Mary, Mary, Not Contrary

This story is part seven of my series called Friends. It can be read on its own, but the characters make much more sense if you have read the earlier parts. The series tracks the growth, personally, professionally, and sexually, of a group of friends. Alan and Lisa are a young married couple. Audrey and Tim are a newly formed couple, as well as Alan and Lisa's best friends. Mary, who returns in this chapter, after being mostly absent from the last four, is Tim's brother Frank's ex.

This chapter starts the morning after Audrey both discovers she is getting a big promotion at work and Tim gives her an engagement ring. Alan and Lisa are recovering from a major blow-up the week before. All four are trying to come to terms with their quickly evolving sexual relationship.

This chapter returns to being told from Lisa's perspective. This is also the first chapter in the Group Sex category. It will not be the last.

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Bzzz. Bzzz. Damn, I didn't put my phone in do not disturb mode last night. But the sex with Alan was good. It's nice to be almost back to where we were.

Bzzz. Bzzz. I can hear Alan in the shower. I guess I can get this. Picking up my phone, I see it's from u give me ride this morning?

Okay, I text you text me -- what about last night?.

And thenwhat time should I get there?

My phone shows her 2 busy celebrating last night.

Then8:30?

I check the time, it's only 7:45, plenty of time. c u then

I better take my shower now though. I walk into the shower and grab Alan from behind, like I did over the weekend to re-ignite our sexual selves. Before I let him get his hopes up too high though, I say, "Sorry lover, no time for more than a hug this morning -- Audrey needs a ride."

"Time for a kiss?" he asks, as he turns to face me.

"Just a kiss. And maybe another quick hug."

After a short snuggle, I steal enough of the water for my morning hygiene needs, finishing my hair after he is out. By the time I am back in the bedroom, he is dressed and about to head out.

"Could you eat with Audrey tonight?" he asks, "Graham was asking me about having a dinner meeting this evening."

"This is Tim's aikido night, so that works. And I have to hear all about her big day yesterday. Marty was right, she will never forget yesterday."

By the time I pull into Tim's apartment lot, she is standing outside waiting. As she climbs in the car, she says, "Sorry for the panicked text this morning. I forgot my car is at my apartment. And Tim was about to leave when I realized that."

"Not a big deal, should I bring you home tonight or to your place?"

"Here I think, I may just leave my car at my place for the weekend, if you can take me again tomorrow. It makes parking easier."

"That's fine," I say. Then I become more insistent, "Now Show Me! Show me the Ring!".

She holds her left hand out and I examine the ring. It's a classic gold engagement ring with a big sparkly diamond mounted on it. It looks expensive.

"Wow, Tim went all out for that one."

"Nothing but the best for me. The biggest diamond. The biggest cock."

We both giggle.

She asks, a little sheepishly, "Alan never gave you one, did he."

"We never really got engaged in any real sense. We had been living together for almost three years when we got married. We just kind of decided the date, but I think we had both assumed it was a matter of when rather than if. Besides, we were saving for a downpayment."

"Well you saved pretty well to get that condo."

"Actually, when we started looking, we realized we were way short. Zardoz Labs had made a very generous offer to Alan, but he negotiated to reduce the salary in exchange for a signing bonus. That still wasn't enough for OUR condo, but his parents gave us another big chunk for a wedding gift."

Then I add, laughing, "I just hadn't realized we were buying the Audrey O'Rourke nudist colony."

"Hey, I have promised not to flash anyone for almost two weeks!"

I give her my sad face. And we laugh some more.

"I almost flashed Marty, actually. He asked if squashing my tits for work was uncomfortable and I told him definitely after a while. Then I asked if he minded if I loosened things. I managed to not actually flash him, but after he told me about the partnership, I was literally bouncing up and down in my seat. He had to ask me to stop because my bouncing tits were too distracting to him."

"You had a different conversation with him than I did, I guess. We had a good talk, but he never commented on my anatomy," I replied.

"I think he wanted to emphasize that he had a wild streak in him as well. He was pretty pissed at me for the bet in the bar."

"I didn't tell him about the bet? Did you?" I ask.

"No, he guessed it all. I think he has a pretty good idea of what our Saturday nights are like too. He was disappointed that I could have risked ruining my career if the bar situation had gone sour. And really pissed that I might have put you in danger."

She adds, "By the way, he described himself as an 'old perv' and said he would enjoy hearing my tales -- he wouldn't judge."

"You DID have a different conversation! Back to your engagement, have you and Tim talked about when?"

"We both agreed a year or two from now. We need to figure out who is coming and how many we can afford. Then look for a location and everything. It's going to be a lot of work."

"We got away with a relatively little and easy wedding. Sixty people I think. But you have bigger families and I didn't have a career at all yet."

"I am only planning on inviting Marty. If we are the new partners, I guess I should invite Javi and Michelle. And maybe Sam. And their significant others. It does add up.

"And you of course. Would you be my maid of honor? I was torn between you and Mary, but she is more a mother to me than anything else, so I think you make more sense."

"Of course I will. We can plan everything together. Are you up for dinner tonight? Alan has a dinner meeting."

"Tim has aikido, so works well. The condo or out? Most of my kitchen stuff is either at Tim's or already packed."

We agree on out.

When we get to the office, she is about to go off to get work accomplished, but I grab her and push her towards the empty conference room. And I shout to the whole office, "Everyone in the conference room. Audrey has a big announcement!"

When most of the company has ambled in, she holds up her left arm and says, "Tim gave me a ring! I'm engaged!."

Everyone claps and several, mostly women, come up to look at the ring and ask her about Tim. I see Marty wink at me.

The morning goes by smoothly. I review a draft of the plan for the last project that we are about ready to send to the client. It is exactly what I had discussed with them a few weeks ago. I expect a few nits from them, but this should go smoothly.

Just before lunch, Marty, Audrey and I have a meeting with some of the support team to talk about our current project. The three of us agree that they are ready to move forward with the economic development and revitalization pieces, although they may only choose to do one first. That's going to be a bit of a fight between George and Iris. Both are gung ho to start yesterday. We talk about the specifics; the contract person will send them each a proposal for our standard consulting services for the projects. Audrey thinks they are less certain on our other services. Those services are always a harder sell unless there is a crisis already.

I briefly consider inviting Marty to lunch with us, but I decide not quite yet. I still haven't heard enough of what Audrey thinks about his plans for us. So she and I head to lunch by ourselves. Lunches with Marty can come later.

Once at our table, Audrey asks, "I'm a little weirded out by what happened last night. Have you ever blacked out during an orgasm?"

"No?"

"Blacked out isn't quite right, but something like that. Tim and I had fucked furiously once already last night, and then, as soon as he was up for round two, we had a wonderful slow screw. The orgasm for that just built up and up. When I came, I lost all sense of space and time, and it was just the two of us and our love. Almost like we were floating in emptiness, but even emptiness counts as space. When I came to, I was hugging him. He was concerned about me and I had to ask him if he had cum."

"That IS weird. Yesterday evening was an immense amount of emotion, so that probably explains it. But if it happens again, I would probably go see a doctor."

"It's what I would expect from a hallucinogenic drug. Definitely weird," she concurs.

"So what do you think about the plans for the four of us analysts? Exciting isn't it," I ask.

"Yeah, it's going to be awesome. Marty stressed that all of us have work to do. And no more Sleazy Eddie!"

"Any idea when he will tell Michelle and Javi? We have to make sure that we don't plot too much stuff by ourselves without them."

"I think in the next couple of weeks. By the way, Marty was happy that you are taking that art class. He thinks you have real talent there. He felt bad making you give up the drawing you had been doing for us."

She changes subjects, asking, "I saw Marty wink at you. Had he guessed the engagement too?"

"No, that was me. I told him it was probably happening."

"Did YOU know? Did Tim tell you and Alan? I am never going to trust that you are spilling the beans ever again."

"I guessed on the way back home last week that this was probably what Tim was planning. And I let Marty know. He was just acknowledging my insight into you or more Tim I guess."

I shift the conversation to a new topic, saying, "I was chatting with Mary some more about Friday. I warned her about our planned discussion and she is excited to listen in and help in any way she can. It got me thinking, would you be comfortable with her coming to one of your shows if that was a weekend she was coming up?"

"As long as we can trust her, yeah. The more the merrier for me, overall. I think the guys would be okay with it. Another guy would probably be more of an issue."

"We probably need to figure out if we are locking the group to us four or maybe five now. Or how we would decide whether to invite someone in. I think it would have to be unanimous at the very least."

"The only other person I could imagine inviting right now -- and I definitely wouldn't -- is Marty. I think he would love to come. He really is an old perv.

"Oh, I told him I might be modeling for your art teacher. He thought it was a great idea. And he was hoping someone would do a really good picture of me. He wants the company to buy it and hang it in the conference room just to screw with some of the stuck-up snoots. See if any of them recognized the real me."

We both laugh at the idea.

"How are things going with you and Alan now? I haven't heard much of an update since Sunday."

"Real well. The sex last night didn't send me on a psychedelic trip, but it was good. I have given him a little more leeway. For example, he can play with my tits without asking if he is already eating me out. But if I say no, he has to stop instantly. And he can touch me in g-rated ways at any time without permission. But no groping me out of the blue. I think that would still freak me out a bit."

The afternoon goes by quickly. I really do have a different feeling towards work since I had my talk with Marty last week. And being able to talk about it with Audrey makes it easier. I can't wait until we can talk about it with Javi and Michelle, too.

On the drive back, we decide to park at our condo and walk over to Tito's. Audrey wants to go up to change -- she had brought a change of clothes for after work. I give her privacy in the guest room -- no need to break her promise tonight, although ogling her is always fun.

We spend dinner starting to plan her wedding, at least coming up with questions for her to talk to Tim about. How distant relatives? Friends of parents? Sit down dinner or buffet? Open bar? Wedding and reception at same or different places? How many ushers and bridesmaids. Tuxes or suits for the men?

When we get back to the condo, the talk has shifted to work. How we can change our pitch to the towns. New consulting areas that would make sense for us, et cetera.

Alan gets home while Audrey and I are still talking.

"Is that Audrey? I didn't recognize with all her clothes on," he quips.

"She has promised to not flash us for another week. Apparently we are not old enough pervs for her taste these days." I wink at Audrey.

"Hey I didn't flash him. And I hadn't planned to have my bra off in the car with him or I would have chosen a more opaque blouse."

"So you are telling me I should have been worried about Marty?" Alan asks, realizing what old perv we are referring to.

"He seems to only go after skinny women, so you were safe," I say, "It's Tim that has to worry."

"Actually, I had joked with Tim that maybe a quickie could get me a big promotion. When I came home with my bra undone and a big promotion, what was he supposed to think?" Audrey adds.

"But he still proposed, so all is good," I say.

She shows Alan the ring and then heads over to Tim's apartment.

"8:30 tomorrow again?" she asks on her way out.

"See you then."

"She is still giddy with excitement," I say, after Audrey was gone. "It really was an amazing evening for her. All that overflowing of love has me pretty passionate too. Straight to bed, but not to sleep?"

"I'll beat you there," Alan says, starting to run towards the bedroom.

"No, I will beat you once I get there. Beat you off that is."

By announcing my desire for sex, I have given him significant leeway to be more assertive. I want that tonight. I want to be kissed and pampered and taken care of. And fucked. Definitely fucked. Maybe even twice, if he is up to it.

By the time I get back, his pants are off and he is working on his shirt. I sit on the bed in front of him, sucking on his cock while he is trying to unbutton. He finally manages to get his shirt off, despite my distractions; he then gently pushes me over before reaching down to pull off my slacks and my panty.

In a turnaround, he now starts eating my pussy while I try to unbutton my blouse. When I have it partly undone, he reaches a hand under my blouse and starts fondling my breast through my bra.

"Hey no fair. I only used my mouth -- your hand under there makes it too hard to unbutton."

He pulls the hand back, bringing it down to my crotch and plunges three fingers from it into my sopping cunt.

"That's even more distracting!"

Even with the distraction, I manage to unbutton my blouse and slide my arms out and then push the bra up off my boobs. He notices the exposure and brings his free hand up to start pinching my nipples.

I am not going to last much longer with this torture. I grab the back of his head and push his face into my pussy just as the climax begins. He now has little choice but to suck on my clit as wave after wave of the orgasm flow through me.

When my body finally calms a bit, I order him up on the bed and flat on his back. I quickly straddle him, facing forward in a classic cowgirl, my favorite position. I reach back and guide his cock into my waiting hole, still tingling from the orgasm that has just barely subsided.

I start to rock slowly back and forth, feeling his cock move in my cunt. He reaches up with both hands and starts massaging my big boobs. This attention robs me of the willpower for a slow tempo and soon I am rocking wildly on his manhood. He begins to thrust upwards into me, seeking his own release. I reach my hand down to my clit and soon we are cumming together, my cunt squeezing every last drop from his cock. I collapse forward onto his chest and kiss him passionately.

After a while, I just lie still on his chest while an arm gentry caresses my back. His wilted dick still clenched tightly in my cunt. I luxuriate in this position for maybe 20 minutes, until I ask, "Think you can take me again?"

I take no answer as a yes -- I know, not good consent behavior, but I'm not the one on probation -- I slide off his member and spin around, so my knees are beside him and my mouth can reclaim his struggling penis. The oral attention brings life to his manhood and soon his cock is back at full mast.

"Take me hard tonight, Alan. I want that. I NEED that!"

I turn the rest of the way around, on all fours with my ass facing him.

He knows what I need. He kneels behind me and plunges his cock all the way into me. He is fucking me with the fury and intensity I crave.

Suddenly he pulls out and stops. I am about to complain, when SMACK, a hand slaps my cheek. And another. And another. Each one stings, but each also makes me even hornier, even needier. After six hard slaps on my ass, they stop and suddenly he is plunging into me, more fiercely than before.

Just when I think I might cum, it stops. Six more slaps, now to the other cheek. Then back to plunging in and out. I am really close when he pulls out again. But now there is no spanking. He is coming around to my front. I reach my hand under my belly and with just a single touch of my clit, the explosion comes. I scream in ecstasy and then close my eyes, knowing what else is coming. Soon I can feel streaks of wet hot cum sliding down my face.

I think we both worked out needs in that final intercourse. I crouch there for a minute before saying, "Can you come wash your cum out of my hair?"

We head into the shower and although most of our time in there is hugging and kissing, we do manage to wash my hair and our bodies.

We dry each other with towels, too sated to risk starting another session and then climb into bed, falling asleep snuggled against each other.

When Audrey climbs into the car the next day, I am still feeling a calm ecstasy lingering from last night.

She immediately notices, saying, "Someone got laid last night. And pretty well by the looks of it."

"We had a good sensual fuck. And then I told him I needed it hard. And he obliged. He took me doggie, pausing occasionally to spank me. I came so hard when I just touched my clit. And he gave me a facial, which we have almost never done."

"Was he remembering my show? I had not intended that to happen."

"It's okay. I'm sure it was inspired by that, but I think he was marking me as his. It was a show of his love. My only real problem is that it hurts to sit down right now."

"Well, my pussy hurts after another night of intense activity with Big Ben. I have to insist on nights off from him fucking me, but the last one of those Tim ended up fisting me, which didn't give me a good recovery night."

"We can start a club of achy women with over zealous lovers," I say.

We both laugh.

I say, "I have to go straight to the station after work to pick up Mary, so I guess you are coming to the station, too."

"Thanks for warning me."

Work was, well, work. Nothing exciting, but I got lots done. Even lunch was nondescript. We had already discussed our previous nights romantic escapades and we had been together almost all yesterday otherwise.

Mostly, I was anxious and excited about tonight's dinner discussion. And I was kind of tingly thinking about Mary coming. We had never really been more than friendly acquaintances until that last day of her last visit, when she was still with Frank. I wonder if it was just the right moment for us to bond or because I knew she had accidentally watched Alan eating me out the night before. But we bonded in our one hour girls' chat just before she left. And she, inadvertently or not, gave me a good view of her pussy. I really do seem to be a sucker for women who will show me their privates.

We have been chatting regularly ever since. Whatever clicked that Sunday morning in our kitchen has been reinforced. I definitely consider her a good friend now. And I may be lusting after her almost as much as I am after Audrey.

It is finally time to go get Mary, so I gather Audrey and we head out. When I pull up to a pick-up spot, Mary is already standing there with her bag. I could just let her climb in the car, but I get out and run over to give her a big hug. I rub her backside while I am hugging her and she rubs mine back; maybe the lusting is not one-sided -- she definitely did flash me last time.

She and Audrey give polite hellos; they met a month ago at the poker game, but only for a few hours and both were distracted that night. Mary and Frank had retired to their room for their own entertainment just before Audrey and Tim gave their first unplanned sex show to Alan and me. But I have kept Mary abreast of what's been happening.

She asks to see Audrey's ring.

"It's beautiful," she says wistfully.

She really wanted Frank to make a long term commitment to her, but he is a VERY confirmed bachelor. Mary found out, as have several previous women, that Frank is not going to stray from that path, no matter how much sex he is plied with.

After a few moments of what I imagine to be what-ifs brought on by the ring, Mary is back to her normal bouncy, bubbly self. And everything she does, even her boundless energy, seems to have a tinge of sexuality. In a healthy, friendly way. Maybe it's just the Aussie accent. Aussies always seem to be like, "Yeah mate, I had sex 17 times with 5 different people yesterday. Today will probably be even better. Life's good."

I guess it's an attitude you need when you live in a country where most of the native fauna is trying to kill you.

Mary may have the attitude and the accent, but she doesn't have the surfer body, blond hair and all over tan that I think of when I think of Australians. She is petite in every way, about 5-2, slight build and short brown hair. It's hard to conceive how so much energy can be stored in such a little package.

When we get to the condo, Alan is starting on dinner.

"Hi Mary, how was your trip? And Hi Audrey, I forgot you were carpooling with Lisa today. When is Tim going to be here?"

"I expect him between 5:30 and 6:00. Lisa, can I use your room to change into my more comfortable clothes?" Audrey asks.

"Sure, I may come in get changed too."

Mary takes her bag into the guest suite as Audrey and I head back to the master suite.

Audrey unbinds her chest with a great sigh of relief.

As I am slipping off my work shirt, I look over at her. "This way I get to perv out on your body and you don't have to feel you broke your promise not to flash me," I say, giggling a bit.

She jiggles her tits at me and then slides both her skirt and panty off, displaying her pussy to me. She soon pulls her panty back on; that wasn't part of what she is actually changing, just a tease for me.

We are soon in more comfortable clothes and head back to the kitchen. I give my husband a quick kiss, but he seems quite busy with dinner prep.

"I couldn't get out early, and I had to hit the store on the way home, so I am trying to throw together dinner in a rush," he explains.

"What's on the menu," Mary asks. She has changed into a halter that reveals more cleavage than I would guess her smallish tits could show, along with a pair of shorts, very short shorts. It's unusual for someone in this condo to be showing more skin than Audrey.

"Just spaghetti bolognese with a garden salad. And bruschetta. Lots of bruschetta. And I stopped at the Italian bakery for some nice tiramisu for dessert. I don't think any of the three of us tend to eat a red sauce at Rick's, which is tomorrow's dinner, so I didn't worry about Italian two nights in a row. And this is a fast meal to prepare."

"Mmm, tonight and mmm, tomorrow," Mary says, licking her lips. Even things that would be innocent for anyone else come out as sexy when she does it.

"Lisa, why don't you open the first bottle of wine? We don't want to over drink, but I think we all might need a little lubrication for our discussion."

I head over to where I see the three bottles. Nice looking Chianti Classico. "Everyone want a glass?" I ask.

I grab five glasses, pouring four of them. I am handing the last one out when Tim walks in the door.

"Don't I get one, too?" he asks, before going over to Audrey to give her a big hug and a passionate kiss.

"Working on it, Tim. I will have it poured before you finish mauling your fiancé."

"Everyone, go ahead and take a seat at the table," Alan commands. "I will have the salad and the bruschetta over in a minute. Just finishing up the dressing now. Lisa, can you set two plates for everyone -- salad and dinner."

"I've got it," Tim offers, so I take my place at the table. There is an empty chair next to me for Alan, with Mary at the end of the table next to me. Audrey is across the table from me and Tim, who is still setting the plates, has a seat next to Audrey.

Alan brings a big salad bowl and tongs, sets them down to grab the bruschetta platters. He is about to sit when he remembers the dressing. He brings out a small carafe filled with a golden brown liquid. "It's a maple balsamic vinaigrette I make myself. I can get anyone something else if you would rather," he explains.

I don't think either Audrey or Mary has ever had this treat. "Try it, it's really good," I say.

Soon everyone is eating and drinking and relaxing. I break the easy vibe, saying, "Do we want to start the conversation? Mary, could you possibly take notes on what gets said?"

"I brought my note pad with me, just for this."

I start, saying, "My first rule is that no one gets pressured into doing anything they don't want to do. And if your partner is about to do something you don't want to happen, you get to call a halt to it, no hard feelings anywhere. Everyone agree to that?"

"So Tim can ask me to be more decent if it's bothering him that day, and you two can't pout about it," Audrey says.

"But I like my Audrey flashes!" Alan says.

"A rule is a rule," Audrey says.

"Seriously, I think we all agree. As much as I love to ogle her pussy, if Tim calls a quit to it, it's over," I say.

"Hey, why am I the bad guy all of a sudden?" Tim asks.

"She is your fiancé and she is the one shows the most skin," I say, "Although Mary seems determined to give her a challenge this evening."

"Hey, I am under obligation to not flash people right now," Audrey squawks, "It's not a fair fight."

"As much fun as watching you two have a strip off would be, let's stay focused," Alan says. "I'm trying to decide what I am comfortable with Tim doing with Lisa. I am definitely not ready for him to fuck her. Would I want her to give him a blow job? Let him eat her out? Let him feel her up? Give her an orgasm? Part of me says all of those would be sexy as hell to watch. Other parts of me would want to knock his block off. Not that I could even I wanted to, of course."

"I'm in the same boat," Tim says, "Other than I could kick your butt from here to my apartment without breaking a sweat. Sorry buddy, but it's true."

Alan nods his head knowingly and then stands up. "Keep talking," he says, "I just need to put the pasta in. I can still hear everybody while I'm in the kitchen."

"I know he would love to, but I am not ready to let Alan fuck Audrey," I say, agreeing to the developing consensus.

"So no penetration with someone else's partner is rule number two, I am hearing," Mary says. "What about groping? Boobs, pussies? Cocks?"

"I am okay with Tim groping her tits I think. And she can give him a handjob," Alan starts.

"Same for me," Tim says, "And I think I am okay with him feeling Audrey up. But only when I am around. I rationally trust all of you, but things happening behind my back scare me irrationally."

"I am still on the fence about letting you feel up Lisa," Alan says. "And I would feel guilty playing with Audrey's pussy if I didn't let you have reciprocity. But what do you think Lisa? It's your pussy I am talking about."

"I know I would like to watch your hand in Audrey's pussy, and it's always nice to have someone giving me sexual attention, at least when it's wanted attention. So I think I am yes on full hand to genital contact across partners."

"Audrey, do you want to chime in?" Mary asks.

"If it was up to me, I think we would probably end up with a big pile of bodies, everyone fucking everyone. I will speak up if I need to make a point."

"As I think about it, I guess I am okay with Tim feeling up Lisa, when I can watch," Alan says. "But now I have a second question, is this anytime all four of us are around? Or only during a show? And then what defines a show? Was your performance during Emmanuelle a show? And what about consent? I know we have to stop if told. How do we know if it's okay to try? This is way out any social rules I ever learned."

Audrey does speak up now, saying, "Yeah, if I had decided to go up and stroke Alan's boner Sunday morning, would that be okay? I am pretty sure he wouldn't have complained. I knew Tim was a bit grumpy -- and even after I had taken care of you pretty well already that morning -- so I wouldn't have tried, but what about a different day, when we were all very comfortable. Would that be okay?"

"If there is enough sexual tension in the air, I think it's cool. And if anyone doesn't feel it that day, they can say 'not now' or something," I say. "At least that's my sense of it."

"Makes sense to me," Tim says, "I definitely would have said no Sunday morning. But what about consent, as Alan asks. I mean Audrey pretty much always wants any sexual attention she can get. So Alan can pretty much assume a yes. But Lisa and I aren't lusting after each other like you two are and I think she is a bit more staid. One night aside, I guess. I worry we will feel left out or jealous if you two are groping each other regularly."

"If he feels me up, won't that just get me more amped up for you, honey?" Audrey asks.

"You are already going to be the death of me, but I guess you are right," Tim replies. "Whenever we are all together, as long as no one objects. But I reserve the right to change my mind."



"We all have the right to change our mind later, to either ease restrictions or to raise new ones," I say. "This is still an experiment for all of us and we are bound to change."

"Everyone done with the salad? The pasta should be ready," Alan announces. "Lisa, can you clear the salad stuff? Tim can you open another bottle -- it looks like everyone is about ready for more."

I grab the salad bowl and dressing first and set it on the kitchen counter. Alan takes the moment to give me a kiss. I grab his crotch and softly say, "I was wondering what impact this conversation was having on you. I feel you are enjoying it. I'm definitely getting wet."

As I clear come back and clear the salad plates, I notice that Audrey is grabbing Tim's crotch as he attempts to reach across the table to pour wine.

Alan brings a big bowl of pasta and a slightly smaller bowl of sauce, along with a cheese grater. Once everyone has served themselves the entree and Alan has received multiple compliments on the sauce, we settle back into the discussion.

"What about oral?" I ask. "I have to admit I would love to feel what I have watched Tim giving out and I know Audrey wants to feel what I have described to her. What do you think, guys?"

Audrey speaks up first, saying, "I know Tim is an expert, and if Lisa's tales are true, Alan is too. But I bet you have different techniques. If I get to experience both, I will certainly encourage each of you to try the things that work better for me. And Lisa will too. Raising both of your games to an even higher level. We girls win big on this one!"

"I guess if I am letting Tim put his hand in your pussy, I am okay with his tongue too," Alan says, not sounding completely sure. "I don't know yet on letting him take you all the way to an orgasm. I love to watch you cum, but I am afraid my jealousy might overwhelm me."

"I hear you man," Tim adds, "Climaxes seem more personal, better shared between lovers. But I do love to watch you cum, Audrey."

"If I can make a suggestion," Mary interjects, "What if the partner has to give an explicit thumbs up or thumbs down before someone is pushed over the edge. Like the roman emperor to the gladiators. You can make a call based on jealousy versus excitement in the moment."

"I can go for that," Alan says.

"Me, too," Tim adds.

"That works even more so for the guys cumming," I assert. "I would be kind of pissed if Audrey had drained Alan so many times during a show that he was no good to me that night!"

Everyone laughs.

"So are blow jobs okay too then?" Mary asks.

"I think that's where we are ending up," Alan says.

"I'm okay," Tim confirms.

"What about between us girls?" I ask. "My understanding is that everyone is on board with the show. We don't have a limited supply of orgasms like you guys do. And my sense is that there is not nearly as much jealousy of a girl getting us off than if a guy was. I was certainly hoping to have at least one orgasm during the show, without needing permission in the middle."

"I think that's about right, Lisa," Tim says. "You two may give yourself as many orgasms as you want."

Alan nods.

"What about without you around?" Audrey asks. "You know I love your cock too much to go full-time lesbo on you, so you needn't worry there."

Tim eyes us both, and asks, "This isn't asking for permission after the fact is it?"

"No, but we almost went there once," I confess. "We decided we weren't sure if it counted as cheating on you guys and we stopped ourselves."

"I guess I am okay with it as long as Audrey promises to give me lurid accounts of what happened. You two seem to do that about us anyway," Tim says.

Then adds, "God this conversation is getting me horny."

"I already gave Lisa my conditions for when I'm okay with it," Alan says. "One option was to let me watch. I am willing to give them the opposite, they can do it you can watch, without me, if you are okay the other way. No three way, no contact from either of us, just good ogling and memories."

"I can go for that, too," Tim says, trying to adjust his pants that are now obviously bulging.

"Do all these rules apply to Mary as well?" I ask. "We seem to be allowing her into our circle. The guys can't fuck her, but any of us could get her off? With just our own partner present I guess. Or just Audrey or me with her?"

"I buy that interpretation," Alan says.

Audrey and Tim nod. Audrey seems to be eyeing Mary now with a different sense.

"You okay with that Mary? Obviously nothing happens that you don't want to happen."

Mary nods enthusiastically. "I bet I am the only one here who hasn't been laid even once this week. And I bet I could raise the number significantly and still be the odd girl out."

"I am guessing this isn't an issue, but should we discuss guy-guy rules?" Mary asks.

Tim makes a face and shakes his head no. Alan stands up, comes over next to me, kisses me and squeezes one of my tits. Without my permission, I note. I guess I can allow him this one. He then walks over to Mary and kisses her and squeezes her tit too. He repeats this with Audrey. He gets to Tim, starts to bend down, then shakes his head and says, "Not cute enough. And way too many muscles for my taste."

He sits back down as we all laugh, even Tim, who is now turning bright red. God, he is easy to embarrass.

We seemed to have reached a conclusion when Alan asks, "What about pictures and video? What if I wanted to record a show? My agreement with Lisa is that we both have to agree before we can show anyone else. I suggest we make the same agreement here, nothing gets shown without explicit permission of all performers and their partners. Any objections?"

Everyone nods yes.

I announce, "Well I think we have a first set of rules. Mary, if you give me your notes, I will make them neater and leave them in a folder in our study, since most everything seems to happen over here for now."

"Any last regrets?" I ask.

Alan speaks up, "I am in no way considering loosening my position, but part of me wanted to watch Lisa's little pussy being stretched to fit Tim's monster. I was certainly enjoying visualizing that."

Mary asks, "I keep hearing jokes about it. Is he really that big?" She is looking mostly at Audrey and me.

We both nod, emphatically. Then Audrey stands up and says, "Come over here, lover boy. I only promised not to show myself off!"

She positions Tim about a foot from Mary, standing sideways to her. Audrey carefully releases Ben from the constraints of his pants.

Mary gasps a little and says, "Oh my god. Frank is not hung like that!"

Tim laughs a little, and says, "Randy and Frank got Mom's build. I got Dad's, and from the few glimpses I have had, his cock too."

Audrey leans over and takes Tim's cock in her mouth. She grabs Mary's hand and places it on his cock. Mary begins to stroke as Audrey continues her sucking. It doesn't take long for Tim to let loose into her mouth. Like every other time I have seen her blow Tim, she swallows every drop. Every time except her last show, I correct myself.

Alan breaks the stunned silence, saying, "I have tiramisu for everyone. Except Audrey, who seems to have had her desert earlier than the rest of us."

Everyone laughs and we finish the meal in a more traditional social style. Once we have all relaxed after the meal, Audrey announces, "Given our early departure, we should get home. Besides, Tim owes me at least one orgasm, and I'm not allowed to do it in front of you guys for another week."

I get up and give Audrey a big hug. "Have a great weekend with his folks. They are going to love you. And I need to hear all about the weekend Monday at lunch."

"You may have things to tell me, after this weekend," Audrey says, glancing back at Mary.

Alan heads off to the study for something as I start to clean up from dinner. Mary ferries plates in from the dining room and then helps me with the clean up.

After a few minutes, she asks, "Would you mind if I ask Alan to eat me out? You can watch, obviously. After all the talk of how good the two of them are, I have to try it for myself."

"Let's finish with the cleanup and then go find Alan. But no fucking. And don't get him off. I have plans for him tonight, too."

As we finish the dishes, I have another idea. "Let's give him a mini show first. Just follow my lead," I tell her.

I have never finished cleaning up so quickly.

We walk into the living room, and, in my sternest voice I can muster, I call into the study, "Alan, can you come here, we need you."

He hurries out, looking concerned. He finds us standing in the middle of the room and I tell him to sit on the couch. Once he is sitting, I turn and kiss Mary passionately. My hands start to massage her breasts through her thin halter. She reciprocates, rubbing mine through my blouse.

She begins to unbutton my blouse while I reach inside her halter to get direct access to her flesh. And her nipples, which I am now pinching. She has my blouse open and quickly has my bra push over my tits. She breaks off our kissing to start sucking on my nipples, one and then the other. I reach back and untie her halter top and remove the garment altogether.

I push her face away from my chest, freeing a path for my face to her nipples. She pauses everything for a moment and just moans. She resumes her assault on me by reaching down, and, after unzipping my jeans, slides them all the way off. She now reaches down and pushes my panty aside, allowing her hand free access to my sopping pussy. Access she uses with a single finger for now, exploring inside my slash.

It is my turn to pause to moan. But I am not to be outdone. I push her shorts down and find no panty under. I reach my hand into her pussy, finding her clit with my fingers. Soon we are back to kissing while we attack each other's privates with our hands. Before either of us is quite ready to cum, I stop and step back a half step from her.

"Mary has something she wants to ask you," I say.

"Will you lick my pussy? Make me cum? Please?" she pleads, with a real need in her voice.

Alan pats the sofa and she hurries over and sits where he had indicated. He gently turns her sideways and pushes her backwards so she is lying on the couch beside him. He turns and crouches on the couch and buries his face in her pussy. She moans loudly.

I move over to against the couch, one hand still in my crotch while the other releases his cock from his pants. As he licks Mary, I stroke his cock. And twiddle my clit. I am watching her closely. I would like to cum when she does.

He has started slowly with her, avoiding anything close to her clit. He doesn't want to end this too soon for her. Slowly, surely he circles in closer and closer. It is obvious when he reaches the center of his circles; she starts screaming, "YES YES YES, THAT'S IT. GOD DON'T STOP."

As she approaches her climax, I feel mine coming too. She is reduced to just a shrill shriek that continues for literal minutes, as my orgasm takes me and I recover, still watching. Alan never relents on his attention to her pussy; she seems to be having orgasm after orgasm. She finally reaches the end and just collapses.

"I think I came five or six times. I have never felt anything like that. Thank you so much," she manages to get out, panting more than talking.

"Can I hug both of you at once?" she asks.

Alan and I come towards her as she sits up. We start to hug, when I say, "Get that damned shirt off, Alan!"

He quickly loses the shirt as I shed my still dangling bra. We hug again, now feeling the bare skin of each of the other pressed against us. I have never done a naked group hug before; it is a wonderful thing.

I now tell Alan to lie down on the sofa. I am quickly atop him and plunge my hips down, impaling myself on his cock. I don't expect either of us to last long. We maintain a fever pitch for a few moments before he erupts into me. I am only slightly behind.

I slide off him and he sits up in the middle of the couch. He holds an arm out for me, and I snuggle against his right side. Once he has his arm around me, he holds an arm out for Mary, and she snuggles against his left. We sit for a few minutes, enjoying the togetherness.

Then I say, "Mary has never seen our video. Should we show it to her?"

Alan immediately pulls both arms from around us, grabs the remote and starts typing in until suddenly I appear on screen, in my school girl outfit. As we watch, his hands start to wander. Soon he is fondling a breast in each hand, but breasts from two different women.

I lean across Alan's chest and give Mary a kiss before I roll my face down into his lap and take his mostly limp dick in my mouth. As life returns to his cock, I feel his hand leave my breast and reach down around my ass, his fingers coming back up into my cunt. I assume he has made the same transition with her. From the sounds above my head, I think she is sucking on his nipple. Both of them are now quietly whimpering.

Once his manhood is ready for duty, I pull off his cock and stand up, encouraging Mary to do the same. I once again direct him onto his back and I clamber onto his abdomen. But now I get Mary to crouch over his face. I slowly lower myself onto his waiting pole while he starts to gently lick the edges of her pussy. I lean toward and kiss Mary, our hands soon finding the other's breasts.

Her renewed whimpering is becoming louder, more urgent as Alan's tongue finds her more sensitive places. He brings his hand and drives a finger into her cunt. She cries out, but my mouth swallows the sound, our lips still locked. Her sounds have morphed into low guttural moans. I recognize that she is about to climax, but neither Alan nor I are even close. He doesn't know her rhythms, how to bring her just to the edge of the precipice, but never too far until he is ready, as he would with me.

Rather than fight the inevitable, I intensify my work on her boobs, spending more time pinching the nipples, stretching them, rather than the gentle massaging I had been doing. Alan has come to the same realization; I can see his mouth start moving more quickly, his hand movements more fervent. She can no longer handle the additional stimulus; she breaks off our kiss, and leaning her head back. lets out a long moan. Her thighs clutch Alan's head. I can see her abdomen quivering as the orgasm rolls by. She moves her hands up onto my shoulders for stability. All too soon, she relaxes, releasing Alan's head. Alan removes his hand and is down to gentle soothing licks around the outside again, just as he started.

Watching her cum has made me more excited. I begin to rock back and forth with real purpose. I reach a hand down into my pussy, my fingers finding my clit. With this pace, I too do not last long and am soon moaning to my own orgasm, as my cunt squeezes Alan cock.

My rocking up and down on his cock, followed by my cunt's tight but loving embrace of it, brings him to the precipice. I push Mary back from his face and kiss him passionately as I pinch his nipples. This was the last piece he needed; he grunts and begins to pump my pussy full of his cum. I lay on him for a minute, kissing him again and again.

"I love you so much," I avow, deep emotion flowing from me, hugging him tightly.

I finally pick my head up and look at Mary, saying, "And thank you so much. That was wonderful."

"I think the wonder was largely mine," she says. "I have had more orgasms today than I have in the last month combined. But I missed the end of your movie."

Alan and I both laugh. "That's exactly what happened to me when we watched it the first time," I say.

"But your movie is amazingly well done. Better than almost any pro porn I have ever seen."

"Would you want to make a movie with us? How long are you staying?" Alan asks.

"Maybe next trip, dear," I say. That would definitely be a fun movie to make. And watch.

"I will have to think about that," she says, before continuing on, "I love watching the two of you together. There is so much love and so much unspoken communication between you."

"Are we going to put some clothes on or are we going full Audrey?" I ask.

"Please put at least something on," Alan says, almost pleading, "I'm shot for a while and the temptation of two beautiful naked ladies would be unbearable."

While Alan chooses just to pull his old clothes back on, I carry mine back to be washed and grab my kimono. Mary comes back out of her suite in an oversized tee shirt. Maybe the same one she wore on her last visit, the one that she was wearing when she originally flashed me.

This time, I claim Alan all to myself, as we snuggle on the couch and Mary is left in a chair by herself. We watch TV until we are tired enough for bed and say goodnight. We each get a big hug from Mary and I get a very affectionate kiss as well.

We get undressed and snuggle in bed and start to chat. "Did you know that was going to happen?" Alan asks me.

"Not exactly. Mary had flashed me the last day she was here and we have become good friends chatting since then. I knew there was sexual energy between us, but I thought it might just simmer, like with Audrey and me. But the conversation tonight got everyone pretty amped up. And the rules we defined at dinner allowed tonight. So I wasn't going to stop it. Are you okay with what happened?"

"On one hand, it was one of the most amazing sexual experiences I have had. Maybe the most. And after the last month, that's saying a lot. I enjoyed it immensely.

"But, it is weird. I felt guilty shutting Mary out at the end. I don't want to feel guilty for wanting to love only you. I worry, too. Is she building another fantasy life where we form a permanent bond with her, like she was hoping from Frank? I would love to have sexual access to her all the time, but I want our life to be about us. The two of us. Not Mary or Audrey or Tim or anyone else. I am selfish about you."

"I hadn't thought about it that way, but it makes sense. She is thinking of moving up here. If she does, we need definite boundaries between us as a couple and us as a three-some. I did have a pang when I pushed her off you, but I was too greedy at the moment to really care."

Alan replies, "I have one idea. Let's keep this room, our bedroom, to just us. Any sexual activity with anyone else, for either of us, happens in some other room. I mean that for even you and Audrey, should that now happen, which I assume it will."

"That seems like a good plan."

After a pause, I add, "That was nice what she said about us though. It felt good to hear it, especially after our rough patch."

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

I awaken to the smell of coffee wafting back into the bedroom. God I love waking up to a fresh pot of coffee. No symphony of sex, as we had the last weekend that Mary was up, with Frank that time. Or the last two Sundays, from Audrey and Tim. The sex has been hot and heavy for the last month at what Audrey calls the condo of sin, our condo.

I wrap my kimono around me. I am not stressed about it being super tight. I was intimate just last night with everyone who is here.

Mary is already up, in the same tee she wore last night. Sitting with her feet up on the chair, like she did for me last month. Alan does not seem to be as distracted by her pussy as he is by Audrey's. I have to agree, Audrey's pussy is especially beautiful and appealing.

I give Alan a hug and a kiss on my way to grab my cup of coffee. Cup in hand, I sit in my usual chair and find myself staring at her pussy again. I turn slightly, towards Alan, and ask, "What's the breakfast menu this morning?"

"Omelets, cinnamon buns as soon as they come out of the oven, and hash browns I am about to cook. And fresh fruit, of course. What do people want in their omelet? I have ham, cheddar, tomato, red bell pepper, and fresh mushroom today."

Alan is horrified when he can't have fresh fruit with his breakfast.

"Can I have some of all of it?" Mary asks.

"Of course. And I assume you want your usual, Lisa?"

I nod. It is a special form of luxury to just have people know what you want. Whether they are licking your pussy or cooking your omelet.

Over breakfast, I ask Mary if she had ever done a three-some before.

"Not with two women. But I did one with two men once. I liked that, too."

"I'm pretty sure neither of us have done either combination," I say.

Alan nods.

I continue, "It felt weird to push you off Alan last night, but I really needed to kiss him. It seemed to be what he needed to cum as well. Were you okay with that? Do we need to find some social niceties to handle things like this? Are there web sites that give guidance for this?"

Mary replies, "I don't know answers to any of those questions. But I understand that the two of you need to take priority over the three of us some times. If Frank and I had turned out differently, and we had let one of you in with us for a three-some, I would want priority with Frank. I am just grateful that you let me in at all. That really was wonderful."

I ask, "You can just not answer if you want or tell me later if you don't want to say anything in front of Alan, but how did you like Alan's pussy licking? Inquiring minds want to know."

"It was divine!" Mary squeals. "If I had Alan, I would make sure he had me up on the kitchen counter several times a day. And I am all ready for a discussion of the varietals of orgasms last night, thank you kindly."

I laugh at her quip, remembering our conversation last month.

"But were any of them chocolate or with a hint of cherry?" I ask.

We both start giggling. And Alan looks at us strangely. Then he shakes his head and eats a piece of cantaloupe.

Alan finally asks, "Do we have any plans for today?"

"Should we take a hike again?" she asks, "That was fun last time. And I won't have to worry about finding a good spot in the woods to give Frank a blow job this time."

"I can go for that. But first, if no one objects, I see a pussy I would like to lick," I say.

"I'm just going to watch this morning, but I will enjoy that," Alan answers.

Mary answers by pulling her tee up higher, fully exposing her privates, and spreading her legs.

I come around the table and push the chair back. I am not going to sit under the table to do this. I kneel on the floor in front of her, and for the first time in six years, I bury my face in a pussy. I try to do what I think Alan does and what seems like it would feel good to me. And I try to sense what she is enjoying.

I reach in with both hands and pull her lips apart, exposing the inner fruit. I lick wide circles around her clit, slowly spirally towards the goal. She has already grabbed the back of my head and is gently pushing my face into her crotch. And she is starting to whimper again. So soft, you are almost not sure you hear them. But each is begging, pleading for you to keep going, keep giving her more of this pleasure.

The whimpers have become low moans as I focus my attentions on her clit. I feel one hand leave the back of my head and then her tee rustles against me. I realize she is now rubbing her own breasts, pinching her own nipples. And her moans are becoming louder, more desperate.

I bring my hand up to her pussy and gently slide two fingers into her cunt. I am now alternating licking and sucking her clit, while I thrust my fingers in and out of her. Her hips are rocking uncontrollably now. Like a rider in a rodeo, I keep my face firmly planted in her bucking crotch.

Finally, she explodes, digging her finger nails into my scalp. She is shrieking as I keep licking, sucking and thrusting. Finally she slows and I mellow my attentions to match. When she has fully calmed down, I lick gently around her pussy for another minute or so before standing back up.

"God that was amazing!" she says. "Don't ask me to compare the two of you. You are different, but each wonderful."

"I felt I needed to practice somewhere before next week's show. Just being professional," I say, trying to maintain a straight face.

"Can I return the favor?" she asks.

"I thought you would never ask."

I walk around to the empty chair past her, giving Alan his best view of the upcoming event. I slouch in the chair, legs splayed and pull my kimono wide open.

She dives into my pussy. She mixes in some gentle love nips with the initial licking. It is an interesting feeling. I might ask Alan to try it sometime.

Now she is on my clit. God that feels good.

Alan stands up. He walks over to behind my chair, bends over me and gives me a kiss. Then he starts molesting my bare breasts while she continues to eat my pussy. I am in seventh heaven. It really is different having multiple people giving you pleasure at once. Everything one person does is synchronized, obviously part of a common plan. But now the two are just slightly off. It leaves each action in a bit of suspense, making the intensity of what happens just a little bit more.

And it feels like I am being pampered and spoiled. This is what day spas should be offering.

"Use some fingers, Mary" are the last coherent words I am able to utter. Soon I am limited to moans and groans. And then finally a loud shriek as I cum. Mary does a superb job of a calm down lick. And Alan bends down again and gives me a passionate kiss.

"I loved watching you cum," he says, "Usually I am too worried about pleasing you perfectly to be able to just enjoy your ecstasy. But this time, Mary could take care of you and I really could enjoy it. This could become addicting."

"Addicting for two of us," I say and the add, "Are you okay? I was thinking of going hiking as soon as Mary and I are dressed. But I can give you some relief now if it is going to bother you."

"I will be fine. I am still recovering from last night. But I will definitely be grumpy if there is no relief tonight."

"I am sure we can find some relief for you tonight," I say, "Can't we, Mary."

She pulls her tee all the way off and runs her hand across Alan's chest as she walks by, saying "I sure something will pop up." before heading into her suite.

I stand and turn, giving Alan a big hug. I can feel his boner pressing against me as we hug. I give him a look, making sure he is okay. He nods and heads into the study.

I clean up after breakfast, kimono still wide open, before heading back to the bedroom to get dressed. I figure I will take a shower after the hike. I change into a tee, sans bra, and a pair of shorts, with panty. I very rarely wear a tee without a bra anywhere out of the house, but hiking is relatively isolated and I am feeling especially sexy.

Mary made a similar choice for her apparel, although with her much smaller breasts, the lack of a bra is not as notable. I wonder if she has anything on under her shorts, which are much shorter than mine.

Alan immediately notices my choice of undergarment, or rather lack thereof, saying "Is this going be one of those Saturday nights with Mary here?"

"I will dress more properly for RIck's, don't worry."

"Who said I was worried. And Mike hasn't seen your boobs in a month."

We pick a loop trail that should take us about three and a half hours to complete, and is considered low traffic. True to form, we only see an occasional fellow hiker. This isolation lets Mary feel free to flash her boobs at us several times. Once I think she may have been spotted by a hiker coming around a bend at an opportune moment. Twice she drops her shorts and moons us. No, she is not wearing anything underneath. Right before we get off the trail, I turn and flash my boobs at the two of them. And a hiker who had caught up. Oh well.

When we get back to the condo, I claim first shower and head back to our suite, stripping in the bedroom before walking into the shower. I am enjoying my soak when Alan comes in and joins me.

"No real funny business,' he says, "I am still saving myself for tonight. But I would like some hugs. And maybe to grope some breasts while I'm in here."

We hug and wash each other and yes, he gropes my breasts more than a few times. But we both manage to get clean without anyone losing control.

I am stumped on what to wear. Almost all my clothes seem too frumpish for my mood. I need Audrey to take me shopping to buy a little more risqué wardrobe. I finally ask Alan, "Would it be too outrageous to wear my pink blouse without a bra?"

"It is a bit outrageous, but if you keep your buttons fastened, I think it stays below TOO outrageous."

So I go back to my pink blouse, no bra this time, short blue skirt and famous black panty. I may have to buy some more of these as well, I think.

Mary is wearing the same halter she wore to dinner last night and a very short skirt. Just before we leave the condo, she flips the front up, demonstrating that she is going commando, once again. Does she even own any panties?

We walk over to Rick's as usual. Along the way, I whisper into Alan's ear, "I want you to fuck Mary tonight, but don't cum in her -- that's still for me. I just don't want you to think it's the wine talking when I say it later."

I then briefly rub his crotch and give him a quick squeeze.

Mike is happy to see us, as usual, but seems very happy to see more of me than usual. He seats us at a four top along the back wall, near the corner. I let Alan take the far seat with his back to the wall, while I sit opposite him, with my back to the room, more or less hiding my otherwise visible boobs. Mary sits on the side of the table, facing the corner. The only table between us and the corner is a larger table that is empty as of yet.

We place our orders for food and wine uneventfully. As soon as the wine is poured and we are alone, Mary starts to tease Alan. She has her napkin draped to shield her lap from the rest of the restaurant. I can just barely see the show from my angle. Her skirt has a slit up the side and she has flipped it open on the side towards Alan. And she has rotated that leg outwards, opening up her crotch. She puts a hand in her pussy and spreads her lips, gently massaging the inside.

Alan is wholly transfixed. When the bruschetta is about to be delivered, Alan signals her and she flips her skirt back down again. Only for the show to start again, once the coast is clear. Alan is starting to squirm in his seat, trying to keep the tenting in his pants as inobvious as possible. The cloth napkin does help here.

She barely covers up in time for the delivery of our food. But once again, the show starts. She eats seductively, using only her left hand, her right reserved for her show with Alan. Alan looks up at me for help, but I respond by reaching up and pinching a nipple through my translucent blouse. A bus boy comes to refill our water, unnoticed, and gets an unexpected show. Mary quickly covers up, but the damage is done. He managed to miss my glass with some of his pour, his eyes elsewhere.

I laugh once he is gone. I say, "He is what, 17? How many nights will he jerk off to that image that is surely seared into his brain now."

"He was kind of cute. Maybe we can invite him over tonight?" Mary jokes.

I faux slap Mary on the shoulder, saying, "You are incorrigible."

But the mood is snapped and the shows are over. And Alan gets to eat his dinner in peace. And walk home without trying to cover a wet spot in his crotch.

A second bottle of wine and a good dessert has all three of us sated, in all but one way. We walk home in a friendly and happy mood, hip to hip as Alan has an arm around each of us. As we enter the condo, I whisper something to Mary and slip off into our master suite.

By the time I return, Mary has gotten Alan seated in a chair in the living room, with his shirt unbuttoned. I help her pull his pants and boxers down to his ankles and then shift to pulling his shirt up from behind and start to pull it off, but I stop with the shirt behind him and both sleeves pulled most the way off. His wrists are now caught on the cuffs. We suddenly tip the chair forward slightly, slide most of the shirt under the back legs. His arms are now effectively tied behind the chair.

"This shirt has tight cuffs. He is going to have a tough time getting out of that," I say, as much to him as Mary. I then produce the two neckties I had grabbed from the closet in our suite. We each tie a calf to a chair leg. We pull off his shoes and then his pants and boxers. We now have our man, naked and tied to a chair.

Mary and I crouch beside each other, just in front of his chair. We lean in together, each putting a tongue on a side at the base of his already rigid cock. We drag our tongues up his shaft in unison, almost completely wrapping it in our tongues. At the top, we both slide off and kiss each other, just above his penis's bulbous head.

I then lick the tip before momentarily wrapping my lips all the way around the shaft and giving one give trip up and down. Then I pull off and Mary follows suit, briefly tantalizing him. We take turns for a while as Alan is starting to whimper. I stay on longer, giving him several strokes up and down, while Mary licks any exposed underside of his cock.

I suddenly stop and we both step back. I know he was not going to last much longer, especially after all the visual stimulation he has had today.

I know his cock is aching with desire right now, but he cannot get any satisfaction for it. Not yet. We slowly strip in front of him, out of his reach. He wants to focus on both of us at once, but can't. He quickly looks back and forth. Once we are fully naked, we each begin to stroke our own wet pussies for a moment.

"Do you mind doing the honors, while I kiss my husband?" I ask Mary.

I step forward and let him lick my pussy juices off my fingers before moving in for a passionate kiss. Meanwhile, Mary has begun to demonstrate her expert level of fellatio. I know he will not last much longer. I continue kissing him passionately, holding his head with one hand while the other finds one of his nipples and begins caressing it.

I can feel him exploding as I continue kissing him, his hips thrusting, pumping his seed into Mary's mouth. Once he has finished, I break my kiss off and tell him I love him, Then I step back and give Mary a big kiss. I can taste Alan's cum in her mouth.

I step back and lie, my back on the floor, in front of Alan. Mary comes over and crouches over my face and bends down to bury her face in my pussy. We begin to pleasure each other, gently at first, but becoming more urgent. With all the teasing we have been doing, neither of us will last long, as her whimpering is getting louder and my moaning is getting more frantic.

I break first, shrieking into the night. And into her pussy, which I have never released. As soon as I am able, I resume my full attention to her needs and she has soon joined me, climaxing with a sharp moan.

After a moment, we get up and go back to Alan. I give Alan another passionate kiss, knowing that he will taste Mary's juices on me. I start to grab his cock and realize it needs a bit more attention to be ready for our next phase. So I slide down and take his flaccid organ in my mouth. That will almost always work to revitalize his member. And it works tonight. By the time Mary has him freed from the chair (and his shirt), his cock is ready for duty.

I get Mary on all fours, with Alan ready to fuck her from behind. I lay on my back just in front of her, so her tongue can get me started up again. Once Alan begins plunging into her cunt, she starts orally pleasing me.

Alan is using slow and deep strokes into her. Despite all the oral pleasure she has received, she has not had a penis inside her since she broke up with Frank. And she is enjoying the sensation again. Alan, having barely recovered from the blow job a short while ago, has significant stamina and can keep fucking her with little worry of violating the conditions of my offer. Mary, realizing she is close, reaches her hand back and helps herself to another orgasm.

Then she dives back into pleasing me with abandon. But the sensation of a new cunt grasping his cock has made Alan unsure how much longer he can last. He pulls out of her, leading to a disappointed sounding "Oooh" from her.

I encourage her to crawl over me, until my mouth can reach her pussy and Alan's cock can have access to mine. Soon, Alan is plunging in to me as I am licking Mary's pussy. I suspect Alan is rapt watching that action while enjoying the feeling of fucking me. As we all get closer to our release, I send two fingers of one hand to my clit and two from the other into her cunt.

I sense that Alan is getting close, so I intensify the efforts on the two clits I am pleasuring at once. I manage the timing almost perfectly, Alan cumming just before me, and Mary climaxing an instant after me. I guess I am getting a better sense of Mary as well, having licked her to three orgasms today.

We stand up and have another naked group hug. Still a great feeling. Especially when we are all coming off multiple orgasms.

"Would anybody like some coffee or tea?" Alan asks. "And I think tonight's dress code should stay nude."

"Can you make me a cocoa?" Mary asks.

"Never say no to a woman who just gave you a blow job, especially a great one, I always say," Alan says, "At least that should be my policy."



"You better not be getting too many blow jobs from other women!" I say, scolding him.

'I don't know, I could get used to being double serviced like this."

"I think we all could," I replied.

We sit around the kitchen table, naked, sipping our drinks and chatting.

Finally, I stand up, grab Alan's hand and say, "I think it's our bed time, goodnight."

Mary bounces up and gives us each a goodnight hug and kiss.

I curl around Alan's back as we fall asleep in our bed. When I wake up, I hear Alan clattering in the kitchen and the guest shower running. I guess she will be dressed for breakfast this morning instead of tempting me with pussy. I am not sure if I am disappointed or relieved.

I feel no such compunction towards modesty and just throw on my standard kimono, loosely tied.

Alan is just sliding something into the oven as I walk into the kitchen. I walk over to him and give him a big hug and a kiss.

"I love you."

"I love you."

Now it's time for my morning coffee. "What's in the oven," I ask Alan.

"I am trying a baked french toast. It's very different from normal french toast. I am making a vanilla sauce to go with it," he says, stirring something on the burner.

After a while, he says, "That was really wonderful last night. Did you plan that all out?"

"For the most part, yeah. Fro some of the parts we went ad hoc, but all of the major steps were pre-planned. I told Mary the plan when you were doing something in the study before we went to Rick's. That's how I knew I wanted you to fuck her last night. Just to be clear, that was not an open invitation to fuck anyone else, including Audrey. It was a one-time special dispensation. Although I did enjoy watching without the jealousy I was worried about."

"Well I didn't watch you with another guy, which is my concern. But I really did like watching you cum yesterday morning. And last night with her. And god was that hot watching you tongue her just in front of my face while I fucked you."

"I figured you were enjoying that view. And it was interesting fucking while eating her out."

"Yeah, it was when I did it Friday night. But I think we were more comfortable with the three-some last night."

"I certainly enjoyed it last night," Mary says, having just walked in the room. She is wearing a very conservative outfit for her, with a bra under her tee and full length jeans.

She sees me eyeing her outfit. "Even I don't like getting groped on the train," she explains.

Then she adds, "But my head sure doesn't appreciate last night. I drank much more wine than I usually do."

"Sit down, drink some coffee and I will grab you some Advil," I say. "Sounds like you already soaked in the shower."

"Thanks," she says, as she sits down. I pour her a cup of coffee and head back to grab the tablets.

She takes the pills and the three of us chat over breakfast. The baked french toast IS delicious and very different from what I think of as french toast. I guess Alan had it at one of his showcase breakfasts.

Mary is still thinking about moving up. She tells us she knows we need our space and not to worry. She hopes to have a new boyfriend sooner than later, so maybe this weekend was a one-off. She is feeling much better with the coffee, food and Advil in her.

I explain that I have to get showered and dressed before too long so I can go to my drawing class. Alan will drive her down to the station.

Mary says, "My only regret for the weekend is that I never managed to watch the end of your movie. But I do want to give you two a thank you gift for inviting me into your lives for this weekend. It was my best weekend ever. And my most orgasms ever, which might be related."

She walks around to our side of the table and gives us each a kiss. Then she reaches down and unzips Alan's fly and pulls out his cock, still mostly limp. She takes the penis in her mouth as it starts to grow. She reaches a hand over into my lap. I spread my legs a bit and she finds my pussy. Soon, she is engulfing his rigid member with her mouth as she teases my clit with her fingers.

But after a few minutes, just when it was getting interesting, she pulls off him and shifts over in front of me. She starts licking my pussy while she strokes his cock with her hand. A few minutes later, Alan and I are both getting very close. She swaps again, and almost immediately, Alan empties into her mouth. As soon as he has finished, she slides off and begins to lick my pussy again, his cum still hanging from the side of her mouth. I climax quickly as well and just sit there in my post-orgasmic bliss.

She kisses each of us before returning to her seat on the other side of the table. I could taste both of us in her kiss.

"I should get my shower. I bet Alan could set up our movie for you to watch in the study. And give you some privacy if you want to enjoy it."

"That would be nice."

Alan gets up to head for the study, followed by Mary, while I head for the shower. Alan will give her some discrete space, but I would bet that he will stay close enough to watch her. And she will want him to.

I soak in the shower for a while, relaxing and pondering this week as a whole and the weekend with Mary. This was a really good week, especially after the disaster of last week. Alan and I are becoming more comfortable again. And I liked being with her, with and without Alan. Will Audrey and I start an affair now? Is it even an affair if we both have permission?

I dry off and get dressed. Tee shirt and jeans, with bra today. I come out to the kitchen and see Mary coming out of the study. She is refastening her jeans. Alan is sitting on the edge of the chair with the best view into the study. He can be a perv.

"I've got to run to my class and it's almost time for Alan to run you to the station. Thanks so much for coming," I say to her.

She runs over and gives me a big hug. "Thanks for having me. I will NEVER forget this weekend, no matter what else happens in my life."

She kisses me passionately and rubs my butt sensually as we hug again.

"Drawing anything fun today?" she asks.

"We are taking a walk through the grounds, drawing trees and things. Our first live model is in two weeks. Audrey may be one of our models."

"I bet she is looking forward to that. I know I would be."

"Oh, I copied this over more neatly for you," she says, handing me a piece of paper.

A short list is written on it:

1. Anyone can veto anything.

2. Male-female penetrative sex only allowed with partner.

3. Cross relationship male-female sexual touch or oral allowed if group is present. Climax only with partner's permission.

4. Female-female sexual touch or oral allowed under all circumstances. Must describe to partner if he is not present. Either male partner can watch without the other present.

5. Any recording or photographs can only be shared with explicit permission of all persons portrayed and their partners.

I fold the list and toss it in my pocket for the moment.

"Bye, again," I say, as I head out the door.

Art class is fun but uneventful. I am starting to know most of the other eleven students -- three men, eight women. I think I am probably the best artist of the lot, more in line with the instructor, who draws along with us today.

I always liked drawing trees. The lines just flow. It feels so much more organic than anything man made. But of course, that's why the term is organic, I guess. I finish the afternoon with seven sketches, five of which I really like.

When I get home, Alan is in the kitchen working on dinner. "Nothing fancy, Barbecue chicken sandwiches, grilled plantains, and green beans." he says. His nothing fancy would put most people's best cooking to shame.

"Did you enjoy perving out watching Mary masturbate to our movie?" I ask him, yanking his chain.

He turns bright red, defensively saying, "I gave her plenty of space. If she wanted privacy, she could have shut the door!"

I laugh, and say, "I'm sure she wanted you to watch. I guess I could have complained, she should not be giving you shows without me present. It's in the rules!"

I pull the list out and set it on the kitchen table.

"How was art class?"

"Good. This was a really good idea by you. I am really enjoying doing the art itself. And I do feel better having other people I am around, although I don't think I have met anyone that I would invite over for dinner."

"What, afraid they won't show you their pussies?" he snipes back, retaliating for my earlier Peeping Tom accusation.

He has a point. Who is the last person I invited to the house who didn't show me her pussy?

It's nice being able to joke with him, feel comfortable with him again. I would still freak out if he grabbed me unexpectedly, but most of the scars have healed already. Much sooner than I had feared.

We have a relaxed dinner at the kitchen table as we chat about our upcoming weeks.

"I promised Audrey I would bring her some dinner tomorrow night and help her pack for a few hours. Do you want to come and help or do you want to use it for some extra work time?" I ask.

"I think I will work. Graham and I came up with a new project for me. Or really two. That's what dinner Thursday night was. I never had a chance to tell you about it.

"We want to build two more products using our new intelligent agent technology, both at least ready to be pre-announced just before our IPO. Both ideas are based on conversations you and I had. One is a wedding planner assistant. We have an AVP of marketing who is planning her own wedding now and knows several wedding planners we can partner with.

"The other is a travel agent, but an artificial one who is more knowledgeable than any human ever could be. It will be able to build a complete itinerary and book it, all specialized to your interests, tastes and budget. It can watch for discounts for you, maintain a bucket list, et cetera. Graham is already reaching out to some of the big travel sites to see if any want to partner with us on it. The buzz we were hoping for is starting, still just a murmur that Zardoz is about to unveil something big. We are in a really good position to look for partners."

"That's exciting. Maybe you can get free use of the wedding planner for Audrey and Tim. I was already working with her Thursday night to start the ball rolling."

I continue, "Oh, I am doing a night at her new apartment Thursday, helping her get it ready to live in. You are welcome to join us, but I figure you will want to work. Maybe we should plan on you working most Monday and Thursday evenings and I will spend time with Audrey."

"Should I be worried about what you are doing with Audrey those evenings? I think we agreed you don't have to wait until I travel, if you are willing to regale me with explicit tales of lesbian orgies."

"Well, I might have to get Mary back up here before we can count them officially as orgies..."

We both laugh. And then I add, "I was wondering what is going to happen there myself. It's not my goal of the get-togethers, but it might be an outcome. You're sure you don't mind?"

"I think our weekend just showed me that I can make out alright with you in a lesbian relationship."

"But remember, this won't be a three-some even if you get to watch sometimes. And fucking Mary last night was an exception I granted you."

We snuggle, watching TV after dinner until it was bed time.

I think we are going to sleep, which I am okay with tonight. But our snuggle ends up with Alan spooning me. As is often the case in this position, he soon finds his hands wandering, massaging and rubbing me. Soon that rubbing includes the erogenous zones and I feel something poking me from behind. I'm not really seeking an orgasm tonight -- I feel sated from the weekend already. But he seems to need more, so I lift my leg and guide him in. Soon he is roughly grabbing my tits from behind as his cock drives in and out of my pussy. The sensations are nice, but i let him finish in me without getting close to release myself.

"Are you alright," he asks.

"Yeah, it felt nice, but I didn't feel a need for an orgasm tonight. Remember, this is how you know I am not faking it the rest of the time. It's okay. I love you." I say as his withering cock slips back out of my pussy.

"I love you."

The last words I hear as I drift off to sleep with him curled around me, his arm around my tummy.