It Takes Two

This is part nine of the Friends series. Each story can be read independently, but the characters and plot line make much more sense if you have read the earlier parts. The series tracks the growth, personally, professionally, and sexually, of a group of friends, all in their mid-twenties. Alan and Lisa are a young married couple. Audrey and Tim were just engaged and are Alan and Lisa's best friends.

This story starts the morning after Tim had brought an adult couples game to dinner the night before, which had led to a sexually active evening in the dining room for the four friends. Audrey and Tim were spending the night because they were moving apartments and didn't have one that was appropriate for sleeping in.

As with most of the chapters, this part is told from Lisa's perspective. It is also a return to Exhibitionism and Voyeurism as a category. This one is also relatively long.

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I wake up to Alan waving a cup of coffee in front of me. He is wearing his bathrobe. I grab the cup, take a sip, and ask, "What's up, Alan? Is everything okay?"

"I have an emergency level of horniness, that's all. I really want to fuck you."

"Well, you did bribe me with coffee. Let me drink a little more of this and then you can start by licking my pussy."

I enjoy a few sips of the coffee and then rotate around so my legs are facing him. He sheds his robe and crouches down with his torso on the bed and his head between my legs. And he begins to lick.

I always start slowly in the morning. Alan knows that and is starting slowly himself, patiently ramping up the intensity. The effort is paying off; my libido is waking up and I start to respond, moaning softly. My moans are rewarded with an increase in the stimulation he gives, increasing my moans. This virtuous cycle soon has me moaning loudly until my climax is announced with a short sharp shriek. Loud enough, I bet, to wake up our guests in the other bedroom.

Alan is now amped up beyond control. He climbs up on the bed over top of me to give me a passionate kiss. I can taste my own pussy on his lips. He reaches down with one hand and gropes a boob and pinches its nipple. He stops kissing long enough to say, "I want you, I need you now."

He pulls his hips back, positioning the tip of his cock at my pussy. I reach a hand down and guide the shaft in, easily sliding it between my wet lips. He is eager enough, he is not going to take long. I leave my hand down in my pussy, rubbing my clit, not wanting to be left behind. He is driving in and out of me; my cunt grasps his cock on each exit, trying to prevent the escape, only to be rewarded a moment later by the return of its desire.

We are both grunting loudly now, and neither of will last long. Alan announces his release first with a loud low moan. He is still feverishly pumping in and out of me as he fills my cunt. His fervor has fallen, but he is still stroking in and out when I reach my second orgasm a minute later. I am quieter this time, but this felt good. My cunt is still clutching his withering penis, when he finally pulls out of me.

Just then, I start to hear moaning and groaning coming from the next bedroom. And squeaks of the bed. We really should fix that bed to be quieter. And I guess we did wake them up. They have woken me up two of the last three Sundays, so this is only fair.

Alan heads in for his shower. I briefly consider joining him, but I am sated for the morning. And I still have my bribe sitting on the night stand. I sit up and grab the cup. The coffee is no longer piping hot, but we were quick enough that it is still a nice drinking temperature.

I sit in bed, drinking my coffee, listening to the sounds of the ecstasy of my best friends in the next room over. I think about the game Tim had brought to dinner last night. It was a sex game he had ordered online, one that he thought fit well with the rules the four of us had agreed to.

For most of the game, all four of us were nude and had to regularly do penalties with someone else, frequently our partner, but occasionally a person from the other couple. The penalties ranged from relatively innocuous like kissing, hugging and rubbing shoulders to Tim eating out his fiancé Audrey and Alan fucking me at the end of game. Little of the real action was cross-couple; we don't allow cross-couple intercourse, so that was off-limits anyway. My most intimate moments were when Tim caressed my ass and when I caressed Audrey's while Alan sucked on my nipples.

Alan was so horny after the game, that I had to give him a blow job so we could go to sleep. And he apparently was still horny enough this morning to need wake me up.

I have finished my coffee now and it sounds like our guests have finished their romp as well. I grab my kimono and go out to the kitchen. I think it is a two cup morning. I will shower a little later.

As I come by the guest suite, Audrey is coming out. She didn't even bother putting anything on. "I thought I smelled coffee," she says.

I put an arm around her waist and we walk out together, in search of the liquid of life. We sit at the kitchen table with our now full cups. Her pussy, always open and luscious, is now in full bloom, obviously having just been fucked. By Tim's massive cock no less.

"Did you mean to wake us up?" she asks.

"You two seemed to enjoy my wake-up call. It was not my idea though. Alan was so horny this morning, he woke me up with a bribe of coffee and a demand for sex. Thursday mornings are going to be interesting for a while I think."

"And it could have been much more interesting than it was," she says, "We barely did anything cross-couple and we had just started on the interesting cards when you two started fucking."

"We were at least fucking because of the rules of the game," Alan says. He had just come in, fully dressed. He gives me a kiss then walks over to Audrey, giving her a kiss and a hand in her pussy. She rubs his cock through his pants.

"Hey, not allowed until Tim is in here!" I say. "A rule's a rule."

"Spoil sport," Audrey says.

"Just what was she spoiling?" Tim asks, also arriving, now dressed in just jeans and a tee.

"They were getting kind of handsy in their morning greeting," I say, tattling on them.

"In one sense, I can't blame Alan when she looks as inviting as she does sitting there," Tim says, "But he needs to remember that I know karate and jealousy can be a powerful motivator."

We all laugh.

Alan has a cinnamon roll and his mandatory fresh fruit, while Tim just has a cinnamon roll before they are both off, Alan to work and Tim to pack up his apartment. They both usually head to work earlier than Audrey or I do. We work together and I am driving us both in this morning. Audrey and I are having dinner together this evening and then I will help her unpack into their new apartment so they can stay there tonight. Alan now works late on Thursdays and Tim has aikido, so we make it a girl's night most Thursdays.

"You want the shower first?" I ask Audrey.

"I guess so," she says, standing up. "I did tell Tim about our fun with my goody drawer. That's what actually started us up last night, which I suspect you heard."

"I was giving Alan a blow job when the sounds came through, to be honest. But he was just still amped up by the game. I think it is the first time he has been naked in front of a woman other than me in years. Since before me. Maybe ever"

Audrey has come the long way around the table and is now standing next to me. She reaches down and kisses me passionately. I kiss her back. She reaches under my kimono and starts to finger my pussy. I start to stroke her exposed labia.

Then I stop and say, "We have work to get to. Go take your shower. If we get in early, we can leave early and get more time to make your apartment livable before tonight."

She stands back up and sticks her tongue out at me and then starts to walk away, swaying her hips and ass in an exaggerated fashion. Just before she turns the corner, she stops, legs wide apart and bends over to wave at me looking back through her legs. As she stands, she runs her hand through her pussy and then licks her fingers, just before she disappears around the corner.

God, she is insatiable. She was just fucked by Tim not half an hour ago. Not counting twice more last night, less than ten hours ago. No wonder Tim says she will be the death of him.

I clean up from breakfast and then head back into my bedroom. No need to attract another walk by seduction while still wearing my kimono. When I hear the guest shower turn off, I start mine. I would love to soak for a while, but I also want to get into work. I am soon dried, dressed, and ready to go. Audrey is already waiting for me, in her prim and proper work attire.

On the way out to the car, Audrey says, "I have an idea for Michelle. I want to try challenging her with devising a spin plan for the transition from the old partners to us. Try to turn the possible negative perception of losing that vast experience into a positive."

"Do you think she will go for it?"

"She definitely has an ego and likes to show off where she can. And she really is good at understanding spin and working PR. That is why she is so valuable to cities when they are facing a crisis. I hope getting her to focus on how to use her genius for things for the company itself. That might put her mindset into working for the company's good."

"Let's hope it works"

After a while, I say, "What do we want to do with lunch today. I don't have a great need to have a private talk with you at this point -- we do get dinner tonight too. We could invite Marty or Michelle or both or just skip lunch altogether. Maybe eat at our desks and leave even earlier to get more unpacking done?"

"Let's go for that last option unless Michelle wants lunch today."

I dig back into the sales leads. I am starting to find my list of top targets. I am about to go check with Marty about his thoughts when Audrey pops back in. "Let's go for a walk."

Once outside, she says how things with Michelle went, "She asked me to apologize to you for her. She is working on how to spin this. I suspect either Marty had another talk with her or she realized on her own that she was endangering her promotions with her jack-assery. My bet is on the latter; Marty is giving each of us enough rope to save ourselves if we can."

"I wonder if Marty anointing you as the likely heir to the throne was to set up issues like this. You have some influence and start to build yourself as the leader of our group and he can watch how the dynamics work out. Did Marty foresee this issue and hope you would handle it? If so, you just passed a test with flying colors."

"The flying colors is still up in the air. She could swing back again. I just don't know how to read her yet."

"Why don't we grab lunch to go while we are out, to not signal that something is going on," Audrey suggests.

I grab a salad and an apple and eat them at my desk while I finalize my list of suggested leads to follow and write it up in a message to Marty. Shortly after I hit send, Marty sticks his head in.

"Got a minute," he asks.

"I assume this is about my list."

"Yeah, why not pursue Brunswick?"

"They need broad help, but no one area is really crucial. That makes committing to any single project a hard sell. And they can't afford to work on everything at once."

"Hmm. And why Salem? They are doing reasonably by all accounts."

"They have the resources to do more. And they have some areas that have real potential, ripe for revitalization or economic development. And if we can improve the city's situation, they may grow fast enough to need consulting on adjusting their processes for a bigger city."

"Hmm."

"Did I screw this up? Am I wrong on those?"

"No, I absolutely agree with you on both. And you had good reasons for both decisions. Out of curiosity, what was your next choice if you had given me one more?"

"Norton."



"Excellent, my list had Norton as the last one, but I considered it essentially a tie with Johnson. So swap those two, our lists were identical."

I start breathing again.

"Keep up the good work. While I am here, I hear the four of you are having lunch together tomorrow. What are you looking for?"

"Audrey and I had discussed some preliminary thoughts about the future, but we didn't want to go any further without the other two. I had lunch with Michelle yesterday and she added a bunch more ideas. I am hoping we can come to some common understanding tomorrow among the four of us. And then I would hope we could bring you into the discussions."



"How did the discussion with Michelle go?"

"It was awkward for a while, but we ended up having a very productive discussion in the end."

"Thanks. You have a knack for leaving key elements out that I can guess on my own. It's what I wanted to know."

"Audrey had a good talk with her this morning and has her working on a spin for the generational turnover. I bet she comes up with something good."

"That's a good bet. Thanks for all your insights. And think of what pitch we want to use for approaching each of the five top targets. And since five and six seem to be a tie, do we approach four, five or six of them. Any why."

I can't wait for the end of the day so I can talk to Audrey about this. I hope nothing happens to Michelle out of this. She will definitely blame me.

I set to work writing on my thoughts on how to approach the top sales targets. This almost feels like being back in school, being given homework. Except, this is not purely academic; I really will be trying to approach these municipalities to sell to them. That last one is a really good question. I will have to think about it. Maybe ask Audrey if she has any ideas.

I finally go over to Audrey's office to see if she is ready to leave. She is and we head out to my car.

"What do we want to do for dinner? The apartment is in no shape to cook in yet," Audrey asks.

"I would love a good burger tonight. RiRa's or Sam's?"

"RiRa's is a little too rowdy for me tonight, but I could go for Sam's. Do you mind if we stop off first to change and then go? After three days of no bra, this torture device is particularly annoying today."

"We'll park at your new apartment and let you get changed and then walk over to Sam's."

"Sounds like a plan."

And then I change the subject, saying, "I had an interesting conversation with Marty this afternoon. He asked about our lunch tomorrow and what the goal was. Then about yesterday's lunch with Michelle. I tried to describe it as positively as I could, but you know Marty. He said something like he learns more from what I don't say in my stories than what I do. Like your sense about what he has guessed about our Saturday evenings, I think he knows exactly how that lunch went. I did tell him you had her working on the spin for the transition. I couldn't read what he thought about that."

"Not giving away information was one of the things he wanted me to work on. He seems to be able to read my mind almost at will. But he can be completely opaque to me when he wants to be," Audrey replies. "If he asks me how our Wednesday night games are going, I will really freak."

She continues, "And thinking of Marty, Tim and I were thinking about next Friday or Saturday night for dinner with him. Are you and Alan interested in coming? Marty said Tim could bring you for protection."

"Friday sounds better, but I will check with Alan. Next Saturday is a movie night, Alan's choice I think, so that could work too. I think a show week would be a bad idea."

When we get to her new apartment, it is full of boxes to unpack. No wonder she didn't want to stay here last night.

"We need to make this livable enough that Tim and I can manage overnight tonight. And we need to clear enough room, so his stuff can get moved in tomorrow. Otherwise I might just have moved most of the boxes into the second bedroom/study/office. His bed and the other bedroom furniture he has will go in there along with his desk."

Audrey starts peeling off her work clothes as she speaks.

Then she says, with some urgency in her voice, "Come over here."

I step over and she wraps an arm around me, pulls me close, and gives me a passionate kiss. I return her affections, with my arms around her, rubbing the bare skin on her back. But she pushes me away. I momentarily wonder what is up until I realize she has started to unbutton my blouse. I slide off my slacks as she reaches around and unclasps my bra.

We are soon back to hugging, now skin on skin, and kissing. She pulls away from my mouth and starts kissing her way down my neck and onto my chest until she reaches a nipple. As she suckles my tit, she reaches a hand down and starts to stroke my mound. Soon a finger is in my slit, feeling the dampness that is quickly accumulating.

I am now moaning softly. I take one of my hands and slide it into her pussy, already sopping wet. I find her clit just as she finds mine. Neither of us take long to reach a climax. As our bodies calm, we each wrap both our arms around the other. We stand in the middle of the room, naked, hugging.

Audrey breaks the silence, saying, "Okay, appetizer is over, let's get some dinner and then tackle all this mess."

She pulls on a panty, jeans and a tee, no bra as I put my work clothes back on, still lying on the floor around me. We walk over to Sam's. The burger does hit the spot for me and the side salad makes me feel not too guilty. Audrey gets a grilled chicken sandwich and fries. How she can eat fries and stay as skinny as she is, I have no idea. And never in the gym. I guess all that sexual energy burns a lot of calories.

Three hours of solid work by the two of us and the apartment is getting into much better shape. Tim gets there and helps for the last hour of it. When I am beat and ready to leave, I say, "Audrey has another story to tell you about us tonight."

She says, "Yeah, we kissed and hugged. Oh I guess I should tell you I wasn't wearing this," as she peels off her tee. "And come to think of it, I wasn't wearing these either," as she drops her jeans. "Nor these," as she pulls down her panty.

I wave bye and head out the door. I can hear her going on, "And my hand was in her pussy. And if you come over here, I will show you where her hand was. Yeah, put your hand -"

That was the last part I could hear as I shut the door and went out to my car. As much fun as it would be watching, I don't think I am supposed to watch Tim without Alan. And I am exhausted.

Even though the drive is only a few blocks, by the time I park at our condo and get in the door, I can really feel the three hours of work. As I realize how tired I am, my first thought isat least this should count as a trip to the gym. Then I think about my summer working on renovating the hotel. This would have been a typical half day. I really need to get to the gym a lot more. I am only twenty-three, I shouldn't be falling apart this quickly.

As I walk in the door, Alan says, "God you look awful. You okay?"

"Just tired after moving boxes and bending over to get stuff out. I really need to do more general workouts at the gym."

I collapse in a chair in the kitchen.

"Can I get you a tea or something?" he asks.

"A nice cup of tea would be great. Then some company until I am ready for bed, which won't be long."



"I take it there was no time for extracurricular fun with Audrey then?"

"Oh, we had dessert first. She grabbed me while she was getting changed before we went to dinner. We kissed and then she stripped me. We hugged and felt each other up, giving each a simple orgasm," I say.

"Sounds very matter of fact when you tell it like that."

I laugh, saying, "Well Audrey had a bit more lively telling to Tim. As I was leaving, she was demonstrating, first by stripping, then showing him where I had my hand, by placing his hand there. That's all the further they got before I was out the door."

"So I lose?"

"I can give you a hug, but I am too wiped for much more than that. Besides between last night and this morning, do you have anything left?"

"Not really, I was walking funny all morning. But last night was fun wasn't it. Maybe fun isn't exactly the right word. Exciting is closer, but doesn't quite capture it either. I don't know whether I am looking more to Saturday night or next Wednesday more right now."

"I can guarantee you are going to like Saturday. We planned out the show a few days ago. You are DEFINITELY going to enjoy that," I tell him.

"How did things go with your Michelle issue?" he asks.

"Audrey seems to have settled it, but Marty came by, and, as usual, he seems to have guessed everything that happened. I trust that, if need be, he will handle it in a way that leaves me and Audrey out of it.

"Thinking of Marty, he wanted to take Audrey and Tim out to dinner, so he can meet Tim. He also said they can bring us if Tim wants protection. Are you interested?" I ask, "Audrey is looking at next Friday or maybe Saturday."



"Sounds good. I can do either. Thinking about Saturday's, are you and Audrey doing a girl's day this week? Do you want to come by the office and play pool?"

"I had forgotten all about that with everything else that has been going on. Yeah, I will ask Audrey about it -- I want to go clothes shopping with her anyway. Are you going to work Saturday?"

"I will if you are off with Audrey, so letting you use the table is easy."

"I will talk to Audrey about it tomorrow. How was your day?"

"It looks like we are going to form a jointly owned subsidiary to do the travel agent. Tentative plans are that Graham and I will match our Zardoz duties and titles at the sub. Our partner will supply a marketing VP and probably our head of operations, which is good. I know nothing about running a consumer facing data center.

"But I am getting a founders' shares of this subsidiary, probably 2.5%. But I am guessing that if this succeeds, we are looking at maybe another 50 million here."



"Everyone else needs money, how come it keeps landing in our lap when we don't?" I say.

We finish our tea and hold hands on our way back to bed, both very tired. We snuggle in bed for only a few minutes before we are both sound asleep, my head still on his chest.

I am woken by his shower. I rest for a few more minutes, then wrap my kimono around me and come out for my coffee and a light breakfast with Alan before he heads off to work. After he is gone, I put on my workout clothes and head to the gym. Today, I spend 10 minutes on a rowing machine before my usual half hour on a stationary bike.

When I see Audrey come in, I pop over to tell her that we are interested in either Friday or Saturday next week for dinner with Marty. The rest of the morning is routine. I send Marty the rationales and approaches he had been asking for. I decided to say to pursue four for now, adding the other two more if and when one of the first four drop off. I am starting to prep for both of my trips next week when Audrey pops in and says "Time for lunch."

On the way out, Audrey tells me that dinner will be Friday at Antonio's.

"Antonio's? I don't know that one."



"It's Marty's go to, I guess. It's downtown. He said it is suit and tie for men, dresses for women, but beyond that it's not stuffy. I guess it is expensive, but he's paying. I didn't ask if he is expensing this one. My accounting side expects so."

"Oh, do you want to do a girls' day tomorrow?" I ask, "I would love to have you help me pick a few outfits that are classy but show more skin than my wardrobe does. And I guess something for Friday with Marty. I will tell you what, I will buy you a new dress for Friday too -- call it an engagement gift. And Alan says he can get us in to play pool at Zardoz Labs sometime tomorrow too."



"That sounds like a GREAT day!" she says.

"And then of course, we have our show. So a great ending to a great day."

"What are you two plotting back there?" Michelle asks.

"We are having a girls' day tomorrow, shopping and then Audrey is going to teach me some pool," I say.

By now, we are at the lounge and we sit at a larger table than our usual.

"Who wants to start us off?" I ask.

"Why don't you," Michelle says.

I cannot tell if her tone was snark or just trying to be supportive. I am really hoping this is going to go better than Wednesday's lunch.

"I would love to see the four of us meet at least weekly. Until the move to partner is known within the company, it probably needs to be a lunch meeting away from the office. I could see us inviting Marty to these, but for the time being I think just the four of us should meet once a week to find a common vision of where we want the company to go, the culture we want to instill, et cetera."

"We should all remember that our promotions are likely, but we are all still on probation towards that point," Audrey adds.

"Does anyone like taking notes and getting them organized? Someone should do that," Javi says.

"I can do that if no one else wants to," Audrey offers.

"Audrey and I had a brief discussion last week, after she was told, and we came up with some ideas. Then Michelle like tripled that when I had lunch with her Wednesday."

I start to rattle off the ideas I remember. Michelle and Audrey both correct and expand my memory of our earlier discussions. Javi is soon chiming in with clarifying questions, elaborations, and wholly new ideas of his own. Everyone has long since finished their food when we seem to run out of steam.

"I thought this was great! We should all think about these and next week we can see if we want to revise this or if we want to take any of it to Marty," Audrey says, "I will write these up and send them to the three of you."

"Thanks for a good discussion," Michelle says.

"Thanks for including me," Javi says, "My work with citizen activism is not as core and is much harder for municipalities to justify than economic development or your work, Lisa. And both Michelle and Audrey are as much firefighting as pro-active in most cases."



"But some municipalities understand the importance of your work," Audrey says, "Or at least the mayors understand that it can be good PR for their reelection."

"Okay, we should get back to work before Eddie really starts feeling left out," I say.

"Can I talk with you on the walk back," Michelle asks me, letting the other two get ahead of us.

"Sure," I say, "What's up?"

"First, I do want to apologize personally. I was being really shitty to you on Wednesday."

"I know you were just very emotional."

"That's not an excuse. I, of all of us, should understand that you can't do anything in that tone. But I mostly wanted to tell you that I am taking your advice. I found a rec basketball league that's co-ed and there is a team who needs another woman on their roster. I haven't been out with my old 'friends' since before our lunch. That already feels better and my first ball game is Sunday afternoon. So thanks as much as I'm sorry."

"Thanks for letting me know. Co-ed, huh. Maybe you can kill three birds with that one stone!"

"Oh, and Marty came by late yesterday," she says, "He asked me about the lunch. He said you said I had lots of good ideas. I made some comment about it taking us a while to get on the same page. But I feel like I might as well have given him a transcript. I swear he knows exactly what happened. But thanks for putting in a good word about me."

"Marty is almost spooky the way he can see what we are trying to hide. He once told me that the most interesting parts of the stories I tell him are the parts I leave out."

That was a good discussion. And I do feel better with what Michelle said. Half of it may be playing up to me for Marty's sake, but it still felt nice.

I do more prep work for next week's two trips. And Marty has sent me back a response to my thoughts on sales approaches and the four, five, or six question. He overall likes what I said, but points out somethings I had not thought about. Good feedback.

I'm tired, so I head out a bit early and actually beat Alan home. I have changed into more comfortable clothes, but something suitable for a casual dinner out, since I assume he is not cooking starting now. I am just finishing getting dressed when I hear him come in the door. He looks tired.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I was just getting used to being CTO for one company and now I have to do it for two. It can be a lot. And we had a bit of a fight between Graham and our partner today about the general strategy we want the subsidiary to use. It's not really surprising because the two companies have different goals in mind. We want to use the subsidiary to generate as much positive buzz as possible. They are providing the data and want to start making as much money as possible as soon as possible. We want to build as much long term customer loyalty as possible, at the cost of short term revenue. We settled on agreeing on a deal that will make them the exclusive booking agent for two years. So we transfer some of the revenue stream from the sub, where it would be shared, directly to them."

"I can see the tension. Seems like a good compromise."

"Graham worked it out. So how did your big lunch go? Then no more work talk for the evening."

"It went really well. A good discussion with the four of us all participating. And Michelle was nice to me. She is even taking some of my advice. Oh and Friday dinner next week with Marty, Audrey and Tim. Antonio's downtown. Suit and tie for you. Audrey and I are going to look for dresses for the dinner tomorrow morning. So what's the plan for dinner?"

"Tito's?"

"Sure, do you want to change first?"

"No, I can go like this."

We walk over to Tito's for our usual pizza and beverage. As dinner is ending, he says, "In St. Johns, do you want to stay directly in a resort, within walking distance of a resort (meaning restaurants) or get a place that is more isolated?"

"How often do you want to cook?"

"I can cook some, but I want to relax and enjoy some too, so maybe half the lunches and dinners out?"

"We can probably manage to drive for those I guess. We just can't drink as much when we do."



"We will have to keep beverages in the villa then. So it sounds like isolated is the winner. That was my guess, but I wanted to give you the option. How long do you want to stay?"

"Four or five nights, I guess. Part of me just wants to say forever, but that's not realistic and even it becomes so next year, I wouldn't actually want to give up my career. Nor do I think you would either."

"Okay, when we get home, I have some tabs open in the browser on my laptop with possible places. We can look at those and try to get a booking."



"I should probably confirm my days off with work before we book, but we could book Monday morning then. Hopefully our choice doesn't get taken this weekend."

We walk back to the condo, hand in hand. I am feeling very relaxed and loving. Life really is good right now. Once home, we look at the options Alan had found. We settle on a small villa (two bedrooms -- one more than we need, but oh well). It is high on the hill side above a private little patch of sand. There is a pool at the house and gorgeous views out towards the British Virgins.

The planned trip is only four weeks away, overlapping labor day weekend. I am already getting excited about it. We settled on five nights. It is hurricane season, but we can hope.

Alan then says, "I think we should try to make another movie. Not the one we had planned for next, I understand that. How many people did you fantasize watching your bath? Would you want to include that?"

"I had that fantasy the weekend we first watched our movie, when you suddenly had to work all day. I had read an erotic short story about a woman who was watched taking her bath. I imagined you and Tim and Audrey and Mary watching me. And it was all being recorded on cameras. I don't think we can get Mary up for it anytime soon, but it might be interesting to film you and Audrey and Tim watching me like that."

"I was thinking of using that in the middle of the movie, but it would actually be recorded a different time than the rest of the movie. I was thinking with starting with eating you out while you lie on the bed, and then I fuck you and cum in you. Then we cut to the bath scene. After the bath, I would put the butt plug in you and then we come back on the bed, where I fuck you doggie style with the plug in, then again anally, since you liked that so much earlier this week. I will have to think through the camera angles and things. I had thought briefly about filming it next Friday, but dinner with Marty rules that out. Maybe the Friday after? And if you want the audience for the bath scene, we could record that before our Wednesday night game."

"That sounds wonderful," I say. I am getting wet thinking about actually filming my bath fantasy.

"Let's go fuck right now," I suggest, "Fuck then snuggle then maybe fuck again if you are recovered enough from Wednesday."

We walk back to the bedroom arm in arm, pausing twice in the short distance for a passionate kiss. We are soon naked and in bed. I push him onto his back and climb on top of him and we kiss passionately. I then slide down, kissing him as I go, stopping for a while at his chest, where I give both nipples a good workout. Then on down to his cock, which i slide my mouth over as soon as I reach it. I give a few strokes up and down and then pop off to lick up and down the underside of his shaft. Then it's back to using my whole mouth up and down a few more times, before I come off again, this time to tease the tip with my tongue. I alternate using my whole mouth with a more directed, limited use of my tongue, soon adding my hand to the up and down stroking.

Before he can get too uncomfortable, he pushes me off, rolls me over and starts to lick my pussy. Slowly, methodically. This is not a race to the finish, it is an attempt to lengthen the journey, while still arriving at the destination. By the time the destination is in sight, he picks up his pace and adds some fingers in my cunt. It does not take long after that for my first orgasm of the night to arrive. I hope there will be many more.

I roll him face up again and straddle his midsection and slowly lower my self, feeling his cock impaling me. I start rocking my hips slowly, almost matching his earlier pace licking my pussy. He reaches up and grabs my tits, squeezing them and pinching and pulling my nipples. My rocking is becoming faster; my moan, which started just after the impalement, is becoming louder, needier. Soon my moans have morphed into rapid high pitched squeals. The rock of my hips is becoming more furious. I reach my hand into my pussy. A few moments after I find my clit, my orgasm arrives.

But he remains in control of himself, slowly thrusting in and out of me. Once I have calmed down from my second orgasm, he gently nudges me to turn around. I rotate on his pole, now facing his feet, my ass towards his face. If I lean down, this position gives him the best visual as he can watch his cock slide in and out of my pussy.

I am determined to get him off this time, so I am more frenetic with my pace. He reaches up and starts massaging my backside, kneading my butt. That is feeling very good. He is now spreading my cheeks as he does it. I have reached a hand down to my clit again. This is feeling too good. Suddenly I feel a thumb push into my ass. That is all I can handle, and I cum again. This is the most powerful of my orgasms tonight.

I insist on staying atop him for a few minutes, my convulsing cunt grabbing and releasing his cock, still firm and still all the way in me.

He finally pushes me forward onto my hands and knees and enters me from behind. He is now in control of the pace and it is a frantic one. He has used all his control on not cumming in the first two positions. He is not going to last long. I am too close to my last orgasm to build a new one, but too far to chain them, so I let him go on his own. He grunts loudly when his release comes, and just keeps pumping more and more of his special nectar into my pussy.

When he finally calms and pulls out of me, he collapses on his back next to me. I climb over onto him and begin to kiss him passionately. I relax onto his chest for a minute, then he pulls me back up and we kiss for a while longer. Finally, we feel sated, and I slide off to his side, snuggled up to him. Just as I am feeling like I am settling in, he says, "We may want to shift around before we get too comfy."

I realize we are lying diagonally across the bed, with our heads near the foot. We both start laughing and we manage to get ourselves turned and comfortable without ever letting go.

We lie snuggled together for maybe half an hour, each stroking the other, sometimes erotically, sometimes comfortingly, but always sensually. I ask, "Are you ready for some more?"

"I will probably need some help getting ready."

So I shift around and put my mouth around his mostly soft penis and start working the end with my tongue. Before long, I have a rigid cock in my mouth and he is starting to thrust into my mouth. I add a hand to my stroking and he is starting to moan. He pulls on my legs to swing them around, and soon my pussy is over his hungry mouth.

His tongue quickly finds my clit. No slow and methodical now, He is working hard to get me off quickly. He puts three fingers into my cunt, reaching in to stroke my g-spot, much as the vibrator did under Audrey's control on Monday. His other hand is again massaging my ass. But soon, he has a finger gently dragging along my butt crack, teasingly sliding by my back opening. Just as I am about to lose it, his thumb once again bursts into my ass, sending me over the top.

I lose control, flailing a bit, while his mouth sucks hard on my clit and his fingers work my g-spot. Just as I am calming back down, he loses his control and starts pumping his spunk into my mouth. I swallow as best I can and then clean up what I missed, tonguing off his declining cock.

I spin back around to put my head on his shoulder, my arm across his abdomen as he gently caresses my back. We fall asleep like this, both fully sated.

I wake up to hear Alan clattering in the kitchen. I throw my kimono on and head into the kitchen. He is already fully dressed. I give him a big hug and a kiss then pour my cup of coffee and sit at the table.

"Bennies over home fries, sausage and cinnamon toast. And fresh fruit, of course."

He hasn't made me Eggs Benedict in a while. I wouldn't want it every day, but I do love it as a change. Kind of like anal.

He says, "After breakfast, I am heading in to work. Text me when you and Audrey are on your way, and then again when you get to the parking lot and I will come let you in. The building is locked on weekends and you will need me to get you in."

We eat our breakfast and talk about St John. We had gone there for our honeymoon and, after our recent rough spell, getting back seems to be one of the final pieces to getting us fully right again. I also tell him I want to film the bathtub scene with Tim and Audrey watching.

Once he has left, I sit for a while just chilling. I finally get up and clean up from breakfast and head in to take my shower. I soak in the shower for a long time. It can be so relaxing to me. I am still drying off when I hear a knock at the door and then it open. I call out, "Audrey is that you?"

"No, it is a serial rapist," she replies.

"I'm back in the bedroom."

She comes in the bedroom just as I enter from the bathroom, stark naked.

"I like the outfit today," she snarks, looking lustfully at me.

"Alan and I made a promise that the bedroom is off limits for any activity except between us, so you are out of luck this morning. Plus save some for the show tonight."

"Spoil sport."



After a while, she speaks up again, still watching my body as I am slowly covering it up. "I think I have an itinerary for today."

"Do any of the places we are going sell bathing suits? Alan and I are going to St John next month for my birthday and to help heal. All I have are pretty conservative one pieces. I would love to get at least one pretty sexy bikini to surprise him with there."

"I think we can find something."

"Okay, all dressed. And no pouting about it. We have clothes to buy, including a dress for each of us."

Our first shop is a fancy woman's wear shop, pretty high end. The clerk asks us what we are looking for, and Audrey answers, "We each need a dress for a fancy dinner, but we want something that shows off our assets nicely, while staying just socially acceptable."

"I think I can find something for each of you." She eyes us both up and down, I assume getting a feel for our size and body shapes.

She disappears for a while and comes back with several dresses. She leads us back to a changing area. Like the lingerie shop, this is large enough for all of us, and we each try all of them on. Audrey and I have to take off our bras for any of them to fit properly.

My favorite is a bright blue gown with a deep vee in the front and a large cut out on one side most the way up my hip. It's a soft fabric and there are numerous deep pleats along each side of the neck line. On this, it should be called a belly button line, where it almost reaches. It is designed to be worn without a bra, but the support built in under those pleats keeps the girls from sagging while giving maximal cleavage.

Lisa is taken by a red slinky dress that is almost painted onto her body. It has support for her breasts, but the top and both sides are fully exposed, just barely covering her areolae. It has a thin slit all the way up to the point of her hip on each side. She looks sexy as hell in it.

"I'm afraid you will really shouldn't wear panties with that unless you want them to show," the clerk warns her.

"Oh, I like an excuse to go commando."

"We will need to make a few adjustments to each of these, especially to make it fit your breasts well," the clerk says to Audrey. "How soon do you need them?"

"The dinner is Friday night. We are each getting big promotions and the president is taking us out to meet my new fiancé," Audrey says, holding up her left hand to show off the ring.

"Sounds like an important occasion. We should be able to get them done for pickup on Thursday."



"Can you pick them up, Audrey," I ask, "I will be on the trip with Marty until they close."

"Yeah, I can do it."

"Oh, can you take a picture of this dress on me. I want to show Alan."

Audrey takes the picture, then we give the dresses to the clerk. I have Audrey send me the picture and then I text it to Alan, sayingfor dinner with Marty before I put back on my clothes.

The clerk asks, "You said first, did you have anything else I can get you?"

"She is going on a trip to St John with her husband next month and wants to surprise him with a sexy new bikini. Or two. Can you help there? And I think she needs some new very lacy panties."



"Oh, I'm pretty sure I can. You might as well take those clothes off again," she says to me.

She comes back and shows me a half dozen bikinis. I try on three of them and decide to buy two. One is definitely sexier than the other, but both are way better than any of my current suits. I will use those for lap swimming and things like that. I will surprise Alan on the first day with the more staid one, then surprise him again a day or two later with the sexier one. I also get two more black panties, one sheer, one very soft lace as well as one white lace one with lace so fine it is almost transparent.

Now I can finally get dressed for real. We go back to the cash register and settle up. Oof, this was expensive. If they don't mention the price, you should expect to pay a fortune. Good thing Alan is about to get a lot of money. And this should take care of me for any fancy dinners for a while.

"Well, that was actually much easier than I expected," I say to Audrey, "Even if more expensive than I was planning."

"You really do get something for that money. She was good at bringing us not only a selection, but exactly what we were looking for. I have never had the nerve to actually buy something there before, though."

She starts laughing. "Can you imagine Marty's face when he sees us?"

"I am also imagining you trying to keep Tim from ripping it off you from excitement when you put it on."

Our second shop is a more casual boutique. We find a nice red halter top that I can wear without a bra and a white top that emphasizes my assets nicely. We also find a nice knee length white skirt with slits up each side. Not as high as Audrey's new red dress, but still racier than anything I own.

Having finished shopping, we grab a light lunch before heading over to Zardoz. I text Alan when we get in the car and again when we park in the almost empty lot. Alan opens the door and waves us in.

There is a security guard in the lobby and Alan signs something and then leads us to the rec room. "Feel free to play as long as you want. I am pretty sure we are alone in the building other than the guard. Text me when you are done and I will escort you out. I will probably head home at the same time."

Audrey shows me the basics of properly holding the cue stick and the proper motions to strike the ball. Sometimes, she needs to lean over me to get me in the right position. It is distracting to feel her tits pushing against my back. First I am just working on hitting the cue ball smack in the center. "I will work on showing how to put spin on it eventually, but just getting good clean shots is the first goal."

Once I am hitting the cue ball cleanly consistently, she starts setting up shots. I make some, but most of my shots just miss.

"This will be our last exercise. I will break. Then you will get up to twenty shots to sink as many of the balls as you can. You can position the cue ball where you want for each shot. And I will give you an incentive. For the first ball you sink, I will take off my bra. For each of the next four made shots, I will unbutton one of the buttons on my blouse. If you sink one more ball, I will take off my panty. For any shots after that, I will expose my pussy while you are shooting. Practice for your ability to concentrate."

She racks up the balls and breaks, sending balls scattering around the table. I look at the table for a minute and find an easy shot. I place the cue ball where I want it; smack and the ball drops in the hole. Soon she is sliding her bra under her blouse and pulling it out. Her small red nipples are hard and now clearly visible through the thin cotton fabric of her blouse.

This is going to be easy, I think to myself. I line up my second shot, but the ball bounces off the edge and doesn't go in. Oh well, it left the ball right next to the hole. Easy shot now. I smack the cue and hear the satisfying smack and then a thunk as the ball falls in. Then a second thunk as the cue ball follows it.

"Scratching doesn't count as a made shot. Leave the ball in there, but pull the cue ball out and try again."

I make the next shot and the first button is opened. I miss the next few attempts, but then make two in a row. Her blouse is now held shut by just a single button. I miss two more then make one, but I scratched. I miss another before I finally get that last button open. Her breasts are now swinging free, tantalizing me. Focus, Lisa, focus.

The shots are getting harder now. I have cleared all the balls that were relatively close to holes, meaning I have to take much longer shots. Five more misses before I make another. She hikes up her skirt and slowly, teasingly pulls down her panty. I am enthralled with the beauty of her pussy until she drops her skirt back over her privates.

"Two more shots to go. If you make either of these, I will give you something special."

I line up my shot. Suddenly she is standing straight behind the hole I am aiming for. Just before I take my shot, the skirt is hiked up again. I barely hit the cue ball with the stick and it misses the ball I was aiming at completely.

"Stay focused! No matter what," she scolds me.

I line up my final shot. Up goes the skirt. The ball goes in the hole. And Alan walks in the room, saying, "What the hell are you doing?"

"I was giving her an incentive to make shots and testing her ability to focus," Audrey says, a bit defensively, like flashing your pussy was a normal part of pool. Maybe it was in some of her games.

"And giving the security guard a thrill I bet," he says, pointing at the security camera in the corner.

"Oops," Audrey says.

"I was about ready to go, if you two are done. And I hope the guard doesn't actually report this. Or hasn't recorded the video and is posting it online somewhere."

"That was my last shot," I say, "But Audrey promised me a special treat if I made it."

Alan just gives me a glare. I decide to not insist on my prize.

"If Audrey can put some clothes back on, I think we can go."

Audrey buttons the bottom three buttons of her blouse and scoops up her undergarments.

"I learned so much today. I was making almost half my shots that last exercise."

"Hrumph," Alan says.

The guard is leering at Audrey while Alan checks us out.

"I am going to drop Audrey off at her apartment on the way back. I will see you in a few. Sorry."

Alan gets in his car without saying anything.

"I am sorry. That was my fault," Audrey says, once we are both in my car. "I just seem to get a bit out of control whenever I am around a pool table."

"Well we need to find a way to control your urges or pool is off the table. Marty will be pissed at both of us if that video gets posted and he finds out about it."

"I hadn't thought of that."

"Neither of us thought back there. We both need to do better."

We ride in silence for a while before we chat briefly about the show tonight.

I drop her off at their new apartment and head back to face Alan.

"I'm sorry about that," I say to Alan as soon as I'm in the door. "It was only the last few minutes she started doing anything sexual, starting to disrobe a little bit for each made shot. That was only the second shot she had flashed her pussy at me. Audrey and I talked about this on the way back. I promise if we go again, nothing like that will happen."



"If a formal complaint gets made, there will certainly not be another time. There is no way Graham would fire me over this, but it will definitely hurt our relationship. And he will look at you differently every time he sees you from now on. So hope the guard keeps to himself about it. Let's not talk about it any more."

I go over and give him a hug.

"So how was the rest of your day," he asks.

"I texted you the picture of the dress I found. Audrey found an incredible one too. I can't tell you about it, because it's a secret from both Tim and you until Friday night. But I think she may be even sexier with it on than she is nude. The shop is making adjustments to each of them, but Audrey will pick them up on Thursday. They were more expensive than I was thinking, but the shop was really wonderful. I shouldn't say we found the dresses. Audrey just generally described what we were looking for and the clerk eyeballed us, then brought some perfect dresses in our size. She was really good. Did you have a productive day?"

"Yeah, it was very productive actually. I have so many meetings right now, it seems like I can't get anything done during weekdays. But the schedule is already wearing on me. I will need that trip to St John by then."

"What are we doing for dinner? I guess you aren't cooking."

"I don't know I will be able to cook as much as I would like for a while. Maybe I will cook more in St John. For tonight, I was thinking Rick's would be nice."



"YES, I can wear my new outfit! I originally wanted to go shopping so I didn't have to go practically topless if I wanted to dress a little more sexily at a nice restaurant. I figured Audrey could help me there, And she did. Go sit on the couch and I will give you a bit of a fashion show."

I hurry back carrying my bags. I start put on my new white lacy panty and my white skirt. I decide to start with my white top with my bra still on. I head out towards the living room, saying, "Hide your eyes."



When I am standing in front of the couch, I say, "You can look now,"

I do a slow turn all the way around. When I am facing him again, I flip the front of the skirt up, emphasizing the slit and showing off my lacy panty.

"Wait here, I have another one to show you."

I hurry back, take off the white top and my bra and put on the red halter. I head back towards Alan, saying, "Hide your eyes again!"

When I am in position, I have him open his eyes as I do another slow spin. When I back facing him again, I bow down, giving him a good look at my tits almost fully exposed to him.

He says, "God, this one is hot. But you are right, without being so blatant as your pink blouse was last week."

"I'm glad you like it." I say as I snuggle up next to him on the couch. He reaches over and starts kissing me. I take his hand and slide it in my top, letting him cup my breast with it. We continue kissing; he is getting me excited groping my breast and playing with my nipple, when the front door opens and Audrey and Tim walk in.

Alan tries to pull his hand out quickly, but I know Audrey saw what we were doing.

"Don't you ever knock?" I grouse at her.

"What and miss all the good parts?" she quips back.

"Rick's in about a half hour," Alan says, trying to regain some composure.

"It's a good opportunity to wear my new outfit!" I say, excitedly.

"And I see Alan was learning the INs and outs of it," Audrey retorts, not wanting to let the conversation drift back to a boring level.

"Actually, I think if we are going to go to Rick's and Lisa is setting a sexy tone, I will change into the outfit I was saving for later tonight," she says, "Be right back."

Audrey carries her overnight bag into the guest suite. A few minutes later, she emerges in an outfit that we all remember. A white sleeveless blouse with a deep v-neck, a black leather knee length skirt with slits that run up both sides and a bright red belt. And calf length high heeled leather boots. The outfit she wore to that original poker game. It was heart stopping when she walked in wearing it that night. And it still is.

Alan and Tim had headed off into the study for something while she was changing.

"I asked Tim if he minded if I wore it for the show tonight. Maybe he wanted to keep it for himself, so to speak, since that night it was definitely for him. But he said he likes to show me off and nothing makes him think of me more than this outfit."



"When he sees you Friday night, he may have two favorite outfits!" I say.

I briefly change the subject, saying, "I think we are going to be allowed to still play pool if we promise to behave and the guard doesn't file a report. Alan pointed out how awkward going to things with Graham is going to be for me if a report is filed."

She nods and looks somewhat abashed, but adds, "My guess is the guard won't report it, hoping for a return showing."

I wonder if she has had issues with security cameras in the past.

Just before it's time to go, the guys come out of the study. Alan stops as soon as he sees Audrey's outfit. "Oh, wow!" he says, "That means it's a show night for sure."

We walk over to Rick's, each couple arm in arm. Mike is pleased to see us. He may miss seeing my nipples, as he could through the translucent blouse last week, but he has plenty of exposed flesh showing in my cleavage today. And he definitely notices Audrey and her outfit.

"If the two beautiful women will come with me, their very lucky gentlemen can follow us," he says, putting an a hand of both Audrey's and my backs, as he guides us to our table.

We are getting into a lively conversation over food and wine. Alan says, "There I am, walking into the rec room, and Lisa is bent over the table, her pants tight around her ass, leaving no doubt of her curves. And on the other side of the table, your fiancé's pussy is on full display, just beyond the hole that Lisa is aiming at. For a split second, it looked like Lisa was trying to put the cue stick into her."

We all laugh. It is good that Alan can laugh about it now.

"Audrey was just testing my ability to focus on my game. We all know how distracting her pussy is," I say, more loudly than was probably appropriate.

Just as I say it, the room happens to get quieter, making my comment carry across the restaurant. Now, several tables have stopped their own conversations to listen to ours. We laugh some more, and move to a more socially acceptable topic in a more discrete tone.

By the time we leave, we are all feeling happy, full of good food and good wine. Alan's arm is around my waist as we walk back. Suddenly, he stops and pulls me in front of him and presses against me from behind. His other hand reaches around and slides in my blouse, grabbing my breast.

"Slow down there, big boy," I scold him, "We are out in public right now."

He says, "Pshaw!" But he releases me and we walk back arm in arm again.

As we get close to the condo, Audrey asks to borrow me from Alan. She tells me, "I have decided to make some changes to the end of the show. Just follow me."

We seat ourselves like we did for the last show, with Tim in a chair and Alan and I sitting on the couch. Audrey says she will be right in, and asks Tim to move one of the dining chairs to the living room. Audrey comes back in and sets something down out of sight.

Audrey sits in the chair, facing the three of us. She leans forward to unzip a boot. Her position displays most of her breasts to us, looking down her blouse. She slides one boot off and then the other.

She now stands and unbuckles her belt. Then she reaches back and unzips her skirt down the back. She turns around and slides the skirt down, slowly exposing the red lace and mesh panty she is wearing. I guess we never saw her panty at the poker game, because Tim pulled the skirt and panty off in one fell swoop. The panty does little to hide her bottom, only mildly obscuring our view. She bends over, with her hands on the chair, letting the skirt fall to the ground as her butt sticks out at us. She steps out of the skirt with her feet moving wider and further back. giving us tantalizing glimpses of her pussy through the red lace.

She turns back to face us and slowly unbuttons her blouse, letting it slide off her shoulders and onto the floor when the last button is released. She reaches behind and unclasps her bra, holding it up still covering her tits until she slowly exposes their full size and their bright red nipples, small but very hard.

She now plays with her breasts and pinches and pulls her nipples for us. She steps forward to me and offers a nipple to my mouth. I hungrily suck on the teat before she pulls it back and makes the same offer to Alan and then to Tim.

She walks back to the chair, and bends over it, back to us. She slides down her panty, her last piece of clothing and lets it drop to the floor. With both hands on the seat of the chair, she steps out of her panty as she did her skirt, feet moving further back and out. By moving her hips even further than her feet gives us an even better view of her ass and pussy from behind.

She now reaches through her legs with one hand, dragging a finger through her lips. She brings the hand back to her mouth and licks her own juices off her finger. She takes the hand back down to her pussy, driving three fingers into her cunt. She thrusts in and out several times before pulling her hand back.

Turning around, she faces us one again. On the edge of the chair, leaning her torso back, she spreads her legs, maximizing our view of her pussy. One hand now plays with her chest, while the other works on her exposed lips and then her clit. Clearly close to release, she stops and stands.

Motioning to me, I stand up and come over to next to the chair, facing Alan and Tim. Walking behind me, she unties the lower fastening on my halter. My top is still tied around my neck, but it hangs from my tits, my side boobs fully exposed to the guys' hungry eyes. Audrey, still standing behind, reaches under my loosely dangling garment and molests my breasts; my nipples remain hidden under the barely attached shirt.

Taking advantage of the slits, she lifts the front of my skirt enough to give our audience a view of my new lacy panty. She strokes my mound through the undergarment. I am starting to feel my legs go a little wobbly.

She pulls that hand back to my hip, bringing her other hand to my other hip. The skirt front mostly drops, returning some modicum of modesty after her display of my body. The two hands grab my panty and drop it to my feet. I step out of fallen garment, spreading my legs further apart.

She grabs the panty, a damp stain visible, and holds the spot to her nose, before she tosses it to Alan. He, too. sniffs the juices from my cunt and then holds on to it, his precious prize.

She now pulls up the back of my skirt and reaches through my legs and starts to play with my pussy. While the front of the skirt hides the details of what she is doing from prying eyes, the men have little question what hides behind the white cloth. I close my eyes as the sensations push me towards a climax. But she ceases her attentions just before I get my release.

She reaches one hand to my breasts again, while the other hand loosens but does not release the tie around my neck. Her second hand is released to join its mate; now both of my breasts are being molested, still concealed from the audience's view.

She grabs part of the tie still holding the cloth up with her teeth and pulls; the knot releases and she lets the red cloth fall to the floor. Alan and Tim are now riveted as they watch her hands fondle my boobs, pinch my nipples.

She pulls her hands away, leaving my breasts fully exposed to lustful leers. Her hands drop to the back of my skirt. Soon the skirt has joined the rest of my clothes in a heap on the floor. She reaches through my legs one more time, driving her fingers into my cunt. I moan.

She now steps beside me and turns me towards her; we start to kiss passionately. She reaches a hand down to my pussy as I reach for hers. With all her teasing, I don't last long. I have to stop kissing and stop my hand that is pleasing her privates, I can only lean against my friend while the orgasm washes over me. As soon as I regain control, I begin to kiss Audrey passionately again, attacking her clit with abandon. Soon, it is her turn to use me for support as her own climax takes her.

When she recovers, we kiss again and then split apart, me towards Alan, her towards Tim. I am too focused on Alan and pleasing him to notice more than a blur in my periphery of what Audrey is doing to Tim. I come up to Alan and give him a passionate kiss before I back off a half step to play with my tits. I reach down and spread my labia with one hand while three fingers from the other plays in the delights within, all exposed to his ogling.

After a moment of this display, I step forward and offer my fingers to his mouth, as he licks my digits clean of my juices. Turning away from him, I bend over to show my privates to him from a new angle. I back up slowly, bringing me closer and closer to him, before I lower myself onto his lap. I now gyrate and grind myself onto his crotch. I can feel his constrained cock straining to get released, hoping to be captured by friendlier confines just millimeters above.

I reach down and pull his hands up onto my breasts. He has wanted to fondle them all night. He takes advantage of my offering and is relishing his work. I can also feel he is getting close to the precipice so I step away.

I now kiss Audrey again, molesting her tits as Alan was mine. She stops kissing long enough to whisper to me, "We should unzip their pants and let their cocks out before they hurt themselves. Let's do it now."

I now walk over to Tim, as I know Audrey is toward Alan behind me. I give Tim a kiss, then bend down to release Big Ben. I stroke it briefly and kiss the tip before standing up and straddle his right knee, forcing my right leg between his legs. I now place his hand on my pussy and nod my head. He begins to spread my lips. First he dives fingers into my cunt. Then he reaches further up and rubs my clit. I give him a few more moments, but step away before I lose control, giving one more stroke to his cock as I go.

I see Audrey is now getting Alan, his cock exposed and erect, to move to the chair at the other end of the couch. I lie down on the couch with my head towards Alan. Audrey places herself over me, with her head towards Tim. Soon we are each licking our best friend's pussy. Alan gets a close up view of my tongue in Audrey's pussy, while Tim has a similar view of Audrey in mine.

I reach my hand into her pussy and pump three fingers in and out of her cunt. She starts doing the same to me. Now her spare hand is tracing between my cheeks, just barely touching my brown eye on each pass by. I return the sensation to her. I know I am not going to last much longer. I can see Alan leaning in close to see both me and Audrey's pussy.

Once again, I break first and am writhing in the thralls of a major orgasm. Audrey keeps licking me feverishly the whole time, driving me further and further. When I finally recover, I renew my attentions to her with vengeance. As I feel her approaching the precipice, I push my finger into her ass and she shrieks and then shudders as the waves roll through her. As soon as she has recovered, she stands and we kiss again, hugging, standing between the two men.

We now return to our own individual man. I kneel in front of Alan and lick up the length of the underside of his shaft. I start unbuttoning his shirt. After I open each button, I give another long lick. Once the shirt is open, I push it back and slide forward. I bite one nipple and then the other. I pull back and wrap my lips around his cock and slide my mouth about halfway down it and back up. And off. I lean forward again and wrap my big breasts around his member and begin to move up and down as he tit fucks me.

I stop once again and wrap my lips around his cock. I now start a slow up and down stroke while both hands reach up and pinch and tweak his nipples. As he gets closer, I pull one hand back and corkscrew that hand up and down in time with my mouth. He grunts and is soon thrusting up into me and filling my orifice with his seed. I stand up and stick out my cum covered tongue, I pull it back in and swallow everything I have before I stick a clean tongue back out at him.

I hear Tim groan now and turn to see Audrey swallowing his load. She is bent over and I am more focused on her pussy quivering with excitement as she finishes her fiancé. She stands up and I wait, unsure what she has planned next.

She leads me back to the chair and has me sit down, facing the now empty couch. She reaches back to where she has hidden her props from earlier and places a blindfold on me. I now feel her tie my wrists with what feels like a satin sash. Soon my calves are being tied to the outside of the chair legs, forcing my legs uncomfortably wide. I am now spread open with no way to see what is happening. I hear some footsteps, but I have no idea who or where.

Suddenly, I feel something hard being pushed in my cunt. And then I hear the buzzing as I feel it being adjusted. Oh god, she found my g-spot with the vibrator. I can tell from the sensations that this is the good one, not the rabbit.

Now, I feel someone licking and biting one of my nipples. I try to squirm as best I can, but I am trapped. Suddenly, there is a tongue on my clit. And then it stops. Then it starts again. But no, I think this one is different. I realize I can feel Audrey's hair brushing against my chest. So she is the one suckling on my tits.

That means that the two men are taking turns licking my clit. The idea of this excites me almost as much as the overwhelming sensations I am having. And it quickly pushes me over the edge. This is even more powerful than the last one. The same tongue is staying on my clit the whole orgasm. I am guessing it is Alan. As I start to calm down, I feel the vibrator pulled from my cunt. I am overstimulated and needed that removed, but my canal still longs for its return.

The blindfold is removed and Audrey is hovering over me. She gives me a big kiss, then unties my hands. We each untie one of my legs and I am free. She then whispers to me, "watch Tim fuck me, then we will watch Alan fuck you."

I go over to Alan, who is sitting naked on the couch. I snuggle up to him and give him a big kiss.

Audrey goes over and starts to suck on Tim's cock, which is currently at half mast. It is soon ready for duty and she turns around and slowly lowers herself onto the beast. We watch as Big Ben is swallowed by her cunt and then slowly reemerges in its full glory, undiminished by its journey. Slowly at first, but the pace soon quickens and both are moaning. With a loud roar, Tim begins to pump his cum into her. She reaches down and feverishly attacks her clit and is soon convulsing with her own orgasm.

As they calm, Audrey turns and looks at me expectantly. I push Alan onto his back, his head towards our friends. It takes only a few seconds of attention to make his cock ready for battle. I straddle his mid-section and impale myself on his waiting pole. I lean back for a while to give Audrey and Tim the best view of his member sliding in and out of my cunt.

But I want his hands on my tits, so I lean forward and Alan knows what I want. His hands attack my breasts while my hips rock back and forth, pushing his cock in and out of my cunt. I am losing control again; I reach my hand down to find my clit. It only takes a few touches before I have another orgasm, not earth-shattering, but after the earlier explosions I probably didn't have any earth-shattering left in me. Even this mild one is enough to push Alan over the edge and he thrusts into me aggressively as he fills me to the brim with his semen.

I bend over and give Alan a big kiss and say, "I love you so much."

We snuggle of the couch for a few minutes before I hear movement in the chair past my head. I get off Alan and stand up.

"Wow, that was an amazing show tonight, ladies," Alan exclaims.

"I have been dreaming of this show since Audrey told me what you two were doing, and it still exceeded my expectations," Tim says.

"Audrey had not warned me about that last part in the chair. Not knowing what was happening was so exciting. I know it was Audrey on my tits because I could feel her hair against me. So it was the two guys licking my clit. Were you the one on me when I came, Alan?" I ask.

Alan nods.

"I am actually chilly after being naked for so long and overheated for parts of it," I say.

"I am chilly too," Audrey says, "But I have no desire to get dressed."

"Me neither," I say. "Alan could you make me a hot chocolate and put a good shot of creme de menthe in it?"

"Mmmm. That sounds good," Audrey agrees.

Alan asks, "Should I make four? All mint and spiked?"

I let Alan up to go to the kitchen for our beverages. "I also prepared some chocolate chip cookies to be baked," he says turning on the oven.

As he works on the cocoa and slides the tray of cookies in, we meander over to the kitchen table and sit in our usual seats.

"We had never had sex in front of anyone before this week," I say. "And you two got distracted before we got far on Wednesday. It is amazingly exciting to do it. I like Tim's idea that the winner of the Wednesday game fucks in front of the other couple for their prize. And no starting on your own until the winner has finished."

"Oh, I realized I had one rule wrong, slightly," Tim states, "If you cum, you just stop moving, but you are still in the game. You still have to draw a card on each turn. And you can still be made to do a penalty if you are landed on. And your partner can choose to flip their start of turn penalty to being given to them. I don't think it would be much fun to have to give oral sex to a dick that is not yet ready to resuscitate.

"And if both members of a couple are eliminated, the other couple wins immediately."

Alan is now bringing over the mugs of alcoholic mint hot chocolate. A few minutes later a platter of chocolate chip cookies appears.

We chat for a while as we drink our cocoa and eat our cookies, seeming oblivious to our complete nudity.

Alan announces that he is ready for bed. Audrey comes over and gives me a big hug and kiss and then the same for Alan. She gives each of us a sensual rub on the ass as we kiss. I go over and give Tim a big hug. I can feel Ben starting to reassert himself, being pressed against my belly. I have to admit that would be interesting to feel inside me.

Alan and I snuggle in bed feeling the sensual comfort of skin on skin.

"I love you"

"I love you too."

Just before I drift asleep, I hear faint groans and moans coming from the other bedroom.

I wake up alone, as I often do. No sounds from the other room that I can hear. I throw my kimono around me, loosely tying it shut.

I come out and the other three are already in the kitchen.

"Looks like sleepy head finally woke up," Audrey says, "I guess we wore you out last night."

Alan hands me a cup of coffee, saying "Better than Prince Charming's kiss to wake up this princess. They both have been up for at least half an hour. Not counting another vigorous session in the bedroom."



"I tell you, she's going to be the death of me," Tim complains, laughingly.

I now notice that Alan is fully dressed, but Audrey is in one of her not long enough tees and Tim is just wearing boxers. I look down and think to myself, Audrey's pussy really is gorgeous. Even mostly flaccid, the outline of Tim's cock is intimidating. And inviting.

"Breakfast is eggs -- you can have scrambled or fried -- hash browns, bacon, blueberry muffins that are already cooling. And fresh fruit," Alan announces.

Soon we are dining on another Alan feast. And talking, mostly about last night and the upcoming game night Wednesday. The sexual energy is starting to rise in the kitchen.

Alan goes over to do something at the kitchen counter and Audrey comes up behind him and reaches around ro rub his cock through his pants. He turns and they kiss. As she continues to rub his cock, he reaches down into her pussy. They are starting to get hot and heavy when Tim stands next to me and reaches in my kimono to rub my tits. I roll down his boxers, releasing his cock, almost at full size now. I stroke it a few times and wrap my mouth around it. It barely fits. Tim reaches his other hand down to my pussy.

Suddenly, I pull back and shout, "STOP! I want my husband back. I think it is time for you to get dressed Audrey."

"I was staying in the rules," she says, defensively.

"The rules also say you have to stop when someone says so. And no grief about it. SO GO GET DRESSED!" I am about to lose it.

She storms out back to her suite. Tim rushes after her.

I start crying and run back to our suite. I throw my kimono into the corner and go turn on the shower. And no one better steal my water, damnit! I let the water pour over me as I sob,

I hear someone behind me. It is Alan, fully dressed. And quickly getting wet.

"I thought you might need a hug," he says, holding open his arms.

I run up to him and lay my face against his chest and start crying even harder. He holds me tight.

I finally say, "You are getting your clothes all wet, you silly goof."

"They dry. You are far more important to me than my clothes. Do we want to cancel Wednesday?"

"No, Wednesday is different. The game is making us do things. You are intentionally choosing to ignore me to give attention to Audrey. Or more she is stealing your attention. Tim was starting with me, but I think we both felt weird about it, like we were being forced to do it to keep up with you two. It didn't feel right."

"You know I lust after Audrey and you. But I love you. Only you."

"I know, but she so wants to fuck you. I'm pretty sure it is bothering Tim too."

"You are right there. He is intrigued by you, but not like Audrey and I have the hots for each other. And he is bothered by me just as you are by Audrey. I bet he is in there having a talk with her right now. Two weeks ago it was him who was particularly uncomfortable with my behavior with her and hers with me. Today it was you. But I don't think either of you are ever particularly comfortable with it. You just tolerate it more sometimes than others. I will try to tell Audrey no from now on. Except in the game. Or like last night in the show. Was it alright when she had me feel her up. I was too distracted to notice, but I assume you were doing the same with Tim."

"Yeah, that was actually my suggestion. She was only going to have each of us interact with our own partner, but I suggested just a touch of cross-partner play would be exciting. But I didn't mean it to green light something like this morning."

"Between how we ended up with the rules and that last night, I guess I did feel green lit."



"Would you have stopped if she tried to get you to fuck her?"

"I would hope I would have, but I can't swear I would have that much self control."

"That's my fear. And if it had happened, I probably would have fucked Tim, mostly out of spite. And if we ever do swap partners like that, I don't want it to be guilt-ridden and spiteful."

"Agreed."

"Okay, let me actually wash. And you probably need a complete change of clothing. Anywhere the shower didn't get, I think my tears did. If they haven't left yet, we should probably have a group discussion about this. Assuming Audrey's not too pissed at me right now to talk about it."

I finish my shower, now much calmer, and get dressed in an outfit for my art class. When I come back to the kitchen, the other three are sitting at the kitchen table.

"Alan says you want to have a group talk," Audrey says, "I am sorry for pushing things too much. Sorry both to you and Tim. And I guess to Alan."

"I want to say what I said to Alan a few minutes ago," I start, "I am comfortable with what happens in the game, because we all have the same chance. That's very different than choosing to do something with someone. So I hope we can still have game night.

"And if we ever do decide to swap partners -- and yes Audrey I am not ruling it out forever, just not now. I want it to feel good for all four of us. If things had gotten carried away and you and Alan were fucking, I suspect Tim and I would have too. But our sex would have been as much about spite as lust. And I think at least three of us would have felt guilt and regrets afterwards. My concern is I don't know about you Audrey. Would you? Would you risk your engagement to Tim, our friendship to satisfy what? Is it lust? Just wanting the forbidden fruit? What drives you to things like this? This is part of you I simple don't understand."

"I am not sure I understand myself. If I screwed up my relationship with Tim, I would regret it every moment for the rest of my life. I don't know that I would feel guilt. I'm just not sure. And I don't know why I do it. Some of it might be the forbidden fruit. Maybe I am just a greedy selfish bitch and want everything for myself. I don't know."

"I want to make a suggestion," Alan says. "I think everyone is enjoying the game, so let's try to keep it going, unless someone decides it is too much temptation. But no real physical contact between us except in the game. Or maybe if we keep doing shows, within the context of the show. But like you did for tonight's show, I think all four of us need to agree to stretch the bounds to include it in a show. Maybe last night was the last show, I don't know. God knows I have enjoyed them, but they have probably made me lust after Audrey even more."

"I think I agree with Alan," I say, "Keep game night going, not sure about more shows, but cross couple contact should be limited to friendly hugs. For the time being, I think that includes between us, Audrey. By the way, that woman who ripped Tony a new one in that bar was not greedy or selfish or a bitch. And that woman was every bit as much the real you as the greedy, selfish bitch who just tried to seduce my husband."

"I'm with that change as well," Tim says, "One of the original ideas of you doing a show, Audrey, was to give you an outlet. But it seems rather than an outlet to let off extra sexual energy, you are feeding off of it, becoming ever more sexually driven. I love all of your sexual energy when I am the recipient and can tolerate (and get somewhat turned on by) your sexual attention to Alan and Lisa. But we are on a dangerous path. And I love you far more than I love sex with you. Which is saying a whole lot. I think we also need to say that we are all at least minimally covered around each other, except after an event, like last night or Wednesday night."

"I have to admit that I am feeling a bit ganged up on, but also supported at the same time. I do see that I have to come to grips with this compulsion I have to do what I will call bad things. Sometimes I can get away with it, or even have it turn out wonderfully, like that bet with Tim in the poker game. But one of these times it is going to ruin my life. Marty said almost the exact same thing to me a week and a half ago. When everyone around you, people that all care about you, all tell you that there is a problem, you should probably listen. I need to listen and find a way to change. I guess I am on board with the change. Even if it means I don't get to fuck Alan. At least not for the time being."

She is laughing as she says the last bit. No one else laughs.

"Tim, I think we should probably go back to our apartment now," Audrey says.

"May I give you a hug before you go?" I ask, "Despite how this morning went, you are still my best friend and I hope you still want me as a friend."

"I think I need your friendship more than ever right now," she replies, as she opens her arms.

We give each other a long hug, both fully dressed this time.

"See you tomorrow at work," I say.

"Have a good art class."

And they head out the door.

I start to clean up from breakfast. Alan comes over to help.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

"I'm not sure. I think I did what needed to be done. I think you and Tim understand that. But I may also have ruined my friendship with Audrey, which will hurt. A lot."

He reaches over and gives me a hug. One I definitely needed.

After the kitchen is clean, I sit for a few minutes quietly at the kitchen table. It is almost time for art, and I decide to head in a few minutes early.

Anne is surprised to see me arriving this early for class.

"You okay?" she asks me.

"Yeah I just needed to get out of the condo to clear my head."

"I don't mean to pry, but you really don't look okay. Can I help?"

"I just had a big fight with Audrey, you remember her, the tall redhead with big tits who wants to be a nude model. It will be okay, but I am a bit shaken up by it. I think she is too."

"I wanted to ask you about her. I need a model for three weeks from today. Do you think she could do it?"

"I will certainly ask. In general, her Sundays are free, so probably. I know she is definitely still interested," I reply, "What's today's topic?"

"I had been planning to have a second outside drawing day, but I had to rearrange a bit. We have a model today. She won't be nude, or at least I don't think she will be. The first half will definitely be clothed. And I told her she could wear a bikini or something similar for the second half. Next week, I want to go back outside, but draw people in the outdoors, like sitting on a bench."

"I have never really tried drawing people before. We did mostly still lifes in my drawing class in college. There was another class on figure drawing that I never took. I wish I had."

"Well figure drawing is out next class, starting in two weeks, so you will have your chance."



"I am definitely in for that one. I already signed up for it."

The other students are starting to trickle in now. I am helping Anne arrange chairs in a semi circle around a single chair against the wall.

A slender young woman I don't recognize comes in and Anne waves to her and starts to talk to her. After a few minutes, Anne and the new woman walk to the center of the circle, near the chair.

"If I can get everyone to come take a chair over here, I want to talk about today," Anne announces in a booming voice.

Once everyone has taken a seat, she continues, "This is Mary. She has agreed to pose for us today. She will do four poses initially, two for ten minutes and two for fifteen minutes and she will try to stay as still as she can. There is a few minute break between each pose to let her shake out her limbs. She will face different directions, so each of you can draw different sides of her. There will then be a half hour break, where I will try to give some tips on how to better draw people. She will do three twenty five minute poses in the second half, with slightly longer breaks between positions. If you have never posed, it is very hard to sit still for twenty five minutes. She will be wearing less clothing in the second half."

I guess Mary is a few years younger than me, probably a college student. She is about my height and a slender build. Not quite flat chested, but far from buxom. She has short straight brown hair and is wearing a short sleeve clingy knit top and a flowing ankle length skirt with many pleats. Our work drawing fabric a few weeks ago will be useful for drawing that, I think.

Her first pose is sitting squarely in the chair, looking off in the distance slightly to her left. I am sitting most the way around the circle to her right, so I am seeing her almost exactly in profile. I decide to focus on her face, including her shoulders and her entire head in my composition. The ten minutes flies by, faster than I can finish what I wanted to draw. But I have a more than recognizable picture of her.

It took me a few tries to get her nose right. And her cheeks are still somehow wrong. But I liked drawing it. It has the same flowing lines of a tree, but it is much more challenging to draw. I fill in a few more details while she stretches out.

She is standing, looking almost directly at me for her second pose. I decide to try to draw the entire figure. I think she is standing contrapposto, but it is hard to tell under the long skirt. I guess that's one of the reasons so much of the modeling is done in the nude. I get a rough sketch of her torso, but I can't get the hips right and the skirt is coming out all wrong. She looks almost deformed in my drawing. Oh well, that one didn't work.

For her third pose, and the first slightly longer one, she turns the chair facing most the way away from me. She is sitting calmly, looking down slightly, with he hands folded in her lap. I go for drawing all of her again, but focusing on her arm and the bend in her elbow, with one of her small breasts barely visible past her slender upper arm.

The chair gives me a predictable shape to start from, so I can get her body position much better this time. I like drawing the edge of her sleeve and how her arm emerges out of it. She is not muscular by any stretch, but I work on capturing the form her muscles do give her arm. I think I do a good job capturing the soft curve of her breast, covered by the knit top, just visible past the arm. Something is not quit right with her elbow turning into her lap, but I am happy with the way the pleats of her skirt came out this time. This one is my best so far today.

For her last pose of the first half, she stands behind the chair, partially leaning on the back for support, as she stares straight forward. I work on her face again. This time I manage to get the cheeks right. That's actually a good portrait of her, I think proudly.

Over break, Anne reminds us of shading and getting the curves right. She also asks if anyone has friends that can volunteer to be outside (clothed) models next week. I will ask Alan.

We spend the rest of break wandering around and showing each other our pictures. Drawing people is definitely more challenging than anything else we have drawn and it shows in our work. My botched drawing of her standing is pretty typical of what was being drawn overall.

Mary comes back out wearing a robe. When everybody has their sketch books out, she slips out of the robe. She is wearing a slender strapless gray bra and a matching gray boy short panty. Certainly chosen to not be sexy, but it does show her body in much more detail.

For her first pose, she is sitting, leaning back in the chair, with her hands behind her head and her elbows sticking out. She is again pretty much facing me, but her eyes are focused well above me this time.

I draw her from the waist up. The bare midriff is fun to draw and a bit of a challenge. She has a soft looking, flat tummy with an innie belly button. I would have liked to try drawing her breasts rather than the bra. She has a little stubble in her pits. Once again, I can't get the elbows quite right, but I am quite happy with the rest of the drawing. The extra time lets me finish the details I have been leaving out of the earlier drawings.

With the longer break Mary gets after the twenty five minute pose, I wander and look at some of the other drawings. Anne is also drawing for this half. Hers are quite good. For the earlier drawings, I thought I was close to her equal. Not for the figure drawing.

Mary faces away from me for her second long pose, one foot on the seat of the chair, with both hands and much of there weight on the back of the chair. The support certainly makes it easier to hold a pose for twenty five minutes.

I start by sketching out her entire rough form, then start filling in details on her leg on the floor, out towards me. That leg comes out really well. The second leg is more challenging, with its bent knee. The muscles in the calf are taut, the first time in any of these poses that her muscles are clear and well defined.

I shift to drawing her hips and her boy short. For some reason, the hips are easier for me in this position, despite their asymmetric angles. I work on the edges of her panty as it meets her skin. As I study her shape, I realize I can see the outlines of her labia clearly through the garment pulled tight against her vulva. As I carefully add them in my drawing, I notice a spot in the middle. At first I think it must be a shadow, but it is slowly growing as I watch She is getting wet from excitement of being on display. I have not been thinking of her sexually, but more like a thing to draw, like a pile of books or a tree. I start to think what it must be like to be studied by thirteen pairs of eyes. Every part of your body scrutinized. I feel myself getting wet as I imagine being in her position.

Anne calls break. I stay to finish making her chair more concrete, rather than the loose sketch I had put in as a place holder. Her back is still undone, but that looks almost intentional and I decide to leave it. I also decide not to include her damp spot.

Anne walks by and sees me finishing up. She comments, "Few people tend to include all the details you have. It is very well done. And very erotic. Did you leave the spot out intentionally?"

"Did you draw it?"

"No, but I put the focus of my drawing elsewhere. Think about whether you would be willing to sell this one. I would probably put a price of $100 for it in the Art League store. And I suspect it would sell quickly at that point."

Wow. I liked it, but I didn't realize it was actually good.

"I will think about it. Thank you."

Mary's final pose is similar to the last one, but now facing the middle of her audience, leaning against the back of the chair from behind it. Her far foot is up the back of the seat and she is a little more upright than she was a few minutes ago. I am drawing her in profile. I lightly sketch the outline of her entire body and the chair first before I start putting in details. I start focused on her mouth, and her cheeks, which I struggled with earlier. I feel like I do a better job with them now. I continue down to her jaw line and her neck, focused on the interplay of the shadows on the curves of her face and throat. I focus on her breast hanging down, wrapped in the gray cloth. As I look closely, I can see the faint bump that her nipple is making in the fabric of her bra; I try to capture the subtlety in the drawing. I work on the shadows under her breast, showing its curve. I am just working on her shoulder and her arm, all the way down to her hand on the back of the chair when the pose and the session are over.

"Everyone, give a big hand to Mary for posing for us today. Mary, would you like to walk around and see the drawings?"

Mary nods yes.

"So if anyone can stay a few minutes, can you please let Mary see what you have drawn? Thanks."

I sit and look at the pictures I have drawn. I really do like these last two. When Mary makes it around to me, she likes all three of the long pose drawings.

"You are really very good. I am an art major. These last two could be professionally done. Would you mind if I took a picture of the one of me from behind? I think my boyfriend would like that. He may even print it and frame it."

She takes her phone out and carefully takes a picture of it. Looking at it again, it is sexy as all get out. I will take it to show Audrey at lunch tomorrow when I tell her about the modeling request.

I leave in a much better frame of mind than I arrived. Alan is cooking when I get home. As soon as he has a break away from what he is doing, I get him to come look at my drawing. He likes the last set a lot. The details of her privates in the drawing from behind are not in your face, but they leave a much more sensual impression than if I had left them out. Even if you don't explicitly see the labia, they lead the focus of your eyes to her crotch.

As I am sitting waiting for dinner, I get a text from friends?

I send and thenc u @ lunch - news for you

Alan serves us some Chicken Cacciatore over bow tie pasta and a nice salad, with another bottle of the Chianti Classico we drank last week. We chat over dinner. He tells me there is plenty of left over dinner if Audrey and I want it for dinner tomorrow. I doubt she has her kitchen set up to want to cook for anyone yet, so probably a good idea.

I ask him if he would let me draw him after dinner. He agrees, maybe somewhat reluctantly. After I clean up, I ask him to sit at the kitchen table while I turn on all the lights. I loosely sketch him from a few angles before I decide I like the one from straight across the table. I ask him to pick a spot just over my left shoulder and watch that spot.

I spend 45 minutes drawing him. It is different drawing someone you know, rather than just some random person. I try to capture the real Alan, not just his physical features, but his soul and his spirit. It's mostly in the eyes, I think.

I like the way it comes out. It not only looks like him, it is him. It is easily the best drawing I have ever done. Alan likes it too. He asks if he can mount it and hang it in his office. But he says I have to sign it first. I scribble a little stylized Lisa in the corner. My first signed piece of art work.

I have made him sit, mostly motionless for almost an hour, which I feel bad about. Even if I did have to snap at him twice to not move. So I come around and rub his neck to help work the kinks out. I rub his scalp, which always relaxes him. I start to rub his shoulders, but tell him to take off his tee so I can give him a proper rub. He is definitely enjoying the sensations. After his shoulders have relaxed, my hands wander down his chest and I am now rubbing his nipples.

This massage has gone from therapeutic to sexual. I slide a hand down along his lower abdomen and slide my fingers along, just above his pants. This always gets him. I move around to beside his chair, crouching down and kiss him, while my hand reaches into his pants. I give his hardening cock a squeeze and then pull the hand out. I now unbuckle his belt and his pants and unzip his pants, letting them fall wide open. I pull down the top of his boxers, letting his pole stand erect.

I now engulf the top of his cock in my mouth and start to work up and down his shaft. I add a hand to stroke him while my mouth does the major work. Sometimes it can take a while for the body to catch up with an unexpected sexual encounter. Other times the surprise of the act is exciting in and of itself. Today is the latter and he is soon emptying his sacs into my mouth.

When I am done, he asks me, "Can I return the favor?"

"Maybe in a few. I am still kind of worn down from last night. I came really hard when I was blindfolded and tied to the chair with a vibrator in me and all three of you trying to satisfy me. Let me have a cup of tea here sitting with you and then we can go to bed and see what we want then."

We drink our tea together and chat some more, then we go back to our room and get into bed together, snuggling. After a few minutes, I say, "Please lick my pussy."

He slides down and pushes my legs open and gently begins to pleasure me. I am not quick this time, but he is patient and the reward does come. Nothing to write home about, just a nice simple, pleasant orgasm. And then I think, does anyone write home about orgasms?

He then slides part way back up and, lying mostly on top of me, assumes the missionary position to enter me. As the drink goes, we have a slow comfortable screw. Neither of us is full of energy, so there is move love than fervor, more bonding than passion. But I don't think either of us are complaining about another nice orgasm.

He slips out of me and I curl around him from behind and we quickly fall fast asleep.