs and crotch were exposed as Rose held onto it like a leash. Jess now stood between my legs.

As Charity and Rose continued to make out, their tongues passing back and forth between each other, Rose released Jessica’s dress and grasped the front of Jess’s open shirt, pulling her down. The two girls parted, providing Rose with an opening to grab a chunk of Jessica’s bottle-red hair and force her head toward me.

“Kiss him,” Rose murmured.

Considering how Rose had treated Jessica all night, Jess shot Rose a confused look as shew as ordered to do something she wanted more than anything. Rose grabbed her by the chin and forced her to look back at me, placing another hand on the back of Jessica’s head and pushing her so close that our lips almost met.

“Kiss him,” Rose urged Jessica. “I wanna see that you can actually kiss, because I haven’t seen any—”

Jessica leaned in and sealed her mouth against mine.

Nostalgia hit me like a truck—the subtle scent of her soap I’d smelled for months… her distinct taste… the familiar feel of her small mouth and soft lips on mine. I remembered the way she liked me to initiate a French kiss, never seeking my tongue out, but aggressively wrestling with me once I invaded her mouth. Jessica liked to try pinning my tongue against the roof of her mouth, and this time was no different.

I cared about some of these women a lot more than Jessica, but still, regardless of what I said or thought… my ex-girlfriend had a small piece of me that these other women would never have—a snapshot of my love, loyalty, and life before I had the wealth. I didn’t have much then, but what I did have, I wanted to share with her.

Now, as we kissed, I could feel that part of us. It was a fossil—dead, but preserved for eternity and ever-present. The way it would always be.

The way Jess was kissing me… it was like she was trying to breathe life back into that long-gone entity.

And even though I matched her enthusiasm and passion in the kiss, the physicality was all that remained. I desired her.

Jessica was a pretty woman in my service.

That was it.

And as her lips drifted from mine, slipping free from the tip of my tongue, her eyes opened, and I saw the longing I’d felt in the kiss turn into the same fleeting realization that I’d witnessed a few times already.

What we had wasn’t coming back. Whatever existed now was the new normal.

“Fuck,” Rose breathed. “I knew you could kiss.”

Rose fell back against me and reached up to place a hand on Jessica’s face. My ex-girlfriend started to shy away from it, but Rose was persistent. Her hand pressed against Jess’s cheek. Her thumb brushed over the maid’s startlingly cherry red lips. It lingered there despite Jess making no move to kiss it.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Charity kneeling next to us, her hand between her legs as she watched the scene unfold in front of her.

Rose pressed her thumb more firmly against Jessica’s lips, and after token resistance, my ex loosened them and let the dancer invade her. The vixen on my lap reached between her legs with her free hand and wrapped her slender fingers around my cock, lifting her hips off my lap so she could nestle the head of my member at the entrance of her pussy.

Working her thumb in and out of Jessica’s mouth as if it were a small cock, Rose mirrored the action with her hips. She lowered herself, slowly feeding my length into her hungry snatch.

“Nnngg,” Rose moaned, her eyes fluttering shut and head rolling back as she bit her lip.

The sight of Jessica taking Rose’s finger, slowly becoming more compliant with each passing moment, was a perfect companion to the feeling of being in Rose’s tight pussy and turned me on to no end. Not that I needed it. The visuals were nice, but the dancer had such a slender build that she was naturally tight. If she hadn’t been so wet, she might have even been a little uncomfortable.

I sank back into the couch cushions and enjoyed Rose’s low-key domination of my ex-girlfriend, taking a moment to appreciate the small woman next to us, openly masturbating while watching Rose and me fuck. I wrapped my hands around the dancer’s tiny waist and began to really get into it, thrusting my hips up to meet her steady rhythm.

Everyone else in the room seemed to be enjoying themselves. Helen and Erin were still making out and exploring each other’s bodies… it looked like my lawyer was currently feasting on Erin’s miraculous tits.

Meanwhile, Shea had found a new partner. Kelly, the American-Indian woman with whom I’d had a quickie the morning after my first party, was currently making out with my masseuse. The noise we’d been making must have awakened her from her drunken slumber alongside Dillon, and I wondered if she’d left my best friend still naked and passed out on that couch. I made a mental note to let him know that he had missed out on some serious action after passing out, which was why I had bowed out of the drinking game so early. Alcohol is nice and all… but it couldn’t hold a candle next to intense sex with a bevvy of bisexual nymphomaniacs.