The Realm

This is part eleven of the ongoing 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 chapter starts where the last one left off, a Thursday two days after Audrey and Tim made up after their first big fight, and one day after the four's second game night. This one had much more cross-couple action. Marty, who is Lisa's and Audrey's boss, will be taking the four of them out to a fancy dinner on the next night.

Although this part has some longish stretches with no actual sex, I think there is reasonable action scattered across its entirety. This story is a more manageable length -- I seem to be getting better at not running on too long. Unlike the last chapter, we hear this tale from Lisa's perspective.

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I really hate airports I think to myself, as Marty is off catching up with some other long lost friend. I thought having someone with me in the airport would make it easier. But he is here enough to make it awkward to do anything else, but off talking to someone too often to carry on a real conversation with him.

"I'm sorry about bouncing away non-stop," Marty says when he returns. "My network is the greatest asset I have. It's a shame none of the four of you are really networkers. Javi is almost there, but too many of the old farts in my network only want to deal with white males, so I can't pass my network off to him. If Michelle could get over herself a little bit, she could do it. But she still needs growth there, as I know you have seen.

"You did a wonderful job today, by the way," he continues, "I bet we get a basic agreement with them next month, once they have had a chance to digest your pitch. You don't have the charm of a classic sales person, but you exude competence, even excellence. They won't take us on because they like you, but because they absolutely believe we will do good things for them. Next batch, I am going to bring Javi with me. Then I may try sending the two of you. Javi's passion and compassion shine through when he is with customers. That combination should be a winner for most potential pitches."

Did he just say I'm not likable? He is right that I am not at all an extrovert, so I don't make friends easily. Certainly not like Marty.

"Audrey would be good on these if she could thaw some of her icy exterior without risking releasing her inner wild child. If she can do that, she can conquer anything. But it will be hard for her."

They announce the first boarding call for our plane. I text Audrey that it looks like I will be to her apartment around 6:30. And then Marty and I board the plane. I have the window seat and Marty has the aisle. Which means he says hi to at least six more people as they board, even with the small capacity of the CRJ that we are flying on. He does seem to know almost everyone.

Marty spends half the flight talking across the aisle to a friend who just made the plane. I put my AirPods in to listen to music and drown out the background noise. And the world, I guess. Having to perform all day in front of strangers is tiring and more than a little unnerving to me. Dinner with Audrey will be a good break.

Before we go our separate ways at our airport, I confirm with Marty that dinner is 7PM tomorrow. I clear the airport quickly and I'm to Audrey's new apartment by 6:25. I give her a big hug and collapse in a chair. I am beat.

She is making us nice salads with grilled chicken on them, which sounds wonderful after the mishmash of junk I ate on the trip. They had brought in sandwiches for lunch, which weren't bad, but they also had morning doughnuts and afternoon cookies. I will try to hit the gym in the morning.

I tell Audrey about his comments about the four of us that he is promoting. He certainly is assuming that I will do so. I suspect that he was both explaining to me why I am the only one stuck doing sales calls, and giving the guidance to Audrey. He expects Audrey to take over his role as president of the firm in a few years.

As I start to decompress, the topic of conversation shifts from work to more personal matters.

"Do you know what you are planning on doing with Alan next week?" I ask her. Alan is my husband. They have been lusting after each other for a while now. Just yesterday, her fiancé Tim, got Alan, Audrey and me to agree to a special one-time only partner swap next Saturday, each pair performing in front of the other.

"Yes, but I am keeping that a secret. Well, I will tell Alan my plans on Saturday."

"Do you have any suggestions about what I should plan for with Tim?" I ask her, "We both know he won't be planning anything."

"He is probably fantasying about it right now, but planning? No, not really. And he won't share those fantasies with you anyway. He generally won't with me either. And, god, does he blush when he does."



We both laugh. Tim is notoriously easy to embarrass.

"My advice is take advantage of his tongue first," she says, "That is definitely one of his strengths. And you will want to be as ready as possible before you let him stretch you out. We know for sure that he appreciates your oral skills. And pick a position that you control the pace and the depth. He really is big and it takes some getting used to."

I am starting to get wet thinking about having that monstrous cock inside me. Time to change the subject.

"We should try on our dresses, just to make sure," I suggest.

"They are lying on the bed right now. Let's do it."

We both head into the bedroom and take off our current clothes. Audrey strips all the way down, while I leave my panty on. The clerk in the shop had suggested that Audrey would need to go commando in her dress. My dress fits perfectly, better than it did when I tried it on at the shop. The adjustments seem to have been perfect.

Audrey looks stunning in hers. God, she is so hot.

We take the dresses off. She hangs hers in a closet.

"Pretty sure I can trust that Tim won't look in there before tomorrow. And I don't think he could visualize it on me anyway."

I throw my shirt back on and pull my slacks back on. I leave my bra lying on the bed with my new dress.

"Do you want to do some more modeling for me tonight?" I ask. "Fully nude, I was hoping."

"I was hoping so, too. Where do you want me?" she asks.

"I want you everywhere, but we promised not to do that for a while," I say, teasingly. "Oh, you mean modeling. I was thinking about you lying on your side on the couch, holding your legs as demurely as you can. I want to focus on your overall body shape. And I want more practice drawing breasts."

I bring a chair over, in front of the TV and pull out my sketch book and start drawing. I get the outline of the couch to keep a base for all my other shapes. I lightly sketch in the outline of her top leg and then her hip. I draw her side, skipping her arm coming down. I really struggle with elbows right now. And then I go up to her neck and head, including the pillow she has used to prop up her head. I solidify the arm of the couch and then the pillow, before I sketch the outline of her face. I fill in the many curls of her hair; I am only drawing with a black pencil, so I can't capture their fiery red color. I now work on the details of her face. Not as well as I did with my portrait of Alan, but my cheeks are definitely getting better with practice.

Time to tackle the arm. It takes a few attempts, but I think I finally got an elbow to not look like someone had broken their arm. I put more time and effort into her breasts than anywhere else. On her side like this, her big boobs both hang down, the left one resting partially on the right, making a small dimple in the side of its mate. I try to get the shading of the areolae just right and the sense of her small nipples extruding from them. I carefully add the shadows on the undersides, which give the breasts size and curvature. I am happy with them. I want to kiss them, but not now.

I draw her flat belly, her belly button, the curve as her abdomen meets her mound of venus. I draw in her triangle of fur just above her pussy. The slight glimpse of her pussy, mostly covered by her left leg coming down in front of it.

I finish up the legs and her feet. I lean back from the picture. It is good. I am definitely getting better with practice. I turn the sketch around to show it to Audrey.

"Ooh, I like that," she coos, "Can we hang that in our bedroom?"

"I want to show my teacher all these on Sunday for her advice. And then you will want to get it properly mounted and framed, but sure. Why don't you stretch out for a minute and then I want to try a different pose."

She stands up and bends over, exposing her ass and pussy to me in great detail.

"That would make an interesting pose, but I think I will save it for another day," I snark at her.

I continue, "Seriously, how about you sit up and spread your legs. I want to try to draw that luscious pussy of yours."

She takes the pose and I am back in my chair drawing. The entire drawing is only from her knees up to her lower abdomen, below her navel. I sketch in her thighs, part of her sides and the edge of the couch to frame the area I am going to focus on. Her labia are always so open, so full, that this is an interesting and challenging subject. I work on her left outer labia first, then the right. Now I draw in the inner labia, her clit just peeking out, her vaginal opening just barely visible through her folds. As I study and try to replicate, I notice changes. She is definitely getting visibly wet. And becoming more engorged. I haven't quite finished when Tim walks in.

"That is quite a welcoming sight!" Tim exclaims.

"She was drawing me. I want to put her first drawing up in our bedroom," she says.

She jumps up and gives him a big hug and kiss. When they are done, I show him the first picture of her lying down.

"I don't think they would let me put it up in my cubicle at work, so our bedroom I guess it is," Tim says.

I then show both of them the unfinished drawing of Audrey's pussy.

"Do I really look like that?" Audrey asks.

"Mostly. I didn't quite finish it."

"Very much so," Tim says, looking oddly at her.

"What, I have never seen myself from that angle. I don't stare at my pussy in a mirror."

As she says that, it occurs to me that I could try drawing my own pussy by looking in the mirror.

"Do you want me to sit back down so you can finish it?" Audrey asks.

"No. Nothing would be quite in the same place. It will have to remain unfinished."

"Do you want to get massages again this Saturday? And then go play pool?" Audrey asks me, changing the subject.

"Sounds like a good plan," I respond.

"Oh, Tim, My dad asked if we could come for the family labor day cookout. Everyone will be there. I told him probably. I was thinking about meeting Mary by herself first, then my dad, before you get inundated with the whole tribe. Is that okay?"

"Yeah, sure, I guess," Tim says, a little nervously.

"I should head out," I announce and go over to give Audrey a goodbye hug. I give her a quick kiss and then run my finger through her quite wet pussy. I pull the finger into my mouth to lick it off.

"That looked like more than a friendly hug!" Tim says.

"It was just a VERY friendly hug," I say, "And I have been staring intently at that pussy for the last ten minutes, what do you expect?"

"I almost forgot my dress!" I say, going back into the bedroom to grab my garments.

"Do I get to see yours?" Tim asks Audrey.

"Not until tomorrow night. Are we going to take one car or two?" Audrey asks.

"Let's take one. I can do the driving. No way I am drinking much when I am meeting the famous Marty," Tim says.

"Pick us up at our condo? I would rather not walk over in this dress."

"See you there around 6:30 tomorrow," Tim confirms.

I carry my dress out to the car, along with the bra that never went back on.

Alan is home when I get back to our condo. He notices that I am not wearing my bra. "I thought you and Audrey were on hold from your extracurriculars?" he asks.

"I tried on my new dress, which needs to be worn bra-less, smart ass!" I scold him.

"Can I see it on you in person?"

"Sure, let me set stuff down first."

I set stuff onto the table, including my sketch pad. Alan starts looking at tonight's drawings. "I like these, especially the one of her lying down."

"She wants to mount that one and hang it in their bedroom. I didn't get a chance to finish the drawing of her pussy."

I peel off my shirt and slide down my slacks before I pull the dress over my head and adjust myself in it. It is bright blue with a deep cut neck, reaching well down below my breasts. There are special builtin pieces in the sides of the neckline to support my girls and optimize my cleavage.

"That is beautiful. And you look gorgeous in it. But something is missing."

"What is missing!? It's too late for any changes!" I say, with just a tinge of desperation in my voice.

"Let me try this," he says, walking around behind me.

He pulls my hair back and I feel a necklace being hung around my neck.

"What is it?" I say, almost shrieking.

"Let's go look in the mirror," he says. "Close your eyes."

He reaches in, turning on the light in the powder room and then leads me in to face the mirror.

"Open your eyes."

I see a stunning jeweled necklace handing around my neck, lying between my breasts. It has a huge tear drop shaped dark red ruby, ringed by a line of smaller diamonds that sparkle wildly. It hangs from a long white gold chain.

"I had ordered it for your birthday, but when you texted me the picture of your dress, I had them get it sooner," he says.

"Was it as expensive as it looks?" I ask.

"Let's just say it would have been cheaper to buy you a new car. But not if it was a Bugatti."

I turn to give Alan a big hug and a kiss.

"You are going to mess up your new dress," he warns me.

I run out of the powder room and peel off my dress, carefully laying it over the back of the couch. I run back to him, just getting out of the powder room. I give him a big kiss. I feel almost like Kate Winslet in Titanic, a precious necklace dangling between my naked breasts.

I push him onto his back on the floor and straddle him to keep him pinned down as I unbutton his shirt. Once I have the shirt open, I lean down and give him another big kiss. I slide down and nibble on one of nipples while I tweak the other with my hand. He is starting to breathe heavily.

I slide down further and unbuckle and open his pants. With some help from him, I slide the pants down pst his backside. I now take his cock in my mouth and start showing it some love and affection. I stop before he is too close to the precipice.

I now slide the crotch of my panty to the side and impale myself on his cock. I know neither of us will last long, so I reach my hand into my remaining garment and find my clit. Between my bucking hips driving his member in and out of my cunt and my twiddling finger, I quickly reach my orgasm. Alan is just a moment behind me.

After a moment of my post orgasmic bliss, I say, "Now for nude tea and talk."

I slide my panty off and take my usual seat at the kitchen table. Alan has soon brought two cups of tea to the table for our pre-bed relaxation. This is also our best time to catch up on each other's days. We really haven't had a real chance to talk for two days, with my trips and the game night and late night work for Alan. I tell him about my first sales trip and that Marty thinks Javi and I will start doing sales trips together sometime before long. I have no trips next week, but an overnight trip the week after.

He tells me how his projects are going. He says, "The writer from Wired is coming back Tuesday to do the full interview. He's also going to talk to Graham and Li at least as well as me while he is here. But I need to make an overnight trip to Minnesota Thursday. I am meeting with a group at the university who specialize in recommender systems. We are setting up a consulting contract between them and the subsidiary. We will also plan what data we want from the partner to use for the recommendations. I am also recruiting one of their doctoral students to come work as a shared employee between the labs and the sub. We don't have any real recommender systems expertise. After this trip, most everything should be done over zoom, but we decided to do this one in person."

We finish our tea and I stand up to go back to bed. "You really probably shouldn't wear that to bed," Alan says, "I actually got us a safe deposit box today when I picked it up. I will lock it up Saturday morning. Oh, are you and Audrey doing a girls' day Saturday?"

"Yeah, massages and then pool. Audrey promises to behave this time," I reply as I take the necklace off. Alan puts it in its box and leaves it on the table as we go back to bed hand in hand.

We snuggle in bed for a while before falling asleep with my head on hist chest. It's been a long few days.

I manage to wake up in time to say goodbye to him. I am about to put my gym clothes on when I remember my thoughts about mirror drawing last night. I pull the mirror off the wall in the powder room and set it on the floor, leaning against the kitchen table. After a minute of adjusting, I am sitting on the edge of a chair, with my kimono open and a perfect view of my own pussy in the mirror. The drawing comes out okay, but I can't quite put the level of detail in I would like because I keep shifting things slightly as I move to draw. I will need to find a better position.

I have a lot of picture to show Anne this week.

The gym is uneventful. When Audrey gets to work, I run over and tell her about the necklace. I am starting to prep for my trip in two weeks. Marty and I are hitting two potential customers that are only a couple of hours drive apart, but a flight away, so we are staying overnight in the second city. These are number two and four from the target city list I developed for Marty last week.

I am much less stressed about lunch this week because last week set a good tone. We decide that some of our ideas should be acted on now and decide to bring Marty in on them. Everyone is in town for Tuesday, so we will do a lunch with him then.

Michelle has been working on spinning the transition. She says it will be two-fold. Her first pass is to get some story in the media about each of us, starting with me.

"Marty says Alan is about to become not only rich, but famous."

"I think he is going to be the cover story on next month's Wired," I admit, trying to sound modest, but wanting to brag. That gets a big "Wow!" from Javi, who knows nothing about all that.

"My hope is to get a cover article in a regional magazine about the two of you, 'The region's new power couple' right when the new partnerships get announced. I think the media will eat up the young couple taking over schtick. I will try to find other paths and outlets for the rest of us. I will need to come by and talk to you two looking for hooks the media can bite on. I think I am going to be the hard one."

"Marty and I can help you find something about you," Audrey says.

Then she says part two is to get some business press to pick up the idea of a generational transition like this as a hot new thing. She is going to work with Marty to try to find a way to get this out there.

Javi says, "Local governments have this kind of thing regularly. You can have a long running series of connected administrations and suddenly have a new wave of young candidates swept in an election. This generational swap over idea can work well there."

Michelle warns, "That wave can be scary for the incumbents, who are the ones being washed away. And the ones who pay our bills. I want it to look progressive without scary. I'm still working on that."

Javi speaks up, "I have one personal announcement. Maria is pregnant. She is expecting in early March."

We all offer our congratulations.

"It's a good thing we are getting promotions," he adds, "Maria wants to stay home with the baby, probably for years. So the money will help."

On our way back to the office, Javi gets Audrey to hang back for a moment and asks her something. Her answer seems to make Javi look appreciative and relieved.

I notice she goes into Marty's office for a moment right when we get back and then sticks her head into Javi's for just a second. I wonder what that was about.

Eddie is oddly bristly towards me in the kitchen when we both grab a cup of afternoon coffee. Usually, it feels like he is hitting on me. I guess even off-site, long lunches with the four of us was too obvious.

The afternoon flies by and soon I am off to get ready for dinner with Marty tonight.

I have just changed into my dress when Tim and Audrey walk in, already dressed.

"I need your help, Lisa. He won't keep his hands off me," Audrey explains, "He keeps messing up my new dress."

She looks stunning in it. It is a long, shiny red gown that looks painted on to her slim figure. There is a narrow slit on each side that runs all the way up to the point of her hips. The top offers support for her more than ample breasts, but covers little more than her areolae, leaving the top as well as both sides of her tits fully exposed. She is wearing high heels sandal with straps that wrap half way up her calf, with an emphasis on the high. I am wearing relatively low heels, so she towers over me now.

And I don't think I have seen Tim in a suit since our wedding. It's the same suit he wore then.

Alan walks out and just stops, his mouth agape.

"Shut your mouth and stop staring, Alan," I scold him.

Audrey spots the jewelry case on the table. "Is that it?" she squeals, "Can I see it?"

I nod and she opens up the box. "Oh My God! I thought you were exaggerating about how big it was. Is it really real?"

"Yeah, Alan said it was expensive. And it has to live in a safe deposit box on days I won't wear it."

"I still get the honor of putting it on you," Alan asserts.

I turn my back to him and pull my hair away from the back of my neck as he brings it around my neck and connects the clasp at the back. I have to go look at it in the mirror one more time to really believe I am wearing this.

I ask Alan if he can take a picture of the four of us together before we go out.

After the picture, we head out the door, two by two. I can hear Audrey whisper to Tim, "Did you see that?"

And then, "Don't expect anything like that from me for YOUR birthday!"

Audrey and I sit in the back. "Otherwise his hand will be up my dress and in my pussy the whole drive," she says.

I hear Tim say to Alan, "Are you TRYING to get me in trouble with that shiny, buddy?"

We get to the address and they offer valet parking. We all climb out of Tim's car as he hands the keys over. Audrey is drawing stares from people on the street as she walks into the restaurant.

Marty is waiting for us in the lobby. He beams as we walk up to him. He kisses my hand, and says, "Is that a new necklace?"

"He gave me my birthday present early, just for tonight."

"It is in the perfect setting between those two lovely breasts."

Then he shakes Alan's hand, warmly saying, "The boy wonder himself. Great to see you again. I keep hearing good things about you from Graham."

He now kisses Audrey's hand. "I wish some of the people at work could see you now. I wish I was forty years younger. But Tim looks pretty tough."

And finally he shakes Tim's hand. "You must be Tim. I have been waiting to meet you. Audrey was becoming a royal bitch until you saved us all."

The Maitre'D comes over. He clearly knows Marty. "Mr. Martin, your table is ready now."

We are seated at a round table, with Marty sitting between Audrey and me, and our men sitting beside us, across from Marty. Marty asks Tim some leading questions to get him to talk, first about his job and then getting Tim to explain about his aikido and karate.

Alan is looking at the wine list and trying to choose something for the table, when Marty asks what he is considering. Soon they are discussing the options, but never in a way that challenges Alan's knowledge of wines. Marty really is good at making people feel comfortable and empowered.

By the time the entrees have arrived, we are all feeling relaxed, perhaps assisted by the wine all of us but Tim are drinking. Marty asks if we have any plans for the weekend.

"Tomorrow is movie night," I say, "This week, it's Alan's pick, but he hasn't said what yet. He usually picks some French New Wave or Czech movie that we all suffer through."

"Hey, you have actually liked most of them," Alan protests.

"So what is the choice for tomorrow?" Marty asks.

"I was thinking 'In the Realm of the Senses'," Alan replies.

"Now THAT is an interesting choice," Marty says, "That was Oshima what in '77?"

"Seventy-Six I think. I am surprised you know it," Alan says.

"I was just out of college and some of my crowd saw themselves as quite artsy and bohemian. We watched a lot of art house movies, as many as we could. And Realm was very notorious in the day. You know none of the sex is simulated, right?"

"Yeah, I did know that."

"This movie is suddenly sounding much more interesting," Audrey says.

"If you came for a movie night, what would you choose?" I ask Marty.

"Off the cuff, I guess probably 'Dreamers' with Eva Green, because it would remind me of my younger days."

"You must have had very interesting younger days," Alan comments.

Marty just smiles.

Audrey says, "It's not fair that you two can talk in code like that. I already need to watch movies to understand Tim. 'Minority Report', huh."

Alan says, "'Dreamers' would make a reasonable choice for a movie for you, Audrey. It's about an American college student in Paris who moves in with a brother and sister and have a very, let's call it friendly, relationship."

Marty asks, "But what about 'Minority Report'?"

Audrey says, "Tim's apology after our fight was about 'Minority Report'. Alan had to explain it to me. To help me decipher Tim, Alan made me up a list of sci-fi movies to watch with Tim. And a bunch of Star Trek episodes."

Marty asks, "Next Gen, I assume. Which episodes?"

Tim says, "'I, Borg' and 'The Inner Light' and 'Darmok' and a bunch of others. I have the list on my phone if you are interested."

"I would like to see that. Which one is 'Inner Light'?"

"That's the one when Picard gets his flute."

"Oh, that's a good one."

"I didn't expect you to be a star trek fan," Audrey says to Marty.

"It was a different group of friends, more than a decade later I guess. They watched Highlander and next gen every Saturday before our weekly parties. I came for the parties but got hooked on star trek as a side effect."

"Parties?" Audrey asks.

"The kind of parties you would like, Audrey, my dear. It's actually where I met our common acquaintance, your former Dean."

"She went to swinger parties!?" Andrey says, in amazement.

"Many of us in respectable positions have non-public faces, too. I suspect she saw a little bit of herself in you, which is why she was trying so hard to protect you. Although I'm sure she feels protective of many of her students. I am actually spending labor day weekend with her. We will certainly talk about you some. Remind me to take a picture of you in that dress to show her."

"You can take it right now, if you want," Audrey says, standing up.

Marty pulls out his phone and takes a quick picture. "You better sit down before Tim has to demonstrate his martial arts to protect you from some of the other diners," Marty quips. "The old farts aren't used to having anyone so beautiful here."

"With that dress on, I've had to use all my martial arts discipline just to not ravage her on the table right here," Tim says, opening up a bit.

"There IS precedence," I say, making Tim blush.

"Well, it would certainly improve the stuffy ambiance of the place. I might lose my dining privileges, but it would be worth it," Marty says, "Unfortunately, I have been talking to Audrey about not causing any public scenes, so I probably should discourage such things."

Alan, always the master of changing subjects, asks, "Have you ever been married, Marty?"

"No, I don't think I could have been satisfied with a single woman in my younger days. I was also on the road so much through my thirties and forties that it wouldn't have been a good idea. I spent more nights in hotels than in my own bed. Of course, I wasn't in my own bed often even when I wasn't traveling."

He seems to think for a minute, then continues, "I think I may be shifting to wanting more of a partner in life, although I still don't think it could be a strictly monogamous relationship.

"Martin and Company is my only child. At least, I don't know of any biological ones. You can't imagine how happy I am to have two beautiful and brilliant women who can take care of my child for the rest of my life and beyond. Here's to you two. And Michelle and Javi as well."

He raises his wine glass in a toast and we clink glasses.

"I think that Eddie is aware that something is up," I say.

"I noticed that this afternoon, too," Marty says, "So I will announce the promotion of the four of you to senior analyst on Tuesday. You have come together as a group as well as I could have hoped. I think Audrey deserves the bulk of the credit for that. I will tell Michelle and Javi at lunch that day, then send out an office memo about it. I will postdate the raise to the beginning of the month. That should make Javi happy."

Marty breaks the brief silence, asking Tim, "Can I see that list?"

Tim brings it up on his phone and hands it across to Marty.

"This is a nice list, but it looks like an Alan list to me. What would you have included, Tim?"

"Well, all the star wars movies. And 'Total Recall'. And 'Robocop' and 'Starship Troopers'. Oh, and 'The Martian'."

"I'm mildly surprised Alan didn't include that one."

"It's not one that Tim uses as part of his philosophical underpinnings, but it IS a good movie," Alan says.

We enjoy more friendly banter through the rest of the meal. Every course was exquisite.

When we are leaving, Marty shakes both the guy's hands, saying, "I hope we will get together more often, especially once they are full partners next year."

He goes to kiss Audrey's hand when she says, "May I please hug you?"

"I would love that," Marty says and he gets one of her giant hugs. I was worried she was going to have a garment accident as tightly as she held him.

"You have heard of MILFs? You are the father I would love to fuck," she says trying to be quiet enough not to be heard.

Marty replies, in a voice I can barely hear, "More like grandfather. I would love to take you up on it, but I am afraid your kung fu fiancé would chop me up into bits."

Audrey does have to push one of her boobs back in her dress quickly as she steps back from Marty.

I also give Marty a big hug and just say, "Thank you."

Once we are in the car, Tim says, "Wow, he is amazing. Disarming and charming. And he would love to get inside both of your panties. Assuming you were both wearing panties."

"Was he fishing for an invite to one of our events?" I ask.

"I don't know. And I would have to think before inviting him to anything. But it is tempting," Audrey says.

"I bet he was very good at seducing women when he wanted to," I say, "Imagine all that charm being used to get inside your pants."

"I don't think he wants in my pants," Alan says, "But I get your drift. And I think my jealousy was perhaps more deserved than it got credit for a few weeks ago."

We all laugh.

Alan changes the topic, saying, "I have an idea for an event without him tonight. How about you two ladies strip for us when we get home. I am pretty sure the two of us had to control boners this whole dinner looking at the two of you. Actually, I am pretty sure Marty was battling one too. And then the two couples can watch each other fuck in our living room."

"I can get on board with that plan!" Tim says enthusiastically.

Audrey and I look at each other and nod, and then say, pretty much in unison, "You're on!"

On the ride home, I ask Audrey, "What's up with Javi?"

"He was trying to save money for a down payment before the baby came. He had asked me if he could expense the lunches -- he always brown bags it, if you didn't notice. I told him I would check with Marty, who said he could," Audrey says, "Marty really does want to look out for all four of his, although I think the two of us are his favorites."

Once we get back to the condo, the guys settle into what has become their usual show seats. Audrey and I stand in front of them, in the middle of the room. Audrey steps behind me and pulls my zipper down and helps me out of my dress. She heads over to lie it over the spare chair while I peel off my white lace panty.

I then unzip Audrey and she shimmies out of her tight dress. I take it over and lay it on top of mine before coming back to join Audrey. She has expanded the show by masturbating for the two guys. I come up to her and turn her towards me. Because of the size of her heels, she has to reach down to give me a kiss. I reach down to continue the work her hand had already started in her pussy.

She reaches into my crotch to return the attention. We hug each other with our off arm, while kissing and stimulating each other's clit. Audrey reaches her release first, followed a moment later by me. We now wrap both arms around each other, hugging and kissing as our bodies recover from our orgasms.

After a few minutes of hugging Audrey, I head over to Alan, who is sitting on the couch. I glance over and see Audrey and Tim waiting to watch us before starting their own activities. I give him a big kiss as I remove his necktie. Loosening Alan's pants comes next, allowing me to pull out his cock. I spend a moment pleasuring his member before I start to unbutton his shirt. After each button is released, I reach inside his shirt to pinch a nipple.

Once his shirt is fully open, I encourage Alan to stand so I can take his pants and shirt all the way off. I then have him lay on his back with his head towards Audrey and Tim. I straddle him, facing his feet this time, hoping to give my audience a good view of the action. I slowly roll my hips down, reaching my hand back to guide his cock into me. My vagina, which was ignored in my earlier clitorally stimulated orgasm, is greedily engulfing his member. When I have fully consumed his entire nine inches, I reverse course, equally slowly releasing eight inches. I gradually increase the pace of my hips back and forth action. Minutes later, just before Alan approaches the point of no return, I stop and rotate on his pole, turning towards Alan's face and chest.

He takes advantage of the position and starts fondling my breasts and pinching my nipples. I start rocking up and down us his cock more energetically. When I feel he is getting close, I reach down and find my clit. I cum first, but the spasms of my cunt squeezing his member sends him over the top just a moment after me. As my orgasm wanes, I lean down and kiss Alan. We then manage to have him sit up without me releasing his shrinking penis. We stay connected as Alan shifts so we can both watch the final act of tonight's display.

Audrey climbs down and crawls across the floor stopping in front of us. I try to turn to follow her, but I lose Alan's almost flaccid dick, so I turn all the way around, leaning against Alan's shoulder. He puts an arm around my back as we watch Tim kneel down behind Audrey and begin to push his huge cock into her. We can see her lips stretching to accommodate the girth of his enormous member. He slowly edges himself deeper and deeper into her, stretching more and more of her to accept the hulking intruder.

He pulls back more quickly and is soon driving in and out of her cunt with abandon. He is groaning right up to the point of release, when he lets out a big roar. Audrey now reaches down and brings herself to her own climax. We see the edge of her cunt trying to squeeze the life out of Tim's cock, milking it for everything she can. When she is done, she emits a very contented sigh.

"Another naked tea chat before bed?" Alan asks the group,

"Yes please," I answer.

"Mmm, can I have it down here with him still in me?" Audrey asks.

Just then, Big Ben, no longer so big, slides out of her pussy.

"I guess I am coming over after all," she says, sounding disappointed..

For the third night in a row, I am sitting naked at the kitchen table as I drink a cup of hot tea. For the second night in a row, wearing a fancy jeweled necklace while doing so.

"What time are the massages tomorrow?" Alan asks Audrey.

"10:30, so I figure leave here around 10:15 and then get to Zardoz about noon, if that still works for you," she answers. "Is it a full breakfast or just a light meal in the morning?"

"I was planning a reasonable breakfast. Blueberry pancakes, sausage and fresh fruit," Alan answers. "I am hoping to edit the footage from the bath shoot tomorrow morning before breakfast, so we can watch it before the movie tomorrow night."

"And I have to warn you about the movie. While it is always a very sexual film, it is not always a sexy one. But it was the most explicitly sexual interesting film I could think of and find. I couldn't find a copy of the Hedy Lamarr film 'Ecstasy'. If I can find it, that will be my next film."

"Tim wanted to know if he can see the drawings of me in two weeks, when I am the model," Audrey says, seeking advice from me.

"He can certainly see my pictures as well as Anne's I'm sure, which will probably be the best drawings. But I bet if you are there at the end of the session, you can walk around with Audrey to see more. She gave Mary the opportunity to see pictures from anyone willing to show them. I will check with Anne Sunday."

"Oh, Tim and I will start looking at possible wedding venues Sunday afternoon this weekend," Audrey says, squeezing Tim's arm.

"What kind of venues are you considering?" I ask.

"We need to host 150-200 guests, so reasonably big. We want it to feel comfortable, not like a warehouse. And we will do the wedding and the reception in the same place. So not just a church. I would love some sort of resort, but there needs to be some reasonably priced places to stay nearby. My family really can't afford resort prices.

"Oh and we would like to stay within two hours of here. And we are thinking spring two years from now."

"We just used the college facilities, so our search was easy. But I bet it's going to be fun work," I say, "You will have to tell me all about in on Monday. Are you traveling at all next week?"

"I am gone for a day trip Thursday."

I grab Alan's hand, saying, "It's our bedtime, have fun, you two."

"Hugs before bed!" Audrey announces and comes over and gives each of us a hug.

Tim comes over and gives me a hug. Ben is starting to show a little life as he presses against me. I look down at it and wag a finger while scoldingly say, "You need to wait another week, Ben!"

Everyone laughs. And Tim turns red.

We head back to our suite and snuggle in bed. Just as I start to drift off to sleep, I hear Audrey and Tim starting a new round in their bed.

I awaken to more sounds of passion from the next room. I enjoy listening to the soundtrack of their antics. As the activities seem to be winding down, I grab my kimono and head into the hallway and toward the kitchen.

As I had guessed, Audrey emerges just as I come past her door. She wears her usual tee, but has put on a panty to give a modicum of modesty not found in her recent morning attire.

We walk into the kitchen, arm in arm, and then split to the opposite sides of the table. Audrey takes her usual seat, as I give Alan a good morning kiss and pour myself a cup of coffee. I point an empty cup towards Audrey and she nods. I pour her a cup too and sit down, sliding her cup across the table to her.

I look over at Audrey's new outfit. The panty, hardly opaque under perfect conditions is wet from the results of her recent activity, and has become largely translucent. I still get a nice view of my favorite pussy in the world.

I notice Alan has managed to take a peek and is also enjoying the view. As Tim wanders in the room, she closes her legs a bit and shifts her bottom more onto her chair, largely hiding the earlier view. So she was definitely intentionally flashing us. For all I, and I suspect Alan, enjoyed that view, she really needs to be careful about flaunting Tim's requests to her. I might say something when we are out later this morning.

Alan lays a platter of sausages and a big stack of blueberry pancakes onto the table. "Dig in everybody," he says, "I have one more griddle full cooking, then I will join you."

After I have finished my plate and cleared it away -- I don't want any syrup stains on my sketch pad -- I hold up the picture I drew yesterday morning using the mirror.

"That's you, isn't it?" Tim asks.

"It absolutely is," Alan says.

"Audrey gave me the idea Thursday night to look at myself in the mirror," I say, "It's harder to do than I thought it would be. Things move a little bit every time I leaned over to actually draw."

"We are going to need to put a whole art gallery in the new house," Alan says.

"Are you moving?" asks Tim.

"We figure we will buy a house once the IPO goes through. Lisa wants to find an old mansion on a couple of acres and do a major renovation of it. And, yes, we will have space for a pool table in it for you, Audrey."

"And maybe a stripper pole for you, too," I say jokingly.

She spreads her legs and lifts both feet above the table, giving Alan and I another clear view, saying, "Whoopeee!"

 Tim gives her a disapproving glance.

"I've been really good about not coming on to Alan. Can't I at least have the fun of flashing them? I promise to still stay well behaved otherwise," Audrey says, a little pleading in her voice.

"Okay, but if he touches your pussy, it gets covered up. And Alan might need a cast on his hand."

Audrey peels off her panty and spreads her legs wide, showing two different big smiles. I guess I don't need to raise the issue with her after all. But I do get to enjoy ogling her until it's our shower time.

"Do you want first shower or should I," I ask Audrey.

"You first, if you don't mind. I am enjoying sitting here," she says.

Alan is enjoying it, too, I think as I go back for my shower. I try not to soak for too long, to leave Audrey enough time for her shower as well. I think I want our new house to have a hot water heater dedicated to our bathroom, so I don't have to worry about conflicts with other people's showers.

I put on a nice yellow sleeveless blouse and green capris, with all the usual undergarments. Audrey's shower starts while I am dressing. Walking out towards the kitchen, I hear Alan and Tim talking. I pause, still around the corner, to not interrupt their conversation. And to eavesdrop.

"I hope you are not really concerned if I am buying Lisa expensive things. That is all I really want to spend money on. And maybe a really awesome gaming setup. I don't think Audrey will feel bad that you aren't buying her the same things."

Tim replies, "I hope you are right. It just makes me feel inadequate. I know you guys will have lots of money. And I know you are not trying to, but I felt kind of put down by that a bit."

Alan speaks up, "One thing I had been thinking about, but I want to run it by you first. Lisa and I could buy Audrey some nice jewelry for her birthday and Christmas presents or something like that. So she feels like she has pretty baubles to wear. And you don't feel pressured to blow out your bank account. Would you like us to, or would that make you uncomfortable. This whole getting rich thing is just weird to me and I don't want it to screw up our friendship."

"I am going to have to think about that. It feels weird, but it seems stupid to not let Audrey get something she would really like to have."

"It won't be anything like that necklace, but I don't expect I will buy Lisa anything like that again either."

"How much was that?"

"Just shy of a hundred grand."

"Holy cow! I knew it was nice, but I hadn't guessed it was that nice."

"What are you two plotting in here," I say as I come around the corner, "Something with Ghost?"

"Something like that," Alan says. "And I am off to work, via the safe deposit box. Have a nice massage. Make sure you get another ugly masseuse, okay? See you in a couple hours."

"I guess I will head back to the apartment, once I can say goodbye to my fiancé," Tim says.

"I'm here," Audrey says, as she gives a big hug and kiss to Tim.

All three of us head out the door together, but Tim walks up the street to their apartment, while Audrey and I climb into my Prius.

"Try not to push Tim too hard right now," I suggest to Audrey, "He is still a little fragile. And the three of us doing so well is a little hard on his ego, I think."

"Yeah I can see that," she agrees, "His best friend is about to become rich and famous. And Marty keeps gushing about the two of us. He is the sweetest, most caring guy in the world and most women would die to have a solid provider like him. But we are becoming hard to compete with. And it will be even worse if Michelle gets you two on the cover of a magazine."

"And he felt bad about you lusting after that necklace. I still can't believe Alan bought me that. But there is no way Tim is going to be able to compete with buying you things like Alan will me. I heard the guys talking about it while you were still in the shower."

"Thanks for the heads up. I will try to think about how to make him feel valued for what he does do."

We get the same masseuse and masseur pair we had last month. Audrey opts for the full body treatment again. I ask her about it, and she says it makes her skin nicer, but more it feels so good. Maybe I will try it next time.

With herbal teas at the spa and a big breakfast in us, there is no need to stop for even a light lunch, so I text Alan when we leave the spa and again when we arrive at the labs. It is the same guard at the desk in the lobby, and he is ogling Audrey lustfully as Alan signs us in. I bet Audrey was right that he didn't report it because he was hoping for repeat performances. He will be disappointed today.

We start with the same exercise we ended last week on, without Audrey's special incentives. And she does not limit me to twenty shots, but makes me clear the table.

She starts setting up shots where the cue ball, target ball and pocket are not in a line. She demonstrates a few times to show how you hit the target ball off center to send it in a different angle than the cue ball came in. It takes much more precision hitting the cue ball, but I am starting to feel like I can control where the target ball is going much better than I was.

She continues setting up shots, but now I not only have to sink the ball, I need to predict where the cue ball will end up. She so obviously wants to give me one of her incentive systems here, but she controls herself. I am getting much better at the easier shots, but I am also starting to think about how the ricochet will occur. I notice that it depends a lot on how hard I hit it as well as the angle.

She now sets a second target ball for each shot, saying she wants the cue ball to just touch the second ball, after sinking the first ball, of course. If I miss the second ball badly, she resets the same shot and I try again. When I am mostly able to do these, she says it's time to start thinking strategically.

She racks the balls and breaks. Before she takes a shot, she asks me where she should shoot. And where the cue ball will end up after shot. And what shots will that leave. Sometimes she takes the shot I suggest, sometimes she explains why she is taking a different one. Audrey really is thinking three or four shots ahead all the time. She clears the table without missing a shot.

I am in awe. I had watched her do this to Tony, but now I understand just how hard it really was. I don't think I will ever be anywhere near as good as she is. But I am at least not embarrassing anymore.

Alan arrives while she is clearing the table. "Lisa had said you were good, but I didn't realize just how good you are. I suspect that you are the best player I have ever seen. Can you do that every time?"

"I'm a little rusty, but my best streak is eleven straight tables without a miss, so mostly yeah."

I go over and hug Alan, thanking for letting us play. "I am never going to play like she can, but I can usually make the easy shots and she has me thinking about what shot I will be looking at next."

"Next week, I want her to start thinking about what shot she will leave the other guy if she doesn't have a good shot for herself."

As we sign out, the guard is eyeing Audrey with a disappointed look, like "where was the show from last week?"

I can tell Audrey wants to flash him right now. I give her a stern look. Pool really does put her back into her college days.

I drop her off at her apartment before heading home. Alan is just starting on dinner. I ask what's on tonight's menu.

"I can't cook anything elaborate after working into the afternoon. Peppercorn steaks with a red wine reduction, fingerling potatoes, and green beans. I am working on a new chocolate bread pudding recipe for desert. Oh and I found some nice rolls to go with dinner at the bakery this morning."

"Nothing elaborate, huh"

"Nothing takes very long nor a whole lot of work. The sauce and the bread pudding are the only things that really take any effort at all."

I sit at the kitchen table and chat casually with Alan as he works on his bread pudding. After a while, Audrey and Tim walk in the front door.

"Sorry, we're not doing anything exciting today. You could have knocked," I say to Audrey. She has a history of barging in on us unannounced while we are getting a little friendly.

"Well get to it then," she says, "A girl has expectations and needs!"

"I think if Alan gets busy with me, we may all go hungry tonight."

"Oh, okay. I guess we can let the kitchen maestro work. But a side of countertop cunnilingus would be good too!"

Audrey and I laugh. The two guys just roll their eyes.

Tim comes over and gives me a hello hug. Much more intimately than he ever used to. I can feel Ben stirring against me during the hug. He must be fantasizing about next Saturday. A lot.

"In about fifteen minutes, I am going to get real busy for about fifteen minutes. I need everyone out of the kitchen then. And I will need someone to set the table and someone to open a bottle of the wine. Leave the dinner plates in here, I will plate everyone's food."

Tim starts setting the table and I open the wine. And we all relocate to the dining room table. Alan does bustle frantically as everything finishes at the same time. Tim realizes that Alan needs help delivering plates and brings out a plate for Audrey and one for himself before sitting back down. Alan brings out the last two plates and we enjoy another delicious Alan meal.

During dinner, Alan announces that it will be a double feature tonight, starting with the fully edited bathtub scene we filmed Wednesday. That starts Tim leering at me for a while, obviously picturing me bare breasted.

I clear the dinner plates as Alan gets the dessert ready. "I was planning on hot rum toddies to go with dessert. Is everyone interested?" he asks.

It seems to be a unanimous desire, so Alan works on the drinks and asks me to take the bread pudding, some bowls and a serving spoon out to the table. "Do you want us to wait for you before serving up dessert?" I ask.

"You can serve it up, but I would appreciate if people waited for me to eat."

In a few minutes, he carries out a tray with four large mugs. "I know toddies are usually a winter drink, but it sounded good with tonight's dessert."

The chocolate bread pudding is a new dish of his that I have never had before. It is scrumptious and does pair really well with the drinks. The dessert has left everybody feeling comfortable and the wine and rum have left us relaxed and more. I think Alan and Tim had more of the wine than Audrey and I did. Tim may be catching up after being the designated driver for our dinner with Marty last night.

Audrey helps me clean up after dinner. She leans over and whispers to me, "Tim is watching your ass non-stop as you are rinsing dishes. He really is thinking about next week."

When the kitchen has recovered from dinner, Audrey and I head towards the living room. Tim is sitting on the couch and Alan is in one of the chairs. I say, "Oh big strong Tim, can you move the other chair next to Alan's so I can sit with my husband?"

He hops up and carries the heavy chair over like it was a feather. He places it a close to the other chair as will fit, but there are still two arms of the chair separating Alan and me. I first sit down in my chair, before Alan convinces me to sit on the two arms between the chairs, so he can put an arm on my back.

Alan starts up my bathtub scene on the TV. I watch myself slip out of the kimono, as my naked body fills the screen. I put a foot up on the edge of the tub as I start to pour the soap bubbles into the bath. We now see a view from the top, with the back of my head, but focused on the bubble solution falling into the water and becoming full bubbles. It cuts to a close up of my pussy. God I was wet when we filmed this. You can just see the sheen. And then a drop of my juices drip out of my cunt. The camera follows the drop down the inside of my thigh. I watch as I step back down and come to the middle of the tub to test the water. The film gracefully blends a shot of me from above leaning over the tub, a shot from the side focused on my hanging boobs and a closeup from behind of my ass and pussy.

My real pussy is getting wet watching this. Alan has been unbuttoning my blouse, and soon has it fully open and my bra pushed over my tits, one hand fondly a breast.

That feels good, but I am intently watching as the digital me steps back to the end of the tub and steps one foot at a time into the water, including another good closeup of my pussy as I initially step in. We watch from above as my body slides under the bubbles and out of sight. We see from the far end as I start to reemerge, shifting to a closeup of a single nipple breaking through the bubbles.

Alan is now unzipping my slacks and sliding a hand down into my real pussy, as I keep watching my doppelgänger on the screen. I watch each of my boobs come out of the water to be carefully washed, extra attention to each nipple. Alan pinches each of my physical nipples just as my virtual ones are being washed with the cloth.

I watch from above as my first leg comes out of the water and over the edge of the tub. For the laving of the second leg, the footage focuses on my inner thigh, with the soap bubbles barely hiding my privates. The bubbles have thinned enough that you can just barely make out my landing strip and maybe my pussy itself in the angle from above.

As I watch the virtual me push virtual bubbles clear of my virtual abdomen, Alan's hand is feeling very real as it rubs my clit. I watch my hands spread my digital pussy and start to please myself, while a real orgasm is growing in my flesh and blood cunt. The same moment my avatar squeezes her legs shut in ecstasy, I let out a load moan, as a real orgasm takes me. I watch myself calm down as I do, I watch her dry herself off. I am also wet, but not something I expect to dry with a towel.

"You did a perfect job timing that with the movie," I say. "The feeling of watching myself orgasm as I really did climax was amazing."

"I had to watch every part of that a dozen times or more while I was editing it. I know the timing pretty well."

"We certainly enjoyed both shows," Tim says.

I look over and see Audrey is dressed, or rather undressed, similarly to me, with her breasts exposed and her slacks open. Tim's cock is also out and Audrey has a hand around it.

"Is everybody ready for the main feature?" Alan asks, before he starts up the movie.

It is subtitled, which always takes me a minute to adjust to. But the main two characters quickly get down to business and return to it regularly. There certainly is a lot of sex in the movie. I have Alan's cock out of his pants, stroking it, while he is fondling my breasts. I am struggling to keep up with the subtitles once he has hand back in my pants. By the time he starts trying to pull me off the arm into his lap, I am whimpering softly.

As I slide off the arm, I push my slacks and panty down to my knees. I am immediately impaled on his cock when I lower myself into his lap. I sit for a moment feeling the fullness in my cunt. He reaches up and around to grab a breast in each hand. I begin to rock back and forth in his lap, pulling his member in and out of me. I am aware of the actors on the screen fucking, but I have no plot, nor do I care to have one. I am content with the feelings coming from my loins.

Alan is starting to thrust up into me, a sure sign that he is approaching his ending. I increase my tempo and reach a hand down to find my clit. He cums first, thrusting into me and groaning. I follow a minute later, quietly, with my own release.

Just as I cum, I hear Audrey sharply say, "I'm over here!"

I glance over to see Tim has his hand in her pussy, but he is watching me climax. Audrey gets up and storms into the guest room. Tim goes running after her.

She is almost yelling at him. "Do you know what that feels like? What would you have done if I was making googly eyes at Alan while you were fucking me? Would you have tried to call off the wedding? I can't believe this, but I might be the one who has to call off next Saturday. Too bad for you she is already taken or you could just dump me for her."

"I'm sorry, Audrey. You are completely right and I am ashamed of myself. I love you, but I have been fantasizing about fucking her pretty much non-stop since Wednesday. I can't go through another fight this week. Let's call off Saturday."

"You will call it off? Thank you! I love you!"

We can't hear anything more -- I don't think they are talking -- until, Audrey says, "Before you pissed me off, you had started me up. Will you please finish what you started!"

I climb off Alan's wilting cock and back into my own chair and finish watching the movie to a background soundtrack of sex noises from a few rooms away.

Audrey climaxes just as the movie ends.

We can then hear Audrey's voice again, "It's silly to cancel Saturday. We both want to do it. I'm all for keeping if you can behave yourself. You are welcome to ogle her to your heart's content, at least as much as Lisa will put up with. And fantasize about her whenever we aren't together, but when we are engaged with each other, be it hugging or kissing or fucking, eyes and mind on me, buster. If I can keep my hands off Alan, you can keep your eyes off Lisa. Deal?"

We can't hear Tim's response, but it is short, so I assume he agreed.

Lisa comes strolling back into the living, stark naked. Tim hurries to catch up, pulling on his boxers for some modesty.

"We seemed to have missed the end of the movie, what happened?" Audrey asks, as if walking back in without a scrap of clothing is an everyday occurrence. I guess with her here, it just about is.

"I don't think Tim would have been a big fan," Alan says, "They get into asphyxia in their sex and she ends up killing him. They arrest her two days later -- she had taken her favorite part of him with her and had it inside her the whole time."

"I'm glad Alan knew," I say, "I kind of got lost. I couldn't believe that scene with the egg though."

"I did see that," Audrey says.

For the fourth evening in a row, Alan prepares hot tea for a naked tea and talk time at the kitchen table.

"I guess we are staying the night again," Tim says.

"So my understanding is that next Saturday is still on?" I ask.

"You heard all that?" Tim asks.

Alan and I both nod.

I point out that we forgot to get together before dinner with our swapped partners to do some planning.

"Let's do it right after we finish our tea. I will take Alan back in the guest room," Audrey says.

Tim and I both say "AHEM" in unison.

"I promise we are only going to talk! We just need privacy to keep our secret."

"Okay, I will take Tim into the study for our discussion," I say.

"Let's do it now," Alan says, setting down his empty tea cup and heading towards the guest bedroom.

Audrey follows him, while Tim and I head into the study. I close the door to make sure we have our privacy.

"Is there anything you want to do specifically," I ask Tim.

"Beyond fucking you, no," he says, "Actually, I would love to tit fuck you as part of this. You have the perfect tits for it."

"I was thinking of starting by giving you a blowjob, but stopping before you are too close. Then you eat me out, before I ride you in cowgirl. I want to control the speed of the initial entry. How about I let you tit fuck me for a few minutes before I mount you. If you are lying on your back, I can straddle your knees, while I lean forward. putting my boobs right at Big Ben level. Does that work for you?"

"Yeah, I if think too much about it, I might bust a nut in my boxers right now."

Looking over, his erection is obvious through the material of the boxers. If he shifts wrong, it will erupt past the waistband and stick out up by his belly.

"I think we can go back to the kitchen then. But you have to promise to pay full attention to Audrey when you are with her. Remember that!"

He nods sheepishly as he walks ahead of me.

Audrey and Tim come out less than a minute later.

Alan's pants are also straining to contain his boner. I look at it and then up at him.

"What, I was sitting in there being told by a beautiful naked woman how she wants me to fuck her," he says, trying to defend himself, "And I'm not supposed to get an erection?"

Audrey says, "It looks like you got Big Ben aroused at least as much. And you weren't even naked."

Audrey turns to Tim, saying, "I think I should help take care of that."

She pulls down his boxer around his cock and bends over to reach the erection with her mouth. Ii would probably have been more comfortable to kneel beside him, but this position flashes her pussy at Alan and me; an advantage I assume she was aware of.

Alan and I stand up to leave them to their own activities, while we tend to ours. I circle the long way around the table, giving Audrey's exposed pussy a quick rub and Tim a peck on the cheek. I meet Alan, and we head back to our own bed to resolve our own yearnings. Alan might have a hard on thinking about fucking Audrey, but I am definitely wet thinking about getting fucked by Tim's enormous cock.

As we enter our room, I head Audrey say, "Actually, I don't want to finish you off yet. I need to save some of that for me tonight. I am horny as hell as well."

Once in our own room, Alan practically rips my clothes off and pushes me onto the bed and takes me doggie style, driving his cock into me with no warmup. Fortunately, I am more than ready myself. I bet I know what she is planning, I think to myself. The one thing she isn't willing to let Tim do to her.

Alan doesn't last long; my much needed release comes shortly after. Not an earth shattering climax, but a nice orgasm nonetheless. After our quick escapade, Alan and I snuggle and fall asleep to the grunting and groaning and moaning and squeaking coming from the next room. I really do have to get Alan to fix that bed.

I wake up to similar sounds in the morning. I am assuming they stopped to sleep at some point over night, but I couldn't swear to it. I am getting used to this wakeup music; it really does put me in a nice mood for the day.

Once they have finished, I throw my kimono loosely around me and head out to catch Audrey in the hallway. She has her too short tee on again today, without yesterday morning's panty. We walk arm in arm into the kitchen, where I break off to give my husband a hug and a kiss. He hands me a cup of coffee and I sit down at the table across from Audrey. I like my morning Audrey pussy ogling even more than my sexy wake ups.

"Eggs, bacon, cinnamon rolls and fresh fruit," Alan says, "But I will wait for Tim to get here before I cook the eggs. But you can nosh on something else while we wait if you want."

I grab a cinnamon roll and start tearing pieces off of it. I am less the way through the roll when Tim comes out, fully dressed, with wet hair. "We should probably try to hit the road before too long," he says, "I want to visit several places today."

"How about we eat our breakfast, then you go bring the car and some better clothes for me, while I take a shower," she replies, "I started keeping a set of clothes here, but this is our second straight night here."

"That works as a plan," he says, "But you are going to have to give me very specific instructions on what to bring back."



Audrey does just that while Alan cooks us our eggs. As we eat, Alan reviews the upcoming plans, saying, "Audrey's new game on Wednesday, our onetime swapping show on Saturday. I think no game night the next week and then it's Tim's turn to choose a movie."

"I have it all chosen, but it's a secret. Yes, it is Sci-Fi, but it has skin for you too, Audrey."

"I have a prediction," Alan says, "But I will bite my tongue. I can suggest it for his next movie if I'm wrong."

Tim gets up to go get Audrey's clothes and the car. I run over and give him a peck on the cheek, but no hug. "We have to stay chaste until Saturday," I tell him.

Audrey laughs.

She stands up for her shower as he is leaving. As soon as Tim is out the door, she pulls her tee all the way off before going back to her suite.

I start to clean up from breakfast as Alan relaxes. "I will take my shower after Audrey is out," I say, "Then I will probably head in to Art a little early to show Anne my drawings from the week. I see the framed drawing of you is here, can I take that, too?"

"It's why I brought it home. It goes to its permanent spot on my wall tomorrow," he says. "Do we want to finish making our new movie Friday evening?. I should be back from Minnesota in time to set things up for a filming. I think it's going to be a shorter movie this time and we already have one good scene for it."

"I would love to," I reply, "And you will have the enforced no sex on your trip, so you will be ready. At least it better be a no-sex trip!"

"We're not going to start having jealousy spats now too, are we?"

"You started it with worrying about Marty. Even if he might want to get into my pants."

I hear the shower stopping in the guest suite, so I head back for my own shower. I soak for a long time, washing off the weariness as I ponder the week that was. I thought this week ended with a bang, but Audrey's game Wednesday, the movie Friday and fucking Tim on Saturday is at least as much. If Audrey and I give in to our desires Monday and Thursday, it's a sex event almost every day. And next Sunday is the first time with a nude model in art class.

By the time I get out of the shower, Tim and Audrey have already left for their venue search and it's time for me to head to my Art class. I give Alan a kiss, grab my drawings and sketch book and climb into the car.