When Opportunity Knocks (Story 2)

My first impression of Janet was not a good one. She was subtly belittling her classmate during my office hours. What she was saying wasn't wrong, but she could use some work on her delivery. I was not always the best at hiding my immediate feelings when she commented about another student's answer. The truth is, Janet was a bitch to classmates she deemed unworthy. But, we occasionally need a Janet in our life to push us to get better at whatever it may be, and unsolicited advice is not always the easiest to hear or accept.

Janet appeared to be friendly enough, with a warm smile and an outgoing personality. I'd normally tell you about her looks and body at this juncture of a story, but she dressed in such a conservative manner, it was not possible to tell. She wore long skirts and shirts buttoned high enough to not display any hint of cleavage. She was on the tall side at 5'9", but not monstrous. She was pretty, but not stunning. She had no attention grabbing features and her clothes were vanilla.

As her professor, I worried about her. Her lack of people skills would harm her in the academic world. She was a good student, possessing a 3.82 in her core science and math classes. She had high aspirations about where she would be going after undergraduate, but I worried about her interview skills. Interviews would be the thing that thwarted her chance for success. That was my driving force behind reaching out to her out of the blue one day.

I asked her to stay after class to discuss her academic plans and career aspirations. She was touched that I reached out, but was also a little dubious that I might be lining her up for something, like a tongue-lashing. Oddly enough, her concern made me wonder that same thing. Was I using interview skills as an excuse to tell her to stop being such a curt bitch? Deep inside, it may have been. But the odd thing was, she didn't really care if that's what it was, as she appreciated someone taking an interest in her. She felt overlooked.

I started by saying, "I meet with many of my top students to discuss their career plans. This is a time in your undergraduate journey where you need to start taking deliberate steps towards your career path."

She surprised me by saying, "Okay. I was thinking you were reaching out for something else."

I was captivated by an answer I was not expecting. What else would it possibly be? I was compelled enough to ask, "What were you thinking?"

She answered rather nonchalantly, "Nothing significant, just not career planning."

"I hope I didn't disappoint you."

In her curt manner, she replied, "No disappointment at all, just a change from what other professors talk to me about. Shall we talk about my career aspirations?"

"We shall, but I'm busy today. We should probably set a meeting. How about we meet at the coffee house."

"I don't drink coffee."

"Me either, actually."

"Then why suggest it?"

"It was the first place I thought of on campus where we could sit and talk. I actually wasn't thinking about the coffee part, just the open tables."

"That's fair." After a pause, she continued, "I would have a hard time talking openly about academics in that setting. I'm a private person. I'd do better talking in your office behind closed doors."

I was in a bit of a hurry and said, "That's fine. When can you meet?" My tone reflected my sudden interest in time efficiency, and now I was the one being curt.

She flashed a warm smile and said, "I appreciate you reaching out and I do believe I could benefit from your insights. Can we meet after class on Wednesday?"

"I have a meeting right after lecture on Wednesdays. My afternoon is full, so perhaps another day could work."

"When are you free on Wednesday?"

"Probably not until after 6:00. It's just a really impacted day. Fridays are good."

"Wednesday is best for me. Can we meet at 7:00?"

I thought for a moment how late that was, but figured that I typically waited out traffic anyway. I finally said, "Wednesday at 7:00 works. I'll see you then."

We went our separate ways and I forgot to write our appointment down in my schedule when I got back to my office. I was living a hectic life that had me traveling between cities three times a week. I shared an office on campus with another adjunct professor who was doing multiple jobs at different locations too, so he was gone by early afternoon every day to get to his other job. Juggling jobs is what we had to do in our position. Wednesday came and Janet said hello before lecture, which was out of the norm for her. I returned the hello and thought nothing of it. She was more animated in class than normal and chose a front row seat, and on her way out of lecture gave a slight wave goodbye.

I raced to my departmental meeting where I did my best to stay awake. I had my office hours after that and a quick faculty meeting that only two of us showed for, and then I was back at my office around 5:45. I thought about fighting traffic, but I was looking at a three-hour drive that would drop to a little under two hours if I waited until 8:00 to leave. After weighing the reduced time in traffic and how I could use the next hours in my office, I decided to stay. I opened my laptop and started working on notes for future classes. Around 6:55, I heard a knock on the door and when I opened it, Janet was standing there.

I said, "Hello," and waited for her to ask her question.

She stood there a few seconds in silence before saying, "You forgot about our meeting, didn't you?"

Oh crap, I had forgotten. That's why she was different in class today. Thank goodness I didn't leave. "No, no, I just lost track of time." I opened the door, and she walked through.

She stood there next to my desk and said, "No, you forgot our meeting. Are you free to meet now?"

"Okay, the truth is that I knew I scheduled something, I just forgot to write down what it was. I'm really sorry. But to answer your question, yes, I am free and this hour was reserved for you."

"You're here and I'm here, and we have an entire hour to meet, so all is good."

Crap, I did tell her we had an hour. I said, "Please, have a seat." She continued to stand. I looked at her and asked, "Would you prefer to stand... or go somewhere else?"

"No, like I mentioned, this is the ideal spot to talk most openly. But I'd be more comfortable if we could close and lock the door." It was an odd request, and red flags went up in my head. During working hours I never would have agreed to a closed door, let a lone a locked door. But it was late and my office mate was not coming back. I figured what the heck, against better judgment. and said, "Okay." I then closed and locked the door. She still didn't sit down though. "You're still not sitting."

"I was going to wait until you sat down, and then pull my chair up next to yours."

My head was juggling so many thoughts I didn't know which to address first. I finally said, "You're good with candor, right?"

She looked perplexed, and let out a subtle, "Yes, sure."

"Okay, well here goes. This is a professional meeting. Your request for a locked door and cozy seating arrangement has me nervous. It's not the best optics. I don't date students... not date, but you know, engage in things I shouldn't."

She smiled her disarming smile and said, "You've jumped to a few conclusions. I came here for a professional meeting too. I want to sit next to you so I can lay out the chart I made. It's easier to look at it if we're side-by-side, instead of across from one another. I want the door locked so no one walks in and sees how anal I am. Last, and most important to me, I'm not hoping to date you. I know you have a fiancé. I have a boyfriend. Not that those are the deterring factors people think they are, but it's still a fact."

I was relieved, but still felt cautious. "Thanks for sharing."

She looked like she was struggling to say something. She finally asked, "You're good with candor too, right?"

I nodded affirmatively while saying, "Yes."

She took a deep breath and said, "I wouldn't mind sleeping with you. I've slept with a professor before, and I believe you've slept with a student before, so it's not too unreasonable to think it could happen at some point, but not today. I didn't come here for that."

I believe my stunned silence and struggle to make a sound, let alone utter words, expressed my thoughts well. After a prolonged silence where she stared at me, I finally spewed, "There's a ton to digest there. What would make you think we'd sleep together?"

"Professors have hit on me before. Asking me to stay after class so we could talk alone is how it usually starts. Then a late meeting in private ensues. You know?"

I again was knocked for a loop by her comment. "But you set the meeting time and place, remember?"

"Exactly. I chose after hours, when I knew it would be desolate. I asked for a private office with a locked door, where no one could interrupt us. I was the one who put us in this position that could easily be the perfect setting for some extracurricular activity. But that's not what this is, is it? Let's get to the crux of the meeting, and then we can discuss this other stuff." With this, she opened her folder and pulled papers from her backpack.

She laid out her 3 x 4 poster on my desk and showed me the map she had made that listed every last thing she would be doing for the next two and a half years. It was thorough. I said, "Your planning is impeccable, but it's the personal aspects you need to also consider. You have to be someone they want to spend four years with." We talked about the typical questions and some strategies for presenting memorable and well-reasoned answers. We discussed taking a moment to think about each answer, before speaking at an interviewer. We had a productive talk and were in a good place by 7:30.

That's when she adjusted slightly in her seat to show me something on her chart. Her leg rested against mine, and I liked it. I didn't move my leg away. She then leaned across me to adjust the left edge of her poster, and more contact was made, this time by her chest on my arm. It was surprisingly ample. Once she sat back down, she rested her hand on her leg, with her fingers lightly resting on my thigh. I again did not move. This emblazoned her to move her hand to my thigh. I offered no resistance. She worked her hand up my thigh until she made an abrupt move to grab me through my shorts.

I asked, "What are you doing?"

She smiled and said, "Cupping you. Preparing to fondle you soon. We finished early and have some extra time on our hands. I'm just curious to see where this goes from here. You seemed to like my slow progression to this point. Was I wrong?"

I shrugged my shoulders and did not make her remove her hand. "You were right."

"You like candor it seems. I'm thinking about using my mouth. I'd like to go down on you."

"That would feel nice. But I have a fiancé."

"Maybe I could down on her too." Not the answer I was expecting, and I immediately wondered if she was serious, and had lost focus on my previous issue. She was a virtuoso, playing me perfectly.

I was starting to say, "Hmmm, I..." but she cut me off.

She said, "Hold still while I check something." She unzipped my shorts and pulled my cock and then my balls out of my shorts and boxers through the hole in my boxers. She wrapped her right hand around my now semi-aroused shaft and cupped my balls with her left hand. She whispered in my ear, "Maybe I can lower my mouth down to your fiancé's naked body, move to just below her stomach, put my tongue out, take her into my mouth, and eat her out." Her slow, sensuous words were amazing.

I literally groaned.

Janet said, "You got so aroused. I felt it. I can sense how turned on you get, using these." She squeezed my shaft gently and pressed up into my ball with a little more pressure.

"Instead of a lie detector, you're an arousal detector."

"I am." She moved to my ear and whispered, "I want to give you a blowjob right now." Then she moved back and spoke, "About a 7.5." She then moved back to my ear and whispered, "I want to go down and your fiancé and lick and tongue her." Then she moved back again and spoke, "Geez, a 9.5."

"That accurate huh?"

"Never wrong... very precise. We could really do it you know? I'm not just saying it to get a rise out of you, although I just got one again when I told you that."

"What are you saying exactly?" I was still trying to process whether she was trying to turn me on, or whether she was asking to hook up with my fiancé.

"I'm saying, if you want, I can remove your fiancé's panties, lay her on the bed, push her thighs apart, and then use my tongue and mouth to get her off. All this while you watch. I would totally be into doing it."

"What about your boyfriend?"

"He can watch too." I waited for her to give another score, but she didn't. Then she said, "Maybe your fiancé can pull his pants down, go on her knees, take him into her mouth, and suck him." She waited a moment and said, "Hmmm, 8.0. Did you know that the thought of group sex turned you on?"

"I did not."

"You never once mentioned the idea to your fiancé? She never once talked about it with you?"

"We might have talked about it a few times, but not seriously."

"Just talking about it means you're serious. It's totally hot in every way you can imagine."

She had literally blown my mind. I had zero interest in her that way when I invited her to meet, zero interest in her when she arrived, and now I couldn't stop thinking about her going down on my fiancé. I couldn't stop hoping that she'd lower her mouth and suck me right here in my shared office. "How did you start?"

"I trusted someone when they invited us to join them.'

"Really?"

"I know you're interested, I can feel it. The question is how to take that first step. Why don't you and your fiancé join my boyfriend and I for a night on the town? We can go out to a bar and then play it by ear."

"I'll have to think about it. I have to figure out how to get my fiancé on board."

"Tell her detailed stories about what I could do to her. See what gets her aroused, and emphasize that. Maybe she'll love the idea of me going down on her or her going down on me. Maybe the image of your cock deep in my mouth will arouse her. Maybe she'll get turned on by the chance to take my boyfriend's pants off, pull his cock out, and have it fuck her eager mouth." She looked at my cock for a minute and looked at me with big eyes. "That one is totally getting you off. Let's see something." She moved to my ear and whispered, "She can open her mouth just enough so his head barely fits in and then slide her mouth down so you can watch her lips gliding down his shaft as her cheeks pucker in and her body melts into a lustful bliss." She lifted up and said "Hmmm."

I said, "What?"

Then she returned to my ear and she lowered her mouth again. She whispered, "His cock will be nearly all the way hard, stiff and bulging at the head. He'll move his swollen, dark red head to her lips and press in. She'll open her awaiting mouth, feeling his head ready to enter her. She'll feel his crown slowly slide across her tongue and push deeper into her mouth. She'll feel his thick cock filling her entire mouth, rubbing on the insides of her mouth. It will feel warm, and the crown will swell, pushing into her tongue." She pulled away again and said, "Interesting."

I asked, "What's interesting?" Right then her phone alarm sounded, and it was 7:45.

Ignoring my question, she quickly scooped up her stuff and put it into her backpack. She stood up and said, "I have to go." She stepped into me, moved her mouth to mine, and proceeded to give me a sensual kiss. As we were kissing, she took my right hand in her left hand, while pulling her skirt up with her right hand, and then pressed my right hand into her soaked pussy. I fingered around her wetness and started to slide a finger into her. She stopped kissing me and whispered, "I don't wear underwear when I visit your office."

She then broke free and in a regular voice said, "I look forward to our next meeting. Hopefully it's four of us. Let me know." She was out the door in a flash. From the hallway she yelled back, "You should probably put that away." I'm sure she was smiling as she said it. What the fuck just happened? How did she turn the meeting that way so easily? Granted, she was right that I had slept with a student before. Truth was, it may have happened more than once. I was not the picture of purity, and apparently not the picture of discretion either. I thought about what happened the entire drive to my hotel, where I stayed two nights a week for my other job. The next day, after work, I drove home and my fiancé came over for a few hours. Her living situation was such that she could never spend the night.

We made dinner and talked. Naturally, the subject of swinging popped up, and much to my surprise, she was quite talkative. She had a couple friends who were promiscuous, and it would seem that the tales they told her had taken root in her mind to some degree. She had already confessed previously to being intrigued by the thought of being with a woman as well as the thrill of sucking two guys at once, but tonight she was sharing on a whole new level of detail now. I proposed the idea of us going out to a nightclub known for pick-ups, which was met with lukewarm acceptance at best. This would take work.

The next day, a Friday, I was back to my large lecture and Janet was again in the front row. She sat with one leg tucked under her butt, atypical for college students in a lecture hall, but she was atypical. Her skirt was long as usual, and draped in a way that actually showed me her knee. I knew what she was doing, and it didn't work. She left immediately after class, and although I was hoping she'd stay, I knew it was not a good idea to interact in front of everyone. I walked back to my office, plopped down in my chair and started talking with my co-tenant. He was packing up for the weekend, about to start his one hundred fifty mile trek home, having no other classes to teach this week. He was no sooner out the door when I heard a light tap on the door. I said, "Come in" and there appeared Janet with a big grin.

She asked, "May I? and I nodded okay. What I didn't realize was that when I thought I was agreeing to her coming in, she saw it as coming in and closing and locking the door behind her.

I asked, "Do you mind keeping the door unlocked please?"

She answered, "But I have a hard time being as expressive if there's a chance someone might walk in on us."

I didn't want to play her games at this point in time, and I believe she sensed it in my expression. "It's regular business hours and my office mate could come back."

She unlocked the door and then sat down with a pout. "Did you think about what we discussed?"

"Yes, I went over what we discussed a lot in my head. After thoroughly contemplating it, I think your answers to the questions about medicine in general are good, but you need to work on the ones about ethical dilemmas."

She smiled and said, "Very funny... well played. So I talked with my boyfriend and he's in. How did you fare?"

I asked, "How do you know I talked to her about it?"

She had an 'are you serious?' expression and simply said, "You did."

I pondered for a moment how many times she had done this recruitment, because she had it down to an art. Finally I said, "I think she's good hooking up with you, I didn't really ask about her going down on your boyfriend, and it's going to take some work to talk her into going out to anywhere we might see my students."

"Then we'll accidentally cross paths. Does she bar hop? Does she like to go clubbing?"

"Accidental meeting? You sound like you have this wired. How many times have you done this?"

"I know how to orchestrate chance encounters. I'm pretty good at steering seemingly random events. I randomly ended up in your office after hours with your cock in my hand when you didn't see it coming. Get us in the room, and I'll make it happen. Do you have a picture of her?"

I pulled a framed one out of a box in my desk drawer. She gave me an odd look, so I explained, "I just recently been moved to this office, and got the sense from my office mate that pictures were not part of the interior decorating scheme."

"I'm not judging, but that's an interesting place to keep her picture. Mind you, I've seen other professors hide pictures of their significant other when I was in their office. But you flat out told me you had a fiancé, so I assumed you wouldn't hide her picture." She looked at the picture and said, "Damn, she's really pretty."

I was waiting for her candor to take hold, but she bit her lip. I said, "You learned a little from our chat. What are you politely holding back?"

"Nothing bad."

"Really, you're going to squelch your nature now?"

"Okay, it's just that she is so pretty that I'm not sure why you'd be interested in me if she's there too. Nothing bad, I just know where I measure up."

I decided I'd think out loud, and hopefully not put my foot my mouth. "She is definitely beautiful. I'll show you her in a bikini if you ask nicely." The look on her face was sinking with each of my words. "But you have an aura about you. You exude a confidence that makes us take notice. You are pretty as well, and you give off this vibe where I want to be with you. And I'm not talking sexually, although I do want you that way, I'm talking about this allure you radiate. You are so aloof, and to be wanted by you is validating. I'm not sure that makes sense. You're the kind of woman a man will think about a lot."

"Show me that bikini picture. I want to see what I'm getting when we hook up." I pulled it out of my wallet, and she ogled it with no shame. "Well fuck me, she is hot. This is going to be fun. It's going to be hard to control myself. My boyfriend is going to lose it when he sees her."

"One step at a time. I'm not sure we can be physically at the same place, so don't get fixated on being in her pants quite yet."

We plotted and planned, and agreed that on Friday, one week from today, we'd find our way into a bar nearby between 8:00 and 9:00. The details were iffy, but we had a week to hammer them out. Then she looked at me, and in her blunt fashion asked, "Aren't you going to try to fuck me? ... or at the very least, try to kiss me?"

"You left me hanging last time, literally. I'm not eager to be left that way again. Jacking off thinking about you two nights ago was not as satisfying as I had hoped it would be. I figured I'd roll with whatever playful things you did today, but not invest desire energy."

"It looks like your are the candid one now. You're beating me at my own game. By the way, I'd love to watch you jack off thinking about me. If you ask nicely, I might even help you do it." She stood up and took a couple steps towards me. She stopped and looked me in the eye. Finally she said, "I'll like it better this way. It will allow me to be more wild on Friday." She reached over and locked the office door. Then she walked over, hiked her skirt all the way up, spread her feet apart, and scooted forward to straddle me. She then lowered herself and sat on my lap facing me. I prepared mentally to be teased.

She began to kiss me, gently at first, but then with more passion as she went. She aligned her skirt like a tent over our bottom halves. She enticed my shorts and boxers down my legs and started rubbing my head with her drenched clit, teasing me like she was going to let me go inside her. It felt amazing. I unbuttoned her vintage 1880s top and after the second button I got my first hint of what she had. She was pale. By the third button, I got an idea that she was chestier than I imagined. I was turned on and rushed to the fourth button, and then took in her pale breasts with pinkish brown areolas and surprisingly large, bulbous reddish nipples. Her breasts were probably D and had average firmness for her age. I fondled them gently, and she moaned much louder than I expected. "You like being touched there?"

"I love everything there. I get really turned on when someone fondles my tits." She stood up and encouraged me to stand too. I stood in front of her and took her upper body in. She was not one to exercise, but she had a naturally sculpted body, slightly on the thin side. I had not been expecting that either. She said, "I think someone might like a blowjob." Then out of the blue, her phone alarm went off, just like last time.

"What now?" I said with an annoyance I didn't try to hide.

"My roommate is on her way. I need to get to my discussion section, and she'll be knocking soon." We raced to get dressed, and she finished just as the knock on the door came. Janet kissed me on the cheek, whispered in my ear, "Save all this for me on Friday," as she gave my cock one last squeeze through my shorts. She was then out the door and I never saw her roommate. It was poor etiquette on my part if a coed was seen rapidly departing my office in a disheveled state, especially if someone heard the door lock pop as she exited. I was screwing up big time.

I saw her in class the following Monday and Wednesday, with no major incidents or distractions. However, Friday was a different story altogether, as I think we both were on high alert for anything we noticed in the other person. Janet wore a black long sleeve shirt with a red cursive A on the front and some phrase on the back, and it appeared she had no bra on. Her skirt was a turquoise hue, and was not as long as normal. Her pale lower legs were on display, and as much as I tried not to notice, I had them memorized by ten minutes into class. She made gestures during lecture, but I didn't quite understand what she was saying. At the end of lecture, she waited with a few other students to ask questions, and I noticed out of the corner of my eye that she was getting some attention from a couple boys in the class. When she finally spoke up, she handed me a folded note and simply said, "Nate wanted me to get this to you if I saw you today. He also said to tell you that he's looking forward to your meeting." Then she left.

I tucked the note into my folder, fielded the last of the questions, and left for my office. It was in fact a note signed by Nate, who I assumed to be her boyfriend. It was confirmation that they'd be at Vic's Joint at 8:00 and that Janet would find us. The instructions said to get a table and that we should bring swimwear if possible. It made specific reference to Anna bringing her bikini. I had no idea how I was going to facilitate that.

Anna and I went to an early dinner near campus, and I suggested hitting up a bar a couple miles away before heading home for the evening. She asked if it was the nightclub I had mentioned in our swingers conversation, but I informed her it was not.

She smiled and said, "I was sort of hoping you'd push for that. I think I might have been talked into it tonight."

I looked at her knowingly and asked, "So you're thinking about things are you?"

She suddenly got shy and whispered her answer, "I am." After a moment she said, "I think we should go there instead of a bar." Of shit, now I was screwed. I had to think fast.

I said, "The club won't be hopping until at least ten. Want to go to the bar first, and then head to the club around nine?"

She smiled and agreed. She had been excited to break our routine and have a traditional date, but this new thought in her head was uncharted territory for me. We ended up getting to Vic's around 7:30, and we ordered two Midori sours that we planned to nurse. It was early for a Friday night crowd, so the place was relatively empty. I spotted Janet lurking, so I made it a point to get a table while she was watching us. During dinner, I had requested refills on our beverages, in the hopes that Anna would have to pee. My plan was to find Janet when Anna went to the restroom. Like clockwork, Anna had to pee shortly after we sat down at our table. Well, as it were, my plan backfired, because Janet made a beeline to the restroom as soon as she saw Anna go in. It was about five minutes later when Anna finally returned. As she was walking back, I smiled, but she did not smile back. When she got to the table I asked, "What's wrong?"

"I think I just got hit on in the restroom."

"You 'think' you did or you definitely did?"

"I definitely got hit on."

"A guy was in the women's restroom hitting on you?"

"No, it was a woman."

"That bothers you? I thought you'd be flattered. You even mentioned at dinner that you'd like that."

"Yeah, I know I said that, but it was just weird is all. I've never had a woman hit on me in the restroom before. Not uncomfortable, just sort of forward."

"Was she ugly? Is that part of it?"

"No, she was actually kind of cute."

"What makes you think she was hitting on you?"

"Mostly a vibe, but also what she said."

"What'd she say? 'Let's get naked right here and make out?' or something like that?"

"Seriously, it was odd. She commented that I have really nice skin."

"Oh yeah, classic dyke pickup line right there... how did it not work? Why are you not fucking her in the bathroom right now?"

"No, I mean everything... the way she looked when she said it. Then she mentioned that if she had skin like mine that she'd have no tan lines anywhere. What got me though was when she said, 'it'd be nice to see if you have tan lines.' I forget what she said after that, because that line was reverberating in my head."

"Okay, that's weird. It sounds like you pinged her Lezdar. I think you should take it as a compliment. You are beautiful and you do have amazing skin, and I love seeing you without any clothes. Is the real problem deeper than just a compliment? Are you having second thoughts? Are you still deciding what tonight will be, before we get to the club? Did her hitting on you affect you some way?"

"As in was I turned on by her or interested in her?"

I waited the right amount of time to let it stew before answering, "Were you, even just a little bit?"

"No. She was sexy... and voluptuous, but it just felt off." She thought for a moment and added, "If I ever was going to be with a woman, I could see it being someone like her. Physically at least, but I picture someone tender." She paused for about fifteen seconds and than asked, "Honest answer... you really want to watch me with another woman, don't you? I know it's come up in casual conversation, but I mean sincerely, is it something you'd want me to do?"

"It depends on the woman, but yes, I think so." My head was reeling, and I assumed it had to have been Janet who planted this seed in the restroom. Damn, Janet was good. She played me perfectly, and now she was playing Anna perfectly. She said she could make it happen as long as I got us to the bar, and so far she looks to be on track.

"I know we talked about hitting up a meat market to see if we could round up some interest. I know we are planning to go clubbing to see what might happen and maybe we could hook up. I know, though, this one could definitely happen. If you want to try a threesome, honestly want one, I can find her and see where it goes."

"Let's just sit on this for a bit and see what we think when our hormones level off. Besides, I'd like to see this woman first."

"You don't trust my tastes?"

I had no answer for her that wouldn't be a bad one. I finally said, "I guess I want to see how aroused you and I both get."

We sat there in silence when Anna blurted out, "Oh my God, she's walking this way." As I started turn to look, Anna said in a panic, "Don't turn around... don't look." But then the woman was upon us.

The woman spoke, "Hey, we meet again." It was Janet, and she was so good at this game. I turned one-eighty to face her and as soon as a I did, Janet, in what could only be described as a girly, sorority-esque scream-talk said, "Oh my God, Dr. Carlisle, what are you doing here?"

"I came in through the open door in front. I believe that is what the establishment prefers."

Janet said, "No, I mean what are you doing at a bar? At this bar of all places?"

I answered, "We went to dinner and decided to swing by before heading to Uptown. I have heard so much about this place, and we were out. We're not staying long. By the way, I apologize for my rudeness... this is my fiancé, Anna."

Anna put her hand out and said, "Nice to meet you... again." I couldn't tell what she was feeling or thinking from her tone. I wonder if she suspected that this entire thing was a set-up. The coincidence was pretty over the top.

Janet said, "It's nice to meet you formally. Oh my gosh, I am so sorry for back at the bathroom. I repeated the things I said in my head, and it came across so weird. I feel awkward now. I meant it as a compliment and nothing else."

I started laughing, "So you're the one who was telling Anna about her great skin and that she should walk around naked." Then I took on a sudden embarrassed expression. "I'm so sorry for blurting that out. I have a filtering problem sometimes. That was unprofessional."

Janet smiled and said, "It's okay Dr. Carlisle, it's Friday and we're in a bar. I think you're allowed to let your hair down. Heck, I just told your gorgeous fiancé that I wanted to get naked with her and inspect down, you know where, so there's not much you could possibly say that would be worse than that. She's prettier in real life than the picture in your office."

Anna looked at me, "You finally put my picture out? I was beginning to think you were ashamed of me. Or that it was getting in the way of you hitting on students."

I answered, "I found a compromise. When Nels is there, I have it away. But when he goes home, I take it out. Kind of a pain and I should just leave it out, but I moved into his office and should probably follow his rules for the first few months."

Janet chimed in, "Oh my God, all the girls have a crush on Dr. Carlisle. When we see your picture, we get a little jealous. You're so pretty."

Anna was softening up and said, "Thank you, you're very sweet. And who knows, if you are nice and play your cards right, maybe we can share him." She winked at her, and I was now confused beyond focus. Anna smiled and said, "I'm sorry about that. I figured I'd even up the score in terms of innuendos, so now we can start from scratch." There was a pause and then Anna asked her, "What brings you here? This is kind of upscale for a college kid, not to mention kind of far from campus."

Janet replied, "My boyfriend closed a big deal this afternoon, and wanted to meet for drinks to celebrate. He's supposed to be here by now. And this is definitely not a hangout for college 'kids'. It costs way too much for a student budget, which is probably why my boyfriend chose it. He graduated a few years back."

I chimed in, "It's Friday so traffic might be the issue. That, or parking around here."

Anna said, "Why don't you pull up a chair and join us?"

Janet grabbed a chair from the vacant table behind us and put it as close to Anna as she had put the chair in my office during our first meeting. She was in accidental touch range. She then said, "In case some of your colleagues are here, you probably don't want to be seen nuzzling up with a student. I figure it's okay if your fiancé does though," and she leaned into Anna, while putting her arm around Anna's shoulders. Anna in turn leaned into her, resting her head on Janet's shoulder and placing her hand on her tummy. It caught Janet by surprise, but she collected herself quickly, and placed her hand on top of Anna's hand to keep her from removing it. They actually looked like a couple if I didn't know any better. Right then, Janet got a big smile.

A man about 6'1" in a suit walked up and I prepared to greet her boyfriend, Nate. Janet stood up, gave him a notably long kiss and then said, "Dr. Carlisle, Anna, meet my boyfriend, Jim."

I reached out to shake hands, wondering why she had called him Nate in her note earlier. I said, "Nice to meet you, Jim. I'm Benton, but go by Ben."

Jim said, "Nice to meet you too. You're the one that Janet and all her friends want to sleep with; it must be nice." I didn't like the comment, but assumed it was part of their word play.

Anna stuck her hand out to shake as well. She said, "I'm Anna, Ben's fiancé. I want to sleep with him too." She smiled and laughed a little to set the mood.

Janet interjected, "Although if I heard it right, she may also be interested in sleeping with me. Did I get that right?" She laughed as well.

Anna smiled and answered, "I guess I kind of did say that... a few times. Hmmm, let me think about it, and get back to you." I gave a 'what are you doing?' sideways glance.

Jim said, "This place is going to become loud and full of horny yuppies. Want to get out of here before that happens?"

I asked, "Where would you want to go? There are a few quieter bars down the block. I got parking, which isn't easy on a Friday."

Janet said, "Maybe we could go back to Jim's place, its' really nice."

Anna got into the mix by saying, "That sounds like fun. And to be honest, no offense Janet, I'd like to not be at a college bar."

With that, we got Jim's address and made our way out to my car. As soon as we were free of their earshot I asked Anna, "What's going on? Are you okay with hooking up with her, knowing she's my student?"

Anna smiled a devious smile and said, "You have an issue if I want to explore my curious side? You said earlier you'd like to see me with a woman. She's really sexy and I think... no, make that I know I could be with her. Are you no longer interested in seeing me with a woman now that it's on the verge of happening?"

"Just to be clear, she's not a former student; she's a student in my class right now. It's a bit awkward is all. And besides, you just got done saying you were weirded out by her."

"I don't know what it is. I can't explain it, but she got me aroused that way. Tonight is just one of those nights where I think we should take a risk. And now that I've had time to think about it, I was weirded out because I was fighting my desire for her. I can see myself sleeping with her. But if you're not feeling it, or if you have reservations with me messing around with one of your students, then let's just not go. You can tell her something came up with me."

"This is so strange how we have reversed roles. I'm on the fence about it. There is a side of me that is totally turned on by the idea of you pushing your limits with a woman. But there is the other side screaming at me not to do this sort of thing with a student. I want to follow my first voice, but know I should follow my second voice. I think 'll follow your voice on this one."

"If I'm the one who messes around with her, and not you, does that violate your code of ethics?"

"Good point. I don't think so. Are you serious that you want this?"

"We have talked about it enough times that we're probably going to do it one day, anyway. The opportunity is here right now, so why not see where this goes? I have no idea if I'll follow through or not, but I know I want to take the first step." And so we drove to Jim's place. It ends up that he had a nice four-bedroom house in an upscale part of town. It wasn't the most affluent neighborhood in the area, but you had to be doing well to live here. We parked in front of the house and walked up to the front door. Janet answered, wearing a black bikini top the covered about sixty percent of each breast. They looked good contrasted against the black top, and she had so much exposed you couldn't help but ogle them. On bottom she had shorts, which resulted in my doing a double take. I had never seen her in shorts before, and her thighs were as pale as her chest and they were long and shapely from a good diet and not exercise. Anna caught me checking her legs out, and gave me a nudge in the side.

Janet picked up on it and said, "Oh yeah, he's never seen me exposing so much skin. He's either been blinded or is in shock. He'll snap out of it eventually." Now I was embarrassed.

Anna surprised me by saying, "Oh, I didn't give him that rib shot because he was staring. I gave it because you look nice, and he feels like my competition."

I said, "You do look really nice and I have never seen you in shorts and that, uhhh, you know..."

Anna saved me by saying, "... tit flaunter. Definitely the first thing I noticed when you opened the door. If I had those, I'd showcase them too." I couldn't believe how brazen Anna was being.

Janet said, "Jim and I were thinking we could have a drink and sit in the Jacuzzi and talk. Take some time to get to know one another. He's getting it all set. I'm guessing you don't have swimwear with you."

Anna answered for us, "We do not."

Janet said, "I could loan you a bikini if you'd like."

Anna scoffed and said, "I'd be swimming it. And I don't mean literally. Thanks for the offer, but even your smallest top would be too big for me."

Janet suggested, "Then maybe you could go in your bra and panties."

Without missing a beat, Anna suggested, "How about we both go in just panties. You can check to see how bad my tan lines are." With that, Janet curled her left arm behind her, pulled on a string, and then put her right hand on the back of her neck and pulled another string, and her black top fell to the floor."

Anna stared more than I did, eventually saying, "My God, you have great skin. And no tan lines," laughing at her tack-on sentence.

Janet said, "No tan means no tan lines. We still have our bottom halves to evaluate, but the night is young." With that, Anna shed her top and bra in less than fifteen seconds, and Janet gave a good ogling under the auspices of looking for tan lines, of which there were a few. The triangles of slightly lighter skin around her areolas were actually really cute, something I always liked when seeing her topless.

Janet pulled her shorts down, leaving her in a black thong. She then grabbed Anna's hand and led us through the house and out the back to the Jacuzzi. I followed, looking at my gorgeous, tan fiancé in a pair of skimpy, blue panties and ghostly pale Janet in her black thong that exposed everything from this side. We arrive and I strip down to my boxers and Jim removes his T-shirt, leaving him in his swim trunks. Janet whispers something into Anna's ear, and they laugh before nodding okay. Janet walks over to me and Anna walks over to Jim, and they each proceed to pull our last article of clothing down. It wasn't in a sexual way, just matter of fact. Janet says looks at me down there and says, "You must enjoy this one Anna, it looks pretty luscious."

Anna looked at her and smiled, "It's pretty enjoyable to play with." Then she looked at Jim's limp cock and said, "You'll have to tell me about this one. It's not ready to come out and play. We'll have to change that."

We all walked over to the Jacuzzi, and climbed in as the couples we started as. Anna sat close to me and Janet sat almost on top of Jim. The water got hot fast, and one by one we each climbed out to sit on the edge with just our feet in the water. It was a typical March night in so Cal, with the temperature hovering in the low 60s. We talk enough to learn a little more about one another, as we sit there exposed, yet comfortable.

Janet breaks the ice by saying, "Okay, that's a good amount of casual banter. Who's up for pushing some limits?"

Anna is the first to speak up, "Who has limits?" Jim and I just nod to indicate we're in. I can feel my heartbeat pick up, as it's starting to get real. I'm trying to stay calm, but I can actually feel the lightheadedness creeping in. The combo of alcohol, hot water, and stress was chipping away at me. I had to get control, so I took a moment to just close my eyes and listen to the world around me.

Janet chimed in, "You doing okay there, professor?"

I opened my eyes and smiled, saying "Just thinking how nice this is and what a change of pace. I'm enjoying this for the experience it is. Truth is, Anna and I have never done anything like this before, so I want to take it in as we go."

Janet said, in a more business like tone, "Being new to this you should be aware of a few things. Obviously, I'm sure you realize Jim and I have done this a few times before. We mostly host these now. We have some ground rules. First, once we are all naked, there are no more couples... only temporary partners. You're with whoever you're with, until you move on. Second, a no beats a yes. If you're uncomfortable with something your partner suggests, then you have veto power. Lastly, no cocks inside our pussies. That's it."

I say, "We defer to you as you've done this before, so why don't you get things started?"

Jim says, "This may seem childish when we suggest it, but to get comfortable with what we're doing, games are often a good starting point."

Janet added, "When it's a random chance event that makes you do something you normally don't do, then you can accept it and follow through more easily. Once we're tired of games, we'll let it just flow. You'll see."

We climb out of the Jacuzzi, rinse of in the shower near the pool, dry off a little, and then head to his deck. The moon is nearly full and his hedges are high enough that we are alone in the outdoors. He has four outdoor two-seater couches around a square glass coffee table. Jim and Janet take adjacent couches, sitting individually, so Anna and I follow suit. I sit across from Jim and Janet sits across from Anna. We sit on our towels. Janet gets up, walks over to Anna and grabs her hands, giving them a slight tug up. Anna understands the silent request and stands. Janet leans in and they begin to kiss in an exploratory way. Janet reaches out to Anna's hips with both hands, lowers her hands to her waistband, and then gently pulls her panties down past her hips until gravity takes over and finishes the job. Anna gracefully steps out of them and then places her hands on Janet's breasts and massages them. They break their kiss at Janet's doing, so she can say, "My panties are lower." Anna just stares at her face as she lowers her hands and grabs the front of her tiny thong. She tucks her fingers inside from the sides, meshing all her fingers on Janet's swollen mound. Janet arcs her neck up and let's out a soft moan. Anna kisses her on her exposed neck and then uses her thumbs to hook the tiny waistband of her thong and then lowers it until it falls. She then steps into Janet, pressing her now naked body against Janet's, so that their breasts intertwine. Janet's Ds dwarf Anna's Bs, but Anna's tits are firm and perfectly shaped. They complement each other as light and dark orbs, and they dance and gently grind. Anna then pulls back and sits down. Janet returns to her seat. I like seeing Janet sexually frustrated. My gorgeous fiancé is avenging me.

With no hint of emotion, Janet suggests a game where we each get three 4x6 pieces of paper. We are instructed to write scenarios describing something two people must do together, to each other. "The acts can be anything, but you must specify how they will partner. You can't use the person's name, just their position relative to whoever draws the note. You can ask them to do something to the person on the right, left, or across. She says. "Write a G, PG, R, or X on the front. We each draw one note out and then it's on. You can make them all Gs, boooo, or all Xs, yay, or any combo you want." We all write out three as instructed, and then fold them before dropping them into a paper bag.

To decide the draw order, we do odd or even, where we throw out one through four fingers, and the one that is different, as in the only odd number or only even number, goes first. I throw out three fingers while looking at two, two, and four respectively. Janet says, "For the first draw, and only the first one, you can look at the rating letter and then choose. We only do this with beginners." I reach in and select a G, to a chorus of boos from the crowd.

In my defense I say, "We'll get there soon enough. Starting out slow will be good." I open the paper and it says,

Kiss the person on your right for thirty seconds

I lean into Anna, as Jim and Janet look on, and give her a sensual kiss that involves tender rubbing of my arms and her neck and cheeks. We kiss for at least a minute. When we finish Anna whispers gently, "Thanks for doing this."

Janet says, "That was sweet, but get ready for some X-rated action. It's my turn next as we go around the circle from this point." She reaches into the bag and pulls out,

Remove Janet's bottoms, dry her off, and then pleasure her

Janet says, "I didn't write this. I guess I am supposed to pleasure myself, but I think whoever wrote this should have to follow through."

Jim says, "Don't look at me, because I get to do that every night."

Anna turns to me with a look I couldn't figure at the moment. It was a kind of 'what the fuck?', but there was no hint of jealousy. It was more shock than anything. Finally she said, "I guess someone else is going to explore you for tan lines."

I stood up, and as I did I felt an intense guilt, as I was about to go down on our host's girlfriend in front of the woman I vowed to marry. I know there's a rule 2 available, but that would ruin the moment, and likely the night. I grabbed my towel, moved over to her bench, and started to dry her thighs before climbing higher. I used my fingers to test if she was dry, and declared, "I don't think that's from pool water." I then folded the towel and placed it on the cement, before lowering myself to my knees. I spread her thighs, and as soon as I saw that magnificent, glistening mound, all guilt flew away. It was raw desire. I licked up her thighs gently, until my tongue hit the first hint of wetness. I then pressed my tongue into her and flicked the tip across her clit. I sucked her into my mouth gently before releasing her and swiping my entire tongue across her, starting from her clit and moving her entire length. I licked again, but faster and with more pressure. I tickled her with the tip of my tongue, and then started going faster across her clit. I pressed my tongue into her as I flicked it. I pushed a finger inside her while I continued to lick her. She began to breath heavily, and her chest and abs arched and then contracted. She let out a little scream, and it was well past thirty seconds, but I continued. I finally slowed down, lifted up from her and said, "Twenty-nine and thirty."

Anna said, "I'm so wet. You better do that to me tonight."

Jim just said "My turn," as he stared in what seemed like disbelief. I could feel guilt welling inside me again. He pulled out one that read,

The two people next to you must perform a sex-show dance with each other for your viewing.

He had barely finished reading when Anna was already up and grinding into the front of Janet. She was freely running her hands across her back and ass. Janet slid her hand down the front of Anna, and began rubbing her frantically. She lowered her hands to her pussy and you could hear the sloshy noises, as Janet pressed her fingers up into Anna as she continued to grind. Anna held nothing back as she begged, "Deeper, please deeper." Janet obliged and then whispered back to her, with her mouth inches from her ear, I have something that can go deeper... I'll give it to you later." Janet spun Anna around and pressed into her from behind, like she was ass fucking her. She cupped her eager tits with her left and, and found Anna's clit with her right. Anna spread her legs to make room for Janet's reach around fingering.

After about a minute, Jim said, "Time is up. Sorry to end it, because it was fucking hot, but this round is meant to be the tease round. Next round is where it will get seriously intense."

Janet said, "Last one and Anna draws."

Anna reached in and pulled out an X. She sat silent for about thirty seconds, as we all prodded her with our eyes to go on. She finally read it out loud,

Choose another player to give oral sex to the person on your right.

I sat there willing her to not choose me, pleading and hoping she sensed my stress. I know having a couple hook up was probably not the goal of the game, but we had never seen them in action, so it'd be new to us. Finally she inhaled and prepared to give her request. "I really want to watch that cock..." she pointed to Jim "... inside that mouth." Then she pointed to me. "It would so turn me on to see you suck a cock."

I sat there frozen in terror. I had signed on to this so that I could watch Janet and my fiancé have wild sex. I signed on to watch two hot women get naked and discover each other. It had been going well until this moment.

Janet immediately sensed my anxiety and said; "There's a rule two you can invoke if you wish. I can gladly take your place. But it will ruin the moment and essentially end our evening." She laughed, "No pressure."

Anna looked at me with apologetic eyes and said, "I'm sorry Sweetie, but just like you will get off when Janet and I finally hook up, I really want to watch you suck his cock. I can coach you through this."

It had now become a spectacle and whether I used my get-out-of-head card or went for it, the evening had taken a turn. I realistically had three seconds to make my choice, before killing the mood. I looked at Anna, smiled, grabbed my towel and walked to in front of Jim's bench. I could literally feel the sigh of relief Janet let out. I put my towel down on the cement and lowered to my knees. I had just done the same thing with his girlfriend, so I knew the drill. I pushed his knees apart and gave his cock a thorough look. He was relatively soft, so it was hard to tell how big or thick he was. His soft shaft and plump head were collapsed into a mat of light brown hair that had been groomed, but not recently. I reached out with my right hand to grab his shaft just below his head. I squeezed gently, rubbed with my open palm, squeezed again and then let go.

I was surprised how nice his cock felt in my hand, and I had a weird tingle inside holding exactly what he wanted me to hold. I could feel a hard-on starting to form. I couldn't believe I was getting turned on, but I liked it. I moved my hand to a new spot underneath his shaft and repeated the cup, squeeze, and release cycle. I had learned this technique from Janet in my office recently, and figured he was a veteran when it came to receiving this handling. I looked at his cock again; with my heart pounding so hard it was about to pop out of my chest. It had started to thicken a little and stretch ever so slightly.

Janet said, "Stand up, we want to watch." Jim stood up and his cock fell with the aid of gravity so it hung in front of me, making it look more impressive. I liked the idea of having him being soft when he entered my mouth, but if I continued to fondle him, he was going to get harder. I needed to get it in my mouth soon. I felt uneasy to start sucking him, but my internal clock said it was time. I said to myself, "YOLO." I grabbed his shaft and lifted his cock up as I lowered my lips to greet his head, which was starting to throb.

I heard Anna say, "Oh yeah, keep going. This is the good part." It felt oddly exciting to have her watching so intently. I had never been an exhibitionist or wanted to be the center of attention, but this was intoxicating. My lips hit his head and I instinctively put my tongue out. I was never a fan of having my head licked, but maybe he was. I really wish Janet had given me a blowjob, so I could emulate that. I went with what I knew felt good from personal experience. I opened my mouth and sucked his head past my lips and into my mouth, so my tongue could feel the ridge of his crown. Oh my god, I liked the way it felt in my mouth. Fucking A, this was a huge turn-on. I started circulating my mouth around his head, while periodically sucking it in, as my mouth made an exaggerated rotation around his cock. I was putting on a show for the women as much as I was hoping to pleasure his dick. Out of the corner of my eye I say Anna draw closer to the action, with her eyes wide open.

I slid my mouth down about an inch and a half while keeping my lips firmly pressed against his shaft, to the point I was on the edge of my gag reflex kicking in. I slowly sucked back up his shaft until I felt the ridge of his crown hit the inside of my lips. Oh my God, I got so aroused when Anna said, "You're fucking giving him a full on blowjob." I went back down, a tiny bit farther and at about twice the speed, before pulling my mouth sloppily up his cock. I let him out of my mouth for a moment, and then greedily too his head back in, as I started bobbing up and down him faster each time. He was liking it, and I saw his hands clench and unclench. I reached up to cup his balls. As soon as my hand found his sack and my fingers started caressing his balls, he started to grow. I was freaked out and totally turned on at the same time. His stomach contracted and relaxed and he let out a whimper followed by a "Oh fuck yeah, keep doing that." His cock was getting longer, but I think he was as thick as he was going to get.

Anna, my totally sexy and complete naked fiancé said, "Holy fuck this is hot to watch. You give great head." She kneeled down next to me to get a close up. "Fuck, he's so inside your mouth."

Janet said, "Maybe you want to take over for him."

I reluctantly released him from my mouth and watched as Anna proceeded to open her mouth and take his head in. I was turned on watching her mouth go to work, but I had been enjoying feeling him in my mouth. She then took him out and worked her tongue to the base of his shaft on the underside, and then she licked up to his tip, before plunging down on him. She took him deeper than I could. As I'm watching Anna's gorgeous lips sliding up and down his shaft, I felt a hand grip my shaft. I had felt that grip before, and it was comforting. Janet said, "Stand up." As I stood, she rotated her hand and started stroking me with a tight grip. "You're so fucking turned on from giving a blowjob. I think it's time you get turned on getting one. I need to be careful, though, or you might just cum too early." She was an amazing tease.

We sat on the couch facing them, and she sat on my lap, with her ass pressed into crotch. She wiggled and realigned until my head was rubbing her clit. She slid back and forth across my cock, soaking it with her wetness. I watched as Anna took him all the way into her mouth, and then released him to play with his head. She loved giving blowjobs, and watching her at work made me appreciate how good she was. I said, "You give amazing blowjobs AV." She gurgled some answer in return.

Janet kept grinding up against me until she stopped and rotated slightly to put lips against my ear. "I want you in me."

I whispered, "We can't, your rules." I loved teasing her and frustrating her, which for all I knew got her off.

She whispered more, "Please fuck me. I so want to feel you inside me."

I said, "Can it wait until later? Can you hold off long enough to officially change the rules?"

She whispered, "They don't have to know. We can go to a guest bedroom. It's what we do."

I replied as quietly as I cold, "You don't want me to push my head inside you right here, and then push my entire cock up and into you. It goes really deep in this position. I'll rub everywhere inside you if you slide back a little and let me in right here and right now."

She was breathing really heavy and asked, "You'll stick it in me? Really deep inside me? You'll fuck me so deep and so hard?"

I moved my cock to her clit and then maneuvered it into place, pressing my head into place. I could feel her starting to stretch to take me in. I said, very quietly, "Are you ready for my long, thick cock?"

"Yes! Gawd yes! Fuck me."

I told her, "As soon as it goes in, I'm going to grab your waist and pull you down me." I started fingering her as I said it. She screamed, caught herself, and then started moaning. She tried to say 'yes', but it never quite came out clearly this time.

She moved to align herself, and tried to wiggle her way down, but I held her in place. I could see Anna catching glimpses of my cock dangerously close to entering the pussy she would hopefully be licking soon. I lifted Janet up and off me and tried to get her to rotate.

Jim spoke up and said, "It's time to move this party to the bedroom. It's more comfortable for fucking. As soon as we get inside, feel free to ram that delicious cock of yours into my girlfriend's pussy. It's an amazing turn on to hear your girlfriend screaming from another man fucking her. Maybe Anna can scream for you when I fuck her."

I stood up and enticed Janet to do the same. We followed Jim inside and walked into the massive, master bedroom. They had an ultra-king bed and two lounge chairs near the foot of the bed, clearly placed to watch the action. We stopped at the entry way and Jim said, "Ladies, on the bed. Give us a good show." He then sat down in the chair on the left and I sat down in the chair on the right.

Anna got on her back and spread her thighs. Janet got on her hands and knees, and lowered herself down so she was close to Anna's pussy. I said to Janet, "I can't wait to see your mouth doing it dirty down there."

Janet asked, "Are you going to fuck me while I eat her out. That would be so hot."

I replied, "That would be hot." Anna and Jim were listening to every word, but I was unsure if they were turned on.

Jim finally spoke up and said, "No fucking in this bedroom. You'll need to do that in the cheating room, if she'll let you. I'll explain the cheating room after the show." With that, Janet started going hardcore on Anna's pussy, so much that Anna was screaming within seconds.

They thrashed around in a carnal fashion from the start, I can only imagine from the pent up lust. I think we were all a little frustrated from the endless teasing. Anna's pale legs looked so long and her ass looked so sexy from this vantage point. She was moving around to lick from different angles, and I loved catching glimpses of her moist pussy. They had so much room that they rotated around freely and somehow they ended up in a knotted mess with their legs scissoring. As soon as their muffs grazed each other, they both were startled and sort of jumped before getting turned on and working into each other. Both of them were groaning and moaning like animals. It was beautiful to see Anna's tan, toned body grinding against Janet's pale, long body. Anna's natural olive skin coupled with frequent exposure to the sun created a beautiful contrast against Janet's nearly iridescent pasty glow. This sexy Latina beauty was pussy fucking this elegant pale gazelle, and I was front row.

As I'm staring and drooling, literally near the edge of my seat, I felt something on my cock. I look down to see Jim's hand grabbing for me. Without even thinking about it, I reached over with my left hand and started stroking him. Unlike my first round, he's already hard. I watched as my hand went up and down his shaft. I got this weird thought that if I could make him cum, then he couldn't fuck Anna. I don't think that was my motivation for my next move, but it was a bee buzzing around my cranium. I got out of my chair, kneeled down in front of him, lowered my head, and took him into my mouth. It felt different than before, and his hard cock was more exciting than when it was soft. I got hard within ten seconds, and started to get so aroused sucking him that I was going up and down as fast as I could go. I was even getting aroused by the slurping sounds my mouth was making serving his cock. He cupped the back of my head, and pulled me down his cock.

Oh fuck, I was about to gag. I fought it off and pulled back slightly, but he pulled me back down triggering my first throat reflex. His head must have rubbed my uvula, and I fought my reflexes again, but the next one had me gagging. It was intense enough that I sensed Janet and Anna stop for a moment to watch what was happening. Janet cried out, "Oh my God, he's deep-throating him. Your man has turned into a pro at cock sucking."

I pulled my head back against the force of his hand, but I kept sucking him. When I felt ready, I went all the way down again. I felt his head slide deep inside, maybe a little farther than I had taken it before, but I controlled my reflex this time. I felt his short pubes against my lips and my chin brushing against his sack. I tightened my mouth and slid it up his entire length, letting his head out. I grabbed his cock and starting working it up and down, using my second hand to play with his balls. I must have caught him just right, because his abs buckled for a moment. I lowered my mouth to his head and kept stroking him. He spasmed again, and then a second time, almost immediately after his first. He was getting close, but I wasn't sure how close. I started rotating my mouth on his head and sucking him, while stroking him with a tug and then suddenly really fast sliding. I had my mouth just on his tip as I jacked him off even faster.

Janet said, "Be ready, because he cums without much warning."

This freaked me out, because although I knew he was getting close, now I was wondering if he was on the verge. I confidently told Janet, "I'll be ready." Inside, I was freaking out. One side of me wanted him to fire into my mouth, because it seemed so fucking hot to have his cum fill my mouth. The other side had no interest in learning what his cum tasted like, although I had been swallowing a steady stream of his precum.

All of the sudden he yelled "Oh fuck!" and it was happening.

Anna yelled, "Swallow him!" Without even thinking about it I opened my mouth and moved forward, putting his head back into my mouth. I got the remnants streaming out of his head. I slurped his head and without even thinking about it, started stroking him. I was fucking milking his cock without consciously being aware I was doing it. Janet raced to my mouth, pressed her lips to mine, and relieved me of most of the cum I had taken. I was glad, although kissing her was not as hot as I had envisioned.

Janet declared, "We're off to the fuck room. Have fun you two." She grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the room into the hallway. It was a whirlwind and I was feeling mentally too slow to take it all in. We walked a few steps when she said, "That was fucking insane that you let him cum in your mouth. Let's get you a toothbrush and a glass of something, in whatever order you want. I'm honestly not a big fan of my mouth getting filled, but fuck if there isn't something totally sexy about seeing cum leaking out of a mouth as it's being filled, even my own." We took a slow breather to have a drink in the kitchen, and then the bathroom where she gave me a new toothbrush and a dab of some Aquamint. It felt wonderful to rinse my mouth and lose the awful aftertaste.

Janet gave me a tongue-rich kiss and then led me into another room in the house and closed the doors behind us. In a wise-ass fashion I said, "Not locking the door?"

She answered, "Maybe I should. Normally he would be fucking her like an animal, but being that you took away his bullet and he takes a while to reload, he could come wandering." She looked so sexy naked, as I took a moment to appreciate her lanky, pale body and disproportionately large tits for a body on the thin side.

As I stared at her, I asked, "So tell me, how often have you done this?"

"Fuck guys in the cheat room?"

"No... well maybe yes, but you have this sex party down to an art. What's the story?"

She looked a little sad, but then forced a smile to say, "It started a couple years ago, barely after we started dating. A friend of his invited us to join some of his work buddies for 'happy hour' at their apartment. It ended up that 'happy hour' was code for this bizarre orgy. I was barely nineteen and had fucked him just a few times, and wasn't far removed from having lost my virginity. Getting gang banged was beyond what I was ready for. I was rather put off by it at the time, but it seemed to inspire him. He's competitive, and wanted to see if we could host a better version. It didn't take long before we realized the thrill for us was fucking first timers. It gets me off."

"Like Anna and I?"

"Like you and Anna. Only you two are considerably hotter than anyone we've done. Although I think your hot little fiancé has been with women before. so I'm not sure she's the first timer you claimed she was. But I doubt she's fucked another man two doors away from you before. Although you messed that plan up. I'm sure he's frustrated as can be not being able to fuck your hottie. Smart play on your part."

"You're okay that he fucks other women?"

"Now I am. I get to ravage them first, and then he fucks my leftovers. And I get to decide what to do with the guy. I usually don't fuck them."

"Why not?"

"Because it loses its thrill after I've climaxed with a woman. I get off with a woman more than a man at these things."

"So you're not planning to fuck me?"

"Oh no, this is different. I got to choose the couple this time, and he's completely aware that I want to fuck you. It was hard to not do it in your office last week."

I stood there as she stepped into me, seeing what feelings we'd drum up. The allure was fading fast, although having her body pressed into mine was stirring something down there. She sensed it, as she had a knack for doing, and asked, "You into this right now?"

"I'm in to being with you... learning about you... getting to know you. You're so sexy and I have been so turned on by you all night. My cock is going to hate me for this, but I want to just lie down with you, naked, and feel your body against mine. If we fuck tonight on this bed, tomorrow in your bed, next week in my office, or whenever and wherever it happens, it will be amazing. But I don't want to force it to happen tonight unless the mood hits us both."

With that we laid down on the bed and nestled into one another. We fell asleep shortly after that, only to be awoken about a half hour later when Anna crawled on top of the covers to spoon me from behind. It felt nice. She whispered in an attempt to not wake Janet up, "It looks like you two either fucked so hard you passed out or you just decided to sleep." She moved her hand around and said, "I don't feel anything dried or sticky." She then put her hand just below Janet's hair patch and asked, "You two didn't fuck, why not?"

Janet said, "Because it didn't feel right. Tonight was stimulus overload, even for me. Did you fuck Jim?"

Anna said, "We tried, but he was too spent. I tried to get him aroused, but nothing worked. He started snoring, and I realized I'd rather be in this fuck room than that one, so I came to say hello to the two people I actually want to fuck. I'm kind of liking this soft moment though. I think I'm winding down from my orgy high. Maybe the three of us can fuck in while, or does it have to be in a certain window of time? By the way, you all having all these rules was not what I expected."

Janet took a moment before responding. "I think our moment for tonight has passed, but a threesome rain check sounds divine. That actually breaks one of the rules, but we can find a work-around."

I said, "Whatever happens, I'm so glad we did this tonight. It went way different than I thought it would go."

Anna chimed in, "You can say that again. I'm so glad we joined you, but I was so close to not joining in. It took a dose of crazy and an ounce of courage. I'm just afraid of what this unlocked. I'm going to want to go down on you again and again."

Janet lifted up slightly to make eye contact with Anna, "You can." Janet didn't understand what Anna was truly saying, and in that moment I realized why I wanted to spend a lifetime with Anna. I rolled over and started kissing Anna tenderly. Janet made a fleeting attempt to stir something in me with a reach around, but I had no desire for anyone but Anna at that moment. We slowly, and awkwardly got up and made our way to the pool area to snatch up our clothes.

We drove home laughing at what we did. Anna never once asked if it was a set up, but I'm guessing she knew it was. She needed this night... as did I. We ended up not hooking up with Janet, although we twice made plans to do so. The itch we created as a result of this night ended up being harder to scratch than we thought. But that's another story... literally.