THE OTHER COUPLE #2 Unholy Man-Business
CHAPTER 4: TURK IN THE DRIVER'S SEAT
“...How did you find out?” Turk asked.
“Daria told me from the beginning. We tell each other everything.” I said. “I told her about you and me.”
“You told her what about you and me?”
“Last night. How you made sweet love to my mouth.” I immediately regretted not saying drunk truckstop-whore mouth.
“No. No no no,” Turk’s Italian accent flared as he waved his finger, “That is not what happened.”
“I still have your cum on my breath,” I said. “It definitely happened.”
“No. There was no sweet love. It was a sexy party, with sexy people, and I used the cocksucker to relieve the pressure. It is not a big deal.”
The cocksucker. He called me the cocksucker. It was as if he was saying the air fryer. Or the toaster. Or the vacuum. I understood it — he was a high-powered executive and he treated people by their function. And I definitely was a vacuum on his cock last night.
Still, I was surprised. And I probably looked hurt because Turk considered me for a moment, and then his voice softened.
He told me he grew up on sun-baked beaches of Orbetello with his horny friends, drooling over voluptuous women in bikinis, and making filthy jokes about who they’d fuck and how. They had relentless erezione, aching hard-ons that distracted them, and tented their swim suits, and made them crazy. When they couldn’t take it any more, they’d go into an abandoned fishing boat, hidden from view, and circle up to masturbate together. Eventually they realized one of the friends, Enzo, could be pestered to give them blowjobs.
“We’d say ‘Enzo, please, I need it, just this one time.’ Enzo pretended he didn’t want to, but he loved how we begged him. He sucked us all summer long and he was very good at it. I would watch him while waiting for my turn and I could tell he loved it,” Turk patted my leg. “We were helping him as much as he was helping us.”
“Did you ever return the favor?” I asked.
He shrugged and gestured with his hands in a non-committal way.
“Everyone was happy. We loved him. Enzo was respected. The same way I respect you.”
This was Turk’s way of telling me he didn’t suck Enzo’s cock and he’d never suck my cock. It was a one-way street.
“But, we never spoke about it. It was just for us and no one else,” he leveled his gaze at me in a serious way. “The same way what happened last night was just for us. You should not have told Daria.”
“I tell Daria everything,” I said.
“The wives do not understand,” he wagged his finger in the air.
“My wife does.”
“Not Donna-Lynn. She grew up crazy. Her family is crazy. She does not understand anything outside of the marriage. For you and me, it’s a good time, we both get what we want, and it means nothing. But for her - it would be a catastrophe, a sin, a crime against God, and the end of my marriage and the end of the world. It is better for her not to know. She should never know.”
I should have said Donna-Lynn already knew. That I told her this morning. That Daria and Donna-Lynn were talking about it right now. The cocksucking cat was already out of the husband bag. But I cowardly avoided telling him.
“Daria and I have always fucked other people and have always talked about it,” I said.
“You let other men fuck your wife?” he said.
“I don’t let her do anything. Daria does whatever she wants. She doesn’t need my permission. I support whatever she wants. If she wants to fuck Donna-Lynn, great. If she wants to fuck you, and by the way she does, that’s also great.”
Turk’s eyes lit up, he scoffed, then went quiet.
“And Daria supports me,” I said. “She was sorry you didn’t fuck me — but happy I gave you a blowjob because she knew how much I wanted to. She even kissed me to see how you tasted.”
Turk leaned his face over in front of mine and smelled the air in front of me.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Smelling your breath for my cum. It cannot still be there.”
