Siren's Garter: Issue One August 2016 (15 page)

“
Now I know what to look forward
to.”

Benny pointed towards the wine
section, nodding and chuckling.

I found Katie, slowly walking down
the aisle, a finger on a Zinfandel. I hated watching her shop.
Always the same brand, but she had to find the
one
bottle.

“
Hey, Doll.” I grabbed her from
behind by both elbows.

Katie jumped, jabbing me in the
ribs.

“
Careful, mister,” she said. “Good
thing I know what you smell like.”

“
Otherwise?”

“
You’d get a major ass
kicking.”

“
I’d deserve it too.”

“
Yeah, for sure.” She walked away
from me, pretending to look at other wines. “So? What brings you
here, stranger?”

“
Thought I’d pick up a
Merlot.”

“
Good God, why? You know how reds
don’t agree with me.”

“
All too well. Which means more
for me.”

“
Then buy a Zinfandel while you’re
at it.”

“
You used to like Chardonnays. How
about we shake things up.”

“
I don’t want to shake. Just buy
what I want.”

“
We could go all out and get
champagne.”

“
Hmm. I’d like that. But good idea
to have zinfandel on hand too.”

“
What if I only brought cash
enough for one bottle?”

“
You have a credit card, don’t
you?”

“
Maybe.”

“
What the hell does that mean?
Have you been drinking already?”

“
Want to smell my
breath?”

“
Nope.”

“
Shucks. So one merlot. One
champagne. One… what did you want?”

I think Katie’s eye roll displaced
a tidal wave somewhere.

Hiding my goofy grin best I could,
I picked up a zinfandel and a merlot, even though I didn’t really
want the latter.

“
Funny thing,” I said. “Seems like
I bought wine yesterday. Wonder what became of that
one?”

Katie pressed her lips tight in a
straight line, her cheeks flushing rosy. “Haven’t the
foggiest.”

“
Maybe I’m just losing my mind,” I
said.

“
Must be the problem.”

I stared at her long and hard
(definitely hard, Katie tells me long too). Her tight lips relaxed,
showing a hint of white teeth, pink gums, the flush turning joyful.
She laughed.

Katie pressed a hand against my
chest. “Be a good boy,” she said. “Put those wines in the fridge
and I’ll bring home a surprise.”

“
Really?”

“
Yup.” Her hand slid down lower,
to the belt line.

“
What is it?” I
whispered.

“
You’ll like… it,” she said. “I
hope.”

“
I like everything you do,” I
said. “Except for vacuuming. That’s kind of annoying.”

Katie slapped me on the
chest.

I winked, kissed her goodbye, and
smacked her on the ass before pulling away. I mouthed the words “I
love you”, watched her do the same, and I walked away.

A million ideas sprang to mind
about her secret surprise. One idea in particular excited me the
most, but I knew I shouldn’t hope for it.

Mandy.

5

I meant to take a nap that
afternoon. Didn’t happen. Instead, I watched TV, checked email,
read the sports page, and played solitaire too many times to
count.

Finally, at six in the evening,
Katie pulled into the garage and honked the horn. When I met her,
she kicked the back door closed with her foot, planted a kiss on my
lips and shoved two bulky grocery bags into my arms.

“
Hmm, groceries,” I said. “What a
wonderful surprise.”

She lightly smacked me on the
cheek. “Put those away. The surprise is still in the
car.”

“
You’re killing me.”

“
That’s the plan.”

We turned away from each other, I
headed to the kitchen, she to the garage. I managed a sneak peak
over my shoulder, but all I could see before she slammed the door
shut again was the hood of the car and Katie’s self-assured
Cheshire grin.

I set the bags down on the counter,
much to the relief of my shoulder muscles. I took a look inside.
Spaghetti, tomato sauce, eggs, fresh fruit. Some of the makings for
dinner and breakfast. We weren’t going out anytime soon.

I sped-walked back to the door and
got there in time to see Katie with one hand extended out for the
knob.

“
Get the rest,” she said, a full
grin this time.

“
Yes, ma’am.”

I stepped out to the garage.
Somebody sat in the passenger seat of Katie’s car. Somebody with
blue-black hair and a cute face. I opened the car door. She held a
bottle of zinfandel in her lap.

“
Mandy?” I hoped my voice didn’t
sound too hopeful. Too pleading.

“
Tom,” she said. “I was about to
run away if you took much longer.”

“
I like to be timely.” I extended
a hand to help her out of the car. “One of my better
qualities.”

“
So I’ve heard.” Mandy’s palm was
warm to the touch, sweaty, and smooth like a piece of silk. I liked
her touch already.

“
What else have you
heard?”

“
Much.”

“
Like wine? To drink?”

“
Much,” she repeated. “I… uh,
drank your bottle last night. Me and Katie.”

“
Figures. Now we’ll all have to
drink even more.”

“
I could use a drink.”

“
Me too, I think.”

I picked up the rest of the
groceries from the backseat, and led Mandy into the house. She
smelled wonderful, like a girl-scented breeze that found its way
into my home. Her hips swayed with each step, back straight, lean
calf muscles stretching and knotting, the wedge sandals
clip-clopping on the hardwood floor. Mandy glanced here and there,
as if seeing the room for the first time. Probably wasn’t, if she
had secretly been here last night.

In the kitchen, Katie already had
the perishables put away and three wine glasses set out on the
island. I poured.

“
So,” I said. “How long have you
ladies been planning this?”

“
Too long,” said Katie. “I could
barely keep quiet anymore.”

“
We had something of a wager,”
said Mandy. “I lost.”

“
Oh?” I said.

“
She didn’t think I could run a
mile every morning for a month,” said Katie.

“
Sounds like a real supportive
friend.”

“
It’s not like that,” said Mandy,
hiding behind her glass, one hand reached out as if to slap me. She
held back, uncertainty in her eyes.

“
What was the nature of this
wager?”

“
Since I’d broken up with my
fiancee, we’d talked a lot. About things. Girl chat.
And…”

“
And one night,” said Katie, “she
was too intoxicated for her own good. But at least I got her to
write it down.”

Mandy blushed a deep shade of
crimson as she poked around in her handbag, finally pulling out a
piece of folded up loose leaf paper. She handed it to me, as if
passing a dirty note during school.

Pink penned handwriting scrawled
across the paper:

I, Mandy, do hereby declare that if
my bestest friend, Kaite, can run one (1) mile every morning for
one (1) month, I will suck off her husband until she is satisfied.
XOXO Mandy. P.S. I will do much more than suck him off.

The first question that came to
mind was:
Were you rooting for Katie to
win?
But I closed my mouth before I could
say that. Instead I took a sip of wine.

Every man’s dream, come true for me
right here in my home. Two women in bed. This had never happened to
me. Sure, Katie and I talked about swinging, but I kept no
illusions. I very much wanted to fuck both my wife and her best
friend, tonight, because such an opportunity doesn’t happen more
than once. By the cheery, wide-eyed, goofy grinned look Katie was
giving; I had my wife’s blessing.

“
Do you approve?” she
said.

“
Yes. Very much.” I pulled Katie
into my arms and kissed her. A light touching of lips, meeting of
tongues, and I pushed her away.

Mandy glanced away, wine glass in
hand as if she were a bored patron at a boring art gallery party,
blush coloring her tanned skin.

I took her hand. “You’re welcome to
bow out of this. We won’t tell anyone. And we won’t bring it up
again.”

“
Thank you,” she said. “But I’ve
come this far.”

“
You sure.”

Mandy nodded, her hair bobbing with
the motion. “I’ve been thinking about you since Katie first showed
me your photo.”

I pulled her closer. “I hope it was
a face shot. Maybe the one with the brown shirt?”

My wife slapped me on the shoulder.
“Don’t be an idiot.”

Mandy took a step forward, eyes
roving up and down my body. I clenched her around the waist and
drew her in the rest of the way. She kissed me. Tentatively, at
first, a fast exploration to see what would happen.

I gave her a slip of my tongue.
It’d been so long since I’d done this with another woman, other
than Katie. I wasn’t entirely sure what to do next. Mandy wrapped
her arms over my shoulders, and grabbed a fistful of my hair. I
liked where this was going. We locked tongues. I pushed her hard
against me, pressing her onto my manhood.

Mandy tilted her head back and
giggled. “I can’t believe this is happening!”

“
Last chance to say no.” I was
surprised at how husky—how growly—my voice was.

She took a sip of wine and set the
glass aside. Katie had her backside leaned against the kitchen
sink, staring at us, mischievous grin playing at the corners of her
mouth.

“
One word,” said Mandy, leaning
close again, her breasts squashed into my torso. “Yes. Just
yes.”

I grabbed her by the elbows and
turned her around, pushing her into the island. A wild expression
came over her face, eyes wide, mouth parted enough to see white
teeth, nostrils flared. We brushed lips.

I massaged her waist. Her hips.
Back up, gently cupping each breast. The kissing became harder,
wetter, passionate, like suffocating but more pleasant. I slid one
hand back downward, and parted her thighs, the soft skin
contrasting with the rough denim of her shorts.

And pressed my middle finger on top
of the sweet spot, rubbing. A primal moan escaped Mandy’s throat,
which made me press hard and faster. I couldn’t wait to get those
shorts off, could imagine the smell of her pussy, but I didn’t want
to stop kissing her.

She pushed me away, arm’s length,
her breathing savage, bosom heaving.

“
I… need…” she said. “Need to pay
my wager.”

I cupped her face in both hands.
“Upstairs in the bedroom. Pay it in full.”

Mandy reached up and kissed me once
more. I took her by the hand, and my wife in the other hand, and
led them upstairs.

Now I was sort of clear headed, I
was entirely uncertain if I could keep up tonight.

6

By the time we reached the bedroom,
Katie already had her top off and her shorts unzipped, and left her
clothes in a trail. All that remained was black lacy lingerie and
an ankle bracelet.

The bedroom was dark with the
curtains pulled tight. Had I known about the company, I’d have left
the floor lamp on. Instead, I reached into the darkness, felt
around along the wall, and nearly knocked the lamp down trying to
find it.

The light was enough to see with,
not enough to read in. The king size bed was made, covers and a
quilt pulled up tight underneath three pillows. The duvet wasn’t
put on, nor were the decorative pillows Katie liked.

She meant business
tonight.

Katie and I pulled the covers down,
exposing the satin sheets underneath. Mandy leaned against the
door, watching us.

“
You can’t chicken out on me now,”
said Katie. She grasped Mandy by the hands and yanked her friend
into the room.

“
I’m not chickening out,” said
Mandy. “I’m assessing the situation.”

“
For what?”

“
Predators, maybe.”

“
Girl, we’re the predators
here.”

The women approached me, slow as if
in a bad horror movie where the monster can’t run for some
unexplained reason. My heart pounded, thudding in my chest and
throat and head.

Watching the women circle me, like
a pack of wolves coming in for the kill.

Both sets of eyes roamed up and
down. Devouring me.

Katie yanked off my belt. In a
second my pants were undone.