Sex Show Stories

September 3, 2008

Part 13 of Sophie’s New Perversions

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Chapter 13: Sophie and Tracey finish their day back at P.O.V.E.S.

On the bus and then the MAX train back to downtown, Tracey and I talked about how much fun we had and about how horny we were. Tracey said, “With any luck, there will still be people back at the P.O.V.E.S. club and we can take care of that.”

We had been visiting and didn’t realize that Ralph and Johnny from school had gotten on the train. I looked up and realized they were sitting across from us staring and pointing and whispering to each other. Just before we got downtown, Ralph caught my eye and said, “Hey, Sophie, looking foxy today.”

“Why thank you Ralphie. Did you bring your carrot today?” I asked as I crossed my legs causing my skirt to rise above my stockings.

“Uh.uh.,” Ralph stammered.

“Well, that’s too bad Ralphie. I guess we can’t help you out then.” As we stood to get off, I made sure to give them a quick peek at my crotch. Tracey was practically howling in laughter as we got off the Max.

“Did you see the way they were staring and drooling? I thought their eyes would pop out of their heads,” Tracey laughed.

We walked the three blocks to the club. I took a good look at it. The old brick building had stores and offices on the street floor and a driveway going underneath to the parking area. A single door with only a street number and no sign indicating what was inside was on the entrance Tracey led me to.

When we approached the door, Tracey pulled her POVES necklace out and place the charm up against a pad beside the door. An electronic whirr followed by a click signified that the door was now unlocked. We went in and climbed the stairs to the POVES floor.

We looked in the main bedroom and in the dining hall and finally found Mabel. She said she thought everyone had gone.

Tracey and I returned to the bedroom and I mumbled, “Well, so much for finding someone to take care of my horniness! Damn. I wanted to get fucked.”

Tracey giggled, “My aren’t you the slut now.”

I giggled too, “I guess I am. I’m a very horny little slut, too.”

Tracey pushed me onto a bed. “Wait right there,” she commanded. She disappeared and came back with two artificial cocks and began stripping. I didn’t need a hint and stripped too.

Then Tracey pushed me back down on the bed. I scooted across so my head was at the edge of the bed. Tracey walked over and straddled my head as she stood. I fingered her snatch and found it was already wet. I kissed her pussy deeply, pressing my tongue into it. Tracey bent and slowly licked and kissed down my body until she was between my thighs and began teasingly licking and kissing closer and closer to my aching pussy. After what seemed like ages and after many close brushes, she suddenly shoved two fingers into my dripping twat. I pushed against her hand.

She dove into my hot box with an eager tongue. I pulled her sweet pussy down tightly to my eager mouth and began licking her slit. When she shoved a dildo inside my and began fucking me with it as she nibbled my clit, I did the same to her.

We were in this position when I heard a very slight noise and looked away to see Uncle Brad come in through the hallway door. He motioned me to silence and stripped off his clothes. He stepped up to my head and I licked his cock as I fucked Tracey with the dildo. When he was hard and lubricated, I slipped the dildo out. Tracey stopped licking me long enough to say, “Don’t you dare stop, Sophie.”

I took Uncle Brad’s huge penis and rubbed it up and down Tracey’s slit and then he shoved it deep into his niece’s eager hole. Tracey moaned loudly and looked back to see her uncle pummeling her twat. I licked and played with his balls as he fucked her. I felt Tracey stop occasionally with her attention to my pussy as she moaned from the effect her uncle’s rod was having on her. Suddenly she collapsed onto me and writhed as an orgasm shook her body. When she had finally slightly relaxed from the effects, Uncle Brad pulled his cock out of her and lay beside me on the bed.

Tracey climbed off of me and said, “Your turn.”

I got up and straddled Uncle Brad. I squatted down as he held his penis straight up. I slowly worked my quivering cunt down onto his shaft. When I had worked all the way down so my pussy lips were against his body I began using my legs to move up and down. Tracey crawled around behind me and began teasing her uncle’s balls with fingers and tongue.

I rode the giant cock faster and faster until I felt Uncle Brad begin to pulse as the cum began it’s journey through his cock. I finally exploded with an orgasm that spread pussy juice onto his body and he thrust into me to the hilt and emptied his load deep within me.

We all three adjourned to the shower and washed each other carefully and with attention to detail. As we were showering, BBW said, “Now I expect to see both of you at my place next week. Tracey can continue with your education and you can both help me to prepare for the Halloween party the weekend after. I’ll send a car for you around 3:30 on Friday. Just bring your some spare things so you can spend the night. If you can make arrangements, you can stay over on Saturday night too.

Tracey and I gave Uncle Brad’s cock one more affectionate kissing and licking before we got dressed and headed home. We caught the bus and were there by 4:30

September 1, 2008

Part 4 of Crapshoot

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Judy showered and then the hairdresser fixed her hair while another beautician applied makeup. She was still wobbly when she stood to get dressed. The combined effects of the mud bath and massage with Bruno had left her curiously drained and weak. By the time she walked out dressed into the reception area of the spa to leave, she felt great. Still there was a gnawing need that still demanded to be satisfied. She hoped that John would fulfill that need soon.

“There seems to be a problem, said Sandy with a shrug. Your husband is up in Mr. Clametti’s office. They need to see you. This gentleman will take you upstairs.”

Judy looked to the impeccably dressed man waiting to escort her. She shrugged and followed the young man to the third floor. After punching in a security code, he opened the door, escorting her into the sumptuous suite, the door closing behind them with a solid thump.

“Hello Doll, greeted Nick as he came in from another room.

“Where’s John? asked Judy as he took her in his arms.

“He’ll be here in a few minutes, he said just before his lips touched hers. The kiss was another languid one. Soft and slow, the tip of his tongue circled and outlined her ruby lips before probing between them, his hands rising from the flare of her hips, and up her sides to caresses the slight swell of her breasts.

Breaking off the kiss, he asked, Did you enjoy your visit to the spa?”

The very fresh memories flashed before her, until she remembered her plaintive plea for Bruno to fuck her. She blinked several times, in disbelief, aware that her pussy was itching again, before stammering, Yes, it was quite…quite an experience.”

“Fine, fine. I’m glad you’re enjoying your stay. Perhaps we could

“Sandy said that there was a problem, she said in an attempt to gain control over the situation, and that you and John were in your office. What kind of problem?”

“Oh, its really nothing…Well…actually, your husband is in deep shit.”

“What? What did he do?”

“He tried to pass me a bad check for the room bill.”

“Where is he?”

“He’s with a couple of my men.”

“Oh, god! Please don’t hurt him.”

“Please, don’t worry. He’s fine. I don’t want to hurt him, but I do want to get paid.”

There was a knock on the door. Nick answered and John was escorted into the suite, surrounded by the hulking figures of Bruce and Mickey.

“Well, said Nick, I was just explaining to your wife that you tried to stiff me for your room bill.”

At the sight of his wife, John uttered, You stupid bitch!”

Judy bristled and seethed at the insult.

“You shut the fuck up! snarled Nick as Mickey grabbed John by the collar and lifted him on to his toes. Judy seethed at John’s piggish behavior; after all, he was the one who lost all their money. I’ve already told you once, don’t ever call her a stupid bitch’.”

John gasped, Okay, okay

Nick nodded and Mickey lowered him to the floor.

“Like I said, we don’t like dead beats who try to stiff us for their bill. You can pay up, right now, or go dance with my men…or Nick paused to let his implied threat sink in.

“Or what? asked John desperate for an out.

“Your wife is a sweetheart. I like her. I like her a lot. I really wouldn’t want to see such a ravishingly beautiful woman stuck for the rest of her life with a cripple. Now I’m a fair man, a sporting man. Like I said, I have something in mind to settle your debt.”

“What? asked John doubtfully. What do you have in mind?”

“A little game of craps. Street rules. You win, your debt’s paid, and you can go home in one piece. If I win, your debt’s still paid, in full. You can go home tomorrow in one piece. But your wife, she’s mine for the evening to do with as I please.”

John looked at Judy who looked at Nick.

“Rules are simple. Judy rolls for point. If she makes point again before she rolls craps, you win. She rolls craps before making point, she’s mine for the night. Either way, your bill is paid and you can go home a whole man.”

“What’s craps? asked Judy uncertain of anything other than the desire to lose and get back at John.

“You roll a two, three or twelve. Odds are four out of thirty six you’ll roll craps.

“What’s a point?”

“Whatever you roll the first roll, unless it’s craps, then I win. If your point is seven, odds are six out of thirty six. If your point is nine or eleven, odds drop to two out of thirty six.

John looked about, his mind racing, evaluating the offer. It stunk. Shooting craps for Judy? Then again, with a little luck He quickly figured odds in head, a four, three in thirty six; a five, four in thirty six; a six or eight, five in thirty six…

Noticing that she was enjoying her husband’s discomfort, Nick winked at Judy and added, To liven things up a little bit, if she doesn’t make point, she takes something off.”

Judy snapped her head around. She wasn’t about to take her clothes off in front of Nick’s men.

But before she could voice her concern, Nick anticipating her objection, reassured her, Don’t worry, Doll. There will only be the three us here for the game.”

Nick turned to John, How about it? Are you game?”

Hesitating, John looked desperately towards Judy who looked back at her husband with a blank face, giving him no clue as to her feelings. He’d seen that face before, that controlled, affected, everything is all right dear look that might mean just that or might mean you’re a dead man, Buster’. Dear God, this can’t be happening, he thought. Oh god, what should I do?’

Nick nodded to Mickey who tightened the grip on John’s collar. The threat was immediate. Closing his eyes, he crooked, Yes! Okay, okay.”

Judy immediately felt disgust for her sniveling husband. How dare he offer her up as a prize in a craps game? Then again, angry though she may have been, she really didn’t want him hurt. Besides, she could win, maybe. And if not, well she was certain that Nick would relieve the horniness that had gnawed at her ever since she ovulated.

Nick winked at her with a grin that John couldn’t see. How about it Doll? You want to help your husband out? Or do you want him to go dance with the boys?”

Judy could hardly keep from snickering, certain that Nick wouldn’t actually hurt John, even if she refused to play his game. Nick just wanted in her pants. For John, the worst that would happen was that he would be humiliated knowing that another man was having sex with his wife all night while he waited alone in their room. She struggled to maintain an indignant expression. I don’t know. I don’t like being treated

“For god’s sake Judy, blurted John, tell him yes! Damn it, tell him yes!”

Judy looked back at John and with a submissive expression conceded, Okay, hon, if that’s what you want.”

“Good, said Nick with a grin, then we are all agreed?”

“Yes, said John defeated, yet hopeful, relieved that he wouldn’t have to face Nick’s men, especially the monstrous looking animal with the bulldog face.

“And you Doll? Are you game?”

“If that’s what John wants, she said looking to her husband. John looking down at the floor, nodded in acquiesce.

“Fine. Now, so that there are no misunderstandings, no sudden remorse after you two go home, I have a couple of papers for both of you to sign. Nick picked up some papers from a table and gesturing towards a chair directed John to sit down.

He handed John a sheath of papers and then handed Judy a sheath. These papers merely outline our agreement to play a game of craps and what the stakes are. It states that if we play our game, regardless of who wins or loses, I will pay your debt in full to the casino and hotel. It further states that if I win, all sex with your wife will be consensual on your part and her part. Furthermore, you state that you agree to these terms on your own free will and are cognizant of the consequences that may arise and that there is no rape or coercion involved. In other words, tomorrow, you can’t run to the cops and claim that I raped your wife. Now if you are agreed, sign.”

John scanned over the document hardly reading it, just catching the gist, the gist being what Nick had just stated. Mickey offered John a pin. John glanced back at Judy. Unable to read her expression he signed at the indicated place.

Nick handed Judy a pin. Without looking at the documents, she signed where Nick pointed.

Nick gathered the documents and placed them in a safe. Turning back around, he gestured with his hand saying, That’s all, boys. You can go now.”

Bruce and Mickey departed leaving John, Judy and Nick alone in the suite.

“Would either of you care for a drink? Nick offered.

Relieved that the two thugs had left, John sighed, Yeah! I need a drink. Make it bourbon…a double…on the rocks.”

“How about you Doll?”

Judy’s hands felt clammy. A drink would help her, no matter what happened next. Pina Colda?”

Nick laughed. Sorry Doll, but I don’t mix fancy drinks. How about some champagne?”

“Oh, yes, that would be nice.”

Nick poured John a stiff bourbon on the rocks and two glasses of champagne. John chugged his drink as soon as it was given to him.

“Would you like another one?”

“No, answered John. Let’s get this over with.”

Nick sipped at his drink, studying the desperate sucker. Sure, the sooner we play, the sooner you can go. He went over to the cabinet that housed the safe, opened an unsecured drawer and took out a pair of dice, still packaged from the factory. He handed the dice to John, who with still trembling hands, struggled to remove the tightly secured cellophane. Finally the cellophane yielded and John extracted the new dice from the package.

“Check them over carefully. Toss them a few times. Satisfy yourself that they’re honest dice. I don’t want you to leave here thinking that you were cheated.”

John studied the dice carefully; looking for modified rounded edges or other irregularities. He tossed them several times and satisfied himself that they were honest dice.

“Would you like another glass of champagne?”

“No, she’s fine, snapped John. Let’s get this over with.”

Nick shrugged, not concerned or caring that his hospitality had been rebuffed. He pointed his glass towards a vacant corner of the room. Shall we?”

The three of them stood a few feet from the corner. John offered the dice back to Nick, who declined to touch them with a raised hand. John handed the dice to his wife.

“Now what? she asked sincerely clueless. She looked at John, then towards Nick for direction. Nick merely nodded towards John and indicated that he should clarify what she should do.

“Just shake the dice in your hands, then when you’re ready, toss them against the wall.”

She took a sip of her champagne, paused and then she knelt down.

“Yes! John shouted as the first toss showed seven, giving him the advantage.

“Seven’s the point, intoned Nick without emotion.

“Way to go baby! gushed John as a fresh hit of adrenaline tricked into his bloodstream.

“Now what? asked Judy innocently.

“Roll a seven baby. We need seven to win, urged her husband.

She picked up the dice and rolled again.

“Five, intoned Nick.

“Now what?”

Nick stared John in the eyes. John swallowed hard and answered, You have to take something off.”

“Oh. She unbuckled a white high-heeled sandal and discarded it.

“Now what?”

“Roll again, said John with a hint of irritation.

“Oh, okay.”

“C’mon seven, c’mon seven, John chanted as the dice rattled in her hand. She tossed them against the wall.

“Eight, declared Nick. He sipped his champagne and watched as she removed the other shoe.

Judy had it pretty well figured out by now. She scooped up the dice and to the chant of her husband, invoking the blessings of the dice for a seven, tossed the dice with a flourish.

“Four, said Nick with sly grin.

Judy put her hands to her mouth as she thought about her next move. She reached behind her neck and removed the blue topaz pendant her mother had given to her. The pendant was part of a set, pendant, ring and earrings that her father had given to her mother when she was born. When her mother had remarried a few years ago, she passed them on to her daughter. Naturally, they had deep sentimental value to Judy, as they were an expression of her deceased father’s love.

“No fair, chuckled Nick. She looked up forlornly, believing that she had somehow broken the rules. Oh, okay, conceded Nick, this time it’s okay, but no more jewelry.”

“Jewelry’s fair, asserted John.

Nick glared at him with a don’t fuck with me look. I said, no more jewelry.”

As Nick stared him down, John’s stomach churned. He meekly accepted the rule. Okay, no more jewelry.”

“C’mon baby, you can do it, seven, give me a seven!”

The dice ricocheted in the corner and settled on the floor. Six, said Nick with big smile.

Judy’s eyes darted around seeking an out. Pleadingly, her eyes met Nick’s.

“Take it off Doll, said Nick with smirk. John felt his gut tighten.

She looked back at her husband. After a brief pause, she slightly turned her back to her husband and asked him to unzip her dress. As the zipper lowered downward, he saw that her back was bare.

“You’re not wearing a bra?”

“No, she answered meekly.

With a pained expression, his hands fell away as she pulled one strap off her shoulder and then the other. Then shaking and shimmying she peeled the form fitting dress down.

The dress hit the floor and she delicately stepped out of it dressed only in a red thong.

“Oh yes, Doll! You’re gorgeous! Absolutely gorgeous!”

Judy blushed mightily standing nearly nude before a near stranger as her husband looked on helplessly. John seethed as he studied the lust filled eyes of his rival and nemesis, as Nick unabashedly scanned up and down her body, openly feasting the nudity of his wife.

As far a Nick was concerned, he had won. It wasn’t that he had seen her close up and for all practical purposes in the nude. He had what he wanted. He had won even if the first roll after point was a seven and they packed up and went home. He had the releases she had signed. The releases giving her consent for him to use and distribute any video footage of her taken at the casino. In a few days, his crew would have the material edited into several video clips for his web site. The web site was a perpetual cash cow, but was always in need of a fresh new face, of fresh new footage. The suckers and their wives and girl friends provided a never-ending supply of fresh meat. Best of all, even though the odds were against him, the fact was the game went on; next roll he could get more, much more, and that was a thrill.

Judy sank to the floor, trying to preserve as much of her modesty as possible. She meekly gathered the dice. John was suddenly strangely quiet. The dice barely hit the wall and settled in the corner. John leaned forward to see the results. His heart sank as he slumped back dejectedly.

“Craps, he mumbled.

“Does that mean

“Means I win, said Nick triumphantly. Turning, he walked back to the bar for the bottle of champagne. Then he filled her glass and his.

John sat with his hands buried in his face.

“You want to hang around and watch me screw her? Nick said cruelly.

John glared at him.

“I didn’t think so. The bill’s paid in full my friend, said Nick with unction, putting a good spin on it for the pathetic sucker crumpled on the floor. Look, I know you need to eat, so I’ll have room service bring you something for dinner…on me, of course. Now if you will excuse us…I have a hard on I need taken care of.”

John slowly rose. He looked down at his beautiful wife. She stared at the floor, hiding the smile that threatened to spread across her face, destroying her feigned distress. Judy, I, I, I’m sorry baby. I’ve really made of mess of things.”

She kept her head down, concealing her wicked delight in the outcome of the game. She strained to contain her laughter. Tonight she’s going to get fucked by a real man and John had only himself to blame.

“Uh, you need to use a rubber, stammered John, she’s

“No rubbers! The doc says you’re free of STD’s and HIV, so I assume she’s free too. You haven’t been sleeping around on the side, have you Doll?”

“No, she replied indignantly, but I could get pregnant, protested Judy realizing that things weren’t as easy as just getting a good fucking.

“Don’t worry Doll. I had a vasectomy. I already support three kids I never see, and that’s enough. You’re quite safe with me.”

Judy felt a little better. Then she had a pang of regret. Disappointment showed on her face. Nick read her expression and added with a laugh, Don’t worry Doll, I still come like horse.”

Judy blushed again, this time because he had read her so easily. She looked down at the floor again not wanting John to read her too.

Nick bent down and picked up her blue topaz necklace and offered it to John. You better take this with you. I wouldn’t want it to get lost. As John accepted the pendant, an idea began to formulate in head.

“Now, I’ll send her back to you before checkout time.”

“Yeah, sure, said John almost absentmindedly.

“Now if you will excuse us

“Yeah, sure. John stood and staring at the clear blue stone, walked to the door. Without any other parting comments, John left his darling wife to be fucked all night by another man.

As the door closed behind him, John took a deep breath. Quickly he glanced up and down the vacant hallway, half expecting a goon to be waiting for him. Stupid bitch, he muttered. He opened his palm and studied the topaz again. Sure, why not? I bought the damned things! he declared to himself. Then he strode off down the hall in a hurry.

Back in the relative safety of his room, John punched in the code for the room safe. As he expected, Judy’s little jewelry bag was there. He opened it and shook the contents out, the diamond earrings and necklace fell onto the floor.

With a knock on the door, he nearly jumped out of his skin. Shit, he muttered. Who in the hell?”

“Room service!”

“I didn’t call room service, he answered through the door.

“Compliments of Mr. Clametti, sir!”

John cautiously cracked the door open. Sure enough there was young kid with a room service cart. Okay, just a minute.”

John scooped up the diamonds from the floor and stuck them in his pocket with the topaz. As the kid wheeled the cart into the room, John suddenly regretted it, his gut tightening into a knot. How could he have gotten here so soon?’

To John’s relief the kid parked the cart, cheerily said, Goodnight Sir! and quickly departed.

Opening the tray, John was greeted by a half-eaten, stone-cold hamburger and scattered, limp greasy fries, a reminder that he nothing more than a pathetic cuckold.

“Oh, fuck you, he hissed as he slammed the cover back down on the unappetizing mess.

August 30, 2008

Part 2 of Misery Requires No Talent

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Justine can tell she is now in the bathroom as the floor is now covered in tile. Her leg brushes past the toilet yet Dennis does not stop. Dennis tells her to pick up her left foot and step forward and when she puts her foot down she can tell she is entering the bathtub. Finally both feet are in the tub and Dennis rearranges her.

“Justine, if nothing else, remember that sex is dirty.” Dennis pauses before he continues, “If you do it right. We have always enjoyed doing what we are not supposed to do: when we hung around kids our parents didn’t like, or when we snuck out of the house at night to go play it added extra spice to the whole affair. It is the same with sex, if we feel it is nasty to do something then we need to check it out and see for ourselves if it really is and if it is ‘dirty’ and we like it, it becomes even more exciting. Most of our early programing, especially in the area of sex is seriously faulty and worth reevaluating.”

Dennis then places his hands between Justine’s thighs and turns it sideways forcing her legs apart. Then bringing his hand upwards he cups her sex and commands her to, “Pee.”

At first she is unable to do anything as she is so confused. “Did she hear him right? Yes, she did he said pee,” these thoughts were going through her mind. And these too, “Oh god this is so. so nasty! But what did he say about sex being dirty. Oh god I ask for this, do I have the guts to go on?” And then she released the sphincter that was holding her urine back and she just let it flow. The force of her flow as it hit Dennis’ hand causes it to bounce back onto her vagina and it felt good. The pee was so warm and as it splashed against her clitoris she felt herself getting excited. “God what is happening to me, I love it,” she tells herself as she was too embarrassed to speak aloud her thoughts.

But Dennis know as he watches Justine very closely. Her breathing increases and her nipples begin to harden. Smiling he brings his hand closer to her sex so he can apply pressure to her clitoris and feel that it was engorged with blood as well. Justine then starts to slightly moan, and it appears that she was doing her best not do it out loud. She was even biting her bottom lip, but it was no use, she was getting turned on. Then her flow starts to dwindle and Dennis could tell that she was trying to get it back to its’ previous volume but she could not do it and she was whimpering with frustration as it came to a stop. Then Dennis removed his hand from between her legs, and placing both of his hands on her shoulders pushing downwards. Still whimpering she understands his request and starts to sit down in the tub. With his guidance she is sitting down and his legs are between hers with her drenched vagina open to his view.

Then she feels it on her clitoris, he is pissing on her! “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh God,” she moans as she tilts her pelvis upward to expose her clitoris more to his stream. Never in her entire life has anything felt soooooooooooooo good! Even though her hands were tied she brings them down to her sex and using them she spread her outer vagina lips apart so her clitoris could be fully exposed to this fiery warmth. Making sounds she never thought a human could make she cums!

And he is still peeing.

Seeing Justine’s pleasure he aims his stream to first one breast and then the other one. Justine gasps at the sudden loss of contact with her clitoris but becomes excited as she feels the warm pee as it splashes against her nipples. She starts to masturbate as her breasts become heated like fire. The pee splashes off her breasts and some lands on her face and lips and like a child tasting a new treat she licks her lips and she likes it. Dennis seeing Justine licking her lips changes his aim and directs it to her now open mouth. As Justine’s mouth starts to fill up she cums again spewing a mouthful of piss out onto Dennis. The timing was good as Dennis could not keep the flow going any longer.

Reaching downwards Dennis pulls Justine to her feet and kisses her, long and hard. They are both wet with urine and they feel good. Then Dennis releases Justine and then the shower is on. At first the spray is icy cold but in a few minutes it starts to warm up and Dennis bathes Justine. After she is cleaned and dried off she is lead back to the bed and tied once again to it.

She is starting to drift off to sleep and can hear what she thinks is Dennis ressing. “Dressing for what?” she wonders to herself, but then sleep over takes her.

Slowly waking later, she stretches in bed and then she realizes she can’t move her hands. In a panic she opens her eyes but she can’t see and that causes even more panic! “Relax!” she cries to herself and then the memories start to come back. “Wow, I did all that,” she tells herself as the images flow across her unseeing eyes; images born only of feelings, sounds, tastes and hearing. She starts to get excited. “God I can’t believe this, how many times have I cum today,” she asks herself and she can’t remember. But the memories are even more real then just images, she relives all that has transpired today and she gets more excited. “If I wasn’t ied.,” she thought.

Then she hears the door open to the hotel suite. Dennis is coming back! “Oh God make him fuck me,” her silent prayer is sent forth.

But she hears two different sets of steps. Then she smells a difference, at first she can’t identify it and then it hits her: Perfume!

To Be Continued.

August 27, 2008

Part 3 of Therapist

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As she enters into the Ochsner Hospital employee parking lot, Linda Myers is ecstatic that she has finally gotten herself completely free from her ex-husband. How she ever allowed herself to marry such a jealous, possessive, chauvinistic man she will never know. She looks forward to her new job as a neonatal nurse. After four years of nursing school two of them fighting her ex in court over alimony payments she was finally able to secure a job last month that offers her a future. The pay is enough to live on without having to depend on alimony; the benefits are fantastic; it’s not too far from her apartment; and her coworkers are great, especially that cute physical therapist who works on the fifth floor. She met him her third day on the job. He was sitting alone in the cafeteria and it was unusually crowded for lunch. She asked if he wouldn’t mind sharing his table. He said no. They started talking; at least Linda started talking, George mostly listened. Linda took an immediate liking to him.

He is quiet and shy; shorter than her by about two inches, has beautiful long blond hair for a man anyway and the deepest blue eyes she has ever seen. But more importantly he’s single. She also found out that he has been working as a physical therapist at the hospital for several years and knows all the ins and outs of the department and the hospital. She frequently uses his knowledge of the hospital as an excuse to come see him and get to know him better. She is subtle in her pursuit; she asks him questions about his job as a therapist, about the hospital, about anything hospital related and interspersed within her questions she also asks him about himself. She is trying to figure out a way to ask him out to dinner without seeming too forward. She hopes that she is not moving too fast for him. George is so reserved that she is afraid that she will scare him off if she appears to be too pushy.

At first, George believes her questions are just her way of getting to know about the hospital and he doesn’t mind helping her. But her persistent inquires soon begin to annoy him, especially when she questions him about his personal life. Although he is somewhat naiveté, he begins to suspect that her frequent forays to him are for something other than to obtain information about the hospital. He tries to avoid her but is unsuccessful. She asks him about his ideal date, about his favorite food, the type of movies he enjoys watching. She wants to invite him over to her apartment for dinner and a movie.

Linda’s constant intrusion into his personal life puts pressure on George. He wants to tell her to go away and leave him alone, but he does not know how to do it politely. In all his 33 years he has only dated one girl. That was when he was in college, and he only dated her for about two or three months. He does not know how to deal with Linda’s relentless pursuit of him; he has only had that one experience in dealing with a woman whose interest in him was romantic.

After two weeks of her questions George begins to masturbate to relieve himself, to ease the pressure. Every time he encounters her in the hospital and she asks him about his personal life, he goes home that evening and masturbates. He hates doing it. His mother told him when he was a child that only bad boys did such evil things. She told him that he would go blind if he masturbated. He believed her when he was a child. But now that he is older, he knows differently. Still the thought assails him. Nor can he get his mother’s threats to ‘cut it off’ if she ever caught him masturbating out of his mind. He begins to hate Linda.

On the Monday morning of her third week at the hospital Linda corners George into accepting a dinner invitation for the following Thursday. For the next four days it is the only thing that he thinks about. He knows he has to come up with some excuse to break the date. But he does not know what to say to her. He cannot sleep. He procures a bottle of ether from the hospital and uses it to help himself fall asleep. But the pressure of not being able to break the date does not abate. By Wednesday evening he is sick. He calls up his neighbor Dave and cancels his weekly chess match with him, telling him that he is too ill to play. Dave understands.

His head is pounding. He tries to watch television, but that does not help. There are only situation comedies, which he hates, a war movie, some news channels, and a program about a man who killed his wife. He does not watch the other cable channels. He leaves the wife killer story on but stares blankly at the screen. After about twenty minutes he gets into his car and begins to drive around New Orleans.

George loves New Orleans. As far as he is concerned New Orleans is the greatest city in the world; it has the cuisine, the culture, the history, the port, Mardi Gras, music and the birthplace of Jazz. New Orleans has everything. He drives down Tulane Avenue. He turns onto South Broad and then onto Poydras Street. He drives past the Superdome thinking about his life and the women in it. He heads toward Lee’s Circle and down the beautiful St. Charles Avenue, which he loves. His meandering eventually takes himself back to Canal Street and then to Decateur Street in the French Quarter right down the street from the Caf du Monde.

He sees a parking spot and pulls into it. He thinks about going to get himself some coffee and donuts; he likes to eat there. Suddenly there is a knock on his window. He puts the window down; it is a young prostitute. She wants to know if he would like a date. He tells her no and puts the window back up, hating her for intruding into his thoughts and into his life. He watches her walk away from his car. Her short skirt, high heels, stockings, and tank top disgust him. She is nothing but a whore he says to himself. Just like Donna.

A bottle of ether is on the seat next to him. He decides to teach her a lesson. No whore is going to ask him for a date and get away with it. He starts his car and drives slowly down the street. When he pulls even with the prostitute he puts his window down again. She approaches his car.

“How much?” he asks.

“That depends on what you want to do,” she answers him.

“Is it extra if we go to my house? I live in Airline Park.”

“Where’s that?” She’s not from New Orleans; she has a Texas accent.

“In Jefferson Parish.”

“I don’t go into any kinky stuff with the wife and kids and all,” she tells him. “Will you bring me back here when we’re done?”

“I’m not married,” he interrupts her. “If you don’t mind partying in my house then hop in. After, I’ll bring you anywhere you want to go.”

She looks up the street momentarily and then back at him. She doesn’t want to leave the street, but she hasn’t had a trick in two days. She needs the money. “For sixty bucks I’ll give you an hour, straight sex, nothing kinky or ropes and bondage and that kind of thing.”

“Get in,” he orders her.

She walks around the front of the car. George watches her as she does so; he is revolted by her. He hates whores. It was because of that whore Donna that his life today is such a wreck. Well, this is one whore who will pay for messing up his life. He’s going to teach this one a lesson that she will never forget. He picks up a bottle of ether from his console and holds it out of the window, pouring a few drops into a handkerchief. He seals the bottle and when she gets in, he immediately puts the cloth against her mouth. She struggles but in a few seconds she is asleep, leaning against the door. He drives back to his house.

He pulls into his garage and is glad that he installed the automatic door opener last year. He carries the girl over his shoulder to the punishment room. There is a thick coat of dust on the bare floor. He has not been in this room for 15 years. He drops the prostitute on the dirty floor and rips off all her clothes. He cuffs her wrists to the shackles that his mother used to chain him to. He tears a towel into long strips and gags her with it. Then he goes to the garage and gets a rope. He ties her ankles together with it. Standing over her he kicks her in the side and goes into the living room to watch television. He watches the evening news and then switches channels to watch an old movie but soon falls to sleep.

When he wakes up it is two in the morning. He hears a noise and goes to the punishment room. The whore is sitting on the floor, trying to get loose. The gag is around her neck and she is screaming for help. He kicks her in the stomach and tells her to shut up. She squeezes her eyes shut and grimaces in pain. He pours some ether on the remnants of the towel and tries to put it to her mouth. She immediately begins to fight him, but George is stronger than her. He punches her in the face several times and through the struggle manages to put the ether soaked towel to her mouth.

As soon as she is asleep he takes the slack out of the cable and puts the gag back in her mouth. She is now standing naked on her toes with her arms shackled above her head. He goes to a far corner and picks up a leather whip with a brass handle. It has not been used for 15 years; it falls apart at his touch. He drops it back in the corner and toys with the idea of removing his belt and beating her with it, but decides against it. She wouldn’t feel the pain. He’ll wait until she wakes up tomorrow. Then he goes to bed.

The next morning George calls the hospital and tells them that he will not be in; that he does not feel well. Then he calls Linda’s department and leaves a message for her to call him later that day. When she does, he asks her to forgive him but he cannot make dinner; he is just too sick to even leave the bed. To be polite, he suggests that she reserve another evening for them to have dinner. She accepts the invitation and tells him that she hopes he feels better tomorrow. After he hangs up he lies down on his sofa and goes to sleep. He feels as if a great burden has been suddenly lifted from his shoulders.

When George awakes it is almost ten o’clock in the morning. He walks down the hallway to check on his whore. As soon as he walks in the room she begins to struggle against her restraints. He leaves the room momentarily and returns with a belt. He holds it up to her face; she screams a muffled cry. He laughs and hits her across the stomach with it. He beats her with it until her back, buttocks; thighs front and rear stomach, sides, and chest are streaked with welts. When he is finished, she is hanging motionless and crying softly. He leaves the room taking the belt with him.

He drives to a local hardware store to buy some more cable, a three-foot long metal rod, and another set of shackles. He wants to modify the existing shackle and cable set up to prevent her from removing the gag and so that he can spread her legs apart. While standing at the checkout he sees some address numbers and letters and has an idea. He asks the salesclerk if she has a Yellow Pages phone book that he may borrow. He looks up the address for a printing supply shop. There is one on Magazine Street; he goes there and purchases a set of metal letters of the alphabet. On his way home he drives by a feed and garden store on Jefferson Highway. Inside he finds just the right leather whip that he needs to punish his prostitute.

Upon arriving home, George goes to the punishment room without delay. The prostitute is hanging still. She looks up when he comes into the room. Her eyes beg him for mercy. He ignores her and attaches the second set of shackles and metal rod to her ankles. She is now hanging naked with her arms above her head and her legs spread open. Then he drills a hole in the wooden floor in front of her and screws an eyebolt into the hole.

He is glad that his mother’s house is built on raised cement blocks and not on a slab as are most of the other houses in Airline Park, making his drilling easier. He runs the metal rod through the eyebolt and then attaches the new cable to a D ring to which her hands are cuffed. He runs the cable across the floor near to where the other cable is tied off. He will finish with the cables later. Right now there is something more important he wants to do.

George shows her the metal letters he bought but she just stares at them uncomprehendingly. He leaves and returns with a cigarette lighter and some pliers; he shows her the lighter.

“You’re nothing but a whore and I’m going to make sure the whole world knows it.”

She muffles an answer but it is unintelligible. He punches her in the stomach, commanding her to be quiet.

“What, don’t you want everyone to know what you are? Don’t you want everyone to know that you’re nothing but a whore?”

She shakes her head no and pleads with her eyes. She has no idea what he is going to do but she knows that it cannot be good.

He begins to heat the letter “W” in front of her face. When she finally realizes what he is going to do she begins to struggle against the constraints. He orders her to be still. But she continues to wrestle against the shackles and cable binding her.

“I thought I told you to be still, bitch!” He commands. “Now hold still and take your punishment like the whore I know you are.”

She ignores him and continues to fight against the restraints.

“Be still bitch!” he yells and punches her in the stomach. “I have to brand you. You’re a filthy little whore and I have to let everyone know it. Now be still.”

She refuses to stop struggling against the shackles.

“OK, have it your way.”

He puts the letters and cigarette lighter on the floor in front of her and picks up the whip and beats her with it. He hits her until he is exhausted and out of breath. There are deep red welts all over her body; many of them are bleeding. He stands in front of her, watching her. She too is breathing heavily. Her head is down and she is not moving. George departs from the room, returning a few minutes later with a piece of sawed off broom stick in his hand.

“Since you refuse to be still so that I can brand you.”

He leaves the sentence unfinished and begins to beat her with the broom stick. He beats her back, her buttocks, and the back of her thighs. She hangs motionless throughout the whole ordeal. After several minutes he moves around and faces her and begins to beat her breasts and stomach. But after only a few whacks he stops. He rams the broom stick into her vagina. She grimaces in pain. He takes it out; looks at it and then at her. Then he plunges it back into her vagina and fucks her repeatedly with it.

When he is through she is still hanging motionless but is now breathing weakly. Her eyes are closed. He drops the broom stick and picks up the cigarette lighter and the letter “W” and heats it. Branding her with the letters, he spells out the word WHORE across her chest just above her breasts. Other than a quiet whimper she does not try to stop him; she is too weak. When he is finished he leaves her hanging there and goes to bed for the night, taking the letters into his bedroom with him.

“Good morning my little, whore,” he says to her with a smile on his face as he walks into the room early the next morning. She does not respond but is just hanging there. He walks up to her and hollers into her ear: “Hey bitch, it’s time for your. . .” He touches her. She is cold; she is dead.

He steps back away from her. For several minutes he just stares at her. He did not expect her to die. He wanted to punish her some more. Finally, he makes a decision to throw her body into the Mississippi River tonight after he gets off work. He goes to the other side of the room and unhooks the cable, lowering her to the floor. He departs for work leaving her lying on the bare floor.

When George arrives at the hospital Friday morning Linda meets him in the parking lot and asks him when he would like to come over for dinner. He gives her a vague answer, telling her he is not sure when he can come over. He uses as an excuse his sickness yesterday. Right now George has other things on his mind and does not want to be bothered by her. Then he rethinks his answer to her and tells her he will give her a definite date later on during the day. But the day drags on.

The only thing that George can think about is the dead prostitute he left lying on the floor in his house. He just wants to get home and get her out of his house. He thinks about checking out early but decides against it. He cannot do anything with the body until after nightfall and checking out early will not help there. So he sticks it out until five o’clock. He figures that Linda will probably try to corner him into setting another dinner date so he goes to the other side of the hospital and leaves by a different entrance. He has been avoiding Linda all day. He even skipped lunch, afraid that he would meet her in the cafeteria. He just got himself a candy bar and soft drink from the machines near the elevators.

As soon as George gets home he goes to the punishment room. She is still lying where he left her. He was hoping that she would be gone, that she would somehow have just disappeared.

“Filthy whore,” he says to her. “Why did you have to go and die? Why did you have to fuck up my life like that? I have to spend my Friday evening getting rid of your body. I hate you. I hate all women. They ain’t good for nothing but doing housework and killing.”

George sits on the floor in front of her; his arms crossed over his knees. He sits and stares at her for a long time. He does not know why he kidnapped her, why he beat her. He realizes that something in him has changed but he does not know what it is. He does not know what brought on the change. He is lost and confused. His head is swimming. He thinks about his dead mother, about Donna, about Linda. He closes his eyes and puts his head on his arms. When he opens them again it is dark and the phone is ringing. He gets up and goes to his bedroom to answer it, but it’s a wrong number. He glances at the clock next to his bed; it is almost nine o’clock. He is hungry so he fixes himself a sandwich.

After he finishes eating he goes to the linen closet and gets out a white bed sheet. He unshackles the prostitute and then wraps her lifeless body in the sheet. After he puts her body into the trunk of his car, he stands over it and stares at it. For several minutes he just stands behind the car with his hands on the lid of the trunk and stares at the corpse. His mind is a blank. He slams the lid.

“Filthy bitch!” he says and then drives to Audubon Park, dumping her into the Mississippi River behind the park.

But George has no desire to return home at this time; his mind is too frayed. So, instead of heading for his house and in order to get away from the traffic, he turns right onto South Carrollton Avenue. He continues to drive slowly down Carrollton Avenue past Canal Street on to where it runs into Wisner Boulevard. He turns onto it and heads out toward the lake. He drives past Bayou St. John on his right and City Park on his left.

His meandering eventually brings him to Lake Pontchartrain and he pulls into one of the parking bays and turns off the ignition. He gets out and sits on the sea wall and stares out onto the lake. He hears the laughter of a woman and looks to his right. A young couple is wrapped arm in arm sitting a few yards from him. He thinks about moving farther left; he wants to be alone. But before he can move, they get up and leave. His thoughts turn from them as he watches the lights of the cars crossing the lake on the Causeway Bridge. He wonders where they are going and if any of them has a corpse in the trunk of their car. He gets back into his car and goes home.

August 23, 2008

Part 5 of My Sweet Candy Habit

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This is chapter five in this retrospect of an affair I had with the most exciting, sexually free, provocative and open minded woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing and having in my life, my wife included in that assessment.

Yes, I’m married and playing around behind her back. And yes I know what that makes me, but I can live with that. Let’s face it not everyone is cut out for monogamy, male or female. Throughout my marriage I’ve always had a problem remaining faithful, though not because I wasn’t getting what I needed at home. Quite the contrary, my wife and I enjoy a robust and healthy sex life. No, my lack of fidelity is solely my fault and stems from my own compulsions. I’ve always craved being with other women, craved the difference in how they felt, how they smelled, how they tasted, how they kissed, how they made love.these differences are what I wanted to experience the most.

Selfish of me? Absolutely.

My lover, Candy, and I met through some business our companies did together. That stage of our relationship lasted about eight months and during it there was nothing going on between us other then business. But once the project she’d contracted for came to a successful end our personal relationship changed.

Since the beginning of the personal side of our relationship two years have passed. And during this time the sex was as it had always been with Candy; hot, spontaneous, sometimes semi public, sometimes in her office, occasionally at hotels, very often at her home, and even sometimes when we traveled on the road together. And while sometimes she invited other women into her bed, most often her best girlfriend Jocelyn, most of the time it was just her and I.
Candy’s aware I’m married and that my wife, Helen and I have a very good and strong marriage, my infidelity notwithstanding. She has no problem playing second fiddle in this relationship and has said right from our first sexual encounter that she didn’t care I was married, she wanted this affair to continue.

Now while she and my wife are not exactly friends they are friendly acquaintances. And while I personally feel this is a dangerous situation Candy insists on including Helen in social settings such as parties she throws from time to time. But on the other hand she doesn’t ask me to bring my wife every time either; she does want me for herself every now and again. But Candy inviting Helen happens often enough to make it uncomfortable, albeit solely for me. Sick fuck that Candy is, and I say that with great affection, I think she enjoys seeing me in this situation.

Candy’s also married. But hers is a marriage of convenience borne out professional expedience. She and her husband Richard have been best friends since they were ten years old or so. After they graduated from college they got married, but the marriage has never been consummated. You see Richard is strictly gay. They got married to further their respective careers since married folks presented more maturity and responsibility in the business world and gave them a slight advantage.

Over the nearly fifteen years of their marriage Candy has had many lovers, both male and female and Richard has had his male lovers. But all of Candy’s lovers were transient in nature, short term affairs that lasted just a few months, not unlike my own past frequent affairs.

The one constant in her life, besides Richard I mean is Jocelyn. Jocelyn, like Candy is bi-sexual and these two have been lovers for more then fourteen years and share almost a husband/ wife relationship. I’m not trying to say that either woman would ever be mistaken for a man, not at all. Both women are definitively feminine and carry themselves with class and style. But both are also similar in nature sexually, almost a mirror image of each other in that sense.

Now while I’ve been part of several instances where these two seduced another woman and it turned into a foursome, there was one particular occasion where I played the role of voyeur. For my part there was no regret that I’d been relegated to this role, it was a stimulating and exciting change. The way it came about was.

One Saturday we were sitting in her living room, Candy, Richard and I talking about this and that when her cell phone rang.

Candy looked at the caller ID, said, “It’s Jocelyn,” and answered.

What Richard and I heard on our side of the conversation was roughly, “Hi Joce, what’s up?.Oh nothing, just sitting around talking.Richard and Bill.Really?.You did?.How’d she react?.Did she like it?.She did, huh?.Well what’d you do? .What’d she say?.Cool.You are?.She is?.Now?.What’s her name again?.Sam?.Oh short for Samantha?.She’s hot, huh?.Hmmmm.Sounds yummy.How old?.Yeah, sure we can do that again.Now?.Now’s good.Twenty minutes?.See you then, hon. Bye.”

Hanging up Candy looked at us with that smile and I knew something naughty was about to happen. Then she explained what the phone call from Jocelyn had been about.

“Jocelyn’s been working on a girl she met about four months ago where she works out and feels she has her curiosity peaked about some girl/girl loving. She just told me that last night they were sitting on the sofa at her house talking and sharing some wine when she leaned over and kissed Sam. Jocelyn said at first Sam kissed back but then suddenly the girl pulled away embarrassed. Jocelyn passed it off as a heat of the moment thing and said she was sorry.”

“Was she upset by that kiss? The girl I mean?” I asked.

“Apparently not. Jocelyn said Sam said it was ok, but she was a little shy the rest of the evening afterwards. Now today they’re at the mall shopping, trying on clothes, shoes and such. Jocelyn says that Sam seems much more animated, helping her with her dress, lingering touches, small things like that. And to Jocelyn it seems like Sam was dropping subtle hints that maybe she’d like to kiss her again, or maybe even more.”

“So they’re together now?” Richard asked.

Nodding Candy went on, “Jocelyn figured she’d better do something while Sam is in the mood for it, since she’s hinting and all. So she slipped away from her for a minute and went into the restroom to call me. Jocelyn asked if they could come here and maybe together we could seduce Sam, like we’ve done other women in the past.”

Smiling I asked, teasing her, “You and Jocelyn really get off on seducing poor innocent women don’t you?”

Candy just smiled her devilish grin and nodded then said, “Jocelyn said they’d be leaving the mall shortly and should be here in about twenty minutes.”

“Sounds like you and Jocelyn have got quite an afternoon ahead of you with this gal. Maybe I’d better be going,” I said.

Candy, holding my hand squeezed it tighter and placed her other hand on my forearm and said, “No, no you don’t have to leave. I don’t want you to go. You and Richard can watch from the closet,” she suggested with a nod and an impish smile.

I looked at Candy with my eyebrows raised and she asked, “What, you above a little voyeurism?”

“No but I’m not sure about this.”

“Why? You want to join in?”

“No. Well not necessarily. I mean you’ve included me in these little seductions in the past, but that’s not it at all. It’s just seems with the situation as you’ve described it this is something you and Jocelyn should take care of with it being just you girls.”

Candy said, “Look it’s no big deal. We’re not going to rape the little darling, if she says no then its no. No harm, no foul.”

I looked at Richard who shrugged and said, “Its fun to watch Candy play.”

“Well I certainly can’t disagree with that, can I?” I asked.

After agreeing to stay Candy said, “You’ll have to go upstairs with Richard though so Sam won’t see you two.”

Richard got up from his chair and added, “Yeah and we’ll need to go up now because I’ll need your help moving some furniture around before they get here.”

Candy and I got up from the couch together and she put her arms around my neck. She gave me a quick kiss then said, “Don’t worry, it’ll be fun.” Then she put her lips back on mine and pushed her tongue into my mouth.

I could tell by her breathing and kiss she was already excited just at the thought of what may happen in a short while.

Richard and I went up the stairs, walked past Candy’s bedroom door and went into his. He went directly to a double set of louvered doors and when he opened them I saw it was his closet. He walked in and called for me to follow.

Entering the closet I saw the aisles formed an “L” and the aisle to the left was filled with what were obviously Candy’s clothes. At the far end of this aisle was a window looking out into Candy’s bedroom. After a moment I realized the window was actually the two-way mirror set in the closet door of her bedroom.

In the center of the aisle in front of the door was a lounge chair which Richard was pushing to one side.

Going back into his room he went to and patted a cushioned easy chair and said, “We need to put this chair next to the other one.”

I was curious so as we moved the chair I asked Richard, “That’s some closet you guys have. What’s the story, I mean why is it so big?”

He said, “Actually it used to be a bedroom, but we converted it. When we bought the house it had a master bedroom and two smaller ones. Candy got the original master bedroom with the bathroom and I took one of the smaller bedrooms at the end of the hall. We knew we didn’t need a third bedroom but did need more closet space. So we expanded Candy’s bathroom taking up a piece of the middle bedroom on one side. Then we moved a side wall in my bedroom back into what was the middle bedroom, which took up more of it, but on the opposite side.”

Pointing at the wall with the door to the hallway he further explained, “Then we pushed that wall back until it was past what used to be the hall bathroom door and the door on the opposite side of the hall to the middle bedroom, which is now this closet door. Of course we widened it so it would be able to have these folding doors.”

After we set the second chair in place beside the lounge chair, leaving just enough room between them to slip past sideways, he opened a drawer next to the mirrored door and took out a speaker box with a toggle switch. He set it on a shelf, plugged it into what looked like a phone jack then pushed the toggle switch down from the center position.

When he saw me watching he explained, “Candy ‘bugged’ the living room and her bedroom so that we can have sound in here as well as being able to watch what was going on in her bedroom.”

Indeed we heard through the speaker the faint sounds of Candy moving around downstairs then her cell phone ringing.

We went back into his bedroom and he began to undress. He caught my look and said, “I like to be naked when I watch Candy do things like this. Go ahead, you might like it too.”

Shrugging I took off my clothes down to my underwear.

While undressing, I asked Richard, “You’ve watched Candy with other men often?”

He nodded then said, “But since she’s been seeing you for the last couple of years the only extracurricular activity she’s been involved in is with other women, which makes it somewhat less entertaining for me.” And after a pause and with a shrug of his shoulders he added, “But it’s still exciting to watch Candy enjoy herself.”

Candy has hinted at this herself a couple of times in the past. Was she being faithful to me, other male-wise? Why should she be? I surely had no right to expect her to be. I was married to someone else and certainly had no intention of leaving my wife. And she was married to Richard, albeit for convenience. She was a highly sexed woman who I didn’t think for a second could be satisfied being with only one man regularly and long term. But on the other hand I’ve never had reason to suspect her of seeing anyone else and she was always available to me when we were both in town. Even when either she or I were out of town we spoke on the phone regularly, the calls lengthy and sometimes bordering on, if not outright, phone sex. I just wasn’t sure.

“How many times have you watched Candy and me?” I asked.

He hesitated for a moment and said, “Just that first time when I came out and startled you.”

I knew he was lying but what could I say, what could I prove?

He went on, “Candy’s forbidden me from watching you two. She said I can watch all I want when it’s her and another woman though.”

On this I really didn’t know how much, if any was the truth. Candy could have told Richard to knock off watching her and me, but why would she? I was well aware that being watched was a major turn on for my girlfriend. And as far as allowing him to watch her with other women what’s the harm? For Richard who was strictly gay it may have been alright as an occasional diversion, but it wasn’t what he really wanted to see.

By now at least fifteen minutes had passed since Richard and I had come upstairs and Candy had expected Jocelyn and Sam to arrive in twenty. So I was thinking it wouldn’t be much longer before they got here.

A couple minutes later the phone on the night side stand in Richard’s bedroom beeped twice and then we heard Candy’s voice over the intercom feature saying, “Jocelyn just called and said they stopped at another store so it’s going to be a little while longer guys.”

Richard said, “Ok,” then pressed a button on the phone. Then he clapped his hands together once and asked, “Well since we have some time to kill, care for a massage?”

I’d learned somewhere during the past two years that while Richard by profession was an accredited physical therapist he had worked his way through college as a masseuse.

“Sure,” I said.

He went into his closet and came out with a portable masseuse table that he set up at the foot of the bed. He laid a towel across it where my hips would be and told me, “Climb on but take those off first,” while pointing at my underwear.

After dropping my shorts to the floor I lay face down on the table and placed my face in the opening. A moment later I felt Richard begin to rub the flat of his hands over my back and shoulders. He did this for a couple of minutes, and I began to relax under his touch. Then using his fingers he started kneading the muscles of my shoulders and neck and man did that feel good. Richard worked his way down my back then began to massage my thighs and calves.

Richard was really very good at this and I totally relaxed as he worked me over. Alternating gentle rubbing with deep massages, Richard worked my legs, back and shoulders for about fifteen minutes.

The phone on the night side table again beeped twice then we heard Candy saying, “They’re here.”

Slapping me on the bare ass Richard said, “Come on; let’s get a good seat for when they come up.”

Back in the closet he said for me to take the recliner as he sat in the easy chair.

On the speaker we heard the door bell ring then listened as Candy was introduced to Sam by Jocelyn. The voices were slightly hollow sounding but as they walked from the foyer into the living room the sound improved immensely.

After the obligatory offer of something to drink we heard the clink of glasses and then the pop of a cork from a bottle of wine. Then the three women settled down and talked about the clothing and other items Sam and Jocelyn had bought.

We could hear the rustle of the bags as items were removed from them followed shortly by compliments from the three of them on how cute this or that was.

After about fifteen minutes of this Jocelyn suggested, “Let’s try on some of the clothes and get Candy’s opinion on how they look.” Knowing full well she did, she asked Candy, “Don’t you have a big mirror upstairs?”

Candy said, “Hey, that’s a good idea. You can try on your new things and see how they look on you in the mirror.”

We heard them gathering their things and the voices took on that tinny sound again as they moved towards the stairs.

Upstairs in the closet Richard said, “Flip the toggle switch on the speaker from down to all the way up.”

As the girls came up the stairs the sound improved as they came closer to Candy’s bedroom. They appeared at the bedroom door with Candy leading the way, the girl named Sam following with Jocelyn trailing.

When I saw Sam I was stunned.I knew this girl! Her family lived across the street and several doors down from my wife and me. Her parents and us had been friends for the nearly twenty years we’d lived in the neighborhood. I’d watched this girl grow from an infant to the beautiful young woman appearing in Candy’s bedroom.

I knew from conversations with her father she was a little wild, like most teens, but was not a major teen problem. She was a beautiful girl, about 5′8″, blond, tanned, hazel-eyed, and athletic having played soft ball and soccer in school as well as having been a cheerleader. She was thin, toned, had hand sized breasts about 34C, a brilliant smile, a sparkling personality and I knew she was only nineteen. She dated regularly so it was apparent she liked guys, but here she was with these two older women about to be seduced into Sapphic love.

When the three of them had come into the bedroom they placed the bags and boxes onto the bed and the wine bucket and glasses on one of the night side stands.

Candy pulled back the drapes covering the mirrors on the far wall from where Richard and I sat in the closet. This brightened up the room considerably and gave us a view of what was happening no matter which way anyone was facing.

For the next twenty minutes or so they tried on various dresses, skirts, slacks and blouses but Sam never had less then her bra and panties on.

Now they were a nice bra and panties and it seemed that Sam was partial to thongs but I really was hoping for more (or less).

The only thing of note that happened during those first twenty minutes, other than a fine fashion show, occurred after they’d tried on various clothes for about fifteen minutes. And that was when Jocelyn removed her bra to put on a silk blouse she’d bought and Sam was stealing glances her way.

As she slipped her arms into the sleeves of the blouse, over the speaker we could hear Jocelyn saying, “I love the way silk feels against my bare breasts and how the smoothness of the material rubbing against them always keeps my nipples hard.” After buttoning up the blouse Jocelyn said, “See,” and pointed at the way her nipples poked out under the material.

Candy stepped over and rubbed her fingers over the silk blouse and Jocelyn’s nipples and playing along with the redhead’s comment said, “I’ve noticed the way they stand up before and figured that’s why you wear so many silk blouses.”

Sam watched, more stared really, while nibbling on her bottom lip as Candy caressed Jocelyn’s nipples through her blouse.

Then Candy reached onto the bed, picked up a different blouse by its hanger and held it in front of Jocelyn, covering the one the redhead was wearing and said, “But I think this one goes better with those pants you have on.” Then Candy laid the blouse back onto the bed, turned and walked around to the foot of the bed.

Jocelyn slipped off the blouse she had on and lay it neatly on the bed. Then she started unbuttoning the blouse Candy had suggested as it lay on the mattress, giving Sam another long, long look at her naked breasts.

And Sam was looking too as she bit her bottom lip or passed just the tip of her tongue between her lips, her eyes darting up every few seconds from what she was doing to peek at Jocelyn’s pert tits. She watched until Jocelyn had put the new blouse on and then looked directly at how the redhead’s nipples protruded underneath this silk blouse.

Standing at the foot of the bed Candy saw that Sam was checking Jocelyn out and smiled to herself.

Between changes of outfits the three women would sip wine from their glasses which Candy kept filled.

There were very few boxes or bags remaining with clothes left untried in them when Sam walked around to the side of the bed nearest the closet Richard and I were watching from. She bent over and picked up a bag that had fallen to the floor and pulled out a pair of yellow shorts and a green halter.

Sam had her back to us in the closet when she pushed her black slacks over her hips and down her legs displaying her gorgeous ass, the twin globes separated by the powder blue strip of cloth running up between her cheeks.

Bending over she stepped into the shorts before putting on the halter top. She turned and Richard and I were looking right at her standing not five feet away as she adjusted the top and looked at herself in the mirror. Her head cocked one way then the other, then she twisted her hips slightly one way then the other, studying her image.

Candy stepped nearer and stood behind her looking over her shoulder at Sam’s reflection and said, “You look so beautiful in that.”

Sam actually blushed and said, “Stop, you’re embarrassing me.”

Candy replied, “You shouldn’t be embarrassed by compliments, especially when they’re deserved.” After a moment she shook her head slightly and said, “There’s something wrong though,” and looked up and down the reflection of Sam’s body in the mirror.

In the closet I could see the look in Candy’s eyes as she studied the girl’s body in the mirror. I’d seen it often and knew it was one of pure desire.

After a long twenty or thirty second perusal she broke out in a smile, nodded as if what had eluded her had suddenly come to mind. Then she told Sam, “Oh I see. You’re not wearing that the way it’s meant to be worn.”

Sam didn’t utter a word or make a sound, nor did she make any move whatsoever to stop Candy, although her eyes did follow as the older woman’s hands went up and untied the halter top from behind her neck. The halter fell forward, hanging upside down by the tie where it had slipped down to her waist from where it had been loosely tied around her below her breasts.

Sam watched silently, unmoving, maybe not even breathing as Candy’s hand’s reached around her and undid the front clasp of her bra, leaving the cups hanging loose but covering her breasts.

From the clasp Candy lightly slid her fingers along underneath the cups of the teen’s bra. As her fingers moved up the outside of each breast Candy drug the backs of her nails over the bra’s thin material. Then as her hands moved over Sam’s upper chest up along the bra straps she again used just her fingertips to caress her flesh. Then Candy brought her hands up and over each of Sam’s shoulders where she used the sides of her thumbs to push the straps outward, over each shoulder and down the girl’s arms. Candy’s fingers never lost contact with the girl’s body as she moved her hands up from the bra’s clasp, the garment finally falling off Sam’s arms to the floor.

When the bra fell Candy held the open palms of her hands against the outside of Sam’s arms, just above the elbow as she held the teen’s eyes with hers in the mirror.

Sam’s breasts were very nice; about a 34C, round, firm with the nipples pointing upward.

Still with open palms and while maintaining eye contact with the teen through the mirror Candy slid her hands around Sam, over her belly and down to the halter. Then she pulled it up by the tie strings and retied them behind Sam’s neck, allowing her hands to ever so slightly brush against Sam’s pink nipples as she did so.

Did Sam’s body give a slight shiver when Candy brushed against her nipples? I would have sworn I’d seen one as her eyes closed.

After tying the halter’s straps back into place, Candy looked back into the mirror and said, “Now that looks so much better without those bra straps showing.”

Sam opened her eyes but they were looking into the mirror at Candy standing behind her, not at her outfit. It appeared to me, sitting in the closet that Sam and Candy held each others eyes in the mirror for a long time.

After a long fifteen or twenty seconds Candy’s eyes left Sam’s and looked down at the girls shoulder and said sympathetically, as if the teen were marred for life, “Oh look, your bra straps left a mark.” Then Candy leaned down and kissed one of the marks, her fingers caressing the other.

Sam’s eyes closed as Candy’s lips touched her shoulder and when the older woman’s hands came to her breasts and cupped them, Sam leaned back into Candy turning her head slightly. Candy gently squeezed and caressed Sam’s tits passing her fingers over the nipples as she kissed the girls neck.

With one hand Candy reached up and untied both ties of the halter, pulling it down and away with the other, dropping it to the floor.

Placing her hands back on the young girl’s tits Candy caressed the soft, smooth, firm flesh for fifteen or twenty long seconds. Then she took hold of the teen’s nipples between her thumb and forefinger, stimulating them as Sam’s mouth dropped open.

After playing with both nipples for some time and while keeping her fingers on one of the younger woman’s teats Candy placed her other hand on Sam’s chin and pulled the girl around to face her. As the younger woman’s body turned Candy stepped against her and the two women kissed, their bodies standing in profile to Richard and I watching from the closet.

Candy hugged the girl tightly to her, her more experienced hands caressing the younger woman’s bare back. We watched as Candy pushed her tongue into Sam’s mouth, and as Sam’s eagerly did battle with it.

Sam lifted her hands and placed them on Candy’s hips as she returned the older woman’s kiss with enthusiasm. Sam’s hands moved up and down Candy’s hips, over her curves from her waist to the tops of the older women’s thighs.

Jocelyn, on the other side of the bed had removed all her clothing as the other two women began to kiss. As she stripped she watched as Sam appeared to become more passionate with Candy and get into what was happening. Knowing now there would be no terrible scene with the young woman, she began to quietly remove the remaining packages from the bed.

Taking a step back Candy took Sam’s hands and placed them on her breasts over her blouse. As she undone the younger woman’s shorts and allowed them to fall to the floor, Sam’s hands were squeezing the older woman’s tits while watching with a touch of amazement on her face what her hands were doing, as if they were doing it of their own volition and she had no control whatsoever.

After Sam stepped out of her yellow shorts, Candy turned her to face the mirror again. Then she took up her original position behind Sam, kissing and nuzzling her neck.

Sam watched their reflection in the mirror as she leaned her body back against Candy’s. She raised her right arm and hooked her hand behind Candy’s neck as the older woman continued to kiss and nibble hers. The older brunette was again playing with the younger woman’s tits and nipples with one hand as she began to move the other lower. Candy’s hand was rubbing below the girls breasts, then over her taut, flat belly and then under the waistband of her panties.

Sam’s mouth dropped open and she breathed deeply through it as Candy’s fingers worked her nipples and between her thighs. Her left arm was bent up at the elbow in front of her; her hand just inches from Candy’s at her breast. The hand was relaxed, not open, not closed and wavering in the air as if she wanted to put it somewhere, but couldn’t decide where that would be.

Jocelyn came to stand beside the pair and reached out and cupped the girl’s tit nearest her.

Sam looked to her left at Jocelyn and smiled dreamily at the redhead before closing her eyes and letting her head hang down, her neck exposed to Candy’s kisses.

As Candy continued to finger Sam’s pussy and play with her breasts, Jocelyn knelt and pulled Sam’s panties down her long legs and we saw the young lady was indeed a natural blond.

Remaining on her knees Jocelyn caressed Sam’s legs and watched the other two women in the mirror as Candy softly told Sam, “Open your eyes and look at yourself in the mirror Sam. Look, see how lovely you are.”

With Candy’s continued urging Sam slowly raised her blond head, opened her eyes and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Sam had what I’d describe as a dreamy look in her eyes as Candy, smiling at the girl in the mirror said, “Look at yourself, you’re beautiful, you’re radiant, you’re smiling. There’s a blush on your chest, your nipples are erect, you’re wet and you’re content. Enjoy it. Let it happen.”

With that Sam turned in Candy’s arms and passionately kissed her bringing one hand up to the side of Candy’s face.

As the women kissed Jocelyn stood and ran her hands over the younger woman’s back and down over her ass. As she caressed the younger woman Jocelyn turned her head towards the mirror and stuck her tongue out at her reflection and then smiled.

These gestures were meant for Richard and me. At the very least she knew I was here having seen my SUV in the drive when she’d arrived.

Breaking from Candy Sam turned and kissed Jocelyn, again with them standing in profile to us.

The redhead placed one of her hands on Sam’s breast and the other around her waist, pausing for just a heartbeat before moving it down onto the young girl’s ass as they kissed.

Watching the two women kiss, Candy began to remove her clothing. When she removed her bra Candy cupped both her breasts then slid her hands over them, squeezing her flesh until her fingers found her nipples and began to gently roll them. After giving her nipples a moment’s attention she removed the rest of her clothing.

Getting into what was happening Sam placed both hands around Jocelyn, one on the small of her back and the other on the redhead’s ass. The two women’s tongues were moving back and forth into and out of each others mouth, their bodies pressed together.

Now nude Candy stepped up behind Sam and placed her arms around the younger woman and on Jocelyn, sandwiching the teen between them. As Jocelyn and Sam continued their kiss, Candy kissed and nibbled the teen’s neck again.

Breaking from their kiss Jocelyn looked into Sam’s eyes and said, “Candy’s right, you are beautiful and radiant too.”

Candy took this opportunity to move things to the bed.

Candy lay on the bed, patted the mattress beside her and Sam lay on her back next to the older woman.

Jocelyn crawled onto the bed from the foot and lay face down between Sam’s spread legs, her head just above the teen’s knees.

Candy rolled onto her side, leaned over and kissed Sam as her right hand went between the girl’s legs to play with her. From the closet we could see Candy’s fingers moving between the girl’s thighs as Sam’s hand on Candy’s neck held the older woman’s mouth to hers.

While Candy kissed the teen and her fingers played with Sam’s pussy, Jocelyn nibbled the inside of the younger woman’s thighs. After the two older women had kissed, fingered and nibbled on the teen for a couple minutes or so, we watched as Jocelyn moved up and placed her mouth on the girl’s sex. As Jocelyn brought her mouth to Sam’s pussy, Candy’s fingers moved up the girl’s slit and onto her pubes. It was a seamless transition from being fingered to being eaten and done with practiced grace by the two older women.
Candy kept her lips pressed to Sam’s as the girl slightly arched her back and placed her other hand on top of Jocelyn’s head, not pushing her away but holding her there, making sure the source of such delicious feelings between her legs didn’t leave.

After another minute or so they broke their kiss and Sam looked down at Jocelyn’s head between her legs. She watched for five or ten seconds as the older woman ate her then dropped her head to the pillow, her mouth open as she took in a deep breath.

As the young blond lay flat Candy’s fingers went back to Sam’s nipples, playing with each of them a few seconds before she lowered her head and brought her mouth to them. Candy sucked each one in turn and played with the other as Jocelyn continued to go down on the teen.

As the two older women made love to her Sam’s head rolled to the side, facing Richard and I. She had her eyes closed and the tip of her thumb between her teeth, nibbling and sucking on it.

It took another four minutes or so but the teen’s orgasm built, her breathing becoming more rapid and deep as she breathed through her mouth. Her face contorted into that pain/pleasure look and with her back arched she moaned loudly and came, holding Jocelyn’s mouth to her crotch and Candy’s to her breasts. Twice her body wrenched as her orgasm moved through her.

Her orgasm finished Sam fell flat and after a second or so opened her eyes and looked up at Candy. They held each others eyes a moment then Candy leaned down and gave the younger woman a short five or six second kiss. After their lips parted Sam picked up her head and looked down at Jocelyn who still lay between her legs and smiled at the redhead before dropping her head back down to the pillow again.

After recovering a minute Sam sat up and held her arms outstretched and open to Jocelyn who crawled forward into them. Sam wrapped her arms around the woman who’d given her such oral pleasure and brought her lips to Jocelyn’s for a kiss.

Lying back with her arms around the older redhead they kept their lips pressed together as Sam pulled Jocelyn down on top of her. They made out for another minute or so then Jocelyn lifted her head and looked down at the teen below her, running her fingers through a few loose strands of blond hair, pushing them from Sam’s face. Then after another quick kiss Jocelyn rolled from atop Sam onto the bed leaving the girl lying between her and Candy.

Sam rolled onto her side facing Jocelyn, and the closet we were in. She got up onto one elbow and studied Jocelyn’s face and then looked over the older redhead’s body, assessing it. As she studied Jocelyn’s body Sam sucked in her bottom lip and she alternately bit it or ran her tongue over it.

Candy, who had assumed a similar posture as Sam’s, reached around the younger woman with her right arm and cupped the blonde’s breast, nibbled at her ear and asked softly, “Did you enjoy that?”

Sam nodded, her eyes still taking in Jocelyn’s body.

Then Candy asked her, almost in a whisper, “Then what do you want to do now?”

Sam bit her lower lip, looked over her shoulder into Candy’s eyes a second or two, then turned back to Jocelyn and placed her hand on the redhead’s pubic hair.

She ran her fingers through the hair as Candy, still playing with Sam’s nipple and nuzzling her neck asked, “Would you like to give Jocelyn the same pleasure she gave you?”

Still biting her lower lip she stared at where her hand was and nodded, barely moving her head.

Candy said to the teen, “Go ahead then. Don’t worry honey. You can stop if you don’t like it, no ones going to force you to do anything you don’t want to.”

Hesitating a second or two more, Sam began to move down the bed and lay between Jocelyn’s legs as she spread them for the younger girl.

Candy moved closer to Jocelyn and scooted down too, her head now next to Jocelyn’s hip and asked Sam, “Have you done this before sweetie?”

The young blond shook her head in response as she stared at Jocelyn’s sex and continued to lick and bite at her lip.

Candy asked, “You know what you like when it’s done to you, don’t you?”

The blond teen nodded as she continued her visual journey between Jocelyn’s thighs.

Candy said, “Well then that’s a good place to start. Just do those things you like done to you. Jocelyn will show you what she likes as you make love to her.”

Sam lay looking at Jocelyn’s pussy as Candy reached over with one hand and parted the redhead’s lips with her fingers.

As she held Jocelyn’s sex spread open Candy looked at Sam and asked, “Isn’t she beautiful? I know her pussy’s pretty and besides that I know it’s delicious too. I know this because I’ve eaten it so many times myself.”

Sam looked at Candy and stared into her eyes for a second or two then turned back to look at the wet, puffy, red haired pussy in front of her. She replaced Candy’s fingers with her own, keeping Jocelyn spread open. As she studied Jocelyn’s pussy she cocked her head from side to side as she explored it with her fingers and her eyes. After a minute or so she slowly leaned in, closed her eyes, stuck her tongue far out and tentatively licked the redhead’s flesh.

A barely audible moan escaped from someone in the bedroom, and I’m not sure if it was Sam or Jocelyn. But the next thing you know we see Sam pressing her open mouth into the pussy in front of her.

Candy placed her hand on Sam’s back and caressed her as she now eagerly licked and sucked on Jocelyn’s pussy.

Candy said, “See, I told you it was delicious,” and then looked up at Jocelyn who mouthed the word, “Wow!”

Candy instructed the teen, “Put a finger in Jocelyn’s pussy as you eat her.”

Sam took her mouth from Jocelyn’s pussy to do as Candy had advised, immediately placing her mouth back on Jocelyn’s sex as soon as she had. Sam’s head moved up and down and from side to side as she ate Jocelyn, obviously enjoying her first taste of pussy.

As Sam eagerly ate Jocelyn, Candy rolled off the bed, walked around and stood at the foot. She stood watching as Sam ate Jocelyn for a moment or two then she began to rub Sam’s calves. Her hands moved up and down the girls legs higher and higher until they were caressing the teen’s thighs as well.

Candy’s hands pressed against the inside of Sam’s legs pushing them apart as she knelt on the bed between the young blonde’s legs, massaging her thighs and up onto the twin globes of her tiny ass.

While her legs and ass were being felt up by Candy Sam’s mouth kept moving between Jocelyn’s thighs, her right arm pumping in and out as she fingered the redhead.

Candy and Jocelyn made eye contact for a moment, as if they could communicate intuitively, before Candy lay down between the blonde’s spread legs.

Candy looked towards the mirror, towards Richard and I, and gave us one of her nasty, naughty, impish smiles before sticking her tongue out and running it around her lips a few times.

Then she turned back and kissed the girls right buttock, following her kiss with a long swipe of her tongue along the crack of Sam’s ass. Placing her hands on each cheek Candy pushed the teen’s ass apart and then pushed her face between them.

Sam took her mouth from Jocelyn’s pussy and looked into the mirror at the older woman eating her ass. Sam closed her eyes and bit her lower lip again as she rolled her hips against Candy’s probing tongue.

Several long seconds later Jocelyn pulled Sam’s mouth back around and the teen eagerly pushed her face back into Jocelyn’s sweet meat.

Sitting in the closet my cock was as hard as it’d ever been, standing straight up as I slowly stroked myself watching the three-way action not ten feet from where we sat. My cock was leaking a copious amount of precum, which was running down the length of my shaft pooling on my balls. My hand was well lubed by my natural juices and even though I had to stop stroking myself often to keep from cumming, the precum just kept flowing.

Back on the bed Sam cocked her right knee up allowing Candy more access.

Jocelyn was playing with her own nipples as the blond fingered and munched on her pussy.

As Candy ate Sam’s ass she pushed her fingers in and out of the teen’s wet snatch, mimicking what Sam was doing to Jocelyn.

After about three or four more minutes of this action Jocelyn began to cum, placing her hands on the back of Sam’s head holding it where she wanted the girl to lick and suck.

Candy took her face from Sam’s ass and while still pumping her fingers into the teen’s pussy said, “Yeah, baby that’s it. Make her cum, Sam. Lick up her pussy cream, suck it out of her.”

Jocelyn had her head rolled facing our way; her eyes closed tight, her face scrunched up, both hands on Sam’s head and her body rigid as she reached her climax. As her orgasm rolled over her her mouth opened wide and it stayed like that for several seconds. As her orgasm ebbed her face relaxed.

Finished cumming Jocelyn released Sam’s head, who continued to lay facedown where she was as Candy fingered her and ate her ass to orgasm.

Sam held her head up, her eyes closed, head turned our way, repeatedly saying, ‘Yes, yes, yes,” as Candy brought her nearer to her sexual release. Opening her eyes into little slits and breathing through clenched teeth, she looked into the mirror seeing Candy’s face buried in her ass, the older woman’s hand moving against her pussy. A moment later Sam lifted her face towards the ceiling, eyes closed again, her mouth wide open as if in a silent scream as she came on the older brunette’s fingers, collapsing onto Jocelyn’s thighs as she peaked and came down.

After one more kiss on the cheeks of Sam’s ass, Candy got off the bed and walked over to the night side stand where they’d left their wine glasses and refilled each of them. She placed the bottle back into the ice bucket and using the same hand she’d poured with picked up her glass. Sipping from it she watched about a minute as the young blond lay breathing deeply in and out, her head resting on Jocelyn’s thigh. As she stared at the teen, her wine glass in one hand, she brought the two fingers of her other hand, the ones she’d masturbated Sam with to her face and held them to her nose and inhaled deeply before putting those fingers into her mouth.

Before sitting back on the bed next to Jocelyn Candy handed one glass to her, who’d scooted up and was resting her back against the headboard and the other to Sam who was now on her knees, sitting back on her heels at the foot of the bed.

Holding her glass in one hand Sam wiped her mouth with the palm of the other. For several seconds she held her hand cupped over her lower face and nose, inhaling Jocelyn’s scent. Then she looked at the other two women and said shyly, “I can’t believe I did that; I’ve never even tasted pussy before. Licking another woman’s pussy is not something I’d ever even thought vaguely of doing. This was a first for me.”

Jocelyn asked, “Did you like it?”

Sam smiled and nodded, her hand cupped over her mouth and nose again.

“Then taste your own pussy, sweetie,” Candy said to Sam.

Her hand still cupped over her face Sam sat staring at Candy but didn’t move.

Candy got a look in her eyes and that devilish smile on her face. Then while keeping her eyes on Sam she said, “Show Sam Jocelyn. Taste yours.”

Sam turned her head and watched as Jocelyn lifted her knees until her feet were flat on the bed, her legs spread wide, exposing her red wet sex.

Even in the closet we could see how wet, red and swollen her excited pussy was.

Jocelyn rubbed her fingers through her lips along the length of her slit. Then after parting her inner lips wide with one hand she pushed two fingers deep into herself. She moved her fingers in and out and around, digging deep before removing them.

The redhead held her glistening fingers under her nose, her chest expanding as she inhaled her own scent. Then she placed the two digits into her mouth while looking at Sam. Jocelyn slowly sucked the digits as if they were tiny cocks licking her own juices from them. Taking the fingers from her mouth Jocelyn licked her lips to emphasize how much she liked her own taste.

“Now you,” Candy said to Sam.

After a moment Sam passed her glass to Candy then spread her knees wide after rising up onto them. As the two older women watched she reached down with both hands and spread her delicate lips then pushed a couple fingers from one hand between them.

Jocelyn told her, “Finger yourself deep to get your fingers well coated. Deep, that’s where the sweetest juice is.”

After fingering herself for nearly three quarters of a minute Sam pulled her fingers from her snatch and brought them up, her eyes watching as the shiny, glistening fingers neared her mouth.

She had her mouth open and was moving her fingers toward it when Candy ordered, “Stop.”

Sam looked questionably at Candy, her fingers just an inch from her lips.

Candy said, “Smell yourself, tell us what you smell.”

Sam sniffed her fingers and said, “It smells like pussy.”

Candy shook her head and with a look said to the teen, “No, inhale yourself and tell us what you smell.”

Sam closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, thought a moment then said, “It smells clean, fresh not at all like I thought it would. It smells good like something you’d want to bottle and sell as a scent.something like.”pussy perfume” but with a fancy French name.”

The three women chuckled at Sam’s suggestion then Candy said, “Now taste yourself on your fingers.”

Sam parted her lips and slowly brought her fingers towards her mouth. She stuck out her tongue and rested it against the bottom of her pussy coated fingers then used her tongue to draw them into her mouth, her lips sealing around the digits. After sucking on her fingers for a bit she slipped them from her mouth, her lips staying sealed around them until they were out. Then her tongue darted out from between her lips, licking them, savoring her own essence.

Jocelyn asked, “Well, what do you think?”

In response Sam pushed her fingers back between her legs and into herself for another taste. After pulling her fingers from her mouth a second time she said, “I like the way I taste very much, almost as much as I loved yours. This could become a habit,” she said as she buried her fingers in her pussy for a third taste. After she’d sucked her fingers clean she reached to take her wine glass back from Candy.

For the next few minutes the three of them sat on the bed and chatted about the wine and eating pussy.

After they’d talked for several minutes Candy asked Sam, “Do you feel guilty about what we’ve been doing?”

Without hesitation Sam answered emphatically, “No.”

Then as Sam handed Jocelyn her glass she said to Candy, “In fact, now I want to eat your pussy.”

Candy smiled and responded, “I’d like that very much.” Then Candy set her wine glass on the night side stand and moved down the bed from where she’d been sitting against the headboard. She spread her legs wide so the young blonde could lay face down between them.

Again using her fingers as she had on Jocelyn, Sam spread Candy’s lips apart and explored her pussy with her eyes and fingers before leaning in to lick the older brunette.

Jocelyn rolled onto her left side and placed her and Sam’s wine glasses on the night side stand. Then as she quickly raised and lowered her eyebrows once or twice she smiled at her reflection in the closet door mirror, smiling to Richard and me, while reaching up and cupping her right tit.

Sometimes I believe Jocelyn gets off on being watched as much as Candy does.

Then the redhead rolled over onto her right side and began to suck one of Candy’s nipples and play with the other with her fingers as Sam ate Candy’s pussy.

Watching from the closet we saw Candy place her right hand on Sam’s head and heard her telling the teen to, “Lick there”, “Flick your tongue there”, “Suck there”, once or twice saying “Not so hard” or “Not hard enough.”

With Candy instructing the novice pussy eater it took Sam about five minutes to bring her to a satisfying orgasm. After Candy’s orgasm had ebbed, when Sam sat up we could see her face was coated with Candy’s juices.

Just as Sam had done earlier with Jocelyn, Candy held her arms out to Sam who crawled up from between Candy’s legs into her embrace. The two women kissed passionately, and then Candy licked around the blonde’s mouth, cleaning up her own juices from the teen’s face.

Afterwards the three of them lay together on the bed for several minutes resting. Sam lay between the two older women but their arms and legs were all entwined together.

As they lay cuddling Candy asked Sam, “Have you had enough or would you like to play some more.”

The blonde teen shyly responded, “I’d love to play more if you’re up to it too.”

Candy smiled, chuckled and said, “Honey, you’re a dream, an insatiable little girl, just like I was.and am.”

Not wanting to be left out Jocelyn chimed in with, “Me too.”

They moved about on the bed and this time Sam and Candy leaned against the headboard and Jocelyn lay facedown across the bed with her feet towards Richard and I as they continued their talk.

Candy asked Sam, “Sweetie, have you been with a man yet?”

Sam nodded answering, “Well, not really a man, just a boy I’d thought I was in love with. But he just wanted to bang away at my pussy and get head, not really caring about what I needed.”

Jocelyn commented, “Typical for young guys.”

Candy added, “Some older men too.” Then she asked the teen, “Have you ever had your ass played with?”

Sam shook her head and said, “My ex-boyfriend wanted to do that and I really wanted to try it, to please him, but it hurt too much and I had to make him stop.”

Candy nodded and said, “I understand. But honey never, ever do anything like that to please someone else. You have to do it because you want to, not because they want you to do it. Besides I’ll bet he just wanted to shove it right in.”

Sam nodded in answer then said, “Yeah, and I tried to get him to wait a second and stop, but he just kept on pushing it in.”

Both older women nodded knowingly and then Jocelyn said, “Anal can be very enjoyable if done right.”

Sam shyly asked, “Do you guys do it, do you like it?”

Candy nodded while saying, “I enjoy getting my ass played with and fucked very much, but Jocelyn loves it even more.”

Jocelyn stated frankly, “I like it better then regular sex.”

To which an amazed Sam asked, “Really?”

Jocelyn nodded and said, “I love getting my ass fucked and it’s a regular part of my sex life. I’ll even do it when I’m by myself and I masturbate.”

Sam asked Candy, “You like it like that too?”

Candy replied, “I don’t prefer it over getting my pussy fucked but yeah I like my anal sex. And sure I sometimes fuck my ass with a dildo when I masturbate.”

Jocelyn asked Sam, “Do you masturbate hon?”

You could see the blush rise from the young blonde’s tits to her face as she nodded but quickly added, “But I’ve never played with myself back there.”

Jocelyn asked, “Would you like to find out what it’s like when done right?”

After just a bit of thought the teen replied, “Yes I would. But not today, ok? Maybe next time after I’ve had time to think about it, if that’s alright?”

Sitting in the closet I immediately picked up on the “next time” part of her response. Interesting Sam was thinking of doing this again with Candy and Jocelyn, and was even willing to do more. Well at least try.

Candy said, “Sweetheart we’ve told you already, no one here will ever force you to do anything that you don’t want to do. And when you’re ready to try this, or anything else for that matter, we’ll be there for you. Understand?”

Sam smiled, nodded then said, “Thank you.”

Candy looked down at the foot of the bed where Jocelyn lay and asked her, “What about you, you want that ass fucked?”

Jocelyn grinned, wiggled her ass and said, “Need you ask?”

Candy looked at Jocelyn with true affection and said, “You are such a slut.” Then she got off the bed and opened her drawer of toys and took out several dildos of different lengths, your basic six inch white plastic vibrator and a tube of lube.

Walking around to the closet side of the bed Candy set the toys and lube down on the mattress. She slapped Jocelyn on the ass saying, “Get up on those knees girl.”

Laughing Jocelyn rose up on her hands and knees and as Candy pulled back on her hips she moved to the very edge of the bed.

Candy said to Sam, “Come stand over here so you can see what’s going on.”

Candy stood to the right of Jocelyn’s kneeling form and Sam to the left, framing our view of the redhead’s rear end. Jocelyn had her knees spread wide apart and her head and shoulders on the mattress leaving her puffy pussy and the brown eye above open to our, and Sam’s view.

Candy picked up the vibrator and rubbed the tip and side of it over and through Jocelyn’s wet lips and against her clit for several minutes. Then while holding the side of the vibrator flat against Jocelyn’s pussy, Candy reached down and picked up an eight inch dildo. After taking the vibrator away and wetting the dildo by rubbing it through Jocelyn’s juicy lips and teasing her hole with it for a bit she pushed it into the redhead’s pussy from behind.

After fucking Jocelyn for a minute or so with the dildo Candy tells Sam, “Take this and fuck her with it.”

Sam took hold of the base of the rubber phallus hanging out of the older woman’s hole and moved it in and out tentatively a few times.

Candy placed her hand on top of Sam’s, stopped her and said, “No dear, not like that, do it like this. Just don’t shove it in and out like you’re pumping water, alternate the speed and depth that you fuck her. Stimulate her and be aware of her response. If something is working, keep doing it, if it’s not working try something else. If what was working isn’t anymore try something new.”

Releasing the blonde’s hand Sam does as Candy instructed and a bit later is rewarded with a moan from Jocelyn. The teen looked triumphantly to Candy, who smiled and nodded back.

As Sam continued to fuck Jocelyn with the dildo Candy smeared a dollop of lube over her finger and rubbed it over the outside of the redhead’s asshole.

Feeling someone’s touch on her asshole causes Jocelyn to move her hips around and from side to side some.

After smearing the lube around and a little into Jocelyn’s asshole Candy dipped her finger into the kneeling woman’s rear opening to the first joint then took it out again. Then she poured a little more lube directly onto Jocelyn’s hole then pushed her finger in again, this time to the second joint. To this depth Candy moved her finger in and out several times. Finally as she pumped it in and out Candy began to sink her finger in deeper until she has it all the way in to the third knuckle.

As she fingered the redhead’s rear hole and Sam fucked the older woman’s pussy with the dildo Candy explained to the teen, “With someone as experienced with anal sex as Jocelyn it takes a lot less prep time then say someone who has little or no experience, such as yourself.”

Over the next few minutes as she added a second and then a third finger to Jocelyn’s ass Candy went on with her instruction adding, “In some cases I’ve spent nearly half an hour working on some women’s asses just getting them ready for a fucking. It takes a lot of time and patience to prepare a novice for their first anal play.”

Sam watched as Candy pulled her fingers out to between the first and second knuckle and then spread them apart, opening Jocelyn’s rear hole wider.

Candy took her fingers out of her redheaded lover’s ass and Sam’s eyes went wide as Candy picked up a six inch dildo and rubbed the tip of the head in the lube around Jocelyn’s asshole. Then the teen’s mouth dropped open as Candy slowly but steadily pushed the dildo into Jocelyn to the base.

Candy says, “Keep fucking her pussy as I fuck her ass.” The two women continued to push and pull the toy cocks in and out of the kneeling redhead’s asshole and pussy. Sometimes they’re synchronized going in and out together, other times they are on a contra beat.

As Jocelyn’s moaning begins anew and her hips are rolling to the pleasure the two women are giving her, Sam nods in response when Candy asks her, “Remember what I told you about being aware of her response to what you’re doing?”

“Ok then, we can see Jocelyn’s passion building; now let’s push her over the edge. Reach under and rub her clit with your finger and fuck her pussy faster with the dildo.”

Doing as she had been instructed Sam watched as Candy kept up her steady pace of fucking Jocelyn’s ass with the six inch dildo.

When the redhead began to cum to the twin assault she yelled out passionately and breathlessly to Sam, “Pinch my clit, please pinch it.” Turning her head around the other way she yells at Candy, “Fuck my ass you bitch fuck me.”

Jocelyn pushed her hips back onto the twin rubber dicks being shoved into her, meeting the other women’s thrusts. As the two dildos move in and out of her and Sam’s pinching her clit, not too hard but just enough, Jocelyn is repeating over and over, “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” and when she cums it changes to one single long drawn out crying, “Fuuuuuuck.” Her body goes stiff and the long “fuuuuck” turns into a loud squeal, her body jerking a couple of times as she continues to cum. Then as the final wave of her orgasm rolls over her she collapses onto the mattress the two dildos coming out as she falls forward.

Still holding the eight inch dildo in her hand Sam looks down in amazement at the redheads back as she lays on the bed breathing deeply, catching her breath. Then Sam looks at Candy and says, “Oh my god, it’s incredible we could make her cum like that.”

Candy nodded and smiled then replied, “Isn’t it though. Jocelyn’s orgasms tend to be intense when her ass is played with.” Then she said to Sam, “Let’s take these toys into the bathroom and clean them.”

They disappeared from sight for about five minutes and when they came back into the room Jocelyn was sitting on the edge of the bed facing us. Jocelyn stood as they came back in and kissed first Sam then Candy after she’d dropped the toys back onto the mattress.

After their kiss Candy took a step back from Jocelyn, pointed to a spot on the floor and told Sam, “Stand there.”

The young blond stepped over and stood where Candy had told her to, between the two older women facing the closet door mirror.

Candy placed one hand on Sam’s forearm and the other arm around the blonde’s waist. Then she asked Sam, “Now what do you see in the mirror?”

What I saw facing me were three beautiful women; two thirty-something years old and a nineteen year old. While obviously the nineteen year old had the edge in the firmness department, the older two women more than held their own in comparison.

Sam studied their reflection for a moment then said, “I see three attractive women who are enjoying each other, having a good time together.”

Candy smiled and asked, “Would you like to know what I see?”

Sam nodded and answered, “Yes.”

“I see the same as you and a bit more also.I see a young woman who knows so much more about herself this afternoon than she did this morning. A young woman who has spread her wings a little and wants to fly, to experiment, to learn about her own sexual enjoyment and satisfaction. A young woman who wants to experience full force the benefits of her sexuality and sensuality.”

Sam thought a few seconds about what Candy had said. Then she smiled, nodded and responded, “You’re right. I am a different person then I was this morning.”

Candy pulled Sam around to face her and kissed her deeply, her arms around the younger girl, holding the teen tightly against her. Sam’s arms went around Candy too as they kissed, her hands on the top of Candy’s ass.

As the other two women kissed Jocelyn caressed the girl’s back then moved her hand down over the swell of the teen’s ass and then lower going under and between her legs.

Breaking their kiss after about a minute Candy takes Sam’s shoulder and turns her to face the bed then tells her, “Spread your feet honey.” Sam moved her feet apart some, but not wide enough for Candy who tells her, “Wider.” After she spread her feet wider still Candy patted the bed and said, “Lean over and lay your head here.” Doing this makes Sam’s ass stand out prominently.

The two older women are standing on either side of the young woman’s hips caressing the globes of her ass as Candy tells Sam, “You need to trust us baby. We’re not going to penetrate your little bum but we will play with you to stimulate you. Ok?”

In the closet we could barely see Sam’s head over her hips and ass as she nodded.

Each on a cheek, Jocelyn and Candy pulled Sam’s ass gently further open spreading her cheeks wider offering us a view of her pussy and asshole from this position.

Sam’s pussy was delicate looking, almost fragile being a pale pink color but glistening with her own juices. Her inner lips were clearly visible and were splayed wide revealing the color of her inner flesh and trailed downward towards her clit. She was a natural blo