Double Booked: Part 4

With a laugh I slip out of Daisy’s arms and back to the stove to uncover my Cacciatore and take one final taste. “Hold onto that appetite.” I say, pleased with the results of my taste test. “You’re not going to want to miss this.”

Leaning around my arm to take in a whiff of the pan of gently simmering sauce Daisy hums. “Mmmmm! Smells scrumptious.”

“Won’t be long now.”

“Just in time.” Rosemary smacks her lips with obvious hunger. Rising from her stool she reminds us of just how tall she was. Even though she was no longer in heels she still towered over the pair of us. Taking my glass, the only one with anything left in it, she dumps the contents into the sink then moves our three wine glasses to the dining table. She then swings through the kitchen to pull another bottle of red wine from the pantry along with grabbing a cork screw.

“Oh, I don’t know if we need anymore to drink.” I say.

“Nonsense.” Rosemary swats away my gentle push back. “A fine meal deserves a fine vino.” Displaying the bottle she says. “A 2013 Napa Cab from my own cellar. It should be peaking right about now. If you liked that one, Daisy…” She nods to the empty bottle on the counter as she cuts and peels the foil from the top of the new bottle. “…then hold onto your tits because this’ll blow your damn mind.”

“Pfft!” Slapping her hands over her petite boobs Daisy titters. “Lay it on us, Rosey!”

With a smirk Rosemary begins to turn the corkscrew.

“Are you sure you don’t want to save that for a special occasion or something?” I say. “It sounds expensive.”

“Why, Jeffrey. It is your honeymoon.” She carefully pours the three goblets then place the bottle in the center of the table uncorked. “I would say that counts as a special occasion.”

“It sure does.” Daisy smiles.

“Consider it my wedding gift.”

“Ooo, it must be good.”

“Now if you’ll excuse me.” In a steady gait that belied having consumed half the bottle of wine we just finished and an entire one to herself before our return she strides across the room toward the washroom, pausing at the island to take a final pull of her cigarillo before butting it out. Just before entering the loo she turns back to us and holds up a finger. “No sipping now, Daisy. Wait for it to open up.”

Her sweet voice expressing the innocence of an angel my wife crosses her heart. “I promise.”

With that Rosemary disappears into the washroom. She swings the door closed behind her but does not actually latch it, leaving a tiny sliver of space between the door and the frame. Who does that amongst company?

“She is so weird.” I whisper. “I can’t believe we’re stuck out here with…her.”

“Yeah.” Daisy chuckles. “But I think I’m starting to like her.”

“You are?”

“She’s different. She just…says what’s on her mind. What a character.”

“She’s weird.” I repeat. “So bitchy and bossy.”

“She’s certainly a big personality.”

“All the black. All those piercings.”

With a sly smirk she asks. “You think she has other piercings?”

After a moment’s thought I say. “Probably.”

“He he he. I think so too. I wonder how many, and where.”

“That way she looks at us. Like we’re two inches tall.” I say. “It’s…distracting.”

“Here I thought you were distracted by her humongous tits.”

“Pbsst!”

With a laugh she pats my bottom. “I saw you peeking. Naughty hubby.”

“N-No! I was just…”

“Jeff.” She rubs my back. “It’s okay. They’re hard not to look at.”

“I wasn’t peeking.” I mumble. “And why doesn’t she want to share personal information? Is she hiding something?”

“Maybe.” Daisy says. “I think the mystery is kind of exciting.”

“Exciting?”

“Think about it. She might be some kind of eccentric billionaire or something.”

“I don’t think billionaire’s dress like that. You ever see a goth billionaire?”

“Ooo! Maybe she’s a billionaire’s Mistress or Domme or something. Ha! Imagine?”

“If you’re right, former Mistress.” I glance toward the washroom door. “I can see why he left her.”

“She’d be a handful for any man, no doubt.”

As Daisy pulls down some plates I turn to face her. “You know…I can start smoking a pipe. If you want.”

She looks at me with the most perplexed expression. “What on Earth are you talking about?”

“You said you missed the smell. I could…I dunno, from time to time.”

With the most benevolent smile she shakes her head. “You? A pipe? You would hate it.”

“Okay.” My voice goes softer. “Is it true? What she was saying about…men. Is that what women really think about us?”

“Baby.” With a tender touch she strokes my temple. “You’re being silly again.” Tapping my forehead she says. “Get out of there you nasty little gremlins. Leave my baby alone.”

“Sorry.” I smile back.

“If you need something to distract you…” She grabs me and pulls herself into me. “…think about how your wife is gonna rock her man’s world as soon as I get him into bed.”

“Oh!” I gasp. “B-But…she might hear us.”

“He he he.” She taps at my lips as she presses her nubile body into mine. “Then we’ll just have to be quiet, won’t we? He he he. You know I like a challenge.”

“Yeah. Quiet.”

“Like we’re doing it with the folks in the next room. He he he!”

“Naughty!”

“Mmm.” She shivers with lust then twirls a finger through my hair. With a sulty purr she whispers. “First I am going to suck your toes.”

“My toes!?”

“Mm hm.” She nods. “And then I’m going to…”

Just then the sound of water splashing inside of porcelain echoes out of the washroom.

“Pffft!” Daisy covers her mouth to contain her giggles as she turns toward the noise. “What the heck is she doing!? It sounds like…” She titters. “…you know, but louder!”

“Is she pouring something down the toilet?”

“He he he!”

“Weird.” I mutter. “So weird.”

When Rosemary reappears she pauses a moment to look at the pair of us for a few second longer than comfortable, perhaps somehow sensing that we’d just been getting frisky. “Hmm.” Neither Daisy or I are surprised when she takes her seat at the table in the full expectation that she would be served. Daisy doesn’t seem to mind one bit as she lays out the plates and begins dishing out the food while I cut the crusty bread beside her. As we work she shoots me an amused look. Something about us working as a team like some private chef and maid she was finding fun. Soon the meal is served and we settle in around the table with me across from Rosemary and Daisy to my left.

“To making the best of a bad situation.” Daisy raises her glass. “And making new friends.”

“Cheers.” Rosemary and I clink our glasses.

“Mmmm!” Daisy hums as the silky, smooth cab glides across her palate. Across the table Rosemary’s eyes close as she savors the sumptuous drink. Smacking her lips loudly Daisy reports. “Tasty! Although…I think I liked the other one better if I’m honest.”

This elicits an unamused rise of Daisy’s pierced brow. “Oh, Daisy. Please tell me you are joking.”

“Mm.” My wife shrugs. “I’m more of a spritzer kind of girl honestly.”

Rosemary just stares a moment before shaking her head and looking to me. “And you?”

“Oh, uh.” I take a big sniff of the drink then run my tongue around my mouth. As I focus on the rich flavors and layers aroma I swirl my glass and study what the dark ruby liquid was telling me. “Perfect balance of oak. Opens up gently but…then that big burst of blackberry. And that plum note at the end…wow. Wow. It’s the best wine I’ve ever tasted.”

Again our dinner companion stares, this time with a smile slowly spreading across her lips. “That good?”

“In my opinion. But I’m no expert.”

“Huh.” One great flavor experience is traded for another as Rosemary slices some flesh from one of the chicken thighs on her plate then uses it to scoop up a bunch of sauce and pops it into her mouth. As she begins to chew her eyes widen.

I smile. “It’s the best I could do outside my own kitchen and garden.”

“Ohhh, Jeffrey!” She lets out an almost orgasmic moan. “Ohhh!”

Daisy and I giggle. We’d experienced this many times before. Surprising guests with my culinary chops and seeing their joy always brought a smile to my face.

“Jeff is a wizard in the kitchen.” She takes my hand and gives it a squeeze. “He’s the best.”

Hastily scooping up another bite Rosemary’s gray eyes roll back. “Mmm!” After swallowing it down she points at me with her fork. “Now I see why you keep him around. My God.”

My wife chuckles. “It’s certainly a nice bonus.”

The three of us begin eating in earnest. Over supper the sparse conversation focuses on more mundane matters. We speculate on how long the road would be closed, whether they might have to come rescue us with a chopper or seaplane, and just how self-contained this cabin really was.

On that last topic I put the ladies’ minds at ease. “With or without the road it shouldn’t matter for this place. I’ll take a look at the generator and power bank and stuff after dinner.”

“Thank you, baby.”

“Of course.”

“Mmm.” After running her last bit of bread around her plate to swipe up every last hint of sauce Rosemary washes down her final bite with a drink of wine. “Tres bien! Jeffrey, that was spectacular.” With my mind abuzz in an alcohol high I cannot hide my proud grin. “A four star meal here in the middle of nowhere, I never would have believed it. With a couple of twiggys like you I thought I’d be eating rabbit food tonight.”

“We’re naturally skinny.” I say.

“And we stay active.” Daisy says, the slur in her voice now obvious. “He he he.” She looks at me, her hazy eyes full of amorous intent. “Very active.”

“Daisy!” I giggle.

“Mmm.” Placing her elbows on the table she intertwines her fingers together then rests her chin upon them as she watches us. “The pair of you are…adorable.”

There was that word again. Just then I feel a playful foot glide up my right calf. “He he he! Daisy!”

She titters. “What?”

“Nothing.” I wink.

“Must be a hell of a thing.” Rosemary says, paying our giggles no mind.

“What’s that Roshey?”

“Both of you being bottoms.” She says. “I cannot imagine what your love life must be like.”

It takes us five full seconds to register what she’d just said. “PFFFT!” Daisy sputters. “Rosemary!”

She smiles. “Am I wrong?”

“That’s none of your business!” Daisy says. “And Jeff is no bottom.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“No way, no how! My baby is alllll man.”

“Is this true, Jeffrey?” Rosemary croons, her eyes still locked on my wife. “Are you all man? Hmm?”

“Well, I…” Just then Daisy pushes back in her chair to sit more casually. In her new position I could see both of her legs…and yet that foot continued rubbing up and down the side of my calf! “…I…I…I…” Slowly Rosemary’s powerful gaze glides back to me. We lock eyes and in that moment her foot slides from outer calf to inner. Holding me in her gaze the foot drifts higher…higher…past the knee… The instant my penis twitches I bolt up to standing a position causing the plates and silverware to clatter. “I-I-I should go check on that generator! Before it gets too late!”

“Geez!” Daisy startles at the abrupt sound and movement.

“Something the matter, Jeffrey?” Rosemary says in a voice as luscious as the wine still coating my tongue.

“N-No. I-I-I just want to make sure everything is okay.” I was already at the door pulling on my shoes and jacket. “I’ll be right back.”

Before I knew it I was outside and making for the nearest out building. My sodden shoes splash through the muck and puddles. Though the storm had broken the steady rain showed no signs of letting up. Not that I would have noticed a hurricane in this moment. My tipsy mind only half registering what I was doing I check on the various bric-a-brac of our self-sustaining household. As I do so all I could think about were those intense gray eyes boring into my soul.

Rosemary was coming onto me!

***

Just ten minutes later I am ducking back into the house. Had my wife not been in here alone with this stranger I would still be out in the rain, but as I recalled the strange, lingering way Rosemary would sometimes look at my spouse I felt safety in numbers was a wise course of action.

To my surprise the stereo was on and Daisy was in the middle of the living room swaying to the Boyz II Men classic ‘I’ll Make Love to You’ as Rosemary relaxed on the sofa cigarillo in one hand and the last of the wine in the glass in her right. I feel that flutter inside again as I see the way Rosemary was watching my wife dance.

“Uh…” I say as I peel out of my coat and shoes. “…what’s going on in here?”

“Just relaxing after a fine meal.” Rosemary takes a draw then blows a billowing plume of smoke into the air above her. She glances my way. “Everything okay, Jeffrey?”

“Yeah. We’re good.” I say. “I thought you didn’t want any music?”

“That was then. This is now.” She sighs, sinking lower into the sofa. “Come join us. Relaaaax.”

Daisy spins my way, wobbles a moment, then holds out her beckoning hands. “Dance with me, lover?”

I glance Rosemary’s way, a bit embarrassed. I quickly find my courage again in my wife’s sparkling green eyes.

“Always.”

Walking to my wife I take her into my arms and pull her close. Her arms around my waist and mine around her shoulders we begin to sway. The pair of us could really cut a rug when out with our swing dance club but no fancy step we’d learned could compare to this simple, slow sway. Her lithe, soft flesh felt good against my body as it always did. Now more than ever. I wasn’t embarrassed anymore. I was glad she could see us. Seeing how truly in love we were surely Rosemary would think twice about coming onto me again.

“Mmmm.” Daisy lays her head on my shoulder as we dance the song away, the pattering rain only adding to the romantic tune.

We continue our dance through the few seconds and into the opening of the next R&B classic when I feel a tap on my shoulder. Daisy and I open our eyes to see Rosemary looming beside us.

“May I cut in?” She asks, her tone uncharacteristically soft and polite.

“Oh!” Daisy laughs. “Well…I suppose so. You don’t mind, do you baby?”

“Uh…sure.” I say nervously. “Yeah. It’s just a dance.”

Reluctantly I loosen my embrace of my wife. Stepping back from her I turn toward Rosemary, already thinking about how I would lead a partner so much larger than myself. To my surprise and Daisy’s it wasn’t me she was cutting in for. Taking my slender wife in her arms she pulls her into her voluptuous body.

“Oo!” Daisy peeps as she is suddenly staring into Rosemary’s cleavage. “Me!?”

“You were looking so fine I just had to take a turn.”

With that Daisy takes the lead and pair begin to dance. Suddenly feeling like the extraneous third wheel of the situation I stand there for a bit feeling like a dope before fading back to sit on the nearby chair. That little flutter in my tummy turns into quiver as I sit and watch another slow dance with my wife. Rosemary was not as graceful nor as practiced as I was but she takes control and leads the much smaller woman with confidence. At first Daisy was a bit weirded out by the unexpected dance partner but with Rosemary’s bold lead and the alcohol suppressing her inhibitions she soon finds her groove again.

It was almost surreal watching them in silence as a riot of different emotions went wild inside of me. There was anger and bitterness and confusion and curiosity. Standing head and shoulders above the other feelings however were the most unlikely duo of jealousy and…arousal. Mesmerized, I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Daisy’s tight sexy body, Rosemary’s full womanly figure, the way they pressed tight together, the way Rosemary held her hand on Daisy’s hip just above her ass, the way Daisy’s small hand looked so small over Rosemary’s big booty, the way Daisy chin was nearly nestled between Rosemary’s breasts, the way my wife smiled up at her larger than life partner, the way that partner looked down on her, and the way their bodies moved as one in a sensual sway…all of it was doing things to me I couldn’t even describe. Despite the alcohol and without any kind of special pill there was a forbidden passion growing in my loins.

So transfixed was I that it is jarring when Daisy suddenly stops and breaks their rhythm. Her brows furrow in an expression of total confusion. She looks down for a long moment and every so subtly rocks her hips back and forth then slowly back up again, her eyes now as wide as saucers. “Rosemary?” She whispers. “What…is…that?”

Part 5