Mile High

I met Alf in junior year. He was the best-looking guy on campus and he was brilliant and wickedly funny. He was also prone to weird and unusual statements. His given name was Alfredo Calderone but I called him Alf because sometimes he seemed almost alien.

I'm Billie Christian. Just Billie, B I L L I E, no middle name. My parents were southern born and liked to keep things simple. It sometimes gives me problems on government forms when the bureaucrats insist that Billie is a nickname and demand to know my full name. The absence of a middle name is also an issue for some, causing them the put "NMN," no middle name, in the boxes on their forms. It's not unusual for me to get mail addressed to Mr. William Nmn Christian.

As I said, Alf and I met in junior year. We quickly discovered we both had a passion for computers and sex. We were crazy about trying to push the university computers to perform the most outlandish things. We spent hours together theorizing and designing algorithms that were beyond the ability of many others to understand and, when not scratching out programs, fucking each other's brains out. Both Alf and I were adventurous and inventive in suggesting sex in interesting positions and locations, many not so private. It worked well for us. We established a number of firsts and we hadn't been caught yet. So far, our escapades included only us but we both realized that including others in the future was more of a probability than a possibility.

Predictably, we became fascinated by Artificial Intelligence. We were impressed by what the AI systems could do. We instantly understood the power AI had to do good and, simultaneously, the potential to do great harm. We wondered if it was possible to create a safe AI system, one that had all the positive features without the ability to use its knowledge for harm.

We worked tirelessly to understand AI, its capabilities and limitations. We moved in together after graduation and, about a month later, had a working system that Alf labeled "SArtI" for Safe Artificial Intelligence.

We continued to work on SArtI, discovering that it was capable of much more than we originally thought. By fall, we had a system with outstanding analytical abilities but unable to use its results to implement any of its recommendations. It was limited to only presenting its conclusions to humans to implement. It hadn't been easy since SArtI could generate new software based on its conclusions and assumptions. We managed to keep it under control by implementing an infinitely recursive feedback loop that subjected its own code to analysis by SArtl itself and eliminating anything that came close to breaking Isaac Asimov's three rules of robotics as modified by Professor Frank Pasquale.

We were delighted with our creation and played with it endlessly. We mentioned SArtI to Conor Murray, an Irish graduate student, at an annual international technology conference and demonstrated it one evening. Two weeks later, Conor called. He wanted us to travel to Dublin and demonstrate our system to a corporate friend of his. He was reticent to give us more information but told us that the trip would be fully funded by his friend.

We were initially hesitant to fly ten hours to Dublin with such little information but, in the end, we decided, "what the hell, why not." Neither of us had been to Ireland before and the trip might just be a good change for both of us. We also wondered if sex in Ireland would be different than sex in San Francisco.

The next several days were spent in obtaining rushed passports and understanding the requirements to visit Ireland.

We arrived in Dublin around noon on a Tuesday. The flight had been uneventful in business class seats so comfortable and private that we had difficulty holding hands even though the seats were next to each other. Several times during the flight, Alf wondered if we could somehow manage to join the mile high club. I agreed with his proposition but was unable to imagine a solution that wouldn't threaten our record of uninterrupted couplings.

Conor met us at the airport and, somehow, managed to get us and our luggage into Ireland without either passport or baggage checks. He ushered us into a black SUV limo while a uniformed chauffer loaded our luggage in the boot. We had many questions for Conor but he was unwilling to answer. He only told us that our system had generated huge interest and his friend was anxious to meet us and SArtI.

The chauffer dropped us at the Hyatt on Dean Street. Conor introduced us to the Concierge, who immediately showed us to our room, by passing the registration desk. Conor left us in the lobby telling us to have a restful afternoon since tomorrow would be a full day and he would phone us in the morning to tell us where to meet for an early breakfast.

The room was a suite with an amazing view of the city and a separate sitting area, bedroom and marble bathroom. Alone in the room, Alf looked at me, looked at the bed and asked a silent question. I responded by stripping off my clothes and heading for the bed. The sex was better than usual and we agreed that the environment does make a difference. After the second round of sex, we showered, dressed and began to search for a restaurant for an early dinner.

We had dinner in the hotel restaurant where the food was excellent and the Guinness spectacular, room temperature and hearty.

After dinner, we walked to St. Patrick's Cathedral. The impressive thirteenth century architecture was incredible and the interior quiet and impressive with the early evening light shining through the stained-glass windows. We explored a number of nooks with reasonable privacy that might provide venues for risky sex but decided against it. We'd never had sex in a sacred environment and St. Pat's wasn't the time to change it.

We wandered back to our room where we reviewed our preparations for tomorrow's presentations and jumped into bed again before taking a shower together in the spacious bathroom. Back in bed we made love again before falling asleep. We slept soundly, only interrupted once during the night for another tryst.

Alf was in the bathroom when the phone rang at seven in the morning. It was Conor who told me that the limo would meet us at the front door at eight and to bring anything we would need for the rest of the day since we wouldn't be returning to the hotel until sometime after dinner.

Breakfast was at a private club in a center city building that had to be older than the Cathedral. Conor introduced us to Gorge Donohue, a name given him by his Spanish mother and Irish father. Gorge represented an Irish company that worked in the background providing services to private and public companies and government agencies without the resources to provide for themselves. They were intrigued by the possibilities presented by AI but, like us, concerned by the potential use of AI for less than honorable purposes. SArtI represented a solution that would provide all the benefits of AI analysis and the safety of only human implemented solutions.

By lunch we had reached an agreement for Gorge's use of our system that maintained the proprietary nature of the system for us and all the benefits of use by Gorge. We had dinner at another private club and returned to our suite just before sunset at nine pm.

We left Dublin after noon on Friday and were back in San Francisco by four pm with a one-year, renewable contract to use our software, monthly return trips to Dublin to evaluate the use of the system, provide updates as necessary and more money than we ever thought possible.

We invested the money against the possibility that something would endanger the contract and we would have to return some to the money. We spent the next month improving the end user interface, improving the documentation and responding to requests from Gorge.

A month later, we were on our way back to Dublin. Same airport, same airline, same flight, same business class seats and, apparently, same flight crew. Two hours after takeoff, refreshments had been served, the window shades were drawn and the lights dimmed. Alf leaned over to me and whispered, "Any thoughts about how we could join the mile high club?"

While I was pondering his question, one of the flight attendants came by our seats. She squatted down next to my seat. She was blonde, attractive, about our age and well-built with breasts that called for attention. Alf noticed and she had both of our attentions.

"Hi," she said softly so the conversation was limited to only our vicinity. "I'm Melissa and, if I'm not mistaken, you're Billie and Alfredo."

"We are," I whispered. "But just Alf will do."

"You look pensive, like something is bothering you," Melissa stated.

"I'm thinking of possibilities," I answered. "But I didn't know it was so evident."

"I've seen that look before," Melissa said.

"Really? Where?" I asked.

"On other young couples," she told me.

"Okay," I conceded. "What am I thinking about?"

"You're wondering how you might become members of the mile high club," Melissa stated.

I was shocked. Alf was amused. "How on earth did you come to that conclusion?" I asked.

"Like I said, I've seen that look before," she responded.

"So what if I am?" I asked.

"I may have a solution for you," Melissa told me.

"Not the lavatory," I said. "Not nearly enough room."

"No. Not the lavatory," she said. "We have somewhat private sleeping quarters for the crew downstairs. I find that they're suitable for some activities other than sleeping."

"I'm listening," I told her. Alf was alert.

"We have a second flight crew on this flight. I'm off duty in about three hours. You can use some of my time in the crew quarters."

"It that possible?" I asked.

"It wouldn't be the first time," Melissa said. "I'll run interference for you and keep the space unoccupied so you can have complete privacy."

Alf was bouncing in his seat. I looked at him and didn't need to ask. "That would be more than kind," I told her.

"I have only one request," said Melissa.

"Okay," I said.

"That when you're done, you come back to your seat and leave Alf downstairs," Melissa suggested.

"For what reason?" I asked already guessing her intent.

"It is my time in the crew quarters," Melissa smiled.

I had another thing to think about. "Can you give us a few minutes?" I asked.

"Take whatever time you need," Melissa said. She looked at her watch. "My shift ends in two hours forty minutes."

I turned to Alf. "She wants to fuck you."

"I think she wants me to fuck her," Alf restated my sentence.

"Don't be an ass," I said. "It doesn't make a difference. You'll end up fucking each other. That's okay with you?"

"I don't care either way," Alf said.

"Bullshit," I said. "I saw the way you looked at her tits," I countered.

"They are nice tits and it seems to be the price of admission to the mile high club," Alf suggested.

"All I have to do is walk away and let her fuck you," I stated again.

"It seems so," Alf agreed.

"Again, you're all right with that?" I asked.

"I'm all right with whatever gets us what we want," Alf said. "And, we've talked about including others in our adventures. It seems the moment has arrived."

"I didn't expect it to be so soon. It's a high price for twenty minutes of flying high," I stated. "What am I to do while she fucks you?"

"I'll owe you one," Alf promised.

"A hall pass to fuck someone I want to fuck?"

"If that's how you want to collect," Alf told me.

"And you'll be okay with some stranger fucking me?" I asked.

"It doesn't have to be a stranger," Alf said.

"Fuck you, Alf. I'm not doing this," I told him.

"Call her back," he told me.

I pushed the call button and Melissa was back squatting alongside us within minutes. "Everything okay?" she asked.

Alf spoke before I could. "Your conditions are unacceptable," he stated simply. I looked at him from a new perspective.

"What do you propose?" asked Melissa.

"You have a layover in Dublin?" Alf asked her.

"I do. Two days," she responded.

"This is not the best place for what you're asking for," Alf started. "However, it is the only place for what we're asking for. We'll be in Dublin while you have your layover. I suggest you spend some quality time with both of us while we're all in Dublin."

"You have a hotel room?" Melissa asked.

"I think you'll find it more than acceptable," Alf said.

Melissa seemed to think for a moment. "All right. Tell me where and when."

"Give me your phone number and I'll call tonight with the specifics," I told her.

"I'm supposed to trust you?" Melissa asked.

"It seems you already made the decision to trust us when you made the original proposal," suggested Alf.

Alf handed Melissa his phone and she entered her phone number into his contacts. "Don't fuck with me," she said as she handed it back to him.

"Interesting choice of words," said Alf. "I fully intend to fuck with you."

Melissa smiled and stood up. "Two hours," she said.

"And bring a friend," Alf told her as she walked away.

I looked at Alf. "What was that all about?" I asked.

"We get what we want today without interference," he told me.

"You've only postponed the inevitable," I informed him.

"I have," he admitted. "But it leaves open the possibility for dozens of reasons that it won't happen at all."

"We'll see," I conceded.

"And we're a go for downstairs in two hours?" he asked.

I smiled, leaned over and gave him a kiss. "Another item crossed off the bucket list," I told him.

Below deck the space was tight but infinitely better than screwing around in the seat under blankets or in the lavatory standing in front of the sink with Alf squeezed in behind me. We paid our dues and became members of the mile high club.

Afterwards, we lay, me mostly on top of Alf, in the space of the crew bunk. "What was that 'bring a friend' comment all about?" I asked.

"When the time comes, it provides an out if you don't like the quid pro quo she brings with her or you don't want the hall pass at all," Alf suggested.

"And if I do like who she brings with her?" I asked.

"I guess the moment had arrived and I'll have to deal with it," he said.

"Yeah," I agreed. "You'll be involved but I'll be committed."

Back in our seats, I continued the conversation with Alf. "You know that even if you manage to duck fucking Melissa this time, we're going to be making this trip every month for a while. It's almost a certainty that we'll run into her again and she'll still want to collect."

"You're correct," Alf told me. "I may have to fuck her sometime in the future."

I gave him my best "we're not done with this conversation" look and settled back in my seat to nap until we reached Dublin.

In Dublin we worked with Gorge and Conor. Later, we checked into the same room in the same hotel, all expenses paid. As promised, Alf texted Melissa with the particulars and suggested eight pm as an ideal time for her to arrive. "Don't forget the friend," he added at the end of the text message.

I read his text and scowled at his smile.

Alf and I had a light dinner in the hotel restaurant and took showers after a too short romp. "What if everything goes south tonight and you end up in bed with Melissa?" I asked.

"Then you have a decision to make about the friend she brings," Alf suggested.

"I could just leave," I suggested.

"That's an option you should consider," he agreed.

"And deal with your escapade with Melissa later?" I asked.

"I hope it doesn't come to that," Alf hoped.

Melissa knocked on the door two minutes early. Alf and I were sitting on the sofa in the living room watching European football between two teams we'd never heard of. "She's early," I commented.

"She's anxious," Alf said as he got up to answer the door.

Melissa entered the room wearing a deep blue, skintight, below the knee sheath dress. I didn't see how she could be wearing underwear without the panty lines showing. Behind her was her friend, a five-foot ten-inch raven haired, Asian beauty with tits bigger than Melissa's and an ass that would stop a hockey game. She wore an identical, bright white satin sheath dress. No panty lines and it didn't hide her nipples.

Alf was almost speechless. I realized that I was in trouble. Melissa had doubled down on the commitment. We weren't expecting a female friend.

They came into the room and Melissa introduced her friend Wen-de and included the information that she was from Thailand. We all settled on the furniture in the living room.

"This place is incredible," commented Melissa. "Who are you guys?"

"Just a couple of Americans trying to get by in the world," Alf told her. He then turned to Wen-de. "Nothing personal," he said. "But you're not the kind of friend we were expecting," all the time trying to hide the out-of-control penile response between his legs.

"Did I misunderstand you?" asked Melissa. "I thought you wanted more than just me."

"I actually was referring to someone to entertain Billie while you and I were completing our transaction," Alf told her.

"Wen-de goes both ways," smiled Melissa.

"Alf," I said. "Can I speak to you for a moment?" "Pardon us," I said to the women.

In the bedroom, I asked, "What do we do now?"

"We can blow off the whole thing and send them on their way," Alf suggested.

"That doesn't seem fair," I thought out loud. "After all she held up her side of the bargain."

"I could fuck them both and you could watch," Alf suggested.

I punched his arm. "You've got to be kidding," I responded. "Just watch while my lover, best friend and business partner fucks two women in front of me. That's not going to happen."

"Then you could participate," he tried again.

"You mean have sex with you and two other women?" I asked in astonishment.

"It is an option," Alf concluded.

"I've never done anything like that," I confessed. "And I've never considered it."

"There are two women in the other room," said Alf. "I think you should consider it now."

"I don't know," I said.

"Look at those tits," he pointed out. "Don't you just want to squeeze and kiss them?"

"I have my own tits to squeeze, thank you," I responded.

"Don't you want to have someone else squeeze and kiss your tits?" Alf asked.

"You do that several times a day," I reminded him. "I think that's enough squeezing and kissing for now."

"It's not the same," he insisted. "A woman is different. She knows instinctively what another woman wants. You squeeze your tits differently than I do. A man doesn't have tits so he's always looking for a woman with tits to squeeze and kiss. A woman has tits and knows what she likes to feel when someone squeezes and kisses them."

"You're trying to convince me so you can squeeze and kiss their tits," I stated.

"I am and I do," Alf admitted.

"I admire your honesty," I said.

"Then we're all ready to go back in the living room?" he asked.

"Okay," I said. "But I'm not sure I'll be able to follow through."

"Remember, you're in control in what happens and how far it goes," said Alf as we left the bedroom.

In the living room, Melissa and Wen-de were sitting on the sofa with their legs crossed. The effect was mesmerizing given how far their dresses rode up on their thighs. They were also positioned strategically. Melissa sat on one end of the sofa against the arm. Wen-de was sitting just far enough away to allow one person to sit between them and enough room between her and the other sofa arm for a fourth person.

Alf sat between the women, an inspired choice. I took the last place next to Wen-de. Alf tried to break the pending awkwardness. "Is this unusual for you?" he asked Melissa.

"Not really," she answered. "Obviously, we travel a lot and meeting people in hotel rooms is a welcome distraction."

"Does that usually involve passengers?" I asked.

"Not usually. We try to keep things professional. We usually play with other crew members."

"Pilots?" I asked.

"And flight attendants," Melissa added. "Many of them are men."

"Aren't they usually, ... you know, flighty?" I asked.

"They have to have a service personality," Melissa explained. "That effects how some of them present themselves but I can tell you from experience, very few of them are gay."

The conversation stalled there. Melissa decided to understand the mood. "Is everything okay?" she asked of no one in particular.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I came here with something specific in mind," reminded Melissa. "Are we all on the same page?" she asked.

"We could be," I admitted. "But you changed the dynamic by bringing Wen-de."

"We could ask her to leave," suggested Melissa. Wen-de sat up and looked disappointed.

"I don't think that will be necessary," I said. "I just have to come around to the possibilities." Wen-de smiled and licked her lips.

Melissa tapped Alf on the thigh. Reluctantly, he turned from looking at Wen-do to looking at her. "So, are we okay?" she asked.

"We are," Alf agreed.

"Then come with me," Melissa said. She stood up and offered him her hand. Hand in hand, she led him to the bedroom. "Nice," I heard her say as she closed the door.

Wen-de reached out and took my hands in hers. "This is all new to you, isn't it?" she asked.

"Sex? No," I answered. "Sex with another woman? Yes."

"It's not so difficult," Wen-de suggested. "You're a woman. You already know what to do. Doing it is as natural as breathing." She lifted one hand and kissed my fingers. When I didn't resist, she put my hand on her thigh and waited.

I removed my hand. Wen-de leaned toward me. When I didn't move away, she closed the distance and kissed me, a gentle touching of our lips.

"That felt nice," I thought. When she moved back, I moved forward and kissed her, a firmer, more substantial kiss. Wen-de returned the kiss. Her arms went around my neck and she pulled me closer. Our lips parted and my hand slipped up her body until I was palming her breast.

The kiss was incredible, palming and squeezing her breast electric. Her tongue darted between my lips and my thumb found her hard nipple. We paused. My hand slid up on her chest. We kissed again. My hand slid down under her dress until I was holding her naked breast in my hand.

The power of her kiss and the warmth of her breast were intoxicating. I knew exactly how holding her breast would feel and yet it was all new to me. I knew one thing. I wanted everything I knew about my body to become real with Wen-de's body

Wen-de leaned back and slid one of the spaghetti straps of her dress off her shoulder. I slid the strap off her other shoulder. Together we pulled the top of the tight dress down her body until her breasts were exposed. Seeing her breasts was like looking in a mirror. True, a mirror that distorted the reflection to make everything larger, but still a mirror.

Wen-de held a breast up to me with one hand. I leaned in and kissed her nipple. Wen-de fell over backward onto the sofa. I fell with her and consumed her breast with my mouth and tongue. Wen-de tensed under me and began to shake. I kissed down below her breast. Wen-de pushed her dress down with both hands and I kissed her bare body as it was revealed.

I paused, my tongue exploring her navel. I wanted more. I grabbed the sides of her dress and pulled it further down. Wen-de helped me by lifting her hips and the dress landed around her legs on the floor. No underwear. Her pubic hair had been trimmed into an arrowhead pointing to exactly where I wanted to go.

I kissed to the edge of her pubic hair and further. Her clitoris rose up to meet my lips. I sucked her clitoris between my lips and pushed my tongue against the tip of it. Wen-de's legs began to shake and when I dragged my teeth along the length of her clitoris, her body convulsed in a huge orgasm.

We lay together on the sofa. Wen-de's dress had disappeared. "I thought you were new to this," she gasped.

"I am," I said. "I was."

"Where did you learn that?" Wen-de asked.

"I only did what Alf taught me. What Alf does to me," I explained.

"He's good?" opined Wen-de.

"He is," I agreed.

"Maybe I can find out for myself," Wen-de wondered.

"Maybe," I agreed.

"Meanwhile," breathed Wen-de. "It's my turn."

She rolled us over on the sofa and deftly removed my clothing. "You've done this before," I commented.

"I have," she admitted. "This and much more."

Wen-de started with my lips and progressed methodically to my breasts, navel and pussy. Each step of the tour of my body increased the intensity of my response. By the time she reached my clitoris, I knew I was going over the edge in a spectacular way. She sucked my clitoris between her lips. When she pushed two fingers into my vagina I gasped uncontrollably. When she pushed my clitoris deeper into her mouth with her fingers inside me, I exploded, gushing cloudy liquids over her face and the sofa.

When a naked Melissa exited the bedroom, we were dozing in each other's arms having smeared the emissions from each of us over our breasts and bodies.

"Are you guys all right?" asked Melissa.

Wen-de managed a response. "I've never been better," she said. "How about you?"

"Let me just say that Alf is all man," said Melissa.

"That he is," I concurred.

"Thank you for loaning him to me," said Melissa.

"Thank you for bringing Wen-de," I responded. "I assume Alf's in the same condition as before you fucked him?"

"He is. Maybe a little tired but he'll be fine in a couple of hours," replied Melissa. "Can you say the same for Wen-de?"

"I'm fine," said Wen-de. "Just a few minor improvements."

Alf came out of the bedroom, naked as were the rest of us. "God, what a beautiful sight," he said.

"Really?" I asked.

"Really. Three beautiful naked women," he explained.

"With big tits?" I asked.

"With big tits," he agreed. Melissa and Wen-de laughed. "And one big cock," added Melissa.

"Is that my cue?" asked Wen-de.

"I wish it was," said Alf. "But I'm pretty wrung out right now. Can we postpone until tomorrow night?"

I didn't react positively until I realized that would leave me alone with Melissa and her big tits tomorrow. "Are you girls available?" I asked.

We can be," said Melissa. Wen-de nodded.

Alf and I watched as Melissa and Wen-de managed to squeeze into their tight dresses. They stretched the material and poked and prodded their tits until everything was appropriately placed. We kissed them goodbye at the door. My kiss with Melissa was particularly promising.

When the door closed, I turned to Alf. "I know you wanted to fuck Wen-de," I said. "Why did you let them go?"

"I didn't think it would be fair," Alf said.

"Not fair?" To who?" I asked.

"To us," he said. "I didn't want to cheat us of what we can have together tonight. Otherwise, we both might have been too tired and drained to perform our best."

I looked at him with renewed interest.

"Tomorrow night is perfect," he continued. "Everyone will have time to rest and recover."

"And you'll be at your best fucking Wen-de?" I asked.

"And you'll be at your best fucking Melissa," Alf insisted.

We showered and went to bed early. Alf stayed up late.

The next day was a repeat of the previous day. Melissa knocked on the door at two minutes to eight. She was wearing the same tight sheath dress, this time in green. Wen-de had donned an identical red dress and they weren't alone. Behind Wen-de was a man. Not an ordinary man. Five foot ten of gym enhanced man. He was wearing a too small Polo golf shirt, tight jeans and moccasins without socks.

I saw him over Wen-de's shoulder. "And who might this be?" I asked.

"That's Roger," said Melissa. "I thought he might be an excellent addition to our evening."

"I think I agree," I replied.

Alf didn't seem as enthusiastic as I was. "Folks," he said. "Make yourselves comfortable. I need to have a conversation with Billie."

Alf led me into the bedroom and closed the door. "Roger is a surprise," he said. "Are you sure you're okay with him being here?"

"I am," I said. "Melissa made another good decision."

"You know he's probably going to want to fuck you?" he asked.

"We've already discussed this. I'm okay with that," I told him. "You're not?" I asked.

"I'm having problems with the concept," he admitted.

"You can fuck Melissa last night and Wen-de tonight and I'm not entitled to similar activities with Roger?" I asked. "And remember, you started this."

"You don't have to remind me," he begged. "It's just another dimension I hadn't fully considered."

"So, it's okay for me to fuck another woman but not another man?" I wanted to know.

"I thought it was all about big tits," he rationalized.

"It's not about big tits when women evaluate men," I explained.

"And you can tell?" he asked.

"Check out his tight jeans when we go back inside," I suggested.

Alf thought for several seconds. "You're right," he conceded. "It's a fair arrangement."

"So, we can back into the living room?" asked.

"We can," Alf agreed.

In the living room, Melissa and Wen-de were sitting on the sofa with Roger between them. They were idly running their fingernails on the inside of his thighs. They looked up.

Alf walked over to Wen-de and put out his hand. She took it and stood up. Alf led her to the bedroom.

"You know, making me wait for twenty-four hours wasn't very nice," Wen-de said as they walked across the room.

"But it was appropriate," answered Alf. "I'm sure we'll both benefit from the delay," he added as the door closed.

I sat on the sofa, replacing Wen-de next to Roger. My fingernails dragged up his jeans inside his thigh. Melissa leaned across Roger. I followed her lead and we kissed, the same kiss as the kiss last night when we parted only with even more promise.

Melissa looked at Roger. "Would you excuse us?" she asked.

"Where do you want me?" Roger asked.

"You can sit in the chair over there," Melissa said while pointing to an armchair against the opposite wall.

"I can watch?" Roger asked as he moved across the room.

"Can he watch?" Melissa asked me.

"He can watch," I confirmed.

My statement to Melissa was like waving the green flag at a NASCAR race. She immediately grabbed my face and planted a huge, open mouthed, tongue sucking kiss on me. She caught me by surprise but I immediately responded. We breathed into each other's mouths as she worked to remove my t-shirt and shorts. I responded by working feverishly to remove her dress. In seconds we were naked with Melissa on top of me, kissing and rubbing her bald pussy against my casually unkempt pubic hair.

She kissed me for several minutes and then turned around until she was straddling my head. Her head was between my legs and her lips and tongue were dueling with my lips and clitoris. I could see every detail of her hairless pussy just out of reach of my tongue. I grabbed her hips and pulled her down until I could give her girl parts the same treatment she was giving mine.

One thing led to another but there was only one possible outcome. That is, one possible outcome for each of us. I came first, almost rolling us off the sofa. After a short recovery, I focused on Melissa having her own orgasm. I was successful but when she bucked on top of me I rolled into a second orgasm of my own.

We lay on top of each other, breathing heavily and giving our bodies time to calm down. I looked at Roger sitting on the chair opposite us through Melissa's legs. His eyes were closed, his jeans were around his calves and he was stroking what looked like a huge erection.

I tapped Melissa on her ass. "Look," I suggested.

She looked. "We should stop him before he manages to finish. Otherwise, we'll have to wait. Hey, Roger," she yelled.

Roger lurched as if he had been stung. "What?" he called back while releasing his erection.

"Don't waste it," called Melissa. "I think Billie wants some of that."

"Oh," I mumbled as Melissa climbed off me and walked over to Roger. "Let me see that thing," she said.

She knelt in front of him, took his erection in her hand and examined it briefly. Then she kissed the head of his erection and pushed her mouth down on it. A few strokes later she said, "I think Billie will like this."

She helped Roger lose his shirt and finished removing his jeans before she led him, naked across the room to above me. She took my hand and placed in on his erection. "Does this meet with your approval?" she asked.

I stroked Roger's erection several times. My first impression had caused me some concern. Up close it didn't seem so large.

I nodded. Internally I was a mess. I'd been fucked thousands of times by Alf but this was the first time with a non-Alf penis and it belongs to someone I met less than an hour ago and hasn't exchanged a dozen words with me.

Roger obviously wasn't as reluctant as I was. He positioned himself between my legs, put my left leg up on the back of the sofa and rubbed his glans between my thoroughly prepared and very wet labia. "Okay?" he asked.

"Okay," I agreed. I tensed, gritted my teeth and waited. I didn't have to wait long. Roger pushed inside me. To his credit, he was gentle and entered me slowly. I exhaled as he reached his limit and evaluated the situation. It felt much better than I expected. Much better. I shifted my hips and Roger began to move within me. I closed my eyes and allowed my body to dissolve into the incredible feeling.

It was familiar and different at the same time. I forced myself to not make comparisons and focused on only what Roger and I were doing together. Together was the perfect metaphor. Together we rode each other up the mountain and together we jumped off. My vagina contracted and an electric charge raced up my spine.

When I opened my eyes, Roger was kneeling over me and his semen was spurting over my tits and abdomen. "Why?" I managed to utter.

"What?" he asked as he manually pumped the last of his emission onto my belly.

"Why are you cumming on my body?" I asked.

"I didn't think it was appropriate to cum inside your body," he responded.

"You were mistaken," I told him. "We're going to have to do it again and you'll have to remain inside me where you belong."

I was right and wrong at the same time. We were going to do it again but not tonight. After Roger recovered, it was Melissa's turn while I watched. It was another new experience. I had a small orgasm of my own when Melissa dissolved in a puddle under Roger and I saw his entire performance including his external spray over Melissa's tits and stomach.

While Melissa was recovering, Alf and Wen-de came out of the bedroom. They were both naked and Wen-de's body was coated with Alf's semen. Cumming on your partner's body seemed to be the directive of the day.

The three of our guests dressed and left. The next afternoon we flew home. We left instructions with Conor that, for the next trip, we wanted a two-bedroom suite. His sly smile said he understood.

The flight home was uneventful. Melissa was a perfect lady. She didn't give a hint of our relationship during the past two evenings. No sly looks or blown kisses. Just the service you'd expect in business class. Maybe a few extras like two packages of peanuts and an extra drink or snack box but nothing out of bounds.

Two of the other flight attendants stopped by several times to chat up Alf. He was more than willing to flirt with them. They both had big tits. One of the male flight attendants spent some time talking to me. He was a trifle effeminate but I didn't think that indicated anything unusual. Even Alf noticed the bulge in his uniform.

A month later, the two-bedroom suite worked perfectly. Melissa visited us with both Wen-de and Roger but one at a time. The extra bedroom was better than the sofa and the extra room added to the experience. We stayed an extra day and before leaving the second night, Melissa asked if it would be okay if she brought a different person the next night. She suggested one of her female coworkers that we had met on a previous flight. Alf and I talked about it agreed with the condition that next month she had to bring a male coworker.

We're in the third year of the contract. We've been traveling to Dublin once a month all that time and Melissa and one or more of her friends are frequent guests in our hotel suite. Alf and I were married a year ago. Nothing has changed. We're still involved with Melissa, Wen-de, Roger and a number of other occasional partners. I've just become more careful since the possibility of children is under consideration. Roger continues to cum on my tits.

The business has also grown significantly. We now have four additional multi-year, multimillion dollar contracts. We've hired and trained five additional employees. They're a great help in dealing with the frequent client visits and the constant improvement in our algorithms.

Four of the new employees are women with large tits. The fifth is a guy named Roger.