WhoreBnB

ADVISORY: This novella includes an awful lot of sex: one on one, threesomes, and foursomes. About half of the encounters are lesbian, some scenes include anal sex, and one features - admittedly very light - bondage and impact play. If those are not your things, then please find a different story to read (or skip over those bits and enjoy the rest).

WhoreBnB

by Emily Miller

— Chapter One : The Site —

Scott was browsing through photos. Photos of women, in various states of undress. Checking their bios, reading about what they liked to do, or rather, the services they offered. He realized he had been spending a lot of his spare time doing just this. Then he wanted to make the right choices.

The right choices? Hmm... what would his wife, Jackie, think about his choices? Well, Scott told himself, he hadn't volunteered to book their Summer vacation. Instead, Jackie had berated him for always leaving such matters to her. She'd said that it was definitely going to be Scott's turn this year. He was only doing as she had asked after all.

And he knew the other women wouldn't be a problem. Jackie was keen on other women, enjoying them herself, getting off on watching Scott with them, and - her favorite - threesomes. This had always been a part of their sex life, as far back as college, when Jackie and her best friend had made Scott's twentieth birthday super memorable.

But... this was different. Money would be involved. Would that be a bridge too far for Jackie?

Scott rehearsed his argument again. Neither of them were getting any younger. In their earlier years, their looks had been such that finding a willing partner to bring home was no big deal for either of them.

Then Jackie got pregnant. Both she and Scott were delighted, and they decided to pause their extramarital adventures. Instead they poured their souls into raising their beloved son. But he had left for college more than eight years ago, and was now well into his Ph. D.

They didn't talk so very much with him anymore. He had always been an intense person, and maybe a little different from other kids. Grad school and his project appeared to occupy every moment. Scott and Jackie told each other that, so long as he was happy, they were happy too. Parents can become accomplished at self-delusion in matters relating to their kids.

While both missed their son, his absence had given Scott and Jackie more time, and more opportunity. And, at least at first, they had come close to reliving old glories. But, with the unforgiving passing of years, the less than frequent stream had become an occasional trickle. And this year it had dried up altogether.

All this was true. Jackie couldn't argue with it. And Scott knew that her fires still burned. He burned a little himself sometimes. But the next step, paying a woman for her company? It might be a logical solution to their problems, but would Jackie agree?

Which was where Scott thought this site might come in. He'd seen an advertisement for it on PornHub. Scott and Jackie both used porn; sometimes together, sometimes individually. It wasn't a big deal. Anyway, the ad seemed intriguing. The web page which it led to even more so.

'What was the saying?' Scott thought. 'Kill two birds with one stone.' This was perfect. Select not just your dream vacation home, but also your dream vacation companion, or even companions.

Sure it wasn't cheap, but Scott and Jackie were wealthy. He still ran the successful software company that he had founded after college. Indeed, two of the largest tech companies had approached him in the last year, inquiring about a potential sale.

Meanwhile, Jackie had finally made partner at a prestigious law firm, the first woman to do so.

They could afford the good things in life. And looking at the photos on the site, there were some very good things available.

And then there was the site's name. It had made Scott laugh. He'd wondered briefly whether it was all a complicated parody. But no, it was real, and some genius had come up with the perfect domain.

WhoreBnB. com

Scott clicked through some more photos, very aware of the urgent pressure in the front of his pants.

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Having found the perfect place, a house facing The Atlantic in a more remote part of Cape Cod, Scott felt bold enough to broach the subject with his wife. He made sure that the address bar was hidden, and that the section displaying the women who could attend the property was offscreen. He needed to handle this in stages.

"Hey, Jackie! Want to see our vacation home? You can thank me later."

He heard Jackie's feet on the stairs. She entered the room that Scott used as a home office. As it was the weekend, she was dressed casually, wearing only a baggy white T-shirt. The weight of her breasts and the shape of her nipples were both obvious through the thin material as she moved. So was her naked ass, which peeped out as she leaned down to look at the screen.

Scott could seldom resist her, and today was no exception. He playfully slapped a butt cheek, still firm and rubbery despite Jackie's less than youthful years.

She didn't miss a beat, though. "I can't believe you actually booked something. It seems great. Can I take a closer look?"

Jackie went to take the mouse, but Scott picked it up, waving the index finger of his other hand in admonition. "In a minute, honey. But first, I want to make a suggestion, OK?"

Jackie widened her eyes, and put on a look of false horror. "OK, tell me the worst."

"Well, it's been a while. A while since we found a playmate..."

Jackie raised an eyebrow.

"Don't look like that, honey," said Scott. "You know I love you, it's just..."

"... just that fooling around with another person is a lot of fun," she interrupted. "Never said it wasn't."

"It's just, maybe we are both... well getting to the age where we maybe need to take a... different approach to finding playmates."

"Go on," said Jackie, a look of doubt on her face, with disapproval lurking just behind.

Scott took a breath before scrolling down. "Well this lovely property comes complete with one or more of these lovely women."

"They're hookers, right?" Jackie asked with a frown.

Scott knew that look, and what it could lead to. Still, he persisted. "Sit down, take a look. I'm... I'm sure you'll like what you see."

Jackie took his place in the leather chair. She perused several photos, then paused, looking at a relatively demure image of a young woman. She was wearing a cocktail dress - admittedly a very short cocktail dress - and her name was supposedly Candy. The caption said that she was twenty.

Jackie clicked on the photo and a gallery appeared. These new photos were anything but demure. In the final one, Candy looked smilingly into the camera, her legs spread and her labia parted, revealing an attractive inner pinkness.

Jackie maximized the last photo and stared at it for a while. Scott knew his wife and understood some of the thoughts that were most likely running through her head. Jackie shifted her position. She swallowed once, then again. Her breathing was more noticeable than normal.

'This is going to work,' thought Scott.

And then she stood up. "I don't know, I don't know at all. Let me... let me think about it. OK?"

"Sure, honey," Scott agreed soothingly. "Whatever you want, and nothing you are uncomfortable with."

A thought crossed Jackie's mind. "Wait. What you said earlier... Have you booked it already?"

"Relax," Scott assured her. "Only the house. Everything else is optional. Want me to send you the link, just to help your deliberations?"

When Jackie nodded, Scott was pretty sure that he knew what her eventual answer would be.

Jackie kissed the top of her husband's head. "I'm going to have a think... maybe lying down."

Scott sent the link. A few seconds later, Jackie replied to his email. "The site name, that's just hilarious."

Scott smiled. He'd give Jackie maybe twenty minutes, then go see if she wanted to talk more. He had a fine sense of smell, and - with his wife not wearing panties - her aroma had been very... distinctive. Distinctive enough that the pressure in his pants was back.

There was also a second girl who Scott quite liked. Her name was Charity. He clicked back and selected her gallery. As he flicked through the images, Scott massaged his increasing hardness. The final photo featured both Charity and Candy. The former was on her back, her mouth open wide as if in shock, her legs open even wider. The latter was on all fours above her. Candy was blatantly miming her intent to go down on Charity, while also wantonly displaying her waxed genitalia.

Checking his watch, Scott thought that it might be time to rejoin his wife.

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Entering their bedroom, Scott was greeted by the sight of Jackie's ass. She had discarded her shirt and was lying on her stomach, her head facing away from him. Her iPad sat precariously on a pillow, and she had one hand under her body.

"You masturbating, honey?" asked Scott, knowing full well the answer.

"What do you think?" came her breathless reply.

Looking more closely at the screen, Scott could see the very same photo of Candy and Charity that he had just been enjoying. "You have such great taste in women, honey," he laughed.

"Never mind that." Jackie lifted her hind quarters up onto her knees. Her ass wobbled invitingly as she continued to frantically rub her pussy. "You gonna fuck me, or what?" she asked with some exasperation.

Scott had already pulled off his polo shirt and dragged down his sweatpants, when his wife purred, "I want that big black cock, honey, and I want it now."

Scott grinned. It was their joke. While he was indeed above average in that department, it wasn't by much. Not that either Jackie, or any other woman, had ever complained. His half Somali heritage meant he looked every inch the 5,000m runner he had been at Brown; tall, and skinny as a rake.

But if black cock was what his wife wanted, that's what she would have. He knelt behind her, steadying himself with one hand on her jiggling butt. With the other, he rubbed his engorged tip up and down Jackie's dripping opening, lubricating himself before thrusting forward.

"Oh my fucking God!" exclaimed his wife.

Scott wondered - as always - if she was simply flattering him. But what guy doesn't like to hear those words during penetration?

Jackie's manual stimulation meant that she was as slick as if she'd squeezed a whole tube of lube inside, and Scott knew just how she liked it. Long, deep strokes, with the tempo increasing in line with her mounting pleasure.

"So, honey," he panted, still plowing his wife hard. "Which one you wanna fuck first?"

"Both!" Jackie screamed as her orgasm took her.

Scott could not contain his grin. This was going to be the best vacation ever.

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As he had told Jackie, Scott had already made a reservation, two weeks in July. But now he had to add their companions.

Jackie and he had spent some time looking at the available options. They had also determined that they definitely wanted two women. That gave them the flexibility to play separately, and also would allow Jackie to finally realize her lesbian threesome fantasy.

There were many beautiful choices, several of whom offered a very wide range of services. But the couple eventually came back to their initial idea of Candy and Charity.

Candy was a blonde. Her bio described her as bubbly. Mid-height, athletic-looking, but still with curves in all the right places. She cited blow jobs as her speciality.

Charity was apparently a year older, if you placed much store in such claims. She had red hair, and her pale skin was covered in light brown freckles. While still looking fit and toned, her breasts and ass were both more prominent than Candy's. It was not lost on either husband or wife that Charity somewhat resembled a younger Jackie.

As suggested by their joint photo, Candy and Charity could be booked as a pair, and were happy to provide lesbian shows for patrons. Both women's services were comparably comprehensive, and extended far beyond Scott and Jackie's usual kinks. Then, thought Scott, maybe he and Jackie could learn some new tricks.

There was a final, intriguing, option. The default, as one would expect, was the use of condoms for all sexual acts. But, for a considerable extra fee, guests could provide screening tests - the site mandated which clinics - and opt for their sessions to be bareback.

Jackie and Scott talked about it. While they had serious concerns, the redacted sample medical reports that the site provided were reassuring. It all seemed very professional. They decided to take the plunge, and Scott ticked the relevant boxes.

After Scott pressed 'submit' he got a message stating that while Candy and Charity were provisionally booked, their actual availability would be confirmed within a day. There was also an added disclaimer stating that there were sometimes unforeseen events, and that selecting backup options was advisable.

Jackie and Scott had already done this - there was a cute Latina called Angel, and a delicately pretty American Japanese woman called Kitty. Both were in their mid-twenties, and either would be fun to spend time with. Still, they both hoped that they would get their original selections.

Their confirmation had also unlocked a private gallery, providing links for each girl.

Jackie had been sitting next to Scott as they made their booking. Now she extended her arm to between his legs and was utterly unsurprised to find a pleasant hardness. "So, honey, you were pretty fucking obvious when you were checking the bios. You have ass-play on your mind, right?"

Scott grinned; his wife knew him well. "That OK with you, honey?"

"Yeah," she replied. "But maybe I need to remind you that it's on offer right here too. It's been a while, right?"

Scott opened his desk drawer and rummaged around until he found a bottle of lube. "Shall we go upstairs?"

"No, honey, you can fuck me right here over the desk. I want to look at the new photos."

Jackie stood and leaned forward, her forearms on the desk. Taking the mouse, she clicked on Charity's link, purring at what she saw. While there were no images of the young woman actually fucking, the uses she put her dildo to left little to the imagination.

As Jackie viewed photos of Charity sucking her toy or fucking herself, Scott pulled down his wife's PJ pants, then her panties. She shuffled her legs apart more, giving her husband better access.

Running his fingers across Jackie's smooth vulva, he felt moisture. A lot of moisture.

"No need for foreplay, honey. I'm ready," said his wife. "But don't forget my clit, OK?"

Scott pulled down his pants and boxers. Parting Jackie's butt cheeks, he dripped lube onto her asshole, rubbed it around her tight sphincter, then pushed a little inside her with a finger-tip.

"More, honey, please," Jackie encouraged.

Scott did as instructed, then drizzled fluid over his own length. Christ he was hard; this vacation idea was doing wonders for his blood flow.

"Not too deep too soon, honey," Jackie cautioned.

Scott was momentarily distracted by a photo of Charity pushing the toy into her ass. Then he did the same thing to his wife's tight hole, making sure to take it easy as she had asked. His hand found Jackie's pussy and started massaging her in a way he knew she loved. His efforts were rewarded by soft moans.

Scott was maybe half way in, rocking gently as he worked deeper, when an email pop-up appeared.

Your bareback request for Candy and Charity is confirmed. They are both dying to meet you!

"Give me all of it, right now!" Jackie demanded.

Scott was more than happy to comply.

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The day after the confirmation email, a second WhoreBnB message appeared in Scott's inbox. It provided information about the tests he and Jackie needed to take. Further down, there was also a link to a questionnaire that they were invited to complete. While neither mandatory nor binding, the intent was to give their hostesses some idea about clients' preferences, in order to better meet them.

Jackie happened to be working from home that day, so Scott called for her to join him. The web-page was comprehensive, listing pretty much any sexual act, or combination of acts, you might think of. There were also text boxes, where prospective visitors could provide additional information. Scott and Jackie agreed to put some effort into their responses.

Each page had an image of Candy or Charity, totally nude, their arms stretched out as if they were holding up the questionnaire for completion. It was a nice touch.

Half way through their joint work, Scott and Jackie decided they really needed a break. This consisted of Scott sitting on his office couch, while his wife bounced up and down on his lap until both had climaxed noisily.

Jackie didn't bother to clean up, and she helped herself to Scott's cum dripping out of her as the couple finished their 'homework assignment.'

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Scott sat on the type of uncomfortable chair that lab test centers seemed to specialize in. He'd never thought that providing blood samples could be arousing. Indeed, he had a needle phobia. But today he couldn't keep the purpose of their visit - Jackie was in an adjoining cubicle - out of his thoughts. When it came to taking penile swabs, he had to apologize to the technician.

Even behind her mask, the young woman was clearly smiling. "It's OK, Sir. It happens all the time."

Based on his current heightened state, a brief fantasy of the woman using her latex-clad hands to jerk him off crossed Scott's mind, making him throb.

When it was time for a urethral swab, his feelings were more of excitement than trepidation. He even wondered what sounding might be like for a few seconds.

Scott was brought back to reality by the technician's voice. "You OK, Sir? I'm all done."

"Sure," said Scott, feeling embarrassed.

As the woman left, tray and vials in hand, she looked back briefly. "Is that your wife, next door?"

Scott nodded.

"Maybe get her to help you with that," she suggested. "It would be a pity to waste it."

And then she was gone. Again a fantasy filled Scott's brain; Jackie going down on him in the clinic.

'Pull yourself together dude,' he thought, readjusting his pants.

Jackie was still in her cubicle when Scott emerged from his, so he went to the waiting room. She seemed to be taking a long time. When his wife finally appeared, fifteen minutes later, her face was flushed in a way that Scott knew could mean only one thing.

He stared at her, wide-eyed. "You... you didn't?"

She grinned and spoke in a hushed voice. "Who knew happy endings were one of the procedures here? Maybe we should head home and deal with that." Jackie looked pointedly at the bulge in Scott's chinos.

As Scott drove them home, Jackie gave him a very detailed account of just what she and her technician had got up to. As the garage door descended behind them, she said, "I have a client meeting scheduled, but maybe I could send my apologies."

The pair didn't even make it upstairs; instead fucking frantically like two lovesick teens on their living room floor.

After, Jackie rubbed some cream into Scott's rather abraded knees. "This vacation idea of yours seems like the best thing ever."

There was still a month to go, but Jackie was right. She and Scott had a good sex-life, but - as can happen with even the most compatible of couples - the spark had dwindled a little. Not now. Now the idea of their impending Cape Cod break had both so aroused that their love making was a daily thing, often twice daily.

A few days after their tests, Scott got an email from the site, confirming that all was fine. It also contained a link to what the text described as a welcome message from Candy and Charity. He so wanted to open it, but somehow contained himself until Jackie had finished her last client video conference of the day.

When his wife came to ask Scott what he wanted to do about their evening meal, he gestured for her to take a seat, then clicked on the link.

A video appeared. The women in it were both dressed, a slight disappointment maybe. However, Scott noticed that their photos had been pretty accurate. Sure, a little retouching, but both Candy and Charity were very, very pretty.

Candy spoke first, and she was indeed very bubbly. "Hi Scott and Jackie, I just wanted to say that Charity and I are so looking forward to July! Aren't we?"

"Uh-huh," added Charity. "And we are so pleased you went with the no condoms option. I just love spunk so much!"

"Me too," Candy giggled. "We just can't wait!"

Both women blew kisses for the camera, then kissed each other. They were still kissing as the screen faded to black.

Scott and Jackie sat there, saying nothing, simply absorbing what they had seen. Then Jackie stood, took Scott's hand, and practically dragged him to their bedroom.

The time passed, and the date of departure neared. Finally - their packing done - Scott and Jackie began the long drive to Massachusetts. Neither could really contain their excitement.

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— Chapter Two : Saturday —

Jackie was at the wheel when they finally reached the house. Getting across the bridge into Cape Cod had been a nightmare; it seemed that half of the East Coast was doing the same thing. But as they passed Brewster and Route 6 swung north to Orleans, the traffic thinned.

There was an entry gate at the property and Jackie lowered the window to press the button. A voice she recognized as Candy's came out of the speaker. "Hey, you guys must be so tired. Just pull up by the door. Me and Charity will sort out everything."

Jackie did as directed. The place was modern and large. As she and Scott stepped wearily out of their X7, the door to the house opened and first Candy, then Charity emerged.

Scott had fantasized about them being dressed in the type of lingerie featured on the site, but that would not have been much use for the tasks to which the two women now applied themselves. The shorts, tee-shirts, and sneakers they wore were a lot more practical.

Charity took Scott and Jackie's two smaller bags and ushered the pair into the house. The door led to an open plan living room. Charity indicated some couches, which Scott and Jackie gratefully sat upon. The table had a bottle of something sparkling in an ice bucket, along with four flutes, two already filled with bubbling, amber liquid. There were also water bottles, both still and sparkling, and glasses.

"If you'd like something else, iced tea, orange juice, or a coffee, I can get it," said Charity.

"This is just fine," replied Jackie. "Why not join us?"

"Sure. Would love to. But let's get your things inside first," their hostess said with a smile. "The pamphlets on the table provide more information, but just ask us. Ask us anything."

Scott and Jackie sipped their wine while they flipped through the brochures. Most of it was standard stuff; WiFi passwords, local restaurants, family doctors and so on. But the final section was entitled 'Guest Services.' The couple found this text very interesting indeed.

As they read, Candy and Charity came and went, bearing burdens. Both women seemed surprisingly strong, coping with the multiple cases easily. Soon the couple's luggage was arranged neatly in the living room.

"There is a service elevator," said Candy. "We'll bring them up after we have shown you your rooms."

Jackie thanked her, and again suggested that the two women join her and Scott. This time they both agreed.

Charity replenished the visitors' drinks before pouring wine for herself and Candy. Sitting down, she made a toast. "Here's to a fun two weeks," she said brightly.

All four stood and clinked their glasses before drinking from them.

"And..." said Candy, "we should have a more formal introduction."

With that, the girls approached their guests. Charity got onto Scott's lap, while Candy sat close to Jackie. There seemed to be some sort of plan in place, as both immediately began to kiss the new arrivals. Not chaste pecks, but full, open-mouthed, tongue-probing kisses.

At some signal, one that neither Jackie nor Scott had seen, Candy and Charity stood up. Each peeled off their T-shirt and dropped their shorts. While not really matching their sneakers, their lingerie was otherwise everything that Scott could have wished for.

Charity spoke. "We know you have had a tiring day. It's totally up to you. If you'd like to rest and recuperate, that's cool. But - and I want to stress this - Candy and I are available to you. Right now if you want, but also at any time, day or night. All we want is for you both to have a great time. Don't we, Candy?"

Her friend smiled and nodded, adding, "And don't be afraid to ask for anything you want. An-y-thing! We both provide all the services in the pamphlet, and - our secret, OK? - a few that aren't."

With that, Candy kissed Charity and both women turned to Scott and Jackie expectantly.

"Well?" asked Charity.

"Well?" Scott suddenly felt rather disoriented.

"Well... do you want to fuck us now? Or later? Or, can we put on a show for you while you unwind?" Charity inquired in a sweet and innocent voice.

Scott and Jackie looked at each other. Scott mouthed, 'Show?' to his wife with a slight shrug.

Jackie turned back to the girls. "We'd like a show, thank you. Here, or...?"

"We'll clear the table," said Candy. "It's made from safety glass, the site thinks of everything. Just sit back and enjoy. If you feel like getting undressed at any point, or like joining in, that's cool as well. Remember, anything you want. Absolutely anything."

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Candy and Charity took off their shoes and moved the drinks to one side. The table was large, almost a mini-stage, as if it had indeed been designed for exhibitions.

"Alexa, play mood music." Charity prompted.

Low, sultry sounds filled the room, and the two women began to slow dance. Charity's arms were on her friend's shoulders, Candy's hands were around the other girl's waist. They seemed to enjoy each other, to form a natural couple. Jackie wondered how much was professional and how much personal. Either way, the spectacle was arresting.

It became even more so as Candy slowly unclipped Charity's bra, then scrunched down on her haunches, dragging her hands down the other woman's torso, stopping when they reached the band of her thong. Candy first buried her face in Charity's crotch, visibly inhaling, then hooked her finger-tips into the elastic and pulled the lacy, black garment down. Candy revealed her counterpart slowly, lovingly. She placed a kiss on the other woman's trimmed mound as Charity stepped out of her panties.

Scott shifted restlessly in his seat. Jackie turned to him. "Don't you think you'd be happier with it out, honey?"

Candy had been suckling the now nude Charity's breasts. Both women turned to Scott and chorused, "Please take it out for us."

Taking her cue from the younger women, Jackie undid Scott's belt and unclipped the waistband of his cargo shorts, then slowly drew his zipper down. Rummaging inside, she found what she wanted.

Scott soon felt a little more comfortable physically, though far from it psychologically. The way Candy and Charity looked at his exposed member created a crazy mixture of extreme embarrassment and extreme arousal in him. The way he throbbed suggested the arousal was winning.

"Would you like us to..." asked Charity.

Scott almost screamed 'Yes,' before Jackie answered, "Focus on each other, darlings, leave him to me."

With that, she began to stroke her husband. Scott decided the best thing to do was to lie back and let her, while he enjoyed the show. With each downward motion, his trepidation seemed less and less relevant. He didn't exactly relax. It would be difficult to do that with your wife masturbating you in front of two gorgeous twenty-something women who were stripping and making out. But he managed to stop worrying and just went with the flow. After all, what was there not to like?

The music changed from lounge to cool jazz. A vibraphone and piano melded with clarinet and flute. A snare drum was brushed, and a blaring saxophone punctured the hypnagogic chords, which then simply reasserted themselves. All the while Bernstein-like fingers were being snapped, somewhere in the background.

"Audrey... Audrey's Dance," murmured Scott. He found it hard to speak coherently, given both the entertainment and what Jackie was doing to him.

"Uh-huh." Candy broke from Charity's embrace and began swaying to the music. She closed her eyes, her body moving as if in a dream. "It's just so fucking sexy," she sighed, "it makes me want to..."

Candy undid her bra, then slid her panties down her toned legs. Taking Charity's hand, she lay her friend down on the glass table, her young body mirrored in the surface. Candy next climbed on top of the other woman. As they kissed, Candy's hand found Charity's pussy and began to stroke it, then massage it more firmly. Charity squirmed, her lips still clamped tightly to Candy's.

"Don't they look nice together?" asked Jackie, upping the tempo of her masturbatory strokes for a few moments, then easing off as she felt her husband's muscles tense. "Not yet, honey," she whispered.

Scott was getting lost. He didn't know what he wanted more, the exquisite torture to go on, or for him to have blessed release.

"Alexa, repeat song," said Jackie. With her free hand, she began to unbutton her summer dress.

Candy broke from her lover and repositioned herself lower down. Looking directly at the couple on the couch, she theatrically licked her own lips, then started to lick Charity's lower pair. Her friend began to twitch and moan, pushing Candy's face harder against her body.

Whether it was simply theater or true, genuine arousal, the supine woman was soon yelping and arching her back. Candy gripped Charity's thighs, not allowing her over-stimulated, thrashing partner to evade her probing tongue.

Charity's yelps turned to a protracted, full-throated scream. Her eyes closed tightly, her pretty freckled features contorted with overwhelming emotion. If she was an actress, she was an Oscar-worthy one.

Jackie, her dress now open at the front, had upped the frequency with which she stimulated Scott, keeping pace with Charity's spiralling excitement. But just before the crucial moment she stopped, and instead squeezed her husband's root hard. Scott panted, but knew Jackie had something in mind.

His wife let Charity recover with eyes closed for a few seconds, then began to issue orders. "You two, over here, both kneeling. No, closer to each other. That's good. Honey, stand here in front of them, that's right."

Satisfied with the geometry, she told Scott to strip, which he did readily.

"Now girls, heads together, mouths open, tongues out. You two said you both love spunk. Well Scott here has a super power, don't you, honey? Especially if I've been edging him. Are you ready to find out what it is, girls?"

Candy and Charity nodded eagerly, their tongues poking out of gaping mouths, their eyes sparkling.

"OK, honey, make it a good one."

Jackie took Scott in hand and didn't hold back. Her forearm was a blur as she pushed her husband right up to the edge, then over it. Scott roared, letting the intensity of the unbearable tingling and pulsing course through him as he shot seemingly endless sticky white ribbons across both girls' faces and into their eager mouths.

Jackie smiled. "Enough cum for you both?" Her question was rhetorical.

Easing her dress off of her shoulders, Jackie undid her bra and pulled down her panties. Even in his heightened post-orgasmic state, the pungency of the soaked material made Scott quiver.

"Now, let me see you both clean each other up. Then we are going to play, while this old man recharges his battery."

Jackie and Scott were born only two weeks apart, but he wasn't going to make a fuss at the pejorative - though increasingly accurate - epithet. Instead, he slumped onto the sofa, breathing heavily, and settled in to watch Candy and Charity lick his semen off of each other.

When at last happy that the girls were clean, Jackie took them both by the hand, lifting them to their feet and pulling the pair with her upstairs.

"Have fun, honey," Scott called after them, getting an imperious wave from his wife in reply. She didn't bother to look around.

Scott lay back, put both hands to his face and breathed, "Wow!"

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Candy shut the door of the room behind her and lay against it. Jackie had already settled on the bed, lying back, her legs un-self-consciously splayed. Her client was clearly a woman who was very comfortable in her own skin.

Charity was sitting on the side of the bed, stroking the older woman's stomach while Jackie did the same to her auburn locks. Like this, both nude, the resemblance was inescapable. Thoughts of a mother and her daughter raced unbidden across Candy's brain.

Pushing them aside, she decided to go for a safer subject. "You look amazing. Particularly for a woman of your..." Candy stopped herself, thinking maybe this topic might not be so safe after all.

"Of my age you mean?" Jackie finished languidly. "Or do you mean having had a kid?"

Though Jackie's abdomen was taut - she had always been a gym bunny - it was also traced by a network of faint but slightly lustrous lines. Her breasts exhibited the same filigree reticulation, competing with her numerous freckles.

Jackie continued, "I think of myself as a Kintsugi vase. Do I repulse you?"

As a litigator, Jackie knew how to destabilize a witness, and her tone also suggested a deep lack of concern about what anyone else might think.

"No... I er..." Candy stuttered. Poise was an important part of her work, but the older woman had knocked her off balance.

"You look amazing too," said Jackie in a kind of dissociated way. "For a hooker that is."

This was too much for Candy. Client or not, she wasn't going to be talked to that way. "The term is sex worker," she snapped, her blue eyes flashing.

"Of course it is, sweetie. Prejudice is never cool, is it?" Jackie smirked. "Don't worry, I'm just fucking with you. And speaking of fucking..." She looked pointedly at her lower body, then turned to kiss Charity.

Feeling a little played, but also with a new respect for her client, Candy got onto the bed and began to work her lingual magic. At the first taste of Jackie's inviting wetness, she forgot their pseudo-quarrel and instead got lost in the arousing aroma and sweet-sour sapidity of the older woman.

An hour later, the three women lay together, recovering. Candy and Charity were either side of Jackie, with their heads on her soft breasts, her arms wrapped around each of them.

Rather sleepily, Candy said, "I meant to mention earlier, you got an upgrade. New customers, I guess. You qualify for booking two extra playmates for a day. One this week, one next. It's totally complimentary. So another girl, or..."

"I think I have all the man I need, sweetie. But thank you, I'll talk to Scott," replied Jackie.

"We have transgender options as well," added Charity. "If... if you like that sort of thing."

"I'll take it under advisement, thanks," said Jackie, ever the attorney. "But maybe we should go check on my husband. He's got a short refractory period, so you never know."

Not bothering to dress, the three women linked arms and went downstairs in search of Scott.

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When the trio returned to the living room, they were greeted by the flickering illumination of the wall-mounted, seventy-five inch TV. It was showing a scene of a young, blonde woman facing the camera, enthusiastically engaging in anal reverse cowgirl. There was something arresting in how she looked steadily into the viewer's eyes while she levered herself up and down. It was as if she was saying, 'You want to be doing this to me, don't you?'

Scott was still nude on the couch, enjoying the video, and clearly ready to play more.

Jackie was about to say something when Candy whispered in her ear, "Let me."

Leaving the other two to sit arms-linked on the adjoining couch, Candy stood in front of Scott. "Not blocking your view, am I?" she teased.

"Not at all." Scott ran his eyes down from Candy's face, past her pert, mid-sized breasts to her flawlessly hairless vulva. If anything, he grew harder.

"Do you think she looks a bit like me?" the blonde asked.

"You're prettier, angel," replied Scott.

"And I bet my ass is tighter too," Candy added with a sexy pout. "Shall we see?"

This comment left Scott speechless, his mouth wide open in surprise at Candy's directness.

"I'll take that as a yes," laughed Candy.

She skipped over to a console table, opened a drawer and pulled out a small bottle of lube. Holding it up, she said, "For your information, there is lube in every room, normally in the most obvious place. There are condoms too, but we won't be needing those."

Candy walked back to the couch, turned to face the TV, put her palms on the glass table, looked back at Scott, and tossed the bottle to him.

"Know what to do with this?" she purred.

Before an astonished Scott could say a thing, the noise of Jackie clapping in delight filled the room. "Go, Candy!" she said with glee. Then, turning to her husband, she added, "I want to see you fuck her ass. That's why you booked this vacation, right?"

Almost meekly, Scott flipped the lid and lubed Candy up. She smiled at the older woman, who nodded her approval. Charity got down to kneel between Jackie's legs and started to lick.

"All done," said Scott hoarsely.

Carefully, Candy clambered backward onto him, placing a foot on either thigh, using one hand to support herself. Reaching between her legs with the other, she gripped Scott, positioned him between her butt cheeks, and simply let gravity impale her balls-deep on his rigid member in one rapid downward movement. Candy gasped at the sweet intensity of the deep anal intrusion.

Scott yelled, "Oh sweet Jesus!"

Looking over at the other two, Candy saw Charity, in a world of her own, her face buried between Jackie's legs. The older woman pinched one of her own nipples and blew Candy a kiss.

Encouraged by Jackie's obvious enthusiasm, Candy gave in to her own love of sodomy. Moving herself up, she fell back onto Scott. He grunted as Candy bounced rhythmically on him, while also finding her clit and rubbing it as if she wanted to make a genie appear.

Twenty minutes later, Candy - who could feel Scott's voluminous cum dripping out of her gaping asshole - asked, "Will you be needing anything else?"

The satiated Jackie simply smiled serenely, while stroking the still kneeling Charity's hair like a favored pet.

Scott panted, "I... I just need to rest. That was... special."

Candy looked a little embarrassed, and it wasn't just due to the mess that Scott's pooling semen was making on the rug.. "Um... if it was, then you could give us a rating on the site. The pamphlet explains it, page eighteen, I think."

"Sure," replied Scott.

"It's just..." Given what they had just been doing, Candy was being strangely coy. "Just that it helps, helps me and Charity. It's totally optional, of course. You could also give feedback at the end of the stay, or none at all, but..."

"But it probably impacts how much the site pays you, right?" interjected Jackie.

"Yeah," said Charity. "No compulsion, but if you'd like to help us out."

"Us?" asked Jackie, her sharp legal brain instantly discerning Charity's meaning.

Charity blushed, but said nothing.

Candy was less shy. She took the other woman's hand. "Yeah, us. We're not meant to tell clients, but... as you pretty much guessed already."

Jackie stood and hugged the pair. "It was pretty obvious from how you danced together. It's not a problem; in fact it's kinda adorable. So no, we won't say anything to the site. But yes, of course you will have a five star rating before the night is done."

Candy mouthed, "Thank you." Charity kissed Jackie's cheek.

"Go get some rest," said Jackie. "We all need it."

"OK," smiled Charity warmly. "But, as Candy says, if you change your mind, we are always available 24 x 7, like in the brochure. Just message us, OK? Our numbers are on page one."

With that, the two couples retired to their respective room.

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The girls' accommodation was on the first floor, at the back of the house. They had two rooms, but obviously no need for the second one. While less salubrious than the client bedrooms, it was pretty nice. The site tried to look after its workers.

Closing the door, they collapsed side by side on their bed, lying on their backs and silently looking at the ceiling, hands clasped. They enjoyed just being together, and being quiet.

Eventually, Charity spoke. "It's nice when they are nice, right?"

"Well, I don't know that I've had anyone who was really objectionable," replied Candy thoughtfully. "I know you had that solo gig with the creepy guy."

"He wasn't so much creepy," said Charity. "More lonely. It was just weird him saying he loved me."

"What's so weird about falling in love with you?" Candy teased, tickling her partner.

"Stop it!" Charity objected. "I'm too tired."

"OK, Miss Boring," laughed Candy. "But I agree they are nice. They seem like good people. This should go smoothly."

As she was speaking, Candy's phone beeped. "We got the rating..." A second beep rang out. "... and the bonus!"

"How much is that now?" asked Charity, pushing herself up on an elbow.

Candy opened their bank app. "Not enough, but getting there. Not too many more weeks."

"There's the Pell grant, and the NHSC money, you must be almost there," said Charity.

"Yeah, I haven't heard back about state funding yet."

Candy paused, thinking for a few moments. She sounded more serious when she next spoke. "I don't know, it's so much money. There's both our student loans to pay. Just think what else we could do with it."

"And," she added sadly, "it's not like either of us can rely on parents."

Charity took Candy's hands in hers. "Sarah Johnson, you are going to medical school, and that big brain of yours is gonna mean you'll be the best surgeon in history. We're not discussing this, OK? I've made up my mind. Don't you know better than to argue with a redhead?"

Sarah embraced Jessica. "You're the best, you know that?"

With that, they snuggled up, and were soon both asleep.

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— Chapter Three : Sunday —

Sarah woke, the Summer sun streaming through the blinds. 'Fuck! What time was it?' she thought, rather panicked.

She shook Jess's arm. "Didn't you set an alarm? You normally set an alarm."

Jessica looked at her blearily. "Yeah, I did, go back to sleep."

"No you didn't." Sarah almost fell out of bed, reaching for her phone. "Look, it's nearly 10:30am," she said, holding the screen up.

"Fuck!" said Jess.

"Yeah," replied Sarah.

At least there were no messages, she consoled herself. Maybe Scott and Jackie had slept in too.

Getting dressed quickly, and feeling both kinda disheveled and a little gross, the two women left their room. Sarah and Jess were no more; Candy and Charity were now on duty.

On stepping out of their door, the two women were immediately met by the smell of breakfast being prepared. The girls looked at each other. No choice but to see what was happening.

The kitchen was large, with an L-shaped counter, an island, and a table that could easily fit eight. Scott was at the range, dressed in his PJs, metal spatula in hand. A chef's hat would not have looked out of place on his head. He turned and smiled at the girls as they entered.

Jackie was seated at the table, an empty plate in front of her, sipping from a coffee mug she held in both hands. A silk robe was wrapped around her, not so carefully, as the inner sides of each of her breasts were on display.

"We're so sorry," Charity apologized. "It's my fault, I forgot to set an alarm. Very unprofessional. What can we do to make things right?" She sounded almost distressed.

Scott was effusive. "It's OK. You each put a lot of... energy into last night. Jackie and I are both early risers. We thought we'd cook you breakfast as thanks for making us welcome, and... well..."

"And for being such charming hosts, is what my husband means," Jackie added with a half grin.

"We must look such a state," Charity groaned.

"Well, you do," Candy teased, sitting down and grabbing a slice of toast from the central pile.

"Such beautiful girls could never look a state," said Scott gallantly. "Who wants bacon? I've got regular or Canadian."

For a while, they focused on consumption, interspersed with a little light chatter. The vibe among them was congenial, almost like friends who'd met for a weekend at one couple's beach house.

Scott inquired, "The site said there was a private beach in walking distance, right?"

Nodding, Candy fought to swallow a large mouthful of eggs before answering, "Yeah, it's literally at the end of the back yard. Five minutes walk, but there is a golf cart as well, if..."

"I thought I didn't do too bad for an oldie last night," Scott cut in with mock indignation.

"I meant," Candy continued, winking at Jackie, "if we wanted to take lunch and some drinks with us."

Jackie's approving smile indicated that she appreciated the younger woman's ability to learn from missteps.

"You can sunbathe, or swim nude, if you like," Charity added. "The beach is screened by trees on both sides."

Candy grinned mischievously. "Or partake in other activities, if you don't mind a little sand."

Scott and Jackie took note of the options, exchanging a brief glance.

Chewing a last mouthful, Candy finally placed her fork on her plate. "I need a shower. Anyone want to join me?"

Scott and Jackie looked at each other again, and Jackie made a 'be my guest' gesture with her hand.

"Looks like it's me, angel," said Scott, with the type of wide smile that seems to be an exclusively African preserve.

"Scott cooked, so I'm going to clean up," said Jackie. "You can help me if you like, Charity."

"Of course," Charity replied.

"Is it me, or is it a little hot in here?" Jackie stood and discarded her robe, then began to tidy up, stark naked.

Candy took Scott's hand, with an eager, "Come on then." As they left, she could see Charity removing her tank top and gym shorts.

The rooms all had en suites, but the second floor also featured a large, walk-in shower room. Once inside, Candy also stripped, then twisted one of the showers on. There were three separate rain heads, with room enough to accommodate quite a few people if required.

Turning back to Scott, she said, "From experience, it takes a little while to get warm. Let me apologize properly for being late."

Getting her meaning, Scott peeled off his top. Candy was already kneeling before him and undoing the drawstring of his PJs. She had enjoyed Scott ass-fucking her the previous evening; he had a nice sized cock, and it felt good. Today, Candy intended to savor its taste, to take her time.

Tilting her head back, she gazed at Scott standing above her. "Would you like me to look at you with my big... blue... eyes as I go down on you?" Candy was hamming it up, but she knew guys loved that shit.

"Fuck, yeah!" replied Scott, validating her hypothesis.

Candy gripped Scott's root and steered him into her open mouth, her baby blues fixed on him, just as she had promised.

Scott recalled that Candy had listed blow jobs as her speciality, and she wasn't exaggerating. Jackie was pretty amazing in this area too, but what man could resist a gorgeous young blonde, who obviously took such pride in her considerable oral prowess?

As she began to slide him in and out, taking just a little more each time, Scott placed his hands softly on Candy's head and closed his eyes.

She was a terrible tease, several times bringing Scott close to sweet orgasmic oblivion, only to slow her speed and prolong his ecstasy.

Finally she popped off, smiling, her chin covered in saliva. "You wanna cum?" she teased.

Scott nodded.

"Then ask nicely," Candy giggled.

"Please, for the love of God, make me cum, my beautiful angel!"

"Yeah, that will do nicely." With that, Candy attacked Scott with such pace and ferocity that, in no more than half a minute, he was pumping his seed into her greedy throat.

"Second breakfast," grinned Candy, licking her lips. "If I'd had the presence of mind to remember the volume, I might have had one less slice of toast," she added, placing her hands on her abdomen.

Scott offered Candy a hand and lifted her to her feet. He kissed her forcibly, tasting his own ejecta in the young woman's mouth.

Breaking, he said, "You sure are special, young lady."

"You're not so bad yourself, old man," she replied.

Scott laughed heartily.

"Now about that shower?" Candy took Scott's hand and led him under the water.

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Back in the kitchen, the two redheads collected plates and cutlery, picked up coffee cups, and loaded the dishwasher. Each glanced sideways as they worked, appreciating the other's naked body.

When they were finished, Jackie said, "You really are such a pretty girl."

Charity blushed. "Thank you."

Maybe to cover her embarrassment, she made a suggestion. "So, you said in your questionnaire that you like to spank other women. I... well... I kinda like to be spanked. I get Candy to do that to me sometimes."

"That sounds divine." Jackie very obviously stroked the neatly clipped triangle of dark red covering her mound. "But first... elephant in the room. Your appearance."

"My appearance?" Charity questioned, a little nervously.

"Yeah, it was obvious immediately from your site photos that we are kinda age-adjusted doppelgängers."

Charity nodded, but said nothing.

"I just wanted to explain, OK?" Jackie continued. "It's not some weird mother daughter kink. I take it as a compliment that Scott was drawn to you. Can I blame him if he likes the idea of reenacting fucking the twenty year old me? Not really."

"So, you're OK with him... I guess fantasizing about me?" asked Charity. "What if... and he hasn't said anything... what if he asked to call me Jackie while we... you know?"

"That would be fine, you have my blessing," replied the older woman.

Charity was clearly engaged in some internal debate, finally asking what had been on her mind. "And you? Do you want to fuck the twenty year old you?"

Jackie grinned. "Maybe, but right now I want to spank the twenty year old me even more."

Charity's open mouth expressed mock horror. Still, she turned and put her forearms on the island countertop. Raising her heels, she put her weight on the balls of her feet, which resulted in her curvy, pale ass sticking out even more. "Can I rub my clit?" she asked, looking back over her shoulder.

"Sure." Jackie stood behind Charity, kissed each butt cheek, and ran her hands over her double's pliant flesh. "Ready?"

Charity nodded, her hand already between her legs. Jackie swung her arm back - not too far, but far enough - and let it connect hard with Charity's ass. Her butt rippled, making the young woman squeal in a way that Jackie found immensely appealing. A rough outline of a hand slowly formed on Charity's white skin.

"Again please," begged the hostess, rubbing herself harder and biting her bottom lip.

Jackie was more than happy to oblige. By the time she moved on to licking Charity from behind, her partner's ass was ruby red and the young woman had cum twice.

"So creamy," said Jackie as she enjoyed the after effects of Charity's fevered masturbation. "In fact, you are so creamy that I have an idea."

Charity gingerly stroked her traumatized butt cheeks, but still said, "OK."

Jackie led her by the hand up to the master bedroom. She ignored the squeals and laughs emanating from the adjacent shower room. Then, telling the younger woman to wait, she looked through one of her suitcases, soon holding up an item in triumph.

Charity clapped her hands in excitement. "A strap-on! Candy uses one on me too."

Jackie pulled the harness up her legs, buckling it tightly in place. Charity got onto the bed, her face buried in a pillow, her bright red ass sticking up.

Jackie climbed into position behind her and rubbed the tip of the large dildo up and down Charity's lubricated opening, making her moan.

"Good girl," purred Jackie.

With that she thrust decisively forward. Despite how wet the younger woman was, her tight walls provided a surprising amount of resistance. Jackie pushed harder, and Charity's shriek of pure pleasure was so loud that Scott and Candy, still dripping from their shower, rushed into the room, asking if everything was OK.

When they saw what was happening, both pulled up chairs and sat where they would have the perfect view. Candy grabbed Scott's hardening cock, while he massaged Candy's pussy. Together they watched as Jackie drove Charity to so many shuddering orgasms that everyone lost count.

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The group members took an hour or so of chill out time, each couple hanging out independently, not doing very much.

Then Jackie had said she too would like to check out the beach. In a period of frenzied activity, sandwiches were made, pasta salad assembled, and drinks collected from refrigerators. Thankfully, the bulky paraphernalia, such as chaise lounges and parasols, were stored in a shack just behind the beach.

They put the food and drink in the golf cart cargo box. Candy insisted on driving. Scott sat up front with her, while the other two women sat behind.

Candy wore just a tiny, white, string bikini, showing off her tanned skin, and athletic limbs. Charity's cobalt two piece was only slightly more modest, but - given her complexion - she also sported a pareo.

For similar reasons, Jackie wore a beach dress, but - intrigued by the idea of nude sunbathing - nothing else. Scott had on lime colored board shorts and a white T-shirt.

Candy's driving was rather fast and even more erratic. Scott and Jackie were glad the distance was minimal. Parking by the shack, Charity unlocked it, and soon they were lying on four recliners under two beach umbrellas.

After relaxing quietly in the summer sun for maybe thirty minutes, Jackie said she wanted to have a swim. Candy offered to join her.

As Jackie peeled off her dress, the younger woman undid her bikini. "There, both as nature intended." Laughing, the two nude women ran into the surf, Candy diving gracefully into the first wave.

Charity had been lying on the far left, Scott to the far right. She now got up and sat on the adjoining chaise lounge. Scott smiled at her, but also gave off a slight vibe of unease, one that Charity picked up.

"Do I make you uncomfortable?" she asked.

"No, not really," Scott denied.

Ignoring his reply, Charity ventured, "I assumed it was because I look like your wife. At least a bit, though our noses are quite different, and my eyes are green."

Scott said nothing, so the young woman pressed on. "I spoke to Jackie; she said that maybe I reminded you of her when she was young. Is that right?"

Scott nodded, still silent.

"And," Charity continued, "she said that's why you selected me. Well, she mentioned a fondness for anal sex as well, but..."

Scott sighed. "OK, yes, I admit it. The idea of, well, fucking someone just like how Jackie looked when we first met was... I don't know... exciting. Then... then I met you, and... well, you are so pretty. And you do remind me of her, but..." He trailed off as words seemed to fail him.

"But...?" encouraged Charity.

Scott took a deep breath. "But you aren't her. And... and I began to question myself. It began to feel... creepy maybe."

"So that's why you seem to prefer Candy and avoid me, right?" asked Charity. "I get it. She's so fucking sexy. But I was beginning to wonder if I had BO."

Her bad joke broke the ice, causing Scott to laugh loudly. "No, not BO. I... I have a kinda sensitive nose and... you... well you smell of... well, sex."

"I smell of pussy?" Charity gasped, unable to suppress her grin.

"No. Well yes, but..." Scott paused and clearly decided to start again. "I enjoy smell, it's a big thing for me. And... well, everyone has their own odor. Even when clean. And yes, for women, especially aroused women, that can include... intimate smells. But what I meant is... that I find your distinctive aroma sexy. Sexy as fuck, actually."

"I'll take that as a compliment then," smiled Charity.

"Good," replied Scott.

Shrieks drifted up the beach, from where Candy and Jackie were splashing each other.

"To answer your question, I've been kinda scared," Scott confessed.

"Scared? Of me?" Charity asked, puzzled.

"No. More of me. I... I sometimes get a little... well... anxious... anxious about all sorts of stuff. I'm maybe more scared of getting carried away with you. Of it not being... I dunno... respectful."

Charity had been listening in intent silence, but Scott's last sentence made her laugh. "Candy hates the word, but I'm happy to say I'm a hooker. We don't often get a lot of respect. What do you mean by respectful?"

"It's difficult to explain. It's twofold maybe: Respect for you being you and not just a Jackie clone. And... well maybe respect for Jackie herself. I... she likes to see me with other women, always has. Never been a big deal, it was just fun. But with you, I'm... well, I'm scared it might be more than just fun."

"Fuck!" Charity exclaimed. "Not another guy professing love for me!"

"What?" Scott looked befuddled.

"Never mind," replied Charity. "But listen, Jackie and I talked. She's... very smart."

Scott nodded in agreement.

Charity went on. "She said she knows why you chose me, and that she's cool with it. We even talked about you calling me 'Jackie' while we were... being intimate. She said she was fine, that it was a kind of a compliment."

Scott stared at Charity, but seemed unable to speak. So she continued, "I mean, if you really want to fuck me, that's kinda my job. And if you are worried about how you might react, well, there is only one way to find out. No point feeling anxious if there is actually nothing to worry about, right?"

"Are you trying to seduce me, Miss...? I don't even know your name."

"It's Kelly, Jes... Charity Kelly," she corrected herself. "We aren't meant to say."

Scott raised an eyebrow. Of course he'd assumed that the girls' names might be professional ones, but he didn't really mean to invade their privacy. "I'm sorry, I was just making a nervous joke. Charity is just fine, OK?"

"Deal," said Charity. "And yes, I am trying to seduce you. But... would it be weird if we maybe went back to the house?"

"No problem," said Scott. "But we had better tell the others."

Taking the lead, Charity yelled out to their companions, "We're going back to the house for a while, OK? Can we get you anything?"

"Wine!" Jackie shouted back. "And have fun!" She returned to being goofy in the waves with Candy.

"Come on then," Charity offered, taking Scott's hand. "Let's rip off the Band-Aid."

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Five minutes later, Charity typed in the entry code and they opened the kitchen door. "We can use the spare room down here. Neutral ground, maybe."

Scott agreed. There was a double bed, and as she partially closed the blinds, a soft pattern of alternating shadows and light fell across the room.

"Just relax." Charity dropped her pareo, put her arms around Scott's neck and kissed him. "Go with the flow," she added as she placed her hand on the front of Scott's board shorts.

She was pleased at what she found. "Leave it all to me," she soothed as she stepped back and removed both parts of her bikini.

"Your... your body, is amazing. And... yeah... it's really like hers... back, back in college," Scott stuttered.

"Hush," whispered Charity, putting a finger on Scott's lips.

The floor was wooden, so Charity grabbed a pillow for her knees. Scott had already pulled off his T-shirt, and Charity eased his shorts over his hips and down his legs.

"It's all OK," she assured him. With a provocative lick of her lips, she began to tug his cock. "I might not be as good as Candy, but I'm still pretty fucking good."

With that she took the rock hard Scott in her soft mouth, keeping eye contact with him as her partner had done only hours ago.

Two blow jobs, from two different young women, on the same day. 'This must be what heaven is like,' Scott thought.

But, unlike her girlfriend earlier, Charity had other things on her mind. As soon as Scott began to moan, she pulled back. "I want you to fuck me, Scott," she almost pleaded.

Heart racing, voice trembling, he responded, "Sure."

Charity kissed Scott deeply, her hands gripping the back of his head. She then lay down on the bed and beckoned him to her.

Feeling as if he were in a dream, Scott climbed on top of Charity, their skin brushing as he moved. They kissed again before Charity reached down to guide Scott to her opening, then inside.

Scott broke from Charity's lips and looked at her in astonishment. "You're... you're so tight! It's like a hand gripping me. It's... it's really amazing!"

"So I've been told," smiled Charity. "It's nice for me too. I can feel everything so intensely."

"You... I don't know how else to say it... you just have the perfect pussy. It's... maybe gorgeous is the word. Is that OK to say?"

Charity blushed, then gasped as Scott slid further in. "You're so smooth as well," he marveled. "Wow!"

"I'm happy for you, honey," came another female voice from behind.

Startling, Scott looked back to see Jackie standing in the doorway. "I... I.. I'm sorry. I..."

"Darling," Jackie chided him softly. "You're being rude to the poor girl. If her anatomy is really that special, then enjoy it."

With that, the older woman stepped into the room, put her hands around her husband's hips and began to move him back and forth. "That's it, honey, fuck the beautiful girl." Her voice was low, seductive. "Nice and smooth, fuck her deeper."

Jackie loosed her grip and Scott kept up the rhythm that she had established. His wife moved to the head of the bed to kiss Charity, then sat on the floor, her arms on the bed. She watched the pair intently.

"Close your eyes, honey. Keep fucking her, but listen to my voice," Jackie whispered.

Looking directly at Charity, she mouthed, 'It's OK.'

Turning back to Scott, Jackie started to speak as her husband rocked slowly in and out of the other woman. "Remember that first time?" A smile crept across Jackie's features. "We were both nineteen. And a little drunk. I asked you up to my room."

As Jackie spoke, Scott probed Charity more deeply. Charity wrapped her legs around his body and adjusted her pelvis, allowing him to go deeper still.

She soon felt warm stirrings, little rivulets of electricity rushing through her nerves. Her breathing deepened, and she bit her lip.

"I did a striptease for you," Jackie continued. "I had no fucking clue, but you seemed to like it. And... Do you recall? I went down on you. I wasn't a virgin, but I'd never done that before. You almost came right then. Then I said I wanted you inside me. But we had no condoms. So I checked my roommate's nightstand and bingo!"

Scott's tempo increased as his wife reminisced. Charity soon felt a surging, throbbing, overwhelming warmth spreading through her trembling body.

"You couldn't put the first one on right. So I did it for you with the second. And then..." Jackie moved closer to Scott's ear and stroked her husband's back as he plowed Charity with greater vigor. The young woman started to moan and writhe under him.

"I wanted you inside me so bad. And when you were, it felt so good, so right. I remember how you took your time, made sure my needs were met."

Scott was now pumping Charity hard, his eyes still shut tight as she arched upwards off the bed to meet his urgent thrusts. Her moans became deeper and louder.

"And I came. For the first time with another person, I came. I was so glad it was you. And then I told you there was no need to hold back."

Charity screamed, her face contorted in extreme passion as Scott's incessant pounding, along with Jackie's honeyed words, made her cum so very hard.

"And you didn't. You went kinda crazy on me. And I came again, as you held me so tight. I could feel your heart pounding and your body tensing. And then your throbbing and twitching as you released into me."

Scott's actions matched Jackie's words perfectly and he roared in ecstasy, his vocalizations mingling with Charity's as a second orgasm also swept over her.

Scott yelled just one word, "Jackie!" as he slumped onto Charity's body, utterly spent.

"And I knew then that you were the one. That I loved you," Jackie finished. She planted one soft kiss on her husband's head, a second on Charity's lips. Then she was gone, closing the door behind her.

His mouth right beside her ear, Scott sighed, "Thank you, Charity, that was... beautiful."

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Scott and Charity both needed a shower. But Candy was using the downstairs shower room, and Scott was too tired to contemplate ablution-related fun. Instead, they made for the communal second floor bathroom, the one where Candy had earlier entertained Scott.

This entailed walking through the kitchen. Jackie was sitting at the table, a bottle of wine in front of her, cradling a half-empty glass. Before either of them could say anything, she stood and embraced Scott and Charity, pulling them into a threeway huddle. "I don't want either of you making this weird, OK? You in particular, Scott. I'm fine."

Addressing her husband, she continued, "I kinda planned this, from when I first saw your eyes on stalks looking at Charity's photos. It's my present to you, OK?"

Now addressing the younger woman, she added, "And thank you, angel, for making it happen. You've made two people very happy, so don't get any funny ideas in your head!"

"If you two are fine, I'm fine." Charity smiled. "I'm here to make you happy."

"Don't worry, if I could give you ten stars for today, I'd do it," gushed Scott.

"OK, enough mushiness," said Jackie. "This was a one-time thing. Let's all just get back to enjoying the vacation and each other. Including," she winked at the hostess, "Charity's once in a generation vagina."

"Cool." Charity grinned. "In that case, if you don't need me for a while, I might just go and... check... on Candy."

While Charity went to meet her girlfriend, Jackie and Scott linked hands and together went upstairs, Jackie bringing the wine with her.

En route, Scott said, "I'll shower in a bit. Can you just hold me for a while? I think I'd really like to be held."

"Of course," his wife replied with a kiss, and they turned toward their bedroom.

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It was past 8pm and getting dark when Scott and Jackie again descended the stairs. The living room had been transformed in their absence. The lights were down low, with candles flickering in every available nook.

Awaiting them was Candy, dressed as a waitress, her hair scraped back into a ponytail. Scott noted that, far from being a Halloween-style costume, the young blonde would not have looked out of place in a fine restaurant.

"Dinner will be served in the dining room," she announced with a smile. Slightly breaking character, she added, "There is no menu. We normally arrange for a chef to come in, but this time Charity and I made something, OK?"

Jackie offered an indulgent smile. "I'm sure it will be lovely."

"Cool!" said Candy. "I mean, your table is this way."

Scott and Jackie took their seats at either side of a grand dining table, one long enough to accommodate a dozen people. Scott wondered if large groups booked the house, defraying the substantial costs between them.

Unbidden, an image came into his mind of Candy, on her knees, already covered in semen, in the middle of a group of jerking men. 'Too much porn,' he told himself. It also occurred to him that he hadn't included Charity in the tableau. He wondered what to think of the young redhead, with whom he had just shared such an emotional experience.

Candy poured them both a glass of wine, then said that she would be right back.

Scott and Jackie clinked glasses. "To our first time... all those years ago," said Scott.

"And to all the future ones," replied his wife.

Candy returned; placing plates, offering bread rolls, topping up glasses, then whizzing out of the room again. They hadn't seen Charity. Maybe she was busy preparing food. They could hear voices drifting out of the kitchen.

When Candy came back, she held a glass bottle containing what looked like vinaigrette in one hand, while expertly balancing two bowls in the other. Swiftly she placed the items in turn on the table.

"You've done this before," Scott noted.

"College job, had to pay the bills somehow," Candy replied. A frown suddenly replaced her smile. Maybe she thought she was offering too much personal information.

Then she was gone again. It was obvious to Scott and Jackie that they were about to eat the repurposed remnants of their lunchtime pasta, but neither made any comment, as it tasted just fine.

Ten minutes later, Candy topped up the couple's glasses again, then cleared their bowls.

"Compliments to the chef," said Scott.

"She has hidden depths, right?" replied Candy, on her way back to the kitchen. "Not just a super tight pussy."

Jackie wondered, with some amusement, at which restaurant Candy had learned her customer repartee.

The main course was freshly made. Local fish; fried and served with a tomato and capers sauce, along with sea asparagus and green beans on the side. Clearly, Charity could cook.

As Scott and Jackie began to eat, the chef appeared. She looked rather disheveled, with traces of tomato sauce on her forehead and daubed all over her apron. "Everything OK?"

"Perfect," replied Jackie. "Much like you. But have you made yourselves something to eat too?"

"We kinda ate while I was cooking," answered Charity, moving out of Candy's way as her girlfriend brought a new bottle of wine to the table. "We..."

Here she waited for Candy to come and stand next to her. They had obviously prepared a statement.

Charity went on, "We... me and Candy... we wanted to do something nice for you, because..."

"Because," continued Candy. "Because we both think you are nice. And no, this isn't some spiel we throw at all our visitors." The girls each lifted a hand and made one side of a rather asymmetric heart.

"That's sweet," said Jackie. "Want to join us for drinks later?"

"Sure!" Candy agreed. She looked rather critically at her girlfriend. 'But one of us might need another shower first."

"Then off you go," said Jackie. "Is there a final course?"

"Oh, yes," replied Charity.

"Well, go have your shower. We can take our time eating, then we can have dessert and drinks together. That's if you'd like," Jackie suggested.

The girls spoke in hushed tones, then replied jointly, "OK, see you in a while."

With that they withdrew, leaving Scott and Jackie to their fish entree.

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Scott and Jackie spoke idly while they ate, taking their time. The flavors were excellent, and the fish of the highest quality.

The main subjects of discussion were the vacation, their two lovely hostesses, and what they could all do together next. The last topic encompassed some traditional Cape Cod tourist activities, as well as some less customary ones.

As they finished, a head appeared around the dining room door. "All done?" asked Candy.

When Scott and Jackie confirmed that they were, Candy smiled. A smile that could almost have been a smirk. Her head disappeared, then the two women sashayed into the room. Each was wearing thigh highs, and killer stilettos. Charity now also had her hair scraped back in a ponytail. But there the resemblance ended.

Charity's upper body was squeezed into an emerald green corset, from which her ample breasts were almost spilling out. Her hose were fishnets of a matching hue. And she'd clearly forgotten to put on her panties.

Candy's more modest curves were hugged by a black PVC bodysuit, very tight fitting and crotchless, putting her tanned and smooth vulva on display. Her thigh highs were equally shiny.

Together they struck cat-walk poses, inspiring a round of applause from Scott and Jackie. It seemed appropriate.

Candy spoke first. "Dessert is chocolate ice cream, or vanilla ice cream. Sorry if that's not a very large choice."

Charity chimed in, "We also thought we'd show you some of our outfits. We have an extensive wardrobe. Fetishwear, like Candy's, classic lingerie like mine, and there are also many of the sorts of costumes you'd expect."

"You know, nurse, secretary, maid, school girl, the normal things," added Candy.

"And," Charity went on, "If you have any special requests...?"

"One guy wanted The Little Mermaid," Candy interjected with a shrug.

"Anyway," continued Charity. "We can get most items within a day or two. So just ask."

"Speaking of asking," smiled Candy. "Once again, we are always available to you. Another show, pairing up for one-on-one, or we could try a foursome. It's all up to you."

Charity went on. "But no pressure. If you want to just chill, that's fine too. It's totally your choice."

"Oh," Charity interjected as another thought had obviously occurred to her. "I forgot to say! There is a basement. It's fully equipped. I know from your questionnaire that's not really your thing. But we can at least give you a tour sometime."

With that, the two hostesses stood there, kinda expectantly.

Jackie just smiled, but Scott spoke up, his voice a little wobbly. "Not sure about the basement, maybe we can take a look tomorrow, like you say. But this evening, I was thinking, the big TV. I thought I read somewhere that we could make recordings."

"Sure," replied Candy. "You've signed the privacy clause. We have cameras, and we can also have a videographer come in with enough notice. You could have a memento of your stay. That's quite a popular thing to do."

She paused. "But..."

Jackie was suddenly interested. "But what?"

"Well," said Candy, "I know it probably sounds like it would be sexy. But in my experience, it's really not. It's either stressful or comedic. And, well, I never end up looking that good. I know, I'm a big narcissist. Of course, if that's what you want..."

"I think," replied Jackie, "that you're wise beyond your years. And that my dear husband has got 'Kid In A Candy Store' syndrome. Pun totally intended," she smiled.

Turning to Scott, she added, "If you really want to... then have fun. But, I still need to properly thank Charity for earlier. If you're not interested in watching, we can always go upstairs."

A slightly chastened Scott mumbled, "OK, maybe it was a bad idea."

Candy put a hand on his shoulder. "I could suck you while you watch them. Would that cheer you up?"

Scott decided that it probably would. A joint decision was reached to skip both the ice cream and the videoing, in favor of having some collective fun.

In a few minutes, Scott and Charity were in the living room, lying back on opposing couches, while Candy fellated and Jackie cunnilingued.

As if Candy's sexy outfit and her undoubted oral expertise were not enough, the sight of his wife's ass wobbling as she went down on her younger doppelgänger had Scott as hard as a hormone-infused teenager.

Candy, who was as good at picking up on people's moods as she was at giving head, pulled back. Kneeling up, she whispered into Scott's ear, "Go fuck your wife, I know you want to."

Thinking that the young woman was special in so many ways, Scott smiled and nodded his thanks. Getting up, he positioned himself behind Jackie and put his 'youthful' rigidity to its intended purpose. Jackie's groans were muffled, but still more than audible.

Not wanting to be left out, Candy climbed agilely onto the couch and lowered her pussy to Charity's face and waiting tongue. In an inexplicable way, the group somehow shared the orgasms that rolled through each of them individually, ending with an ecstatic Scott flooding Jackie's quivering body with his warm semen.

"Who the fuck needs cameras anyway?" Scott said breathlessly.

The interlocked foursome untangled themselves, laughing and smiling, exchanging kisses, and enjoying what had become a very natural, very easy closeness.

Both girls discarded their play clothes, joining Scott and Jackie in their nudity. Charity went and retrieved the opened bottle of wine from the dining room, while Candy got an unopened one from the kitchen. The four of them sat, drinking, and chatting about inconsequential matters for a while.

"What would you like to do tomorrow?" Charity asked Scott and Jackie.

"Angel, I'm too tired to think," yawned Jackie. "Let's figure it out in the morning."

"That's fine, of course, but the chef needs notice." Charity persisted. "Did you want us to book him for Monday evening?"

Jackie replied, "I'd actually like to return the compliment and cook for you two tomorrow. But how about Tuesday?"

"For two?" inquired the hostess.

"For four," said Jackie. "We'd be delighted if you could join us. Assuming you don't want some downtime, that is."

"That would be lovely," replied Candy.

The conversation turned to other matters for a while. But everyone was tired, and, soon enough, the two couples headed to their respective bedrooms; there had been more than enough play for one day.

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— Chapter Four : Monday —

Candy and Charity made sure that they were up early the next day. When Scott and Jackie came down, they found coffee, juice, and food waiting for them. The two girls got their guests to sit, then buzzed around, pouring and serving.

Candy wore gray sweat shorts and a white, close fitting T shirt. Her lack of a bra was pretty obvious. Perhaps a calculated touch, thought Scott, maybe just indicating how comfortable she felt around him and his wife.

But it was Charity to whom Scott's eyes were drawn. In many ways, her outfit was more demure. Pink and gray plaid PJ pants, with a matching pink tank top, worn over a soft-looking bra. The top itself bore a white cartoon cat with a bow in her fur, and 'ハロー・キティ' emblazoned below it.

Her red hair was piled up messily on the top of her head, secured with what looked like a chopstick. Scott realized that, even at breakfast, he'd always seen Charity wearing at least some make-up. Not today. Today, despite her womanly curves, the combination of her attire and her unadorned freckled face made Charity look impossibly young. Worryingly young to Scott's mind. He felt a lump in his throat.

Unaware of her husband's consternation, Jackie pulled her robe tighter. "Is it chilly in here?"

"You haven't been very lucky with the weather," Charity answered, a wide and youthful smile on her face. "There's a front coming through. Tomorrow is going to be wet and stormy."

"Yeah, today sure is cold," Candy interjected, looking down at her nipples pushing through the thin cotton with a grin.

'Calculated,' thought Scott, glad to have something else to focus on.

"Too cold for the beach," Charity continued. "Did you want me to put the heating on?" As she spoke, she pulled on a hoodie, much to Scott's relief.

"Yeah, I think so," replied Jackie. "And maybe we can figure out our day over breakfast."

Candy was looking at her phone. "It's windy this morning, with a chance of showers. But the afternoon is meant to be dry, if not exactly warm. We could go out then. Maybe a walk, or something?"

"I wouldn't mind a walk," said Scott, "and it will help us work up an appetite for Jackie's meal, right?"

"I'll send you some options," replied Candy. "You can take a look over breakfast."

"And before lunch...?" drawled Jackie.

"Well there is the basement," Charity reminded. "You should at least take a look. It's not all hard core stuff."

"But that won't take long," Scott noted.

"Depends how... inspired you are by the tour, I guess," grinned Candy. "I've sent you both some info on the walks, by the way."

With that, the young blonde went back to her food. For someone in as great shape as she was, Candy sure ate a lot. Candy picked up on Scott staring at her as she helped herself to yet more eggs. "High metabolic rate," she said, "and lots of energetic sex!"

"I thought it was your cum-rich diet," teased Charity, who ducked as her girlfriend threw a piece of toast at her.

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After they finished breakfast, Candy said, "Meet you in the living room in thirty for the grand tour."

The two couples departed for their respective rooms to wash and change. When Scott and Jackie came back down, there was at first no sign of the other two.

But it appeared that they had been lying in wait, as both now stepped into the room, heads held high, ponytails swishing, and balanced on suicidally high heels. Charity wore the shiny black bodysuit from Sunday, now accompanied by matching thigh high boots. She had a thick, leather collar around her neck, with a metal ring hanging at the front.

Charity was her twin but in red PVC, although her suit was doing a worse job of containing her more ample breasts. It seemed like the zipper wouldn't fully close and instead sat just below them, creating an attractive cleavage. She too was collared, and wore boots that matched her bodysuit.

Candy's smooth, hairless vulva and Charity's trimmed red triangle both peeped through their crotchless garments.

The girls had gone for striking, almost devilish make-up, with dramatic black cat eyes and shiny scarlet lip gloss. Scott was happy that Charity now looked closer to what the site claimed was her age.

"Don't you two look perfect," said Jackie, clapping her hands together. "Lead on."

Candy and Charity teetered to the door beside the stairs and Candy opened it, flipping on a light. Negotiating the steps was not a trivial exercise for them, given their footwear, but there was at least a handrail.

The basement was fully finished, the top third above ground. The windows were curtained and the recessed lighting dimmed.

There were several padded benches, their backrests at various angles. Scott's first impression was of gym weight machines. But those seldom have integral wrist and ankle cuffs.

Against one side wall stood a couple of wooden apparatuses, looking positively medieval. Scott didn't know the actual names, but could guess where arms, or legs, or necks were meant to be placed.

From the opposing wall hung a dizzying array of implements. Again Scott was not a connoisseur, but the general purpose was clear; variants on whips and straps, gags, and hoods. His eyes widened as he made out a selection of strap-ons, each one larger than the previous. There were also some electrical devices, whose function he couldn't discern. The place smelled of leather, calling to mind a tack room.

The girls stood to either side of the central bench, each with one hand on it, the other on their hip, and a leg bent. They could have been showing off a new car model. The young women looked back at Scott and Jackie smiling.

"Very... impressive," said Jackie.

"You... like... use all this stuff?" asked Scott, slightly bewildered.

"Yeah," replied Charity, the customary sweetness in her voice at variance to the information she was imparting. "Most of it anyway. But we're not the only people who entertain here. I wouldn't know where to start with electro-stimulation."

"And do you, like, get tied up? Or do you...?" continued Scott.

"Both," Candy responded brightly. "We switch, whatever the client wants."

Scott shook his head. "It's all a bit of a mystery to me. I mean it's kinda hot when Jackie spanks a playmate, but that's as far as it goes. And it's more her thing."

"Yes it is," Jackie agreed, some thought obviously running through her mind.

"You mean you never fucked someone when they were tied up?" asked Candy, her incredulity now matching Scott's earlier disbelief.

He shook his head.

"Want to?" inquired Candy.

"Um..." Scott looked around apprehensively. "To be honest, I find it a bit... claustrophobic in here. I think I've seen enough. If you three want to continue the tour...." He put a hand to his head, feeling slightly dizzy.

"Hey!" Jackie took his arm. "You OK?"

"Yeah," her husband replied, "I just need some air, and light."

Candy stepped forward. "If you want to see more," she told Jackie, "I'll look after him."

Jackie let go of Scott and Candy helped him up the stairs.

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Back in the living room, Scott breathed deeply. "Sorry, confined spaces bother me sometimes."

"I guess that was kinda overwhelming," said Candy. "Come and lie down in the back, I'll get you some water."

The hostess took Scott to the spare room and lay him down. "Back in a second," she said.

Scott closed his eyes. He kept them closed even when the door mechanism clicked again, and Candy's heels clip-clopped on the floor. He heard the clink of a glass on the nightstand, followed by the sounds of unzipping and rustling. And then Candy snuggled next to him. Opening his eyes, Scott saw she was nude.

The young blonde cradled Scott for a while. "Feeling better?" she whispered, her hand straying to the front of his pants.

"You're incorrigible, Candy, you know that? And yeah," replied Scott.

"I know," said Candy, grinning and unzipping. She undid the button of Scott's pants and pulled both them and his shorts down. Her hand gripped their swelling contents. "Nothing a nice blow job can't sort out, right?"

It was indeed a nice blow job. Scott reflected that he would miss Candy's oral excellence immensely. Then maybe they could book her again. And maybe Charity as well, he thought less certainly. Then all he could think about was the magic that the enthusiastic hostess was working on him.

Just as Scott was getting totally lost and close to surrendering to his surging tingling, Candy lifted her blonde head. Her face was flushed from the exertion of taking her partner so deeply. "So... wanna tie me?" she grinned, her expression daring Scott to refuse her.

"Sure... if you want me to," he replied, rather less enthusiastically.

"I do," said Candy, "but all that heavy stuff is a bit too much for you, right?"

Scott nodded, wondering what she had in mind.

"Get undressed," she instructed. "Let me find something."

With that, Candy went and opened the bottom drawer of a dresser and began to search through it.

"Aha!" She held up a pair of scissors in triumph, along with something red and circular. "Maybe more your speed."

Scott looked at her uncomprehendingly.

"It's just ribbon," Candy smiled. "You can't be scared of a little ribbon, right?"

"I guess not," Scott replied. "But how...?"

Candy walked back to the bed and pointed to the frame. Metal eyelets ran along its bottom edge. "They are all like this. Take a look in your room later. You tie one end to me, and the other end to these."

Candy undid a length of ribbon and trailed it provocatively between her breasts. "Then you cut it, and tie the next bit. Or..." A new thought occurred to her. "You could tie my wrists to my ankles, that might be nice."

Scott seemed to be in a trance. Candy lay on her back on the bed, and reached to grab her ankles. Looking between her legs at Scott, she said, "Just think what you could do with me like this?"

She gestured with her eyes to where the spool of ribbon lay. Still in something of a dream, Scott picked it up, and began to wind the red fabric around Candy's limbs, snipping when the first side was tied, and again with the second.

"Oh!" she said, shivering, "I always get so excited when being bound."

Scott stepped back and surveyed his work. "Nice bows," said Candy. She jiggled her limbs. "Hmm... a bit too much movement maybe. Perhaps if you bound my elbows to my knees...?"

Scott did as instructed, now on autopilot. But - based on how stiff he was, and the little twitches that frequently ran through his length - it was more than evident to Candy that Scott was having an OK time.

As he tried to bind her left side, Scott ended up standing in a convenient place, and Candy twisted sideways to have a quick suck. "Oh! You're dribbling so much," she squealed.

"Is... is that better?" Scott asked, his heart thumping along with his now aching cock.

Candy jiggled again. "Much, thank you. But..."

"But what, angel?" asked Scott, eager to please.

"Well..." said Candy, as innocently as anyone could manage when both naked and tied up, "I really don't want to disturb the others. Maybe if you used the ribbon to... well... gag me? Just a little bit..."

"They won't be able to hear anything down there," protested Scott.

"Oh," replied Candy in the same angelic tone of voice, "if you don't want to play nicely..."

"OK, OK," said Scott, winding another length twice around Candy's head, making sure it sat in her open mouth.

"Rats budder," mumbled Candy indistinctly. "Oo ginna ruck ee ow?"

Scott didn't need to be asked twice, but he still made time to put his face between the young woman's tied legs. Breathing in deeply through his nose, the level of her arousal was obvious to him. Scott grabbed one of Candy's thighs and steered himself into her well-lubricated vagina. Then he began to eagerly explore her inner depths.

Truth be told, the ribbon did little to suppress the young woman's delighted shrieks and ardent moans, as Scott's excitement got the better of him and he frenziedly fucked his restrained lover.

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"I hope Scott is OK," said Charity with genuine concern.

"He will be fine," replied his wife. "It's all in his head. He's a super smart guy, I wouldn't have married him otherwise. But he can get a bee in his bonnet about something, and it..."

She stopped and looked at Charity, clearly wondering how much to say. Charity quietly returned the older woman's gaze, a sympathetic smile on her face, and something about her demeanor made Jackie feel that it was OK to open up.

"Like a lot of smart people, Scott can quickly see twenty things wrong in any situation. It's a talent, but it can... just lead to some strange ideas. And..." Jackie lowered her voice further. "And he can sometimes get kinda depressed or anxious about some alternative version of reality that he's spun for himself."

Jackie looked more emotional than Charity had ever seen her, maybe even - though she would never have previously thought to associate the word with her - vulnerable.

Charity reached out and took the older woman's arm. "Thank you for trusting me. I'll do the same. Candy can get like that too. The curse of a big brain, right? She should be dumb as fuck like me."

Jackie hugged the hostess. "You're far from dumb, angel."

It was Charity's turn to be hesitant. "I think... I think Scott has got - what did you call it? - a strange idea about me."

"Maybe," said Jackie. "But look at us! We're meant to be having a good time, not being maudlin. Why not show me some... er... things?" She waved in the general direction of the rows of neatly hung tools. "Which one is your favorite?"

Charity laughed. "I don't think I have a favorite. But if you mean, which one would I like you to use on me? Then maybe this is a good starting point."

She held up something which looked somewhat like a frayed, black rope, multiple leather strands hanging down from a six inch handle. "It's called a flogger. It's a good choice for a beginner."

"Yes, but, I'd like to understand the restraints," said Jackie. "I don't want to have you stuck in something, and then have to call for help."

"OK," said Charity. "These cuffs are kinda basic. No locks, just buckles. You put it around a wrist like this, and then fasten it like this." With an air of practice, Charity attached the wrist cuff one handed.

"I see, but that looked a little... complicated," said Jackie. "Could you maybe put it on me, I think I'd learn better that way."

"Sure," replied Charity. "Take a seat, and then lie back."

"OK," said her companion, "but... might it not be more... realistic if I... strip first?"

What was going on finally dawned on Charity. "Oh... you mean... right." Feeling a little flustered, but starting to play along, the younger woman continued, "Yes, yes, that would be more... realistic, of course."

As Jackie undressed and got into position on the bench, the older woman blushed, something Charity had not seen her do before. The bench she had selected had a narrow side section for each leg, forming a 'Y' with the thicker upper half. Once Charity had buckled Jackie's legs, they were held wide open.

"That's good," said Charity, adapting to the novel situation. She bent and placed a kiss on Jackie's neatly landscaped mons. "Now reach back past your head with your arms."

Jackie complied, and Charity cuffed her. The older woman was now secured.

"Demonstration over," said Charity, "shall I let you out?"

Before Jackie could answer, the hostess flicked her wrist and the flogger landed across the bound woman's stomach. Jackie yelled and struggled in her restraints.

"I'm sorry," said Charity, "I didn't hear your answer."

"I..." began Jackie, before Charity flogged her right inner thigh, provoking a shriek.

"Did you want me to undo you?" inquired Charity, swishing the flogger in the air.

"No," whispered Jackie. "Ow!" The third blow struck her other thigh.

"I can't hear you," said Charity.

"No!" the older woman cried out, despite the corners of her eyes moistening.

Swish! Crack!

"No, what?" demanded Charity, embracing her role with some gusto.

"No, Mistress!" shouted Jackie.

"Good girl," soothed Charity, who then flogged each of Jackie's breasts in turn. Jackie screamed and writhed on the bench.

"Shall I let you out?" asked Charity again.

"No, Mistress!" replied Jackie loudly.

Rather than another blow, Charity dragged the flogger between Jackie's legs, its tongues caressing her exposed vulva. Jackie closed her eyes and waited for what she guessed would be the most intense pain yet. But it didn't happen.

Instead, Charity was suddenly thrusting fingers - three the older woman thought, though her higher mental processes weren't fully functioning at present - deep into Jackie's slick opening. The young hostess finger-fucked her client hard and fast. So hard and so fast that Jackie was soon screaming once more, as a different set of feelings overwhelmed her trembling body.

And then Charity flogged Jackie's pussy. She did it repeatedly. The older woman couldn't tell whether it was agonizing torture, or a beatific extension of her orgasm.

As her body shuddered and arched, Jackie dimly saw the truth:

It was both.

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Candy had already climaxed once, her body straining against the fabric that bound her, almost tearing the thin ribbons.

Scott could see she was close again. He wasn't far behind her. But he had become addicted to making his young partner cum, and so tried hard to suppress his own excitement. To focus on Candy's needs.

The young blonde's eyes were wide as new waves of intensity began to pulse through her. "Rake yit oud, rake yit oud."

Scott leaned forward and pulled ribbons from Candy's mouth.

"Fingers, I want fingers," she begged urgently.

Scott reached out and Candy raised her head to greedily take three of his digits in her mouth. Pulling back briefly she almost yelled, "Harder, fuck me harder," before going back to her fevered sucking.

Scott had already been thumping into Candy's restrained body. Now he upped his pace even further and plowed his writhing partner with every ounce of his energy, his heart hammering in his chest.

Candy was using Scott's hand to fuck her mouth, making loud gurgling noises, her eyes screwed tightly shut. Her face flushed red as beads of perspiration broke out on her forehead. Her body began to shudder, as the hard-pounding Scott also approached the point of no return, fighting desperately to delay it.

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Charity paused her flogging of Jackie's reddened, stinging vulva. The older woman attempted to catch her breath, to adjust to the new and frankly world expanding feelings she was experiencing. Was it too much? Her flesh hummed, tears were in her eyes.

Charity moved and whispered softly into Jackie's ear, "Do you want me to release you?"

Jackie's chest was heaving, her brain felt confused. What should she do? She heard a voice saying, "No, Mistress," and with a jolt, realized it was her own.

"OK, but enough pain for a beginner, I think. Let's reward you instead."

As the younger woman spoke, it occurred to Jackie that Charity's experience must be so much wider than her own. She seemed able to seamlessly slip into any role.

Charity opened a drawer and pulled out a largish white object with a domed head and a power cord trailing from it. "Do you know what this is?"

Jackie nodded affirmatively.

Charity plugged it into a wall socket. "Have you ever used one?"

Jackie shook her head; words seemed to be beyond her at present.

"You'll like it, I'm sure," Charity smiled. "I do."

The young redhead moved to stand between Jackie's splayed legs, then theatrically switched the Hitachi on. Jackie could almost sense the air vibrating.

"Ready?" Charity asked.

Jackie managed to squeak out one word. "Yes."

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Candy had abandoned Scott's fingers. Her head was now pressed back into the bed covers, rolling from side to side. Her eyes were shut, her face clenched as she panted, "No... no... no... no..." The young blonde's chest reddened and her fists tightened, her whole body arching as another tectonic orgasm consumed her.

Scott didn't drop his pace. His needs were too great to allow Candy any downtime. Now he used the young woman's body, and she screamed as one climax flowed almost instantly into another.

Scott felt an unbearable spasming in his rigid cock and thrust even deeper as Candy wailed, "Nooooo...!"

'Hold on,' he told himself. 'Just a little longer.'

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Charity lowered the wand to Jackie's raw flesh, careful to place it some distance from her most sensitive areas. Still, the powerful vibrations resonated through the older woman's already over-stimulated body, and she began to wriggle in her binds.

"You want my fingers, don't you?" teased the hostess.

Jackie was biting her bottom lip and could only manage to reply, "Mmmmmm..."

Charity thrust three fingers in, Jackie's juices so profuse now that the abrupt digital intrusion was almost frictionless.

Jackie moaned, "Oh my fucking God!"

Charity began to finger Jackie ruthlessly and moved the vibrator's head closer to the older woman's clit.

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Candy's whole body was shaking, the impact of each heavy inward thrust making her stomach and breasts quiver. She was lost in a tempestuous sea of overlapping orgasms, no longer able to discern peak from trough. Her strident moans had become murmured, Zen-like sibilations of, "No... no... no..."

Scott also had his eyes tight shut, while his hips still surged forward with intensity. But these movements were now autonomic. His conscious thoughts were instead focused on the uncontrollable pulsing and tensing of his throbbing cock as he plunged in and out of Candy's tight, warm wetness.

Pulsing and tensing that now reached a crescendo and morphed into intolerably pleasureful pumping. Pumping that reverberated through his entire enervated body.

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Jackie had cum, cum hard, as Charity's fingers relentlessly probed her and the wand teased her animated flesh.

"Again!" demanded Charity, forcing her digits deeper while moving the Hitachi to directly over Jackie's clit.

Jackie's world exploded. Her screams echoed off of the basement walls.

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Scott could resist no longer. He lunged into Charity's bound body with all his strength, his fingers digging into her soft thighs, muscles straining, chest heaving, and his seed flooding into his partner's depths.

Candy no longer had the ability to scream, softly breathing, "Nooooo..."

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Charity undid the buckles and helped the still quavering Jackie into a sitting position, then put her arms around the older woman.

Jackie collapsed into Charity's comforting embrace, breathing deeply, trying to calm down.

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Still inside Candy, still sporadically twitching, Scott pulled at the bows he had tied and the ribbons came undone. The freed hostess put her arms around Scott and somehow they maneuvered to be curled up together.

"I can feel you still cumming," Charity sighed, eyes closed, a serene smile on her face.

"It's what you do to me, angel," replied Scott. Then they were both quiet, breathing deeply, trying to calm down.

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Both temporary couplings held each other for quite some time. Then it seemed a good idea to wash and maybe relax for a while. As Charity and Jackie emerged from the basement, Candy and Scott also appeared in the living room. Candy was leaning on Scott almost as if she was injured. For a few seconds everyone just looked at each other.

Then Charity, for whom any intensity had been vicarious that morning, commented, "Looks like we should compare notes over lunch."

Candy nodded at her girlfriend weakly.

"Have you been crying, honey?" The ever perceptive Scott asked his wife.

Jackie's atypical blush was back. "Maybe, but not in a bad way."

"How about a communal shower?" suggested Charity.

"I don't know whether I can make it up the stairs," said Candy.

Charity rolled her eyes. "Jackie has a lot more stamina and fortitude than you, it seems."

For once, Candy was too tired to offer a cutting riposte. Instead, Scott picked her up. "Will this do?" he asked.

Candy buried her head in Scott's shoulder and he began to ascend the stairs.

Charity looked at Jackie. "I'm not gonna carry you, OK?"

"It's OK, angel," replied Jackie. "We both know women are the stronger sex. Though I must say I'm curious to find out what my husband did to wear out your normally insatiable girlfriend."

"Ribbons," replied the hostess. "She's got a big thing for ribbons."

With that, the two women linked arms and began to follow in their partner's footsteps.

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Rather unsurprisingly, the earlier proposed walk never happened. The period between lunch and dinner was instead devoted to quiet recuperation. Later, Jackie disappeared into the kitchen, intent on fulfilling her promise to cook.

After dinner, as they all sat at the dining table with emptied plates in front of them, the conversation turned to plans for Tuesday. The forecast still called for rain, and that limited the group's outdoor options.

"There's museums, "Charity suggested." But they aren't the coolest, to be honest. How about a movie? There's a beautiful little theater in Dennis. But they do kinda art house stuff, not sure if that's your thing." She wrinkled her nose as she finished, prompting Candy to roll her eyes.

"Let's take a look," said Scott. "What's its name?"

"Cape Cinema," replied Candy. "I love the place."

Scott tapped away at his phone. "They have 'Anora' showing at 1pm." Looking at the girls, he added, "Maybe a little close to the bone?"

Candy shrugged, "We've seen it, but if you two are keen."

"She's a big cinema geek," explained Charity, "I'm more of a rom-com kinda gal. But she's... educating me, right Candy?"

"Maybe not 'Anora,'" said Jackie. "What else is playing?"

Scott scrolled. "They have Casablanca at 4pm."

"Ooo!" squealed Candy. "All time favorite!" Remembering the responsibilities of her job, she added, "But... only if you would like that, of course."

Scott looked at Jackie, who nodded, and he made the booking.

"And that gives us tomorrow morning to do other things," he said with a grin.

With their Tuesday plans now agreed, Jackie stood up to speak. She adopted her lawyerly tone. Charity thought this must be what it was like to serve on a jury.

"I've got two things to say," began Jackie. "First, I wanted to talk about this morning. Personally, I think I've got a lot to think about. Some things that I need to work out, about, well frankly, my sexuality."

As Charity began to look downcast and even a little panicked, Jackie swiftly added. "And that's good. I feel like I've had my eyes opened, or..." Here she smiled warmly at her fellow redhead. "... a door unlocked. I'm just not sure what that means, and I need a little time for reflection."

She paused and turned to her husband. "I know Scott feels the same. So, thank you both for widening our horizons in different ways. But - for the rest of the break, or at least the rest of this week - let's stick to the playlist. It's not as if that isn't pretty comprehensive anyway."

Candy spoke up, "At the substantial risk of sounding like a cracked record..." A thought suddenly occurred to her. "... I've never seen a real life record, let alone a cracked one. How about you Charity?"

"The point..." said her girlfriend

"What point?" Candy inquired.

Charity patiently replied, "The one you were making about cracked records, of course."

"Oh, yeah, right," said Candy. "As I was saying, these two weeks are all about you. You do what you want. If what we did earlier didn't float your boat, or was maybe too intense, that's cool. You tried something. It's good to try stuff, right?"

"Exactly," said Jackie.

"What happens in the basement, stays in the basement," Candy affirmed with a sense of finality.

"And the spare first floor bedroom," added Charity helpfully.

"That too," replied her girlfriend. "What's the second thing, Jackie?"

"Thank you for reminding me, Candy," smiled the older woman. "Back home, Monday nights are special. We try to beat the 'Back To Work Blues' by having an evening dedicated to us. One of us cooks - just like I did - and then it's no TV, no iPads or phones, definitely no work and..."

Jackie paused for dramatic effect, looking at each of the hostesses in turn. "And we have a nice, long, slow, romantic evening together."

After a second pause, she added, "Followed by a nice, long, slow, romantic fuck."

Both girls smiled. "And you want us to give you some space?" asked Charity.

"No," replied Jackie, a look of confusion on her face. "We each want a romantic evening with one of you, including spending the night together. We can do that with each other anytime."

"Oh, got you," said Charity. She looked at her girlfriend. "We can do that."

Candy laughed. "I don't think I've done a good enough job of impressing on you both that nothing is a problem. We are both here to do whatever you want."

"So that's settled," smiled Scott. "Me and you, Candy, OK?"

"OK," replied Candy.

She glanced at Charity, who, for some reason, was at that moment looking at the floor. "OK?" Candy repeated, this time as a question directed at her partner.

"Yeah, sure, of course, no problem," Charity mumbled.

To Jackie's ears, the young woman was feeling something other than her actual words. But then Charity raised her head, smiled at Jackie, and said in a sweet voice, "I'm sure we will have a lovely time."

After the two hostesses cleared up, Charity took Jackie's hand and together they ascended to the main bedroom.

As Candy made to move toward the rear of the house - her idea clearly being to mirror the other two - Scott held her back. She looked questioningly at him.

With a big smile, he said, "You know, this is an awfully big table. Can't help thinking about you lying on it."

Candy returned his smile. "But that won't be very long, slow or romantic..."

"But it will be nice," Scott replied. "Our secret, OK?"

"Sure," Candy said, with a conspiratorial grin. She undressed swiftly, then lay on the dining table, her knees raised and legs parted.

"I was thinking something too." Her voice was seductive as she stroked her vulva with one hand and cupped a breast with the other.

Scott, who was also stripping, raised his eyebrows quizzically.

"I was thinking," Candy continued, "about just how very hard you could fuck me on this!"

And so he did...

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— Chapter Five : Tuesday —

After the rather extreme exertions of Monday morning - and also Scott and Candy's illicit table fuck - the swapped couples did indeed take the evening slowly. Both pairings fell asleep warm and relaxed in each other's arms. And both slept in.

While Candy and Charity were extremely accustomed to all sorts of permutations and combinations, both Scott and Jackie felt a little awkward entering the kitchen with another person the next morning. Their extramarital assignations had always been joint ones, with just a single third party involved. This felt different. Husband and wife looked at each other with uncertainty, as if they had each discovered a secret their spouse had been keeping from them.

As was often the case, the bracing breeze of Hurricane Candy blew away any embryonic embarrassment before it could become established. It was hard to keep a smile from your face around her inherent and infectious cheerfulness and energy.

After everyone had finished breakfast, Charity said, "So, Bogart and Bergman later, but what's the plan for this morning?"

Scott looked at his wife. "You OK if Candy and I...?"

Jackie nodded, but, as she turned to Charity, she seemed to detect a hint of disappointment in the younger woman's freckled face.

"Come on then," said Candy with enthusiasm. "See you two at lunch!" With that, she and Scott left to return to the master bedroom, where they had spent the previous night.

When Jackie and Charity were alone, the older woman said, "You look like you just missed out on third prize. I'm not sure whether to be pleased for Scott, or paranoid about myself."

"Oh, I'm sorry," replied Charity. "I love spending time together. It's just..."

"It's just my husband is still being weird and monopolizing Candy. And yeah, I noticed too."

"Do you know why?" asked the younger woman. "I thought, maybe after Sunday..."

"I think..." Jackie mused, with some deliberation, "that maybe - after Sunday, as you say - he's put you on a pedestal. You're his Madonna-figure, and Candy is his..."

"We're both whores," Charity snipped frustratedly. "Just this whore is feeling a little left out. Like we talked about, I think he's got some strange idea about me in his head."

"Don't worry, I'll talk to him," Jackie assured her. "Men, right? Sometimes I think you and Candy have the right idea." With that, Jackie seemed to view the matter as now closed.

"I know I'm second best," said Jackie, in a voice that conveyed that she thought nothing of the sort. "But I'll try to do my unworthy utmost for you, angel." She held out a hand, which Charity took with a smile.

"You're normally much too much for me, Jackie," she replied.

"After the basement, my darling," we both know that's a lie," laughed Jackie.

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Up in the second floor bedroom, Candy asked with her normal enthusiasm, "What do you feel like doing with me today?"

Scott thought - with a degree of amusement he made sure stayed purely internal - that the blonde hostess exhibited some of the qualities of a Labrador puppy on occasion. Out loud he said, "Why don't you choose? Let's do something you think is sexy."

"Cool!" Candy grinned. "Stay right there."

With that she skipped off. Scott used the time to get undressed. Whatever Candy had in mind, he was pretty sure that his clothing would not be needed. As his mind ran over options, another part of his body stiffened at the thought of what the blonde hostess might have in store for him.

A few minutes later, Candy's head appeared around the door. She blew a strand of errant hair out of her face in a way that made Scott want to hug her.

"Ready for your surprise?" Her rosy cheeks betrayed her excitement.

"For you, angel? Always," smiled Scott, looking suggestively down at his lower body.

Candy stepped into the room, a look of faux shyness on her pretty face. Her hands were clasped together, and her eyes surveyed the floor.

When she spoke, her voice was in a higher register than normal. "Do you like me in my uniform, Daddy?"

Uniform was perhaps something of an exaggeration. Candy's attire was closer to that of a stripper than an actual school girl.

"I... er.. I..." Scott ground to a halt, unsure what to say.

Something in his tone and faltering manner made Candy swiftly abandon her role-play and raise her downcast eyes to meet Scott's. "What's the matter?" she asked, concern suddenly etched in her face.

Scott seemed to have difficulty articulating what he felt. "It's... just not my thing. I... As you might have noticed, I kinda like younger women. But... women, not... not girls. The only teens I ever fucked were when I was a teen myself. I know... I know it's a fantasy for lots of guys. Just..."

"Just not for you," Candy finished flatly, with a disappointment she couldn't conceal.

"Yeah, sorry," replied Scott. "Listen it's hard to think of anyone being much sexier than you, just..."

"Just you're kinda repulsed by me dressed like this, right?" A note of both sadness and recrimination had crept into Candy's voice. Scott saw a single tear making its way down one of her cheeks.

"Oh my God, I'm sorry. I... I didn't mean to upset you." Scott was now feeling horrified, and not really comprehending the severity of his young friend's reaction.

"No, I'm sorry," said Candy sadly. "I guess I just have issues with... with... rejection." Tears now rolled down both sides of her face.

"I... I didn't reject you," Scott stuttered. "I think... think you're amazing, and sweet, and clever, and..."

Candy cut his embarrassed speech short. "Thanks for saying that. It's just..." she sniffed. "It's just that I sometimes like to... pretend."

Her expression was one of entreaty as she waited for Scott to speak.

"Pretend? Pretend what? That you are fucking your father?" Scott tried to suppress his incredulity, while also making his own feelings much more clear.

Candy made a face. "No, not that. It's more that... that my father is holding me," she said quietly.

'If I had an actual father,' was the thought that simultaneously passed unspoken through her head.

Without making any conscious decision to do so, Scott found that he had put his arms around Candy, her face now buried in his chest. He could feel the wetness of her tears on his skin.

Scott felt awkward and confused, but he could also recognize need when he saw it. "It's... OK. It's... all OK." Hesitantly, he began to stroke Candy's hair.

Candy hugged him closer, eyes tight shut, breathing deeply. "Thank you," she whispered.

Scott just held her. Saying nothing, not really knowing what to say.

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They stayed like that for some time. For Scott, the awkwardness abated, replaced by... was tenderness the word?

He thought to himself that the young woman he was holding had gotten under his skin. Her open attitude toward sex, yes, but also her obvious intellect, her frequent humor, and her shining spirit. He wasn't foolish enough to think that he was falling for Candy. But he had... feelings for her... feelings beyond the merely carnal, no matter how strong the sexual aspect might also be.

The thought of feelings led to Scott's mind moving on to Charity. He had feelings for her too. But more... confusing feelings. Maybe even worrying feelings.

His musings were interrupted as Candy shifted and sat up. Her cheeks were glowing, and she spoke with uncharacteristic uncertainty. "I should apologize. I'm not exactly giving you value for your money, am I?"

She paused, as if battling with indecision. "I've... maybe take this as a compliment... I've never admitted anything that personal to a client... or, well, anyone. Not even Charity. I'm sorry. It was... unprofessional."

"It's fine," said Scott. "I... I didn't handle things so well, when you were just trying to do your job. And... well... trying to be nice, I guess. It's me who should be sorry."

"Let's just forget about it, OK?" Candy suggested with surprising earnestness. "And... and please don't tell Charity, OK?"

"Sure, our secret," replied Scott. Another thought clearly crossed his mind, as a grin spread over his face.

"What?" inquired Candy, puzzled.

"Oh nothing really. I... I just thought it would take some kinda weird genetics for me to be your actual father. Bad joke, right?" said Scott.

The young blonde woman kissed Scott's caramel-colored cheek. "Your son is very lucky."

"I'm not sure he'd agree with you, but thanks anyway," Scott replied rather ruefully.

"Let's change the subject, OK?" Candy was sounding much more like her normal self. "If I get out of this costume, can I make it up to you?"

"There's really no need," said Scott. As Candy's face fell, he added, "Unless you really want to, that is."

Candy smiled warmly, and began to undress.

Later, worn out by her customary, energetic approach to entertaining clients, Candy dozed, her mop of blonde hair straying across Scott's chest. Scott looked at the young woman. Sex with Candy was always intense, always fulfilling. But now...? Now he began to wonder about his young friend. But Candy had also worn him out. With unfocused thoughts about what had passed between the two of them earlier swirling around his mind, Scott also surrendered to exhausted sleep.

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Meanwhile, Jackie knew just how to take Charity's mind off of her confusion about Scott. She kissed the younger woman's lips fiercely, then moved down to her neck.

Charity tilted her head, giving the older woman full access. She began to moan as Jackie dragged her open mouth over her smooth skin and dug her teeth into her soft flesh.

Charity's desire was burning now. Their clothes were rapidly dispensed with and the two women were soon nude. They lay head to tail on the bed, side by side. Softly, lovingly, gently, they each sucked and licked and kissed and probed. Their initial aching desire plateaued as each carefully prepared a base camp from which to push the other to the foothills, then the smaller peaks, and finally the mountain top far above.

Both felt warm, fuzzy, relaxed. But their joint arousal was also rising again, and would soon spiral out of control. Jackie and Charity each increased their tempo, added further pressure, and started to compete as to who would elevate the other more rapidly.

Jackie, often one to take control, rolled the two of them over, her weight now on Charity. The younger woman's legs parted to better receive the older woman's tongue. Jackie rocked her hips, grinding her clit onto Charity's chin as the hostess worked deeper and deeper into the older woman's warm depths.

Each gripped the other's flesh, both to gain purchase for their thrusting tongues, and to try to center themselves as their lover's urgent, sensual efforts began to overwhelm them.

Charity's body arched first, her euphoric moan reverberating against Jackie's vulva as the older woman tasted the increased flow of doubled juices on her rigid tongue.

Not giving her friend much time to recover, Jackie turned and knelt over Charity, straddling her face. The younger woman was still coming to terms with the aftermath of her intense orgasm, her eyes closed and her chest heaving. Despite her post-orgiastic trance, Charity managed to extend her tongue and Jackie lowered her dripping opening onto it.

As she rode Charity's face, Jackie found her own clit and rubbed it frenziedly. The younger woman came back to herself and increased her lingual thrusts, while reaching up to twist and pinch her partner's now bullet-like nipples.

Jackie had not been far behind her young lover, and now the surging, throbbing heat inside her would not be denied. She threw back her head, face contorted in ecstasy, and gave into the little death of the senses.

And, as she came, she also gushed, and - even in her powerful paroxysms of pleasure - Jackie was shocked. This was new, different, unexpected.

As her fires slowly subsided, Jackie panted, "I'm so sorry! I nearly drowned you. I've never done that before. I never knew I could do that."

Charity smiled serenely and licked her lips. "You won't hear any complaints from me." An amusing thought crossed her mind. "Maybe I should get a celebratory tattoo, perhaps a gushing fountain."

Jackie laughed out loud, then rearranged herself to kiss the younger woman.

"Want to know a secret?" Charity asked.

Jackie nodded.

"I never made anyone do that before either," admitted Charity, now giggling. "Don't tell Candy, OK?"

Still laughing, the two redheads collapsed into each other's embrace. They held on tightly as their heartbeats stilled and their breathing returned to normal.

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The four of them had a late lunch. It seemed to Scott that Candy had put whatever had been troubling her earlier to one side. He hoped that this was a good sign.

Intense sex generates a healthy appetite and - for a while - the group's focus was solely on food. Scott was the last to push away his plate. There was a rush to get ready to leave, and they headed out for the theater at just after 3pm.

Jackie drove her and Scott's SUV. "Is this it?" she asked as they approached a white building with a sloped roof and a red brick stair at the front. "It looks like a church."

"It's modeled after a church in Centerville," said Candy. "No idea why."

They parked and went to pick up their tickets. The auditorium was impressive. Small, with just over three hundred seats, but - as Candy explained - lovingly restored to its original glory. An amazing, azure mural, depicting the heavens and constellations, covered both the ceiling and the two side walls. The place felt special.

Despite the weather, the theater wasn't crowded, and Scott had booked good seats, a little distance away from any other patrons. They arranged themselves in a line from left to right: Charity, Jackie, Scott, Candy. The lights soon dimmed, and the movie started.

Scott and Candy were rapt, marveling at Edeson's cinematography, which combined with artful set design to make a lot in Los Angeles appear uncannily like a Moroccan port. Occasionally they whispered to each other, sharing some observation about lighting, or a line, or how it had been delivered.

Jackie liked the film too; it would be hard not to. But she also liked other things. Leaning toward Charity, she murmered, "Feel like fooling around a little?"

Charity looked at her open-mouthed in mock horror. She looked around her, then back at Jackie. "OK then," she said, a frisson of excitement in her voice.

Scott and Candy were so engrossed in the big screen that neither noticed their two companions making out. Things progressed, and Charity suppressed a giggle as Jackie put a hand up her summer dress and pulled her panties to one side. She soon made rather different noises - ones muffled by her hand across her mouth - as the older woman's active fingers brought her to a delicious orgasm.

Jackie was wearing pants, so Charity wasn't able to easily return the favor. "Later, I promise," she whispered as the two redheads snuggled together to watch what remained of the movie.

At the end, Scott and Candy were locked in detailed discussions about themes and nuances of the script. Charity and Jackie walked arm in arm, thinking their experience of the afternoon had been somewhat different from the other two.

Jackie eventually interrupted her husband and his younger friend. "Scott, didn't you want to get a particular bottle for this evening?"

"Yeah," he replied. "Is there anywhere around here that does fine wine?"

"There's Ring's," answered Candy. "It's five minutes away. And we could pick up a few other things as well."

Scott parked in the lot and headed for the wine section, while the three women filled a single basket with fun non-essentials. Scott soon rejoined them. He had found exactly what he wanted, and was somehow holding four bottles of Champagne. The labels bore a name which was unfamiliar to either of the girls. As the clerk rang them through, Charity thought that the wine couldn't possibly be as good as its price would suggest.

Soon they arrived home. They had an hour and a half to wash up and change for dinner, which was also just about enough time for Charity to make good on her earlier promise to Jackie. But the older woman had another idea. One aligned with her discussion with Charity that morning.

"Honey, it's normally me watching you with another woman. I think it's your turn," she said in a manner that suggested the request wasn't optional.

Of course Scott agreed, and Jackie was more than content at the look of unbridled desire on her husband's face as Charity went about her business.

As directed by Jackie, the young redhead also made sure that Scott had an unencumbered view of the jewelled butt-plug she had inserted deep in her ass.

Pleased with both her plan and Charity's expert tongue work, the older woman was still smiling broadly when she descended to the dining room with her husband.

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Scott and Jackie had gone all out for the meal. He looked suave in a tailor-made tuxedo. She wore a long, emerald, silk dress, with a deep slit up one side, and spaghetti straps. Jackie had also put on her favorite diamond necklace, and it dazzled around her neck. She had styled her striking red hair in waves, which dramatically tumbled over her pale, freckled shoulders. She looked every inch a movie star.

When husband and wife entered the room, Candy and Charity applauded, such was the presence of the older couple. On more of a budget, the two girls had still done their best not to disappoint. Candy was in a little black dress, short but classy, showing off her toned legs. The curvier Charity had selected a crushed velvet, mid-length robe. It was burgundy, strapless, with a plunging neckline. Both hostesses had their hair up, and had clearly put effort into their cosmetics.

"Don't we all look amazing?" purred Jackie, kissing the younger women on their cheeks, and then their lips. "Maybe we should seduce the chef," she laughed.

"I think," replied Charity, with a wink, "that we might need Scott to do that. Him and the waiter, well, you know."

Scott declined the task, and the party sat down. The aforementioned waiter now appeared, wearing the male equivalent of Candy's waitress uniform. He poured Scott half a glass of Champagne. Scott tasted it and nodded his approval.

When all four had full glasses, Scott proposed a toast. "To Candy and Charity; the absolute best people to share a vacation with."

"Likewise," said Candy, and they clinked their glasses in turn. While Charity still couldn't quite bring herself to think that the exorbitant price was justified, it was certainly a damn fine wine.

Dinner was sumptuous. Four courses, none of them large, but each exquisitely presented, filled with delicate flavors that delighted the palate. And - whether by luck or judgement - Scott's Champagne accompanied each dish perfectly.

After having thanked the chef and waiter, the two couples retired to the living room, now onto their third bottle. The weather was meant to be fine again on Wednesday, and Jackie said that she wanted to have an excursion.

"There's the southern islands, of course," Candy offered. "But the ferries can be kinda crowded and annoying."

"If I wanted to look at rich people's houses, I could have stayed home," replied Jackie, deadpan.

"There are lots of wildlife sanctuaries," Charity suggested. "Or trails, or whale watching cruises."

"Or the aquarium at Wood's Hole," added Candy. "I love Wood's Hole." Her tone confirmed the veracity of her claim.

"Once a Biologist..." teased Charity.

"We're not meant to go into that stuff," Candy chided her, a little annoyed with her partner.

Changing the subject, she continued, "You might not enjoy this, but we've been kayaking on the salt marshes a few times, with clients or sometimes just the two of us. It's kinda fun."

"And you might see crabs," added Charity, clearly excited.

"What do you think?" Jackie asked Scott.

"Sure, if the girls recommend it," he replied.

Candy had already picked up her phone and was making a booking.

Maybe it was the wine going to their heads, or maybe it was simple sexual exhaustion. Either way, it was unanimously agreed that a relatively early night would be a good idea.

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In their room, as Scott and Jackie got ready for sleep, Jackie decided to broach the subject of Charity.

"You know you are upsetting her, right? Charity I mean."

"What?" replied her husband.

"That young woman helped you, well both of us, to relive a precious memory, and now you won't even look at her."

"I... I..." Scott stuttered, "I guess maybe..."

"Let me help you," said his wife. "You've got this stupid idea in your head about Charity being me back then. Inexperienced, naive, even a little innocent. She's none of those things. You're fucking her girlfriend and ignoring her. I'd be pissed at you."

"OK," said Scott. "That's not cool, I realize. I think..."

"That's your problem, honey. Too much thinking, not enough fucking."

"I was trying to say," said Scott with a little frustration, "it's not just that."

Something in her husband's tone made Jackie take his hand and the two of them sat on the edge of the bed.

"Do you know that these have loops underneath for tying people to," asked Scott.

"Stop deflecting," said his wife firmly.

"OK," said Scott, looking at the floor. "Well you are part right. I did kinda get muddled up between Charity and my memories of a teenage you. I... maybe I felt... I dunno... protective or something."

"Men!" said Jackie rolling her eyes.

"But... but it's not just that. The other day, when she was wearing that stupid Hello Kitty top and no make-up. She..." Scott faltered.

"Go on," said Jackie softly.

"Well, I was interested in her as her photos reminded me of a younger you. Then I met her and I thought that I was kinda objectifying her. I like her, I mean as a person, and that felt odd. Then she helped me get over that. And you did too. And, it was incredible, but..."

Jackie completed the sentence. "But you ended up wanting to wrap her in tissue paper. Dumb, but I get it. But there is something else, right?"

"Yesterday. At breakfast. She just seemed so young. I don't mean underage, but... Well, if we had had a daughter, I'm sure she'd look different, but..."

"Fuck, Scott! You're thinking that you fucked my daughter, and - I assume - how truly messed up you must be to have done that. Am I right?"

Scott nodded.

"Honey, you win the prize for the stupidest smart person I know. And it's not even close."

Scott looked unhappy.

"So what if she's got a youthful glow, she's twenty-four, and..."

"The site said twenty-one."

Jackie gave her husband the look. "I asked her, OK?"

"OK, I guess," said Scott.

"And, whatever she looks like, she's not my daughter, and she's not yours either. She's a sweet girl who loves to fuck - and to get paid for it obviously - and you are totally freezing her out while you lavish attention on her girlfriend. All because you have some idiotic idea buzzing around in your head."

Jackie let the words sink in before adding, "I'm even getting a bit bent out of shape about it myself. Wanna do something about that?"

With that, Jackie lay back on the bed and spread her legs. Scott decided first that Jackie was making perfect sense, and second that he did indeed want to do something about that.

As he slid eagerly into his wife's body, she whispered in his ear, "And you're going to do the same with that poor, sweet, sexy girl tomorrow. No arguments."

"Yes, Ma'am," replied Scott who began to fuck Jackie hard, feeling that his wife had helped to lift a burden from his shoulders.

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— Chapter Six : Wednesday —

The next morning, they set off in the BMW. It was spacious and accommodated the four of them with ease. It took a while to get to Sandwich with the traffic, but they had allowed plenty of time.

Candy had arranged for their outing to include only the two couples and a guide. It seemed that the guy knew her and Charity, although familiarity apparently did not preclude him eyeing both women in their skimpy swimsuits. Jackie and Scott had been concerned about mosquitoes and so wore more conservative attire.

It was a lot of fun, though the paddling proficiency of the two younger women put Scott and Jackie to shame. They did indeed spot crabs, lots of them, scuttling about the mud. Candy ended up correcting the guide about some local birds' names, and indeed details of local history. Scott smiled to himself. Despite her looks, the blonde was clearly a big nerd. Scott both identified with and approved of the designation.

Their excursion over, the group headed home. But as Jackie pulled away, Scott piped up, "Hey, mini golf?"

"Really?" said Jackie.

"Oh, come on. We are on vacation," her husband replied.

With a theatrical sigh, Jackie pulled off of 6A, and they went and purchased some tickets. In a rather bored voice, the high schooler in the kiosk said, "You'll have to cover up. This is a family establishment."

"Qu'est-ce que vous avez dit?" Candy asked, a look of mock incomprehension on her face.

"Your bi-ki-nis," the girl explained, enunciating each syllable slowly and loudly in a way that instantly makes English intelligible to foreigners.

Shaking her head, Candy gave a reasonable facsimile of a Parisian shrug.

The teen tried with Charity. "Too... much... skin!" she clarified in a similar manner.

"Yo no te entiendo," said Charity. She tried to make her smile appear sympathetic.

"You, Sir," the girl addressed Scott, who had spoken English when asking to buy the tickets. "Can you get your friends to at least put on a T-shirt?"

"Waan ka xumahay, maxaad tidhi?" Scott replied, amazed he could recall that much Somali.

The exasperated teen turned her gaze hopefully to Jackie. "Don't look at me," Jackie quipped with a smile. "I can't speak English either."

"Whatever," the girl snapped. "Next group!"

They all enjoyed being goofy among the lighthouses, churches and fountains, even Jackie. Candy and Charity seemed to also enjoy the appreciative gazes of pretty much every guy on the course, along with quite a few of the women too. And - as might be expected, given her competitive streak - Candy won easily.

It was way past lunch time when Jackie finally parked in front of the house. The girls, still in their bikinis, buzzed around, pulling food together. Then they all sat down to eat.

"Beach again, this afternoon?" asked Charity as she finished her salad.

"I actually have a bit of a migraine, maybe from all the Sun," replied Jackie. "I might have a lie down. But don't let me stop you from having fun. Of whatever sort."

With only Charity able to see her, Jackie winked. "All three of you, I mean. Poor Charity needs some attention too, like we talked about, honey."

Jackie's meaning was clear as she kissed Scott goodbye, then made to leave.

"Will you be OK?" he asked.

"Sure, honey, I have my Imitrex," she assured him.

"It's an excellent hydroxytryptamine receptor agonist; she should be fine soon," said Candy.

A few seconds later, as she realized the others were all staring at her, Candy asked, "What?" When no one said anything, she rolled her eyes and went back to eating her turkey sandwich.

After Jackie had departed, and the others had cleared up, Charity asked, "So, beach? Or can... um... we do anything else to entertain you?"

A little shyly, she added, "If I'm not being a third wheel that is."

"I'm sorry, Charity," said Scott. "I guess I just got a bit messed up in the head. We're cool. Let me show you."

He kissed Charity, and then said, "Maybe the room we used yesterday." Charity was happy to note the suppressed excitement in his voice.

"Sure," Candy agreed. "We won't need these."

She pulled at the ties of her bikini and both scraps of white material flapped to the floor. Charity happily unclipped her top, and wriggled her bottom off. The two naked women took one of Scott's hands each and led him to the spare first floor bedroom.

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Charity and Candy sandwiched Scott, Candy kissing him, Charity hugging him from behind while reaching around to stroke the front of his pants.

Between the two of them, the hostesses quickly removed his clothes. Both knelt and began to share his cock, each sucking and slurping, before passing him to the other, then back again. Scott moaned as the pair worked their oral magic on him.

After having taken Scott's full length, her lips pressed firmly against his pubis, Candy pulled back, gasping, her chin dripping with saliva, and grinned up at him. "Wanna fuck us in turn?"

"Oh, yes please," added her girlfriend, clapping excitedly.

Scott's eyes widened. "Yes," he croaked.

The two women got on all fours side by side on the bed, their knees close to the edge, so that Scott could simply stand behind them.

Candy looked back over her shoulder. "If you want anal as well, lube us both up now so we don't have to waste time later. There's a bottle on the dresser behind you."

Scott went to retrieve the lubricant and dripped some onto either girl's asshole.

"Just remember," Charity added without turning round, "once you've gone anal, no more pussy, unless you get a thorough cleaning first, OK?"

"OK," Scott agreed hoarsely.

"Ass to mouth is fine by me," said Candy. "But Miss prim and proper here is a bit more squeamish."

Charity glared at her partner, then shrugged.

Candy addressed Scott. "Well get on with it... oh!" She shrieked as an extremely aroused Scott thrust deeply into her vagina. He started to plow her, and the two women began to kiss.

"Fuck, you look hot doing that," said Scott breathlessly.

"We know," sighed Candy, enjoying the intense depth. "Swap."

Scott pulled out stickily and stepped sideways. With greater care, he eased himself into Charity's deliciously tight vagina. "Oh my fucking God, that's good," he moaned, beginning to ease in and out of her glove-like grip.

"You're gonna make me jealous," pouted Candy, reaching back to rub her partner's clit while recommencing their kiss. Then again she instructed, "Swap."

Somewhat reluctantly, Scott pulled out of Charity, then plunged into Candy again.

"Fuck, yeah!" yelled the blonde as Scott pumped her. Meanwhile, Charity returned Candy's clitoral stimulation compliment.

Looking back, Candy asked, "You... mmm... close... mmm, honey?"

Scott nodded, still fucking her pussy rhythmically.

"You know I love an anal creampie, sweetie," she panted. "But, poor Charity's ass needs some love too."

"Oh, Scott, I'd love that!" Charity pleaded.

Scott had been very close to cumming, but repositioning himself let him calm down a little. He rubbed his tip against Charity's sphincter, making her quiver. As he did this, Candy moved and lay in front of Charity, who buried her face between her girlfriend's legs.

Scott throbbed at the sight, and pushed hard on his glans with his thumb. Charity's body stiffened at his initial penetration. Once accustomed to the intrusion, she went back to licking Candy's warm, wet hole.

Scott rocked back and forth, easing an extra quarter inch into Charity's anal cavity with each thrust. He reached around and found her clitoris, generating an appreciative wriggle. With this sign of encouragement, he leaned forward harder and all of him was now inside the redhead.

Charity's vagina was amazingly tight, but her ass was even more so. Scott, motionless at full penetration, already felt the tingling harbingers of his orgasm. He began to rock with a small amplitude and low frequency, rubbing Charity's pussy with much greater urgency, wanting her to cum before he did.

Scott tried desperately to hold back, not helped by the sight of Candy, writhing and pinching her nipples as Charity probed her lingually. He moved his fingers across Charity's flesh more rapidly, and she rewarded him with a squirm and a muffled groan.

Pulling back from Candy's loins, Charity moaned, "Please fuck my ass, I wanna cum so bad." Then she dove back into cunnilingus.

Closing his eyes, Scott breathed deeply, and began to do just what Charity had asked, his fingers still massaging her clit. He told himself he could last a while. He tried to resist the surging pulse that rose within him. 'Hold on, hold on just a little longer.'

Charity was now unable to focus on Candy, instead she raised her head and began to whimper and yelp as the joint anal and clitoral stimulation got the better of her. Candy moved again and took Charity's nipples between the finger and thumb of each hand, twisting and pinching.

Scott rammed into Charity's ass harder and harder as her yelps turned into screams. Scott was now on autopilot, his own needs commandeering his body. His urgent thrusts were now for his own pleasure, the burning intensity inside him demanding to be sated. Relinquishing Charity's clit, he seized her waist with both hands and pummeled her as if his life depended on it.

With a guttural bellow, the throbbing of his cock became uncontrollable and he flooded Charity's insides with his warm semen. As Scott released violently into her rectum, the howl of Charity's own orgasm filled his ears.

Scott clung to Charity as his body shook and he slowly returned to reality. He moved to pull out, spurring a sharp, "Wait!" from Candy.

The blonde managed to insert herself head to tail beneath Charity, who was still recovering, eyes closed. She placed her face expectantly between her lover's legs. "OK," Candy said to Scott, opening her mouth.

As Scott withdrew from Charity's gaping hole, Candy put two fingers inside her partner and pulled sideways, waiting. In a few seconds, her patience was rewarded by a steady trickle of white fluid. Charity, aware of her girlfriend's needs, raised her upper body, increasing the flow so Candy could swallow with evident relish.

Scott just stared at her in astonishment. Almost without thinking, he blurted out, "I don't recall seeing that on the menu!"

The young woman licked her lips and smiled. "I know, it's a Candy special. I'm just such a filthy cumslut. But you still love me, right?"

Scott felt unable to do anything but nod in slightly awed agreement. He also noticed, incredibly, that his erection had not subsided.

Candy noticed it too. "Oh cool," she smiled, "I'd love a really long ass-fuck."

Charity seemed a little groggy. "If you two want to keep playing, have fun. I think I need to rest."

"Go to our room and have a sleep," said Candy. "I'm sure I can keep Scott entertained."

Charity kissed Scott and retired.

As she closed the door, Candy grinned at Scott. "Well, stud, just look at you. Let me help you with that."

With that she got back down on her knees and licked the full length of him. "Mmm... you taste of Charity; how wonderful."

Scott just hoped he could keep up with the seemingly insatiable blonde.

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Later - when Jackie had recovered from her 'migraine,' and Charity had got over her orgasm-induced tiredness - the group sat down together for a light afternoon snack. They had passed a bakery on their way back from their outing, and each had a pastry.

Jackie said, "Migraines always wipe me out. Would anyone object to a nice, chilled out evening?"

"How about a movie?" asked Charity. "I don't mean going out to a theater again, just here."

There was immediate consensus on the concept, less so on the actual movie to watch. It was time for dinner and the group had yet to reach agreement, despite the debate being good natured.

No one felt like cooking, and the external chef needed to be booked the day before. Candy said she knew a good pizza place. She read out options, took orders, and tapped them into DoorDash.

The pies were still hot when they arrived, and everyone sat at the dining table, a couple of bottles of Pinot Noir keeping them company. "Why didn't you invite the delivery guy in for a fuck?" joked Scott.

The discussion then returned to cinematic matters. Candy and Scott both had strong, informed, and somewhat divergent opinions on the art form.

The hostess, for once, seemed less concerned to cater to her visitors' every whim. Maybe she was getting to know Scott and Jackie better, thus behaving more confidently. She and Scott had already revealed themselves as ardent cinephiles. It now seemed that, while they agreed on many things, in other areas their tastes diverged substantially.

Scott disagreed with one statement that Candy made about a director so vehemently that he tried to challenge her while still chewing a mouthful of Greek salad. Mid sentence, he suddenly stopped, stood up, and held his throat, panic in his eyes.

"What is it, darling?" Jackie moved to Scott and began to pat him on his back.

Scott shook his head, seemingly unable to speak. His light brown face was reddening.

"Did you breathe something in?" his wife asked with growing concern.

Scott nodded violently. Jackie was about to hit his back harder when Candy forcibly stepped between them. "Can you talk?" she asked calmly but with some urgency.

Scott indicated he couldn't.

"Can you breathe?"

No again.

"Try coughing," she instructed.

Scott shook his head hopelessly, his skin tone darkening.

Without another word, Candy got behind Scott. Wrapping her arms around his upper abdomen, she made one hand into a fist, the other cupping it. She pulled strenuously. Once... twice... three times...

A small, black object flew out of Scott's gaping mouth, bouncing on the table before coming to rest by Charity. She looked at it with some interest. "Olive, still with the pit in it," she explained.

Scott was bent double, gasping air into his lungs, and coughing.

"You OK, now honey?" inquired Jackie.

After receiving a silent thumbs up from her husband, she went and hugged Candy. "Thank you. Thank you for saving him."

A quizzical look passed across Jackie's features, her inquisitive legal brain clearly engaged. "Where did you learn the Heimlich Maneuver?"

"It's not called that anymore; we call it the abdominal thrust now," Candy clarified.

"We?" said Jackie. "Really?"

"I learned it on a course," Candy explained rather defensively. Despite Jackie's further questions, she would say no more.

"Enough!" said Scott to his wife in a weak voice, but firmly. "Let's watch a movie."

"Whatever you want, Candy," he added. "And thank you so very much."

The drama over, the group decamped to the living room, taking the wine with them. Candy opened Hulu and scrolled down to Poor Things. Tiredness and Scott's misadventure meant that even a naked Emma Stone didn't prompt any intimate activity. Instead they sat watching. Just two couples relaxing. Both pairs nestled close to each other at either end of the biggest couch.

When the credits rolled, Scott and Jackie once more thanked Candy for her timely and expert intervention. Then the four of them made for their separate beds and sleep.

Back in their room, Jessica said, "That was intense. Why didn't you want to talk about your training?"

"I dunno," Sarah mused, "I guess maybe it doesn't sit so well with the bubbly blonde persona. Wow! What 'ism' is it when you are prejudiced against yourself?"

"A Sarahism, dummy," replied Jess. "You did a good thing, maybe saved Scott's life. Soon you're gonna be doing that all the time Doctor Johnson."

"Don't tease," said Sarah. "Let's just get to sleep. That is unless you want to..." She left the invitational innuendo hanging.

"With you, angel? Always," replied her girlfriend, beginning to disrobe.

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— Chapter Seven : Thursday —

Jessica's alarm went off at 7:30am. She stopped it, then shook Sarah's shoulder. "Time to get up sleepyhead."

They had showers in relay, then got dressed, choosing the same type of shorts and T-shirt outfits they had worn to greet their guests on Saturday.

Only Jackie was up when Candy and Charity entered the kitchen. "Good morning girls. It's going to be hot. Want to have another beach day?"

Both girls agreed.

"Scott and I thought maybe have an early lunch, and then go down. Does that work for you two?"

"Sure," replied Candy, putting a finger to her cheek in mock confusion. "But what could we possibly do this morning?"

"Very amusing, I'm sure," said Jackie dryly. "I was thinking of asking to borrow your girlfriend, if you must know. Do I have your approval?"

"Of course she approves," laughed Charity. "I assume Scott can keep Candy busy as well," she added, all trace of her previous jealousy gone. "But right now I'm starving! Who wants eggs?"

Scott came down to join them while Charity was cooking. The ladies informed him of their plans, and he agreed on the split arrangements.

"I wanted to remind you about your bonus playmate," said Candy. "Any thoughts?"

"Yes," replied Jackie. "Our thoughts are: We are very lucky to have you two, and we don't really see a need to introduce anyone else."

"Oh, that's so sweet of you to say," Charity cooed, kissing the older woman's cheek.

"Well, if you change your mind, just ask," said Candy, smiling despite herself.

They finished breakfast, then Candy and Scott went upstairs, while the other two made for the spare bedroom on the first floor.

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Jackie closed the door behind them. "Now I have you all to myself."

With faux coyness, Charity replied, "Well what do you want to do with me?"

"I'd mentioned a specific toy the other day, did you...?" asked Jackie.

Charity grinned and walked over to a dresser. Opening the top drawer, she pulled out a flexible rod, made from some sort of semi-transparent plastic. It was around two feet long and lilac in color.

"Was it this that you meant? We have lube as well, but I don't think we will need it." Charity innocently put one rounded end in her mouth and sucked on it a few times.

Desire fired in Jackie's eyes. Swiftly, she moved to the younger woman. They kissed passionately. Charity tossed the double-headed dildo onto the bed, then each began to tear off the other's clothes as their lips and tongues met again and again.

Jackie pushed Charity down onto her back and quickly followed, spreading the younger woman's legs. In their previous love-making, Jackie had always begun with soft clitoral stimulation. Today, however, she simply plunged her tongue deeply into Charity, the younger woman arching in instant pleasure.

Charity reached down and with one hand pulled Jackie's face closer to her. The other found her clitoris and began to massage it. Jackie pulled back briefly, licked an index finger, and pushed it into Charity's anus, before recommencing her intense cunnilingus.

Charity squirmed, her breathing becoming more urgent. Warmth flooded her body as little ripples of pleasure steadily built into bigger waves. She closed her eyes, still rubbing herself furiously as she pushed her head back into the bed covers, exposing her neck. Her squirms became thrashing and her moans became one long scream.

Before Charity could come down from her high, Jackie grabbed the dildo and thrust it into the other woman's creamy opening. Charity was so wet that even her tight vaginal passage accommodated the over-sized toy with ease.

But her emotions were another matter. The young redhead cried out at the fervor with which Jackie plunged into her depths, whimpering as the other woman began to fuck her rhythmically.

Such was Charity's existing excitement and the urgency with which Jackie pounded her pussy, that - in only a matter of minutes - a second and more potent orgasm coursed through Charity's jerking body.

Jackie pulled out the toy and moved to lie next to Charity. She fed the end dripping with secretions into the other woman's mouth, letting her suck as the heaving in her chest subsided.

When she judged that Charity was back with her, Jackie moved the toy down once more and slid it slowly into her lover. Adjusting her position, she moved the other end to her own opening, and then inside. Jackie thrust her hips to drive it deeper, holding the central section in her fist.

Locking lips with the still twitching Charity, she began to move her hand back and forth, gently massaging herself and Charity in turn. Charity's fingers found Jackie's clit and rubbed it softly and slowly. Both vaginal and clitoral stimulations were gentle, gradually building arousal, rather than driving the older woman to a peak.

Then that changed. Charity pulled back, the toy snaking out of her, and rolled her partner over. Taking a position between Jackie's legs, the younger woman gripped the dildo and pushed it deeply inward. Now it was Jackie's turn to gasp, a gasp that turned to groans as Charity used the toy to fuck her while simultaneously commencing a much more intense massage of the older woman's clit.

Charity changed her grip on the purple rod, and - now with a better angle - upped the frequency and depth of her oscillations. It was Jackie's turn to close her eyes and screw up her face as Charity mercilessly thumped the dildo into her depths.

Through clenched teeth, Jackie managed to beg, "Faster! Please, faster!"

Charity's forearm became a blur as she gave Jackie what she craved. The increased speed and depth were soon much too much for Jackie, and she bayed in ecstasy as a wave of intolerable pleasure broke over her, sending her senses tumbling, her nerves on fire, her muscles pulsing uncontrollably.

Charity replicated her partner's earlier action by offering Jackie the toy, slick with her own juices. Jackie sucked on it quietly as her heightened state slowly abated and her heart rate calmed.

Charity discarded the dildo and the two women embraced, kissing and stroking, enjoying their post-orgiastic glow and closeness.

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Scott lay back on the pillows, an exhausted but happy man.

Charity had the obvious advantage of her visual affinity with Jackie, and she was - as he had found out - a really sweet girl. But while Candy matched her girlfriend for geniality, she was also just - Scott grinned to himself - fucking filthy.

Right now, Candy was cleaning herself up in the en suite after taking yet another anal load. She seemed to really relish these creampies, and what led up to them. For himself, Scott was pretty proud of his own performance over the last few days; then maybe the two girls should take most of the credit for that.

As Scott returned to thinking about Candy's seemingly insatiable appetite for anal, he detected signs of renewed life between his legs. This was just weird. At his age? Somewhat wryly he thought, 'Who needs pills when you have Candy?'

Scott's musings - and his swelling - were interrupted by his phone chiming. He rolled over and stretched out a hand to grab it. The screen was locked, but showed a preview, which began:

Miss Johnson, The Massachusetts Medical Society regrets to inform you that your application for funding support has been rejected. This is...

Scott's brain was sharp in most circumstances, but sometimes it takes a little while for reality to dawn on even the smartest of people. Particularly when they have just had as much exercise as Scott. He frowned, was this spam, or...?

Fuck! It wasn't his phone, he realized. His was on the other nightstand, and both apparebtly used the same default message chime.

He put the black rectangle down hurriedly, just as Candy returned, smiling, from her ablutions.

Scott was confused as to what to do or say. Should he stay silent? He went for semi-truth. "You... you got a message," he informed her, as neutrally as he could manage.

His head whirled as he processed the new information. Medical school? His mental model of the young woman was getting a real-time overhaul. And why not? She clearly was very bright. And her prompt actions the night before now made perfect sense. He felt like a douche for his initial surprise. But, more importantly, the text seemed like bad news for his companion.

Candy kissed Scott's cheek with her customary brightness. "Thanks. Mind if I just check?"

Scott nodded, his mind still racing.

As Candy looked at her phone, her expression told Scott all he needed to know. Her smile first turned to a look of shock, then she clearly became very upset.

Candy's voice was weak as she stuttered, "I... I... just need to go find Jess. I'll... I'll be back."

"Sure, take your time," replied Scott, trying to ignore Candy's use of Charity's real name, one the other woman had already inadvertently revealed to Scott.

Candy grabbed her robe, threw it on, and rushed out. Scott was left feeling guilty for his mistake, feeling terrible for his young friend, but also feeling thoughtful.

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At lunch, Charity said that Candy was feeling unwell and sent her apologies. Scott thought that the redhead was a bad liar and seemed very distracted herself.

"Listen," he said, "Why don't you go take care of her? I don't think I'll be needing any further stimulation for a while. How about you Jackie?"

Scott's wife looked at him a little oddly, but replied, "No, Charity has more than satisfied me for the moment."

Charity thanked the couple sincerely, then left hurriedly.

Once they were alone, Jackie asked, "What happened?"

Scott explained. Jackie's first response was, "Fuck, the poor girl." Her second was, "I should have guessed."

Scott tentatively ventured, "I... I was wondering whether there was anything we could do... you know... to help?" He was worried that Jackie would find him foolish, getting involved in things that had nothing to do with either of them.

Jackie sat silent for a while, clearly mulling things over. When she spoke, Scott realized just why it was he had married her. Jackie might have the razor sharp mind of a top litigator, but she also had a big heart.

"I don't know, honey. I guess we could do something. We'd probably not even notice the difference financially. And we certainly owe her after yesterday. It's just... I'm not sure how well any offer would be received. But, well... I know it's only been a few days. Still, I guess you could say we've shared a lot. I'm... I'm already very... fond of them both."

Scott got up and kissed his wife. "Shall we go find them? Least we can do is ask, right?"

"Agreed," said Jackie. "But I have an idea which might make this more likely to work."

She and Scott spoke for another twenty minutes. Then - having agreed what to do - they went to knock on the door of their two young friends.

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"Come in."

Charity and Candy were sitting on the side of the bed. Candy was wiping her eyes with the back of her hands, her face puffy from crying.

She tried to hide her distress, and put on a professional facade. "What can we do to help you?" she asked, rather weakly.

"I'm sorry..." Scott stuttered as he tried to explain. "It was an accident... I thought it was my phone... I..."

"You saw the message," said Candy, it was a statement, not a question.

"Yeah, kinda," Scott admitted.

Candy's attempt at artifice crumbled, and she began to sob uncontrollably.

Charity put her arms around her. "It will be OK, Sarah," - she looked up a little guiltily at Scott and Jackie as she used Candy's real name - "we'll figure it out."

"Can you... can you give us a minute?" asked Charity.

Jackie was unable to hold back. She sat down beside Sarah and added her arms to Charity's, the two of them comforting the sobbing girl.

Then she looked at Charity. "It's Jessica... Jess... right?"

Jess nodded.

"We're not meant to," said Sarah through her tears.

Jackie said soothingly, "It's OK, girls. We have no desire to cause you problems, quite the opposite."

Sarah seemed too upset to respond, but Jessica was now paying close attention to the older woman.

"Well, Jess and Sarah - I hope I can call you by your actual names - Scott and I have a proposal for you. It could help. Want to hear it?"

Jess nodded, but Sarah sniffed, "I think I just wanna be left alone."

Jess looked at Jackie and mouthed, 'maybe later.' But Jackie was used to taking control of situations, even difficult ones, and so she pressed on.

Putting her hand under Sarah's chin, she raised the younger woman's face and turned it to her. Their eyes interlocked and Sarah felt something... she didn't know what... maybe a kindred spirit. Then she dismissed the thought, she was just upset and clearly imagining things.

"You've been through a lot, right?" Jackie's voice was soft now. Sarah looked up at the older woman. Maybe, she thought, she had been too quick to dismiss her initial feeling of some connection with Jackie.

Seeing that she now had Sarah's attention, Jackie went on. "But you never gave up, never stopped fighting, never stopped hoping."

Sarah nodded almost imperceptibly. Inside she wondered about how transparent her feelings were to others, or was Jackie just abnormally insightful?

"And now," continued the older woman. "Now you feel it's the end, that none of it was worth it. Your persistence, your fight, your hope."

Sarah now said nothing, but looked at Jackie in something close to wonder.

Jackie smiled. "Very few of us travel a path untrodden. But... but sometimes... sometimes we need a little help along the way... all of us."

Sarah found her voice, though she lowered her head again as she spoke. "But why...?"

"Does it matter?" asked Jackie. "Don't you want to at least hear what Scott and I have to say?"

Sarah blew her nose, and seemed to be very slightly more her normal self. "Sure," she said, still sadly, but also with a little more certainty.

Jackie patted her arm.

"OK, I was just telling Scott how fond we both have become of you in a very short space of time. Fond isn't the right word, but I'll try not to make this any more weird than it already is. And my husband's inability to masticate normally means we are very much in your debt."

Sarah raised her eyes, her tears now subsiding, and a half smile on her lips at Jackie's joke. But it was Jess who responded. "We both like you too, but you don't owe us anything."

"Yes, we do," said Jackie. "But I'm glad you like us. I'm very glad indeed. I'm a decent judge of people, but sometimes it's hard to disentangle the personal from the professional; and you are both very professional."

"Thank you," said Jess, with a smile.

Jackie continued, "So, we'd like to help. But, Scott and I figured that philanthropy from strangers might be an issue for you, right?"

"Go on," said Sarah, now clearly more interested in the conversation.

"The way I see it," said Jackie, "you are currently both doing a job that you seem... very well-suited to. But I guess, given Sarah's vocation, your plans were to stop, once you had enough cash, right?"

"Yeah," said Sarah. "Well, I was going to. Jess... well we were going to figure that out as we went."

"I was going to try to find another job," said Jessica. "But the site said they could always give me work if I needed it."

"OK," said Jackie, "so here's the thing."

She took a moment, looking directly at each of the young women in turn. "My, or rather our, suggestion is that Scott and I engage you both for a longer period. A much longer period."

She let her words land with Sarah and Jessica, and then went on. "If you were planning to leave the site anyway, then we're not robbing them of a revenue stream. And, if they have any issues, we could always reach some sort of settlement with them."

Sarah's eyes widened. "A longer period? I don't think you realize the sums involved."

"We put our son through private college," said Jackie. "We know."

"Much good did it do us," Scott grumbled under his breath.

"But it's more than even that," said Sarah.

"I wasn't saying we'd pay you twenty-six times the cost of these two weeks, but I'm guessing you don't need that. I was thinking enough to cover your shortfall in State funding and some more to make sure you are comfortable. And we're not expecting you to be... available... to us all the time. Would that work?"

"And you still have the other funding, plus what we have already saved," Jess reminded Sarah.

Sarah seemed torn. Scott had gotten to know her pretty well in the last few days, and he guessed that she was dealing with some powerful, and maybe contradictory, emotions.

He decided to speak up. "Listen, I own a business. I've had some crazy offers to sell. Jackie and I, we were... we were thinking of retiring."

Jackie picked up the conversation. "As for me, I spent most of my adult life striving to become a partner at my firm. And I did it. But... but now I'm wondering if it was simply the achievement that was motivating me. Now that I've done it, well, the fires of ambition have kinda dampened. I... I was thinking of spending more time with Scott."

"And," Scott continued, "we were both thinking of spending some of our time doing what we have been doing with you two over the last few days. Not all the time, of course. But every now and again. Let's call it our hobby. And we both agree that there is no one we'd rather have as regular playmates more than you two. We wouldn't be too demanding of your time, promise."

Sarah was still silent, but also giving outward indications of inner frustration, anger even. Jess hugged her more closely.

Scott wanted to reach the young woman, to reassure her. He turned to Jackie. "And, well, we like Massachusetts. We'd thought about buying a retirement home up here. We... and I know this might be too much... we could provide you with accommodation as well. Separate if you like, maybe a guest house, or something. Then we could spend time together when you felt like it, and when you were free. No demands, no obligation. We could be... friends maybe. If that's a really bad idea, then I'm sure we can reach some other arrangement."

The two young women exchanged a glance. Jess whispered in Sarah's ear. Sarah whispered back, she was now giving off vibes of annoyance.

More positively, Jessica said, "You'd kinda be our sugar mommy and daddy, right?"

Jackie smiled. "Kinda, yeah." Looking at her husband, she added, "But maybe let's leave any quasi-parental language out of this, shall we? Let's call it friends, like Scott said."

The older woman looked back at Sarah, who appeared to be engaged in some internal battle. The young blonde frowned, and then she exploded. Maybe it had all been too much for her to deal with.

"So... so you think - just because I've had some bad luck - that you can make us - what? - your indentured servants, your sex-slaves? Who the fucking Hell do you one-percenters think you are?"

Scott blurted out, "No, no it's not..." But Jackie silenced him with a look.

"I get it, Sarah, believe me. But, just like Scott said, it's not like that. We like you both. I'd give you the money you need right now, no strings attached, if I thought there was any chance of you accepting it."

The defiant look on Sarah's face seemed to be crumbling ever so slightly. Jackie reflected that her suspicion the young woman was just overwhelmed was probably correct. She gave Sarah a moment and then spoke further.

"But I understand hurt, and I understand pride. That's why Scott and I are making you - you both incidentally - this offer. It's not charity..." Jackie looked at Jess and added, "Small 'c' of course."

Turning back to Sarah, she went on. "Think of it as a business proposal. A good one, Sarah. My judgement is you don't have a stupid bone in your body. Take a good decision now."

Sarah stared at Jackie. "You're... you're making it more psychologically acceptable... you're trying to seal the deal. It's your attorney mind tricks. It's..."

Jackie cut her off. "As I said, not a stupid bone in your body. But ask yourself, why am I doing all that?"

Jess moved her head closer to her girlfriend, and said, "They are just trying to help. You helped them, right? And we need help, don't we?"

Jackie stood up. "Rationalize it however you like. At one end we are being altruistic. At the other we are being manipulative. But I can see a win-win deal when it is presented to me. I think you can too."

Moving to stand next to Scott, and taking his hand, she added, "And we do owe you. And we do like you. And, frankly - showing you all my cards - the offer stands whether or not you want anything to do with me and Scott. I hope you will take it. And I also hope we can continue to see each other, but the choice is yours, of course."

Maybe being unable to resist a final, lawyerly summation, Jackie said, "You saved Scott. We just want to help. We want to see you two regularly, but it's not a deal-breaker, if you don't feel the same. But, if you are OK with all that, then the rest is just details. What do you think?"

Sarah looked into Jess's eyes, and it seemed that an understanding passed between them. Sarah took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. As she did, some of the tension also left her body. Standing up, she threw her arms around Jackie and squeezed hard.

When she eventually stepped back, Sarah said, "I think we'd like that."

"I think that we'd like that a lot," confirmed Jessica with the broadest of smiles.

Then both young women extended an arm, each offering to shake hands with Scott and Jackie.

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— Epilogue —

July, Four Years Later

'Sarah E. Johnson M. D.'

The gleaming white coat Sarah now held was embroidered with her hard-earned title. "It's lovely. Thank you so much for this, and for... well... everything," she said to Jess.

"I hope you like it, I bought five," replied her partner. "You know, all that blood, gore, icky squishy green goo." She wrinkled her nose in mock disgust. "Are you still terrified?" she asked.

"Of starting my residency? Yeah, totally. But I know I have you. And... to be honest, I'm even more scared about Saturday."

"Of getting married?" asked Jessica, a look of sudden worry on her face.

"No, silly. Of course not. You pretending to be the blonde one?" Sarah laughed. "Not getting married. That's going to be wonderful. But the speeches...?" She mimed putting a noose around her neck and pulling it tight, complete with a lolling tongue.

"No one is even going to be listening," Jess assured her. "They'll all just be wowed by how beautiful you are. Well maybe not like that," she added as Sarah repeated her gallows grimace.

"Anyway," Jessica continued, "my speech is going to be short and sweet, no drama."

"I know," said Sarah. "I'm jealous. I'm the gabby one, with the vocab as big as a planet. People will... I dunno... expect me to be... eloquent."

"Not on your wedding day, they won't. They'll expect you to be happy. Blissfully, deliriously happy to be marrying such a flawless and amazing woman as me."

Jess giggled as Sarah tickled her. "Will you ever grow up, Doctor Johnson?" she asked between her squeals.

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Their vows were going to be exchanged on the large lawn separating Sarah and Jess's house from the main one. While conceptually a guest house, the girls' place was larger than many single family homes. As for Scott and Jackie's accommodation, maybe a small mansion was the term.

Sarah and Jess had picked out their identical dresses together. Neither had wanted to upstage the other, though both secretly believed that their partner looked better in them. In truth, both were equally stunning.

Sarah had never known her parents. Jess's had actively decided that they didn't want to know her after she explained to them her sexual preferences.

But neither woman now felt their absence, or indeed any sadness or regret. They knew just how lucky they were, and that they had all they needed. As they walked down the aisle formed by temporary seating, Scott was at Sarah's side, and Jackie at Jessica's.

The actual ceremony was short, non-religious, and very emotional. Both Sarah and Jessica cried while listening to what the other had written. When the judge, who had become a friend of the four, announced, "The brides may kiss each other," there was thunderous applause from the fifty or so guests.

And so on to speeches. Sarah went first, and - despite her nervousness - she spoke well, then she did most things she cared about well.

The final thing she said was: "I've left the most important thanks to last. Scott and Jackie, can you please both stand up?"

They stood awkwardly, neither having expected this development, wondering what Sarah might say.

She kept it short. "I don't think Jess and I can ever adequately thank you for what you have done for us both. You are wonderful people and the best friends ever."

Jess's speech was over as quickly as she had promised. She had left the heavy lifting to her new wife. She didn't call out Scott and Jackie, but when she had finished speaking, Jessica went to hug each of them in turn. She didn't need words.

Next was something that Scott had prepared for: reading messages from people who could not attend. As he rose, Scott needed to wipe his eyes briefly, but managed to compose himself. He took a card out of his pocket and put it on the top of the pile of notes.

Clearing his throat, he looked around the assembled attendees. "It's lovely to see you all here, on Sarah and Jess's special day. But, inevitably, there were some with prior commitments, or who were unable to travel. So I'm going to read out their greetings for them."

Scott paused again, trying to suppress a smile. Then he held out the first card. "Well, I guess these people are shy. It says you'll know who sent it."

Scott looked at the newly-weds as he spoke, finding the questioning etched on their faces amusing. "It says, 'Congratulations to the happy couple. We all miss you, and want to wish you both every happiness for your lives together.'"

Scott raised his eyes to the crowd. "Isn't that nice?"

Looking back at the card, he continued, "And it's signed..." he paused... "Well it's initialled at least. It's from 'W., B., and B.'"

Only one other person present understood why Sarah and Jessica suddenly burst out laughing.

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If you enjoyed this story, you might like my erotic action / adventure novella, By The Horns, too. It's an homage to treasure hunting movies and video games, and features a female adventurer and a female archaeologist who very much enjoy each other's company, and the company of others, both human and mythical.

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Endnotes

Thanks, as always, to my good friend, Djmac1031, for reading as I wrote, and then editing when I stopped.

Thanks also StillStunned for providing his invaluable perspective on the crucial, final few paragraphs.

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