Carl’s Call
Carl didn’t call me. He called Tamra Tuesday night while I was still on the lot closing a deal.
She was in the kitchen when I walked in. Kids already in bed. She held up the phone, speaker off, and said, “It’s Carl. From the martini party. He wants to talk to both of us.”
I sat down. She put it on speaker.
“Dick. Tamra.” Carl’s voice was easy, same as by the pool. “Bill and I want you over Saturday. Dinner at our place. Not a big group. Just the four of us.”
Tamra looked at me. I nodded.
“We’re listening,” she said.
“Bill hasn’t stopped talking about you,” Carl said. “He wants Tamra. He wants Dick too. I want Dick. That’s the short version.”
Silence for a half second. Then Tamra, calm: “And the long version?”
Carl didn’t dance around it. “I want to video the night. Cameras in the bedroom, nothing hidden, lights on so it doesn’t look like a cheap tape. It’s for us. The four of us. After that, if everybody agrees, we might share it with Perleta and Dave, and with Roger and Patti. Nobody else. No internet. No copies floating. You say no to the camera and dinner still happens. You say no to sharing and the file stays on a drive in our safe. You say no to any of the sex and that part doesn’t happen.”
I asked the question I had to ask. “Who holds the file?”
“I do. Bill doesn’t even have the password. You want a copy, you get one. You want it deleted later, I delete it in front of you.”
Tamra’s foot found mine under the table. “We need to talk. We’ll call you tomorrow.”
“Fair. Good night.”
We sat there after he hung up. Coffee gone cold.
“I liked them,” Tamra said. “Both of them. The spit-roast wasn’t a one-time curiosity for me.” She turned her cup. “The camera is the part I have to sit with. Kids in the house. Our jobs. If that file walks, it’s not a party story anymore.”
“Then we don’t share it unless we’re sure,” I said. “And we don’t do faces if you don’t want faces.”
She thought about that. “Faces are fine if it’s only those six people. Perleta already saw me naked. Patti had her cock in my mouth. I’m not going to pretend I’m shy with that room. I just don’t want it leaving that circle.”
Wednesday I called Carl from the shop parking lot.
“Dinner’s yes,” I said. “Sex is yes. Camera is yes if it’s the rules you said. Sharing only with Perleta, Dave, Roger, and Patti, and only if Tamra says so after she’s seen the tape. Not before.”
“Done,” Carl said. “Seven o’clock. We eat first. Cameras off until everybody’s in the bedroom and somebody says start.”
Saturday we used the same sitter. Tamra wore a dress she could get out of without a fight. I drove. Their house was older than Roger’s, nicer than it looked from the street, jewelry-store money in the lighting and the art.
Bill opened the door. Tall, dark shirt, the kind of smile that already knew the answer. Carl behind him with a bottle.
Dinner was actually dinner. Lamb, wine, no rush. Bill asked Tamra about work. Carl asked me about a car he’d seen on our lot. Nobody mentioned cuffs or cameras until the plates were in the sink.
Carl wiped his hands. “Bedroom’s ready when you are. Two cameras. One wide, one closer. Red light means recording. You want one off, say so.”
The bedroom was big. King bed, dark sheets, a chair, a low bench. Tripod in the corner. A smaller camera on the dresser. Carl showed us the red lights and the little screen. Empty card. He let Tamra look.
“Start when I say start,” she said.
We undressed without a countdown. Bill went to Tamra first, kissing her, hands under the dress before it hit the floor. Carl came to me, hand on my cock through my pants, then the zipper, then his mouth, right there while Bill walked Tamra backward to the bed.
“Start,” Tamra said.
Carl reached over and tapped the remote. Both red lights came on.
Bill got Tamra on her back and ate her until her hips lifted, then pushed into her pussy in one slow stroke. She pulled him down and wrapped her legs around him. I watched his ass work and felt Carl’s throat on me.
Carl pulled off. “I want you. Now.”
He put me on the bed beside them, on my back. Lube from the nightstand. He didn’t ask twice. Fingers, then that cock I remembered from the pool—thick, heavier hard than it had looked soft—pressing in. I breathed out and took him. The close camera was pointed right at where he entered me. I didn’t look at it. I looked at Tamra.
Bill had her on her side now, fucking her from behind, one hand on her tit. She reached across the sheet and found my hand.
Carl fucked me steady, deep, the kind of rhythm that makes you stop talking. When he changed the angle and hit what he was after, I made a sound the wide camera definitely got.
“Bill,” Carl said. “Your turn with him if you still want it.”
Bill pulled out of Tamra, wet, and traded places. Carl went to Tamra’s mouth. She sucked him while she watched Bill line up at my ass. Bill was longer, not as thick as Carl. He slid in on Carl’s lube and started longer strokes. Tamra’s eyes stayed on my face.
“You good?” she asked.
“Yes.”
Bill fucked me until I was leaking on my stomach. Then he pulled out, rolled Tamra onto me, and put her down on my cock, pussy first. She was soaked. She sat all the way and started riding while Bill got behind her and pushed into her ass. She froze, breathed, then nodded. DP, her between us, my cock in her pussy, Bill in her ass. Carl stood over us and fed her his cock.
That’s the shot I knew would be on the tape. Four people. Tamra stuffed. Me underneath feeling Bill through the wall of her. Carl’s hand in her hair.
She came first, shaking, hole clamping on both of us. I followed, pumping into her. Bill last, buried in her ass, groaning into her shoulder.
We didn’t stop there. Carl wanted me on my knees on the bench. Camera closer. He fucked my mouth while Bill recovered, then took my ass again until he came in me. Tamra sat in the chair and watched, legs open, fingers in the mess Bill and I had left. When Carl pulled out, she came over and licked me clean, then kissed me so I tasted myself and Carl together.
Bill took Tamra on the chair after that, her in his lap facing the wide camera, bouncing, tits in his hands. Carl stood beside them and she sucked him until he finished on her tongue. She swallowed and looked at the lens like she knew it was there.
Carl said, “Cut,” and the red lights died.
Nobody jumped up. We lay there in the damp sheets. Carl showed us the last frame on the little screen and shut the cameras down. Card came out. Into a small case. Into the safe in the closet while we watched.
“Copy for you by next week,” he said. “Sharing stays off until Tamra watches it and says go.”
Tamra, still naked, still flushed: “I’ll watch it with Dick. If it’s only Perleta, Dave, Patti, and Roger, I’ll probably say yes. I’ll tell you.”
Bill kissed her temple. “That’s all we wanted. Dinner included.”
We dressed slow. Coffee in their kitchen at one in the morning like it was normal. On the drive home Tamra put her head back against the seat.
“I’m going to watch that tape,” she said. “And I’m going to get wet again. Don’t act surprised.”
“I won’t.”
At home I didn’t reclaim her right away. We showered. In bed she pulled my hand between her legs where she was still open and used.
“Next Saturday is already full,” she whispered. “Don’t book anything.”
I didn’t ask with who. I already knew the circle was getting smaller and tighter, and the tape was sitting in Carl’s safe with our night on it, waiting for her to say whether four more people got to see it.
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