Eloise called me as I was leaving for Robin's house. "It's off for today. Robin broke her ankle and she's in Southampton Hospital."
"What happened?"
"She was leaving Restoration Hardware yesterday when she stepped off the curb and fell. The ambulance was there right away. She's going to have to wear a boot for a while."
"Gee, that's a shame. I'll go and visit her in the hospital."
"Maybe you and I could meet up?"
"Why not? I'll meet you in my hot tub."
"Sounds like a plan!"
I drove over to the hospital. Robin was in a private room. "What did you do to yourself?"
"Oh, please. I misstepped. I'm an old lady and I fell. I'm so disgusted with myself."
"These things happen. You'll be fine in a few weeks, you'll see."
"The doctor says I broke a couple of bones. It may take a few months to heal."
"Don't worry. I'll be there to help you heal, Robin. Are you getting good care?"
"I better be. I've thrown enough money into this place." That made her laugh. "Yes, the care is great. But, I have to hire a live-in nurse to help me. And then there is the boot over the cast. Well, I guess no exercising for a while."
"Maybe no exercising your foot but there are other places that need to be exercised. I promise. Eloise and I will keep you fit and happy."
"Mmm. I look forward to that. You know, meeting you at Citerella's Market was certainly serendipitous."
"I'll say. You never know what will fall into your lap. Literally. Here, I brought you a portfolio with some photos of my artwork. I like my work and so do my friends. It's just another way for me to focus my expression. But, music is my first love."
"I promise that I will give you my expert opinion. However, what I say doesn't matter. It's your soul flowing through the brush. It most likely makes you feel whole."
"It does."
We chatted for about a half hour until she got sleepy. I kissed her on her forehead and made my way out to the parking lot. It was nice out now but a storm was coming in tonight. I tooled my way around town, then headed up to Sebonac Inlet Road and the bulkhead parking lot at the top of the National Golf Course. I always love to see the replica windmill on the hill off one of the fairways. So cool. I stepped out of the car and looked toward an island in the bay. No other people anywhere in sight. The clouds over Flanders looked ominous. Peconic Bay was like glass. I suppose it was the calm before the storm. I felt an idea rising. I quickly drove back to my house. Within five minutes, I was painting my thoughts on canvas. It was fast and furious however, soon, I was spent. I shot my creative load. Fortunately, my studio had an Eames Lounge and I had to ease down in it.
The phone was ringing. I awoke discombobulated so I just let it ring. When I came to, I called Eloise back. We talked about Robin for a while before the conversation turned to sex.
"Are you free tomorrow?"
"No, not tomorrow. Sorry. I have a deadline on a project and I also am sitting in at a gig at the Talkhouse tomorrow night. No, tomorrow's no good."
"Well, how about now?"
This lady wasn't fooling around. "I'll heat up the hot tub. Give me two hours to get my shit together."
"Two hours is perfect." I gave her directions and hung up. I spent the next two hours cleaning, neatening, straightening, and basically, hiding stuff. The tub was hot. I rolled a few numbers. I popped a bottle of wine. I showered. I was ready.
The sun was setting as she pulled into the driveway. She said, "I've gone down this street a million times and I have never seen this house before. It's so private."
"Yes. I love it - just me, the woods, and the beach. You can't beat it. And who is this?" A tall, good-looking younger man got out of the passenger seat."
"Carlos is the guy I told you about. He works at The Rose Gallery in town. I've flirted with him for years."
"Hi, I'm Carlos Biggs. My friends just call me 'Biggy'."
"Ha. I guess it pays to advertise. Come on and let's get this party started."
Carlos seemed uncomfortable. He was tall and thin - maybe six-two, 185, somewhere in his mid-thirties. He looked vaguely familiar. I'm sure I'd seen him around the village. There was also something about his mannerisms. He seemed to be on the twink side of things. I wasn't turned on.
He excused himself to use the bathroom and I guided Eloise out to the bubbling hot tub. As she stripped, she said, "I want to try double penetration with you two. I've never done it and I've wanted to try it."
"Which hole can I have?" I said, caressing her tush.
We got into the tub as Carlos returned.
"Come on in. The water's fine," said Eloise as I rolled my eyes.
Carlos peeled off his clothes. As he peeled off his tighty-whities, his five-inch dick came into view. It was flaccid. He entered the tub next to me.
Eloise said, "I've wondered what your cock looked like, Carlos. Does it get bigger?"
Carlos seemed a bit slow and again, uncomfortable. "Yeah," he said, "about nine inches."
"Wow. I can't wait to see that." To me, she said, "I've been teasing him for years"
"Carlos, she wants a double penetration today. Are you up to the task?"
"I'll try my best, sir."
"Sir? My father was "Sir", not me. I'm just Ray. Relax, kid, and toke on this." I reached over to rub El's thigh. Carlos reached over and rubbed my thigh. It was hands akimbo: Eloise on my thigh, both stroking my cock, my fingers inside El's twat, his fingers on her nipple. I reached over to Carlos and grabbed his dick. Yes, it was about nine inches and impressive. "Stand up, Carlos, and show us that thing."
Carlos stood, his mast pointing straight ahead. It was impressive. The glans was dark red and plum-shaped.
"Eloise said, "Okay, it's decided. He can take my pussy. Ray, you've got my butt."
Carlos sat back down. "Um...," he said, "You're only the second woman I've ever been with, Eloise. I'll try my best."
"Really," said Emily. "I'm flattered...but I thought you said that you were bisexual."
"I'm really gay, on the submissive side. Maybe I'm not sure what I am," he said. "But I want to do this. I really do."
I stood up in front of him. My cock was semi-hard. My piss hole was smiling at his eyes which were just a few inches away. "I want to make him comfortable, Eloise. I want him to show me what he can do." Carlos smiled and kiss the head. I wiped my dick around his face. Finally, he took it between his lips and sucked it in. I looked at Eloise, who was tweaking her nipple, and nodded. She smiled back as she put her other hand into the squishy place.
Carlos was good. He took my seven inches down to the root. When he came back up, his tongue curled around my staff. When he reached the head, he sucked in hard as the tip of his tongue tickled my pee hole. He did some variations on his subsequent sucks, much to my pleasure. I groaned. "Carlos, that's good, man. So good. You're gonna make me cum."
Eloise had moved her knees up and now, was vigorously jilling herself. Juices were running down her thighs. Her hand whizzed over her clit and she was panting.
"I'm cumming...I'm..." Carlos sucked in my glans and coordinated his sucks to my pulsing shots. I arched back and leaned in. I just let it flow. When I finally stopped and my cock slipped from his mouth, I said, "That was a great, I mean, great. Great blow job. Absolutely aces. And right now, if I was you, I'd clamp my talented tongue onto Eloise's clit. She's getting close." I waved my hand toward Eloise.
"I've never eaten..."
I said, using my dom side, "Eat her out. Suck on her clit. Make her cum in your mouth. Do it. Now!"
She got up to sit on the coping. He got down on his knees and put his face over her vulva. She was flicking her clit. He put his tongue into her vagina and she sighed, "Mmmm." I knew he would get the hang of it.