The Beach House (9 page)

“How many changes have you got tomorrow? You
can’t do all these houses, surely,” Kim said.

Jenni laughed, her mood lightening as the
conversation forced her to draw her back from that gray place she
had drifted into. She added cream and sugar to her coffee and
sipped. “This is good. I take care of the six houses this end. I
prepared your place before you moved in. I left you clean linen
last week, on the porch.”

“I wondered where that came from,” Kim said.
Joe was thinking about the state they had left some of the bed
sheets in, wondered what Jenni thought of the milk and cum stained
sheets, found no shame in his heart nor guilt in his head.

“So how many changeovers tomorrow?” Joe
asked. “We’re a bit out of season now, aren’t we? Will we be
getting new neighbors?”

“In the Harper place? No, not next week. The
week after I think a family’s coming down, but they’re in the
Parker house which is right at the far end. I’ve only got two
places to clean and make up. I’ll bring your linen and take the old
stuff away.” She stared into Joe’s eyes, passing a message back.
Yes, I have seen what you have done, but it’s okay. We’re all
grown-ups here and know what goes on behind closed bedroom doors.
“This really is great coffee, Joe. How did you manage to land a
catch like him, Kim, rich
and
obedient.”

“I lied and blackmailed him,” Kim said. “And
of course I f-”

“Kim did no such thing,” Joe interrupted.
“She’s an editor. Was an editor. No,
is
an editor,” he
laughed. “She worked on my first book. We spent a lot of time
together, and I fell in love.”

“Only you?” Kim asked, raising her
eyebrow.

“
We
fell in love. Sorry, babe,
we
fell in love.”

Kim stuck her bottom lip out and Jenni
laughed. “God, a normal family. Wonderful.”

Normal? Joe thought. Are these thoughts in
my head normal? Is the growing obsession I have about you, about
your body, is this normal, with my gorgeous wife sitting across the
table from me?

“Try and come over,” Kim said. “Ami likes
you, and I’m simply desperate for some female company. Are we going
to be friends, Jenni?” Kim leaned over the table and took Jenni’s
hands inside her own, stared into her eyes with the question
hanging in the air.

Jenni flushed and her eyes sought escape by
staring at the distant breakers, their sound faint as the breeze
came off the cooling land, bringing the hot scent of sun baked
earth. The day was moving toward dusk.

“I hope so,” Jenni said, so quietly they
barely heard.

Kim laughed, sitting back. “Yes, we will.
The three of us.” She looked brazenly at Joe, passing a message he
would ask her about later. Jenni glanced at him as well, her
steel-dark eyes bright with a message of her own, one he thought he
understood but needed to be sure about. He would definitely need to
talk to Kim.

“I really am going to have to go.” Jenni
finished her coffee and stood. “I’ll bring your linen over last,
after I’ve finished the other houses, and if you’ve got time we’ll
go for that swim.”

“Not me.” Kim raised her hands. “You and Joe
can swim. He’ll enjoy the company. I don’t like to think of him
swimming all on his own, and he loves it so much.”

“I don’t mind,” Joe said, and then realizing
how that might sound added, “But I’d love to have your company,
Jenni.”

“Oh, get a room, why don’t you,” Kim said,
and after the flare of shock in Jenni’s face flushed bright beneath
her tan she burst into laughter.

“I did warn you about Kim,” Joe said.

“You did?” Kim asked. “What exactly did you
warn her about, Joe?”

“Your honesty, my darling,” Joe said.

“I should think so.”

“Hey, guys, I do have to go. Thanks for the
coffee, and letting me steal your daughter for an hour. I’ll see
you tomorrow if I can.” Jenni stood on the top step of the porch,
hesitating.

Kim rose and went across and hugged her,
kissed her softly on the side of her face. She turned back to Joe
and raised her eyebrows. Jenni was just starting to turn away and
Joe rose and went over and hugged her as well, a little awkward
because she was on a step lower than him and her head barely came
to his chest. She lifted her face and he brushed her cheek with his
lips and caught the scent of her as he had before, salt and sun oil
and something deeper and more animal underlying everything
else.

***

Kim went inside, and when Joe found her she was
standing on the upstairs balcony watching Jenni cross to the other
house. Joe stood behind Kim as Jenni climbed into the cab of the
old pickup. The engine started noisily, clattering until settling
after a moment. Jenni’s arm waved through the window as she drove
off. Kim’s fingers reached across for Joe’s and found his hand.
They stood unmoving until the truck crested the rise in the road
that ran back between the dunes, and Jenni must have been aware
they were still looking, because her arm came out through the
window again and then she was gone.

“I like her,” Kim said.

“Me too.”

“I know
you
do. You were practically
salivating watching her.”

“Was not!” Joe turned to go inside but Kim
stopped him, slipping her arms around from behind, pulling him back
against her.

“It’s okay, Joe. You can let your eyes pop
all you want. Mine were doing the same. She’s some piece of work,
isn’t she?”

Joe found himself nodding, heard Kim
chuckle.

“I might even let you fuck her,” Kim said,
her face pressed flat against his strong back.

“Very kind of you, I’m sure.”

“No, I mean it. I wouldn’t mind, not at
all.”

“Kim?” Joe turned inside her arms and
slipped his own down around her waist. “Where’s this coming from,
babe?”

Kim shook her head. “Nowhere. I have no
idea, Joe, I really have no idea,” and she lay her head against his
chest, sobbing.

“Hey, babe, what’s wrong?”

Kim shook her head and pulled from his arms
and turned away, leaning against the balcony railing, the blue
cover-up billowing in the wind, Kim’s hair tugging around her face.
Tears continued to streak her cheeks and Joe held her again, Kim
tensing, only slowly relaxing against him as he continued to hug
her.

“Tell me,” he whispered into her ear.

“I don’t know. Hormones, I guess. I’m just
so fucking horny all the time these days, Joe, so fucking horny. I
was looking at Jenni and wondering what it would be like to have my
tongue between her legs, what it would be like to suck on those big
titties of hers... God, Joe, am I disgusting you?”

Arousing me, he thought, his cock stiffening
quickly, aware Kim would feel it too as he pressed the bulge
between the cheeks of her ass.

“Joe?”

“Mm?” He nuzzled into her neck, gooseflesh
speckling her arms.

“Am I awful for thinking these things?”

“Nothing you think or do is awful, babe.
Nothing at all.”

“But I’m not normal,” she said.

“Good. Normal is dull.”

“I’ll try and behave myself, Joe, I
promise.”

“Don’t try, babe,” he said, reaching under
the cover-up and finding the knot of her bikini behind her neck. He
tugged, letting her breasts tumble free, cupped his palms over them
and Kim pushed back against him.

“Make me come, Joe, please?” Kim said, a
harsh need in her voice he hadn’t heard before. She leaned against
the pale wooden railing of the balcony and stepped back, setting
her feet apart. Joe went to his knees and tugged at her bikini
briefs, pulling them to her knees. The scent of her pussy enveloped
him, and when he lifted his hand and pressed a finger between her
legs, as soon as he parted her tight opening juices gushed out
wetting his hand.

He kissed the back of her thighs. Kim lifted
one leg and placed her foot on the bottom rail running across the
balcony six inches above the boards, pushed back against him. Joe
licked up along the crack of her ass but he knew she didn’t want
that. He lifted her against his mouth, arching his neck back so his
tongue and lips were against her pussy. He kissed her labia,
tasting the copious juice that flowed from her, reached with his
tongue and flickered against her clitoris which was hard,
ready.

Kim pressed against him, her breath ragged,
her head hanging over the porch. Despite the thickening air anyone
passing along the beach now would be granted a full view, but
neither cared or even thought about what they were doing so
publically.

“Make me come, Joe. I need to come so
badly.”

He pushed three fingers inside her, not
gently, opening her wide while his tongue flickered and joined
them. Kim came fast when she needed to, and Joe knew this was one
of those times. She was rocking back against his tongue, each
movement accompanied by an animal grunt, and before he was ready,
wanting to tease her longer, Kim cried out, her voice sounding
across the empty sand, so loud gulls rose and wheeled away from the
breaker line as she gushed against his mouth, squirting on his
tongue and he lapped her, swallowing the delicious fluid she
offered, aroused now beyond restraint. Kim’s knees buckled and he
rose and gripped her waist, holding her up. He fumbled with one
hand, tugging his trunks down and his cock slapped out against
Kim’s ass and she grunted.

Joe pushed his leg between hers, dipped and
Kim reached back seeking his cock, helping guide him to her. She
leaned over further and Joe pushed hard into her pussy, lifting her
feet off the ground. He gripped her hips, holding her off the floor
as he pounded hard into her from behind.

“Uhn–uhn–uhn.” Kim grunted with each thrust,
touching her breasts with one hand, holding herself against the
railing with the other. “Imagine I’m Jenni, Joe. Imagine you’re
fucking Jenni like this. Imagine how tight her pussy is around your
cock, this big, thick cock, imagine her big tits bouncing and
swaying. She’ll have long hard nipples, Joe, and a wonderful ass.
Imagine I’m... uhn... I’m watching you fuck her... Imagine... oh
shit... imagine I want to watch you fuck her... Oh God Joe, I’m
gonna come again!”

So was Joe, so fast and strong he was unable
to control himself. He slapped Kim on the ass, something he had
never done before, and she yelped and shook beneath him. A violent
jet poured from his cock as though his entire body was emptying
inside her. Kim felt the force of his climax too, and it triggered
another deep inside her. Joe pulled her against him, trying to
force his cock beyond any place he had reached before, emptying
again and again and again.

He gasped, pulling away, his cock sensitive
beyond bearing and Kim dropped to the floor, spun around and took
him instantly into her mouth as he deflated, drawing the entire
flaccid length of him onto her tongue and pressing her lips hard
against his pubic hair. She rocked her face against him, her hands
cupping his ass, pulling him tight against her lips. Kim held his
cock in her mouth until Joe felt himself twitch and harden. Only
then did she release him, sitting back before climbing up his body
and allowing him to taste his cock on her mouth.

“Where the hell did that come from?” Joe
gasped, breathing hard.

Kim shook her head. “No idea. Wherever it
was we need to find the place again, Joe. My God, I’ve never come
like that before. Twice times in as many minutes!”

“What are we going to do?” Joe kissed her
hair.

“What we’ve always done, babe. Fuck each
other’s brains out.”

“I love you so, so much,” Joe said.

“I know. And I love you even more. More than
anything in the world.”

Joe laughed. “Except Ami,” he said, and Kim
giggled, recovered now.

“Of course except Ami; that goes without
saying.”

Joe knew he and Kim were one thing, and the
other was Ami. He recalled the shock of emotion which filled him
the instant he first laid eyes on his tiny daughter, bloodied and
bedraggled and a little blue in the face, and the wave of love
bursting inside him was something only a parent could experience.
His love for Kim was constant and deep, but his love for Ami was
visceral and raw and he knew the emotion all fathers experienced,
that he would protect her with his own life if necessary. He knew
Kim felt the same; perhaps, if possible, even more so because she
had carried this jewel of life inside her own body for nine
months.

Jenni put Mark’s plate in front of him. Cheap
steak
, fries, no vegetables because he refused to eat them. A
beer sat open near to hand and he sipped from the can before
picking up his knife. He cut his steak into chunks, put his knife
down and used the fork in his right hand to spear meat, a fry, more
meat.

Jenni sat across from him, her own plate
holding a different meal. She had grilled half a snapper, boiled
potatoes from the garden, added salad from the same small plot.
Growing anything with the sea all around was difficult, but she
persevered, rewarded when she ate her own produce. The corn would
be ready soon and she loved it coated with butter. She would need
to eat that when Mark was out because he said watching her
disgusted him the way she attacked it, butter dripping down her
chin.

“There’s one house still open on the beach,”
Jenni said, trying to draw him into conversation.

“Mm-hm.”

“Young couple from away. They got a baby.
Six months old.”

Mark stopped chewing and looked across the
table at her until she averted her eyes, only once she was
concentrating on her own plate did he pick his fork up again.

“I don’t know how you can eat that
crap.”

“I like it.”

“Fuckin’ rabbit food. No wonder you’re so
skinny. Need a bit of meat on you.”

Jenni looked up, something sparking inside.
“Would you like me more if I put weight on, Mark? If I was
bigger?”