Double Booked: Part 3

Rosemary recedes into the kitchen which connected the entryway, dining room and living room of this main floor. Standing behind the island counter she continues to sip her wine and watch us as we peel out of our of dripping jackets and muddy shoes. Feeling her eyes on us Daisy and I glance at each other, both weirded out by having to share this place with this eccentric stranger but also grateful to have a place to rest after our long day on the road.

“Please tell me that one of you can cook.” It is Rosemary that breaks the silence.

“Oh, Jeff loves to cook.” Daisy says. “Don’t you dear?”

“Uh, yeah.” I say, grateful for the thawing of tension. “Yeah, I love cooking.”

“My lucky day.” Rosemary says as she slowly runs a finger around the brim of her goblet. “I am hopeless in the kitchen.”

“Well then.” I clap my hands and rub them together. “I’ll just pop out and grab our grub then. And as soon as we get settled why I don’t I whip you ladies up some supper.”

“Mmm.” Rosemary nods. “That would be lovely.”

“I’ll grab us a room.” Daisy says.

“Master bedroom is mine.” The older woman says forcefully before her tone eases again.

“Oh, uh…” Daisy looks to me.

We knew from the online posting that while the downstairs of the cabin had three bedrooms only the master bedroom had the king size bed that my wife had been so looking forward to. On the way back we had speculated as to whether this honeymoon interloper would allow us the larger bed since we were a couple and she only a single person. I had assured my wife that the woman’s better angels would prevail and that she would cede the room. I had just been proven wrong.

Summoning my meager supply of courage I wet my dry mouth to speak. “Um…”

“All of my things are already in there.” Rosemary, her gaze drilling into mine, cuts my objection off at the ankles. “I’m already unpacked. You understand. And since you’re only hear for as long as it takes to open the road…” She leaves the rest of the sentence unspoken.

“Oh. Yes. Of course.” I say. “No sense in moving now.”

“Yeah.” Daisy says, hiding her annoyance admirably. “We’ll make due with one of the others…if we must.”

Rosemary grins. “I’m glad you are such reasonable people.”

Daisy and I share a look then head in opposite directions, her downstairs to claim a room while I strike back out into the rain to grab the pantry worth of food we’d brought with us. Out in the drumming rain I quietly cuss myself for again not stepping up where I probably should have. This dream honeymoon was quickly turning into a nightmare.

“Whoo!” I say when I hurry back into the house loaded down with my heavy load. Setting down the stacked tub and cooler I pull off my dripping jacket to hang it. “It is not letting up out there.” I turn around to discover that I was speaking only to Rosemary as Daisy was still down stairs. “Oh.”

Looking out past the the living room and through the big balcony windows to the rain drenched scenery beyond Rosemary stares for a long moment. Without her or Daisy looking right at me I allow my eyes to linger on the woman’s lovely face. In a dark and haunting sort of way she really was striking.

With a sigh she says softly. “I like the rain. I think its…beautiful.”

“Oh, yeah. Me too.” I hurry to agree with her. “Very beautiful.” Her eyes snap over to me to catch me staring. Too late I look down. I feel my cheeks warm with blush. “Um…I should g-get this stuff away.” Seizing on something to do to break the awkward moment I grab the cooler and haul it over to the fridge.

As I start transferring our supplies Rosemary continues to sit at the central island. Though I dared not look her direction I could feel her eyes upon me.

“Jeffrey?”

“Yes, Ma’a…um, Rosemary.”

She lets out a chuckle. “Do I make you nervous?”

“N-No! Of course not.” I laugh awkwardly, giving away my lie. “Why do you ask that?”

“I’ve been known to have that effect on men.” Her voice is a sultry croon. “Relax, Jeffrey. I don’t bite.” She takes a sip of wine. “Yet.”

“Ha! Yeah. Don’t bite.” I glance toward the stairs. What the heck was taking Daisy so long? “You can call me Jeff by the way. Only my Mom still calls me Jeffrey.”

“Jeff?” She smacks her lips as if a foul taste had smeared across her tongue. “No. I don’t think so.”

“Oh, uh, okay.” I say. “Jeffrey’s fine. Oh hey! How about some music?”

“No.” She says bluntly. “The rain is music enough. It matches my mood.”

“Oh, yeah. That’s cool. Sooo, what do you do…”

“No.” She ends my question before it begins. “No chit-chat. No small talk. Not today. I don’t have the patience to pretend to be interested right now.”

“Oh.”

“It doesn’t matter who I am or who you are.” She says. “Rosemary, Daisy and Jeffrey will be enough for now.”

“Sure. Yeah.” I say. “I was just…trying to be friendly.”

“Well, friend, my glass seems to be empty.” She pushes it toward me. “Be a dear, Jeffrey?”

“Huh?” I turn to look where her eyes were focused to see a bottle of red wine on the counter. “Oh, uh, sure. No problem.” Taking the bottle I walk over and set it in front of her. “Here you go.”

As I go to turn back she clears her throat. “Ahem.”

I stop and make the mistake of looking directly at her. That stare of hers, that powerful stare, sends a shiver down my back. She was physically larger than me in both height and weight but it was her aura that made me feel like a helpless little ant at the feet of a giant. Not only did she make me feel tiny but exposed as well. In our short time together she had proven that she would not play the game of normal social niceties that a conflict adverse people-pleaser like myself counted on. I might have stood there like a deer in headlights for another thirty seconds had her eyes not narrowed and her expression hardened.

Snatching up the bottle I pull the cork and fill Rosemary’s goblet to half.

Her features relax as a very faint smile curls at the edges of her black lips. While still holding me in her gaze she brings a hand to her chest…and unbuttons the top button of her blouse! I try not to look, I try to resist it with all my will, yet my eyes betray me and flit down to the tiny glimpse of smooth, perfect, pale flesh that was revealed. When I look back up to her face the smile had grown. At last her gaze lets me free so that she can look down at her glass and give a swirl. Cheeks burning I stopper the bottle and retreat back to the fridge to return to what I was doing. My heart is pounding like a drum. What the heck was THAT about?

“What is for dinner?” Rosemary asks as if nothing had happened.

“Ch-Chicken Cacciatore.” I say in a parched voice. “If that’s okay.”

“Okay?” She says. “Oh Jeffrey, out here that sounds simply divine.”

With just that faint praise I could feel my heart rate begin to slow again. “Do you like olives?”

“I love them.”

I smile. “Oh! Well…good. I do mine with olives.”

“Lucky me.”

Once everything was put away I transition directly into prep for the coming meal. I wanted to stay busy so as to lessen the amount of small talk expected of me. Again and again I glance toward the stairs wondering what was taking my wife so long to return. My guess was that she was still pissed off both at me and this whole situation and needed a moment to cool off. Leaving me twisting in the wind with this stranger could have been her punishment for not speaking up earlier.

“She’ll be up when she’s ready.” Rosemary says.

“Huh?”

“Your wife. You keep looking for her.”

“Oh, no. I was just…”

“You’re scared to be alone with another woman?”

“No! That’s silly. Of course not.”

“I don’t blame you for wanting to keep an eye on her.”

“Huh?”

“I would too in your shoes. Daisy is a verrrry beautiful woman.”

There was something about the way she said that gave me butterflies inside. “Y-Yeah. Yeah. She’s…”

“A fox.” Rosemary finishes my sentence. “A wild red vixen. You married up, Jeffrey. Way up.”

“Um…”

“Such a sexy little kitten. I bet she’s a hellion between the sheets, hm?”

“Ma’am!”

“You are right to keep her close, Jeffrey. Mmm. A big bad wolf could be lurking right around the corner ready to…gobble her up!”

I spin to face her. “Don’t talk that way about my wife!” After a tense pause I add more meekly. “Please.”

“Why Jeffrey!” Her brows rise. “I seem to have touched on something.”

“No.” I say, the vigor in my tone already waning. “Just…she wouldn’t like being talked about like that.”

She holds her hands up in a gesture of peace. “I was simply saying that she is an attractive woman.”

“Okay, well…” I return to the chopping of garlic. “…you made your point.”

“I wouldn’t have pegged you for the jealous type, Jeffrey.” She says. “It’s…adorable.”

Adorable!? Could this woman be any weirder?

Mercifully it is only a few minutes later when Daisy finally reemerges from below. If she was still harboring any hard feelings she was hiding it well as she returns like a cheery ray of sunshine. When I spot the telltale pink brightening her freckled cheeks it hits me what had taken her so long and why she was in such a good mood now. My always horny wife had blown off some tension by masturbating. Nothing cheered up my partner like an orgasm.

The mere thought of her down stairs pleasuring herself makes my dick twitch. There were few things in this world that were hotter to me than my wife getting off. One of my very favorite things she would sometimes do for me, only when she was in just the right mood, is jill-off in front of me. There was no porn in the world that could match it. When I felt the pressure of being the one responsible for giving her pleasure my performance anxiety often caused me to wilt like a delicate flower in a drought. So many worries, so much second guessing, so many distracting thoughts! But when I could just sit back and watch her do her thing…sooo hot!

“What did I miss?” Daisy asks in a sing-song trill.

“Your husband being adorable.”

“Ha! Isn’t he though?” Prancing up to my side she gives me a hug and a kiss to my cheek. “Missed you!”

She makes me smile and I whisper back. “Missed you too. Feeling better?”

“Mm.” She nods with a naughty twinkle in her eyes. “Need some help?”

“I got it, babe.” I say. “You just take it easy. It was a long day.”

“Aww, thank you baby.” She nuzzles my cheek. “Love you.”

After such a challenging day those words meant more than ever. Nuzzling her back I whisper. “Love you too.”

“Ugh. Enough to make me lose my appetite.” Rosemary grunts. “You two really are newlyweds. You’re still in the cutesy stage. Ugh!”

“Well, not so newly.” Daisy says. “We were married last year. The honeymoon is a bit overdue.”

“Better late than never I suppose.” Rosemary says. “Daisy, be a dear and bring me that bottle. Grab yourself a glass while you’re at it.”

“Oh, I don’t know.” Daisy glances my way. “I’ve been known to get tipsy on just a glass.”

She wasn’t exaggerating. Neither she or I could really handle our booze in the slightest.

“Then get tipsy! I am having a shitty fucking day and I NOT drinking alone.” Rosemary slaps the counter. “And that’s that.”

Daisy relents. “I suppose one little glass couldn’t hurt.” Looking through the cupboards she soon finds the glassware and pulls down a pair of fishbowl goblets.

“Oh…” I go to stop her from getting me a glass but quickly reconsider as I didn’t want to make a scene. So much for taking any of my special little pills I’d brought with me. I relax when I realize that she knew how averse I was to mixing alcohol and any sort of drug. With Rosemary here ruining the vibes I think the reality had set in for both of us that our sex filled vacation was fated to be close to celibate. In a strange way I felt relieved.

As Daisy drains the bottle between her glass and mine a more cheerful Rosemary strikes up another of her cigarillos. Raising her glass she says. “To smokin hot ladies and the men who feed them.”

“He he he!” Daisy giggles and clinks her glass to Rosemary’s “Cheers!” Without waiting for me the pair take a sip. “Mmm. That’s good stuff.”

“Ought to be with the price of this plonk.” Rosemary takes a pull of her smoke then lays it in a nearby ashtray.

“You know this is a no smoking place, right?” Daisy says. “It was literally the first rule.”

“Do you see any cameras?”

“Well, no.”

“Do you always follow the rules, Daisy?”

“Well…not always.”

“Does the smoke bother you, my dear?”

“No.” She says. “I actually kinda like it. My dad smokes pipes. I miss the smell a little.”

Rosemary chuckles, her laughter somehow simultaneously warm and cold at once. “Jeffrey doesn’t smoke pipe?”

“Oh no. Jeffrey would never.” My wife says. “He’s very health conscious.”

“What a shame.”

While I cook our dinner Daisy chats with our temporary roommate. Given Rosemary’s insistence on not sharing the personal details that usually broke the ice between strangers it begins nearly as awkwardly as it had with me but before long, with the social lubricant of alcohol helping more than a little, the pair of them are talking and joking like old friends. They talk about music and fashion and movies and other such frivolities. Despite having nearly opposite opinions on all of the above they seemed to get along swell. It did my heart good to hear my wife’s laughter. This trip might have turned to shit but maybe, just maybe, a new friendship might be the silver lining running through those storm clouds outside. The topic inevitably turns to the challenges of love and the foibles of the opposite sex, a subject in which they at last find some common ground. However, with the fresh wound of Rosemary’s breakup still bleeding, the humor quickly takes on a biting edge.

“And then you get them in the bedroom and they turn into something else entirely!” Rosemary exclaims. “For all their macho growl out in the world they turn out to be paper tigers behind closed doors.”

“I don’t know about thaaat.” The edges of Daisy’s words were already slurring.

Taking on a more masculine tone Rosemary says with a bobbing head. “Is it big enough, baby? Ha!” She slaps the counter. “If you gotta ask, it isn’t! Shrimp-dick mother fucker.”

“Pfffft!” Daisy slaps a hand over her mouth as she starts giggling uncontrollably.

“Six inches and we can start talking. Otherwise, there’s the door pee-wee.” She holds her hands half a foot apart. “You have to be this tall to board this ride.”

“Pbbst. He he he!”

Flopping her wrist limply from side to side she puts on her ‘man’ voice again. “Oh, baby. I swear this never happens. It’s the first time, I swear. Just gimme a second. Fuckin limp dick son of a bitch. Mouth writing checks your cock can’t cash. Miss me with that shit.”

“Rosemary! Ha ha ha! That’s terrible!” Daisy lightly slaps the older woman’s arm as she glances blushingly my way. Her look gets my cheeks turning pink as well as I had used exactly that line the first time I ever got Daisy into bed.

“Ohhhh, that was incredible baby.” Rosemary goes on with her male-bashing comedy act. “Was? Bitch, I’m just getting warmed up!”

“Ha ha ha!”

“Ohhh, did you cum? Did you cum, Rosemary?” The male voice became increasingly pathetic as she went. “Like an orgasm is a fucking finish line. Bitch, take another lap or three! You ever just have one potato chip? I’m fuckin HUNGRY over here!”

“He he he he!” Daisy is waving her hands in surrender as the giggles overwhelm her. “Stop! Stop!”

“And that’s IF they can even get to one! Two minutes in and they’re already huffing and puffing. Face turning all red. Like bitch, you better NOT be about to bust already. Two pumps later, Blllarrrgggg!” She starts convulsing in a simulated orgasm which gets Daisy howling and grabbing her belly. “Ohhhh, baby. You were just so fuckin hot. You’re pussy’s so fuckin good. I couldn’t help myself.” She rolls her eyes. “My guy, do some cardio or work on some fuckin kegels or clench or something. You’re not paying by the second here, quick shot, what’s the damn rush?”

“Pfffttt.”

“I don’t even fake it for them anymore. I just go still and look’em straight in their eyes.” Her face falls into an emotionless stare. “You done?”

“You don’t!”

“I do. Fuck’em. They’re the loser AND they get the prize? How’s that fuckin fair?”

“He he he.”

During all of this I busy myself stirring the sauce though it didn’t need it, trying not to draw attention to myself so I could be just a fly on the wall. Beneath the blue apron I now wore was a very confusing erection. All this talk of male inferiority combined with my wife’s ringing laughter…aroused me???

“Then like half of them won’t even go down on you. Selfish pricks. Not that most of’em are any good at eating snatch anyway. Slapping their tongue around down there without a god damn clue. Quit fucking around and get in there, boy!”

“Ha ha ha! Terrible!”

“And like ten seconds after they bust.” Her eyes close and her head slumps forward. “Zzzzzz.” ‘Waking’ up again she quips. “Guess it’s the shower head for me tonight. Again!”

“HA HA HA HA!”

Daisy’s infectious laughter gets Rosemary chuckling as well. With a glance my way she shoots me a wink as she points at my wife. “She knows what I’m talkin about.”

“I do not!” Daisy says through gasping laughs. “You’re so BAD, Rosemary! You are a bad, bad woman.”

“Bad?” She grins. “Sister, I am down right wicked.”

“He he he.”

“Men. Such pitiable little creatures. Why do we bother?” Rosemary plants her elbow on the counter and rests her chin on her hand as she stares at me. “If they weren’t so god damned cute.”

“And make such delicious Chicken Cacciatore.” Daisy smiles and turns to me as well, her green eyes dancing. “I wouldn’t change a thing about them.” Slipping from her chair my wife saunters on unsteady legs over to me to slip into my arms. “Not this one at least.” Her hands resting lightly on my shoulders she gives me a little peck to the lips. “My baby isn’t like those other men.” She gazes deeply into my eyes, her dainty hands stroking back and forth across my shoulders. “My baby knows how to look after his woman. My baby never leaves me wanting. Ever. Isn’t that right, baby?”

It was the sweetest and most heart-touching bald-faced lie I’d ever heard in my life. Rosemary had just run down a checklist of my every sexual shortcoming but here was my loving wife, after all the disappointments of this day, bigging me up like I was some super stud. God, how I loved her!

“That’s right.” I whisper back. “I’d do anything for you, my love. Anything.”

Her eyes widen as my boner, all on its own, flexes hard between us. My head bows in embarrassment only to be lifted again by a finger beneath my chin. My beautiful partner’s smile brightens then she mouths the words. ‘I love you.’

‘Love you too.’ I mouth back silently.

“UGH!” Rosemary groans. “Not this again! Don’t go turning my stomach now. That food smells way too good to go to waste.”

Part 4