Transcendant Sensuality - 10

Karla set about writing the invitations the next morning as Kevin scanned the paper before leaving for work. The light, sing-song tune of Karla’s phone broke the silence.

“What have you got on for today?” Tanya’s voice came through the tiny speaker.

“He’s there? I thought he’d already left.”

“Good morning, Kevin,” Tanya offered.

“What’s going on?” Karla asked.

“And you want to know how the weekend in Chicago went, don’t you?”

“With all the details,” Karla proposed.

“Are you living vicariously through me?”

“Ted is not a strange man. You’ll have an opportunity to meet him shortly, if you’re free.”

“A Halloween weekend pajama party over here,” Karla answered. “I’m writing up the invitations now.”

“A weekend of fun and frolicking in your sexiest sleepwear. Look, why don’t we have lunch? I’ll give you the invitation for you guys. Then we can deliver the others.”

“You and Tom, of course. Jeremy and Jessica. My friend Alex. And Ted from Chicago.”

“By phone. Don’t worry. He’ll be here.”

“I am. I’m a great piece of ass. He won’t want to miss out on that. Plus, we’re arranging for his ticket and putting him up for the weekend. He’ll be here.”

“No, sweetie. He’ll stay here with us. Unless or until you take him home with you.”

“Of course it is. What did you think? Sexy PJs?”

“Why? What’s up?”

“He misses me?”

“Ya think?

“We could do that. You want to do that tonight?”

“Okay, baby,” Karla answered. “After work, though, go on over to Tanya’s. She’ll feed you and fuck you. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

“Of course you are, darling,” Karla grinned. “Kiss me g’bye and I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“I guess so,” Tanya answered with a chuckle. “You want anything special for supper?”

Tanya’s bright laugh came through the phone speaker. “I’ll see what I can do,” she replied. “Shall we fuck before dinner or after?”

“Love you, horn dog,” Tanya laughed. “See you tonight.”

“Darling, you know me. I’m always good.”

Kevin laughed and walked through the door to the garage.

“Right,” Tanya replied. “You can give me his things at lunch.”

“I will. And after lunch we can go shopping for those gold high heels Kevin wants me to wear.”

Tanya laughed. “Nothing.”

“That should do it.”

“How about Carlito’s? I hear they have marvelous Mojitos.”

“Here’s Kevin’s stuff,” Karla said, handing over a small canvas bag. “I even put a change of drawers in there in case you make him blow his load in his shorts.

“What’s going on?” Karla asked. “This is supposed to be fun.”

“Did he? What’s his deal?”

“He wasn’t thrilled with that idea?”

“Honey, you don’t need to send Tom to me for that. All you need to do is show up.”

Karla sipped her drink. “So, you can tell me. What’s really going on.”

“Why would he care what I do?”

“Geez, Tanya! What the hell? That’s screwed up!”

“Yeah, well, if he is, he’d better fix it. Is he going to my place tonight?”

“Okay. Well, that’s a good thing. I mean, it’ll give us a chance to get him back on track.”

“Of course I can. Look, we’re fun fucking, right? Nobody’s falling in love. And nobody owns anybody. I’ll square him away.”

“Well, that’s a fucking mistake. I mean, I love him, sure, just like I love you and Jasmine and Jeremy. But this is all friends with benefits. If he’s deluded himself into something else, we’ll need to get him back on the rails. We’re not doing this to screw up anybody’s relationships. The two of you belong together. He’s got to see that. I’m going to make him see that.”

“Nonsense. Look. You take Kevin tonight and do whatever you want. Screw him, make love to him, whatever. Make yourself feel better. I’m going to fuck Tom’s brains out. But there won’t be any doubt about what it is. It’s going to be hardcore fucking. He gets all lovey-dovey with me, I’ll slap the shit out of him. We’re not doing that. By tomorrow morning, he’ll have his head on straight. I promise you that.”

Karla laughed. “I can do that. I promise. I’ll stomp out any delusions he has. And if we wants any more of this, he’s going to have to get straight.”

“I know. I also know he loves you. And Kevin worships you. That’s all right with me, too. Hell, you deserve to be worshipped. But, he’s coming home to me because he knows I’m sending Tom back to you. In fact, I’ve got a devious little idea, if you’re willing to play along.”

“We’re going to make Tom crazy with desire for you.”


She heard him knock lightly.

He pushed the door open and stopped in his tracks. “Holy shit!” he said, his eyes scanning the vision from top to bottom.

“Holy crap, Karla,” he managed to croak out. “You look incredible.”

“She did?”

“Yeah,” he muttered. “I guess so.”

“Yeah, sure,” he stammered, hardly able to walk past her. She put a hand on his shoulder as he passed.

“Yeah, sure.”

“You’re shitting me,” he blurted.


“Yeah, sure. Of course.”

“All right,” he muttered.

“Call her,” she ordered softly.

“On speaker,” Karla directed.

“It went to voicemail,” he said defensively.

“You mean while she’s…”

“Good,” Karla said. “Now bring your phone, your drink and your hard-on and follow me to the bedroom.”

“Tanya may want to call you back. You have to be there for her.” She turned on her heel and sashayed sexily toward the bedroom.

“I understand you were jealous because I went to Chicago to get laid this weekend.”

“Look at my body, Tom. You see my pussy?”

“It was licked, sucked, eaten and fucked by somebody you’ve never even met. Does it look any different to you?”

“Do you want to lick, suck, eat and fuck it, too?”

“I thought you might. You need to get undressed, Tom. Before any of that, I want you to see and feel my gloves on your hard-on and to watch your cock disappear between these hot, red lips.”

“Get naked, Tom,” she ordered softly.

“You know, we’ve done this before. The first time we started in the living room. Then we did it again. That was the time I licked Kevin’s dick as he fucked Tanya. I don’t know why this should be so different. I mean, true, we haven’t fucked out of the presence of our respective spouses. But, you know, the way they were so absorbed in each other, I’m not really sure they knew what you and I were doing. But this is different, isn’t it Tom?”

“It’s different because Kevin and Tanya aren’t here. They’re at your house. So, whatever we want to do, we can do. We don’t have to be afraid they’ll see us. Is there anything you want to do that you wouldn’t if Tanya or Kevin were here?”

“That’s fine. I mean, you’ve sucked my pussy and I’ve sucked your cock. We’re going to do that again. Of course, we didn’t do a sixty-nine. We could, though, if you want. I have trouble with that, though. One of the things I learned this weekend. I like concentrating on my blowjobs. I have trouble doing that while my pussy is being eaten.”

“You’ll have to take those off, too, Tom,” she instructed, noticing the bulge his cock was making in the front. “I guess I could suck you through the fabric.” She snickered softly. “But, I really prefer the feel of the hard meat between my lips.”

Karla stepped up to him and encircled his rod with her gloved hand. “You want to kiss me before I suck you?” she teased. “I like it both ways. Ted kissed me after I sucked him. He kissed me after he came in my mouth, too. I really liked that.”

“It’s Tanya,” Karla told Kevin she retrieved the phone. “Good morning, darling.”

Kevin crumpled his paper in his lap. “Good morning, Tanya,” he called.

“He’s here,” Karla confirmed. “Tell him ‘Good morning.’”

Kevin grinned and went back to his paper.

“I just thought we could have coffee or lunch together,” Tanya replied. “It’s been over a week.”

“Of course,” Tanya laughed.


“What choice do I have? You’re the one winging away for illicit couplings with strange men.”

“Free for what?”

“A pajama party? How does that work?”

“Who’s invited?”

“How are we delivering the Chicago invitation?”

“You sound pretty sure of that.”

“Where’s he going to stay?” Tanya asked. “A hotel?”

“Oh!” Tanya replied. “It’s that kind of a party.”

“Well, that pretty much negates the reason for this call.”

“I was going to ask you to take Tom for a spin on the Karla-go-round. He’s been a bit sulky lately.”

“Geez! What a slut you are!”

“Almost as bad as me. I was going to send him to you and hoped you’d reciprocate by sending me Kevin for a night.”

“I’ve got to go to work,” Kevin announced.

“Seriously?” he replied. “I’m getting to feel like just another stud in your stable.”

He leaned down and kissed her quickly on the lips. “And I guess I’ll see you tonight,” he directed at the phone in Karla’s hand.

Kevin pressed his forefinger to his lips for a moment. “How about my goddess, naked under a robe, in gold-covered high heels?”

“How about both?” he chuckled.

Kevin leaned over and kissed Karla again. “Be good,” he directed lightly.

“See you tonight, Kevin!” Tanya called from the phone.

“I suppose I ought to pack him a toothbrush and razor,” Karla spoke into the phone.

“And you bring me Tom’s,” Karla responded.

“What do you think Tom would like me to wear?”

“How about black thigh-highs with lacy tops, some patent leather black stilettos and nothing else?”

“Where should we have lunch?”


“Here’s Tom’s,” Tanya replied, her reaction surprisingly subdued.

“I called Tom and told him to go to your house after work. He reacted badly.”

“It’s probably my fault. I told him he’d been behaving like a dick and needed to get laid so he shouldn’t bother coming home, just go to your house. He asked me what I meant. I told him he’d been sullen and moping about, and a night alone with you was just what he needed. He asked me what I was going to do, so I told him I was going to make all of Kevin’s dreams come true.”

“He accused me of sending him to you just so I could screw Kevin.”

Tanya shook her head. “I wish I’d thought of that when I was talking to Tom. He kept on and on about me wanting to fuck Kevin. I tried to tell him that the point was to get him laid by you. Me getting screwed by Kevin was just a happy coincidence. He didn’t buy it.”

Tanya sighed and looked up to the ceiling. “I think Tom’s incredibly jealous that you went off to Chicago last weekend. He’s deflecting.”

“All I know is that he was distressed about your encounter with Jeremy and Jasmine. When I told him you’d gone to Chicago with Kevin to get laid he went into withdrawal mode.”

“I know. Maybe he’s…I don’t know.”

“Yes. After he blasted me, he just said, ‘Fine. I’ll go to Karla’s tonight.’ Then he slammed down the phone.”

“You think you can do that?”

“I think he fancies himself in love with you.”

“Maybe this was a mistake, you know, starting all this?”

“You can do that?”

Tanya gave her a crooked little smile. “I know he’s a dick, right? But I do love him.”

“What’s your idea?”

“How are we going to do that?”

When Karla heard Tom’s car pull up in the driveway she positioned herself in the alcove just visible from the front door. She’d dressed as planned. She wore thigh-high black stocking with lace tops, and some five inch heels in black patent leather. On a whim, she’d added long black gloves and a silver rhinestone bracelet on her left wrist. Her hair was loosely bound and draped across her left shoulder with a black and silver comb and ribbon pushing it off her face. She’d added a black ribbon choker around her throat with a silver and rhinestone pin in the front. Her make-up had been impeccably applied. Otherwise, she was naked.

“It’s open, Tom,” she called softly.

“Hello, Tom,” she said in a hoarse whisper. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

She smiled coyly. “Your wife told me you’d like to find me like this.”

Karla nodded. “She knows you so well.”

“There’s a bottle, some ice, and glasses on the kitchen bar, Tom. Why don’t you make us a drink?”

“We’ll have our drinks and then get our little party started. Okay?”

“Just one thing,” Karla said. “I need you to call Tanya and tell her you love her while you’re looking at me.”

She shook her head gently. “You have to do it, or we won’t be able to have any fun.”

“Because I asked you to, Tom. Don’t you want to fuck me?”

“Those are my conditions, Tom.”

Tom made the drinks, pouring the sparkling brown liquid over the ice in the old-fashioned glasses. He handed one to Karla. She took it, sipped delicately, and put the glass down on the counter.

Tom took out his phone and punched a couple of buttons.

He punched another button and absently put the phone to his ear. They could hear the buzzing of the ring tone. Tanya didn’t answer. Instead, the voicemail message began.

“She’s probably already fucking Kevin. Leave a message. Tell her you love her.”

Karla nodded at him. They both heard the tone after the message. “Tanya,” he said uncertainly. “I just want to tell you that I love you. Bye.” He reached down and punched the button to end the call.

“My phone? Why?”

It was lit with candles in strategic locations. The bedcovers had been removed.

“I wasn’t jealous,” he protested softly.

He nodded.



“Jesus, Karla,” he gasped.

Tom began to strip as Karla kept up a fairly constant monologue.

“I guess,” he replied as he dropped his trousers to the floor, kicked them away, and began working on his shoes and socks.

“I don’t think so.”

Tom tossed off his T-shirt and stood clad only in his boxers. Karla took a step toward him.

Tom quickly slid the boxers down his legs and kicked them away.