A few minutes later, I heard Amanda and the kids come in. I was thankful for the distraction. The kids were hot from the bike ride and wanted to go for a dip in the lake. I volunteered to go with them. For the rest of that afternoon, I stuck close to the kids, using them as a shield to avoid any more opportunities for sexual encounters. I needed to get my head straight.
No doubt sensing my inner turmoil, Serena came up to me a few hours later, as I was firing up the grill for dinner. She said, “don’t beat yourself up, Jake. There’s an easy way to fix this.”
“How?” I asked, but I already knew what she was going to say.
“You just let Eric fuck Amanda, of course.”
“And you’d be okay with that?”
“It’s only fair.” She said it so matter-of-factly.
“But how do I bring that up without telling her what happened between us? She won’t understand.”
“Leave that to me,” she said cryptically. Then she walked away.
It was a perfect night for a fire, cool and clear, so after dinner we all gathered round the fire pit and roasted some s’mores. I had a little more to drink than I typically would have, no doubt in an effort to dampen my growing anxiety about what had happened earlier in the day. At one point, while I was in the house grabbing another beer, Amanda came in and cornered me. I was pretty certain she was looking to continue the game, to sneak in another quickie, but I wasn’t in the mood to play the game anymore. I lied and said I had to go to the bathroom. By the time I came out, she was gone. I knew I couldn’t avoid her indefinitely, though.
Eventually we all came inside and put the kids to sleep. I volunteered to read them a story, so I was the last one out of the room. When I came down from the loft, Eric and Serena and Amanda were all sitting on the sectional. Serena was laying down, with her head resting on Eric’s lap. Amanda was sitting on the other side of Eric. They were passing around the ‘e-joint’ again. When they passed it to me, I readily accepted, taking a huge drag, hoping it would quell my anxiety better than the alcohol had.
After taking a few more drags, Serena got up and began fiddling with the stereo near the TV. Eventually she figured out how to turn it on. She scanned through a few radio stations until she found some local classic rock station. It was playing Led Zeppelin, “When the Levee Breaks,” which seemed fitting. Serena turned it up and began swaying to the music, her eyes closed, clearly very high. I too was sitting on the couch by this point, but I deliberately sat at the corner opposite Amanda. I sat back and watched Serena dance. It was hypnotic. I’m not sure how long we all sat there silently, watching her, but it was quite a while. Several full songs played.
What snapped us out of our collective trance was when Serena decided to disrobe. First to go was the pullover she was wearing over her tank top. With her eyes still closed and her hips still swaying, she then she reached down and unbuttoned her shorts (she had changed clothes after our encounter earlier in the day). She shimmied out of the shorts, letting them fall to the floor, and stepped out of them. She was wearing a pair of plain white cotton panties. Next went the tank top, which she tossed on the floor. She was wearing no bra, so she was now completely naked but for the panties, still swaying to the music. She was just so stunning, so sexy, that lust soon overcame my anxiety and I again had a huge erection. Eric clearly did too, because I could see him rubbing his cock through his shorts. Amanda’s expression was hard to read, but she too was focused intently on Serena.
She danced for another minute or two and then she finally opened her eyes. She looked right at Eric and began walking toward him, without so much as glancing at Amanda or me on either side. When she got to him, she immediately got down on her knees in front of him, her hands fumbling with the button on his shorts. Within seconds, his shorts and boxers were on the floor and his cock was out. She had it in her mouth almost immediately. With one hand she cupped his balls and with the other she stroked the shaft of his cock, just below where her mouth was touching it.
Across from me, Amanda was fiddling with her own shorts. We made eye contact as she pulled her shorts and panties off at the same time, leaving them on the floor. She then spread her legs and began to touch herself. She was only about two feet from Eric and Serena. I quickly followed suit, removing my shorts and boxers and freeing my cock.
As I stroked my cock, watching the scene in front of me, I remembered Serena’s words from earlier in the day. “Leave it to me” she’d said. But what was her plan? Did she even have one? Just as I was thinking this to myself, Serana lifted her mouth off of Eric’s cock. With her hand, she reached out for Amanda, who looked momentarily uncertain, not sure what Serena wanted. After a moment, though, Amanda reached out her own hand and let Serena take it. Serena led her off the couch and onto her knees on the floor, right next to her. She then took Amanda’s hand, which she was still holding, and moved it over until it was touching Eric’s wet cock. Amanda’s eyes bulged at the sudden turn of events and she looked over at me immediately, clearly uncertain. I too was stunned, but I nodded.
That was apparently all the permission she needed, because within the span of a few seconds, she went from hesitantly touching his cock to aggressively sucking it. After 30 seconds or so, Serena took over again. For a while they took turns like that, each sucking Eric’s cock while the other watched. I couldn’t imagine how amazing the experience must have been from Eric’s perspective.