Page 90 of The Holy Grail
“Gave you a blow job in the parking lot?”
“Yes. I suggested we find somewhere more private, you know, because I was worried someone was going to walk by and see us, but she was more focused on giving me a blow job and wasn’t really listening.”
“So, she knew you were uncomfortable getting a blow job in a parking lot and just kept at it.”
“Yes. And it was a really nice restaurant … not that an Applebee’s parking lot would have made it better—” Jules gave a soft chuckle at that, “—but it made the moment awkward and kind of unappealing. I know she was going for exciting in a risky sort of way, but it missed the mark for me, and with my mind half on getting caught, it took longer than normal for me to come.”
Exercising much restraint, Jules remained silent, not wanting to insert her opinion here. As a woman who believed ‘no’ meant ‘no’, she believed it applied to everyone, anda woman who didn’t listen to a man when he was obviously uncomfortable getting his dick sucked in a public setting, was not a good person.
“After that,” he continued, “she kept pushing boundaries, a little here, a little there. On a few occasions, she followed me into bathrooms—the single occupancy kind—to have sex. That was a new experience for me, and while I didn’t hate it, I didn’t love it, either, mainly because you can never be too sure how clean a bathroom is, and also some of the locks were kind of flimsy and I really didn’t want someone managing to get in and see me banging my wife.”
“I take it she wasn’t worried about any of that?”
“No. I began to understand she liked knowing there was a chance wecouldget caught and be seen.” He hesitated for a second, then asked, “Have you ever had sex in a bathroom?”
“Yes, back in college,” she admitted. “It was in a frat house, after several solo cups of Pi Kappa Alpha ‘punch’.”
“Did you enjoy it?”
“I think the punch actually helped elevate the moment a little, to be honest. I’ve never felt the urge to do it again, though, so you probably don’t need to worry about me following you into a bathroom.”
He released an amused breath. “I think, had I known where Gwen and I were headed, I might have talked more about what we were doing, but I didn’t know, and our marriage was still new enough that I wanted to make her happy. So, I went along, because even if something didn’t immediately appeal to me, it usually ended up being enjoyable.”
He let himself be distracted by Jules’ soft fingers stroking along his hand, before continuing; this was the part he really didn’t want to talk about. “One night we were watching a movie she’d picked out. I don’t remember the name of it, but there was a threesome scene with a man and two women in it, and it was pretty explicit. The man was getting a blow job from one woman, while the other one watched. Gwen was really into it, likereallyinto it, and she turned to me and said, ‘Oh, my God, how hot is that?’ I told her it was pretty hot, because in theory itwas. A very attractive woman blowing an attractive man while an equally attractive woman watched? Very hot, especially when the woman who was watching came over and started making out with the man just before he came.
“I didn’t think any more about it until one night when we were out having drinks with some friends and Gwen leaned into me and discreetly pointed out a pretty woman at anearby table that I needed to see. As I was looking over, Gwen whispered into my ear that she’d like to watch a woman like that suck my cock.”
Jules’ eyebrows rose. She’d always been open to trying new things, but Gwen was apparently on amuchhigher floor in the building. “Are you serious?”
“Yes. I was pretty shocked, but since she’d had quite a bit to drink, I thought she was joking. She wasn’t, though—she really wanted to watch a woman suck my cock, like in the movie.”
Even though Jules figured she knew the answer, she asked, “What did you say?”
“I told her I didn’t think I’d be interested in doing that. She wanted to know why, but I didn’t want to discuss it with her friends all around us, so I said we’d talk about it at home, and that’s when her best friend, Megan, asked what we were whispering about. Gwen immediately began giving her all the details—”
“Oh, God, really?”
“—and it wasn’t long before the entire table knew. That’s when the conversation got really awkward, because everyone was on Gwen’s side and they all wanted to know why I didn’t want to get a blow job from a beautiful woman while my wife watched. It was actually kind of surreal, to be honest.”
“I’m sure it was. It’s surreal just hearing about it,” Jules said. “So, what did you say tothat?”
“I explained it would make me uncomfortable, partly because of the ‘being watched’ aspect, but mostly because it would be cheating, and that’s when the shit kind of hit the fan, at least for me, anyway. One guy—I think his name was Mike—said it wouldn’t be cheating because Gwen would be there and she was the one suggesting it, which meant I had her consent to put my dick in another woman’s mouth. Another guy—I don’t remember his name—jumped on that and doubled down, saying most men would be thrilled to have their wife offer them a no-strings-attached blow job with a beautiful woman, so what the fuck was wrong with me?”
“Jesus, what an asshole.”
“The women weren’t much better. They shared Gwen’s viewpoint, thinking it would be really hot, and were actually kind of annoyed with me for denying Gwen such an experience, like I was being selfish.”
“They’re assholes, too.” She paused for a moment, squeezing his hand. “That must have been really awful for you. I’m sorry.”
“Thanks.” Malcom twisted so he could kiss the top of her head. “I think, had I not been so taken aback at the tone of the conversation, I might have handled it better, but I wasn’t able to wrap my head around what I was hearing. And it got worse when I found out this was something two couples had already done—”
“Can I cut in here for a second?”
“Sure.”
“Where did these people find women to perform blow jobs?”
“They used an escort service.”
