Wishes

This is part twelve 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 minutes after the last one left off, with Lisa arriving early for her art class. The last several days have been very sex-filled for all four of the friends, and the upcoming week looks even more inviting. This chapter continues to be told from Lisa's perspective.

This chapter starts with a lot of talk before reaching a much more steady diet of sex. It has heterosexual and lesbian acts and plenty of exhibitionism, but the main event is definitely group sex, so I categorized it there.

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"Would you mind looking at the drawings I did this week?", I ask Anne when I get to my art class a few minutes early.

"Sure, what'd you draw this week?"

"I started the week just wanting to practice drawing people, but I became more focused as the week progressed."

I show her my sketch of Alan.

"Wow, that is really very good. And already framed."

"Alan is hanging it in his office tomorrow. He's the one that had it framed. The rest are still in my sketch book," I say, opening up the portrait of Audrey.

"Is that our model for two weeks from now?"

"Yeah, she is my most convenient subject, so the model for most of my drawings. That one didn't come out nearly as well as Alan's did."

"May I," she asks, starting to turn the page.

"Pease look at all of them and tell me what I should work on."

"The portrait of Alan shows real depth, but you know him so well. How long have you been together?"

"Married for two and a half years, living together for five total."

"Your picture of Audrey is much more emotionally flat. Some of it is in the eyes, which are easier from the front than the side like this. But some of it is knowing exactly each subtle expression change and capturing that on your paper. This drawing is really good for one of your first portraits. The Alan picture is just exceptional. Amazing really for someone of your experience."

She turns to the picture of Audrey's breast. "This is very nice, breasts are one of the easier body parts to draw. But you did a good job on the fabric in her blouse too. Is this Audrey as well?"

I nod yes as she turns the page again.

"So this is what we will be seeing in two weeks. She will be a good subject to draw. You did a nice job on this one. And you got the arms right for the first time in any picture I have seen of yours. It's your best picture of her. Did she like it?"

"She and Tim want to mount it and hang it in their bedroom."



"You are starting to get a collection of your art hanging places aren't you. I heard Mary talking about framing a copy of the one from last week."

"Oh, my," she says, turning to the picture of Audrey's pussy. "I assume this one is Audrey as well. Is she always this in bloom?"

"As far as I can tell, yes she is. And she shows it off in our condo often enough, I have seen it frequently."

"That may be interesting for some of our students. Our models are usually, how do I put this, less blatant in their sexuality. On poses where she is exposed, there may be few other parts of her being drawn. But looking at the picture, it is not as detailed as I would have expected from you."

"Tim came home at that point and she got up and I lost the pose. I would have liked another five minutes or so."

She looks at the last drawing in my book.

"You in a mirror?"

I nod.

"I think most women artists have tried this. It's hard to keep still enough to draw it well, isn't it. I hear some women now use their phone and project it on a computer screen so they can stay more still. But I think the flatness of the screen would lose a lot."

"I might try that this week, maybe when Alan is on his trip Thursday night."

"Do you want to focus on erotic art?" she asks me.

"Maybe, probably yes. I found the idea of the nude models titillating, sure, but I would have guessed that I would like drawing trees and buildings more. But Mary's modeling got me really interested in drawing people. The more I drew Audrey, who exudes sexuality, the more I wanted to draw more sensual pictures. And I'm guessing you knew I was turned on drawing that one picture of Mary."



"Everybody looking at that picture gets turned on. At least if they have a pulse they do. So I assumed so. I know I would have had to be excited to draw that picture. I suggested selling the picture last week. If you want to focus on erotic art, I have a different suggestion. Do you know the Longley Museum?"

I shake my head no.

"It's a small, but well respected museum of contemporary art. They have been putting out notices that they will have an exhibit of contemporary erotic art this spring, drawn mostly from regional artists. Artists have to submit their work by mid-January and a jury will choose the exhibition by the end of January. Generally they only accept submissions from established professional artists, but the Art League should be well enough respected to submit a handful of pieces. Your one piece might be accepted. The technical execution of the picture is very good for an amateur, but not really museum quality. But the composition and the choice of where to include details is frankly genius, which makes it an interesting potential. I think I could see getting as many as three of your pieces submitted, probably along with some from other Art League affiliated artists."

"That would be amazing! Thanks for your time," I say, "Before you scurry off, I had a question for you. Tim, Audrey's fiancé wants to see as many of the pictures of Audrey as he can. Could he walk around with Audrey after the session was over to see what had been drawn? Like you had Mary walk around?"

"I don't see why not. He can sit in the back and watch if he wants to. I assume she is comfortable with that."

"Yeah, definitely. Oh and do you need male models, too? I am working on getting him to model for me, and I'm pretty sure he will. He is seriously muscled, so drawing him would be diametrically opposed to drawing Mary, who looked soft and sensuous everywhere. But if he gets an erection up there, he could make a porn star blush. Talk about blatant sexuality."



"We usually encourage men to take care of themselves in advance to avoid that problem. But some men don't. It's always interesting to see which male students will draw a penis like another body part and which are homophobic enough to draw anything but.

"I have a delicate question for you. I get the sense that Audrey and Tim are fairly adventurous sexually. We have a few week break after the end of the figure drawing class until the next session starts. Sometimes, if we have the models and we have students who are interested, we have a special off-the-books meeting, with a pair of models, who are willing to display, shall we say, more interesting and explicit poses. It is an extra charge to pay for the models; I chip in too rather than getting paid. If he decides to pose, should I ask them?"



"Absolutely yes. If you really want it to happen, I can tell Audrey the possibility and she will entice Tim into it. Not that I think he will need much enticing. He really seems to like showing off his sexual prowess with her to an audience."

"Our last male-female special session was before covid. This could be very exciting."

She walks away with a bounce in her step.

The class itself was uneventful. We only had one model show up, so we split into two groups of six, so we could each draw him in one of two poses, sitting on a bench or leaning against a lamp post. The other half of the time I drew scenes in the park; some flowers, a tree and a fountain. When Anne passed by one time, she says, "Not quite like drawing Audrey, is it?"

When I get home, Alan has just put something in the oven. "It's basically a giant chicken pot pie," he says, "There should be plenty of leftovers for you and Audrey. Try to save some for me when I get home too."

"We could have used you as a model today. The class only managed to recruit one person, so we only got to practice drawing people half the time."

"I really needed to just collapse this afternoon. Sunday is now my only day off, so I need to recharge on my own."

"Anne had a really exciting suggestion for me today," I say, "We actually had a really interesting conversation. Have you heard of the Longley Museum?"

"Nope. Where is it?"



"Downtown somewhere. And I guess it's well regarded in the world of contemporary art. They are having a juried exhibition of contemporary erotic art in the spring. She thinks she can get the Art League to sponsor my drawing of Mary. The one I did last week from behind. And maybe one or two more of mine if I do something else that good the rest of this year. She thought it was iffy, but it was possible my drawing would be included."

"Wow, that would be amazing!"

"That's exactly what I said," I reply excitedly. "And she was amazed by Audrey's pussy in my picture. She said it may cause some uncomfortable moments for some of the students, because most of their models are not so, as she put it, 'blatantly sexual'.

"And she said if Tim wants to pose, she would see if any other students were interested in a special add on class. With Tim and Audrey posing together. In explicit positions. She was quite excited about the idea. I think I will let Anne ask her about it after she poses in two weeks."

"Next week starts your first nude model class, right?" he asks.

"Yeah, I have no idea who or what gender."

I show him my five drawings from tonight. None of them are bad, but none are exciting in any way either. He puts the framed drawing of him by the door to go to work tomorrow.

We chat over dinner, but not about anything substantial. We just watch boring TV until it is time for bed. Snuggled in bed, I tell him I can take care of him if he is really interested, but I am beat. And we have had a lot of sex over the last week. We just fall asleep with me curled around his back.

I wake up in time to say goodbye to him on the way to work, then put on my gym clothes, pack my work clothes and head to the gym. I do twenty minutes of rowing with my half hour bike ride before heading into work.

Around mid-morning, Javi sticks his head in and asks if he can talk for a minute. I say sure and he steps in and closes the door.

"Marty asked me if I wanted to bring Maria out to dinner with him sometime before the baby comes and everything becomes more complicated. I of course said yes. I know you and Audrey just went out with him and I heard you talking about getting new dresses. We really don't want to buy an expensive dress right now. You are about Maria's size. Do you think she could borrow one from you?"

"First off, if you would rather, I am sure Marty would go to a casual place with you. He thinks of it as a treat to take you out to his fancy restaurant, but he is doing this to make you and Maria happy, so speak up if it's not what you two want. But if Maria would like to go out to a fancy dinner, I can do better than lend her a dress. If she can come up shopping with us on Saturday, I will buy her a dress for the dinner. As a kind of new partner baby warming gift. I bought Audrey's as an engagement gift. The four of us need to all look out for each other. And Alan and I are not concerned about money right now."

"What is the deal your husband? Is he really going to be rich and famous? I didn't know anything at all about this until Friday."

"He led a project that is about to be publicly unveiled. Which will be used to drive his company's IPO. The company PR is spinning him as the new wonder kid of the AI revolution or something. And he stands to make a lot of money. Like more than we could ever spend, so we are looking at creating a family foundation to give most of it away over time. And he already makes a lot more than I do and we own a nice condo, so that's why money is not a concern."

"I will ask Maria, but I suspect she would be thrilled to get a fancy new dress."

"And as a partner, you should be bringing her to fancy places more often," I say. "Let me know what she says. I suspect Audrey will want to come too. Probably meet at my condo sometime mid- to late-morning Saturday morning. Audrey and I go out most Saturday mornings to do something together. Maybe we can start including her some of the times."

"Thank you so much. I will let you know what she says."

At lunch, I tell Audrey about Maria's dress. She says, "I don't really know her very well, do you?"

"No, we met briefly at a couple of company affairs, but never more than to be introduced. Think about how little you knew Alan two months ago, If we hit it off, maybe she can come on some of our girls' days and leave Javi with the baby. I think she would need a break if she is staying home. And Marty wants Javi traveling more."

"Shopping for a dress together seems like a good idea and we can see how it goes from there. She may see us as too wild. Javi seems pretty traditional in most things."

"And Michelle thinks you are prim and proper at all times. And Alan thought of you as the ice queen. As Marty said, and I am sure this was directed to both of us, 'People can have private faces too.' I will bet my dirty books teacher was another one of his lifestyle friends. And stories I told in class about my sex life may have been pillow talk for the two of them."

"It is weird to think that any of the women in his network could be former or even current lovers."

"Do we know for sure that he is not bi-sexual?" I ask, "We had no idea until recently that he had such a sex life to begin with. Maybe he does want into Alan's and Tim's pants too, We have no real idea."

"I had not thought of it, but you could be right," Audrey says, "I trust that everything he tells us is honest, but there is a difference between honesty and full disclosure. My money would still be on straight."

"Mine, too. But we have to keep an open mind. I have some news from my Art teacher, but how did your venue search go yesterday?"

"We found a place we like, but we want to be sure before we commit. It's a ski resort and their season can run into mid May, so we would be looking at the second half of May most likely. They have a couple of dates they are holding for us until next weekend. We need to send them a deposit if we want to reserve it. I guess they expect to be fully booked for spring/early summer by the end of the year. I can show you pictures of the place."

She brings up their site on her phone and I leaf through it. It looks gorgeous.

"Can your family afford to stay there?"

"I will make sure Mary and my father can manage, but there are some reasonable motels just down the road that are very affordable outside of ski season. I figure we will have the wedding party stay at the resort and reserve a block at one of the motels and another block at the resort and guests can decide which one they want to stay at. It's only a three hour drive for Tim's family, so it's nice for them."

"Sounds like you are pretty well settled on the place."

"Probably, but it's a big decision and I want to get it right. So what is your news from your Art teacher? It's Anne, isn't it?"

I nod before I answer, "There is a downtown museum that will be having an exhibit of erotic art by contemporary artists. You have to be admitted into the pool, then a jury will pick the actual exhibit pieces. Anne thinks the Art League can get my sexy picture submitted into the pool. She said it depends on what they are looking for whether it would be accepted. And she says if I do any more good ones this fall, they might get into the pool too. I could get a picture hanging in a real art museum. And it might be a picture of you!"

"It sounds like a display I want to see even if neither of us are hanging on the wall," Audrey replies, lustfully.

"And she was interested in Tim modeling too if he wants to. She seems to actually really like erotic art. Have you talked to her?"

"No, she called yesterday when we were looking at venues. She left a message saying she wanted to see if I had any questions and go over what would happen."

"You should talk to her."

I let her know that Alan made us leftovers again, so she doesn't have to cook tonight. And I was hoping she would do more modeling for me.

Javi sticks his head in shortly after lunch to say Maria was interested in going shopping with us. I tell him it will definitely be Audrey, too. And I suggest she comes to our condo at 10:30. I make sure he knows where the condo is and he thanks me again before he goes back to his work.

I leave a few minutes ahead of Audrey and I am out of my work clothes and have been relaxing for about fifteen minutes by the time Audrey has changed at her apartment and walked the two blocks over. I warm up the chicken pot pie, making sure to leave some for Alan, and we have a bit of white wine with it. Alan also left some of his chocolate bread pudding to heat up for dessert. Overall, quite tasty for leftovers.

I drag a dining room chair into the middle of living room so I can sit while she poses on the couch. I want to get poses out of her that I don't expect to draw in my class. My first one is her laying down on her side on the couch, our couch this time. But the big difference is her legs are now bent, with the bottom knee sticking straight out towards me and her top knee is pointing straight up. This position exposes her luscious pussy blatantly. The knees will be challenging for me as good practice.

This one just didn't seem to work as well as picture of her laying down more demurely. It's okay, but I'm not happy with it.

I try a second pose. Now she is on all fours and I am drawing her from behind. I get her basic shape down, including her hips and her thighs and most of her backside. I ask if she can bring a hand back through her legs and just barely touch herself.

"How long can you hold your hand like that?" I ask her.

"Maybe ten minutes?" she answers.

"So freeze for ten minutes." And I start drawing her hand and pussy as quickly as I can. I focus on getting all the right outlines. I think I can fill in the details mostly from memory.

"You can move now -- thanks," I tell her.

Instead of pulling the hand back as I expected, she feverishly rubs her clit. I watch her pussy convulse as the orgasm overwhelms her. I need to find a way to capture that instant of ecstasy. THAT would be a great drawing.

I tell her to take a break for a few while I fill in the details. I add in some of that imagery I just saw. It doesn't come out quite as I expect, but it works. Rather than looking like she is in the midst of the orgasm I just witnessed, it looks like the trembling of an orgasm about to erupt.

She wanders over behind my chair as I am putting the final touches on it. "Looking at that picture makes me wish I had a cock I could bury in that pussy. And it would erupt the instant I invaded. That is a very hot picture!"

"You've had your release, but I have had to watch building my needs. Do you want to help me out or do you want to watch?"

"Tonight, I wish to watch."

Our roles are now reversed, as she sits on the couch staring at me in my chair. I pull my pants and my panty off and spread my legs. I start to reach down with a hand into my pussy, but stop and take off my top, so I am also totally nude.

I now place one hand in my pussy, rubbing my clit, and one on my tits, tweaking a nipple. I can feel my climax approaching. I swap breasts for a moment then drop both hands into my crotch, one on my clit and one driving fingers into my pussy. I just crest the mountain and start to fall into my orgasm when Alan walks in the door. Even though I love to perform for him, the sudden surprise of a third person backs me off the precipice.

"Did I interrupt something?"

"Actually you did at the worst moment possible. Come look at my pictures from tonight, then I can explain."

Alan looks at the two pictures. "They are very hot," he says.

"She masturbated right after finishing that second pose and I needed some release. She said she wanted to watch, so I was masturbating for her."

"I 'wished' to watch, to be precise."

"Well, I wish to get you off," Alan says.

"Our rules say I should be going now, as much as I would love to stay and watch," Audrey says, gathering her clothes and getting enough on to be allowed out the door and to walk to her apartment.

"We should car pool tomorrow," I yell to her.

"I'll text you", she calls back, most the way out the door.

Alan crouches down and gives me a passionate kiss. He reaches his right hand into my pussy and starts to rub all around. The feeling is starting to come back. He now has three fingers of his hand driving in and out of my cunt while his thumb gently rubs my clit. He brings his mouth down to my left breast, aggressively biting the nipple, It hurts, but in a good way too. He brings his left hand to my right tit, squeezing it physically before his hand slides off to pinch my nipple between his forefinger and thumb. He stops driving his fingers in and out of my canal, pushing them all the way in while one fingertip rapidly massages my g-spot. All while his thumb is working my clit. I am back over the crest again and there is no stopping me this time. I moan loudly and my hips start driving back and forth, searching for the cock that is not there.

As my body starts to calm, I wrap my arms around him and he brings his face back up to mine and we kiss passionately. I can feel his fingers now motionless, but still deep in my cunt.

"I wish to have my cock sucked," Alan says, expectantly.

He stands and I unzip his pants and pull his half-erect penis out. In my mouth, it quickly grows to full size. I focus on the tip with my mouth, circling my tongue around it while my hand strokes his shaft up and down. It does not take long before he is thrusting into my mouth and his seed is arriving. I swallow it all and then lick his cock clean.

"Hungry for chicken pot pie now?"

He nods and I start heating his dinner up. Reheating leftovers may be the extent of my culinary skills, but I try to cook for him when I can. A minute later, I say, "Dinner is served, but I believe you do not meet the current dress code."

He strips off his clothes on the way to the kitchen table and I have my naked tea chat with him while he has his late dinner.

"Are you okay?" I ask him, "You were so rough with me, it seemed like a lot of anger in it. It might have been what I needed at the moment, but it also scared me a bit. Are you angry at me?"

"I'm sorry. It was a bad day today -- nothing actually long term bad happened, just lots of sucky things to deal with. I was both tired and grumpy when I walked in, then I see you there masturbating, feeling good. And part of me resented it. Which is not at all fair to you, I know. But it was there. I really wish I could go back to my old job, but Graham needs me doing this right now."

"Can you find a way to cut back at all on what you are doing? Find an assistant to offload something on to? Your current level of work is clearly not sustainable."

"I will think about finding an assistant. It sounds obvious when you say it, but I have been so caught up in fighting fires, I forget to look at big picture solutions. And St Johns is only two and a half weeks away. I am really looking forward to that."

"Me too. Can I give you a shoulder rub to help relax you now?"

"That would be lovely."

I put his dinner dishes in the sink quickly and come back and begin to rub his shoulders, his neck and his scalp. I can feel his tension easing as I do.

I come back in front of him and give him a kiss. He returns my kiss tenderly, with compassion and care, not the furious passion he had displayed earlier. I am sitting in his lap with our arms around us, just old fashioned necking, the love back in the air. He reaches up and gently strokes a breast, dragging his fingers across my nipple.

"Ouch!"

"What did I do?"

"You bit me hard earlier. I think you will need to avoid that nipple for a day or two. And I kind of expect to bruise on the other tit, so be careful there too."

"I am so sorry; I guess I was rougher than I realized. Is your pussy okay?"



"I can still feel where your hand was, so nothing real rough tonight, but it will be fine. Let me get these dishes in the dishwasher and then we can go to the bedroom to pick up where we just were."

He insists on caressing my ass while I rinse the few dishes and load them into the dishwasher. It is distracting, almost annoyingly so, but it keeps us engaged.

Once done my chore, I turn and give him a kiss, before we walk to the bedroom arm in arm. When we reach the bed, I say to him, "I wish to have my pussy licked."

I lay on the bed, my legs splayed apart. He climbs between and begins to gently lick my outer lips. He slowly, patiently works his way in towards my most sensitive spot. As I approach my release, I realize he is not using any fingers in me, as he usually would to help get me over the hump. The result is a slower journey and a more mellow orgasm, but it feels right.

"I wish you would make love to me slowly and gently."



"I wish that too."

He climbs up and enters me from on top. He slowly slides in and out as we kiss. I am enjoying the kissing even more than the sex right now. After many minutes of this, his thrusting becomes more urgent and he cums inside me. I never approached a third orgasm of the night and I am okay with that. He pulls out of me and we roll over, my head on his chest.

"I love you so much," I say to him, comfortably.

"I love you."

I fall asleep lying there, feeling his hand caressing my back.

I hear his shower running in the morning and go in to join him. I am not after sex this morning, just some kissing and caressing. We wash each other's back. I stay in to wash my hair when he is done. By the time I am dried and dressed, he is about to head out the door.

"Good luck with the interview today," I tell him, "And I love you."

"I love you too. The interview should be a good break from all the other stuff I end up doing."

I see a text from today. pick u up 8:15

I text back an okay and a heart emoji.

So I have about twenty minutes to relax and drink my coffee before she's here. I am feeling very satisfied this morning. And maybe Alan will find an assistant. I want to encourage him to not work both Monday and Thursday evenings. He is not holding up well.

I get a text from Audrey and head down to her waiting car. "Tim was excited coming home from Karate last night," she explains, "I guess he earned a new belt or something. But we had a lot of sex last night, and I am physically beat this morning."

"Alan got a little too rough in getting me off last night after you left. I have some tender spots this morning."

"Been there, done that, girl."

The morning work flies by. At lunch, we describe to Marty the two initiatives that the four of us want to start exploring immediately. We want to talk to some of our better clients to see if they have any interest in adding technology consulting to the mix. Our idea is to add another Analyst position who could advise them on current trends. We also want to explore hosting a conference for our clients to talk amongst themselves about issues they are facing. Some of our active clients could give talks on how they are using our services. We can also invite clients we are actively wooing.

Marty likes both the concepts. He says he needs to talk to the other partners before we can actually talk to our clients about this, but he expects them to okay us moving both forward soon. He then says how proud he is of all four of us and how well we have come together and announces that we are all getting promoted to Senior Analyst, effectively immediately. And our raises, twenty percent, will be back dated to the first of the month. Javi is beaming at that. And we can now have our Friday lunch meetings in the conference room and get simple catered food, like sandwiches or pizza. We just need to let Becky know what we want and she will arrange for it to be delivered.

Late in the afternoon, I get a call from Alan.

"Is it okay if they use your picture of me? The reporter saw it hanging on the wall and sent a photo of it into his editor. I think they want to put your drawing on the cover, but they need your permission. They are going to send you some paperwork to sign."

"Of course it's alright."

He says goodbye. And I am in a bit of shock.

My first thought is to send an e-mail to Anne. I think my portrait of Alan is going to be on the cover of Wired magazine next month!"

I then run over to Audrey's office, but she is on the phone, I think with a client. She waves at me and I walk back towards my office. Marty cuts me off on the way back. "You look like you have news you need to share with someone. Will I do?"

"I think you know I started my art back up. I drew a portrait of Alan which came out really well and he has it hanging in his office. The Wired reporter came to interview Alan today and saw the picture. They want to use it, maybe as the cover picture for the next month's issue. I can't believe a picture I drew might be on the cover of a magazine!" I say and then I squeal, a little too loudly for in the office.

"Congratulations my dear, but indoor voice, please."

My squeal brought several more people out of their offices and I need to explain the story all over again.

I get lots of congratulations and I can hear Michelle talking, mostly to herself, "You are going to be SO easy to get a promo piece published about."

I say, "Everybody should probably try to get back to work. Sorry to disturb your afternoon."

I go back to my office and see a short response from ! This will make it easier to get your other pictures into the exhibition pool.

A while later, Audrey sticks her head in and asks what the big todo was.

"Are you ready to leave?" I ask.

"I could be in a couple," she responds.

"I can explain in the car then."

She already knows the portrait of Alan, so it's a shorter story to tell her. I also pass on what Anne had told me. I suggest she calls Anne right after she gets changed if Tim isn't home yet. We agree that she will walk down to the condo around 8:20 in the morning and I will drive in, since she is coming for dinner and game night afterward.

She parks in her spot at their apartment and I enjoy the walk back on a nice late summer evening. Alan is just getting home when I arrive.

"I saw your car and assumed you were here. Did Audrey drive today?"

I nod and give him a hug and a kiss. He looks more relaxed today than he has getting back from work in weeks.

"Work go well today?" I ask, as we head into the condo.

"The interview was fun. The reporter was just comfortable to talk to. But I guess that's his job, isn't it. We spent probably three hours together, including lunch. I have the paperwork here for you to sign. I guess I could have claimed that it was my property now and I could have signed, but that didn't feel right to me.

"Li is also starting to get more comfortable with her new role, which is taking some pressure off me. And there were no new squabbles with the partners at the sub. Even without the interview, today would have been my most pleasant day since we formed the subsidiary. I am not looking forward to being away overnight and I feel bad about it for you, but I think the trip will be mostly fun. I enjoy recruiting people and talking about how I want the groups to work. And most of the rest of the time will be spent geeking out on technical stuff with the whole recommender group. You know how much I like that."

"I'll be okay. It's great that you will be having a break from some of the politics you seem to get dragged into. And once you get back, we can make our second movie. And then Saturday night. And Sunday is my first chance to draw a nude other than Audrey. And that's not even counting tomorrow night. Have you planned anything to order Audrey to do?"

"More like a few fantasies. I want to go with the flow of what is happening. But I have no shortage of ideas. Tito's tonight?"

"Yeah, but I am going to change first."

After talking about all the sex over the rest of this week, I am getting amped up a bit. And thinking about what I can order Audrey to do is not hurting. I put on my current favorite sexy outfit, the red halter I bought recently with Audrey, along with my white skirts with the slits up the slides. I decide to go full commando today, so just those two garments along with a pair of sandals.

Alan beams when he sees me come out in the outfit. I flip the front of my skirt all the way up so he can see my lack of panty. "I have to work to keep some of your thoughts on me and not only Audrey the next few days," I say, teasing him.

At the restaurant, Alan hands me several pages of legalese that give Wired rights to publish my drawing. I read through it. They get an option for non-exclusive, irrevocable rights to publish the drawing. I get a hundred dollars if they choose to actually publish. Alan hadn't mentioned I get money in this.

"Seems legit to me," I say.

"I thought so, but I wanted you to read it too," he agrees and then changes the subject. "I have been thinking about the movie some more. Remember when you surprised me with the catsuit? You kind of implied you had something else, too. I have an idea for the beginning of the new movie where you would be sitting by yourself, wearing some sort of neglige or something, sitting on the edge of the bed, maybe brushing out your hair. Something that is lacy enough to just barely see through and has easy access from below is what I was hoping for."

"I think I can make that happen," I reply, "Maybe I can give you a little lingerie show when we get back, if THIS isn't enough."

I bend down to itch my ankle, flashing most of both of my boobs at him barely held in by the halter.

"Just remember, you left me several sore spots yesterday, so you still need to be a bit gentle tonight. It should be all healed before Friday, though."

"At least until Tim gives you a sore pussy Saturday," he says, getting some payback for my Audrey comments earlier.

We enjoy a relaxed dinner together and walk home arm in arm. Back at the condo, we neck on the couch for a while, then I tell him to sit still for a minute. I go back and change into my pink babydoll, which I haven't shown him yet.

"Close your eyes," I call out before coming back into sight.

Once I am standing in front of him, I say, "You can open your eyes now. Is this what you had in mind for the movie?"

I am pantomiming brushing my hair as I stand there.

"Yes," he says hungrily, "And you're right, standing up is even better than sitting down. That is really sexy looking."

He is literally licking his lips watching me.

I say, "Let me give you the full view before I show you what I want to wear tonight."

I slowly spin around, showing me from all sides. When my back is to him, I bend over, displaying my ass and pussy almost completely exposed through the back of the lingerie. When I am back around facing him, I take a step forward, until my knees are almost touching his. I pick up a foot and place it beside his thigh and reach a hand under the garment to play with my pussy. He has an almost perfect view of this action, only obscured by the thinnest of pink lace hanging down.

I take my foot down and start walking away, saying, "I think you will like one, too."

I put on my blue bustier with nothing else. I am totally nude below the waist and the bustier supports my girls without hiding any of the essentials. It has the intended effect of focusing the viewers eyes on the naughty bits above and below.

I have him close his eyes again before I am in sight. I have a foot back up on the couch before I let him see.

"Wow!" he exclaims. "Can I touch anything?"

"Not yet," I say.

I step back and give him my best curtsey I can manage. I was never very graceful; when I was little, I dropped ballet after a few weeks. I start to turn slowly around and, as I did before, I bend over with my back to him. Unlike in the baby doll, I do not stand back up all the way, but move towards him and start grinding my bottom into his lap. I can feel his cock straining to reach me through his pants.

I take pity on him. I pull off his lap, turning and kneeling just in front of him. I reach down to unfasten his pants and release his straining member from its imprisonment. After all the temptations I have been offering him this evening, it takes little attention before he is pumping his special sauce into my mouth and down my throat.

I lick him clean, stand back a step, and tell him to take his clothes off and lay on his back. Once he has obeyed, I climb onto his face and he slowly and surely brings me to a strong climax. When my body has calmed, I slide down him and kiss him passionately. I can feel his cock coming back to life, trying to impale me.

I am not giving him that privilege, not quite yet. As I sit up, my pussy pins his cock to his abdomen. I slide my wet gash along the underside of this shaft, not letting it pop up into me. This position feels wonderful to both of us, but it is short of the sensations of full penetration.

I finally relent, reaching down to guide his cock into me. I do love that first moment when I can feel him all the way inside. I start rocking hips slowly, repeatedly filling and emptying my cunt. I can see him wanting to reach up to my tits.

"It's okay, you can touch them. Just be gentle with them."

The bustier is also cramping his style. He usually grabs each boob from the underside initially, but that is the one part that is covered. He soon finds a new angle and is gently fondling them and dragging fingers enticingly across my nipples.

The extra stimulation has me getting close, so I reach down to find my clit. He sees what I am doing and starts to thrust up into me as I rock down onto him. It is now a race to the finish and we both win. He groans and releases his second flood of the night while I moan and start squeezing every drop out of his cock. As soon as my body can, I lay forward onto his chest and kiss him gently and lovingly. My cunt keeps a hungry grasp of his diminishing appendage until it disappointingly slides out, no longer able to support itself.

We lay cuddle in our post-coital bliss for probably half an hour. Alan breaks the silence, saying, "I bet this would look good for the ending of the movie. Does this look sexy being put on or should we just cut to you wearing it?"

"It's a little awkward, but not too bad. I can show you what it looks like going on and off right now."

I stand up and unclasp the back, mostly removing the garment. I pull the lingerie back fully around me and it takes me only a couple of seconds to clasp it again.

"Can I watch that from behind?" he asks.

I can tell he is trying to envision different camera angles. I turn around and let him watch as I release the back and then refasten it.

After my demonstration, I announce, "Time for naked tea."

I am torn as to whether to leave the bustier on or take it off for our tea. I decide to leave it on.

I am sitting, fully exposed, if not quite naked, while my totally naked waiter delivers me a cup of my preferred bed time tea and sits in the chair next to me. After we have finished our tea, we walk arm in arm back towards the bed.

"This thing is incredibly sexy, but it is kind of scratchy," he says.

"It's called a bustier," I clarify, "And I'm glad you like it. Most bustiers cover the interesting parts of your boobs, but Audrey helped me find this one."

As I take it off, I notice it got a bit of a cum stain on it tonight. I will need to wash it Thursday night, so it looks good for the movie.

We fall asleep cuddled in bed, both sexually sated.

I awaken to him in the shower, but I apparently drifted back to sleep. I am awoken again by the front door opening and Audrey's voice calling, "Hello?"

"Back here," I call, "I guess I fell back asleep and overslept."

She comes back and sits on the edge of the bed, watching my naked body lustfully as I climb out from under the blankets and sheet.

"Let me take a quick shower and then get dressed," I say, "I'm sure there is still coffee in the kitchen if you want."

"I am enjoying the entertainment in here," she says, with a smirk and a gleam into her eyes.

"I'll be right back," I say as I walk past her into the bathroom and my shower.

As the shower stops, I hear her call to me, "It looks you had a lingerie show for him last night. Did he enjoy it?"

A little later, "From the spot I think I see, I'm pretty sure he did."

"We are going to finish our second film Friday evening, and we decided to have me wearing these in it. Around the bathtub scene. I bet we get to watch it Saturday before our main event."

I am almost dressed now. "Let me grab a travel mug full of coffee and whatever he left me for breakfast. Sorry to keep you waiting."



"The view was worth the wait."

"Actually, do you mind if I sit and eat some of this?" I ask as we get to the kitchen. Alan has left a pair of chocolate chip muffins and some fresh fruit.

"You can have one of the muffins if you want," I add.

"Sure. I'm not in any real hurry to be at work anyway, but I want to get out early if possible. I am pretty amped up about tonight."

"We can eat at our desks today since we can talk in the car both ways," I suggest.

On the way out to my car, I see Audrey's car as well. "I figure I will spend the night tonight, but I have to get to the airport by a little after 9:00. Easier to have my car here," she explains. "I dropped my overnight bag in our room while going back to wake you up."

I don't feel like saying it's a guest room, even if they are sleeping in it two or three nights a week recently.

I change subjects, saying, "I am trying to get Alan to cut back on his hours a bit. He is wearing down. Hopefully he will be home for dinner either Monday or Thursday most weeks. Do you want to eat with us or would you rather have the time to yourself?"

"To be honest, I could use some alone time," she replies, "Remember, I was alone most nights until two months ago. This has been a bit of a shock and it helps me recover to be on my own for stretches. Monday next week is probably a good night for me-time if Alan will be home. Although modeling for you with him watching could be interesting..."

"Our rules say that would be okay as long as he is not physically involved, I think," I say.

"Good chance our rules shift some after we digest what happens on Saturday. I'm not sure how, but I'm pretty sure it will change things."

"You are probably right. Before I forget, what time are you getting back tomorrow? If you are not too wiped, I would like to have dinner with you. Alan is on an overnight trip that night. I can pay for a dinner out if you want."

"I should be back around 6, assuming no air delays."

My day flies by, but Audrey always looks busy when I see her. Getting everything set for her trip tomorrow I assume. She finally sticks her head in and asks when I will be ready. We decide to leave immediately.

"Are you excited about tonight?" I ask

"I am so wet, I am worried about soaking through my panty and staining one of my good skirts. God I am so ready for this."

A few minutes later, she looks at her phone, and tells me, "Tim is already home. I told him to meet us at the condo."

"Alan texted me just before we left saying he is tied up and will be late," I admit, "Should we do Rick's tonight?"

"I was going to wear something fairly revealing to dinner tonight, but I can go for wearing it to Rick's."

"Mike never minds us showing up half dressed. Should I go all out with my pink blouse with no bra or wear my halter. I wore it to dinner last night, but I moved to the lingerie show immediately after, so I barely had it on."

"See what you think after you see me."

We get to the condo just as Tim is walking up. Audrey gives him a kiss then runs up towards the condo, saying, "Time for me to get changed."

Tim and I walk up behind as I show him the key. She is waiting for me to unlock the door we get there.

I say to Tim, "Alan's not going to be here for another half an hour, then we are going to Rick's. How about I do a quick sketch of you while we wait?"

"How do you want me?"

"We already talked about what I want Saturday," I reply, turning Tim bright red. "But for your drawing, I was thinking about you sitting comfortably in the chair. With your shirt off, please."

He takes his shirt off. I try a view vantage points to see what angle I like. Just as I am about to tell him to freeze, Audrey's comes out of the guest bedroom in her new outfit.

"Hey, no starting early on Saturday," she says.

"Lisa was about to draw me," Tim says, defensively.

"I know that, silly. I was teasing. Do you like my outfit?"

She is wearing a white halter top that barely contains her breasts, with the neckline dipping well below them. Her tummy is exposed so far down that I expect to see her small patch of fur peeking out. She has a tight micro skirt that emphasizes her mound and outlines just the top of her labia through the tight cloth. The hem of the skirt cannot be far below the bottom of her pussy. That skirt is tight enough that there is no way she is wearing anything under it.

As I look back at her top, I realize that the white cloth is slightly translucent, meaning I can make out her small red nipples and pink areolae through the halter.

"Too much?"

"I love it!" Tim exclaims.

"I think I know which outfit I have to wear to compete with that," I say. "Now go sit in your chair and don't distract Tim while I draw him. And Tim, wipe that drool off your chin."

He wipes his chin, finding nothing. Audrey and I both laugh.

"Now pick a spot slightly to your left to stare at. And freeze!"

I start by drawing the chair to give me some structure to hold him against. I loosely sketch the outline of his torso and then his head and face. I want to focus on his torso, so I skip over the details in his face to draw his chest. God, there are muscles everywhere. Nothing like drawing Mary's or Audrey's bellies, which are smooth and soft with gentle curves. I draw in his six pack and then spend a few minutes just shading under each of them. I work on his pecs and his nipples. I have just started on his closer shoulder when Alan walks in and the freeze is broken.

I tell Tim that's all I am going to draw on this one and that he should shake out his arms. I go over and give Alan a kiss. "Tough day?" I ask.

"Actually not bad, but we had a good dialogue going with the partner and I didn't want to risk losing the momentum."

"We decided to go to Rick's since you won't be cooking for us. I need to go get changed though."

I disappear into the bedroom while Alan notices Tim stretching out with no shirt. And then hidden behind him, Audrey in her revealing outfit.

"So it's going to be that kind of night at Rick's, huh," he says, "Is she going to wear - "

I come out in my white skirt and pink blouse and sandals. And once again, nothing else.

"I guess she is," Alan says, answering his unfinished question.

"Tim, if you can put your shirt on, I think we can go put a big smile on Mike's face," I say.

We walk to the restaurant two by two, with each couple going arm in arm.

Mike is indeed excited to see Audrey and me again. "I am glad we are getting to see so much of you these days," he says as we walk in. I am pretty sure he is not referring to the frequency of our visits.

He seats us in a square four top in the back corner. I sit with my back to most of the diners, but Audrey chooses the seat against the back wall, making herself visible to almost every diner in the establishment.

She sits before I do and in such a way that I momentarily get a full view of her pussy. Once seated, she does place a napkin over her lap, giving her the faintest cover for her modesty.

We enjoy our meal and have enough wine to have us well lubricated for planned game. At one point, Audrey kind of nods towards the table behind us. I excuse myself for the ladies, glancing at the table Audrey had indicated. It is the same elderly man who was obsessed with my outfit almost two months ago. I text Audreyit's the same old man while I am in the ladies room. When I get back, Tim has apparently felt the call of nature as well. Audrey 'accidentally' drops her napkin off to the side where Tim was. Audrey shifts sideways, spreading her legs as she does and then bends down beside the table to claim the wayward cloth. There is no way that he didn't get a good view of her pussy and both breasts with that stunt. I hope his wife appreciates the extra attention she may be getting tonight.

We walk back, again two by two and arm in arm. When we get in, Audrey reviews the rules and some ne ones she has added.

To state a command, you start with 'I wish'. Every wish is granted in this game.

We each draw a card each round. Person with high card tells Audrey what to do and with whom. Timing is ten seconds for each pip on a 2-10, two minutes for any face card and five for an Ace. If Audrey draws high card, she tells low card what to do. Ties for high card become cooperative tasks and double the time. If Audrey has high card, she picks one for low card ties.

If the target of the action still has any clothes on, they shed that article and the times are increased by a minute, after doubling, if any. If you make someone cum while controlling yourself, you get a plus one on your next card drawn. If any of the rest of us cum, we are disqualified for the night. The game ends when all three of us have been disqualified or Audrey has cum four times.

On the first draw, I win with a Jack. She takes off her skirt and I say, "I wish to feel up Audrey."

Which I proceed to do for the next three minutes. She is starting to breathe heavily, but no bonus for me yet.

Tim wins the next draw with a nine. "I wish for a blow job while I fondle her tits."

She unties her top while Tim drops his pants and boxers. She kneels down and gives intense attention to his cock while he plays with her tits. He is looking uncomfortable when the timer dings two and a half minutes later.

Audrey draws an ace, with Alan's four being the low card next round. "I wish to blow Alan," she announces.

Alan is whimpering by the end of his six minutes, but he manages to hold on.

In the next round, Alan and I each draw Queens. We whisper to each other, then I announce, "I wish to sit on Audrey's face while she licks my pussy and Alan licks her pussy.

Four minutes later, both Audrey and I are gasping for air.

I win the next round with a King, "I wish to lick Audrey's pussy while I finger her cunt and play with her nipples."

She is back on her back again as I do as I had stated. With less than thirty seconds to go, I break her for the first orgasm of the night.

She and Alan draw Jacks in the next round, while my three is low even with my +1. Audrey and Alan confer for a minute before he announces, "I wish to fuck Lisa while Audrey sits on her face."

I still had my skirt on, so this is a full five minute ordeal. Alan's cock in me feels so good and I relish attacking Audrey's pussy, but in the end all three of us survive, barely.

For the next round, Alan and Tim both draw Aces. Tim announces, "We wish to spit roast Audrey."

She kneels on all fours as Alan kneels in front of her and Tim behind her. I set the time for ten minutes and say go. She wraps her mouth around Alan's cock as Tim slowly pushes into her. She moans as she is filled.

But Alan is the first to fold. He had just barely survived fucking me for five minutes and Audrey's oral talents are more than he can withstand. She swallows all of his offerings. But Tim is starting to pick up his pace. He reaches around her and finds her clit. With about two minutes left, she cums for her second time of the night. Tim keeps driving in to her for the whole ten minutes and looks relieved when the timer ends the session.

Alan no longer draws for the next round. Audrey and I both draw Jacks and Tim draws a Ten. I am about to talk with Audrey when Tim pipes up, "I get a plus one, so it's a three-way tie."

This was a case Audrey had not defined in her rules. We look at each other for a moment before I suggest, "How about Audrey and I 69 while you fuck Audrey again."

"Seems appropriate," Tim says.

"I'm definitely game," Audrey says.

"I assume for six minutes," Tim says, "It is a three way tie, so it should triple."

We all nod and Alan sets the timer while I lie on my back and Audrey crouches over me and Tim positions himself aimed at her pussy. When we are all set, Alan says, "GO."

Audrey and I start tonguing each other aggressively while Tim begins to push into her. I can't believe I am watching his mammoth cock spreading her open from an inch away. Between my tongue and Big Ben spreading her, Audrey is the first to cum. I don't back off though and soon she is climaxing a second time.

I know we still have time and Tim is still actively fucking her, so I take my tongue off Audrey's pussy and start licking Tim's shaft on each pass by. About two licks and he is grunting and pumping his cum into Audrey, which starts leaking out and spilling down into my mouth.

The thought of what is happening, combined with Audrey's talented tongue, pushes me over the edge as I shriek in ecstasy. Just as the timer dings.

"Oh my god!" Alan cries, "That was the hottest thing I have ever seen."



"You only got to see it. That was the hottest thing I have ever done, by a mile," I say.

"Me too," Tim says.

"Me three," Audrey says.

"Technically, I think I won," I claim.

"I think we all won, my dear," Audrey says, as we sit up and she kisses me.

Alan announces, "Naked tea time!"

We all go to our usual spots at the kitchen table.

"That was an awesome game, Audrey," Tim says.

"It certainly got us into more interesting situations than the other game did," I say.

"I was expecting to wish for being serviced, but the rules Audrey added made us want to make the others cum first. It was interesting that way," Alan says.

"Interesting? I think that just blew interesting way out of the water," Audrey exclaims loudly.

I am sitting here thinking that Saturday can't come soon enough. At least when I am not just ogling my favorite pussy. I don't think I have ever seen it so in bloom as it is now.

"I feel a little cheated," I say, "Tim hasn't got to me eat me out yet. Audrey and I have gotten the two of you off now with blow jobs. And Alan got to eat Audrey's pussy. But my poor pussy still has not experienced Tim's tongue."

I almost feel like Audrey talking like this. But it is a notable unfairness that arose, for Tim as well as me.

"Should we declare that to br the winner's prize? She can wish for satisfaction from any one of us losers?" Alan suggests.

"They are my rules and I think I am adopting it, so it is now the prize."

"I wish for Tim to give me an orgasm with his tongue."

Tim walks around the table and I slide my chair back and slide forward on it to give him good access. Tim kneels in front of me. He puts a hand on each of my breasts -- I think he really likes them -- and fondles them. He reaches forward to kiss my chest between the two boobs. He then continues kissing down my belly, past both my navel and my landing strip, until he reaches my slash. He brings one hand down and spreads my lips while the other hand continues to work on my tits.

He kisses my inner lips near my clit and then starts licking from the outside in. I am moaning by the time he reaches my clit. He lightly teases it with his tongue and then gently bites it. I almost cum on the spot, but I don't want this treatment to end yet. He brings his lips around my clit and suckles it like a nipple, before stopping briefly to caress it with his tongue again. My labia are now spread by his face, so he brings the hand down and pushes three fingers into my cunt. I am moaning in desperation now. He suckles my clit again as he drives his fingers in and out of me. I shriek to announce my ecstasy as he continues to lick. I cum a second time on his tongue before I start to calm and he eases back on the stimulation.

"Til Saturday," he says, as he stands up and walks back to his chair. He has a full hard-on again.

Alan comes over and gives me a kiss and a hug. I think it's time for our bedroom, so I say goodnight to Audrey and Tim. I would give each of them a hug, but she is starting to climb up in his lap, presumably to get fucked again.

As we walk into our bedroom, Alan says, "I almost came watching that. I need to fuck you now. And it is pretty important that you cum for me if you can."

"I don't think that's going to be a problem," I say, "I am ready to cum again at the drop of a hat."

I climb on him in cowgirl fashion. I can tell he will not last long, so my hand is on my clit while both his hands are on my boobs. He climaxes first. It doesn't seem like a really powerful orgasm, but one with great need behind it. He was desperate to cum in me.

It takes me about a minute longer to reach my own climax, but it's a big one. I was still amped up from Tim's treatment, but all three of my orgasms tonight lacked a cock in me. My orgasms are always better with something in my pussy and this time it is especially true. I groan loudly for my initial release; loudly enough I am sure I could be heard through the closed door and around the corner and into the kitchen. I shudder and moan as each wave passes through. It seems like an eternity, but I guess it really lasts about 45 seconds.

Well, I think to myself, if Alan was feeling inadequate because Tim gave me a strong pair of orgasms, he shouldn't be after that one I just had on his cock. I lay down on his chest kissing him until his flaccid penis slips out of my cunt. I slide sideways off him, leaving my head on his chest. We can hear the sounds of them reaching their shared climax as we drift off to sleep.

We are awoken by more sounds of passion, Alan chooses to take this opportunity to take his shower while he knows there is no competition. I laze in bed listening to the passion. Alan finishes his shower before their passion ends and is dressed and heading out to the kitchen when the guest shower goes on, I grab my kimono and catch up to Alan. Audrey comes out as we walk by. She hasn't even bothered to throw a tee shirt on this morning. Alan takes the opportunity to put an arm around each of us and we walk to the kitchen arm in arm in arm.

I watch Alan making the coffee and then start making some kind of muffins. I am not used to having to wait for my morning coffee. He has usually been up long enough to have it made by the time I get to the kitchen. Unless he really wants morning sex, like two weeks ago, when he brought my coffee to me in bed.

Audrey and I get the first two cups once it has brewed; we both sit and wake up with the juice of life. Alan starts cutting up his fruit once the muffins are in the oven. Tim comes out and rolls his eyes at Audrey's lack of clothing.

"Do you have time for a muffin? They will be done in about ten minutes," Alan says to Tim.

"I guess so. And if my fiancé insists on dressing this way, I will have to take advantage while I wait."

He sits down and starts fondling one of her breasts. Soon, he has leaned over and is suckling her breasts. She is starting to breathe heavily. The timer dings and Alan pulls the muffins out of the oven.

"Sorry, dear, I should go now," he says, almost tauntingly, "You drained me for much more than this anyway. Have a nice trip today. See you tonight."

He grabs a very hot muffin in his hand and walks out.

"Bastard," she grumbles.

"Well, it is a different way of complaining about your choice of attire in the mornings here," Alan says.

"Do you need me to finish you off?" I offer, "We have a few minutes til the muffins are comfortable to eat. And I wouldn't want you to go attacking your seat mate on the plane or something. Marty would definitely disapprove."

"Unless he was my seat mate. But, if you don't mind, it would make me much more comfortable for the trip."

I come around the table and crouch down in front of Audrey. She spreads her legs. I start by reaching my hand into her crotch, quickly finding her clit. I am getting her close with my hand when I suddenly stop.

"Don-," she starts to say.

But I have just swapped my hand out for my mouth. I use my hand to drive three fingers into her cunt as she starts to moan. She pinches her own nipples as she gets close. I have my whole hand going in and out of her cunt now. She is obviously about to reach her release when I pull my hand out. She makes a disappointed whimper, but I then thrust a finger into her ass. She shrieks in orgasm as I continue with my tongue to push the orgasm as far as it will go. I finally start to ease off and pull my finger out of her.

"Thank you -- that was really nice."

"It's what friends are for."

"Are you my friend too, Alan?"

"Not when your fiancé is threatening to break my hand if I touch you. Plus Lisa and I would miss the scenery when he made you cover up. But I think the muffins are ready to eat. And the fruit is nicely ripe today."

Audrey actually opts to take her shower immediately, dressing quickly and grabbing a muffin for the drive to the airport.

Once she is gone, I ask Alan, "Don't you have to be off to a plane too?"

"I don't have to leave for an hour for my flight. Can you think of anything we can do in that time? Something that will last us until tomorrow afternoon?"

He comes over and kisses me and pulls my kimono open. "Now just what was Tim doing to you last night?"

By the time Alan has to leave, I have climaxed three times and my cunt is dripping cum out of it. I go back for a much needed shower while he heads out to Minnesota.

I get to work in a very chipper mood. Mid morning, Marty sticks his head in and asks if Audrey got off okay for the flight this morning. So he is assuming she spent the night with us last night. He has figured out that we now have two parties a week, on Wednesday and Saturday.

I figure I can play along, "I made sure she got off this morning before the flight."

He seemed to appreciate my comment. If he had any doubts if Audrey and I were lovers, I think I just removed them.