Pushing Boundaries: Episode 01

My wife Misty was always the outlier in her family. While her three sisters are all short, small breasted women, she stands 5'-9" and rocks a set of DD cup tits. One trait they do share are perky, heart shaped butts.

Misty has been a nurse at a long-term care facility for nearly 7-years. When she started working there, she was lucky enough to get on the same shift rotation as Carla and Rosie. Carla had been her best friend since the age of two, while Rosie was a seasoned veteran who took the two young nurses under her wing.

They became the self-branded Three Musketeers of C-wing, an almost inseparable trio, cooperating during their 2-day, 2-night rotation, followed by getting together socially at least once during their 5 days off. Since their 'weekend' was just as likely to be a Tuesday as a Friday, the husbands rarely participated.

But all good things must come to an end. Nursing is a very physically demanding career, and when Rosie made it to age 55 with fully functioning knees and a pain-free back, she decided to take early retirement.

"That's our goal ladies." she told them, dispensing one final nugget of advice, "Get to the finish line in one piece."

Shortly after retirement Rosie sold her house, said her goodbyes and moved across country to be closer to her grandchildren.

When Misty and Carla found out who was transferring into Rosie's position, there was a touch of disappointment.

Danilo was born in Ukraine but had emigrated to Canada when he was six years old. He was ten-years their senior, but had originally dropped out of nursing school to become a MMA fighter, winning all 4 of his fights and showing some promise. But when he discovered that even the winners are bruised, battered, and unable to sleep for weeks after a fight, he returned to school.

He had plenty of nursing experience and was known as a solid dependable worker. However, he also had the reputation as a horndog who was always hitting on women and had dated several coworkers (both single and married) during his previous posting on A-wing.

However, once Misty got to know him, he was impossible to dislike as a generally good guy with a keen sense of humor. Was he overly flirtatious? Hell yes. But he was an equal opportunity flirt, whether beautiful, plain, or ugly, friend or stranger. Even 103-year-old old Gail in room C12 looked forward to being on the receiving end of Danilo's charm.

While he did possess a pair of intense blue eyes, his shaved head, multiple broken noses, cauliflower ears, and tattoos on his neck, sleeves, and presumably elsewhere gave him a severely rugged look.

He fit seamlessly into Rosie's position and the work unit returned to being the Three Musketeers of C-wing.

Danilo is a 'meme guy', who forwards anything he considers amusing to everyone on his contact list. Misty would often reply with an emoji to let him know whether that day's fare was a hit or miss. These exchanges developed into daily friendly texts that soon became flirtatious as all things involving Danilo eventually do. Inevitably he escalated to occasional drunken sext requests.

Misty ignored the first couple but when the third arrived during one of our date nights, she decided to show me. She was surprised that I didn't seem upset about it at all.

"You'd really be ok with me showing my boobs to a co-worker?" she asked with some skepticism bleeding into her voice.

"I'm not encouraging you to do it, but I'm not discouraging you either." I replied ambiguously. "Is it a good idea? Probably not."

"But...?" she prodded, feeling that I had left something unsaid.

We had been married for two years by this point, and while our sex life was good in a vanilla sort of way, we had both been suppressing our inner kinky selves, each assuming the other wouldn't be able to accept our 'perverted' desires. This conversation was long overdue. I had never heard the term 'candaulism' before, so I didn't know what to call this fetish of mine. Instead, I described it as best I could.

"If you offered me the choice between seeing Carla topless, or some random guy seeing you topless..." I offered up, then tentatively admitted, "I'd choose the latter."

"But you're a boob-man, I know you'd love to see her jugs." she said in a non-judgmental tone.

"True." I nodded. I had no idea what size of cup Carla was, but it had to be somewhere toward the middle-of-the-alphabet. "It would probably be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to view a set that massive, but I honestly would sacrifice it for the other option."

"Seriously?" she asked while shaking her head in mild disbelief. "Just between us, Carla's doctor suggested that she have them reduced. As someone who has seen them before, my advice to you is not to pass up any opportunities you have to see them prior to surgery. They're quite spectacular."

"O... k...." I replied tentatively. There was a lot to unpack in those four sentences, not the least of which was discovering that my wife was an admirer of her best friend's 'jugs.'

"Also, can you explain why it is that what someone else sees is more important to you than what you see yourself?" she added.

"I just report my kinks, I don't analyze them." I replied, wondering how I found myself on the defensive when it had been Danilo who had made the obscene request.

"I'm not agreeing to do this or ruling it out either." she said, before making one concession, "This isn't a hotline where I take requests. I don't run and grab a camera just because some guy is drunk and horny. My titties only perform according to my timetable."

As it just so happened, her titties eventually chose to go rogue.

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It was a couple of weeks later coming off a nightshift. She walked to the parking lot with her two coworkers, where they had a brief chat about some work-related issue, before driving home separately.

Rather than climbing directly into bed to sleep the day away, Misty usually soaked in a bubble bath while checking the news feeds on her phone to wind down first. Just before getting out of the tub, she noticed the time and realized that I should be at work.

Her intention had been to hit me up on a video chat to make sure I had arrived safely and perhaps give me a little boob flash to get my day off to a good start.

She'd do this occasionally, normally beginning with a close-up of her face until she ensured that I was alone, before her ultimate naked reveal. However, after my recent fetish revelation, she decided to make the call with her tits already in view, playing with danger in order to heighten my thrill.

Misty immediately noticed that the video call had been accepted inside a bedroom and was briefly confused as she wondered where the hell I was at 7:45 on a Tuesday morning. It took a couple of seconds before she recognized Danilo's cheeky grin and realized that she had called the wrong person while partially exposed.

"Ack!" she yelled in alarm before finally adjusting her screen so only her face was visible. "I was calling Luke and must have hit your name by mistake."

"Well, that was certainly a pleasant surprise... or more accurately two." he replied while beaming a toothy grin. "But just how the hell am I supposed to sleep now?"

"I'm sure you can 'handle' it." she replied. After their initial meeting she had quickly learned that the easiest way to combat his incessant flirting was to return it.

"True, there'll definitely be some handwork involved." he fired back while tossing his sheets back and panning the camera down his body.

Normally hidden behind baggy scrubs, she was mildly surprised as his tattooed torso was gradually revealed, quietly commenting, "Jesus, you could grate cheese with those abs." His sculpted physique a result of continuing to train after leaving his chosen sport.

"Keep going." he suggested, which confused her since he was the one doing the grand reveal. That was until she realized that while gawking, she had become careless with her screen and had revealed her chest to him once again.

"I've got to go." she declared, without going anywhere or ever attempting to cover herself. "I don't want our workplace getting... weird."

When she didn't go further, he did, seizing the initiative to push her boundaries while revealing his manhood.

Misty initially thought it was a tad longer than mine but realized that since this was the first time she had feasted her eyes on a guy who manscaped (his privates were shaved as clean as his skull), it might have been an optical illusion. What she couldn't deny was the plump fullness of his equipment.

"It won't get weird." he emptily promised, willing to say or do anything to keep pushing her exposure forward. "I won't mention this to another living soul. Just go a little further."

She looked down. The bubbles from her bath were mostly gone, so if she tipped the phone any more, she would be entirely exposed. She was trimmed, but obviously hadn't gone as far with the razor as he had. This was one of the reasons she hesitated, wondering if a manscaper would have strong opinions on the grooming habits of women. Her other concern was caused by her long inner lips. I had often told her that her pussy was beautiful, but her self-consciousness persisted. She chickened out.

"Take care of that thing, then get some sleep." she ordered. "I'll see you at work tonight."

After hanging up she decided to call to let me know she had accidentally fulfilled one of my fantasies. She extended her arm so I would get the full-frontal show, then her thumb hovered over my name as she noticed Danilo's directly above it.

Feeling slightly disappointed that she hadn't had the courage to match his full body reveal, she briefly considered calling him back, however, there could be no pretense of it being accidental twice in a row. No matter how much acting she did, if she lowered her thumb onto his name now, he would ultimately realize the call was premeditated, for the sole purpose of exhibiting herself to him.

And what then? Immediately hanging up afterwards would feel strange and awkward in real time. However, staying on the call to give him visual inspiration while he cranked one out would send mixed messages and set a weird vibe going forward.

Her thumb continued to linger over our two names. When flirting she hated to be the one to blink first - to show any hint of timidness. 'You play the game to win', and even though he was likely currently masturbating to her, this felt like she had taken the 'L.'

In the end she decided to call me with a little 'good morning' flash of her body while she shared news of her day so far.

We occasionally replayed the details of her encounter during 'sexy times'. One night over drinks, Misty shared a watered-down version with Carla. In this abbreviated account, the call ended after a panicked apology that had followed her initial accidental boob flash.

The three friends found themselves together during a particularly quiet nightshift a few weeks later, when Carla brought up the incident to tease her friends. Danilo fixed Misty with a cat-that-ate-the-canary grin, a silent indication that his recollection differed greatly from hers, but didn't otherwise dispute the whitewashed version of the encounter.

And that's sort of how it ended, or at least paused, for a while.

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Mid-December was time for their company Christmas party. Held in the ballroom at a local hotel, it features a cocktail hour, followed by a catered roast turkey dinner, dozens of door prizes, and finally a dance.

I attend an annual out-of-town technical forum that always falls on the same weekend as Misty's Christmas party. Luckily Carla's husband Dirk was available to pick them up and drive them back to their place afterwards. The following morning Carla would bring Misty back to the hotel to pick up her car.

The relationship between Misty and Dirk has been frosty to say the least. Although he'll do things like being the on-call designated driver tonight, she won't expect a warm and friendly banter during the drive. Last year when Misty opened the back door to his truck to get in, a can of spray-on lubricant rolled out into the parking lot and he had a mini-meltdown over it.

Anytime we invite them over to our place, only Carla shows up. When we are invited to their place, Dirk will inevitably have some type of contrived emergency, and he'll bail out to rescue one of his friends shortly after we arrive. Because of his ill-temper, we consider his absence to be a feature, rather than a flaw.

The Three Musketeers of C-wing were scheduled to come off their second day shift, so while it meant they wouldn't have to get up early the day after the party, they would miss the cocktail hour.

"Do you guys want to carpool, so we don't leave 3 cars at the hotel overnight?" Misty inquired the day prior.

"I'm on-board." Carla chimed in.

"Actually, I'm taking a vacation day tomorrow." Danilo replied. "I usually get a room and go for a swim after I check in. And after dinner when you suckers are paying bar prices for alcohol, I'll be sneaking up to my room to just refill my glass."

His hotel arrangements struck a memory for Misty, as she now recalled that a large part of Danilo's reputation as a ladies man stemmed from his choice of roommates at the Christmas party. The last three years it was Jenna, a fresh out of the box nurse from his own wing, Tina, a 35-year-old cook whose husband had caught them in the act, and Rachel, another nurse around Misty and Carla's age who runs marathons.

"Oh yeah!" Misty exclaimed. "The Christmas party is where you set up Danilo's Whore House."

"I prefer Danny's Fun House." he retorted dismissively with a wave of his hand. "Just for clarification, everything you've heard about my Christmas party exploits were lies or exaggerations. The truth is really kind of lame."

"Carla and I like a good story." Misty replied while rubbing her hands together, before prompting him, "Here's your opportunity to set the record straight. Jenna?"

"Jenna and her boyfriend stopped by my room early for drinks but had to leave early because she worked the next morning." Danilo explained, keeping his voice low. "She forgot her purse and access badge, so she stopped on her way to work. Someone saw her coming out of my room the next morning and made an assumption."

"Tina?" Carla coaxed.

Danilo raised an eyebrow as he remembered that night.

Tina and a couple of other women from the kitchen were sharing the room across the hall from his, and he had crossed paths with her by chance. As the son of a physically abusive father, he recognized the signs of a woman concealing fresh bruises behind makeup.

At 2 AM her drunk husband had shown up, got disoriented, and started banging on Danilo's door. He made threats as he demanded that his wife come home with him. The scene he caused led to the rumors of Danilo hooking up with a married woman, despite her never stepping inside his room.

The husband was momentarily surprised when a man answered the door. Danilo could have simply pointed across the hallway to the correct room, but he instead menacingly blocked his way. The husband made the ill-fated decision to resort to violence to gain entry, taking a swing at Danilo's head. For someone used to imposing his will on a 103-pound woman, the move to attack a trained fighter carrying around a lifetime of guilt from having been too young and small to protect his mom had made this the wrongest fucking door he could have possibly chosen. The brutality he received in return was mercifully short-lived.

With the husband's face pressed into the hallway carpet, Danilo leaned down so his words would only be audible to the husband and the 3 women he knew were pressed up against the opposite door.

"If Tina ever shows up to work looking like that again, I'm coming to find you. And don't expect a proportional response, because I'm one escalating motherfucker."

Gathering what little courage he had remaining, the husband responded, "You could try minding your own business."

"Do you recognize this carpet?" Danilo asked while grabbing a handful of the man's hair and lifting his head so he could focus on the flooring.

"No."

"That's because this isn't your fucking house moron." Danilo replied angrily. "I'm not peeking in windows here. YOU brought this little drama here. YOU got me involved. The only person you have to blame for this is you Todd."

His name was Topher.

How much of this tale should he share he wondered. Tina had a certain expectation of privacy, but these were people he now considered close friends. In the end he told the tale with the superhero shit edited out.

"So that's oh-fer two so far." Misty remarked after he finished telling his tale. "Is Rachel going to be similarly bland?"

"Oh! I didn't realize that anyone knew about her." he exclaimed in surprise. "No, I totally nailed Rach."

The three friends looked back-and-forth at each other, before they all started laughing. Finally, Misty said "Ok, this is more like it. Now give us the deets."

"Are you sure we want to go down this road?" he asked flatly. "This is a wild ride."

"The best kind of ride." Misty answered as Carla nodded vigorously.

"Well, she was dating that Greg dude in maintenance." he began. "Greg had heard about my Christmas party sexploits and wanted his gal to be a member of my Christmas Club. These are phrases Greg and Rachel used."

"Except your sexploits were an urban legend at that point." Carla summarized. "The Christmas Club didn't actually exist."

"It wasn't my job to point that out." Danilo replied, eliciting laughter from both women. "She showed up with a script of things Greg wanted us to do. We tried most of them, then when we finished, she left immediately. I don't know if she was in a rush to give him details or if he wanted my creampie. It wasn't my concern."

"And she unknowingly became the charter member of the Christmas Club." Misty wrongly concluded.

Just because he hadn't had sex with Jenna or Tina, didn't mean that other volunteers hadn't paraded through his room on those and previous nights. But once again, it wasn't his job to point that out.

"So, who's earning their membership this year?" Carla inquired.

"My calendar is currently open." he admitted, his words dripping with innuendo. "Do I hear volunteers?"

"No!" the two married women answered in unison.

"So, are you going to let us store our booze in your room?" Carla asked.

"Sure thing." he allowed with a smile as optimism for his sexploits crept back in. "Can't turn down the other two musketeers."

On Christmas party day the two women went to work for their twelve-hour shift. The Three Musketeers of C-wing had already formed such a cohesive unit that they noticed Danilo's absence all day, as the nurse assigned to replace him was slightly out of sync.

At 6:45 they clocked out, carpooled to the hotel, and texted Danilo upon arrival. He replied with his room number, then left the ballroom that hosted cocktail hour to meet up with them.

The women, still wearing their scrubs, whistled when they saw him approaching in a tailored suit paired with a goofy seasonal necktie. After letting them in he gave each woman a keycard, then Carla went for a quick shower and clothing change.

"How was work?" he asked Misty while refreshing his drink and starting new ones for each of the new arrivals.

"You had a day off, we won't ruin it by discussing work." she replied, brokering no argument. "Tell me about your day at Danny's Fun House. Did you pee in the pool, soap-bomb the hot tub, or build a pillow fort on the bed? You know, typical grown-up stuff."

"No, no, and maybe later." he answered with a laugh. "I really should consult with you before I go on adventures."

"There's some truth to that." she chuckled back. "We miss anything at cocktail hour?"

"Oh, fuck ya you did." he announced while holding his hands out as if he was trying to stop the non-existent traffic in the room. "So, some dick recognized me as 'the MMA nurse' and expected me to defend the sport from these bullshit opinions of his. I was beginning to get a tad irritated and started figuring that maybe I should just choke him out or something."

Misty laughed at the absurdity of him ending every argument by rendering someone unconscious. After taking a sip of her drink she added, "Who was he?"

"I didn't recognize the guy. Presumably he's somebody's husband I guess."

"What celebrity does he resemble?" she asked, falling back on her usual ID technique.

"Gary Burghoff." Danilo eventually announced. When Misty shrugged her shoulders, he added, "Radar O'Reilly from M*A*S*H."

"What fucking decade do you think this is anyway?" she responded. "Do I have to explain what the word 'celebrity' means?"

"It doesn't matter, he isn't the main character in this story." Danilo says as he moves the tale along. "While we're arguing, Tina comes up to me."

"Tina?" she clarified, "I thought that you didn't really know her all that well."

"I don't." he confessed. "That's why it surprised me when she whispered into my ear, 'look me up later, we have something to discuss.'"

"How cryptic." Misty declared excitedly. "What do you suppose that means?"

"I don't know, but Gary Burghoff sure thinks he does." Danilo responded. "He elbows me in the ribs and asks, 'a repeat member of the Christmas Club?'"

"How does he know about that?" Misty shrieked.

"Again, I don't know. Whoever he's with must like to take the work gossip home." Danilo concluded. "So, I'm about to clarify that my life isn't the hot mess that he's inferring it is, when you text to announce that 2 more female coworkers are waiting outside my hotel room."

"Touché." Misty agreed, giving him a playful punch in the shoulder.

When Carla was finished dressing, Misty took her place in the shower. She lathered up her hair, then stepped under the shower head to rinse it off. With the water still running down her body she wiped her face before opening her eyes. Through the glass enclosure she discovered Carla had reentered to do her hair and makeup, leaving the door wide open.

"Could you at least close the door?" Misty asked.

"I'm just trying to let some steam out." Carla teased. "The mirror keeps fogging up."

"We don't want our host feeling uncomfortable." Misty responded, although she continued to clean her body without any attempt at modesty.

"He's seen it all before." Carla fired back.

"Not this much he hasn't." Misty clarified. Although he had seen her topless, and she had initially regretted not escalating further, that moment had passed... at least for now.

"I was just screwing with you." Carla said, finally letting Misty off the hook. "Danilo went downstairs to reserve us seats so we're able to sit together at dinner."

"You asshole!" Misty fired back, while playfully flipping her the middle finger. "No offense, but I totally believed that you were capable of doing that."

"None taken." came the cheerful reply. "By the way, flip me the bird again and I'll send it to your hubby to show him what he's missing."

Misty flipped the middle finger toward Carla once again and stuck out her tongue as an added tease for me. She made a mental note to peek at the resulting photo when she finished showering to see just how much of her body was on display. However, in the rush to get to dinner the picture was forgotten, resulting in her missing the one chance she had of catching Carla's mistake.

The two friends obviously hadn't consulted each other on evening wear. Carla had opted for a red tartan knee-length kilt with a gray turtleneck that was very flattering to her large chest.

Meanwhile Misty had opted for an ugly Christmas sweater-dress. The colors and patterns might have been ugly, but the deep cleavage and form-fitting material accentuated every curve of her hourglass figure.

The two women found Danilo in the ballroom. at a table for 8 which had a good mix of youth and experience. An open and playful dialogue flowed throughout the meal and the door prize draws that followed. Danilo ended up as the only winner at the table, taking home a large battery-operated snow globe.

Afterwards they returned to his room while the hotel staff rearranged the tables to create a dance floor. It is at this is the point in the party when the generation gap usually rears its head. The younger staff never go back downstairs, preferring to prop their doors open, drink cheap liquor, and spend the rest of the night moving room-to-room socializing. Meanwhile, the older folk return to the ballroom to dance in a large circle, then head to bed early, leaving the DJ playing to an empty room.

Since Misty and Carla are at the upper end of the young group, and Danilo is toward the lower end of the older group, the Three Musketeers of C-wing planned to flit back-and-forth between the two worlds.

Having a beverage as they waited for the dance floor to start up, they heard a soft knock followed by Tina pushing through the door that had been left ajar, resting against the deadbolt.

"We could go find another party room and leave you two alone?" offered Misty, assuming this visit concerned Danny's Fun House.

"No, I think I know what you're hinting at, but that's not why I'm here." Tina replied with a chuckle. "I just wanted to chat about the night Danny changed my life."

Misty and Carla shared a look that was a mixture of confusion and excitement. Danilo had given them a sanitized version of the story and they now realized that the tale was more epic than he had let on.

Noticing the look on the two women's faces, she asked, "Has he never told you this story?"

"I'm beginning to suspect that we didn't hear the full story." Misty remarked.

Tina told them her version of the story, holding back no detail. Concluding, she added, "I once went to a friend's stagette party, and my husband caught up to us, then hauled me away by my hair. No one reacted. Danilo, you were the first person to ever stand up for me. It changed my life. While my marriage did last another hellish six-months, he never again laid a hand on me after you threatened him. I guess I came here to say thank you."

Misty noticed Danilo blush as Tina got up to give him a hug. She had never witnessed this vulnerable side of him before. She decided to give them a little privacy and went into the bathroom to call me.

We chatted for a while, me catching her up on the happenings at the hospitality suite I was attending while she hinted that she'd have an update to the Danilo-Tina story for me later.

After we hung up, Misty realized that she had forgotten to ask me about the shower picture Carla had sent. She was also mildly surprised that I hadn't brought it up either, believing that it must be driving me wild wondering where Danilo was during the encounter. She decided to tease me by letting me ponder that question until she returned to Danilo's room for the next drink.

The Three Musketeers of C-wing headed back to the dance, but on their way, they poked their heads in a few open room doors to get the lay of the land for partying after the music stops.

When they arrived at the ballroom, they joined one of the dancing circles that had already formed, with Danilo leaning toward Misty, and identifying the DJ as 'Gary Burghoff'. His real name was Russ, he dated Trudy the office gossip, and he had been the DJ at the Christmas party for longer than any of them had worked here, which explained how he knew so much about Danilo's private affairs. That Danilo didn't recognize him in return was a testament to his lax observational skills, alcohol consumption, and the amount of time he usually spends in the rooms versus the dance floor.

"When we were trying to figure out who 'Gary Burghoff' was, it never crossed your mind to tell us that he talks fast?" Misty asked Danilo.

"Now that you mention it, he does sound like an auctioneer." he replied with a shrug. "Would that have helped?"

"His DJ equipment has a Triple M logo for 'Motor Mouth's Music.'" Carla replied.

"Meanwhile 'Emineminem' was right there." Misty added in exasperation.

While paired up dancers were exceedingly rare, there were a few slow songs that Misty or Carla shared with Danilo, although with males in the minority here, his dance card was usually full.

When the next trip to refresh their drinks was required, Danilo was still on the dance floor. Carla signaled him by waving her keycard and he responded by pointing to his empty glass, then his crotch. Carla looked momentarily confused until Misty, the resident 'queen of charades' mouthed 'pour him a stiff one' before giving him the thumbs up.

In Danilo's room, Misty took the opportunity to video chat me. After briefly exchanging updates on the progress of our nights, she got down to the intended purpose of the call.

"So what did you think of the photo Carla sent you earlier?" she asked coyly.

I paused for a second while switching to my messaging app to confirm what I already suspected, then returned, "I didn't get anything from Carla tonight."

Carla overheard us and appeared behind Misty's shoulder. "I sent the photo, and you immediately returned a 'confused face' emoji."

"This is my actual confused face." I replied, moving my phone close enough that my visage filled the entire screen. "Yesterday when Misty dropped me off at the airport, you texted 'have a safe flight'. That was the last message I received from you."

My video feed showed a look of panic on both women's faces as Carla withdrew her phone and started scrolling through the messaging app. In real-time I got to see her face cycle through realization, denial, regret and acceptance.

"I remember asking if you wanted me to send the picture to your hubby." Carla said, turning to face Misty. "I must have made a Freudian Slip and sent it to the 'Hubby' contact in my phone."

"You sent Dirk a photo of me in the shower?" Misty asked in a state of shock, her voice almost devoid of emotion. She couldn't really be upset at her friend, since the mistake was eerily similar to the one she herself had made weeks earlier that led to Danilo seeing her topless. However, considering the frosty relationship she experienced with Dirk, the butterflies she felt in the pit of her stomach were the result of embarrassment and humiliation instead of the fun and flirtatious feel of the previous exposure.

"Just how bad was it?" she asked her friend. "Show me the picture."

Carla passed her phone over and Misty's eyes got large, she then looked at me through her own phone's screen and raised an eyebrow that I interpreted as 'it is really bad.' She focused on Carla's phone once again, and shortly afterward the photo originally meant for me finally showed up on my phone.

One could argue that it wasn't a full-body shot, but only those with a keen interest in ankles or feet would belabour this point. Despite her dripping wet hair and stuck out tongue, her face was easily recognizable. While her 'flipping off' hand perfectly hid her left nipple and most of its areola, her right breast was center frame and pointed directly at the viewer.

Her hips were turned at an angle which meant that although her trimmed wet bush was mostly visible, her delicate lips were not. The trade-off was that this allowed the contours of her dynamite ass to sneak into frame. There was no denying that this was a truly special photo.

While I was still online with Misty, Carla was in the background initiating a video call with her husband, allowing me to overhear their discussion.

"Hey Bae, I'm right in the middle of a poker hand, can I call you back?" Dirk asked in a disinterested tone.

"I sent you something earlier by mistake." Carla replied. "Just wondering if you could delete it?"

"Oh... THAT!" Dirk replied as the entire room on his end of the call seemed to break out in raucous laughter.

"Cripes Dirk, you didn't show it to those guys, did you?" she pleaded.

"I had to Bae." he replied, turning on what little charm he possessed. "I forgot to put my phone on silent when I arrived. If your phone interrupts a hand, that's the penalty."

"He had the option of paying a $10 fine instead." a different voice from the poker table interrupted, causing another round of laughter.

When Carla fixed him with a hard glare, Dirk defensively suggested, "I would have paid the fine if it was you in the photo Bae."

"Did you honestly never consider that me sending you a nude photo of Misty was a mistake?" Carla asked in exasperation.

"Well, I did send you a confused emoji that you left on read." Dirk responded hopefully. "If she was blowing me a kiss, I would have been suspicious, but when I noticed that she was flipping me off... it kinda felt on-brand."

"Touché." responded Misty off-camera, eliciting a new round of laughter from everyone listening to the call.

"Who the hell is there with you tonight?" Carla asked Dirk. I had never seen her so worked up before, and I wasn't sure if it was because she was feeling guilty about exposing her friend, or feeling jealous about her husband's reaction.

"Just Reg, Jerry and Scott." he replied. "Dave was sick and... I guess he missed out on the show."

Despite Dirk allowing these three men to see my wife's naked body, I still felt a mild sense of relief that at least they were strangers. My relief was short-lived.

"Do you recognize Scott?" Carla asked while turning her phone towards Misty. "His grandmother is Florence in C26."

"Yes, I've spoken to him a couple of times." Misty replied. "It's been a while."

"I recognized you right away." he fired back playfully. "After tonight I'll be motivated to visit Gram more often."

"Is that all it takes?" she teased back. "Your grandmother is a sweet lady and If I had known that showing a little skin would lead to her receiving more visitors, I'd have sent out racy photos long ago."

"I think that we can all agree, 'showing a little skin' vastly undersells what we're seeing on our end." Dirk interrupted, reminding Misty of just how explicit the exposure was.

She had expected his poker pals to break out in laughter at another of his not-so-subtle verbal jabs, but instead she saw them quietly grouping behind him and realized that she was watching them viewing her picture again in real-time. Misty recognized four vastly different facial expressions from the men.

The frosty relationship she had with Dirk included an ultra-competitive one-upmanship, and his smug grin was now telling her that no matter what she said going forward, he could always counter it with 'remember that time me and my poker buddies saw you naked?'

Scott's vacant, almost daydreamy expression suggested that he was already imagining his next visit to Nana, when he would be able to mentally undress her nurse with pinpoint accuracy.

That left Reg and Jerry who she had never met. Whichever one was on the right, standing beside Scott had a look of awe as he stared at the screen. The one on the left beside Dirk had a hungry look that bordered on creepy. She made a mental note to avoid being alone with this man.

"We should be getting back to our dance." Carla announced. "We'll call when we're ready for a pickup."

"You ladies should plan on coming to a poker night to try your luck." offered Scott enthusiastically.

"We couldn't do that." Carla explained, "Poker night is Dirk's escape from me."

"Well, we'd just have to not invite him that week." was the ominous suggestion by Reg or perhaps Jerry (whichever one was creepy).

"We've all just seen Dirk's poker face." Misty prodded, "You guys couldn't afford a poker night without him there revealing all his tells."

The poker pals broke out in laughter, and after Dirk waited for the noise to die down, he responded, "If anyone is going to lecture me about being revealed on poker night, it's appropriate that it's you Cupcake."

Just as she suspected, he had discovered his niche and was going to milk that cow for all its worth. What she didn't expect was that she'd enjoy being debased by him in this way.

The exposure to Danilo had been fun and flirtatious. Afterwards he had kept quiet about it which she appreciated. However, while this exposure had originally felt humiliating, the more they kept discussing it, the hotter the situation felt. Still listening in on the other call, I couldn't agree more.

"Enjoy the rest of your night boys." Misty said with a wink, ending the chat.

While Carla had begun the call by asking if Dirk would delete the photo, he had brushed the request aside without making a firm commitment. Misty had never followed that up with any demands of her own, and now that she had terminated the call with a flirtatious wink, I believed that the opportunity to eradicate its existence was now lost. Surely the poker crew would request copies - assuming Dirk hadn't already shared it with them. Hopefully the spread could be contained within their small circle.

"We'll chat tonight." Misty said to me with a shrug, realizing that I would have questions but wanting me to trust her judgment. Since I was 4 time zones behind her, I knew that I'd be awake when her night concluded.

Shortly after the women returned to the ballroom, the older folks began their annual early exit, eventually leaving only the Three Musketeers of C-wing and 'Gary Burghoff'.

The DJ put on some music, then came over to their table. Before taking a seat, he got Danilo's attention by waving two fingers and silently mouthing "You doing both?"

Danilo shook his head 'no' and waved him into a seat.

Carla caught his movements and asked, "What was that about?"

"He thinks I'm about to welcome you guys into the Christmas Club." Danilo admitted with a chuckle.

"Now why would you think that, Gary." Misty asked while batting her eyelashes.

"My name is Russ." the DJ answered quickly, looking somewhat confused.

"I've always thought that you resembled Gary Burghoff." she lied, still not knowing who that was.

"It wouldn't be the first time I heard that." he replied, causing Misty to make a mental note to Google a picture of Gary Burghoff later.

"Are you going to answer my question?" she prompted.

"I don't know how well you know our boy here." Russ rattled off, "But he has quite the reputation around these parts."

"Really?" Misty replied, fixing Danilo with a coquettish smile. "Please continue."

"He arrives each year with the intention of bedding a female coworker, referring to it as his sexploits." he added, growing comfortable as the two ladies appeared to be hanging off his every word.

"Oh my." Misty reacted, playing along. "I should be appalled... but that is a fairly clever play on words."

Russ started spewing words as he nodded his head in agreement. "All the women he seduces become members of his so-called Christmas Club. I've heard that he has an unblemished record."

"Christmas Club is an example of alliteration." Carla blurted out, anxious to be involved in some way.

"One year his paramour's husband showed up and caught them." the DJ recounted; his eyes large as if it was occurring in front of him right now. "They say he beat up the husband in the hallway, then went back and finished his conquest."

"Can you guys see me?" Danilo asked in an irritated voice. "You're talking about me like I'm not right fucking here."

Misty reached over to pat him on the knee like she was comforting a small child before signaling for Russ to continue.

"Since you three were hanging out together this late at night, I figured he had chosen both of you this year." Russ concluded.

"I have to confess, you had me at first." Misty remarked. "But your tale got more outlandish as you went. If he was having fistfights in the hotel, I would think that I'd have heard about it long before tonight."

That last part was true - she couldn't believe she had only learned of that encounter earlier this evening.

"What exactly does he do to these women?" Carla asked. "Is this supposed to be a satisfying experience, or is every new member of his club just an ego boost for him?"

"Excellent point." Misty agreed. "What types of skills and positions does he use? Can you share any specs on his... uh, standard equipment?"

"Uh... you'd have to ask him those questions." Russ answered, suddenly unsure of himself.

"But you had such vivid, colorful stories." Misty piled on. "Surely you can give us the details."

"I mean, I didn't witness anything myself." he replied, flicking his eyes toward Danilo. "Maybe you could ask someone who was actually in the room?"

"We did talk to him." Misty revealed. "Of all those women you heard about, he only did the deed with one. There must be dozens of people here who get more action at the Christmas party than he does."

Nobody at the table caught Danilo when he visibly flinched. He'd told the truth when he had admitted to only screwing one of the three names that the pair had thrown at him, but there were five other names they hadn't asked him about, and once again, he didn't feel it was his job to correct them.

"I didn't talk to any witnesses, but EVERYBODY has heard these stories." Russ complained.

"You've got to learn to parse through the rumours and gossip to get to the truth." Misty chided him. "Words should be considered suspect until they can be backed up with evidence. The only eyes you can truly trust are your own."

The Three Musketeers of C-wing stayed for another few songs before abandoning Russ to head upstairs and make the rounds of the various party rooms.

While passing the aquatic centre, Carla nudged Misty. "Remember the first year we came to the Christmas party, and we went swimming at 3 AM?"

Danilo's ears perked up as Misty replied, "Of course I do, I wasn't THAT drunk. It started with me, you and Rosie, but there must have been ten of us by the time hotel security put the run to us."

"I can't believe that I never heard this story." he remarked. "Word of ten nurses skinny-dipping should have spread through the workplace like wildfire."

"Firstly, you were probably inducting someone into the Christmas Club." Misty teased. "Secondly, we weren't skinny-dipping. When Dirk picked us up I thought he was going to refuse to let us in his truck, our clothes were still so wet."

"I dare you to do it again." Carla prodded her friend. "You can always change back into your scrubs."

"I am not wearing scrubs for the rest of the night." Misty replied, then seeing the excitement on Danilo's face, she added, "And I'm not skinny-dipping either."

They continued upstairs and visited a room where people were sitting quietly watching the tail-end of the west coast hockey games, and a room with people listening to Christmas music. They visited and quickly abandoned rooms where drunk people loudly argued about politics and another full of boozed up colleagues whining about work related issues.

Not fitting in anywhere, they decided to have one final drink together before Carla called Dirk to pick up the two women.

While walking back to his room, they encountered Becca who was on the committee that organized the Christmas party. She led them back to her room where she presented Danilo with the snow globe he had won earlier.

It was quite large and played a variety of Christmas carols while a battery-operated pump kept the snow perpetually circulating.

"What's your plans for the snow globe?" Misty asked once they returned to the hallway. Christmas was her favorite holiday, and I had to frequently reminded her that our decorations were overdone. Maybe not quite to Clark Griswold's standards, but not far off.

"What is it worth?" he asked.

"I'm not sure." she responded truthfully. "We can Google it when we get back to your room, then figure out how big of a 'friends and family discount' I deserve."

"Or..." he responded, pausing dramatically to push the button to call an elevator. "You could accept Carla's swimming dare and get the snow globe for free."

Misty quickly ran through the logistics in her head. The night was practically over, so spending the last half-hour in her scrubs wasn't that big of a deal. The sweater wasn't in danger of going transparent or anything of the sort. She stuck out her hand and shook on his proposal.

On the elevator ride down, she removed her watch and shoes handing them along with her phone over to Carla. She wasn't anxious to have another run-in with security, so she planned to dive in, swim the width of the pool, then make a run for Danilo's room.

The plan went sideways immediately. After hitting the water her sweater dress got waterlogged and, in her alcohol-fueled impairment, she started to doubt that she had the necessary skills to reach the opposite side. Adjusting on the fly, she doggie paddled toward the shallow end, wading the last 10-meters before barrel rolling onto the pool deck. With the bottom of her dress pooled around her waist, she stared at the ceiling as she tried to catch her breath.

"Don't take this the wrong way Carla," Danilo said sarcastically. "But you could learn a thing or two about grace and sophistication from our girl here."

'Our girl' rewarded him by flipping him off with a no-look middle finger.

When Misty was finally able to stand, the water started pouring from her thick sweater dress as she realized that she wouldn't be able to wear it out of there. She grabbed a towel from the storage cupboard but soon realized that the changing rooms were locked.

She turned her back to her two friends and casually peeled the wet garment from her body. It wasn't until this point, standing in just her bra and panties that she realized she didn't have dry undergarments to wear with her scrubs. She reached behind to unclasp her bra, but paused to make sure her friends were discreetly looking away. They were not.

"A little privacy please." she quietly asked.

"Actually, you didn't make it across the pool." Danilo explained. "Rather than make you do it over, I'll accept this view as payment in full."

Misty looked to Carla for support but only received a grin and a hand tapping her watch.

With the message received, 'time's a-wastin', she let the bra drop to the floor and quickly dried her chest. She put her fingers into the waistband of her panties and wriggled them past her hips. She let them drop rather than bending over further, but the sodden garment caught halfway down, and she had to march in-place to encourage them the rest of the way to the floor.

She belatedly scanned the pool area for the inevitable CCTV only to discover that she had been almost directly facing it the whole time. She briefly wondered if the hotel had security monitoring the camera or if this was left to the overnight reception clerk? It was a catch-22, where either someone was watching her now or they were already on their way to throw her out. She hadn't been around when Danilo checked in, but had been in hotels before, where the pool TV was broadcast directly to the lobby. That could potentially cause a whole new batch of problems.

She flashed the camera a wry smile.

After tying one towel around her torso, she wrapped her wet clothing in another, then turned to her companions. "Time to go."

They departed the pool area without encountering any authorities. They opted to take the stairs, rationalizing that if any security wanted to intercept them, stopping the elevator as it passed the lobby would be the most likely method.

Carla raced ahead, taking the stairs two at a time. Misty didn't dare attempt to match her pace, already aware that Danilo was likely getting a show as he brought up the rear of their abbreviated convoy.

Although would that be such a terrible thing? He had kept his promise about never discussing her video chat mishap and just moments ago had remained dignified while viewing her naked ass. It might have been the combination of liquor and a growing arousal doing the decision making, but if Dirk and his buddies could luck into seeing her body, certainly Danilo had 'earned' a similar view?

Her primary goal right now was to reach his room, but after that...?

When she reached the fifth floor, Carla was nowhere to be seen. Misty opened the fire door to peek out into the hallway, noticing Carla already had Danilo's door open and was frantically waving her in. Fortunately, his room was the last on the floor, directly across from the ice machine, so she didn't have to pass any doors during her brief sprint.

Once the three of them were safely behind the closed door, they broke out in nervous laughter. Carla texted Dirk for their pickup while Danilo started mixing their final drinks of the night.

"Can you grab some fresh ice?" he asked, passing the ice bucket to Carla.

If Misty was ever going to have an opportunity to flash her body to Danilo, this was it. She could just open the towel, do a brief pose while hitting him with a megawatt smile, then grab her scrubs and head to the bathroom to get dressed. Carla need not ever discover what happened during her brief trip across the hallway.

"Do you still have my phone?" Misty asked before Carla turned to leave. She might not share the incident with Carla, but she sure as hell would text me about it.

"Ah fuck!" Carla exclaimed, passing the ice bucket to Misty. "When it looked like you were drowning, I set your stuff down in case I had to jump in. Everything is still at the pool."

Carla quickly exited as she headed for the pool, hopeful that security had never shown up.

Alone with Danilo, Misty did indeed show him her megawatt smile but then turned before dropping her towel. He had his second view of her nude ass, but was going to have to wait for her return before getting his first unobstructed view of her from the front.

As she existed the room, she made sure to throw the deadbolt so she didn't lock herself out in the hallway, then pushed her way inside the opposite room containing the vending machines and the ice maker.

After filling the ice bucket, she heard the fire door close, followed by the unmistakable noise of Danilo's door bumping against the deadbolt. 'Carla is back awfully fast' was her logical conclusion. She knew that Carla wasn't going to be judgmental, not that it mattered since Misty was committed to continuing at this point.

She crossed the hallway, threw open the door and froze. Staring back at her completely exposed body were the wry smile of Danilo and the smug grin of Russ. She would later learn that the DJ had discovered a woman's purse when he packed up, and had been checking the rooms associated with the Christmas party looking for its owner.

Misty eventually moved the ice bucket to hide her well-trimmed bush and her prominent inner labia which hung slightly below her outer lips. Still slightly in shock, she continued to hold the door open with her other hand, leaving her breasts on constant display to the two men.

What had started off as a potentially fun and flirtatious exhibition had quickly turned into embarrassment and humiliation as she realized how this prolific storyteller and his gossiping girlfriend would spread her name throughout her workplace as Danilo's latest married Christmas Club conquest. What hadn't changed was the rush of endorphins that caused the butterflies she was currently experiencing.

"This isn't what it looks like." was Misty's weak denial.

"It looks like two married women who are nurses spent the evening in the company of a man who sleeps exclusively with nurses." he summarized. "At the conclusion of the night, one of the nurses ends up naked, having drinks with the man, alone in his hotel room."

"True, on the surface that's how it looks..." she tentatively began.

"Earlier tonight you told me to 'trust your eyes over words.'" Russ said, throwing Misty's admonition back in her face, before adding, "Consider it paraphrasing."

"Look at this elegantly dressed beast." Misty replied, releasing the door to slap Danilo's ass. In her alcohol fueled haze her intent was to lighten the mood somewhat, but she immediately realized that the optics of a nude woman touching a man in such a familiar manner had been a miscalculation. Panicking, she blurted out, "Do you seriously believe that he put his suit and tie back on after we did it?"

"We can all see what you intended to do." Russ fired back. "Does it really matter if you didn't go through with it?"

Misty was once again stunned into silence as the realized she was unlikely to talk her way out of this predicament.

"Listen, I really don't care what stories you spread about me." announced Danilo, who was no stranger to being the focus of Christmas party gossip. "But if you could show some discretion with regard to her identity, I would owe you one."

"Define 'owe you one'."

"You might only know me as the 'MMA nurse', but I'm still connected enough to get you front row tickets to Jaxon's next fight. Or maybe your neighbour still remembers my heyday and would be impressed if I showed up to your next BBQ?" Danilo offered. "Hell, maybe you have a bottle of pickles in your pantry that you need help opening."

Russ seemed to consider the offer before nodding his head, the smug grin returning to his face. He grabbed one of the drinks Danilo had been mixing, then walked over to Misty and reached into the ice bucket, drawing all three sets of eyes toward her barely concealed pussy. He lifted out a single ice cube, dropping it in his glass, then slowly, deliberately, repeated the move three more times.

With the final ice cube, he paused to drag it across Misty's left nipple, before popping the ice into his mouth.

The DJ cupped Misty's breast while he ran his thumb over her rapidly stiffening nipple.

Misty responded passively with a raised eyebrow, but Danilo immediately stepped forward.

Seeing movement, Russ immediately released Misty's tit with a sheepish shrug. He backed away, drinking in his last view of her nude body, then immediately left the room in search of the owner of the lost purse.

Danilo followed him to the door, then retracted the deadbolt so the door would close securely.

Misty sat the ice bucket on the dresser, and when Danilo turned, she had one hand over her head, the other on her hip, and was wearing only a bright smile. "This was supposed to be the pose I made when I returned from the ice machine."

"I'm glad even 'Gary Burghoff' couldn't ruin this for me." he remarked while pumping his fists in the air like he'd achieved a long-term goal, which he had. "You're even more beautiful than I imagined."

"You perv." she accused him light-heartedly. "You've been imagining me naked?"

"Thankfully, I don't have to imagine anymore." he teased. "You should consider staying here tonight."

"THAT isn't happening." she responded with a hearty laugh. "Just because I'm naked doesn't mean I've forgotten that I'm married."

"I realize that." he responded, but the look on his face betrayed his disappointment. "I have a spare bed, so Carla doesn't have to bring you back in the morning to pick up your car."

"I'm not going to risk being seen coming out of your room now, right after you miraculously silenced Russ." Misty declared, letting out a relieved sigh, until she noticed the look of concern on Danilo's face.

"I hate to break it to you, because we almost had him." he quietly replied. "But something changed when he grabbed your boob. He ran out of here with a secret he couldn't wait to share."

It had been an adventurous night, and she should have been worrying about the spread of Russ' gossip or Dirk's photo. But even though she knew they could result in future shame and humiliation for us both, right now she was only experiencing butterflies of excitement.

Danilo seemingly also picked up on this. "Do we really want you going to bed tonight knowing that weasel was the last person to touch your tits?"

"No, we wouldn't want that." Misty answered sarcastically as the two friends laughed. "Unfortunately, at a late hour such as this, I have no idea where we would locate a volunteer to usurp him."

They moved toward each other, closing the six-foot distance that had previously separated them. Misty put her arms over Danilo's shoulders while he cupped both of her now defenseless breasts.

When he looked down and saw her return an enigmatic grin, he took that as permission to proceed and began to lightly knead her tits, soon after escalating to running his thumbs across her nipples.

He saw her chin lift and briefly thought she was coming in for a kiss. Instead, she started to speak.

"This is what you were asking to see. Satisfied now?"

"Satisfied?" he chuckled. "Don't get me wrong, I'm standing here with a naked goddess while my hands are full of tits. I'm as happy as a kid in a candy store."

"But..." she prompted.

"But satisfied? Nah, this has only whet my appetite." he said, lighting the fuse on a truth bomb. "That kid in the candy store is only satisfied if he gets to take the candy home."

"Be careful how roughly you handle the free samples." she replied, looking down at his busy hands. "You may not be allowed back in the candy store."

They heard a click as the door opened and Carla breezed into the room while fixing them with an amused look.

"Get dressed, our drive is here." she said as she placed Misty's belongings on the bed. "By the way, news travels fast around here... I've already heard about your threesome with the DJ."

"Well at least this gets me out of attending his next barbecue." Danilo announced sarcastically.

"That dirty son of a bitch!" Misty seethed as she broke away from Danilo and began to quickly put on her scrubs.

"I may have sent out your nude earlier tonight, but I had your back on this one." Carla declared a little too triumphantly. "There was no security around the pool, so I was comfortable enough to come back in the elevator.

"When I passed Russ in the hall he was bragging about double-teaming you with Danilo." she continued, "I said, 'I left the room less than five minutes ago, you guys don't exactly sound like the dream team.'"

"Hey!" Danilo protested.

"Then I asked if this made him a member of the Christmas Club too."

"Hey!" Danilo called out again in mock outrage.

"At that point he backpedaled, changed a few details, but the deeper he went, the more dubious and implausible his narrative became." Carla suggested. "Finally, I held up your stuff, recounted our pool adventure and suggested maybe he walked in while you were getting dressed."

"How did he react to that?" Misty inquired.

"He realized that he had trapped himself and seemed relieved that I provided him with an exit strategy." Carla declared. "He agreed with me."

"I just love it when a plan comes together." Misty said in her best George Peppard.

"Don't get too complacent." Carla replied. "He gave me a fairly detailed description of your pussy."

"How in hell did he do that?" Misty reacted in shock. "I blocked it with the ice bucket."

"Actually..." Danilo interrupted. "You kept the bucket kind of high. You shielded our view of your bush, but your true treasures were on display the entire time."

"You could have warned me." Misty said while playfully punching him in the arm. Though she was still experiencing the exhibitionist's high, the rush couldn't diminish her feelings of self-consciousness about her pussy's appearance.

"What was I supposed to do?" he asked teasingly. "Unless it's in a dream, the nude person doesn't usually have to be informed that they're... uh, nude-ing."

"We better get moving." Carla gently reminded her. "We don't want to keep the boys waiting."

"The boys?" Misty asked tentatively.

"When the poker crew found out why Dirk was leaving, they all wanted to come along for the drive." Carla answered flippantly. "Luckily Dirk's truck seats six."

Misty looked down, suddenly aware of her lack of bra and panties. Her erect nipples were prominently poking at her scrub top as her unrestrained boobs wobbled enticingly. She silently wondered if spending the night in Danilo's spare bed was a better choice than wedging herself into the backseat of Dirk's truck between two men who had so recently seen her nude body.

Danilo also seemed to pick up on this, saying "The spare bed offer still stands."

She didn't answer right away, briefly delaying as she considered the repercussions. The overloaded truck wasn't a great option, especially when they would inevitably leave the urban environment, and the backseat got dark. However, she would have Carla and, as much as they bickered, Dirk, to back her up.

If she stayed here, it wasn't Danilo she feared - it was herself she didn't trust.

In the end she quietly muttered, "No, I'd better go.", and it was then, hearing something in the tone of her voice that Danilo realized just how close he had come to bedding my wife.

Misty gave him a goodbye hug, not trusting herself to make eye contact. As they drew each other into a firm embrace, she felt something else that had become firm.

Pulling apart she nodded toward his erection and teasingly advised, "You should probably deal with that before you go to bed."

Carla got the final hug and fed off of Misty by playfully swaying her hips against his pelvis. "Just giving you a little head start." she added with a smirk.

They quickly gathered their belongings and headed for the elevator. There was still partying going on in some of the rooms, but they didn't stop as they made their exit.

When they arrived at Dirk's truck, Misty expected guys to get out of the front and back door, encouraging the two women to 'slide to the middle' of each seat. Instead, they found Dirk alone behind the wheel.

"Damn, you look disappointed Misty!" he declared with a smug grin. "I was just fucking with you, but you actually wanted me to haul those horndogs over here to play ass-grab, didn't you?"

"Fuck you, Dirk." she replied half-heartedly, unsure just far off the mark he was. She buckled up, then settled in for the ten-minute ride to their house.

When they arrived, Carla fetched Misty one of her old nightshirts, then retired to the master bedroom with Dirk.

After getting changed and brushing her teeth, Misty descended into the basement. Despite the existence of a guestroom upstairs, she always preferred sleeping on the big comfy couch in their rec room.

The original plan had been to turn out the lights and call me while snuggling under the blankets. That plan had changed the moment she saw the poker table and realized she was in the very room in which the poker pals had huddled around Dirk's phone to view her nude picture earlier tonight.

After checking that the basement door was shut and sensing no movement upstairs, she peeled off the nightshirt. Sitting nude at the poker table she put a stack of chips in front of her position before dealing herself a hand. Then she opened the video call app, triple checked that she had the correct person queued up, then initiated the call.

It was I who answered. After discovering that Dirk's buddies had seen her nude shower photo earlier tonight, the image of her sitting topless (or worse) at his poker table was shocking. She continued to tease, chatting with me while occasionally throwing in chips or asking to be dealt more cards.

After a minute or two she finally started laughing as she panned her camera, revealing the empty room. "You seriously weren't going to ask who I was playing with?"

"Oh, I knew exactly who you were playing with." I lied, only now realizing that it was actually me.

We filled each other in on all our evenings adventures, not surprisingly spending vastly more time discussing hers than mine.

"The poker guys having my photo can't make you feel great." she stated, although it sounded more like a question.

"I mean, you were seen naked and neither of us was responsible." I answered back. "This is the very definition of my kink."

"Well, as long as you're satisfied." Misty laughed, her voice dripping in sarcasm. "What about Danilo? He touched me and wanted to push me further."

"That was hot too." I answered after pausing to consider my feelings. "I agree that it's not perfect since you spend so much time together."

"But...?" she once again sensed there was more.

"But it was sexy how you maintained control throughout. Teasing him and then shutting him down." I explained with a smirk. "Our friend is likely gently massaging a set of blue balls right now."

This was the ideal time for her to admit that the control I spoke of was perilous at best, and that she had been sorely tempted by Danilo's relentless pursuit. However, no words were spoken through her awkward smile, and the moment for confessions passed.

Back at the hotel, Danilo had watched them pull away as he forlornly considered what might have been. His reverie was interrupted by a quiet knocking.

He opened the door to find Tina who had earlier stopped by to tell him how thankful she was to him. She had returned to demonstrate it physically.

As he stepped aside to welcome her in, he noticed Russ watching from further down the hall. Danilo gave him a wry smile and a shrug as he closed the door.

As trophies go, Tina was a damn fine consolation prize, and he planned on enjoying their sexploits which were two-years in the making. However, Misty had been the big fish he was pursuing tonight, and while he had failed to reel her in, he considered this more of a postponement than a defeat. Progress had been made. His quest would continue.