The Barrys
In September, I started classes at Drexel University, studying nursing and doing my best to continue my relationship with Darryl. He had been dating several women prior to us hooking up and wanted to keep it that way. Being a man in this world we were living in, he had the upper hand, so I kept things as they were and just enjoyed the good times and great sex. I just wished I was getting more of it. Living with Allie made me hunger for it.
Christmas came and Darryl was not available for me to be with, so Allie hooked me up with another of James’ friends, Lucas, so I wouldn’t be alone on the holiday. Lucas was tall and thin, and it didn’t take long for me to forget about why I was missing Darryl. Yes, he was Black. And yes, he was a sexual savant. His oral skills blew Darryl away and his girthy cock reminded my pussy that he had been there days after we’d had sex. Unlike Darryl, he was not so much of a gentleman. The sex was rough, which I didn’t always mind, but he didn’t show me much respect, which I took exception to, and we fought a lot.
James did not have any other friends in the pipeline for me, but I still blew off Lucas. After two months of him, I’d had enough of his bullshit. But I still wanted that lovely dick of his. Because of my occasional trysts with Darryl, I didn’t need to put up with Lucas. But I started to feel like I needed more.
My thoughts, when I could not control them, would occasionally turn to little Alex Murph, Jr., the child that was and would always be half mine. Allie and I would sit together and talk about the children we’d had, and it would always start with smiles, but leave us crying and filled with melancholy. Then, on Valentine’s Day, while Allie and James were out celebrating, I came to the conclusion that the best way to get little Alex off my mind was to go back to Bridge House and have another child. This time I made a special request. I would ask to give birth to an interracial child. I hadn’t had my fill of that black dick and wanted at least another taste.
I called Bridge House and spoke to Mr. Schaeffer, the man in charge, and let him know of my special request. Surprisingly, he currently had two interracial couples looking for a surrogate to help them obtain a mixed-race child but had found no girls fitting their desired profile, willing to conceive and carry for them. He sent me the profiles of the two couples, and I looked them over on my tablet. The one couple was an accountant and his Auburn-haired wife, his bookkeeper. They looked like a good selection, and I’d be willing to work with them. He was attractive enough.
Then I checked out the second couple, and they just rang my bells. He was a retired athlete, a baseball player, and a stone fox. In his late forties, he had a handsome face and a resume that would attract any gal. His blonde wife was your typical trophy wife, drop dead gorgeous and built like a brick shit house. The picture of them together was the stuff that made a girl drool. And she had green eyes, like mine. I agreed to a meeting with them to see if they would find me acceptable, and we made a date to meet at Bridge House, where I would spend the weekend with them to judge our compatibility.
On Friday, I met with Mr. Schaeffer, and he assigned me to one of the empty girls’ rooms. It felt nice to be back at Bridge House, but it also came with a sense of dread, thinking about the Murphs and hoping this new couple would distract me from that. He remarked about the earrings I wore that I had borrowed from Allie. They were a black spade with a silver Q in the middle. Something to let the Barrys know I was amenable to a mixed-race relationship.
A luncheon meeting was arranged down the road from Bridge at one of the fancy restaurants in town, which Mr. Schaeffer escorted me to. When we arrived at the restaurant, the aptly named ‘The Offering,’ the couple stood and gave me the once-over. In turn, I checked them out as well, paying special attention to you know what. He was a stone fox at about 6’ 2”. Well-built, with a chiseled face and a strong but gentle handshake. She looked like a supermodel, much better in person than in her picture. And a hell of a lot prettier than me. Tall at 5’9”, she mirrored my green eyes when she looked at me with a half-smile, like she was sizing up the competition.
After eighteen years as a professional ballplayer, he no longer needed to work. But he traveled together and separately from his wife, mostly doing side TV gigs in the world of sports. Baseball primarily. They’d been married eight years and decided that as a poster couple, they needed a poster child. They didn’t say that, but it was pretty obvious that was what they were shooting for. It almost turned me off from working with them, but, on the other hand, he really turned me on. The moment I saw him, I knew I wanted a piece of that. And there was another hundred and fifty grand in it for me. They also talked about the potential for a long-term baby care gig. But the real draw was the potential to get me some of that big black cock.
Like all wives in her position, she had a million questions for me and I addressed each one professionally and with a maturity that took her aback. She was impressed with my athleticism and even more so that I was taking college courses toward a degree in nursing. She really liked it when I asked her if I could continue my courses if I took the job of nursing and caring for the baby.
Then she got into the whole mixed-race relationship issue. I told her I had been in relationships with black men and that, frankly; I preferred it. When she asked me why, I simply held my hands about a foot apart, and she laughed.
She complimented me on my earrings and bent down to reveal on her breast a Queen of Spades tattoo. That was when we first bonded. But it was only the first small step in the relationship between Mary Barry and me. Before we left that table, we decided we were definitely going to do this, and I would have their child, with the promise of extending the relationship after its birth.
At the beginning of my next cycle, the Barrys came to town and rented an opulent room in the best hotel in town. It was not typical for a couple to take a girl off the grounds of Bridge House to breed, but it was not unheard of. What was very atypical was the fact that Mary wanted to stay and watch while her husband, George, and I did our horizontal dance. She stayed and watched, and George and I made love three times. And I don’t just mean fucking. We made love. I found it overwhelming. Mary squealed as her husband took me and sent me over the moon. He was special. He knew it; she knew it, and now I knew it. After that first night, Mary left us alone to do our business as she went about shopping and doing the things rich women do when visiting fancy resort towns.
At the end of the week, I practically went into mourning at the loss of my time with that great dick. And a very special man to go with it. All month, I prayed I would not conceive, and he would have to come back and we’d get the opportunity to try all over again. Fate shone on me, and at the end of a month’s time I got my period, and we’d just have to try again. My whole body smiled at the thought of it.
George booked the next session with me, per my ovulation cycle, and this time he was coming alone. Mary was going to Europe with some girlfriends for a month, and he was left alone to fend for himself. And fend he did. Instead of the usual seven-day stay, he booked the same hotel they’d stayed at before and made the reservation for nine days. He wanted to get a good start and make sure he caught the tail end of my fertile cycle. He got no arguments from Bridge House, and he certainly got none from me.
Allie had obtained some temporary tattoos, and we applied one to my breast. It was just like Mary Barry had, a Queen of Spades. Black with the flesh tone Q in the middle. Hers was permanent, which I was not quite ready for, but I wanted to send a message to George that I was not just in this for the breeding. I wanted more, and he did not let me down.
That first night, he took me to dinner, and I wore a short black body-con dress that showed lots of my now almost C cup cleavage and revealed a portion of my new temporary tattoo. Throughout dinner, his eyes would occasionally fall to my breasts. I spoke softly and tried to act as sexy as possible throughout the meal, stroking the top of his hand every chance I got. I was in full seductress mode, and he was feeling it. He asked if I really wanted dessert, and I told him I had my own ideas about an after-dinner sweet treat. He took the hint, and off we went.
All the way to the hotel, we made out in the back of the cab. My hungry kitty was soaked by the time we got to the room, and we tore each other’s clothes off, our lips parting only long enough to get the dress up and over my head. Before I knew it, he had my nipple in his mouth, and I was swooning. I pulled him onto the bed and said, “Take me, George. Take me now.”
He just loved himself some pussy and feasted on mine, causing me to scream in ecstasy. He climbed up my body after my orgasm, and we kissed and kissed and kissed. Then I went down on him and brought him to a very firm erection. Once he was ready, I lay on the bed and held my arms out to him. “Let’s make a baby, George. Breed me.”
And he did. He pounced on me and gave me a drubbing like I’d never had before. It was as if he hadn’t had sex for months. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, and he kept that big cock of his motoring in and out of me. It must have been for ten minutes, and then he stiffened up and pushed a few more times, then fell to my side, catching his breath. I was in a full sweat and soaked from head to toe, my hair everywhere. And I was glowing. I’d never felt quite like that after sex. And then he caught me by surprise.
“Let’s do that again,” he said.
“Right now?”
“Oh no. I think I’m going to need a bit of time to refresh. But, yes, I think I’d like to do it again tonight.”
“Well, George, you’ll get no argument from me. Do you think we should shower first?”
“No. I want you just the way you are right now. I want to smell you and taste you just as you are. We can shower later.”
He went up to the minibar and took out a little bottle of Scotch and poured it into a glass. As he stood there, naked, sipping his Scotch, I just sat back and admired his physique and his overall good looks. I thought about how hard it must be for his wife to allow another woman to have her way with this man, and that what we were doing tonight was so much more than just an act of breeding. Then I thought about doing it again tonight and many more times over the next nine days. The very thought of it brought a big grin to my face, and he asked me why I was smiling. I lied.
“I was thinking of what a beautiful baby we will make. I think Mary will be very pleased.”
“Let’s not think about Mary right now. We have nine days to just think about us. I’ve thought of nothing else for the past month. When I heard you got your period, I was overjoyed that I would have the chance to experience you again. It almost makes me wish we’d fail again, and we can get another chance to experience each other. I only worry that if we fail this time that Mary will want to change to another surrogate, and I really don’t want that. I…”
“Shush. Say no more, George. Just come lay with me and let’s refresh together so we can enjoy each other again before bedtime.”
He shot down the rest of his drink and crawled into bed next to me. He kissed me hard on the lips and the Scotch tasted so good, mixed with the taste of my juices. If fortune is with us, it would be my last taste of liquor for some time.
We lay in bed, with my breasts pressing against his firm, muscular chest. He looked down at my temporary tattoo and asked if I had done that for him. “Absolutely. I just wanted you to know that I am committed, and I am considering swearing off white men altogether. If I do decide to make the tattoo permanent, it will affirm that commitment.”
At that, he said nothing but kissed me softly on the lips. Then he slowly and delicately made love to me. Not the hardcore fucking we’d just had, but a gentle and tender lovemaking that took over an hour to bring to fruition. All throughout, I hummed and purred and was overwhelmed by a general sense of well-being. I’d experienced nothing like it in my life. No man, black or white, had ever left me with such a sense of fulfillment. It was very emotional for me and lying there with his arm wrapped around me, I wondered if I was catching feelings for this man. A deep concern came over me. I thought maybe I was in too deep this time. But I was tired and exhausted, and I just fell asleep.
When I awoke, he was up already and coming out of the en suite bathroom after doing his business and brushing his teeth. He immediately attacked my pussy, and in a moment, I was primed and ready. We had some seriously aggressive sex, and I must have come three times before he shot his load. I was goooo-oood. And when he suggested we take a run, I was all in. So, I did a basic clean up, got into my shorts and tee shirt and put on my runners, and off we went.
After a solid five miles, we were back at the hotel and sweating like pigs. We jumped into the shower and washed each other off, and got every crack and crevice of each other clean. I was tempted to get down on my knees and give him a little something extra after our morning activity but thought the better of it as we looked forward to a long day ahead.
I dried my long blonde hair and put it up in a ponytail, then put on a full face of makeup so that I looked my best for George. There was no competing with Mary in the looks department, but I would do my best.
We went downstairs and had a full breakfast. We took our time as we discussed what we would do today. I told him that if he wanted time alone, I could go back to Bridge House, where there was a room waiting for me, but he would have none of it. He wanted to spend the day with me. All of it. I took his hand in both of mine and said, “Me too, every minute.”
The hotel had a pool, but I hadn’t packed a bathing suit. Mainly because I didn’t have one. I’m a swimmer but hadn’t had the opportunity to indulge myself recently. So, we walked into town, and he bought me two bathing suits, a one-piece and a bikini. Both were very flattering. When we got back to the hotel, I put on the one-piece, and he put on his Speedo. And there it was, that package that I was growing very, very fond of.
We went down to the pool, and we splashed, and we played, did laps, and lounged back on the chaise lounges around the pool. Before we went up to our room to change, we took one more dip and, as he dried me off, he wrapped his arms around me. I felt like I was dating again, and that this was not a job but a romance I was immersed in. It sent a sense of dread shooting through me. But every time that sense of dread overtook me, he would chase it away with a hug or a kiss. To me, there was no other woman in his life, only me. Knowing that at some point this was going to come to a crashing end made me want to cry. All the time.
We had a light lunch at the poolside bar, and he kept me spellbound with his stories of his time in the National League and his world travels with and without Mary. It appeared he tried his best not to talk about her, as if she didn’t exist. I didn’t resist and mostly just listened to him as he spoke. I also held onto him as much as possible, as if he would run away if I let him go.
After lunch, we went back upstairs to change and took a quick shower to rinse off the chlorine from the pool. After drying off, he looked deeply into my eyes with those big brown bedroom eyes of his and said, “Make love to me, Hannah. Make love to me now.”
I dropped to my knees and took that big stanchion of his in my mouth and did my best to prepare it for a good workout. Once it was firmly pointed at me, I fell down on the bed and raised my arms to him. “Take me, George. Take me to that place that only you can.”
He kissed my pussy and made it purr. He worked it with his fingers and tongue until it was ready to burst. Then he crawled on top of me and ever so slowly moved in and out of me. I was overcome by a sense of frustration as an orgasm teetered on the edge, and I could feel it with all of my senses, with every part of my body.
Just as I was getting ready to jump out of my skin, he started to move in and out of me faster and harder. He was suddenly a man on a mission and did not stop until he took me where he wanted me. I could not begin to count the orgasms as they came one right after the other. And not just little ones. They were earth-shattering. I called out and screamed and took the Lord’s name in vain. Several times. Then, when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he stiffened up, and I knew it was over. He collapsed on top of me, and we rolled onto our sides.
I smiled at him, breathless and speechless. He looked into my eyes, and I knew we had a moment. I just knew it. All I wanted to do was tell him I loved him, but I suppressed it. I buried my face in his powerful chest, just like I buried my feelings deep inside. At that moment in time, I didn’t believe that any woman on earth could give him what I’d just given him. I knew, for sure, that no man could give me what he had just given me. I was scared. In that instant, I wanted him to be my man, but knew he never would.
I clung to him as we napped for the rest of the afternoon. When it came time to get ready for dinner, we showered, and I put myself together, intending to seduce him through dinner and take him for dessert.
Throughout the meal, he was his usual charming self, keeping the banter going and giving me the attention I so craved. The entire time, ‘I love you’ was on the tip of my tongue, and I practically had to pinch myself to keep from saying it. But I did pry.
“George, have there been a lot of women in your life? You are so great to be with and such a wonderful lover.”
“Hannah, I must admit, during my playing days, there were plenty of ladies, and they taught me quite a bit. Lately, though, not so much. I’ve been married to Mary for eight years now, and there is nothing I’ve done that she doesn’t know about.”
“Including us… now?”
“That’s a tricky one, Han. She knows we are working on a baby but doesn’t know that it’s much more than breeding that is going on.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. Don’t you feel it?”
I couldn’t answer him, being dumbstruck and speechless. I wanted to jump across the table and declare my undying love for him.
“I know I feel something, George. But I don’t think I can explain it.”
“Then don’t. Just go with it. With any luck, we’ll have over a year to work out any feelings we have for each other. I know I’m a bit older than you, but I’m finding myself more attracted to you than I expected to be. I’m…”
“Don’t say anymore, George. If there are feelings, let’s not use words to express them. There are other ways.”
“You are wise beyond your years, my dear Hannah.”
Despite the feelings we were expressing to each other, we did not rush up to the room and took the time to have dessert. We shared a piece of cherry cheesecake and savored every bite.
That night, after dinner, he took me up to the room and gave me a gentle massage, followed by an intimate lovemaking session followed by a brutal pounding that brought me to another rousing series of orgasms. Sleep came easily, wrapped in his arms.
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When I woke up, he was still sleeping, and man was my pussy sore. It had been several days of fucking, and it was getting the best of me. So, when he awoke, I offered him a friendly blow job, but he passed. It seems he needed some R & R as well.
Today he was going to hit the links, and I decided to stay in bed in my pajamas and read a book I had packed for my trip to Bridge House. A quiet day. No running and no sex. I still had nearly a week with George to complete my mission, and I was feeling really good about getting it done. I was not, however, feeling good about Mary Barry. Every day that passed, she seemed to be more and more in the way of me achieving true happiness.
Attachment is one of the professional hazards of surrogacy. And it’s a big one. It’s talked about often in group sessions at The Bridge, and other places like it. Attachment to the man, the family and the baby. Mostly the baby, though. The one good thing that George did for me was to reduce my attachment anxiety about little Alex Murph. For now, he was all but completely out of my mind as I focused on the next little one I would bring into this world. And I focused on George.
With George gone, I did my best to read the book, but it was a romancer, and I just cried and cried. Not about the damned book, but about the shape my life was taking. I thought about what I had gotten myself into and whether I was pregnant yet.
The days flew by as we spent time together in and out of bed. I can’t tell you how many times we made love, but there was a whole hell of a lot, each time spectacular. Every day we spent together, we got closer and closer. And each day it grew scarier for me. I’d never been in love before, but I felt like I was falling in love with George Barry, a married man almost twenty years my senior.
On the day George was to leave to meet up with Mary in France, we made love one more time. It was sweet and gentle, with no pounding and no aggression. It was how he wanted me to think of him. I just knew it. We were very quiet as we packed up our things to get ready to drop me off at Bridge House. The cab ride was dead silent, but we held hands the entire time.
When we arrived at Bridge House, he walked me to my room, carrying my bag, and gave me a big hug and a kiss on my forehead. He patted my tummy and looked at me, “Fingers crossed.”
“Fingers crossed.”
He met with Mr. Schaeffer briefly, and off he went. I watched the cab until it disappeared over the horizon. Then I went into my room and cried and cried and cried. Beth, the girl in the room next to mine, knocked on my door, and when I let her in, she wrapped her arms around me, and we sat on the bed as I cried and she comforted me. It’s what the girls at Bridge House do.
As the days passed after George’s departure, my separation anxiety grew. I never thought I could miss anyone so much. I only knew one of the twelve girls who were at Bridge House during this visit, and she and I caught up, and I worked to bond with the others. Because this was my second time around, the first-timers, even those older than me, looked to me for advice and counsel. We talked a lot about the families we were carrying for and about attachment, something they would have to learn to cope with. My main focus, though, was on the results of my pregnancy test.
Three weeks after George left, three lonely weeks as I had not heard from him, my test came back and it was positive. I was going to have George’s baby, and it put me over the moon. The girls all gave me hugs and cheers and let me know they were here for me. I pulled the top of my T-shirt aside and looked at my temporary tattoo that was barely hanging in there. I knew Mr. Schaeffer would call George and Mary and hoped I would hear from them soon after. Three more days passed, and nothing. No word from the Barrys.
I sat on my bed and thought about what a long year this was going to be. There would be no making love with George, just biding my time until the baby went through its gestational cycle, tearing me apart physically and emotionally. Not hearing from the Barrys made it worse. Then on the fourth day, a call came for me. It was George.
“Well, Hannah, we did it. We made a baby.”
Hearing his voice, his cheerful tone, lifted my spirits. I almost didn’t know what to say.
“Yep. Now the hard part starts. How is Mary taking it?”
“Mary is delighted. She can’t wait to show off the little critter.”
“Well, it’s a process. I hope you’re ready for it.”
“If you are, I am.”
“Mary and I are in Portugal right now, but we will be coming to visit you in two weeks.”
“I hope you are enjoying yourselves.”
“Well, it’s not everyone that gets to go transoceanic these days, so we are making the most of it.”
“George.”
“Yes, Hannah.”
“I miss you.”
“I miss you too. I miss the time we had together, but I’ll see you soon, and we’ll catch up.”
“I really hope so.”
“And Hannah.”
“Yes, George.”
“You take care of that baby. It’s a bond between us that can never be broken.”
When he said that, tears formed in my eyes, and I started to sniffle.
“We’re gonna have a beautiful baby, George. Don’t you worry.”
“I know Hannah. See you soon.”
And the line went dead. I immediately threw myself down on the bed and cried my eyes out. Now I would count the days until I saw George. But along with him would come Mary, and I had no idea how I was going to deal with that.
Hoping that the Barrys would take me out to some place nice to eat when they got here, I went with the girls clothes shopping. Every week or two, Bridge House threw some of the girls in a minibus and took them downtown to shop for clothes for their ever-changing bodies. Maternity clothes mostly. But I wanted to get a nice summery dress to wear out. With Mary there, I didn’t think my black bodycon dress would be appropriate. I had packed away my maternity clothes from my first pregnancy, and they were at Allie’s apartment. She planned to visit me in the next month and would bring them with her. Knowing I had plenty of time till my baby bump appeared, I was in no hurry. Being a woman of experience now and a whole twenty years old, I was more patient about such things.
George and Mary arrived on a Friday intending to stay the weekend. Even though I knew we wouldn’t be having sex, I was just so happy to be seeing George. They came in their own vehicle and met me in the common room at Bridge House. When I first met Mary Barry, she was a bit of a cold fish. But today, she could not have been warmer.
When I approached them coming from my room, she ran and embraced me, giving me a big kiss on the cheek and a pat on the tummy. “Oh, Hannah, we’re going to make such a beautiful baby. How are you feeling?”
“I feel fine. The pregnancy hasn’t really started to work on me yet.”
“Morning sickness?”
“Nope, not yet. Give it a few weeks.”
George walked right up to me and put his arms around me. He hugged me but did not kiss me. The hug brought our bodies together, and I could tell he was happy to see me, but I was crushed. No kiss? But I worked through it. We sat down together, and they told me they wanted to take me out to dinner tonight and spend as much time together this weekend as we could. I told them that would be fine and that I’d like that.
“Hannah, if you don’t mind, we’ll just hang around here while you get ready. Do you have to clear it with anybody here at Bridge House?”
“I just have to let Mr. Schaeffer know I will be in and out this weekend with my sponsoring family. You’ll have to sign me in and out at the front desk.”
“Do you have a nice little dress, Hannah? We are going to a fancy restaurant this evening and…”
“I have just the thing, Mary. I think you’ll like it. Just give me fifteen minutes and I’ll be ready.”
Wanting to look my best when the Barrys arrived, I had already done my hair with a braid half up and half down and put on my face and was wearing my jeans, which are easy on and easy off. I went to my room, steeled myself for the evening, put on my new dress and out I came.
“I love it,” Mary said. And you’ll even be able to wear it as you grow.”
“That’s what I thought when I got it.”
Mary took me by the hand and guided me to their car. George followed and jumped into the driver’s seat. We went to the hotel where they checked in and had their luggage brought to the room. It was early lunchtime, so we ordered some salads from room service. Dinner was not until seven tonight, so there would be plenty of time to regain our appetites.
As we ate, they spoke of their whirlwind tour of Europe and about steaming across the Atlantic. And then Mary hit me with the bombshell. Or should I say bombshells?
“Hannah, while we’re visiting this weekend, there’s something I want you to do for me.”
“Sure, Mary, anything.”
“I want you to fuck my husband.”
You could have knocked me over with a feather. My jaw dropped, and my eyes opened wide as I looked over at George and he was nodding his head and grinning.
“I don’t understand. We’re already pregnant. It was really nice making a baby with George, but you don’t have any obligation to continue…”
“That’s not what this conversation is about, Hannah. George and I withhold nothing from each other. He told me how wonderful you made him feel when you made love, and I would like him to continue to experience it.”
“But…”
“No buts, Hannah. Hannah, I’m bisexual. I like men, but I truly prefer women. More like a lesbian with an occasional taste for cock. And I like my cocks big, and I like them black. My trip to Europe was with three of my closest lesbian friends, and we had the best time ever. The more time I spend with them, the closer I become to being just like them. However, there’s the case of my husband. I don’t want to betray him, and with couples like us, appearances are everything. Mind you, we still want very much to be parents. That means you fit in with us in several ways. From what George tells me, you two seem quite compatible. I’m hoping that it wasn’t a façade you were putting up to keep him satisfied.”
This beautiful woman is a lesbian? Wouldn’t Lizzie love to get a hold of her? I looked over at George and the whole time he was nodding his head, and the smile never left his face. I sat there stunned, not having any idea what to do. George came over to me and lifted me up by my hands. He put his arms around me and gave me one of his amazing kisses and I just fell into it, melting into his arms. Mary clapped when she saw this.
“That’s what I want to see. I’m going out shopping now. I’ll be a couple of hours, so you two make yourselves comfortable and do what comes naturally. When I get back, I’ll get changed and we can go out for dinner. Don’t muss that dress now, Hannah. We want to look pretty tonight.”
She walked over to George and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, then did the same with me. Only with me she held the kiss just a little bit longer, like she was sending me a message. Message received.
She took the car fob and walked out the door of their suite. George went into the en suite and drew a bath in the hot tub. A bubble bath. Then he started to unbutton his shirt, never taking his eyes off mine. I took the hint and unbuttoned my dress and pulled it up over my head. I laid it out over the back of the couch in the living room and approached him in my sexiest underwear.
“I can’t do to you what I want to do with you dressed like that.”
I immediately unsnapped my bra, hooked my thumbs in my undies, and pulled them down my legs. Now I was joyfully and totally undressed. And he was well on his way. I ran into the en suite and checked the tub, finding it about half full. So, I returned to the bedroom where George stood, naked, with his arms out. I ran to him and threw myself around him. Happy does not begin to describe how I was feeling.
George took my hand and guided me into the hot tub, joining me a moment later. He sat back, and I sat in front of him with my back to him. He kissed my ears and cheeks and my neck and fondled my breasts. At that moment, I was a dozen kinds of wet. It took every ounce of my strength not to say, ‘I love you’ to him right then. I knew if it was going to happen, though, it would have to come from him.
After about twenty minutes in the tub, we got out and toweled off. Then he took me in his arms and carried me to the bed, laying me down gently. He kissed me on the lips and moved to the bottom of the bed. He got down on his knees and kissed me on the vagina. Then he attacked it with a vengeance. I started off wiggling and giggling, then when he really got going, I held on for dear life. He meant business and wanted me to know it. As a thank you to him, I came several times, acknowledging his mastery. When he finally got the message through to me, he stood up.
“Anything I can do for you now?”
“Yeah. I’d like some of that big cock.”
“Oh, my dear, but I’m not going to give you some of it. I’m going to give you all of it.”
And he did. Not soft and not hard, but just right. Enough to make me come, and then enough for both of us to come. In that moment, I was the happiest girl in the world. I couldn’t believe what was happening, and then we lay back and he put my mind at rest.
“Hannah. Mary and I discussed this over the past two weeks, and I told her I have feelings for you. She told me she understands and that her relationships with her girlfriends were evolving as well. Over the past couple of years, there has been little sex between Mary and me. Just enough to keep us together. And make no mistake, we want to be together. But I also want to be with you. I want to love you and make love to you, and I think I want to do it for a long time. The baby will give us the opportunity to do that. And remember, Hannah, that baby will always be yours and mine, although legally Mary will be the mother. It will be your name on the birth certificate.”
“Oh, George, what I have been putting myself through, given my feelings for you. I think I love you, George. And I can’t help it. It’s just how I feel.”
“And I feel that way, too. But you’ll have to understand that the three of us will have to work as a cohesive unit so that people see a husband and wife and someone who is there to help us raise our child and help keep the household together. It’s not perfect, but it’s what I can offer you.”
“I’ll take it… willingly and gratefully. When Mary steps back into this room, I will throw myself on the floor and kiss her feet for allowing me to be part of your family. And you, mister, I’ll kiss any part of you that you want any time you want it.”
“Hannah, we will be coming to see you every two or three weeks while you are here at Bridge House. During that time, we will take you out and we can find a way to make love. Something you should know, though, is that Mary has expressed an interest in joining in. More with you than with me. Consider it a bonding experience for our new little family.”
“Well, George, I’m not a lesbian and I have passed on every opportunity to be with one, but if you think it will be good for us as a family, I will do my best to go along.”
As if to prove to him that my tendencies did not lean toward girls, I attacked him, and we got into a passionate make-out session. Without forewarning, Mary walked in on us and caught us in the act.
“Okay, you two, enough already. We have to get cleaned up and ready for dinner. And you, little miss mommy, we have to talk. I’m sure George spelled out where we are hoping to take this little thing of ours, and I want to hear your spin on it.”
As I had vowed to George, I jumped off the bed, stark naked, and fell to the floor and kissed Mary’s feet, then with my arms wrapped around her legs, kissed her in the general vicinity of her genitals. It really took her by surprise, but she got the message that I was on board.
To save time, and of course water, George and I took a shower together while Mary changed her outfit. She also made one other change. While we showered, she called Bridge House and spoke to Mr. Schaeffer. The Barrys booked a two-bedroom suite with the goal of having me stay with them while they were visiting. Mary convinced him it was in everyone’s best interest that I stay with them during their visit. Needless to say, Mary can be very convincing. It certainly didn’t take much to convince me, even not knowing what she had in mind for the night.
Mary was a virtually indescribably beautiful woman, but when she really put herself together, she was stunning, a true star. At 5’ 9” she was a statuesque woman who stood out, but in heels she was around six feet tall, and she literally turned heads. It made me feel like a plain Jane. Except when I looked at George, and he looked at me. Then I felt beautiful too. But tonight, Mary was put together, and wherever we went, she sparkled brightest.
They took me to a restaurant called ‘Precious’ that served things that were generally rare or totally unavailable to the general public. Because this was a resort area that catered to the wealthy, Precious did a substantial business. I dined among the millionaires and billionaires and felt totally out of place. Not the Barrys, though. They appeared right at home, and on one occasion, someone who remembered George from his playing days came to the table to shmooze. I felt proud of him, like he was mine. And in a way, he was. But not really.
That night, we dined on small plates of meats and cheeses, an entrée of fish, seafood and steak and a wide array of vegetables, beautifully prepared and wonderfully cooked. Without a doubt, it was the single most delicious meal I have ever eaten. And the servers couldn’t do enough for you. I felt like a princess there with the king and queen. Out of courtesy to me, no wine or liquor was ordered, making me comfortable in an alcohol-free environment. But they each ordered an espresso at the end of the meal. That is when Mary took my hand, looked me in the eye and let me know it was time for a serious talk.
“Hannah, George, and I have done our best to welcome you into our world. If you choose to spend time in it, I think you will find it to be quite a wonderful place. Tonight, however, I want to welcome you into my world. The world of women. I have found it to be an equally wonderful place, more and more each day. This past trip to Europe really put me over the edge in this regard. How do you feel about that?”
“Frankly, I’m a little frightened. I have no experience with women, and I don’t want to screw it up. I’m certainly willing to try anything you wish to introduce me to and to do it with such a beautiful woman seems to be a great place to start, although I would think it might be all downhill from there.”
“What a wonderful compliment, Hannah. I promise to go easy on you, but tonight George will be in the second bedroom, and you and I will share a bed.”
“All night?”
“All night.”
George chimed in after all this girl talk. “You can come to me in the morning, Hannah, if you need to be resuscitated.”
“Mind your business,” Mary said.
George paid the bill and signed an autograph for one of the staff. Of course, they took a selfie with the guy’s supercell. When we walked out of the place, with George in the lead, followed by the two hottest blondes in the place, it was like a procession that everyone watched. But mostly they were watching Mary. With those long, long legs, that perfect ass, that body and the long blonde hair. Her sparkling green eyes lit the way. And the way she carried herself, she could be denied nothing. I promised myself I would do her bidding and prayed that she’d go easy on me.
When we left the restaurant, we did not go straight back to the hotel. We stopped off at Bridge House, and I packed a bag for the weekend, but did not change out of my dress. I did, however, pack my sexiest nightie.
Once we finally arrived at the hotel room, we kicked off our shoes, and Mary excused herself and claimed one of the bedrooms. I went in and claimed the other one. George steered me to it. It was the master bedroom. For such a brief visit, I figured I would live out of my suitcase, so I put it on the suitcase rack and changed for the night. I wanted George to see me at my best, and figured tonight I would also want Mary to see me that way as well. So, I put on my little pink shorty nightie with my tiny pink thong. It was simple, but made a statement. When I returned to the living room, George gave me a long wolf whistle, and I curtsied and turned myself all the way around. Five minutes later, Mary entered.
That’s what Mary does. She never just walks into a room, she enters it. She was dressed in Paeonia Embroidered Tulle-Trimmed satin pajamas with a matching robe. In green, of course, to match her eyes. It must have been cut from custom fabric; the color of the cloth matched her eyes so well. And she was wearing heels. I guess she wanted to bring her height to the game tonight. And they were green as well, matching the outfit almost perfectly. Not an accident. She definitely had a dominating air about her.
I felt like a virgin when she walked up to me, put her hand behind my head, and pulled me to her. And then she kissed me. It was a firm kiss, filled with passion. I was taken aback. It was a great kiss. Yes, ma’am, may I have another? She must have been reading my mind because she put her arms around me and planted a big wet sloppy one right on my mouth, with lots of tongue. I was ready to feel for a dick, but none was there.
As Mary began her seduction, I looked out of the corner of my eye and watched as George took a glass and three little bottles of Scotch from the minibar and adjourned to the second bedroom.
Mary sat down on the sofa and patted the cushion next to her. Slowly, I sauntered over to her and sat down. She put her arm along the top of the sofa and around my shoulders. The look she gave me reminded me of the one she gave the lobster tail placed in front of her at dinner tonight. Would I also be slathered in butter tonight?
I was having feelings, but didn’t quite understand them. I was feeling sexy, and desired, but a little scared. She leaned in and kissed me again. This time a light and loving kiss on the lips. It made me tingle. All the while, we kept our eyes open. It was like looking into a mirror, seeing those green eyes, and she knew it. She kissed me on my cheek, my ear on the side of my neck. They were long, soft, lingering kisses. And they felt soooo good.
Then she changed it up. She started to make out with me, with lots of tongue and lots of lip. Kissing a woman differs from kissing a man. Better? I don’t know. But good? Hell yeah! And she was a champ.
In a few minutes, her robe was off, and she was straddling me, trying to get her tongue all the way down to my tonsils. By the time she stood up, kicked off her heels, and walked me to the bedroom, I was wet down there. The anticipation was killing me. Whatever she was ready to do, I was ready for.
She did not hesitate to strip me of my nightie, but let me take off my own panties. Letting the big reveal be my decision. Before she decided to strip off, she crawled up on me and gave my breast a kiss. Right on the Queen of Spades temporary tattoo.
“When you decide to fully commit, I’d like to see the real thing.”
Then she gave me the big reveal. A firm, flawless body with perfect 34 B breasts, tight abs, and a totally shaved pussy. And one other tattoo, right above her vagina where hair normally grew. It was the number 25.
“25?”
“It was George’s number throughout his baseball career. When he retired, I had it done. Whether or not we are together forever, he will always be a part of me. And I had the hair lasered, so it would never be covered.”
“What do your lesbian friends think about it?”
“They love it. They think it makes me look butch.”
“Lady, there’s nothing butch about you.”
“Oh yeah. Let me show you what’s butch about me.”
She proceeded to go down on me. Vehemently. She spread my legs wide and attacked various parts of my downstairs genitalia. I felt her lips and tongue on my clitoris in ways George hadn’t even discovered. Then she dug two fingers into me, and in no time my thighs were soaked. In a matter of minutes, I was howling from the wave after wave of orgasms hitting me. And she kept going. I tried to lock my legs around her head, but she held them open wide and kept going. This went on for what must have been half an hour, and then she stopped.
“Close your eyes, Hannah, and keep them closed.”
Who am I to disobey the queen? So, I closed my eyes tight.
After some minutes, I felt it as she crawled up on top of me. And then the pressure on my vagina, like someone was sticking a cock in me. I opened my eyes, and she appeared to be wearing something around her waist. It was a strap-on, and she was plunging it into my pussy. And my pussy was liking it. It was liking it a lot. The strokes in and out came hard, and they came fast at a rate that would break a real man’s penis. I was on the ride of my life as she pummeled me for what must have been another half hour. And I came. Boy, did I come. I was soaked; she was soaked, and the bed was soaked by the time she slowed down and pulled out of me. Then she went down on me one more time just to gently help me come down. I was soaked with sweat and vaginal secretions, as was she. And then we kissed. All I could smell and taste was freshly fucked pussy. And I was okay with it.
“Okay, Hannah. Now it’s my turn.”
Oh my, I thought. I could never do what she just did. Could I? She pulled the wet duvet off the bed and tossed it on the floor. Then she lay down, put her knees up and spread her legs. It looked like number 25, and I were going to get intimately acquainted.
Coyly, I approached her vagina and removed the strap-on, which was soaking wet. I set it aside and brought my face to her bare, moist vulva and kissed the number 25. Trying to remember what she had just done to me, I licked and sucked at her pussy in all the places I thought would give her the most pleasure. She tasted and smelled just a little different from me, but it was not unpleasant. The smell of her perfume brought another layer of intoxication into the mix, and I felt heady from the brew of stimuli. I must have been doing something right as she spread her legs ever farther apart to accommodate my ministrations. And the more she spread, the deeper I dove. As she grabbed onto the sheets and started to moan and groan, I felt a power over this woman, like I was in full control of her actions. I was doing it. And, apparently, I was doing it right.
“Oh, Hannah, right there, yes, please keep it up. Oh my God, yes.”
I took this as a good sign and kept it up. Then the bucking started as she pushed her pussy into my face, and I held onto her thighs. I pushed on her clitoris with the flat of my tongue and lapped at it like a thirsty dog.
She howled and clapped her hands down on the bed over and over. I took this as a good sign and kept going. Then I decided to change it up and probed her with a finger and then two. I must have found her G-Spot, because the minute I hit it, she screamed. I took that as an invitation to move my fingers in and out of her, and when a low groan started to come from the bottom of her throat, I pushed harder. Five minutes later, she let out a shriek like she’d been stabbed with a knife and squirted into my face. Only then did I let up. She was soaked; I was soaked, and the now the unmade bed was drenched. It took her a bit to catch her breath.
“Are you sure you’ve never done this before? That was great. Just what I needed. Come here and kiss me.”
I crawled up the bed, or should I say swam up the bed and planted the biggest kiss I could muster on her lips. And she gave it right back to me. The entire room smelled like pussy and the cleanup crew was going to have some time of it in the morning.
It was too late to request a cleanup crew come in and restore the bed, so we did the next best thing. We jumped in the shower, cleaned up, and jumped into bed with George, she in front of him and me behind. We all held onto each other tightly and drifted off to dreamland. At least that’s where I went.
