Their conversation was interrupted by Doc returning with the wine.
“Hey girls, are you up to no good?” He put the bottle down on the coffee table in front of them. I could see him through the screen and took a step back, hoping he really couldn’t see me.
“There he is,” Mrs. B said warmly. “What did you bring us?”
“Are you two trying to get me drunk?” Dani laughed.
“If we did, would you let us take advantage of you?” Doc grinned.
“Probably,” Dani replied coyly.
I walked back down the hill with the water pitcher and poured it over the fire, listening to it hiss as it went out. Janie and Henry were in the tent watching Lord of the Rings, the screen zipped up against the onslaught of mosquitos. I didn’t join them. Instead, I went into my own tent, curling up on my comfortable air mattress and zipping my mosquito netting closed. I just wanted a half an hour to myself. Between the Baumgartners’ guests and the Baumgartners’ kids, I’d been in “entertainment” mode for two days.
I stretched out and looked through the “moon roof” of my tent-really, it was the Baumgartners’ tent-up at the stars. I thought of Ronnie and wondered, if we were still “together,” if she would have taken advantage of tonight to be with Vince. I wondered if Dani’s two men, her husband and her lover, knew that she was going to spend the night in the Baumgartners’ bed.
Not that any of it was my business. Ronnie’s life wasn’t a part of mine anymore. I’d called her a few times, but she hadn’t returned my calls. And the Baumgartners-well, they had their right to privacy. If they both wanted to sleep with another woman, they were adults. Lots of people had open marriages. It didn’t bother me. I wasn’t one to judge.
What bothered me was how shocked Mrs. B had been when Dani hinted that the Baumgartners might be sleeping with me. Why had she denied it so vehemently? I mean, what she said was true-they weren’t sleeping with me. They’d never even hinted at wanting to. Which was another thing that kind of bothered me. I mean, not in a real way. It wasn’t a big deal. But they had seduced Ronnie, hadn’t they?
What was wrong with me?
I guess that’s what I was really thinking about as I looked up at the stars, just before I fell asleep. At least, that’s the last thing I remembered thinking about before Henry crawled into my tent. I heard the mosquito net zipper and grabbed the flashlight, shining it on him, relieved. I figured it was only one of the kids, but a momentary fear of an ax-wielding serial killer had flitted through my brain.
“What’s up?” I asked, directing the light to the tent wall and out of his eyes.
“Janie fell asleep.” He made a face. “She’s snoring and drooling all over her pillow. It’s gross.”
“Oh no, you’re not sleeping in here.” I shook my head. “Don’t even think about it.”
“No, I just want my iPod,” he reminded me. “So I can put on my earphones and listen to music.”
I sighed, digging my phone out of my shorts pocket and checking the time. It was almost one in the morning. Surely the Baumgartners’ guest had gone back to her hotel room? She wouldn’t stay over until morning, of course. The Baumgartners were too careful for that. They didn’t even have a guest room anymore, since I’d moved in.
“Okay,” I agreed. “You stay here. I’ll be right back. Do not come up to the house for any reason, you understand me?”
“Got it.” He gave me the Boy Scout salute again.
I crawled out of the tent. The grass was damp on my bare feet as I made my way to the house. The French doors were closed now, but they weren’t locked. I peeked inside, listening, but didn’t hear anything.
If my luck held out, I could get down the hall to Henry’s room and back out without anyone knowing I’d ever been in the house. I went through the family room, into the kitchen. There were dishes still on the sink, including several wine glasses and two empty bottles of wine. I tiptoed past the stairs, down the hall toward the kids’ bedrooms. Henry’s was on the left, past the bathroom. I found his iPod and headphones next to his bed and grabbed it, putting it in my pocket before heading back down the hall again.
I was passing the stairs, heading toward the kitchen, when I heard them.
I should have kept going. In fact, I told myself that very thing. Keep going. Henry’s waiting. Don’t do this. But I did it anyway. I couldn’t seem to help myself. I turned and climbed up the carpeted stairs, avoiding the creaky fourth one. I’d lived there long enough now to know about the house’s little quirks.
What do you think you’re doing?
My brain was going wild, telling me to turn back, that I was risking my job and my future. I knew this was just plain crazy. But I peeked around the corner, seeing the Baumgartners’ door part way open. And I could hear them, even from here. I could hear their moans. The clear and unmistakable sound of sex.
“Oh God, Dani, yes!” That was Mrs. B. “Lick it! Yes! Yes!”
I needed to go. The kids were outside by themselves. I had more visions of an ax-wielding serial killer fly through my brain. But now I had other visions too-spurred by auditory cues. Doc groaning. Mrs. B moaning. Dani crying out. I bit my lip, squeezing my legs together like I had to pee-trying to hold back my own desire. Trying to fight against it.
But it was no use.
I crawled on my hands and knees down the hall on the thick carpet, trying to keep my heart from hammering right out of my chest. I’d spent some time talking with the “adults” before they went to dinner the night before, and I had to admit, while Mason was a big, strong, strapping man and Nico just exuded sex from every pore, it was Dani I couldn’t take my eyes off of. She was a tall woman, with long, dark hair, big dark eyes, and the longest legs I’d ever seen. Stunning was the word for Dani. She took your breath away when she walked into a room.
That’s what compelled me. At least that’s what I told myself as I crept down the hallway, listening to them having sex. I’d heard Doc and Mrs. B having sex since that first night but I’d been a good girl. I just rolled over and went back to sleep. But I had to admit I was curious. I just wanted one glimpse. Mrs. B in the flesh. Doc’s cock-she praised it often enough during sex, I just wanted to see for myself. And Dani. Perfect Dani. They’d been talking about her for weeks and now I understood why.
Was I jealous? Maybe a little. But I was more than a little curious. I had to see. So I kept going forward, risking everything, knowing if I got caught, it was all over. The door was ajar, but not open. I stopped just outside of the slant of light, sitting back on my heels, knees open, holding my breath. They were still going at it. And now, I could see what they were doing.
It was just like my fantasy, like Doc’s, the one he’d detailed to Mrs. B that night. Dani had her ass up in the air-a beautiful ass, slim legs, a long torso, back arched-and her face buried between Mrs. B’s spread, tanned thighs. Doc was behind Dani, fully erect, but he hadn’t entered her. Not yet. His fingers moved up and down her slit. She was shaved. I could see that much.
Okay, you’ve seen, now go!
But I didn’t go. I couldn’t tear my gaze from the scene in front of me, all that glorious skin, the sound and scent of their pleasure. I could even smell their sex and it made my panties even wetter. I leaned over a little, trying to see beyond Dani’s dark head. I wanted to see all of Mrs. B-although everything I could see was mouthwatering. Her breasts were heavy, nipples fat and dark, her skin all-over tanned. Her mouth was open, head back, eyes closed.
I realized they were too busy to notice me, or anything else, for that matter.
“Put it in her, baby,” Mrs. B whispered, focusing long enough to meet Doc’s eyes over Dani’s head. “Do you want his cock, Dani?”
I was looking at Doc’s cock and I couldn’t imagine Dani would say no. It wasn’t Mr. Monster Porn size, but it was quite respectable. And the man it was attached to was quite fine.