Jay and Carly, Book 2, Chapter 10

 If I titled these chapters, this one would be called, "Distractions Abound". I got distracted FROM writing the story. Then WHILE writing the story, I got distracted from the main plot to have Jay wander on the beach which resulted in JAY getting distracted with... well... You'll read it and see. Hope you enjoy. 
Edit: Copy paste fail... included the previous chapter up front. My bad.
Chapter 36
I woke up in the morning as the light cascaded in through Tennille’s window. Blinking my eyes, I looked around, momentarily confused about where I was. Suddenly, a little flash of movement in my peripheral caught my eye and I looked down to see Louise kneeling on the ground next to the bed. She was looking up at me with wide, doe eyes. She was wearing the same thing as last night, the same tight white crop top that was so thin her nipples poked through and the tiny little black lace panties. She also had on a choker with a small heart in the middle. “Louise, what…”
“Shhhh… Mr. S. Don’t wake your new conquest,” she added, eliciting a tiny giggle as I looked at her. I climbed slowly out of bed, gathering my clothes and heading to the door still completely naked. We walked out of the room, laughing like kids who’d gotten away with something we shouldn’t have. I eased the door closed and turned only to see Kimi standing in the kitchen. Her eyes were staring at me… well… at my cock. I had mild morning wood and it was sticking straight out semi-erect. I watched her lick her lips unconsciously then bite her lip before her eyes snapped back up to mine. I thought she’d look away but instead she stared at me, almost challenging me. We stood like that for a good 15 seconds, just locked in on each other daring the other one to blink.
Finally, she broke a smile and said, “did you three have a good night?”
Louise said, “Her and Tennille did. I just watched for a bit then went to bed… all alone…,” she said looking at me with an exaggerated frown. Then she turned back to Kimi and happily proclaimed, “But now that I’ve gotten Mr. S his date, I get to get fucked again. Right, Master?”
Honestly, I didn’t know what to say in that moment. Louise’s completely uninhibited openness with our lifestyle always left me a little speechless. On top of that, I was naked while the gorgeous Asian girl eye fucked me from across the room. All that while the girl I’d fucked last night slumbered away, unaware of what was already being said about the night we’d had. I finally stammered out, “Morning, Kimi.”
“Morning,” she said then turned away to grab something off the stove top. “Want some bacon and eggs?”
“Uhh… sure,” I said. I started to put my pants back on but she stopped me.
“Nono… Besides, I’ve already seen it. Might as well keep the nice eye candy for the ladies, right?” 
I looked at Louise who shrugged and I sat awkwardly on the cool chair. “Mind if I put my shirt on?”
“And hide that nice, white, hairy chest? Do you have to?” Kimi said with an exaggerated frown. I noted the use of ‘white’ in her words and was pretty sure she wasn’t referring to my lack of a tan. I’d always tanned easily and, since moving to South Florida, had certainly gotten plenty. Again I glanced at Louise and she raised an eyebrow having reached the same conclusion.
Kimi made breakfast, my nudity momentarily forgotten as I took a bite of the perfectly crisp bacon and scrumptious eggs. It’s so easy to make scrambled eggs too runny. It’s even easier to make the bone dry. It takes a bit of practice to make them just perfect and Kimi had achieved that spectacularly. “This is delicious,” I said as I took another forkful. 
“Glad you like it,” Kimi said, beaming with pride.
Louise leaned into me and said, “She’s a great cook. Tennille and I agreed to buy all the groceries if she cooks three or four nights a week. She loves it so much she’s cooked every night I’ve been home.”
“And while you were galavanting off to cavort at your boyfriend’s love nest,” she said, her back to us as she cleaned up the kitchen counter. I tried to remember any girl in college… hell… any person in college who kept their apartment as neat as this one. 
“In fairness, I got picked up by the police and drug out there,” Louise said.
“You what?” Kimi asked, “Louise? Are you okay?”
Louise gave a tight smile and nodded, “Yeah. I’m fine. I got really, really… really, really drunk and got picked up by campus police. Turns out the cop used to date the ADA that’s Jay’s next door neighbor. She recognized the street name I gave for my contact and thought I might be staying with the ADA.”

“They used to date?” I asked, having not heard that part yet.
“I think so… It’s so hard to remember but somehow I got that impression,” Louise said.
“Enough about the lesbian cop… geez… you American men are so obsessed with girl on girl action!”
“I’m not…,” I said but realized she was teasing me and stopped, “They brought her to our house and we handled it… no charges. Louise got punished all weekend.”
“And I still haven’t been let off the hook… Master…,” she said, obviously hinting at what she really wanted.
“How long until your next class?” 
Louise looked up at the clock, “I need to leave in ten minutes,” she said with a frown.
I grabbed her arm and yanked her to the bedroom, “I’ll be done in five,” I said with a smirk.
Louise squealed and we heard Kimi laugh at us as we bolted for Louise’s bedroom. A bedroom that had yet to experience our own form of primal fucking. Turns out, Louise was about five minutes late for class but she didn’t complain.
I drove back home after Louise left for class, whistling a happy tune the whole time. The move to the Keys had gone better than I could have hoped for. The girls were happier than they’d ever been. The locals seemed friendly. Even the blow up with the ADA had been pretty muted. All told, I was pretty much walking on cloud nine. So when I arrived home to the sound of sobbing, my instant reaction was, “Of course it all had to end.”
Rounding the corner into the living room it wasn’t any of my girls that were crying. It was Chloe of all people. She was sobbing on the couch being comforted by, surprisingly, Sasha. I looked at her and gave her a “What the hell is going on?” kind of gesture.
“Uhmm… Master… Chloe came over to talk to Carly but she’s sleeping. Kyrsten’s out on a run and Victoria went to the store for groceries. I told her she shouldn’t wake up Carly and then she started crying.”
“You did fine. Chloe, what’s wrong?” I asked, sitting down next to the girl who was now sobbing.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” she said between sobs. “Definitely not with YOU.”
I looked at Sasha who simply shrugged her shoulders in confusion. “Uhmm… why not?”
“Because you’re fucking her too,” she said.
“Leah?”
She turned to me, tears still streaming down her face but she wasn’t sad anymore. Just angry. “Yes. Leah. That fucking Jezebel bitch,” she snarled. “And she seduced you too.”
I laughed, “Hardly,” I said. “I’m not going to deny sleeping with her… Carly knows I did by the way,” I said. Chloe looked surprised. “Carly truly does know everyone I sleep with. Did you not know that?”
She shook her head but remained silent.
“Carly told me about what happened between you and Leah. It sounds awful.”
“It IS awful. She’s horrible,” she said. 
“She’s barely more than a child.”
“Old enough to try to fuck a gay guy. Old enough to break up a marriage. Old enough that YOU fucked her,” she said pointedly. 
I held my hands up, “I like beautiful women. Carly likes that I like beautiful women. I didn’t know about Leah’s history before I slept with her.”
“She probably thinks she’s stealing you from Carly. I think the whore gets off on that,” she said.
“She’s not a whore and she doesn’t think that,” I said, remembering our encounter in the car ride to Miami. Before I told her about Carly and I, she hadn’t seemed to care whether or not I was married at all. “I set her straight,” I said, letting the implicit ‘what-if’ hang in the air.
“What does that mean?”
“Carly hasn’t told you?” I asked, genuinely confused. 
“I know you… like… have all these women and stuff. She said you’re polyamorous… I had to look that up. Sounds kind of hot though,” she managed a little smile.
“Well… it’s a little more complicated. Carly is a cuckquean… she gets off on watching me with other women. Or even just hearing about me with other women.”
“And Kyrsten?”
“She’s my other wife,” I said.
“You’re polygamists?” she asked, pulling herself away from Sasha.
“Not technically. I’ve only legally married one woman. But Kyrsten is my wife in every way that matters other than legally. And she and Carly love each other too.”
“What about her?” she asked, pointing to Sasha. 
“She’s… complicated,” I said. Sasha smiled at me and nodded her encouragement. “Sasha was my girlfriend before Carly. Before I got involved in this lifestyle. She hurt me and now she’s making amends,” I said, going for the short version.
“And Victoria?”
“Uhhmm… secretary with benefits?” I said, hoping that answered the question.
Sasha spoke up with a soft, tentative voice, “We call her the sexretary.”
Chloe rolled her eyes, “Geezus… dad jokes from the kinky mormon couple next door. Great!”
“We’re not mormon,” I said though I don’t think she really thought that. Before I could say anything else, Carly came down the stairs. I hopped up and went to her as she rubbed the weariness from her eyes. Carly is decidedly not a morning person and her sleep cycle has gotten even more screwed up during the pregnancy. Sometimes she didn’t even know what day it was. “Good morning my love,” I said, giving her a soft kiss.
“Good morning, Master,” she said. All she was wearing was a thin silky robe and a pair of tiny lace panties. The robe was unbuttoned to accommodate her now plump belly. I rubbed her stomach, suddenly feeling a kick. We’d felt them before but never quite this strong and pronounced, “Oh! Wow,” Carly said.
“What?” Chloe asked from the couch. Carly looked up and saw our guest for the first time.
“Oh… we have a guest, Master?” she said, pulling the robe back around herself. 
“I came over to talk to you ma’am… although maybe… Uhmmm… maybe I can talk to both of you?” she said, looking between Carly and Sasha. Again, Sasha shot me a look of confusion and this time I shrugged.

“Sure,” I said. “I’ll just NOT enjoy the first real kicks of my child and let you girls talk.”
“I can come back later,” Chloe said sullenly. 
I quickly moved over and put my hand on her shoulder, “No… it’s fine. There’s plenty of time for that. You three talk. I’ll go find Kyrsten and she can have some of my quality time,” I said with a mock sulk. Carly bit her lip, probably imagining what Kyrsten and I were going to do. I gave her another gentle kiss, this one lasting a little longer before breaking apart and whispering, “I love you.”
“I love you too, Master,” she whispered back, allowing her fingers to linger longingly across my shoulder. I stepped out, leaving the three to work out whatever catastrophe the blonde teenager had brought to us this day. Kicking my shoes off, I stepped out onto the white pool deck. It was already warm to the touch despite it not even being 10am yet. I walked out the back of our property, picking at a couple random leaves as I went. The beach sounds got louder as I approached, walking across the hot white sand. My feet hadn’t quite gotten used to it yet but I was getting there. I couldn’t see Kyrsten but I knew the route she usually took. People think of long white sandy beaches when they think of the keys. And there’s some of that. In fact, part of the reason we chose this house was that it had a little private beach. But the thing is, beach erosion has been so bad in the keys that they’ve really cracked down on people clearing out the mangroves to make beaches for themselves. So most of the time, you actually have a lot of vegetation that goes straight to the water’s edge. 
Our house had about 100 feet on either side of us that was our little beach area but after that, the plants got pretty thick. So Kyrsten would jog down the road and out to the highway then come back along a path that ended at our beach. All I had to do was jog the opposite direction and I’d run into her eventually. I took a deep breath and started up along the beach. There’s a sweet spot to run at when you’re running in sand. Too close to the water and the sand is actually quite hard and compact. It feels like running on wet concrete. To far up and the sand is too soft and your feet just sing into it and it shifts. But right there at the edge of the two it feels wonderful. 
The wind whipped around me, blowing through my hair, as the sun beat down on my arms and face. It felt terrific and, for a few moments, I understand why Kyrsten did this every day. I couldn’t understand why she ran five miles of it. But a mile or so? Sure. I got it. I managed about a quarter of a mile before the footpath got pretty thick and I slowed down to a mild jog. It was a good thing I did because I was just barely able to hear Kyrsten’s soft padded strides as she turned the bend right in front of me and nearly barreled into me.
“Ooof, Jay!” she exclaimed as she came to a stop right in front of me. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah, why?”
“You don’t usually come running,” she said, tucking her hair behind her ear and giving me a smile. She looked good. Really good.
“I just wanted to come see you,” I said. She kind of flushed cutely and smiled, knowing that I was half joking but grateful that I was also half serious.
“How was your date last night? You get laid,” she said, shifting from foot to foot in a way that seemed casually flirtatious. She was wearing a small, tight sports bra and a pair of very tiny yoga shorts. The effect was to highlight all of her curves while showing off almost as much skin as you’d see from a bikini. 
I couldn’t help myself, I grabbed her and gave her a very thorough kiss. She moaned into my mouth and I felt her hands wrapped around me, grabbing my shoulder and pulling me close. Our lips danced together and suddenly we were both fumbling at each others’ pants like kids on prom night. It was awkward and fun and I had flashbacks to the awkward first time I had sex in the back of my parents mini-van. We wordlessly shimmied out of our pants and then tried to find a place to actually sate our lust. It left us giggling and laughing as we searched around for somewhere. Finally, Kyrsten looked at me, eyes on fire, and said, “Oh fuck it.” She turned around, putting her hands on the rough trunk of a nearby palm tree, “Give me the that fucking dick, Master.” She craned her neck to look behind her, licking her lips as she stared at my cock. I approached, finding her opening easily. She was incredibly wet and, as I spread her lips and pressed the head of my cock to her slit, she groaned in erotic agony.
“You want this?” I asked.
“Yesssssss,” she hissed.
“You need this?”
“Sooo much, Master. I’m so empty. Fill me up. Fuck me. Please fuck me,” she begged. 
I slid into her without another word and she sighed with absolute contentment. She arched her back, and she slammed her hips back into me, earning a groan of pleasure as I felt her tighten herself around me. My right hand snaked around and grabbed her tit roughly while my left entangled into her curly red hair, gripping a handful and yanking her head back.
“Fuck yes,” she screamed. I knew she liked it rough. Kyrsten loved to feel that alpha male asshole come out in her lover. To feel like she’s being taken and used. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Own me. Use me,” she mumbled as she kept pushing back into me.
“Cum for my you little bitch. Cum for me and I’ll flood your cunt with my cum,” I snarled into her ear. She obediently reached her hand in between her leg and strummed her clit furiously. She didn’t last longer than 30 seconds as she exploded in an orgasm. I increased my pace, fucking her hard and fast. Giving action and energy to the need we both felt. As she came down from her high, I grabbed her and shoved her to the ground. She whimpered sadly as my cock popped out but then, as she looked up at me, she saw me stroking my cock in my hand. She opened her mouth, pleading to me wordlessly for my cum. “No slut, close your mouth. You get to wear this,” I said. 
She bit her lip and smiled before nodding demurely. “Yes, Master. Paint me with your cum. Make me pretty for you,” she said. I was close already but her words hit me in just the right way. I exploded, covering her face in what felt like a gallon of cum. The first rope hit her across her nose and mouth, making her gasp in surprise. The second and third blast coated her forehead and chin before I squeezed out one last strand that hit her chest. I wiped my cock off on her cleavage before leaning forward and giving her a gentle kiss on her now come covered lips.
“You look beautiful,” I whispered. She shivered and smiled. Her face was a wreck but she really did look exceptionally beautiful. She was grinning from ear to ear and obviously pleased with herself. I hadn’t really noticed but her previously pale skin had already tanned up nicely in the South Florida sun. Her skin, already lightly freckled, was not covered in them though they were somehow more subtle because the difference in skin tone wasn’t as stark. “I love you,” I said for no particular reason other than it felt like the right thing to say. 
“I know. And I know everything is weird. And everything will always be weird but I love you, Jay Simpson. I’m happy to be a Mrs. Simpson in whatever form that takes. You make me happy and fulfilled and safe. What else could I possibly want?”
“Great sex and to be covered in cum?” I said, helping her to her feet. 
“Well, duh. That goes without saying, Master,” she said as she ran her tongue across her lips savoring the taste of my load. I kissed her again before reaching down for her running shorts that had been discarded haphazardly. “Why bother, Master,” she said and pulled her top off her shoulders and down her waist, revealing her large, full breasts that seemed to refuse to succumb to gravity. I’d asked her once if they were fake and I thought she was going to smack me. But you couldn’t blame me for thinking that given how perfect they looked. If it wasn’t a surgeon that sculpted them then clearly God was very interested in her physique… or maybe my libido. She looked down, following my gaze and cupped her breasts playfully. “Does Master like what he sees?” she asked with a sassy voice.
I stared at her, noting the dried cum that adorned her huge expanse of cleavage. “Very much, sweetie. Very, very much.”
She giggled then took off her shoes and socks, cramming her shorts and sports bra into her small shoes and holding them next to her. “Your turn,” she said, wagging a finger at me. I did exactly as she suggested, stripping down completely. There was a small risk that someone would come running down the path but we were only 100 yards from our private beach and we’d already taken the real risk. Surely we’d get in a lot more trouble if we’d been caught fucking on the path than just walking naked. Regardless, we hurried quickly down the sandy path and onto our beach. I’d never walked along the beach completely naked like this. At least not during the day. The girls had convinced me to try skinny dipping our first night in the house. It had been terrifying and exhilarating. This was strangely less scary. I think because I could see all around us and I knew nobody was watching. That freed me up to simply enjoy the sun beating down on our naked bodies. 
Kyrsten looked over at me, reaching for my hand and smiling. I was never going to get past that look of utter love and adoration that she had. Carly had this weird mix of submission and reverence in her that I liked. Kyrsten was border line hero worship. The way she looked at me made me stand up taller. Prouder. I felt like I could conquer the world the way she looked at me. 
“What are you thinking?” I asked.
“Just about how lucky I got. How lucky I am that these two weirdos I’m in love with are, for once, not people that are going to hurt me,” she said. Then her eyes squinted and she jokingly asked, ‘You’re not going to hurt me, right?”
“Never, my love. Never ever,” I said and gave her another kiss. 
“This whole cuckquean sharing you thing is still odd to me, you know. I mean… It’s hot as fuck. You’ve shown you can be trusted and I’m all in. Don’t get me wrong.”
“What do you mean then?” I asked.
“Well… I LOVE that you’re in love with the girls. I think it’s really neat. I’ve always been someone who thought of love as finite… like there’s only so much to go around. But you’ve taught me there’s a more… I don’t know… I guess… there’s a more generous way to love? Maybe that’s the best word.” 
I nodded, watching her as we walked, letting her find the words to tell me whatever she needed to say.
“And there is NOTHING that gets me hotter than watching you just go full on animal mode and take what you want from Carly or Victoria… or even Sasha.”
I raised an eyebrow, “Not Louise?”
She shrugged, “It’s different with her… you’re different with her. Not better or worse. Just different. You’re a little less dominant with her. A little more sweet and kind. Sometimes I get a little jealous because it’s more like the relationship I always dreamed of having with someone.”
“Kyrsten, I…” I started but she interrupted me, stopping on the beach and turning to me. She gave me a kiss full on the lips, passionately kissing me with an intensity and intent that conveyed myriad emotions.
“You idiot. I’m fine. I love that you’re worried but I don’t WANT that type of relationship anymore. I want THIS,” she said, smacking her hand between my chest and hers several times. “I WANT you to take me and use me and fuck me. I WANT you to love me in that way because it’s so much more fulfilling than any lovey-dovey relationship I’ve ever dreamed of.”
“Oh… okay,” I said. I ran my fingers through my hair, fixing the strands that were being blown in the wind. 
“What you have with Louise is wonderful. It just doesn’t get me as turned on as with the other girls because you’re not that primal, animalistic, dominant Jay Simpson that I now love.”
I nodded, confused but listening. “So what’s so confusing about this whole thing then?”
“It’s the opposite. Last night, I was sitting there thinking about your date with this girl Louise set up. I started thinking about you sitting at a restaurant, talking to her and learning about her. Wooing her before you took her back to her dorm room and made love to her. It did nothing for me. Didn’t make me jealous. Didn’t make me hot. But then my mind started to wander. I imagined you just grabbing her and slamming her into the wall. Fucking her every bit as roughly as you use Carly or Sasha.”
“Or you?” I asked.
She brushed her hair out of her eyes and nodded, “Or me. And you know what?”
I shook my head.
“My stomach was twisted into knots… and my cunt had never been wetter,” she said. She looked down and saw my cock stiffen and twitch. “You like that thought, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I said and she gave me another kiss.
“I did too. I started playing with myself and that got me more turned on. And then I started having darker and darker thoughts. Thoughts of you just utterly destroying this girl. Breaking her. Claiming her. Just going to town on her while she begged for worse and worse.” Somewhere during her speech, she’d started stroking my cock. My shaft felt like iron in her hand as she stepped closer and whispered, “I was jealous that you were being rough, cruel and dominant with some girl and I wasn’t there to see it. I imagined sitting in the corner, watching you break that dumb slut. It made me wet beyond belief. I was so slick and wet. I made Sasha come in and told her to keep me on the edge. She did that for almost an hour. I kept yelling at her that if she made me cum I’d whip her cunt… and then I imagined you doing that to your date… and then it just became this whole feedback loop…”
“Wow,” I said. I really wasn’t sure what else to say.
“When you showed up on the path today and just jumped me, it was so good. And when I came… God… it was the hardest I’ve cum in a long time. All of that pent up frustration from last night just boiled over.”
“You never came last night?”
She bit her lip and shook her head. “I don’t ever cum without you anymore, Master. If you don’t tell me to cum. I don’t cum.”
“Holy shit that’s hot,” I said.
“That’s the power you have over me, Jay Simpson. But… can I ask something?”
“What?”
“If you think one of your new conquests is going to be… you know… super kinky and like it rough… can you do something for me?”
“Let you watch?” I asked as she continued to stroke my rigid cock right there on the beach. It felt so good.
“Only if that’s what you want… no… that’s not what I was going to ask.”
“What?” I said.
“Will you tease me about it? Make me jealous. Send me a text. Call me and just say, ‘I’m destroying a new slut tonight, baby.’ Anything like that.”
“Are you sure?” I asked, looking her dead in the eye.
“Absolutely… Master,” she said in a throaty whisper. 
I smiled and gave her a kiss on the nose, “I think I can do that.”
She leaned forward and gave my cock a gentle kiss right on the head. “Good. I knew I was marrying Mr. Right.”
“You’re right though,” I said.
“What about?”
“This whole thing is so fucking weird,” I said as I took her hand and we walked back to the house. She laughed and we enjoyed the short walk back onto our deck. My cock was still rock hard. I couldn’t get the image of her using Sasha to edge for hours out of my head. The fact that she was, herself, imagining me brutally fucking some random slut just made it hotter.
I opened the door, the two of us still giggling, and we stepped into the house. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust but I heard a sudden shocked gasp and remembered that we weren’t alone… Chloe was there and, as my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I realized she was staring at my cock with a laser focus.