Free Agents

My wife, and Joy2x are still here with me. I am pulled out of my fearful reverie by my wife who is speaking again, … so though I will be with you alone now, this morning, from now on you will sleep with Joy2x. I will be with Noime tonight. If you want Noime too, you need to bring me more girls.

So what part of marriage is left, Ann?

Give me room Lewis. I need time to figure this out.

Huh, OK. How does Noime feel about this?

We haven’t told her.

I think you had better. Do not tell her I agree, because, fundamentally I do not, though I will not stop you.

I see. OK, I guess I needed to hear that. What if Noime does not agree?

That is exactly what I expect to happen. And I do not know what you will do.

Joy2x is beside herself. Wait! Ann, tell her it is only for two or three days and Boss, you agree to that short term agreement. I will make sure that it does not need to last longer than that!

I looked squarely at Joy2x. How?

I have an idea. Don’t worry. I will take care of it.

How?

Be patient, Boss! Trust me!

Trust me? Huh, that’s what used car salesmen say as they are screwing you! Damn. This whole deal sucks. My wife is leaving me while not leaving at all and my lesbian Mistress is telling me to cool it. Is there anything right with this picture?

Wife, is your pussy not tender from last night?

You mean last night and this morning? Yes, I am.

So there is no way I want to bed you right now.

But I want…

Yes, I know what you want. We will all be together tonight. We can fit four in our bed. You will be with me and Noime and Joy2x this evening. That is not open for negotiation. That is what will happen.

Yes, Husband.

Good decision, Boss.

Thank you both. Now, please, no more craziness today!

I walk off and toward Noime's bedroom where the two girls are hanging out. Gina, it is time for you to go home sweetheart.

But as Gina is in the process of acknowledging me, Joy2x speaks from behind me. Little One, we need to talk for a few minutes before you go. Come to Uncle’s bedroom.

Sige, sige¹ Ate.

I turn around to look at Joy2x and get a kiss along with, It’s OK, Boss, just girl talk!

Huh, I bet. Oh well, I go back to my computer and return to my journal writing.

The rest of the day, my wife treats me in a way that I guess I have not seen since we first dated. My best guess is that she feels as out of control as much as I feel the marriage is in jeopardy. Neither of us wants to be the cause of a blow up. Mid-afternoon Noime comes to me. Uncle, have I done something wrong?

Why do you ask?

Tita is acting weird.

You have done nothing wrong, Noime. Nothing at all. Tita is trying to work out a problem and she is just distracted. That is all.

OK, Uncle. Thank you.

It’s OK… Noime, we will all be together tonight. All four of us. OK?

Wow, really? Uncle? Do you love Teacher?

I don’t know, little one, I don’t know.

Why?

Well, do you understand that Teacher can only love girls?

Truly?

Yes.

Huh. That’s weird, Uncle. I love both men and women! I know she prefers woman to have sex, but why can’t she love both?

I do not know. I think Teacher may not know either.

I am confused, Uncle. Why she not know?

Noime, do you know why you can love both?

What do you mean?

Little one, you don’t have any idea what allows you to love both and I bet Teacher does not know why she can only love girls.

This is confusing Uncle!

Yes it is. It is for me too.

My wife and Joy2x leave for the market and are gone most of the afternoon. Noime takes a tricycle to Gina's house for the afternoon and returns for supper. I write some of this down, answer emails, and just surf the web. A week previously we had invited two couples over for dinner and this was the night, so by 4:30 the groceries have been purchased and the cooking is underway. When we had issued the invitation, we had assumed the maid would be here. Now she is not, and for the life of me I do not see how we can keep her anymore.

Supper is a noisy distraction. Instead of the male/female seating patterns by couple as it is done in the USA, here, the men sit on one end of the table and the women on the other. When expats get together, it is impossible to keep politics out of the conversation. I hate it because the differences in political leanings seem to be amplified here and so there is always the potential for ugliness. Never the less, even when it is jovial, if the expats are from the USA, it is politics. I try to moderate it when we send out the invitations by including an expat from Greece as well as an American expat. It just makes matters more complicated as we are now into international politics! Oh, good grief. Arguments about Suleiman, the Ottoman Empire, Bosnia, Cyprus, Macedonia, the Slav's and the nature of national identity as a function of racial identify, are all given a good airing. By the time we usher our guest out of the door I am exhausted.

The dishes still need to be cleaned and the kitchen set aright. That takes another hour and by then we are all tired. We will sleep together but this night there will be no other activities. There are times when real life intrudes on the agendas we have. This is one of those times. Still when we get to bed, I find myself between Joy2x and Noime with my wife on the other side of Noime. What does that tell you?

Monday comes early and it being a school day, there are bodies in motion long before I have access to the shower. By the time I have completed the three S's, both Joy2x and Noime are gone from the house. My wife is cleaning the house from top to bottom and clearly unhappy to be doing so without the assistance of the maid. We chat briefly as the work continues. Regardless of the fact that the maid is missed, neither of us think we can have her return. Things at home are far too unusual now for that. How that will be remedied is clearly a matter of concern. I offer to help clean and am told in no uncertain terms that I cannot clean in a manner up to her standards and that it will be best if I just stay out of the way. On any normal day that would not have been an unexpected response. I had just thought that as this is an unusual situation, she might relent. She does not and soldiers on. Monday is a 'cleaning' day and she will do it.

I text an expat friend and arrange to meet at a Mall for coffee. I need some fresh air and time out. Things having gone sideways, I am unclear about where I stand. It seems to me that I have gone from the center, orchestrating the action to fulfill my dreams, to a prop for the needs of others. Yes, I am promised females to fuck, but not the females I want to fuck! At least not my wife and maybe not Noime either, though I suspect I can hold on to the little one for now. But for how long will that be? This is a mess.

Traffic, as it normally is in the city, is light. I park at the Mall close to its morning opening hour. Never the less, as I walk in, the mall is already teeming with people, mostly females. Normally I don't pay much attention to the crowds, except to be polite and navigate through to my destination. This day is different. Feeling adrift, I am looking at faces, at figures, at dress. I do so not for any particular objective in mind, but I am looking. Many females are not going to rock anyone's world. But there were plenty who as far as looks go, have the potential. As I smile at them, I get plenty of smiles in return. But I keep on walking to the coffee shop. Once there - and noting my friend has yet to arrive - I order a drink and sit down to wait, both for my friend and for the drink to be made and delivered to my table. But before the drink arrives, my cell phone buzzes. My friend is now reporting that something has come up and he will not make it. That is definitely how my day is going when the girl delivers my drink.

Here you are, Sir. Sir? Is everything OK?

Yes, yes, everything is fine thank you. Why did you ask?

Sorry, sorry Sir. You have a look in your face. I sorry, Sir.

No, no need to be sorry. I was just thinking. So… what is your name?

Maddie, Sir. May I ask yours?

Lewis, I am Lewis, Maddie.

Nice to meet you, Lewis.

Nice to meet you, Maddie.

You alone here, Lewis?

You mean alone in the Philippines?

Yes, I guess.

Not officially, Maddie. I am married, but my wife thinks she prefers others to me. So I am now half alone maybe.

I do not understand, Lewis.

I laugh. How does one explain it? Maddie, I am married but I see others. Why do you ask?

Maybe you want girlfriend?

Huh, how old are you, Maddie?

Eighteen, Sir.

You are eighteen now? I ask this because sometimes you are told the age they will be next birthday, or the birthday after that!

Yes, Sir.

Why do you want an old man for a boyfriend?

Why you ask that, Sir? You are not old.

Are you a virgin, Maddie?

Sir, that is private! Why you ask?

Maddie, do you understand that if you become a girlfriend to a man like me, you will not be a virgin anymore?

Yes, Sir. I know. It’s OK. You want?

I must digress for a bit here. If you are reading this journal of mine, and if you do not live in the Philippines, this may sound farfetched. Trust me, it isn't. I typically ignored those around me so as not to attract just this type of invitation. The problem is that if you do hook up with a girl just this way, it is not for an hour or a day. She will expect you to always be her boyfriend. So you had damned well better be sure you want the girl. Maddie is a lovely young girl. Nothing sticks out as not belonging. She is neither very light nor very dark. Her straight hair is in a bun that the store evidently requires. Her complexion is perfect, her face open, pretty and happy. Her figure is trim but not painfully skinny. Her breasts are smaller than my wife's and she probably stands 4’9” barefooted.

Maybe I want. I do not know you enough, Maddie. Maybe you do not want me! Maddie, maybe I am a bad man.

No, Sir, I know you are not bad.

Oh you are sure? Maddie, do you have a younger sister?

Why you ask, Sir?

Just answer, Maddie.

Yes, Sir, I do.

How old is she, Maddie?

Fifteen, Sir.

Is she as pretty as you are?

Yes, I think she is very pretty.

So, Maddie, I will take you as a girlfriend if I have your sister as a girlfriend too. And Maddie, I will make love to both of you.

Why you want that!?

See I am bad, Maddie! Now, do you still want to be my girlfriend?

Why you want two?

Because one is not enough! Maybe two is not enough.

I do not believe man needs more than one!

Well, I do.

You be good to us?

If you do as I say, yes, I will be good to you and your sister.

OK, I talk to my sister.

Do you have a picture of your sister?

On my phone, Sir, you want to see her?

Yes.

Just a second, Sir.

She fumbles a bit with her smartphone of Chinese manufacture and produces the pic of a sweet pretty girl.

I look back up at Maddie, Good, I will stop by here in a few days to hear her answer.

Give me your cell number, Sir!

Not until I hear the answer about your sister. If it is yes, then you get my number.

OK, Sir, stop by tomorrow OK?

OK.

Sir, I get off in an hour.

Where do you go then?

Home normally, Sir.

You want to be with me today?

Yes, Sir.

If you come with me, I will get a hotel room for us. You want that?

You be gentle with me?

Yes.

You understand we are not boyfriend and girlfriend yet?

Yes, but maybe you will want to be after that!

Give me your number, Maddie. And she does. Following which she goes back to work and I consume the drink in front of me before taking my leave. I am free to do this. I have been freed to find other girls by my wife just this morning. There is no reason to not do this. Why am I hesitant? I drag my feet for a while, walking about the Mall, before driving to a hotel and securing a room for two nights.

Driving back to the Mall I am still unsure if I should go forward with Maddie. I park and walk into the Mall, still unsure. Purchasing some KY at the Mall pharmacy I am not sure I will be using it. Standing in front of her place of employment I wonder if it might not be smarter to just walk away. But I don't walk away and eventually she comes out the door, takes my hand in hers, looks up and says, I’m ready, Sir. Where we going?

Maddie holds me tightly as we walk through the Mall and out to my car. She says not a word as we drive off and toward the hotel. I have already checked in and viewed the room previously. So with key in hand I lead eighteen-year-old Maddie to her destiny. She will enter a sweet virgin. She will exit something else entirely.

Maddie's uniform is a short brown dress with gray piping at some of the seams and two inch heels. I unzip the back of her dress. Dropping it down, Maddie steps out of it. Her padded bra is pink. Her bikini panties are red. There is no slip. Still in her heels, I undo the bun her hair is in and allow it to drop. It comes down to the middle of her back, straight and shiny black. I turn Maddie around and take her in my arms. I kiss her. She kisses back with enthusiasm, her hands going around the back of my neck. While kissing her, I undo her bra clasp and the bra hangs loose between us, trapped by our embrace and suspended by Maddie's outstretched arms with hands clasped behind my head.

I reach up for her left breast with my right hand and encompass the entire feminine orb in that hand. Maddie pulls my head into her lips tighter. I lift the girl onto the bed forcing through the process a relinquishment of the lip lock. She is now on her back with the bra draped over her middle. I take her bra from her and slide my hand over to her hips, curling my fingers under the band of her panties, relieving Maddie of those as well. She was now a lovely young nude, laying and awaiting me.

I kneel down at the edge of the bed, grab her legs and slide her bottom down so that it is at the edge of the bed, I lift her legs up and draped them over my shoulders. Lowering my head I take my first taste of her pussy. The taste is fresh, even after all that day's work. Her moans indicate that she is enjoying my attentions. This being Maddie's first time, I determine to go slow and give her something to really remember. I continue to work her pussy by mouth and play with her breasts manually. She gives every indication that she loves it and I continue for a good ten or fifteen minutes.

I will teach her to give head another day. Today I am going to take her cherry. I pull Maddie up and tell her to undress me. She giggles as she does this. She lowers my briefs, which requires being pulled out a bit to get over my engorged member, and she gasps a bit. I am not that big, but Maddie looks up and asks if all that is going into her. I smile and stroked her hair.

Putting her back on the bed, I anointed her pussy and my member with some KY jelly. Missionary style I position myself over Maddie. My hand on my cock, I move it forward and back over her labia major. And then I plunge in. A yelp in my ears greets me. I stay still for a bit before moving. But when I do there were no yelps. There are moans of pleasure. Maddie's arms encircle me as best she can. She spreads her legs as much as she can and I fuck her as hard and as long as I am able. There are streaks of blood mixed in with the KY on my cock as I slide in and out of Maddie's tight recently virginal pussy. Her legs now wrap around me as well, I am unable to fully pull out due to the leg lock the girl has employed. But I am not complaining. I ram in and she grunts her approval. Not a word is said. The only sounds are the most elemental sounds of coupling as we continue. Finally I feel my cum inside me well up and the moment is imminent. I grab her legs, pinning them up against her shoulders, and pound her fully exposed pussy for all I am worth, painting her uterus with semen. As the hot semen hits her, she bucks and screams in orgasmic ecstasy.

Oh my God, Si… May I call you Lewis?

Yes, Maddie, please call me Lewis.

Lewis, that fantastic.

Yes, Maddie, it was.

You my boyfriend now?

No, Maddie, I told you. Bring me your sister. If I take her too, then both of you are my girlfriends.

But why. It was very good. Was it not?

It was very good, but I require both of you.

OK, OK. I bring my sister. When we do this?

Tomorrow? Can you bring her tomorrow?

Yes, I think so.

Good! Now, Maddie, if you are going to be my girlfriend, you need to learn to clean my cock off with your mouth after our sex.

How I do that, Lewis?

It’s easy, Maddie, just do as I tell you now.

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Chapter 11