Anniversaries, Chapter 3

The restaurant wasn't as crowded as we had expected, so we had no trouble getting a table. We were seated in a dimly lit booth, the kind we liked. Since there wasn't a rule against celebrating our six-month anniversary a day late, we ordered a bottle of champagne. While we were waiting, Cheryl slid over against me. I put my arm around her shoulders, and she laid her head on my shoulder. "I wish you didn't have to travel for your job so much. I hate it when you're gone," she said.

"I do too," I said. "Unfortunately, it's part of being an account executive. I'd have the same situation with any other company doing the same thing. Considering the significance of that particular customer to the company, I'm probably lucky not to have to travel more often."

"Still, that's your third trip since we've been married. I guess we'll have to put up with it until you are promoted. I thought I could at least depend on my girlfriends to keep me from getting lonely. Some friends they turned out to be."

"We did get some unusual anniversary gifts."

She smiled and looked me in the eyes. "When do I get to meet Theresa?"

"I don't recall agreeing to introduce you two. I won't agree to it unless I can meet good old what's-his-face."

"I have to find out where that place is first. You aren't going to get to watch me with him until I have seen you with her. You know you are turned on by the thought of me fucking another man." She put her hand in my lap. My stiff dick proved how right she was. Her hand didn't make things easier. The tablecloth covered my lap as she unzipped my fly. To anyone looking in our direction, we were just a couple of snuggling newlyweds. She reached into my shorts and freed my hard cock from its confines. I slipped my hand under her dress and encountered her hairless pussy. "You like?"

"When did you do that?"

"This afternoon. Julie said Fred loves her nakedness, so I thought I'd try it. If you don't like it, I can let it grow back."

I let my fingers roam around her lower tummy and the full length of her slit. She had been very thorough. I didn't find a single strand of hair. "It feels pretty good. I'll give it a taste test when we get home."

She giggled. "You'd better. I want you to shave too so I don't always get a mouthful of hair."

Our champagne came. The waiter opened the bottle and poured two glasses for us. Our hands didn't move until the glasses were full. I wondered if he knew that my prick was standing at attention under the tablecloth while Cheryl's pussy was fully exposed to the open air. Between the memory of screwing Theresa, the images in my mind of Cheryl getting fucked by a cock bigger than mine, and her hand on my dick, I was horny enough to fuck her right there in front of him. We brought our hands up long enough to toast a half-year of wedded bliss, mainly for the waiter's benefit, before we resumed our handy-panky. We continued to play with each other as we ordered our food.

She stroked me lightly with her fingertips as I brushed her slit with mine. Her breathing quickened. She opened her thighs giving me greater access to her pussy as she continued to caress my cock. Her cunt lips were swelling rapidly. My fingers cupped her dripping hole. I collected her juices to lubricate my fingertips so I could stroke her clit without causing her any discomfort. Suddenly she pressed her mouth to mine as her entire body shook uncontrollably. My nuts tightened. Quickly she wrapped the tablecloth around my shaft as I shot my spunk into it. She made sure the cloth absorbed my sperm before tucking my wilted flower back into my pants. I used a napkin to absorb as much of her fluids as possible, but too much had already soaked into the velvet cushion. I wondered if we would be welcomed back.

I slept until noon Saturday. As Cheryl poured me a cup of coffee, she informed me she had found out where her friends and taken her, and that her stud's name was Henry, and, yes, he was still working there. "When are we going to visit Theresa?" she asked finishing her news report.

"I think you're just looking for an excuse to fuck him again," I said. "Go ahead if you want."

"You're the one who suggested I have him again," she replied. "I can easily do without him as long as I have you. I just want to meet her."

"Why? I don't understand your fascination with a whore."

"Maybe I want to learn some new tricks. They say prostitutes know every trick in the book."

"Trust me. You could teach her. She's good; I'll admit that, but you're much better."

She sat on my lap and kissed me. "Thank you for being the sweetest man in the world. Believe it or not, you're better in bed than you were before, and I think she had something to do with it. I want to know what she did."

"It's a two-hour flight. I would have to find the place, and I'm not sure I can. I was in the back of a limousine, and it was at night so I couldn't really see where we were going. All I am sure of is that it was in the country outside of town. It took about a half hour to get there. That really doesn't tell us anything."

"You could call your contact there and ask him where it is."

"Tell him my wife wants to watch me fuck a whore? That would get back to my boss in three minutes, and I'd be the laughingstock of the company, assuming I wasn't fired."

"If you won't find it, I will," she said sternly as she got off my lap.

"Okay, I'll make some calls on Monday."

I called my client's contact. He was very curious about why I would want information about a place I hadn't wanted to go to. I made up an excuse that I needed to entertain another client in his city. That brought more probing about who the other client was, but I stuck to a confidentiality story. After twenty minutes of fishing, I finally got the telephone number.

I called the spa as soon as I could and asked for Theresa. At first, she seemed unnerved by the idea of Cheryl watching her and me in bed. Eventually, she calmed down and became intrigued by the idea. She put me on hold for a few minutes while she talked to her boss about having Cheryl come with me. When she came back on line, she said everything was arranged. I almost choked when she mentioned the fee, but I made an appointment for the following Saturday, subject to Cheryl's agreement. Next I called Cheryl with the news. I was stunned by her excitement. She immediately took charge of booking the flights and reserving a hotel room.

I spent the next two days trying to talk her out of the trip. I objected to the fee, the airfare, the hotel room cost, the damage to our savings. Nothing deterred her. She had a solution for everything. Thursday, I tried reverse psychology by being excited by another chance to screw Theresa, praising her skill as a lover, describing her fantastic body. This only convinced her it was the right thing to do. Friday night, I resigned myself to the trip and helped pack our suitcases. Why couldn't I have been smart enough to forgive and forget and to keep my mouth shut instead of feeling compelled to confess too? If Cheryl's enthusiasm wasn't bad enough, Theresa called me at work Friday to tell me she couldn't wait for our arrival. I resolved that if I should ever fuck another woman, Cheryl would never find about it from me.

Our flight arrived around four Saturday afternoon. After we checked into our hotel, Cheryl called Theresa to tell her when to expect us. Theresa insisted on talking to me as well. I could not believe how excited the two of them were. They talked for at least an hour while my stomach tied itself into knots. When we finally went out for dinner, I could hardly eat. I know the food was good; I had eaten at the same restaurant the previous week and had enjoyed my meals there immensely. My steak this time tasted like juicy rubber.

We went back to our room to dress. The women insisted that I wear the same suit that I wore the previous week. Everything was supposed to be the same as before, except, of course, that I was bringing my wife to a whorehouse. Cheryl went into the bathroom to change while I donned my suit. When she came out, she was wearing a gossamer minidress that was identical to Theresa's with no underwear. The only difference was her shaved pussy, which I had come to love during the past week. "What's this all about?" I asked indicating the dress.

"We think I should blend in with the staff," she said.

"I don't know that I like my wife looking like a whore. What if one of the other customers thinks you work there?"

"Don't worry. I'm not turning any tricks, although it would help pay the fee."

"Very funny."

"Will you relax? You're going to have fun. You will be with two women who adore you and your lovely cock. After you've used that beautiful instrument on Theresa, we'll come back here, and you'll use it on me. Most men would be excited to be in your place."

"They aren't paying for it; we are. I was scared to death when I told you what happened here, even after listening to your confession. I thought we'd be in divorce court by now."

"I never thought I'd see Henry again, not that I really wanted to. I know you're intrigued by the thought of me fucking someone else; you had a hardon all the time I was telling you about him and me. I got very wet listening to your description of you and her together. I think we'll come out of this experience much stronger than before, both as individuals and as a couple."

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I hope you are right."

She picked up her purse and went toward the door. "The limo should be here any minute. How do I look?"

"You look like someone I want to spend the rest of my life with. Aren't you going to wear a jacket or something?"

"No, this is my night to be really wild, and I'm going to do it right. You aren't embarrassed to be seen with me, are you?"

"Of course not. It's just that there might be children out there whose parents might not approve of your attire." I took my suit jacket off and put it over her shoulders. It covered everything that needed covering. "That should keep you from being arrested until we get into the car."

The limousine was waiting for us when we got downstairs. When the doorman opened passenger door, Cheryl started to get in, then paused. She handed me my jacket with a sly grin. I thought the doorman's jaw would crack the sidewalk as she got in. I put my jacket on and got in beside her. Two men with broad smiles sat opposite us. Her nipples immediately stood at attention. I put one arm around her shoulders and kissed her while my other hand stroked her thighs. "Behave yourself," she whispered.

"I thought you want to be wild tonight," I whispered back. "I'll bet they ask the manager if they can have you."

"They are kinda cute. Maybe I should do them instead of Henry to pay for Theresa."

"Maybe."

"Or maybe I should do them and Henry."

"Now who needs to behave."

"I haven't done anything. Yet."

Having an audience that could see everything we did was turning both of us on. Cheryl made no attempt to stop me as my hand continued to caress her legs. Her hand stroked my hard cock through my pants. She parted her legs slightly to give me greater access to her damp charms. I purposely avoided contact with her clit to keep her from cumming. She flipped the hem of her dress behind her so her juices wouldn't stain it.

The footman opened the car door as it came to a stop at the spa. He showed no signs of anything being unusual as Cheryl stepped out. The two men fell over each other rushing to open the building door for her.

Theresa was waiting for us. Except for Cheryl's purse, Theresa's and her outfits were identical. Dresses, shoes, even earrings matched. If one couldn't see their faces, one would think they were twins. Both had large firm breasts, deep blue eyes, and auburn hair. The almost transparent lavender dresses drew the attention of every man in the place. There were no introductions. They greeted each other with warms hugs like long lost sisters. Theresa took my left arm and Cheryl took my right, and we went up the staircase.

Inside Theresa's room, I was seated between them on the sofa. Both were very excited. "Rob," Theresa said, "I guess you know that Cheryl and I have been talking on the phone all week. I feel like I've known you guys for years. We decided that we should recreate last week as much as possible." It was then I realized she was wearing the same dress and shoes she had worn the previous week. "I hope that's okay with you."

"Sounds good to me," I said.

"As I recall," she continued, "you were pretty tired and turned down a drink in favor of coffee. I will order that right now. Cheryl, may I get you something?"

"Rob said your coffee is quite good," Cheryl replied. "Black, please."

Theresa picked up the phone and ordered the coffee. She was on the phone longer that she had been before. I took advantage of the extra time to put my arm around Cheryl and kiss her. She smiled and hugged me. When she rang off, Theresa turned to us. "It seems like you're pretty open with each other," she said, "so I feel like I can discuss this with both of you. Remember the two men who came in with you?'

"They were in the limo with us," Cheryl said. "What about them?"

"Apparently our plan for you to blend in with us worked. They want you."

"What did I tell you?" I said to Cheryl.

"Do you know them?" Cheryl asked.

"They're regulars. They like to do sandwiches."

"What's that?" I asked.

"Simultaneous vaginal and anal sex," Theresa said. "I've done it with them."

"Sounds like fun," Cheryl said. "What do you think, Honey?"

"It would be you between them," I said. "I don't have a problem with it if you don't get hurt."

"They're gentle," Theresa said. "They're into fun, not pain. Rob is bigger than either of them, and he wouldn't have any trouble getting into your bottom, so penis size isn't an issue. The question is whether both of you are comfortable with it. You both have to agree. Rob can watch through a one-way mirror if he wants. Your share of the fee would cancel out my fee."

"Then I'm in," Cheryl said, "but they will have to wait until we're done here."

"Don't you mean they're in?" I said.

A knock on the door saved me from comments about bad jokes. Theresa returned with the coffee. She filled three cups and passed them around. She sat next to me and stared into my eyes as she drank hers. I returned the stare. Cheryl's presence slowly receded into the back of my mind.

"I hoped you would come back," Theresa said softly. "I didn't expect it would be so soon." She set her cup down and took my tie into her hand. Pulling on it, she brought my lips to hers. I put my cup down as I kissed her. My tie came off without my being aware. My jacket and shirt soon landed on the floor. She pushed me onto my back. Cheryl moved to another chair to be out of our way. Theresa's hard nipples pressed into my chest as she laid down atop me. The bulge in my pants rubbed against her pussy as she kissed my cheeks and neck. My hands explored her back and fanny while her fingertips lightly circled my nipples turning them into tiny bullets.

She sat up long enough to remove her dress, then leaned forward placing her nipple against mine. My cock became harder as her kisses became more passionate, more lustful. Our breathing slowed and deepened. My hands caressed the sides of her breasts. My imprisoned cock was against her slit. "You are really hot tonight," she whispered. My passion increased when I saw Cheryl's fingers caressing her clit. Theresa's lips contacted each of my ribs as she unbuckled my belt and opened my fly. She quickly divested me of the rest of my clothing and led me to the bed.

I expected her to lay down first, but she had me stretch out instead. She took my cock between her lips and applied so much suction that I thought my balls would come through of my snake's eye. This was not a true recreation of the previous week, but I didn't care. I would have to have her teach Cheryl the art of the blowjob. Just when I thought I would lose control, Theresa rolled onto her back and spread her legs. My mouth went to her hairless snatch. I licked the folds of her inner and outer lips slowly. Her breathing was sharp and deep as my tongue passed her clit. After the third pass, her entire body tensed and trembled. I kept my tongue moving as she shuddered with passion. A few seconds after she stopped shaking, her legs clamped against my head. She held her breath while her hips vibrated through her orgasm. "You're going to get into trouble if you keep that up," she whispered.

"Hi, Trouble," I said before placing my tongue on her clit and humming a low note. Her thighs crushed my ears against my skull, and her hips bucked wildly.

She pulled on my hair. "Fuck me now, dammit!" she growled. "Fill me with your big prick!" I rose to my elbows and climbed up to mount her. She grabbed my prick and led it to her steaming volcano. As I began to enter her, she wrapped her legs around my butt and pushed me completely into her. I tried using long slow strokes, but she thrust violently against me and climaxed in a few seconds digging her fingernails into my back. Somewhere in the recesses of my mind, I heard two women squealing with passionate delight. When her climax subsided, Theresa rolled me onto my back and sat up with my meat still inside her.

Cheryl climbed onto the bed and took a seat on my mouth. Theresa rocked slowly back and forth on my cock as I ran my tongue the length of Cheryl's smooth slit. Her pussy lips were swollen with lust. Her hips jerked against my chin while her juices flowed down my cheeks. She cried out when my tongue gently brushed the tip of her clit. Her orgasms merged into one continuous climax. I felt my nuts contract as Theresa rocked faster and faster. My first wad blasted into her as Cheryl's thighs held my head immobile. My hot seed continued to spurt into Theresa while her pussy muscles gripped my cannon. All three of us collapsed in a breathless heap of tangled limbs.

Several minutes passed before we could find the strength to move. Slowly, carefully, we separated into three individuals. "That was unbelievable," I said gasping for breath. "I've never had two women at once before."

"Are you ready for two men?" Theresa asked Cheryl.

"Let me at 'em," Cheryl said. "I'm hot enough to take on the whole county."

"Let's get cleaned up, and I'll take you to the room where they are waiting for you."