Reynaldo Makes Three (3 page)

She took him all the way in her mouth and down her throat, keeping a fast rhythm. When he could take it no longer, his hips bucked, and he came in her mouth. She swallowed, licking his cock clean.

“Umm,” she said. “I liked that, but now you have to go, or you’ll be late.”

“I haven’t taken care of you, yet,” he said, still rubbing her cunt.

“I’m feeling no pain. Go cut some yards and call me later.” She rolled out of bed before he could grab her. He enjoyed watching her perfect white ass shake out of the room. He had plans for it the next time he saw her.

“I’ll give you my number,” she called from the room.

“You know that’s right, girl,” he said under his breath as he eased out of bed and began putting his clothes on. He had a feeling the rest of the day was going to be downhill from here.

“Yeah, I am. After all, we agreed on this. It’s cool. Is he open to me joining? And are you? I mean, I understand if you’re not and you need him when I’m not around. I know I travel too much, but maybe someday that’ll change. I hope.” John sounded excited, and the tone of his voice sent a thrill down her spine.

“I don’t know. He seemed to want me exclusively, but I told him we’re open. I love you too much to give you up.” She smiled, knowing she meant it. She and John had a history together.

“Well, why don’t you run it by him if he calls or wants to get together later? Let him know I’ll step back and let him take charge of the situation. I just want to be with you. I don’t mind sharing. In fact, I’m hard just thinking about the two of you. What’s his name, Lorn? So I can think about it. Where did you do it?” John’s voice was seductive.

Lorna felt her skin prickle in excitement as he talked about her other lover.

“Oh, his name’s Reynaldo. He’s dark—and sexy as hell. Pretty much your total opposite.”

“What? Way to make me feel good.” John snorted in laughter.

Lorna laughed, too. “No, I mean your opposite since you’re fair skinned, blond, you know. Anyway, we started off in the shower and ended up in bed.”

“Yeah? That sounds so hot, Lorn. Oh, God.”

She could hear rustling on the other end of the line.

“It does. What are you going to do about it?” She laughed softly. “Well, I’m rubbing my cock through my pants right now. I’m as
hard as a rock already.”

“That sounds good. I love your cock, especially when it’s ready for me, John. Could you take it out of your pants now and touch it?” She was wet just thinking about him.

“Yeah...I’m doing that now. It’s so hard it hurts, babe. I need to fuck you so bad.” His voice was coming in gasps.

“Umm, well, put your hands on it and slide them up and down,
baby, and think about me and Rey. He took me in our bed, you know. I put his big, thick rod in my mouth and I made him come. He was so hot, baby.” Lorna was rubbing her cunt now, her hand down her shorts.

“Are you touching yourself, too, baby?” She could hear his rhythmic movements on the other end of the line.

“I am. I’m thinking about how he took me in the shower and then
ate my pussy and I came.”

“Oh, shit, Lorna. I’m going to come now, too.” She heard him moan down the line, and it made her feel a power she had never felt before.

“So, I guess you can’t wait to see me, huh?” She giggled.

“That’s an understatement, love. I’m going to devour you when I
get home.” He paused. “So, will Reynaldo be joining us, too?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think he’d be comfortable with it, but I’ll ask him if he calls or comes by.”

“That’s good, babe. I don’t care about seeing him naked, but I’m still horny as hell, and watching you with another guy is just bonus, especially since I know you already love me.”

Lorna smiled. “You know that’s right. So, what time will you be here?”

“Seven sharp. Be ready, and I’ll be ready for whatever you cook
up—and I don’t mean for dinner. I’ll be eating on the way. I’ll just want dessert when I get there.” He laughed softly.

“Bye, John. I can’t wait.”

“Bye, Lorn. The hours will seem like an eternity until then.”

When she hung up, Lorna groaned. She had always had a fantasy of a ménage a trois, but what woman tells her man that? Even the open relationship had been theoretical until today. Now everything might get tested—if Reynaldo called, that is.

The hours passed in drudgery, but Lorna got some work done. The next time she looked at the clock, it was 6:00 p.m., and still no call from Reynaldo. She was disappointed, but she was so excited about
seeing John that she wasn’t too worried about it.

* * * *

Reynaldo Ortiz sat in his opulent living room on the leather couch. It was 6:00 p.m., and all he could think about was Lorna White. He wanted to call her, but he felt like what they had done this afternoon was sheer insanity. And she had a boyfriend—open relationship or not. And what if she hadn’t been entirely truthful about that? He sighed as he flipped through the channels. Every woman on TV tonight made him think of Lorna—of her alabaster skin against his, of those tiny rosy nipples and her blonde hair down there. And her ass—it was magnificent. He wasn’t usually an ass man, but he wanted to touch her there and do other things, too, and make her like
it.

He was getting a hard on just thinking about it, but he didn’t want just an erection with Lorna. He wanted to get to know her—to be part of her life. He knew she was classy and educated. The way she talked and her job told him that much. He might own a lawn care service, but he was no idiot. He had worked his way through business school and made a small empire in South Texas. He just didn’t flaunt it to everyone.

Reynaldo groaned when he saw a blonde woman with blue eyes on TV, full lips glossed in a bubblegum-pink hue like Lorna’s had been when he’d met her this morning. He was stroking his cock, fly unbuttoned at the thought of those lips and what they were capable of, but that was no substitute for her. He sighed, got up and went to the bathroom, putting some cologne on, and combed his hair. He was going over there. He knew she was waiting anyway.

John laughed indulgently.

“Anything for you, sweetie. Anything. Those are just a taste of what I want for you in the future. I know we said we wouldn’t talk about that right now, but I haven’t forgotten you said no the first time.”

Lorna groaned. “Not the marriage talk again. I can’t say yes until your life changes. I can’t be without you all the time like I am.”

“I know, I know. I’ll drop it for now. Let’s enjoy tonight.” He looked her over and whistled. “I had dinner, so what’s for dessert?”

“I’m pretty sure it’s you.” She leaned into him, kissing him gently
at first and then more insistently.

He ran his hands over her behind and squeezed it, moaning. His hands on her felt amazing after so long away from him. She had always loved his long, thin fingers.

“I can’t wait to get you out of this dress. It’s been too long.”

He covered her neck with kisses, and she felt her body respond to him automatically. He kissed better than any man she had ever met. He found the zipper on her dress and pulled it down soundlessly, letting the dress fall to the floor. He caught his breath at the sight of her outfit underneath, and she felt him harden further against her pelvis.

Lorna was kissing him more insistently now, and she pulled his coat off and started to work on his shirt buttons. Soon, she was kissing his chest as the dress shirt fell to the floor with a whisper. She kissed down to his navel and to the top of his pelvis, unfastening his belt as quickly as she could. He had his hands in her hair and was moaning, saying her name over and over. She was panting and couldn’t wait to get to his cock. He had a long, thin one, and she loved to pleasure him.

Just as his pants fell to the floor with a snick and his hands were buried in her hair, pulling her head to his prick, the doorbell rang.

“Who in the world?” She gasped, standing up quickly and straightening her clothes.

“I have an idea—Reynaldo possibly? Or the UPS man.” John winked at her as he ran his hand over her left breast, fingers under the bustier.

“Let me look through the peephole. If it’s him, I’ll let him in.”

“Do you want me to stay here or go to the bedroom and see if I’m wanted?” John smiled at her, his body long and lean like that of Michelangelo’s David in the candlelight, his erection high against his pelvis.

“Why don’t you go in there? If I talk him into it, we’ll be there soon enough to join you.” She kissed him lightly before he walked out, and she heard the bedroom door close softly.

She took a deep breath and walked to the door. When she opened it, Reynaldo was standing there, his skin glowing like that of a bronzed god under the porch light.

* * * *

When Lorna opened the door, he did a double take. If she had been hot this morning, she was on fire now. The black leather outfit clung to her in all the right places, and her makeup was mussed, as if she had been interrupted in the middle of something good.

“Good Lord, woman. Look at you. Am I interrupting something?” He smiled at her, hoping she would let him in.

“No. I’d like you to join us.” The us piqued his interest.

“Who’s here? Your boyfriend? I don’t think I should come in.” He smiled at her, loving the play of the light on her blonde hair. She looked so angelic, like every painting he had ever seen of such a being, but she was so bad, and that turned him on. He wasn’t sure he had ever known a woman like her, though he had always wanted to.

“Yeah, you should come in,” she purred, and he felt a dart of desire run through him. Just looking at her made his jeans too tight and painful.