Audrey's Show

This story alternates between action and long stretches of character building. And once again, this episode is told from Lisa's perspective.

This episode starts the morning after "Movie Night" ends, when Alan and Lisa had watched their newly made video for the first time.

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I wake up to an empty bed. And I hadn't even slept in all that late this morning. I throw my kimono around me and go in search of Alan. Probably in the kitchen making breakfast, I thought. Looking around the bedroom, I notice the tripod, the fancy selfie stick things, and the three big lighting units are all gone. Alan must have cleaned that up yesterday while Audrey and I were out. I hadn't noticed last night.

In the kitchen, I find fresh coffee, more fresh fruit ready for breakfast and a hot loaf of... apple cinnamon bread?, guessing from the luscious aroma emanating from it. But no Alan.

Only then do I notice the note sitting next to my coffee cup. He knew where I would go first.

Morning lover girl.

I needed to do something for work, so I'm in the study. Come grab me when you are ready for breakfast.

Kisses

I pour my coffee and bring it with me as I go back to the study to fetch my husband.

"What's the emergency?" I ask. "You don't usually work Sunday mornings."

"Well you know our showcase is coming up in just over a week. Apparently I can't take an afternoon off without things going to hell. At least, the video well was worth it."

"Worth it? -- that was the sexiest thing I ever saw. At least the first half of it before you distracted me!" I say teasing him. We had made a home porno Friday night. He had spent all afternoon turning our bedroom into a mini-studio, including four camera angles. He then spent hours yesterday morning editing it all into an incredibly professional looking video. He's obviously seen it all, but we got hot and heavy while watching it together last night, so I missed the second half. Except for one clip that he had put on my phone and I had shared with my best friend Audrey. Alan and I were planning on re-watching it today so I could see the second half.

My pussy is growing damp as I remember the first half and anticipate what the second half will look like.

But he breaks the bad news, "I ended up putting in probably three or four hours yesterday for work and I will need to work most the day today, probably until dinner, which I guess will have to be a quick meal out somewhere. I'll still be able to watch the movie again with you, but not til this evening. I'm afraid it's going to be a week of long days. But I have insisted on leaving Saturday evening open for Audrey and Tim to come over. Have we decided what we are doing?"

"No, I suspect I'll talk to Audrey about it on Monday," trying not to sound too disappointed. I know the showcase is the first big test for the project he's been leading for over a year. I guess the flip side of his work allowing to take off an afternoon on a whim is that it may sometimes expect him to work long hours.

"But let's forget about my work for a few minutes and grab breakfast. Ham, tomatoes, red bell peppers and cheddar for your omelette, I assume?" He wraps an arm around my waist and we walk back the kitchen.

We had a pleasant, if uneventful breakfast, delicious as Alan's cooking usually is.

Oh god, I just figured out why Audrey was talking up his curry last night. I mean the curry was good, but she just kept going on and on about it. She was buttering him up, hoping he would say yes to her watching our sex tape. The deal was that Alan and I had to both agree before anyone else could watch it. Alan was pretty protective, not wanting to share me with anyone.

I chuckled to myself about her ploy. Alan is human and likes being complimented, but he is also very arrogant about some things that he is sure that he is good at, aking him almost immune to being buttered up. Those things include his work and his cooking. On the other hand, pressing her tits against him in a hug last night might have helped her cause.

Almost like he knew I was thinking about Audrey, Alan announces, "I had a thought about your pool problem."

It takes me a minute to come up with some context for that announcement. I had wanted Audrey to teach me how to play pool -- she is apparently a serious pool shark -- but we didn't have easy access to a table. Our first attempt at a bar nearly turned into a disaster and I don't think either of us want to risk that again.

"My group's break room has a foosball table and a pool table," he explains. "I could bring you and Audrey in for a few hours on Saturday mornings. But not until after the showcase, of course. Too many people working weekends in the office until then."

"That's a great idea. I'll tell Audrey about that on Monday as well." That really would work well. Alan could get some extra hours in while we had fun on the table. Alan tries really hard to maintain a good work-life balance, but it frustrates him at times not to get done as much as he wants to. If he was single, I bet he would work 80+ hours almost every week.

"Sorry to eat and run Lisa, but I probably should get back to work."

As is normal, I clean up after breakfast. It's always seemed fair that if he does all the cooking, I should do at least the bulk of the cleanup afterwards.

As I wash the pans, I wonder what I should do with myself. I could see what Audrey is doing, but we were together all day yesterday, and I bet she is having her pussy split open yet again by Tim's monstrous cock, at this very moment. Better to not disturb her (or his) fun.

As I hang up the last pan, I settle on reading something. I can try to find something on my kindle. Something sexy, I decide.

I go back to our bedroom, grab my kindle and sprawl on the bed. I go to the kindle store, type "erotic stories" into the search bar and flick through a few suggestions until settling on a juicy looking collection of short stories. I download it and settle into reading. The first story I read is about a couple who meet one afternoon and realize they are each riding the same commuter train home. The car they are in is nearly empty and they get into a game of sexual dares. I match his actions, playing with my tit with my left hand as he finally reaches under her blouse. My hand travels down to my dump pussy as he brings her to orgasm in the story. A little too quick to get myself off. And I keep having to bring my hand back to tap the screen. I can't quite figure out to hold the kindle and turn the "pages" both with the same hand.

Mildly frustrated, I glance at the next few story titles before starting to read one. "Let's make a movie!" -- well that sounds right up my alley today. That story is well written and has me pretty hot and bothered, even if the logistics of acting on it are still challenging.

I continue on to the next story, "The public bath". The woman takes her daily baths in a room with a big picture window onto a crowded public street, Strangers watch her walk into the room and slip off her robe. Now naked, she steps in the hot water, full of bubbles. Her body disappears beneath the soap as she slides down into the tub. After a minute her breasts poke through the bubbles, giving her audience something to see. She washes her chest with a washcloth and then turns to her legs, bringing each leg in turn almost all the way out of the water, looping a knee over the edge of the tub, giving her audience a bit of a thrill until the leg disappears back under the water.

Finally, she is washing her privates. She drops the cloth to the bottom of the tub. But that is intended; now she is just pleasuring herself with her fingers. The soap bubbles have mostly popped; and the motion of the arm and her hand clear the soap over her pussy, exposing her full secrets to her audience. She finishes her task, climaxing loudly, before climbing out of tub and walking back into the building and out of sight of the crowd.

"That was hot!" I thought to myself. I set down the kindle and reach my right hand down to my slit. Sopping wet, enflamed and ready to explode at a touch. But I still have hours yet. No need to hurry, better to play a game with myself in the interim.

I leave the kindle on the bed and head into the master bath. Audrey had suggested yesterday that our big bathtub could be fun. I turn on the water and adjust it to my perfect soaking temperature, pouring in enough bath bubbles to give a nice thick sheet on the water.

I turn and look at the (imaginary) cameras focused on me. (This would make a good video shoot, I think.) Then I look at my (also imaginary) audience. But this audience is not strangers, It's Alan. And Tim and Audrey. And Mary.

Still facing them, I untie my kimono, and pull it open. I watch the eyes of my audience as they ogle my mostly naked body, partially exposed to them. I let the kimono slide to the floor, removing my last hint of modesty. But I don't get in yet. I turn to face the tub, spreading my legs slightly as I turn; when I bend over to test the water, I expose my privates to their probing eyes. I also know one camera has zoomed in on my pussy, sopping wet with excitement. The camera follows a drip of my juices, as it leaks from my cunt and starts to roll down my inner thigh.

I turn around again so all my admirers, human and camera, can watch my big tits and my bare pussy as I step up and into the bath tub. I slide down into the water, all but my face disappearing beneath the soapy surface. I rise up again so that tops of my large breasts are exposed, my dark brown nipples emerging well clear of the water and begging for attention. I wash around my breasts, lifting them up out of water one of a time to I wash the underside of each. I shiver with the sensation as I rub the somewhat rough cloth over those nipples, giving them just a tease of the attention they crave.

My audience has come closer to stand just beside the tub, where they can see hints of me through the soapy layer, down to my naked body below. But they are careful not to block the camera that is capturing all of this from straight above.

I now wash each leg, one after another, pulling it out of the water for better access (and better visibility). I start to wash my crotch, but it needs something else. I drop the cloth and slowly tease my pussy, tracing around the lips before focusing the finger on my pleasure nub. I shift from the intense stimulation, instead pushing my fingers deep into my cunt. Then back again to my clit. I am getting close now as I reach my other hand up to pinch my nipples. This pleasure is the final straw; my back arches as wave after wave of the orgasm wash over me.

When I open my eyes again, my audience and the cameras have vanished back into the ether. I relax in the tub for another fifteen or twenty minutes before climbing out. I dry myself off thoroughly and wrap my kimono back around me.

That was very satisfying. I really should take more baths.

Looking at the clock in the bedroom, I expect Alan will work for another two hours or so. I head out to the living room, plop down on the couch. I find a movie that will run for about 90 minutes. When it ends, I go to the door of the study to ask Alan how long he expects to be.

Before I can say anything, he asks, "Still in your kimono?".

"I soaked in the bath for a while. It was nice. I bet we could make a good movie there."

"So THAT's what you were doing in the bath for all that time."

"It wasn't that long... Anyway, how long do you think you'll be?"

"It's been going pretty well. Another fifteen minutes or so and I should be good for the evening. I will probably head out in the morning before you are up though."

"I better go get some clothes on then."

Back in the bedroom, I put on my new pink silk blouse -- with a bra, sorry Audrey -- and my blue skirt, the shortest one I own. It comes down to about five inches above my knee. I know, not really short, but my wardrobe is mostly pretty conservative. Still, it's short enough to have wandering eyes hopeful. I briefly consider going commando, but settle for the same sheer black panty I briefly wore Friday night for the video. After brushing out my long golden brown hair, I come back out where Alan is just emerging.

"Tito's?" he asks.

"Sure"

"Let's go then".

Tito's is an upscale pizza place where we go pretty regularly.

We order our usual pizza and I get my usual wine. Alan gets an iced tea instead of his usual beer. I wonder if he is planning on doing more work this evening after all.

I try to chat, but he seems distracted, clearly still analyzing something from his project. He hasn't even noticed my new pink blouse or the cleavage it offers, with the top two buttons unfastened. Nor had he tried to sneak a peek up my skirt, even when I tried to expose myself to him.

I think about mentioning the blouse, but decide it would probably yield a "that's nice dear" response. I decide to let it go. I hope the movie, at least, will catch his attention.

When we get home, we cuddle on the couch for a few minutes before he starts the movie. The movie does seem to finally break him from his work trance, at least for the moment. And, even if subconsciously, his hand appreciates the easy access my skirt offers.

The opening strip tease in our video still gets me excited, and his hand on my inner thigh feels good after a frustrating dinner.

But I find myself watching the next few parts, which I have already seen, focused more on the technical aspects than the eroticism. I am still amazed that the awkwardness of his yelling cut disappeared, morphing into a seamless transition after his edits. In the video, I have a massive orgasm, start to climb on to the bed, and then we see a close up of my face and hanging boobs as I crawl towards him. Then a shot from behind, accenting my ass and pussy, clearly sopping wet.

The video watches us from the side as I start to pull down his boxers, shifting to the view from above in time to see his cock spring free. Then from the back, with all my best assets framing a shot of his member. Just as the view gets blocked from my face coming down low, if shifts to a side view of me licking the entire length of his shaft. When my tongue reaches the top, it shifts again to a closeup, now of my tongue circling his bulbous tip -- must be from the gopro.

I watch shot by shot, checking out each angle until it cuts to him shooting his seed onto my tits, shot from above. This shot was the last part that I had really seen before I succumbed to Alan's more fervent attention last night. I do notice that the real Alan has gotten his dick out, stroking it with one hand while the other is starting to tease my pussy through my panty.

The video then cuts to the view from the side and the camera pans to follow me and my sticky boobs as I lean back. What the hell -- that was a fixed camera. How the fuck did Alan do that?

The video then shifts to the view from above, now focused on my exposed pussy. The dildo enters the picture and comes right to my opening. Now a closeup watches the dildo push in -- must be the gopro again. We stay focused on that shot for a while, watching the dildo push in and pull out.

I am starting to watch the content more excitedly now and not noticing the nuances of each shot as much. As our digital selves change positions, the real Alan shifts to reach further under my skirt, and, pushing the panty to the side, sliding his fingers into my waiting cunt. I moan softly, but work to stay focused on the action on the screen.

Just as I did at the time, I watch his cock disappear into me from the side. I swear it looks zoomed in now, though. I see my own face lost in pleasure, his cum still oozing down my hanging breasts. Our doppelgängers shift position again, as I see his cock enter, now looking straight down at my ass. I then watch my pussy being slammed by his cock, over and over again, in graphic detail from below. As nice as his fingers are feeling, my real cunt craves the feeling of a cock slamming into it.

I see my virtual hand rubbing my clit. I yearn to actually feel every sensation I am watching. I see myself turning to face my digital lover. I lustfully ogle my own ass and pussy, as I lower it onto his throbbing cock. No human eyes have ever watched their lover impale them this explicitly.

By the time I watch the cum drip out of my video cunt onto his equally unreal cock, I need the real thing now. I need him to fuck me. I stand up from the sofa.

He is obviously thinking the same thing. He slides his pants down to the floor, and swings around to lay on his back on the sofa. I climb back on the couch, astride his crotch, looking into his lustful eyes. I pull my skirt up slightly and, pushing my panty to the side once again, impale myself on him. I sigh as I feel his cock slide into my hungry cunt, remembering the view of this same action I had just seen on the screen.

He urgently starts to thrust his pelvis up, driving himself further into me, before sliding almost all the wayback out. He is clearly anxious for relief. Fair enough, I guess, he did not have a massive orgasm in the bathtub earlier today.

Unless I want to miss out this time, I need to do my part. So I match his thrusting, while reaching my fingers through my panty to massage my clit.

Moments later, he erupts inside me and I feel him providing his special lubrication in my canal. It takes me only a moment longer to reach my own release. This orgasm, while satisfying, is hardly earth shattering. Especially compared to how my world had been rocked regularly over the last ten days.

This orgasm was almost purely physical, without the emotional depth or eroticism that defined my earlier climaxes. I needed this release, but Alan's aloofness and distraction today has left me a bit cold.

While I sit there astride him, he finally seems to notice me. "That's a cute outfit," he says. "Is that your new blouse? It shows off your boobs beautifully. Although it might be even more fun without that bra," he adds, grinning.

I clamber off him. My panty is all twisted, and rather than trying to straighten it out, I pull it off.

Alan excitedly asks, "Are those THE panties? They should be in a sex museum somewhere. With a signLisa wore these during the sexiest strip tease in modern history. Thought to only be surpassed by the seduction of Julius Caesar by Cleopatra."

"Oh, you," I exclaim, smacking him in the face with that same famed sheer black panty.

I turn away and walk across our condo towards our bedroom. I stop well across the room,, spread my legs slightly, and bend over peering through my legs back to him. He has indeed noticed this show, ogling my ass and pussy being presented to him under my short skirt. I wave coquettishly to him from between my legs. He smiles back. Then frowns a bit.

"I should go check on something before I come to bed," he admits. "Don't worry about waiting up for me. And I will probably be gone before you get up. So I probably won't see you til tomorrow night. Sorry. I love you."

I continue back to bed by myself. Getting out of my clothes, I climb into bed and pick up my kindle. Maybe reading for a while will help me get to sleep. Alone. Sigh.

I awaken in the morning alone in bed. I had a vague sense of him getting into bed after I was asleep, but I missed him getting up. I wonder how little sleep he is getting.

The coffee pot is set up, but I need to push go before I get my nectar of life. No coffee when I wake up is a cruel casualty of his work schedule. I make myself a bowl of oatmeal while my coffee is brewing. Eating alone is not helping my mood. I finish my coffee, clean my dishes, and go back to get dressed. I might as well head into work early, rather than just moping here.

I am the second one to arrive at the office today. At least there is another living, breathing person here. I watch intently as each person arrives, hoping they will be Audrey. I need a friend. And I want to tell her about how well our movie came out.

While I wait, I do have work to do. Some of it the work I would usually have done during my trip last week, when I instead spent my energy planning our video. I had extra work on that project this week, because I was heading back to meet with the town planner on Thursday. My usual approach was to absorb everything I could about the current situation in the downtown as well as exploring as many approaches as I could conceive.

I am finally getting good work done when I notice Audrey's red hair across the room. I close my laptop, and try not to hurry too much as I cross the room to talk to Audrey. She sees me coming, waves, and, I as approach, says, "I can't talk much now. I have to run some things by Marty before my trip tomorrow. Lunch again? I have something I need to talk to you about."

"Can you do any earlier than noon?" I ask, almost begging.

"11:40 is possible. Why the rush?"

"Mostly just lonely," I admit. "Alan worked almost all day yesterday and was off to work before I woke up this morning."

"Okay lunch today, but remember I am traveling the next two days. So I hope he isn't too busy for you all week."

Dang! And I am away Thursday. Today is my only Audrey lunch until Friday. We had only been doing these for less than a week, but I have quickly grown dependent on my lunches with Audrey.

Audrey sees my disappointment, and tells me, "Hang in there -- see you in a little over two hours." And then she hurries off to her meeting with Marty.

I try to lose myself in the work until then.

By 11:30, I feel I know as much as I can about the 8 blocks under consideration. And have loosely sketched out four different approaches for improving the area, still all in my head. The accomplishments have me feeling a bit better. My mood improves even more when Audrey pops in and asks if I am ready to go.

I hop up and rush over to her, giving her a big hug.

She lets me hug for a minute before easing away, saying, "Easy girl, we're at work."

I try to regain my poise and reply, "Ok, let's go."

I don't even wait til we get to the lounge before I start rattling away at her.

"The movie came out better than I ever could have hoped. We watched it right after you left Saturday. But I missed the second half, because Alan and I got 'distracted'.

"So we said we would watch it again together Sunday afternoon. But by the time I was up, he had started working, and worked all day."

Audrey interrupts, "Slow down girl, we have all lunch to talk, And I have some big things to tell you."

I apologize, saying, "Sorry, I just haven't had anyone to talk to for almost two days. What's your big news."

"Well first, thanks for the choice of the movie," Audrey starts in, "It really was perfect and got to Tim. We were snuggling the whole walk back to his place."

I remember how physically attached they had been walking out. "Snuggling? It was going to take a surgeon to separate you two."

Ignoring my comment, she continues, "Then we stop halfway there just looking up at the moon and he kisses me and then he says IT."

"It?" I ask.

"He told me he loved me, silly," Audrey clarified. "And I told him I loved him, of course. And I realize I do. I REALLY do. This has all happened so fast!

"I have only told two other guys I loved them, not counting my daddy. First was my first serious boyfriend, in college. But we grew up, and apart, and by the end of college, it was easy for each of us to say goodbye. And then Jack, the asshole who dumped me four months ago. But I'm not sure I ever really believed it. I think he had just said it to me to keep access to my tits and my pussy. But this one's real. I have never felt anything like this before."

I looked over ay my best friend and she was almost glowing with joy as she spoke. Ah, the heady days of love. This much happiness is more than a little contagious and I could feel my spirit lifted.

Audrey continued on, "When we got to his place, we made love for hours. Not the animalistic fucking we had been doing regularly for the last... week -- has it only been a week?. Not that I ever want to give up that raw physical sex, feeling him drive Ben into me - "

"Ben? whose Ben?", I ask a bit confused.

"Oh, he calls his cock 'Big Ben'," she explained.

I don't think Alan has a name for his penis. Maybe I will ask him.

Before Audrey can get back to her story, she has to pause -- we have reached the lounge. Seems like a story not to tell while the maitre'd is seating you.

Once at our table, she continues, "As I was saying, we made love. Soft and gentle, with lots of hugging and kissing. My orgasms, and there were several, were softer, but still powerful, filled with emotion, rather than raw physicality." She is almost drifting away, as she dreamingly adds, "It was wonderful!"

Another orgasm varietal conversation, I think to myself. That seems to be the rage in my life right now.

The waiter coming to take our orders breaks her out of trance. After he leaves, she turns back to me, saying, "So what's up with you and Alan?".

I reply, "Nothing is wrong, other than he has to work too much right now, the timing just hit me really hard. As I said, we had watched it right after you left. It may be the sexiest thing I have ever seen, right up there with Tim eating you out on our dining room table a week ago."

Audrey blushes.

I continue, "You have to see it. But I pretty much missed the second half Saturday night. I woke up looking forward to a lazy Sunday, and watching the move again (and maybe again), while Alan and I, as you put it, fucked like animals. But it wasn't to be.

"The main project that Alan is running has a big thing happening next week and there was a problem. They are doing what he calls a showcase, which means, best as I can understand, that they are bringing in a bunch of the company's biggest customers, and maybe some journalists or something?, to play with the pre-release version of a new product he is responsible for.

"It's the biggest thing he has done in his career. Alan thinks the company will go public if the product succeeds. And I guess he gets a bunch of stock somehow if that happens and he thinks the stock will be worth like fifty million dollars or something. So I understand him taking this seriously. Not that he would ever take anything at work lightly."

Audrey interrupts, "Did you say fifty million?"

"Yeah, that's Alan's best guess. And he thinks he might be like cover of magazines famous in the tech field if this works as well as he is hoping."

Audrey's eyes get wide, almost as much as Alan's did at my outfit for Rick's a week ago.

"But back to my bad day yesterday. So I didn't see him between breakfast and dinner, shattering my hopes for the day. I tried to dress to get his attention at dinner -- I wore the new silk blouse we bought -- but he didn't even notice. We did watch the movie together after dinner and then we fucked, but it was the opposite of your time with Tim. This was kind of the minimum physical release we both needed after watching the movie. Devoid of any real emotion. Although he did notice the blouse after we had finished -- we never got undressed, just pushed my panty aside. And you'll like this -- he complained that I wore a bra with it."

Audrey almost snorted the white wine she as sipping as I said that.

"I think it was just such a big letdown after the huge high of making the movie. And our girls' day adventures. And I haven't really seen him since then, because he had left for work before I woke up," I say, finally slowing down. "And I even had to make my own coffee this morning!"

"I can understand all the emotions," Audrey says consoling me. "But I have a second big piece of news for you."

"Do tell!" Just venting to her had already made me feel better. And she was so happy, it was hard not to absorb some of it.

"I think you are going to like this one. And Alan. Sunday afternoon, Tim and I were chatting and the poker game came up. He said, watching me crawl across the table to him was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. He liked having me being watched by you two. And he liked showing off as well. I confessed that I used to be an exhibitionist, but it wasn't compatible with my career. But the genie is out of the bottle and I'm not sure I want to put it back in. Tim and I want an audience, but there is only one audience we can trust. Would you and Alan be interested in us putting on another show for you? This time I would be performing for the two of you, using Tim more as a prop."

I gulped. Did she just say what I think she said? I can feel my pussy getting wet and I start to squirm in my seat. I reply, "Did you think we would say no?".

"No, but I also wasn't going to show up for dinner and start stripping without some warning. Do you think Saturday night would be too soon?"

"I think Saturday night will work. It will force Alan to be present at any rate."

Then I add, "I have an idea! I will tell Alan that we need to show you and Tim our movie to start off the evening and then the two of you will give us a live show. I can't see how he would say no to that."

"Good idea! That would get the evening started off in the right mood."

Just then, I feel my phone buzz. I look down at the text from Alan.

The excitement, which I had just regained, drains from my face. Audrey asks, "What's wrong?".

"Alan has to work into the evening, he says I should eat dinner without him. Damn, I hate eating alone."

"Tim has a karate thing tonight, so I'm free. I have to get up early, so I wasn't even going to go over to his place at all today. We can have a girls' dinner together at my apartment. We can talk more and plan out Saturday's show."

I perk up. "That would be awesome!" I exclaim. Planning sex shows was becoming a weekly thing for me now. My new favorite hobby.

Just before we leave the table, Audrey adds, "I had said that I didn't want time with you two to turn into weekly orgies. Maybe just orgies every other week."

We both laugh.

Unlike last Friday, the time went by quickly this afternoon. With a much better spirit, I dove back into work. I was refining my redevelopment concepts for the downtown I was working on. But I kept finding myself wanting to include a strip club call "Audrey's".

It was almost six when Audrey came back around. "Sorry I was so late. I needed to make sure everything was ready for my trip," she said, apologizing.

I had never been to her apartment, so she gave me directions. As it turned out, they were unnecessary; I followed her all the way there, but better safe than sorry.

Entering her apartment, I see it's a single bedroom not much larger than Tim's studio. Our condo might in fact be twice as big as both of theirs combined. I wonder how long til they move in together.

"Sorry for the mess. I really haven't been here enough to do any cleaning for the last week," she explains, "Not that I am ever a great housekeeper."

We chat, as she prepares a dish with linguine, broccoli, chicken and a cream sauce.

"I have some good news for you, that I kind of forgot about it my gloom and doom mood this morning," I say. "Alan's group has a break room with a pool table. He says we can come in and play for few hours on Saturdays once this crush is over in a few weeks."

"That'll be fun," she says, excitedly. "I haven't had regular access to a table since college."

She tells me about her growing up with six older siblings in a 3 bedroom, 1 bath house. "We all had to take quick showers," she laughs. "Taking long soaking showers was my biggest luxury of getting my first place of my own. This place."

She and the oldest, her sister Mary, had beds in the attic. "That's why I knew how miserably hot Tony would have been."

"Mary was fourteen years older than me, so she moved out when I was seven. She was really like a second mother to me as much as a sister. She is long and slender, like my dad. And me, but she never got the boobs like I did. I guess I got my mom's boobs stuck on my dad's body. My mom had a build more like you, but heavier.

"When my boobs started growing, around fifteen, Mary came back and had a talk with me. 'Audrey O'Rourke, you keep those boys away from you. If you really have to, give them a blow job, but don't get yourself knocked up.' And then she gave me my first vibrator.

"She's an ER nurse and sees lots of battered women come in who feel like they have to stay with the brute because they had a kid with him."

She stops and looks angry and sad at the same time.

I break the silence and say, "You have seen so much more of the grittier side of life than I ever have."

She pauses for a moment, and then asks, "Enough about me, what about you?"

I start, "Well I thought I had a big family at 4 kids -- Alan was an only child. I had a pretty middle class upbringing. Both my parents had master's degrees. My dad was an accountant and my mom was a schoolteacher. But she quit teaching when I was born to raise what was the two of us. She went back part time when Jimmy, the youngest, was in third grade.

"Good academics was expected of all four of us, but I was the one who took to it the most -- Rick and Elaine never even finished college. And with a family friend who had close ties to what you call our fancy college, it was the only really good school I had a shot at, so I ended up north with Alan and Tim and Frank."

Audrey notes, "I was the first four year degree graduate in my family. Mary got an associate's for her nursing originally, but only finished her BS in nursing last year -- the hospitals all are insisting on that now. I don't think anyone else in my family even took a single class past high school. My mom never finished high school."

Picking my story back up, "It's a liberal arts school, so we mostly took a wide range of courses. I ended up an economics major, but I had taken an architectural history and an urban planning course that both resonated with me. I spent the summer after my junior year working as a gopher on a crew rehabbing a beautiful old hotel in the area. I was the only female on the crew, but they were really supportive. It wasn't your typical construction crew, the core was a specialty team who always worked together. They were really all artists. And excited to be working with young people because they are afraid their skillset is disappearing from society.

"Anyway, they got me connected to the town planner in a nearby town who was starting to think about how to revamp his downtown area -- sound familiar? Anyway, I managed to get an apprenticeship with him counted as my senior project for school. He ended up just using the plan I had written verbatim. The town got a pretty competitive grant based on the plan and a local news outlet did a feel good story about a college student was now leading a downtown development effort. Which I wasn't. The national media picked up the story and suddenly I was 'the rising star' of the field, or at least my five minutes of fame said I was. Marty saw that piece, came up to campus during my final semester and I had a job offer before he left campus that day. He even took Alan and me out to a nice dinner that night to recruit me and explain his vision for the company. You know how much of a visionary he can be.

"The only question was Alan's work, but that turned out to be an easy search. I think I met you here like three weeks after i graduated."

"So when did you two get married?"

"In that three weeks. Graduated, married, honeymooned and bought the condo. Although we had to live in an efficiency for like two months while they finished building it."

"So what does Alan do, exactly?", asks Audrey. "Tim kind of talks about him in reverent tones, like he can walk on water or something."

"A lot of people seem to think he can. He and Tim are the same age, but Alan graduated in three years and went to work for a mid-sized company near school -- we moved in together about the same time, so he had to stay local. It wasn't a software company or anything, and it only had a tiny software group. He started out as one of the three programmers, but in less than a year, they made him head of the group. He hired Tim like his first week in charge, first as an intern then as a full-time programmer, once he graduated. In the first six months, he (I should say they) completely rebuilt the company's web site from being kind of a joke to being the envy of its industry. They cranked out a mobile app that won some awards right after that.

"By the time I was graduating, and moving down here, he had fixed all the internal software to world class levels as well and was looking for bigger fish to fry. He didn't get any press stories about himself, but he was getting known as a rising star in the right circles. He took a job in the advanced product group at Zardoz Labs, where he still is now. In three months, he was running the group. They had had what I guess is a really cool idea for a way to let customers make much better use of the company's main product -- I never really understood quite what it does -- but it was all bogged down and no one knew what exactly it would be. He clarified the vision and found approaches to solve all the immediate technical issues. That's the product that is now almost ready to be introduced to customers at next week's showcase. The president of Zardoz thinks he will be able to take the company public on very favorable terms if this goes well. When he promoted Alan, he granted him a bunch of options that either vest in like ten years, or immediately upon a successful launch of the product."

"Hence your comments about millions at lunch today," Audrey cut in.

"Exactly. Alan really thinks this may be the next big thing. Almost to the scale of the internet or the iPhone. And if he's right, he's definitely the face of it all.

"If we do get all the money, and he gets all the fame, I'm really hoping we don't change much," I say. "I'm counting on you to let me know if we get too snooty or something. After Saturday, I know you are brave enough to do so.

"I mean, I will probably get a new car. I am driving Alan's six year old Prius right now. A new car would be fun. And I expect we would get to take more interesting trips.

"But what is the plan for Saturday?" I ask, changing subjects.

"Well I figured I would have you two on the couch and Tim in one of the chairs. I would face you and do a strip tease," she starts.

"Do you have a costume in mind?" I ask. "What order are you going to take things off in? Are you going to masturbate before bringing Tim in? With a toy or with your hand?", rattling off more questions to consider.

We spend a good half hour plotting some of the details. I for one am getting pretty excited. And wet.

By this point, we have finished eating and Audrey is starting to clean up. I know she needs to get to bed early, so I go up and give her a big goodbye hug.

"Thanks for feeding me dinner. And for suddenly becoming the best friend I have ever had. I am so happy for you and Tim. He may be clueless at times, but he will never treat you wrong."

"Well thanks for being my friend. And introducing me to Tim. And helping me plan out Saturday. I don't have many friends in town -- it's good to have one like you. See you on Friday, I guess."

"I'm looking forward to seeing MUCH more of you on Saturday," I say, smirking.

I was in the best mood I had been in almost 48 hours as I head home. I get home before Alan, so I change into my comfort sweats and go to collapse on the sofa.

My clothes from last night are still lying there. I pick them up and head back to the laundry, tossing the silk blouse in my hand wash pile, and the rest ready to be put in the machine.

By the time I finally do collapse on the couch, I am thinking about our movie again. How did Alan pan that shot? How do I watch it without his help?

As I ponder these, Alan finally wanders in. I jump up and run to give him a bug hug. He looks exhausted. "Can I get you anything?" I ask.

"I just want to get into something comfortable and collapse for a while," he answers. Looking at me now, he says, "I see you got a head start on the comfies. Did you get something to eat?"

"Yeah, I ate at Audrey's. I have some things I need to talk to you about. Probably tonight if you can. And don't worry, it's good news," I add, seeing him tense up. "Can I get you anything to drink while you change?"

"A nice cup of tea would be great," he says, disappearing into our room while unbuttoning his shirt.

By the time his tea is ready, he is already sitting on the couch. I sit on the couch near him, turned so I am mostly facing him.

"So what is this big news?" he asks.

"It's about Saturday night plans. But first, I have to know. How did you pan the shot of me leaning back?" I ask. "That camera was fixed."

"Ahh, movie magic. Well the gopro has a worse resolution than any of the other cameras, meaning it has fewer dots total. The whole finished video uses that lower resolution. I can do that for the other feeds by kind of squishing the bits together, keeping the entire image with worse quality. Or I can use only some of the dots from the higher resolution. By changing which ones, I can make it look like I am panning or zooming the camera."

"Oh that makes sense. Where did you learn to do that?" I ask.

"I worked for the campus TV studio for a year, it was before you got to school, I guess. It's one of the things I was doing there. I did have to buy a fancy piece of video editing software to let me do it."

"How can I watch the video when you aren't here?" I asked. "It's lonely without you."

"That's a little tricky to explain. Do you remember the password for our LANserver?"

I nodded yes.

"Okay, I will write up directions for watching it on your mac when I get a chance. Is sometime tomorrow morning okay?"

"Yeah, I just want to be able to watch it if you are late tomorrow night. Audrey's out of town for the next two days," I explain. "How bad IS tomorrow going to be?"

"Today went real well, so I am hopeful that I will be home for dinner tomorrow, although probably not in time to cook," he replies. "But what is this big news? You got my interest piqued."

"Audrey has realized she really needs to feed her exhibitionist side that she has been suppressing for three years -- sounds like she was quite a handful in college. Showing off to Tim is not the same, and she is afraid to show off to anyone else. So to cut to the chase, she wants to perform a show for us Saturday."

Alan almost chokes on his tea. "You mean like a sex show? Like what she did the other week?" he asks. "What does Tim think of this idea?"

"I guess Tim is excited to play the stud again for us. I never knew he was an exhibitionist, but Audrey says he really wants to do it. The big difference is she would be performing for us, not him. She called him a prop for the show. We did some planning for the show tonight at dinner."

Staring blankly, he asks, "Is there a down side I am missing? How did we get so lucky?".

"I promised her that we would show them our movie to start off the evening. She wants to watch it so badly and it only seemed fair," I answered.

I could see Alan pondering this. He really isn't comfortable showing us (or just me?) off, even to them. He had not planned on that happening when he suggested making the video. But he really liked the idea of watching Audrey. And it was fair.

"Okay, I will let you girls do the planning. Is this going to be an every week thing now?"

Is that hope I hear in his voice. "Not quite," I say, tempering his expectations. "I think maybe every other week or so, maybe alternating between a show and our old-fashioned movie nights.

"By the way," I continue on, "Tim and Audrey have become really serious. Like I think she is starting to hear wedding bells in her head. And Tim looked pretty gaga Saturday, so I think he's on board with that plan."

We snuggle on the couch quietly for a while before heading back to bed. As I expected, Alan is too wiped to do anything with me. He is asleep before my head is even on my pillow.

In the morning, I feel him stir and force myself up, throw on my kimono and head out to the kitchen to get a chance to see him before a long lonely day. I am in a better mood, but no Alan and no Audrey will be a lot to cope with today. He makes the coffee for both of us -- is this the real reason I wanted to get up with him? -- and we chat for just a few minutes before he gives me a goodbye kiss and heads off to work.

I think about what to do and realize this is a good chance for the gym. I put on my workout stuff, throw my work clothes in my gym bag, and head over. I probably don't use it enough to be worth paying a membership, but this one is free, a perk of Alan's company.

Not feeling social, I choose a stationary bike that is away from any in use, putting me in the far corner. I climb on, set the timer for 30 minutes, and settle in for the slog. I listen to my music while I zone out, mostly oblivious to my surroundings. I realize that I am looking down the hallway that leads to the small group rooms. The door to the first room is open; it's obviously a women's class, some sort of yoga I guess. I slowly become more aware of what I am watching, of how revealing the tights the women are wearing really are. As they lift their legs, I can see details of their pussy lips. Each downward doggie, pushing their butts into the air. Some of the women have nipples clearly outlined through their tops.

Someone walks over and closes the door, protecting the women's modesty from pervs watching them. Pervs like me, I guess. I had glazed over again when the timer tells me that I have finished my ride. I shower and change into my work outfit and head to the office, still earlier than my traditional arrival time. I dove into more preparations for my trip Thursday. But my eyes are tired after my early wake up and a long-ish work day yesterday.

I finally let my eyes drift close. My consciousness slips from the real work, to daydreams, and I see visions. Visions of women exercising in each of the positions I had seen earlier. Sometimes, the women would be wearing tights, but these would be made of an extraordinary fabric, thinner and more revealing than any real exercise outfit. Other women in my mind's eye were nude.

I open my eyes again and try to clear my head. Have I become a lesbian? I know I still find the video of Alan's cock sexually stimulating, so I guess bi. Maybe. In less than two weeks, two different women have asked me if I was bi.

I try to dive back into work, but my eyes drift closed again. Now all the women are nude. And I realize they are all either Audrey or Mary. I snap back to consciousness again.

I decide to try some caffeine therapy, and walk to the break room to grab a cup of coffee. As I stand there, drinking my coffee, Marty comes by and engages me in a conversation about my upcoming trip. The caffeine and the conversation seem to have done the trick; I am able to focus on work without any more daydreams intruding in.

Knowing I am tired and have put in my hours today (and yesterday), I leave a bit early. On the drive, I wonder about my sappho-erotic thoughts again. Is this a real change? An awakening? Or am I just excited about Audrey's show in four days? Do I actually care? There is no way I would ever leave Alan, for a man or a woman.

As I reach home, I decide that watching our movie will clear my head. If I am still lusting for women after watching that, I probably need to think about things. On the other hand, nude exercising could be a good part of a video, or one of Audrey's shows. Never look past a creative idea, no matter where it comes from.

Following the directions that Alan had sent me, I soon have the video playing on the screen attached to my mac. I want to hear it perfectly, so I put my headphones on and restart the video. I had never noticed that there is faint music as my strip tease begins. A woman is singing,

Tell me who you long for

In your secret dreams

Go on and tell me who you wish I was

Instead of me

The music fades out after that verse.

Well, that fits nicely to me in the school girl outfit, I think to myself. Some googling finds the full lyrics (by Carly Simon):

Tell me who you long for

In your secret dreams

Go on and tell me who you wish I was

Instead of me

I'm not necessarily

The girl you think you see

Whoever you want is exactly who

I'm more than willing to be

I'll be carefree

A Peace Corps trainee

Your Gypsy Rose Lee

To please you

Who cares what I might be for real

Underneath my games

I'll let you choose from a thousand faces

And a thousand names

'Cause I'm not necessarily

The girl you think you see

Whoever you want is exactly who

I'm more than willing to be

I'll be insane

A mathematical brain

You Tarzan, me Jane

To please you

Just to please you

I'm not necessarily

The girl you think you see

Whoever you want is exactly who

I'm more than willing to be

I'll be a queen

A foul-mouthed marine

Your Mary Magdalene

To please you

I'll be a queen

A foul-mouthed marine

Your Mary Magdalene

To please you

Just to please you

To please

I really like those lyrics. Looking on her web page, her pictures on the album covers are an amazing blend of casual and erotic. More lesbian thoughts?

With the headphones on, I in more engaged with our moaning. Just the sounds are enough to send my hand into my panty, where I start fingering my sopping slit. My impending orgasm takes my focus away from the video. Which comes as expected. Nice, but not overwhelming. Once I recover, I back the video to where I stopped really perceiving it, and push play again. My hand is still in my pants as the audio and the video engage my libido again.

I am about to reach my second climax of the late afternoon, when I feel a hand touching my shoulder. I rip the head phones off and spin to see Alan standing before me, chuckling.

"Enjoying our movie I see," he teases.

"You bastard! You almost scared me to death!" I screamed.

"We had a good day and I figured you would appreciate me coming home a bit early. But I can go back to work if my presence is not desired," teasing me further.

"Get back here, you bastard!" I yell as he starts to walk away. As he comes back, I reach out with my hands to grab his shoulders and pull his head and shoulders down so he can kiss me while I am still seated.

After a passionate kiss, he grabs the hand that was in my pants, a hand still sticky with the juices from my cunt. He brings the hand to his nose, and sniffing, says, "a perfect bouquet". He then brings the hand to his mouth where he sticks each finger in his mouth, one by one, wrapping his lips around each finger as it retreats to wipe the juices off. "An exquisite taste perfectly aged. But I need to check the source to determine if the fruit is perfectly ready to be harvested."

He pushes a hand down into my slacks, which are already unbuttoned and unzipped. My scare had broken the build-up I was gaining from the movie, but his expert fingers had me back on track in no time.

"I need to use a more precise tool to check this fruit," he announces, as he shifts his hands to my hips, lifting me slightly as he pulls the slacks down. I had removed my shoes almost immediately upon getting home, so the pants drop to the floor and I wiggle my feet free. He pushes my legs apart and dives in, giving my pussy the oral pleasure it seeks at this moment. He pushes me up to the edge, and then beyond, as an orgasm overtakes me. The muscles in my cunt clutches for the missing cock it craves. And my chorus of moans announces my ecstasy to the world. His tongue stops teasing my clitoris and gently circles further out in my labia, letting me mellow into a state of serene bliss without losing my excitement,

He is not done yet. He pulls my ass forward, leaving my pussy protruding over the edge of the chair. He is on his knees in front of me as he unbuckles his pants and pushes them down to his knees. His cock springs out, ready for its mission.

He thrusts into me and now his groans and grunts dominate the atmosphere. I slide off the chair, as we fall, in a mostly controlled descent, until his back is on the floor, my cunt never releasing his throbbing member.

His knees have supported my butt since we fell. But now he straightens his legs, causing me to lean back; I reach a hand behind me to stabilize myself as I rock on his cock deep inside.

My other hand is back to my slit, encouraging my third orgasm of the afternoon. I feel its onrush now, not slowly building like the last, but looking to explode suddenly, I feel his thrusts becoming more desperate, as his manhood seeks its own release. I reach my conclusion first, shrieking out and shuddering across my entire body. The muscles in my cunt spasm and clench and pull at his cock, until it too erupts. His groan, softer yet deeper than my shriek portends his climax, and his member pumps me full of cum.

"Mid-week Rick's tonight?" he asks, nonchalantly.

"Sure," I answer. "But I warn you I won't make it staying up late tonight. I don't know how you get up so early every morning. I was drifting off to sleep at my desk all morning." I neglect to mention the dreams that the sleep brought.

"I think we should probably put some clothes back on," he suggests. "Mike really enjoyed your outfit last time, but this might be a bit too far."

"But seeing his expression would be priceless," I respond while pulling my pants back on. "So the day was good, huh?"

"Yeah, we fixed the last of the issues that had been biting us since Friday afternoon. And nothing major arose. I will still need to watch my texts all evening, but if we have three more days anything like today, I will send everyone home a little early Friday and order them to take the whole weekend off. Being well rested at the start of the week will be a godsend if we need to fix anything quickly."

"So I get to see you the rest of this week?"

"Well I will probably still head in early every day just in case, but I should be home for supper," he clarified. "You have your trip on Thursday right? Same flights as last week?"

"Yeah, almost identical trip, but now I need to make nice with the town planner. Last week was the town manager. It seems like they don't get along real well, which always makes these things interesting."

"And Audrey is still on for Saturday?" he asks, eagerly. He is clearly as excited about her show as I am.

"Well, she is on the road today and tomorrow, so I won't actually see her til Friday," I say. "But she was so excited about it yesterday, it would take heaven and earth to stop her."

Dinner at Rick's was delicious, but uneventful. I had a glass of wine and Alan just had water and hot tea. I wasn't ogled even once. Where's the fun in that? We were both asleep in bed by 9, with no more fun activities. But it was good to feel a little more bonded after the struggles of the last few days.

Wednesday morning was about the same, with a quick chat before he was off to work and I was off to the gym. Alas, no peeks into yoga classes for me to perv out to. Once at work, I had several meetings with other team members supporting the project behind my upcoming trip, which kept the doldrums down. And it turned out to be Ivan's birthday. Ivan is our IT/computer guy and we had a party for him that afternoon. He is pretty lonely, with his girlfriend still back in Eastern Europe and not knowing many people over here. He really appreciated the party and the cake was so rich that I was especially glad of the two trips to the gym. Given my early arrivals and my trip, I felt justified in leaving shortly after the party.

Alan got home not long after me. We ordered pizza, changed into comfy clothes, and cuddled watching a movie until another early bed time.

Thursday started similarly, with me heading to the airport instead of the gym. This time I focused on my work on the plane, unlike last week's focus on planning a sex show. I wondered if Audrey had spent her flight planning her upcoming show for us.

The trip turned out to be worthwhile. The town planner had misunderstood what the town manager and I had been planning, so once I explained that and smoothed some ruffled feathers, he was actually excited about the plan. On the flight back, I wrote a memo to the team about the situation and started glancing at my upcoming project. There was still plenty of work on this one, but we were on a nice glide path down, and it was largely turn the crank kind of work, much of it done by the rest of the team. I don't know if anyone would still call me a 'rising star', but I was good at my job and very proud of that.

When I got home, Alan was already there, a good sign. He says they had had a few hiccups today, but it still looked good for a clear weekend.

We just lazed the evening, making sandwiches from what we had and relaxed. And another early bed without any extracurriculars. We were having a down right boring week. Which I think sounded just fine to both of us.

Another early rising, another session at the gym -- still no opportunity to perv out -- and a quick status meeting with Marty had me busy until I ran into Audrey.

"Lunch again?" she asks. "I've got more news for you."

She was clearly excited.

A few hours later, we are walking over to the lounge as she starts to tell me her news.

"Tim was really missing me after not seeing me for three days. Well we did Facetime Tuesday night. Or for us, they should call it CrotchTime, because that's all it seemed to show.

"He wants us to move in together to make sure we don't miss time where we could be together. Even if it's just a quick kiss or hug as we cross paths."

"It definitely makes a big difference to us," I say agreeing. "I was much happier Tuesday and Wednesday when I got up early to see just a few minutes of him before he had to go, And it got me up earlier enough to get to the gym three times this week."



"You go girl!" she congratulates me, and the continues on her story, "Tim found a nice two bedroom unit, about two blocks the other direction from you. He had looked at it Wednesday, and he brought me to see it yesterday afternoon and we signed the papers. We can move in on the first. It saves us about $500 a month off our combined rents now. And I have to save money on gas not driving back and forth almost every day."

"Maybe we can carpool to work some days and save more gas," I suggest.

"Great idea! I hadn't thought of that."

She is beaming as we are seated at our table for lunch.

"I assume we are still on for Saturday," she asks.

"We are both amped for it. And we will show our movie as the warmup," I answer. "If things go well at work today for Alan, he will have time to make a jambalaya for dinner, if that sounds good to you. Otherwise it's probably take out."

"I love cajun food, but not real spicy please."

"Sure, I figure plan on a five o clock dinner," I suggest.

"Should we do another girl's day?" she asks.

"I'm up, but no shopping."

"How about a spa day?" Audrey suggests. "We can get massages. And they can get ALL my skin looking its absolutely best for my show. Maybe I will get a little womanly grooming too. I liked your landing strip you have."

"Do you know a good place?"



"I go to Golden Oasis from time to time. I will try to get us a reservation for 10:30 or 11:00."

"So what are you going to do for your show?" I ask, the question I have been dying to ask all day. "I want all the details."



"Secret til tomorrow night. Even Tim only knows the parts he is helping with," she says, denying my request. "But the plane ride was a good time to plan it, like you suggested."

Audrey pops her head in later that afternoon, saying "11:15 at the spa -- I'll be to your place at 11. You can drive this week."

By the time I drive home, my head, and my pussy, are still buzzing with excitement thinking about tomorrow. My heart climbs even higher when I see Alan's car already parked. Bustling up the stairs, I burst into the door. It is surprisingly dim in our condo. Alan usually turns on all the kitchen lights when he gets home. I see a flicker to the right and realize two candles are lit on the dining room table, a bouquet of roses between. As my eyes adjust, I see two glasses of wine poured, and dinner ready on the table. Alan is sitting at the far side of the table beaming.

I run over to him and give him a big kiss.

"Won't you join me for dinner?" he asks, almost nonchalantly. "I sent the whole team home and told them to treat their significant others to a nice meal for putting up with the hours this week. I figured you deserve it as much as any. And I would rather have our meal here, by ourselves."

I hug him again, and then calmly reply, "I should get dressed for dinner first, my dear. I will join you back here in a moment."

I try to avoid running back to our room, where I change into my new black mesh crotchless catsuit that I was keeping as a surprise for him. His eyes bulge as he watches me come back to the table nearly nude.

"Audrey made me buy this. She said I should wear it to dinner one night. Preferably at home alone, but she did point out that dining out this way could be 'interesting'."

Alan retorted, "Mike would really like this one." We had a lovely meal. He explained that today had gone better than he had hoped, so everyone was getting the weekend off. I told him that Audrey and Tim were getting an apartment together, walking distance from us. He agreed that wedding bells were probably in the future.

Sometimes he would get excited about what was working on his project, but I only understand about a third of what he was saying. But usually he would start on a subject only to stop suddenly when he noticed my boobs showing through the fishnet, and just ogle for a while.

He had made a caprese salad, chicken piccata and had bought two cannolis from an italian bakery on the way home, all combined with a very good bottle of red. I clear the dishes from the table, making sure he gets a good eyeful of parts of the catsuit (and me) that were obscured by the table during dinner.

"My god, you are so sexy!" he says, looking like he is about to drool.

I get an idea and move the candles and flowers over to the buffet counter between the kitchen and the dining room, leaving the table clear except for the white table cloth. I lay face up along the length of the table, asking, "I am as sexy as Audrey was on this table?".

"She had just one advantage," he replies.

I expect him to say that she was completely nude and start to pull the suit over my left shoulder.

But he stands up, and walks to the end of the table away from head, and says, "She had her pussy being licked." My cunt is probably already dripping on to the table before his tongue even reaches my slit. But his tongue does reach me. And I moan. His tongue zeroes in on my clit. I moan more urgently. His left hand reaches up to my breasts and pinches a nipple sticking through the mesh. The moaning is getting louder. He pushes three finger of his right hand into my cunt. That is more than I can endure. I buck wildly, screaming, "Yes! Yes! Yes!".

He continues to feed my frenzy with his hands and his mouth until the intensity subsides. As I approach my mellow post-climactic bliss, I suddenly say, "We're going to need to wash this table cloth. Again."

Not ready for such mundane activities yet, he continues his previous oration, "And she had her cunt being fucked." He drops his pants, slides me down towards the end of the table, and, putting my feet up on his shoulders, plunges into my wet canal.

His cock hammers in and out of my cunt. He explodes into me before my body has finished settling from its earlier powerful climax. I am not ready to follow him, but that's okay. It feels right for this one to be all for him.

As he pulls out, I feel his cum dripping out of my pussy, down my inner thigh and onto the table, I say, "We really need to wash this table cloth."

He pulls his pants back on and we head to the couch, where we fall into our comfortable snuggling positions, my head against his chest and my right side against his left hip. We chat contentedly about our days. At points, he gets excited about how things came together. I still don't understand.

While we snuggle and chat, his left hand starts to fondle my breast, seemingly idly at first. Slowly, but surely, his actions become more focused and begin to raise my interest level again, I have stopped listening to what he is saying and lay there feeling his fingers on my boob, and more notably on my nipple, still protruding through the mesh. His right hand comes across, molesting my right breast. I roll slightly onto my back to give him better access, as he turns partway towards me.

But his hand does not stop at my chest. After its brief visit, it continues down across my abdomen, across my lower belly, which always sends tingling through my pussy, and towards the opening in my catsuit. I lift my left leg to give his hand easier access, an opportunity he quickly seizes upon. I thrust my pussy towards his hand as it approaches. My lips open to receive their welcome visitor. Fingers push in and out of my cunt, while my clit aches for contact. When that contact, comes I whimper in relief. My second release, which I denied myself earlier, is approaching rapidly. It starts deep in my loins, then bursts out sharply to the surface before washing out in waves from my pussy, reaching every fragment of my existence. He keeps up his ministrations until my loins can no longer maintain the level of excitement. His hand then provides a gentle massage to my mound while I settle into another round of post-orgasmic bliss.

After a few minutes, I roll over, putting my face in your lap. I reach up to unzip your pants and release your growing member into the soft warm confines of my mouth. I bring my mouth up and down your shaft, swirling my tongue around the tip at the end of each stroke. I continue the up and down strokes for a few minutes until, for the second time in two weeks, you fill my mouth with your cum.

This is a smaller load than last time, so I manage to swallow it all. I then lick your shaft clean in one long stroke from base to top along its underside. At the top, I wrap my lips around your cock taking as much of shrinking length as I can before popping off for the last time. I roll back on my side and pull my head back on your chest, almost as we had been a few minutes earlier. But this time, there is no chat, as we lie silently, reveling in our shared existence.

When I awaken in the morning, I can hear him clattering in the kitchen, presumably making my coffee. He drinks it too, but I like the illusion that he makes it only for me. I wrap my kimono around my naked body and go in search of my lover. When I see Alan standing in the kitchen, he is reaching a full coffee mug out to me. I walk past the cup and wrap my arms around him, holding him tight while time seems to stop. I finally loosen my embrace, look up at him and say, "I love you."

He reaches down and kisses me passionately. When our lips part, I give him one more quick squeeze, turn and say, "Now, where is my coffee?".

"Oh, Audrey asks that the jambalaya not be too spicy," I say.

"You know I am bigger on flavor than hot."

"I know, but I thought I should pass on her request."

"So what is the plan at the spa?" he asks.

"I'm not really sure. I've never been to a spa like this. I know we are each getting massages, which sounds very nice. I assume no happy endings, but with Audrey maybe I should clarify that. Then she is getting what she called 'a treatment for ALL her skin' and some womanly grooming. I'm not sure if you saw when she was on our table, but she had a reasonable red bush on her then. Well trimmed, but full from what I saw before Tim's face was in the way. She saw my landing strip style when I was trying on the catsuit and liked it, so maybe she's going there."

"She saw you with the catsuit on?", he asks, "Were you walking around the store with it on?"

Did I mention he gets protective and jealous of me?

"No silly, the lingerie shop had a changing area that was more a room, designed for someone to help you," I answered. "Some of that stuff takes a second person to get into properly. So Audrey was in with me. I also get naked in the locker room at the gym you know. With other women in there."

"Sorry, I just had a view of you walking around the store looking for her while wearing that. And you never mentioned the store originally."

"I wanted to keep the catsuit a secret until the right moment. Which seemed like last night."

"Did you buy anything else there?"

"You'll just have to wait to find out, won't you," I teased. "But I want a light breakfast and then I need a shower before she gets here. So let's eat."

He quickly cut up some fruit and heated up the leftover cinnamon bread he had made me for breakfast yesterday. We ate our snack, drank our coffee, and relaxed. After a while, I knew I really had to get my shower and get dressed, so I kissed him on the forehead and went back for my shower.

I was finishing my shower -- I tend to soak too long, but it feels so good -- when I heard the doorbell ring. Dang, that must be Audrey. I turn off the shower and quickly dry off. While I am in the bedroom getting dressed, I eavesdrop on their conversation.

"No happy endings for the massages, right?", Alan asks.

"I am not here to lead your wife astray, you know," Audrey replies, somewhat huffily.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that way at all. Neither she nor I know what to expect at a spa and there are all sorts of stories, most of which I assume are exaggerations if not full on fabrications," Alan explains. "And I'm sure Lisa has told you that I am very protective of her. If I ever lost her, it would be the end of me. And I am not endowed like we all know Tim is."

"God, is THAT what you're afraid of?" Audrey replies, in disbelief. "She loves you more than life itself I think. And from what I've heard -- and we share all our gossip -- you do VERY well in pleasing her in bed, or on the couch, or on the kitchen counter or pretty much every well else."

"Audrey, I have to admit I haven't quite figured you out yet. I always saw you as the ice queen when I knew you only at Lisa's office events. Then you were the sex queen sprawled on our dining room table -- I am SO looking to the return of her tonight -- and you are the best friend I think Lisa has ever had. And now you are telling me what I need to hear. Thank you."

That is the last thing I hear before I came around the corner and see them hugging. Well, he finally got his hug. I feign outrage, "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE? Is my best friend trying to steal my husband or is my husband trying to steal his best friend's girl? Or should I say woman?".

I then smile and come give Audrey a hello hug, saying, "Sorry I'm late, we should probably get going."

Then I turn to Alan, and as give him a goodbye kiss, I grope his crotch. Yep, that hug got a rise out of him. I give him a "really?" look. He shrugs sheepishly.

"You know you gave my husband a hard-on just now, don't you?" I ask Audrey.

"You heard that conversation didn't you?" she responds.

"Yeah, I did, but you really did just give him a hard-on. He is madly in lust with you right now."

We both laugh.

On the way to the spa, I tell Audrey about the dinner and wearing the catsuit and him fucking me on the dining room table. "I'm sure he was imagining fucking you," I tell her.

"We can call off tonight if it is bothering you," she offers.

"God no. I don't know which one of us is more excited. Although turn about would be fair play with how much he worries about me. Heaven forbid he ever caught me getting my panties wet looking at another man."

I continue, "But I know he wouldn't do anything that would actually endanger our relationship. And I trust you not to do anything with him behind my back. On the other hamd, that would mean I could check out 'Big Ben' with a clear conscience."

We laugh again. But then I wonder, Did I just open the door for swapping partners? I'm not sure that's actually a good idea. For any of the four of us.

As we check in, Audrey starts to put down a credit card and I stop her and hand the receptionist mine instead. "You may think you have an extra few hundred dollars a month once you and Tim move in together, but there will be lots of expenses involved in moving in as well. Keep your money today. You may need it tomorrow."

The massage was divine. Our massage tables were only about 5 feet apart, so we could talk to each other during the massage. We were nude under our towels, but the towels pretty much covered everything of interest. I had a masseuse who wasn't even very cute. No lesbian thoughts today I guess, and then remembered what was happening tonight. Well no lesbian thoughts this morning. Audrey's masseur, on the other hand, was quite handsome. I'm sure Alan would be happy to know that he wasn't the one rubbing my upper thighs.

I have never had a proper massage before. I mean Alan will rub my back or my feet when they ache. But he is not a professional and he has never used massage oil. I'm thinking about whether we can take a massage course together and get a massage table at home.

We get robes on after the massages. I'm led into a room with lots of plants and a waterfall splashing down into a pool in the middle of the room; I lay back in a chaise, sipping an herbal iced tea and listening to soothing sounds. It was actually relaxing, but a little wu-wu for me.

Meanwhile, Audrey got whisked away for her additional "treatments". They were going to rub something into her skin, ALL of her skin she liked to point out, which I assume means the towel is coming off. And then have her pubes groomed. When her towel is DEFINITELY coming off.

I do feel nice on the way home. Audrey grabs a bag out of her car and heads up the stairs right behind me. "I figured you were heading over to Tim's until dinner," I say. Dinner is three hours away.

"Do you mind if I just hang here? Tim doesn't know anything about my grooming and I want it to be a surprise for tonight. I'm afraid I will let the kitty out of the bag, so to speak, if I hang out at his place."

I look quizzically at what I assumed was an overnight bag.

"For tonight's performance," she clarifies.

As we walk in, I see Alan is already working on his jambalaya. "Just about done for now," he says. "It just needs to cook for three more hours."

Audrey drops her bag in the guest room, then joins Alan and me in the living room. Alan and I were already on the couch, so Audrey takes one of the chairs. Audrey has her phone out, probably texting Tim, while I tell Alan about the spa.

"Before you worry, I had a masseuse. And she wasn't even cute," I reassure him.

"And Audrey?" he asks.

"She had a real cute masseur." I answer. "I think she told them who to give each of us -- see she is looking out for your interests!"

"Sasha IS kind of dreamy, isn't he," Audrey says, having put down her phone. "Tim's coming over in a few minutes."

Changing subjects slightly, I turn back to Alan and say, "We should take massage lessons together and then get a massage table. And good massage oil. Then we can give each other real massages."

"Audrey, is there anything we need to know for your performance tonight?" Alan asks. "Anything we need to set up?"

I have a pretty good guess where that non-sequitur came from. Alan picturing me naked on a table, led to remembering Audrey naked on our table, which reminded him of tonight's feature attraction.

"I was thinking it would be nice to move the two chairs to be next to each other on this end of the couch," Audrey replies. "You two can have the couch for my performance, since you are the primary audience. And I want Tim in the chair next to you. I can sit next to him during your movie and then go change for my show.

"And we should probably close the shades over there. Probably nobody would be looking in a second story window, but I would feel better knowing I am performing just for the two of you."

"Makes sense," Alan replies. "I will let Tim move the chair when he gets here. He's by far the strongest of us and those chairs are heavy."

We chatted about mostly nothing until Tim got there. He gave Audrey a big hug before he even said hi to us. Alan asked him if he could move the chair, which he did like it was nothing. The gym time and all the martial arts work really has made him seriously ripped. Alan is in good shape, but has more of a classic nerd build.

Audrey catches Tim up on our trip to the spa. No mention of how dreamy Sasha was or about her grooming task. And she left off the "All my skin" from her mention of her skin therapy.

Tim asked me how I liked my first spa day.

"The massage felt heavenly," I responded. "But lounging in that room with the waterfall and all the plants and -- Audrey were there actual song birds in there or was that a recording?"

Audrey answers, "They have live birds in cages around the room."

"Well whatever, that was a little too new age-y for me," I said, finishing my earlier sentence. "Although I was pretty relaxed when I left, so maybe it wasn't all bad."

Alan had to get up every so often to check on dinner and finally had to work on the cornbread to go with it.

No one seemed ready to talk about what we were about to do tonight, stalling our conversation a bit.

"We need to figure out next week's movie", Alan calls back to us, trying to move us past the roadblock.

"There's a new Marvel movie out streaming now, so we could watch that," suggests Tim.

"We all know what your choice will be," I say. "But I think it's Audrey's turn. She has never made a choice. And then it should be Alan. You picked that rolling explosion they called a movie three weeks ago."

"Hey, that was good!" Tim said, defending his choice. "And two weeks from now, I am bringing Audrey home to meet my parents."

Audrey looked a little nervous about this, so I added, "It will be nice. Bonnie is the sweetest woman you will ever meet. And Carl is good old salt of the earth rural America."

"Meeting the parents is a big step," Alan chimed in. "When are you taking Tim to meet your parents?"

"Haven't set a date to meet my dad yet. My mom died last year."

"I'm so sorry," apologized Alan, I didn't know."

"I remember that now, Audrey. But Alan didn't really know you then, so I wouldn't have bothered telling him," I say.

Tim changes to a cheerier note, saying, "Did you hear that we are moving into an apartment on the first? It's a two bedroom over on Waverly about two blocks up the street."

I add, "Audrey and I were talking about car pooling some of the days."

"Give us more time to gossip about you two guys," Audrey says.

"So when's the house warming party?" Alan asks. "And what's the dress code?"

We all laugh, as much with relief at someone finally having broached the subject, even indirectly.

Just then, the timer dings and Alan rushes back to check on the corn bread. Alan starts barking orders "Tim can you get everyone drinks? Lisa, can you set the table? Which table are we eating at?"

"I think we need to clean the dining room table before we should eat there, so let's stick to the kitchen table," I reply. "Before we stick to the dining room table," I mumble, mostly under my breath. I hear Audrey snicker and, even from behind, I can see Alan's ears turn red.

As we settle in for dinner, Audrey asks, "So what is this big project you have been working on so hard?"

"Well, technically it is a domain specific, multi-modal context aware actionable AI assistant. We combined the latest takes on LLM's, shrinking that back in scale for more targeted tasks, with a temporal partial-order planner, Markov decision spaces, and some good old fashioned Horn clauses to make it all work."

"Alan, I suspect you know that no one here but Tim understood a thing you just said," I say, chiding him.

"Hey, I understood less than half of it," Tim admits.

"Okay, we built Jarvis, but it only works on localized problems, like how to use our companies products," Alan says, trying again. "But it's still embargoed, so nothing about it leaves this room."

"Jarvis?" asks Audrey.

"The AI that Iron Man talks to when he is in his suit. Or anywhere in his house in Iron Man 2," Tim explains.

"Isn't an AI like that what people are afraid of right now?" asks Audrey.

"Well it only works on very limited problems, so the risks are MUCH lower. We actually worried about the privacy concerns more -- it has to keep track of everything you do and say to have a good model of you will want next. But I think we made a real breakthrough with that last year. It's one of the few really new technologies we invented. Almost everything else is just piecing together things other people had already figured out. I have experts in most of those technologies in the group. It's a really great team. They deserve most of the credit."

"So you think this is going to work?", Tim asks.

"After what I saw working yesterday, I think this will be the talk of the tech world in two months, when the media embargo gets lifted. Our plan is to have just enough buzz that something big is brewing that it gets seriously hyped when it breaks. Then it's time to launch our IPO and pop champagne and all that."

We finish eating and I clear the dishes as everyone sips their drinks. Everyone is excited to move forward, but everyone is terrified to move forward.

Audrey finally breaks the ice, announcing, "I want to see this movie that Lisa couldn't shut up about for the last two weeks."

We all head back to the living room and take our assigned seats. Alan pushes play, and I pop onto the large screen in my school girl outfit. Now that I have heard the song, I will always hear it -- and always associate it with our movie when I do hear it. By the time I am screaming in ecstasy with my first on screen orgasm, Alan has his hand cupping my mound through my slacks. Looking over to our friends, I see they both have hands inside the others clothing,

I am trying to control myself -- I want to wait for the main attraction, and I certainly want to save Alan for later. I see Audrey pull her hand out of Tim's pants, probably making a similar calculation. She still needs him as a prop.

Audrey, on the other hand, has the woman's advantage and does not have to wait. Rather a climax now may keep her more controlled for the show. So she lets herself go, experiencing her own climax during the scene where we can see Alan's cock first impaling me riding him cowgirl style.

When the movie ends, she is still flushed and says, "That was the sexiest thing I have ever watched! How am I supposed to compete with that?" But she still heads back to the guest room.

"Wow, just wow!" says Tim in a muted voice. "Do you think you could help us make one like that?"

"Well I can set up the lighting and cameras for you I guess. We can talk about the rest later," Alan replies.

I am still obsessing over the song. "I love that song you found. It's perfect. How did you know about it? I had never heard it before."

"It's on the Anticipation album, the one with her wearing the see through skirt. Anticipation is probably my mom's all-time favorite album. She listened to it all the time when I was growing up. The fantasy of a girl who would role play anything to please me was powerful magic to a fourteen year old boy. It was the first thing that popped into my head when I saw you in that costume."

Audrey came back into the room wearing a long coat and carrying some things. She sets some down out of our view, by the TV. The biggest thing she was carrying was a yoga mat, which she unrolls. "I don't want any rug burns tonight."

She asks if I can close the shades and turn on lots of lights. I do as I am asked and return to my position sitting next to Alan.

She takes the coat off, tossing it off to the side and exposing her real costume. She has a blue leather cropped vest top, with a zipper down the center of the front. It is cropped short enough that most of her mid section is exposed, from below her belly button to just a few inches below her breasts, which are projecting outward. The vest has relatively thick straps and exposes inviting cleavage. Her only other visible clothing is a short white mini skirt, which barely covers her crotch when she is standing still.

She turns away, pushes something and the sultry sounds of Lana Del Rey come pouring into the room. "Video Games". She is gyrating to the music while she starts to remove clothing. First comes the cropped vest. Under is a yellow bikini top. And much more cleavage. There is a protuberance at each nipple, but it somehow looks odd.

She comes forward and shakes her tits in the faces of all three audience members.

Then she backs away and off comes the skirt, exposing the matching skimpy bikini bottom.

The bikini is not as see through as I would have guessed. She turns away from us and unties the sides of the bikini bottom and it falls to the ground. Oh my god, she is wearing a butt plug!

She backs up to us and, bending way over, grinds her naked butt into the space above our laps, inches from both our crotches and our chests. The guys show enormous constraint in not grabbing that luscious ass.

She walks away from us again, never having revealed her new grooming to any of us. She strips off her bikini top, without turning to us. I can see some side boob, and Tim can probably see more of the other side, but poor Alan is left with just his view of her ass.

She uses the same ploy I had, covering her breasts with one arm, while her other hand covers her pussy as best it can. She turns around. Her left arm barely covers her nipples, but all of her massive tits above are plain to see. I can't see any muff through the fingers of her right hand, but some red curls are visible on either side of her wrist. So I still don't know what pubes style she chose. I bet unsuspecting Tim has not even noticed any change.

She is focused now on Alan, walking up to him without ever breaking eye contact, wearing only her arm bra and her modesty hand. She drops her left arm down, her boobs springing out and down, no longer being pushed up and into her torso, jingling as they fall.

She is wearing nipple clamps! And there is a chain between them. No, two chains. One comes pretty straight across; the other drops almost to her belly button, with a weighted metal ball pulling down the middle. In the center of the ball is what looks like a ruby. Matching her hair, I realize.

She steps all the way to Alan, and with their legs just touching, reaches her left hand to lightly tug on the weight. She winces slightly as she does; apparently the weight pulls the clamps tighter.

She then leans forward and, bringing both hands up to hold her tits, pushing them into Alan's face. He is in ecstasy as he wallows in the feeling of her boobs against his cheeks, drinking up her aroma with his nose. At the same time, he is in agony; the torturous self-control to not bring his hands up to molest her breasts, not to open his mouth and suck on those tits.

She sides steps over and now it's my turn to be smothered in her mammaries. All I want in that instant is to grab her ass, pulling her onto to me and spend hours suckling. But I know the rule is no touching, and I, too, am forced to show my self constraint.

She drops both hands back down to cover her pussy and backs a few steps away again, where all three of us have a good view of her. I think we were all too hypnotized by her breasts to even think to look down while she had briefly been uncovered.

She pulls her hands back for the great reveal. She has a small triangle of red fur above her pussy, almost pointing to it. Her naked pussy is amazing. I have a classic "coin slot" pussy; a slit that barely shows any of the delights inside, waiting for the lips to be pulled apart. But her pussy is in full bloom, open on its own. Her labia are thick, red from the blood engorging them and shiny from the juices oozing out of her cunt. It may be the most beautiful thing I have seen.

You could hear a pin drop in that room -- Lana had stopped singing sometime without me noticing -- as she reaches down with both hands and pulls her lips even further open.

She now approaches Tim. She puts her right foot up on the far side of Tim's chair, with her left leg just toughing his right leg. In this position, her crotch is pulled open less than a foot from Tim's face. And she is turned so that Alan and I can clearly see the action. She drags her middle finger up the middle of her labia, scooping up some of her juices, before ever so briefly teasing her own clit.

She then pulls the hand forward and slides that finger into Tim's mouth. He wraps his lips around her finger as it slides back, sucking all her juices into his mouth. She reaches both hands back down, once again spreading her lips to give Tim a fully open gaze into her most private parts, before she drops her foot back down.

She steps sideways, giving Alan the same treatment, while still giving me the side view.

Then she slides over to me, now raising her left leg to give both men a view, she grants me the same intimate experience Tim and Alan have already enjoyed. As her finger slides up her pussy, she stops longer this time on her clit. I can see her pussy start to tremble, but she stops while she still can. Her finger is in my mouth, and for the second time in my life, I taste another woman. It is a sweet nectar. She reaches down with both hands to spread her lips. But instead of releasing both lips at once, as she had for the men, she leaves one hand holding her open. With the other, she takes my hand and guides it her sopping gash. I draw my middle finger up her pussy. She moans softly as I do that. She pushes my hand away before I reach her clit and push her over the top.

She turns and walks a few steps away, back to where all three of us can see her well. She stands, back to us and legs slightly, before bending over. She reaches up through her legs and slowly pulls the plug out of her hole. Her anus is briefly dilated, almost begging for something else to be pushed in, until it slowly closes again, still quivering slightly.

I have lost my self control, and I open my pants and thrust my right hand into my panty, already damp from my juices. My left hand pushes up my blouse and forces the bra over my big left tit. I squeeze the tit and pinch my nipple in full view of everyone, but I think only Audrey has even noticed.

But her focus is on Alan. She gazes into his eyes, looking around her leg, while she is still bent over. She now reaches her hand through her legs and into her pussy. She plunges three fingers deep into her cunt, moaning as she does.

I match her action, driving three of my own fingers into me, moaning as well. Both the men notice me now. Alan wants to watch me, but he cannot bring his eyes away from Audrey for more than a second. Tim tries to shift his position to where he can watch both of us from the side.

She turns ands lays on the back on the mat, with her legs splayed open, giving Alan the best view. She reaches somewhere behind and produces a dildo. We all watch as she pushes it in her cunt, forcing her labia further open. Even Tim has stopped paying much attention to me, as he watches his lover please herself.

She plunges the rubber cock in and out several times, starting slowly, but picking up speed and urgency with each stroke. She now reaches to her clit with her free hand. Almost immediately, she is gone. She groans loudly and her hips buck. We can watch her thighs tremble as the waves of the orgasm flow through her.

I am just a second behind, mine announced with more of a shriek than a groan. All three of the others watch the orgasm overcome me now.

With my unintended contribution to the performance now over, she gets up on her knees facing Tim and signals for him to come over. He stands in front of her as she unbuckles and drops his pants. He seems to have lost his shoes at some point. His monstrous cock is fully erect and now fully unleashed. She quickly engulfs the shaft and begins to suck up and down his cock, as we watch this action from the side. After our movie and her performance, he has little endurance and suddenly pulls out of her mouth. She closes her eyes as he strokes his dick. Soon stream after stream of white are shooting out of his cock and over her face and hair.

He covers her in even more cum than Alan had gotten over my tits in our movie.

Once the torrent of semen has stopped, she opens her eyes and leans forward, taking his cock into her mouth once again. She provides several more strokes; when she releases him again, his member is no longer able to stand at full attention.

He sits back on the mat facing me, slowly stroking his cock back to life.

Meanwhile, she has crawled towards Alan. She runs her hand along the outline of his cock, clearly straining against the jeans that still enclose it. She stands and turns away from him. I think she is going to walk away, but no, she puts her ass back over his lap, as she had a few long minutes ago. But this time it does not stay above his lap, but she pushes it onto his crotch. She grinds her pussy against his jeans and his member constrained within. I watch his face as he struggles not to cum.

She finally relinquishes, standing, while Alan catches his breath. I admire his self control. I can see smears of the juices that her sopping pussy has left across his lap.

She walks back to the mat, where her lover has recovered, his massive member ready for work again. He leans back and she turns, facing us, and squats over him. She lowers herself onto his waiting staff, which she helps guide in with her hand. We are enjoying our ringside view of this impalement. Leaning back onto Tim, with both hands on the floor behind her and beside him, she rides her stud.

As they fuck, I realize that Alan has become so aroused, he is in discomfort. They are reaching a crescendo as I unbuckle and unzip Alan's jeans and release his cock. Audrey and Tim cum as I begin to stroke him.

Still recovering from her own orgasm, she watches for a moment, then looks at me. I nod yes to her and she climbs off Tim and crawls towards Alan. She brings her face right to his straining cock and closes her eyes. Alan explodes, adding a second level of cum to Tim's already covering much of her face and hair.

That was not what I had expected tonight. I am not sure what Audrey had planned, but I was not expecting for it to be so audience involved. Tim may be her lover, but Alan's marking her seemed to be the final piece in binding all three of us to her sexually.

"Do you think I could use your guest shower", Audrey asked, breaking the silence. "I seem to be all sticky."

"Of course," I answer.

"And Tim, dear, would you mind if we spent the night here? I can't imagine getting dressed right now, They have a great guest suite we could sleep in. And could you run back and grab my stuff, and maybe stuff for you too?"

"On my way," Tim says, pulling on his pants. "Where did I leave my shoes?"

Audrey scampers back to the shower, while Tim, having found his shoes, heads out the front door. Alan and I are alone still sitting on the couch, less than fully clothed.

"Are you okay with what just happened?" I ask Alan, the concern obvious in my voice.

"I don't know. I really don't know. In one sense, it was one of the most wonderful experiences I have ever had. And I will remember it forever. On the other hand, it scares the hell out of me. I am clearly lusting after Audrey, I don't think that's a secret. But I would gladly walk away from them both if they endanger us and our relationship. I don't know what you think about Tim, and I'm not quite ready to think about that. But, now after watching Audrey with you, are you Bi? Should I worry about you leaving me for a woman?"

I laugh a little. And then I became serious again, and say, "I'm sorry to laugh, but you are the third person to ask me in the two weeks if I was Bi. At least everyone accepts I am attracted to you, which I am VERY much. I hope you know that. I have never thought about Tim sexually before, but 'Big Ben' is intriguing."



"Big Ben?" Alan asks.

"Oh, Audrey told me that that's what he calls his dick. Do you have a pet name for your cock?"

Alan shakes his head no, chuckling lightly.

"Anyway, I think any woman would wonder what that would feel like. Audrey has described the sensation to me in livid detail, but each woman feels a cock differently. And as I heard her tell you this morning, you please me. And I love you and I always will.

"Back to am I a lezzie or bi? Before the poker game, I would have not have even given the question a second thought. I think you knew I experimented briefly my freshman year before we were an item. But to be honest, it just didn't do much for me. But just like with you, she seems to have awoken a desire in me I didn't know I had. Ever since her first performance, I find myself sometimes looking at other women as sexual objects of interest to me. Not always, and not all women, but often enough that I have been wondering about it myself.

"I even found myself attracted to Mary, And she seemed attracted to me."

"Well, SHE is a ball of sexual energy," Alan interjected. "I have to admit to having wondered what she would be like in bed."

"So who are you lusting after now, Alan," Audrey asks, coming out of the guest suite. True to her word, she didn't get dressed, wearing just a towel around her hair. "Am I not enough for your fantasies any more?"

Alan blushes and I answer, "He has lusted after Mary long before you were in his dreams."

"Well, she is a live one. And I bet you could give her the satisfaction Frank doesn't."

Alan looks at me quizzically. "She confessed to me that Frank isn't very good in bed and can leave her unsatisfied," I answer.

"Do you women keep any secrets from each other? Even with all that noise she makes."

"We gossip about everything. And I mean everything," Audrey says. "And don't believe noises a woman makes in bed. You must know the scene in 'When Harry Met Sally'?"

Alan turns to me and urgently asks, "You're not faking it with me, are you?". Near desperation was in his eyes.

"No silly, you get me off so often I don't have to," I say, reassuring him. "On very rare occasions I play up the intensity of the experience, for my benefit as much as yours. But I have been having so many truly earth shattering orgasms recently, I have no need whatsoever to embellish. Last night when you fucked me on the table, I didn't try to fake an orgasm. I don't feel any deficit. That time was for you. And there have been more than enough times for me."

It seems odd to be having an explicit discussion about our sex life with Alan while Audrey is standing here, stark naked no less. But after everything, it also feels natural. And there's nothing she hadn't already heard.

By now, Tim walks back in carrying Audrey's overnight bag and what I am guessing has clothes and toiletries for him. He looks at Audrey and says, "You really meant you didn't want to get dressed, didn't you. Well I guess everyone here has pretty much seen every square inch of you."

"Are you upset that we did it?" asks Audrey, concerned at what might be his tone.

"HELL NO!" snapping back light heartedly. "This may have been the second favorite evening of my life. Both in this condo, and both involving me fucking a naked Audrey."

"I think we all agree that this was an amazing evening, but is everybody cool with it?" I ask. "Both of Tim's favorite evenings went farther than I think any of us had expected. It's probably a good idea to let this settle in for a while before we go places that someone might not be comfortable with. Things that can't be undone."

"We already agreed next week is a movie night," Alan says.

"And I get to pick!" Audrey exclaims.

"And then the week after we are up at my folks, so it seems like our next possible special night is in three weeks," says Tim. That should give us all time to process all this."

We look at each other and sense a general agreement.

I get up intending to go to bed, with my husband. Audrey gives me a big hug on the way by. And then turns to give one to Alan. Now he is getting naked hugs. At least he put his pecker back in his pants when he stood up. I bet the hug got him hard again. We'll have to find something to do with that. In the privacy of our own bedroom.