Seven Sins: Part 2
Down The Rabbit Hole
“What do you think they meant by going deeper?” I asked Fallon.
“I’m not sure, they’ve already been pretty deep!” Fallon teased.
It had been a week since our encounter with Eli and Patrick at the bar. The night’s events were fresh on our minds and occupied a majority of our thoughts and conversations. We could hardly believe what had transpired.
I couldn’t keep my hands off of her either. Every time I laid eyes on her, I was transported back to that bar, seeing her on her knees or bent over or tossed around by those strangers. We fucked on every possible surface of the house, in the front and back seats of both our vehicles, at the office where I work. Even as we were now talking in the kitchen, we had just finished a round in the shower together.
“We should call,” she said with an ounce of trepidation. “It’s the only way we will ever know.”
We both stood at the kitchen counter, staring at the card.
“Okay, okay, I’m doing it,” she said, dialing the number on the card. She put the phone down on the counter, putting on the speakerphone.
It was an eternity listening to that ring. At least it felt that way.
“Ah Fallon, I was wondering when you’d call,” Eli’s voice rose from the phone.
“Oh haha yeah, we weren’t too sure if we would or not,” She replied.
Fallon and Eli relived the night through conversation, and eventually she asked the question. “So what is Seven Sins?”
We were surprised to learn that Eli and Patrick owned seven bars in seven different cities across the country. We just happened upon their Boston location that night. The name of their bar was The White Rabbit, with a location in Boston, New York, Philadelphia, Orlando, Austin, Las Vegas and San Francisco.
“Last weekend, you only saw the bar. But that’s just a cover for the true purpose of White Rabbit,” Eli said.
“Each location has a bar, yes. But more importantly, each location has an exclusive… club,” he explained. “You see, we specialize in organizing a unique type of party for our clients. We offer a safe and discreet group experience. More specifically… gangbangs.”
He was so casual in his explanation, it was almost eerie. Then again, when you make a career out of organizing gangbangs, I suppose it’s fair to say you could become desensitized. To his credit, Eli took his time in describing the experience to Fallon.
As Eli explained, they maintain a portfolio of men that subscribe to their service. Each man is vetted and interviewed by either Patrick or Eli in person, and must produce monthly test results, showing a clean bill of health.
“Then we do our best to find women such as yourself,” Eli said. “Beautiful women that embrace their sexuality, and enjoy the attention of multiple men. Then we present them the portfolio of our clients, and they select seven men to participate. The rest are invited in an observational capacity only.”
“And by participate…” Fallon started.
“To fuck you,” Eli confirmed.
Though our questions seemed endless, Eli gave no indication of impatience. In fact, he seemed only pleased to have the opportunity to inform Fallon.
Patrick was currently in Austin, overseeing an event scheduled for that evening. Boston, Eli explained, was their original location, and the location they preferred most when the opportunities presented themselves.
“We want you, Fallon,” Eli stated. “Our clients would love you.”
He explained that the frequency of the events was driven by the participation of the women. Typically once a month per city, sometimes more. Eli and Patrick run the organization but have help in each city, so their direct attendance is at their discretion.
“You call one of us and tell us when you’re ready. We can have an event organized within the week,” Eli continued. “Invitations are sent out the day before the event. And the seven selected to participate receive a special invitation courtesy of The White Rabbit.”
Fallon offered an inquisitive look, and Eli continued. “The men selected are issued a link to the woman’s introductory video. And let me tell you, your introductory video is one of… if not the best…. that we have.”
“My video?” Fallon asked. “What video?”
“Last week babygirl,” he replied. “We have video of the whole night. Completely private of course, and will be sent to you and destroyed if you decline any further participation.”
“Oh…” Fallon responded nervously. “So, umm, what’s next?”
“I’m glad you asked. Check your email, and get back to me when you’ve made your selections,” Eli replied.
“How do you have our email?” I inquired.
“We are very good at our job, mate,” Eli laughed. “Got to run now. Looking forward to hearing from you. Oh, and Mark, you’ll of course be invited to any event Fallon chooses to partake in. Cheers guys!” And with that the phone dropped silent.
Fallon and I discussed for all but a moment, confirming we were both comfortable exploring this further.
Then we opened the email.
The link provided brought us to a database with at least a hundred men. All were based in the Boston area. As we scrolled the pictures and brief descriptions, we noticed all were at least fairly attractive, and ranged in age from early twenties to late sixties.
We decided to take our time, giving Fallon ample opportunity to view the provided pictures and read the descriptions in full. Our plan was to view them all, then Fallon would make her selections.
I went to make us both a cup of coffee. Fallon continued to scroll.
“Fuck!” Fallon exclaimed. “Ummm I don’t think we can do this.”
“What, why?” I responded.
“Come here and see for yourself.”
Standing over Fallon’s shoulder, I looked onto the screen.
“Fuck.” I agreed with a sigh.
On the screen was the picture of my closest friend Sean. We hadn’t considered the possibility of someone we knew being involved. If we went through with this, there was a chance he’d be in the audience, and witness to everything.
“What do we do?” I asked.
“This,” Fallon replied. She then proceeded to click the selection next to Sean’s name, designating him one of the seven. “If you can’t beat em, join em… or something like that.” Fallon joked.
By the time we finished reviewing the database only one other person showed up that we recognized, Professor Sloan. He was a college professor who Fallon had for a few of her classes in college. One class we actually shared together.
I could swear for a moment she forgot to breathe. Professor Sloan was a good looking man, in his fifties, but as fit as most of the college jocks he taught. His hair, a salt and pepper mixture.
He was the second participant selected.
We spent the better part of the next day narrowing down candidates. Finally, Fallon had made the seventh selection.
She had chosen a variety of different gentlemen, age and race not being an determining factor for her. I was curious about one of the men she selected, Eric. He was rather nondescript, had red hair, and was thirty-two years of age. The curiosity was triggered only by the description that was included: “monster cock”.
Once she had selected the seventh participant, an automated message appeared on screen:
Congratulations Fallon, welcome to Seven Sins at The White Rabbit. Please be ready by 7:00PM, Friday, December 17th. A car will collect you then at your residence.
Only a week away.
What a long week it turned out to be. I could barely concentrate on anything as the days dragged on. Throughout the working hours, I was consistently in a daze, images of our past encounter and what was likely in store flashing through my mind.
When the day finally arrived, the tension in the air was tangible. We were both equal parts nervous and excited. Fallon couldn’t stop fidgeting, until finally it was time to get ready, and her anxiousness could be directed towards the particular task of getting dressed and made up.
Knowing full well what was in store for her, Fallon intentionally kept her make-up subtle and to a minimum. Her hair, she straightened, and let fall down her shoulders and back. Picking the outfit for the night was the most difficult task.
“If I were to guess, babe,” I said to Fallon. “I doubt you’d have whatever outfit you choose on for very long…”
“That’s probably true, but still. I need to look the part,” she replied.
Her lingerie was scattered across the bedroom, along with various skirts, tops and dresses, each more revealing than the next. She finally decided on a silver sequin form fitting dress that was both cut too low through her cleavage, and cut too high so as to only just cover her ass. She also chose to embrace the sluttiness of the dress and wear nothing underneath. A silver choker necklace and heels completed the ensemble.
“Are you sure you want to go through with this,” I asked as Fallon admired her reflection in the mirror.
“I’m sure, if you are,” She replied. “Are you sure you’re okay with me doing this?”
“I mean, it’s crazy, I know… But I’m actually looking forward to it. You were so fucking sexy last week, I can only image what tonight will be like,” I replied.
That’s when we heard the doorbell. The moment of truth.
I answered the door and was surprised to see Patrick standing behind it.
“Hey man, nice to see you again,” he said. His eyes scanning for Fallon. “Ah, and even nicer to see you darling.” Their eyes meeting for the first time since he had left her naked at the bar, freshly fucked and in a euphoric daze. He reached out his hand to greet her. When she extended her hand and placed it in his, he pulled her into his arms, kissing her deeply. “I’m actually jealous of tonight’s participants,” he said, pulling away. “Are you ready to go?”
I was surprised when Patrick finally pulled the car into the same bar we had originally met last week. Looking around, I saw no indication of the bar being called The White Rabbit. Patrick opened Fallon’s door, taking her hand and escorting her out of the car towards the bar.
“Man, I’ll never look at that pool table the same way,” he said as we walked through the bar. “Follow me.”
Patrick led us through the bar, to the back that appeared as though it was for staff only. Then through a door that lead to a staircase.
We descended the stairs, and were even more surprised to find that a bouncer was stationed at the landing at the bottom of the stairs. “She the one boss?” the man inquired. “Sure is,” Patrick confirmed. The bouncer opened the door, leading us into a whole other world.
What stood in front of us was the polar opposite of the dive bar Irish pub environment above. This was a sleek modern club. Couches and chairs lined the perimeter of the room. At the center was a variety of furniture and devices, obviously positioned for sexual exploration. The centerpiece of it all being a red leather mattress of sorts, at least the size of a king bed.
“There is a waiting room on the other side of the room,” Patrick explained. “You’ll wait there until I come and get you. Mark, you can pick any seat along the viewing area. The other guests will be arriving any minute.”
I watched as Patrick pulled Fallon along, his hand entangled in hers, leading her to the waiting room.
I chose a seat toward the back corner that gave me a clear view of the full display in the center of the room, but also the club entry at the front, and waiting room at the back.
Then the entry door opened, and a steady stream of men entered, most with drinks in hand. A few men had a woman with them, likely an open minded wife or girlfriend. It seemed as though many knew each other already, as they were mingling while finding their seats. By the time the entryway was clear, there were at least fifty people who had joined the room.
I felt a hand land on my shoulder, giving it a squeeze of pressure. “You must be the husband,” the gentleman said. “How are you holding up?”
“Ah… yeah,” I stammered. “Fine, thanks. A bit nervous to be honest.”
“Yeah, I can imagine! Don’t sweat it though, the guys in this little club are great, and will take good care of your woman,”
“Aha, thanks,” was all I could muster.
The lights began to dim around the room’s center. “Gentlemen & Ladies, please take your seats. The show’s about to begin,” Patrick’s voice called out over the sound system. “Introducing first, tonight’s selected few. Lights appeared to illuminate another waiting room I hadn’t seen when we walked in. Now I was sitting right next to it.
The door opened, and out came seven familiar faces. The faces of the men Fallon had chosen. Most didn’t acknowledge my presence, but when I saw Professor Sloan walking out and his gaze met mine, he gave me a wink and a nod. Then I felt the hands gripping my shoulders and an unmistakable laugh. Sean had entered the room. “Dude, I had no idea you guys are into this stuff! I’d have hit on Fallon ages ago!” He said, leaning towards me. “I can’t believe it, and man the video was so hot. I’m going to thoroughly enjoy this,” he said as he released his grip and walked towards the center of the room.
“A reminder to the audience, don’t forget to purchase raffle entries tonight. We all know the prize is worth the tickets! Details will be announced at the end of the show,” Patrick’s voice explained over the sound system. “Without further adieu, the guest of honor, Fallon!”
The room was suddenly filled with cheers and applause. A light illuminated the waiting room Patrick had escorted Fallon into. The door opened slowly, and out walked my wife to roaring praise. The vulgarities, all complimentary in intention, cut through the sound. “What a gorgeous slut!” “She’s getting fucked good tonight!” “Fill her holes!”.
Fallon walked gracefully to the center of the room, eyeing each of the seven men, as she did, blushing when she made eye contact with Sean and Professor Sloan.
Then, at the foot of the red leather mattress, she stopped. Looking at Patrick. “Begin,” he said over the sound system.
It was a maze of hands instantly. The men surrounded her, reaching for any part of her they could get to. She struggled to keep her balance as she was pushed and pulled between the seven sets of hands. Professor Sloan was the first to break up the tangle, stepping up to Fallon, only but inches from her. As he looked into her eyes, he placed his hands on her shoulders, at the straps of her dress, moving them to the side. The dress fell like silk from her body. She was now naked, with the exception of her choker necklace and heels, standing in a room of over fifty bewitched men, myself included.
The tangle of hands returned, now finding their way along her naked form. Grabbing, prodding, feeling. One of the men grabbed her arm, turning her in his direction. He put his hands on her shoulders, applying downward pressure.
She quickly understood the direction, and knelt before him. The seven took this as the sign to strip from their clothes and discard them to the perimeter. Their cock’s all throbbing, awaiting her attention.
The men were all polite, but obviously vying for position. As the one to get her on her knees, it seemed only fitting he was the one she chose to wrap her lips around first. I watched Sean position himself beside the action, wanting to have Fallon’s mouth next.
When she turned to align with the next cock, she looked up and met Sean’s eyes. Laughing, she said, “Hey there, fancy meeting you here!”
“Thank you for the invitation,” He replied.
And with that, I watched my wife take my best friend’s cock into her mouth. She was more sensual with him than the previous man. Running her tongue along his length, she lifted it up to lick along the underside of his shaft and balls, then swirled her tongue around his tip.
Taking him back into her mouth, she placed her hands on his thighs, moving him forward and backward, setting a mutually enjoyable pace. He continued thrusting forward and backward into her mouth while she reached out, wrapping her hands around two other eager cocks, jerking them in unison to Sean’s thrusts.
This continued for quite some time, each man getting ample opportunity to enjoy Fallon’s mouth. Each having a slightly different experience. Some were gentle and preferred Fallon’s mouth do all the work, others preferred their cocks reach the deepest parts of Fallon’s throat. By the time Fallon’s attention had turned to the last man to experience her mouth, Professor Sloan, she’d already had her more aggressively throat fucked by three of the seven men.
When Fallon leaned in to take him into her mouth, he stopped her, and helped her up from her knees. Taking her by the hand, he led her to a wooden bench and instructed her to lay down with her back on the bench, with her head hanging back off the side.
She did as she was told.
Hands rubbed against her now dripping pussy, grabbed at her heaving breasts, and squeezed at her legs and hips.
Professor Sloan took his place in front of her inverted mouth, leaving his cock just out of reach of her lips. “I want to hear you beg for it, Fallon,” he said.
“Please Professor, please fuck my mouth!” she begged. She opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out to accept his cock.
Sloan pushed forward into her mouth, tantalizingly slow. He reached the back of her mouth, still pushing forward, now entering her throat. She started to choke as he continued to push, reaching as deep as his cock would allow. He rocked forward, pushing hard into the deepest limits of her throat.
Tears were forming in her eyes, and saliva was beginning to escape her mouth as she choked, both now running down her face.
“This is better than I imagined while I was watching you in class,” said Sloan.
He finally relinquished, letting Fallon catch her breath.
“I’ve pictured you countless times, laying you across my desk just like this, and fucking that pretty mouth of yours,” he continued.
“I’m glad I live up to what you’ve imagined, Professor,” Fallon said with a wink as she opened her mouth for another go.
Sloan accepted the invitation and fucked her mouth once again, fast and rough.
The red headed gentleman, Eric, I recognized not by his hair, but by his cock, was the first to spread Fallon’s legs and position himself between them. All of the men were well endowed, but Eric lived up to his monster cock description.
He rubbed the head of his cock against her slit, drawing a moan from her thoroughly filled mouth. He pushed forward, parting her lips, stretching her wide with only the tip of his cock. As he continued pushing deeper into my wife, I wasn’t sure she’d be able to take all of him. He was at least eleven inches long, and wide enough to stretch her pussy further than it’s ever been stretched before.
Feeling resistance, Eric began to ease up his forward momentum.
“Don’t..ugh..fucking..aagghh..stop!” Fallon choked out between thrusts into her throat.
Eric obliged, once again applying forward pressure. Sloan pulled out of Fallon’s mouth, moving around her to get his spot in line to to fuck her.
As soon as Sloan had given her enough room, she shot herself up, placing her arms behind her as a brace. She then wrapped her legs around Eric and pulled him into her, forcing his cock deeper into her pussy than any man has ever been. She screamed out in both pain and pleasure as it happened.
Now that he had fully impaled her with his cock, Eric wrapped both of his hands around her throat for leverage. Confining her airways while he pulled her in close, thrusting his hips forward simultaneously.
When it was time to take the next cock, Fallon bent down to suck Eric clean. Due to his size, she was relegated to licking his length again, as she’d done earlier. This time, she enjoyed tasting herself along every inch of his shaft.
She then bent over the bench, welcoming the next two men. One for a return visit to her mouth, the other to be introduced to her intoxicating pussy.
Sean appeared behind Fallon, more than ready to fuck his best friends wife. Another of the seven inserted his cock into her awaiting mouth.
Seeing your wife thrusted between two men is a unique experience, and likely not for everyone. But fuck, it was definitely for me. She couldn’t have looked sexier in that moment, bouncing forwards and backward between two cocks, and still exposed to a never ending assault of hands all over her body.
A rotation of the seven men proceeded swiftly, each man able to bury his cock in Fallon’s sex. Some returning for a second chance to take her doggystyle.
I was so caught up in the pornstar worthy performance I was witnessing, that I nearly forgot about the audience beside me, also watching my wife getting fucked in every conceivable way by a gang of men.
One of the seven had taken up position on the red leather mattress. He called Fallon over, asking her to sit down on his cock and ride him as he laid back into the mattress. She did as instructed, straddling his legs and lowering herself onto his impressive cock, and proceeding to ride him at a healthy pace.
Sean appeared behind Fallon again, handing a bottle of fluid back to the closest gentleman within reach. His cock was glistening with the freshly applied lubricant. I knew instantly that I was about to witness my closest friend now bury his cock in my wife’s ass.
The man that Fallon was riding also knew what was about to happen, and wrapped his hands around her waist, pulling her in close, and briefly stopping her motion.
The man kissed Fallon, exploring her mouth with his tongue. She returned the sentiment. It was a brief tender moment amid the animalistic fucking that was taking place.
Sean had no reservations about interrupting the tender embrace. He placed his left hand on her ass as his right hand was wrapped around his cock. Aligning the tip of his cock with my wife’s ass, he pushed forward.
Fallon had not been expecting the intrusion, but she welcomed it when it came. She broke from her embrace with the man between her legs, leaning her ass back into Sean’s cock.
Two men, engulfed to their balls in my wife’s holes. It was a sight to behold.
The initial dance of double penetration was awkward, the two men needing to find their rhythm. It was a rhythm they found rather quickly. Each thrusting with deep and powerful strokes into both her ass and her pussy. She was filled beyond reason, and absolutely loved it.
In fact, she craved more. She sat up, bouncing between the thrusts of the man below her and the man behind her. Leaning her head to the side, she wrapped her mouth around the cock nearest her, and reached out both hands, awaiting a cock in each.
Time froze as I looked on with awe at the sight before me. My wife filled airtight with a cock in each hole, and one in each hand. She was a goddess of sex.
What followed was a seemingly endless rotation of men vying for their preferred hole, tossing Fallon around the mattress like a toy.
Eric was the first to announce his approaching climax. Much to everyone’s surprise, Fallon took his entire length in her ass. The tightness of her rear brought him to the brink in only a few thrusts.
When Eric announced his imminent eruption, Fallon rolled herself onto her back, laying flat. Looking up at seven sets of lust filled eyes.
“Cum for me boys,” she said. “Please, I want you to cover me.”
Eric, freshly removed from her ass, moved to stand over her chest, his cock pointed towards her pleading face. With only a few quick strokes, he released a torrential climax, covering Fallon’s face and chest with his pearlescent fluid. She couldn’t help but to laugh as she was hit with seemingly endless spurts.
Streams of cum now coated her, with many more to follow.
Professor Sloan was the next man to welcome a release. He however, preferred to find that release, deep inside of her. Sloan positioned himself back between her legs, penetrating her well fucked sex once again. “I’ve imagined filling this incredible pussy of yours more times than I can count,” he said with his cock pulsating inside of her. “I’m about to cum baby!” he exclaimed with a final hard thrust.
Three more men then found themselves circling her body, jockeying for their preferred position to erupt.
Streams of cum covered her body from her pussy to her face. Her eyes forced shut by the sheer volume of fluid hitting and coating her face.
“Open your mouth honey,” another man said.
Fallon did as requested, opening her mouth wide, and sticking out her tongue.
“Here it comes,” he warned.
He placed the tip of his cock on her tongue and released the most intense climax of the night. Steam after stream erupted from his cock, filling her mouth with the first blast. She swallowed quickly, opening her mouth again as a continued flow of cum filled it a second time.
Sean was the last man awaiting his finale. “Would you mind getting on your hands and knees for me?” he asked. “I want to make sure that perfect ass of yours gets the attention it deserves.”
Knowing full well she was about to experience my best friend cumming in her ass, Fallon assumed the requested position.
Sean didn’t disappoint her. After a few minutes of fucking her ass hard once again, he was ready to give her last remaining hole the night’s final load of cum.
In a grand fashion, which is of no surprise from Sean, he grabbed a handful of Fallon’s hair, pulling her head back aggressively. The position was evidently intentional, as my wife now faced me directly. “Now smile for your man,” he said to her.
Her smile widened, and I knew instantly that my best friend had just filled her ass with his cum. As he withdrew from her ass, he added the final exclamation point with a firm spank of her ass.
Fallon then collapsed into the bed, completely spent from the marathon fucking she just experienced.
A thunderous round of applause filled the room, reminding me that I was certainly not the only man to witness the euphoric show.
Fallon, having had a moment to recover, rolled over and sat herself up. She looked around the room, smiling and waving as she did. Soaking up the attention, still in an erotic daze.
“Let’s hear it again for this beautiful woman!” Patrick said, microphone in hand.
Patrick extended his hand to her as he approached, offering his assistance helping her to her feet.
“That was incredible darling, you are a natural,” he said to her privately as she stood.
“Now, to conclude our evening,” Patrick said, back into the microphone now. He turned to face Fallon, speaking to her directly, but also to the crowd through the microphone. “It is customary at these events that the audience, and any participants and staff, take part in a little raffle. The winner of the raffle receives an all expense paid vacation for two. While the vacation is nice, the real prize is in the possibility of who they get to bring on this vacation,” Patrick explained with a wink. “It is entirely up to you if you choose to participate, the winner receives the vacation regardless. But truth be told, these animals just want you. Am I right, boys?” Another eruption of applause followed suit.
“Yes,” Fallon said. “Count me in.”
More thunderous applause.
“What a woman we have here!” Patrick exclaimed. “How about we find out who the lucky winner is…”
Patrick handed Fallon a metal box, opening the cover for her. “Please pick a number,” he explained.
The silence was deafening as everyone awaited the announcement. Fallon handed Patrick the chosen number.
“And the winner is: Jake, Jake Burns. Come on up Jake,” Patrick announced.
Fallon looked like she had seen a ghost when Jake approached.
“Hey Fallon, good to see you again,” Jake said as he offered his hand to her.
“Ahh yea, yes um you too,” Fallon replied sheepishly. Recognizing him instantly, and also recognizing her current state of appearance.
Understanding the clear recognition, Patrick said “it appears they know one another, what a small world,” he laughed. “Care to tell us all how you two know each other?”
“Friends,” Jake offered. “Classmates,” he added.
“Is that all?” Patrick inquired.
“With benefits…” Fallon added with a nervous laugh.
“Well then, I hope you both look forward to the reunion!” Patrick laughed.
Patrick proceeded to announce the end of the night’s event, after which those in attendance started to file out.
I stood, still in a daze from the events of the evening, walking towards Fallon, Patrick and Jake. Sean caught me on my way.
“Hey man, are we good? Are you good?” he asked.
“Ah yeah, ummm I think so,” I said truthfully. I shook my head, reinvigorating my consciousness. “Yea, no sorry, we’re good, of course we’re good. That was a lot to take in,” I added.
“Thank god, I was so nervous when I realized I was picked and who it was!” he replied. “Dude, you are so lucky, she is incredible.”
“Well no need to worry now, all is good, for sure.” I reassured him.
“You know, if you both are open to it, I’d love to get together with her again more privately…” Sean offered.
“Ok, I mean, that’s fine with me. You have her number, give her a call sometime.”
“Awesome, thank you. And let’s grab a beer or something soon, sounds like you’ll have some free time while she’s on this vacation…”
“Sure, I’ll let you know once we have the details.” I said.
We shook hands, said our farewells, and Sean headed out as well.
As I approached Fallon, Jake and Patrick, I now saw Fallon and Jake facing Patrick, listening intently. I was surprised to see Fallon and Jake’s hands entangled.
“I’ll send you both the details in the next few days, flight leaves a week from today, 9AM.” Patrick said to them.
“Ok thanks,” Jake responded.
“Yes, thank you,” Fallon added.
Fallon, noticing my approach, smiled, still holding Jake’s hand.
“Hey baby! I’d kiss you right now but….” she shrugged, looking over her cum covered and naked body.
“Like anything could stop me love,” I responded, picking her up as I said it. My lips seeking hers with reckless abandon. Her face and body were still coated, but at that moment, I couldn’t care any less. Fallon wrapped her legs around my waist, clinging to me like our lives depended on it. The most passionate and erotic moment of the night was the kiss we shared in that moment. All the while she had her legs around me, one arm around my neck, the other still reaching down, holding Jake’s hand.
Breaking from our kiss, Fallon laughed, looking down at her hand in Jake’s. “I assume you remember Jake?” She giggled.
“I do, how’s it going man?”
“Well I definitely can’t complain,” he said with a laugh.
“Ha, yea neither can I,” I replied.
Jake was one of Fallon’s friends from college from before we met in our sophomore year. He was on the football team, and remained fairly popular throughout our college years. Though they would probably best be described as fuck buddies, it was obvious both then and now that it was more than that. There was electric chemistry between them. Tangible to anyone in their presence. I had heard some stories from Fallon about her college party girl days, and understood that she was popular among the football team for good reason.
Once Fallon and I began to date during our sophomore year, her night’s with Jake decreased in frequency, and the parties with the team were few and far between. Once we became exclusive, both stopped entirely.
This was the first either of us had seen or heard from Jake at all since graduation.
“So baby, we leave for Saint Lucia on Friday. Jake thought it might be good to catch up before we travel together, so he asked if I wanted to stay at his place starting on Wednesday. What do you think?”
“I think… that is completely up to you, love. No objection from me,” I said.
“I promise man, she’s safe with me,” Jake added.
“Oh I know, plus I know she can take care of herself,” I replied lightheartedly.
Fallon unwrapped herself from me, landing comfortably on her feet. “Well boys, I need to shower. I’ll be out in a few.” She said, releasing Jake’s hand, and walking towards the back room.
“Man, you are so lucky,” Jake said to me.
“I absolutely am.” I agreed.
“And this is all okay with you? Tonight, the trip, everything?”
“Honestly, yes. It took a moment to process tonight for sure. But really, I’m a sucker for her enjoyment. If she’s having fun, if she’s enjoying whatever crazy adventure this is, then so am I,”
“That is awesome man, I respect that.”
“From what I hear, you didn’t mind sharing her back in college…”
“True, except we were never official or anything so she wasn’t exactly mine to share. I still keep in touch with most of the team, she’s come up in conversation a few times since graduation. She told you about that?”
“Yea for the most part, we’re very open”
“That’s good, hopefully it was all good memories,”
“Oh yea, for sure. So you excited for this trip?” I asked.
“How could I not be?”
Jake and I continued to talk, reliving college stories and sharing thoughts of the trip to come.
Fallon emerged, now showered, back in her dress and heels, and looking like a dream. “Time to take me home baby, I need you in our bed, like thirty minutes ago,” she said happily.
Jake shook my hand, and headed for the door. “See you soon Fallon, looking forward to catching up.” he said as he departed.
One final kiss, a shared look around the room, and a laugh and then we too departed. What a crazy world we were now living in.
