Loving London

We were there for two weeks. I met John and Mandy’s boys, Derrick and Jean-Paul, ages four and three.

Mrs. Arnold was happy she could finally have the children over to the house without fear of upsetting John’s wife. Now that the ink was dry on his divorce papers, he and Mandy were officially an item.

The kids stayed at the house for a week and later traveled with Mandy to Jamaica for a family event. Mr. and Mrs. Arnold were back on the road. A trip to the Maldives for two weeks was on the menu. And Linda went back to Liverpool where she lived with her _roommate _Beatrice.

I was still in London with my man. It was early. Grayson and I did what we did every morning. He drilled my center nice and slow until we melted. Soon after, he took a shower and left for work.

I stayed in bed enjoying a few extra minutes of sleep, but I knew he’d come. He had done so since Mandy took the kids to Jamaica. Sometimes in the shower. Sometimes in the kitchen on top of the table or counters, other times in the pool, and that morning in bed. I felt his kisses on my shoulder and neck just as he penetrated. Did he grind my gears? Yes. But sexually, we had insane chemistry,

“Good morning, Love.”

“Morning.”

“I see you’ve been waiting for me.”

“I knew you’d come.”

“Um, so you like when I come.”

“Um hmmm.”

We kissed and hummed as my orgasms rained down at multiple intervals. When it was done, we lay next to each other. He was on his side playing with my left tit, “I was talking to Gray about the four of us taking a little holiday to Cancun. What do you think about that?”

“Sounds good.”

He strummed my cheek with his thumb, then my lips, “Are you sure?”

“I was thinking about you, Mandy, and the kids.”

“Oh no…here comes another pep talk.”

“John, come on. Seriously. You have a shot at doing something other than being the disappointing son.”

“Um. You sound like Mandy. I suppose I could taper my drinking to the weekends and start going into the office more often.”

“That’s a good start.”

He drifted back and stared at the ceiling, “My dad’s head might explode if I start being all responsible.”

I laughed, “How’d you get to age thirty-five with all of your dumbfuckery.”

He tickled me, “Dumbfuckery. Really, beautiful.”

“Stop, stop. Stop.”

“Hmmm,” he hummed as he pushed his way inside, “Look at that.”

“Don’t. Try. Um,”

“Don’t what, beautiful?”

Whenever we got to talking about serious topics, he’d stuff me to change the subject. But I was glad he was at least thinking about ways to be more accountable for the way he showed up.

****

The last day of the month. It finally happened. His store was open. His initials were in large print on the building, “GA.” He couldn’t stop smiling. After a short speech, the crowd cheered. Bottles of champagne popped, and glasses were filled.

He kissed my mouth sweetly, “Thanks for staying here with me through all this babe.”

“You are most welcome. My love.”

As we hugged, kissed, and danced, I spotted John. Someone offered him a drink, and he turned it down. Our eyes met. He motioned with his head. I nodded. As the people ate finger food, talked, snapped pictures, went live on their social media accounts, I whispered in Grayson’s ear. He nodded.

I slipped by several folks on my way back to the storeroom where the office was. My toned legs flexed with each step I took in the red stilettos. I walked by the stacks of boxes and found the office. The door was cracked. His eyes scanned me. I closed the door.

He approached. My body pressed against the door as his hands caressed, “This dress is even more sexy than the last. My brother does know to dress you.”

His hands cupped my bare ass. I was wearing a G-string. He pulled it out of my ass and spun me around. We moaned simultaneously. He pulled down the straps and cupped my breasts. I stared at the door hoping no one would wander back but the only person who would was busy entertaining guests. Mandy was still in Jamaica with the kids.

I would like to say that John made haste, but I can’t. It didn’t matter to him there were people out in the store. Or that his younger brother would find us fucking like two dogs in heat.

He moved me to the desk and bent me over. His hand came down on my ass multiple times. I heard the door. We looked over our shoulder and saw Grayson staring at us, “Are you almost done with my girlfriend?”

He grinned, “Not quite.”

“Would you wrap it up, bruv. I’d like to take a few more pictures before the press leaves, yeah.”

“I’m trying.”

Grayson cradled my face in his hands and kissed me. He looked at John, “Don’t ruin the dress.”

****

Why was London starting to feel like home? I guess I had been there enjoying my time with his family that I didn’t want to leave. Mandy and I were in the backyard watching the boys play. We sat at a table with drinks and snacks.

She ran her fingers through her hair, “I’m glad his divorce is final. It was exhausting living in the shadows.”

“Were they in love?” I asked.

“Um, I'm sure they were fond of each other, but he never stopped loving me. We have been together since high school. She came along as some high society image consultant, and a biracial Jamaican girl raised in London didn’t fit that image for the John Arnold. I started dating someone else and he started seeing her. Everyone just thought it was good for them to marry. And it was a disaster. He never really drank until they were married and she did not want kids. She hates them. She only wanted the name and the attention that came with it.”

“Wow, that’s a lot.”

“Yeah I know. Glad it’s over. Now John and I are happy.”

I smiled. Love was refreshing. The wind kissed my skin.

“I’m happy that Grayson has you.”

“I am happy to have him.”

“John and I are pregnant gain.”

“Congrats.”

“Hoping for a little girl this time. If it's a girl, he’ll get snipped.”

After sitting outside all morning, the boys wanted lunch. We went inside to prepare some food. The men were at work. Mandy said she couldn’t believe how well John had been doing. His drinking was almost non-existent and he was going in to work every day.

“I almost don’t want you to leave,” she admitted, “we like having you here.”

“I have enjoyed my time. It’s been great.”

“I’m going to take the boys to my mum’s house tonight. The four of us can double.”

I chuckled.

She nudged me.

*****

John was right, Grayson loved to dress me. I was his real-life doll. Red dress off the shoulders, mid-thigh, super sexy. He also made one for Mandy in the color black. We were in the little restaurant eating and having wine.

They told me the story of how they all came to be entwined. Mandy and John attended the same high school. They were friends with benefits. She used to frequent their house a lot and even slept there. Then John went off to University. Mandy was still in the area working.

John invited Mandy to the Grayson’s graduation ceremony and later that night after dinner with the family, they went out to party. That wild night was the first time Grayson slept with a woman and had a threesome.

“He was the cutest thing,” Mandy said looking at Grayson.

He shook his head and laughed, “I was so nerovous I almost lost it.”

“You did good.”

“I was there to coach him,” joked John.

We laughed until our faces hurt. Then out of nowhere, this woman passing by the table just stopped, “Oh my God, you’re Grayson Arnold,” she said nearly about to explode.

He smiled, “Yes.”

“I hate to intrude. I was just sitting over there with a friend and I said that it looked like you and it is. I’ve been trying to get a job at your store. I love your clothes. Wait is this…” she said as her attention shifted to me, “this is her…Jade. One of your models. Girl your body is banging.”

We laughed. Her enthusiasm was contagious.

Grasyon pulled out his card, “Tell Debbie, I sent you. And you are?”

She jumped up and down in her spot, “Lashanda. Thanks so much!” she said before prancing away.

John lifted his glass, “To my brother the best designere in the world.”

We lifted our glasses.

****

What better way to complete a night? Us. One thing for certain was that I loved being spoiled. Like having everyone make me feel good. Lying back on John as his big cock stuffed my cunt. Having Mandy’s lips on my pulsating clit, and Grayson sucking my nipples and rubbing me with pina colada scented oil.

“Ahhhhhh,” I moaned, “Oh shit,” I said as it hit. I was in a daze. Baffled. Floating.

Mandy lay down. Grasyon hovered over her. I heard her cunt squishing the more he thrust. Her hands wrapped tightly around him.

John rolled me to my right. He worked my center superbly. He turned my head. Our lips were locked. Then he moved on top and dug deeper, I let out a moan from the pit of my belly. My body shook. He pressed deeper and released. A tear fell from my eye. He stayed on top of me and we vibrated the seconds away.