6 comments/ 89293 views/ 8 favorites Beth's Seduction into Porn Ch. 01 By: silverwhisper It was going to be another sleepless night, she could tell. The rhythmic bumping against the bedroom wall was just the overture for the arias Robin would be performing not much later. The thing that she hated about living alone was just how lonely it was. She couldn't get a pet: her apartment didn't allow any pets except cats and fish. Fish sucked as pets––it's not like they welcomed you when you got home or anything––and her allergy to cats ruled them out. It was just what Beth needed. It wasn't enough that she was already exhausted from overtime at her boring-as-hell data entry job, or that the blind date her friend Violet set up with Joe couldn't end fast enough. No, now she had to listen to the neighbors having their usual noisy sex. Sighing, she flopped over in irritation. It wouldn't be so bad if the walls in the building weren't so thin, but they were. It wasn't like she could even be mad at the Nortons; they were always really nice, which almost made it worse. Robin was really pretty and always so thoughtful: when Beth first moved in six months ago, Robin was the first to come over and welcome her to the building with an invitation to dinner. And Steve, when he was there, was genuinely sweet, not at all what she expected when Robin mentioned that he worked in advertising. Steve was warm and genuine and quite sexy—Beth always had a weakness for chin clefts, but tried not to think about that or his smile. Together, they seemed like a happy couple. Or at least, they would, if not for some of the things they talked about during sex. Beth knew that some people liked to fantasize during sex. Andy used to like to and that was exciting—at least, until she found out that he was living out those fantasies on the side, the two-timing bastard. But the kinds of fantasies they talked about...they always talked about some really degrading things: threesomes, orgies, always with Robin being with others while Steve watched. It was weird that he was the one telling the stories as often as not. Beth put in her earplugs, pulled her pillow over her head and hoped that would be enough for tonight. Steve collapsed on Robin, spent. She gently rolled them over and nestled up against his chest. "Do you think she's asleep yet?" "Hm? Dunno....yeah, I think so. I think I can hear her gentle snoring now. I never thought I'd say this, but her snore is cute." Robin smiled absently, still a bit euphoric. "She's such a cutie, that Beth..." Steve looked at her quizzically. "'Cute'? Is that the word you're using today?" Giggling, Robin flicked his ear. "Cute, pretty, sexy, whatever..." Sighing contentedly, he just nodded in agreement. "That's all you've got to say? When you first saw her, I thought your eyes were gonna pop out of your head when you were looking at her butt!" "Well, sure, she does have a great ass. Great curves..." "And what would you like to do to her ass?" Steve grinned deviously. "Here, let me show you..." "Haven't you had enough tonight?" "Hey, I'll be the judge of when I've had enough, thank you...although yeah, I was just kidding." "So, think that she'd be interested?" "Well, there's only one way to find out." The Nortons chuckled together. After a few minutes of deliberation they curled up together and fell asleep themselves, ready to begin their seduction of Beth. Beth's hand shot out from under the covers to hit the snooze button. After a few attempts, she finally hit it and tried to ignore the knowledge that it was going to sound again in five minutes. She stumbled out of bed after repeating the process a few more times. In the shower, sleep-deprivation forced her to forego her usual morning start with the removable shower head. Fatigue always killed her libido. Getting through the day was rough, and the fact that she was already having the day from hell didn't help when Violet called to ask how it went with Joe. Violet practically accused her of falling asleep during dinner, so Beth shot back that he couldn't stop talking about himself. They wound up yelling at each other. Beth always thought Violet was interested in Joe herself and her reaction to Beth's version of the story just confirmed it. It was a stupid fight but Beth wasn't in the mood to be reasonable. The end of week status meeting was ridiculous as well. Of course they were behind schedule––as always, management was too cheap to hire enough people to do the project right and the records per hour rate they were asking practically guaranteed an increase in errors. She was just starting to daydream when her mobile phone started humming. The boss flashed a dirty look, offended that someone could have made an honest mistake like forgetting to turn off a phone before walking into what was supposed to be a ten-minute meeting. So it was a relief when the meeting was over and she could see who called. It was Robin. Beth didn't really have the time to talk but figured she could use a sanity break so stepped outside to return the call. For the dozenth time this month went back on her promise to herself to quit smoking by promptly lighting up as soon as she was out the door. "Hi, Robin." "Beth, you sound upset. Are you all right?" Beth sighed. "Yeah, it's just been a tough day and I didn't sleep well last night." "I'm sorry to hear that. Do you want to talk about your day over dinner?" "Robin, you're a lifesaver! I really wasn't looking forward to cooking when I got home." "Great! Why don't you come by when you get home?""Thanks, Robin! I really appreciate the offer. Can I bring anything?" "Well, I'm making pasta with a tomato-based sauce so if you could pick up some Chianti or maybe Barbera that would be nice." "Sure thing. I drive past a good wine shop on the way home anyway." "If they're any good, you're going to have to tell me about the place. Well, I know you must be busy, so I won't keep you. See you tonight?" "Yeah, I should be there around 6 or 6:30." Fighting through the traffic on the way home was only slightly less painful than usual, maybe because Beth knew that someone else was cooking tonight. Two bottles of respectably priced Chianti rested in a bag on the passenger side floor. There was something about the shape of the bottles that reminded her strongly of cocks and a few times, she had to wrest control back from her subconscious as she found herself daydreaming about sex. That always happened when she didn't start her day right. By the time Beth arrived at the Norton's place clutching the bottles of wine, she couldn't stop thinking about the resemblance. It was a good thing that she was running a little later than she intended or she might have taken a few minutes for alone time to take the edge off. She didn't even take the time to change out of her work clothes. Her black skirt and pink blouse were a little dressy for dinner with the neighbors, but after the day she had, the wine was already calling her name pretty loud. Her frustration must have been why, when she knocked on the door, she knocked harder than she intended. The door opened to reveal a surprised-looking Robin, who must have gotten a haircut either today or yesterday in a pixie cut that really showed off her elegant bone structure. She was wearing a light green short-sleeved blouse with black capris and a cute pair of bright green sandals with white polka dots. The blouse accentuated her athletic form and the capris showed off her calves to good effect. "Beth! That was a lot louder than I expected!" Beth grinned sheepishly. "Yeah, sorry 'bout that: I was working off some frustration." "Well, come on in. Ah, two bottles? Thanks! If you could set them down on the table, that would be great. I'll get some glasses." Beth walked into the apartment and headed towards the kitchen table. On the way, she noticed that in the corner of the main room was a new computer with a flat-panel monitor resting on an immaculate desk. She resolved to ask Robin and Steve about that: she could use a new one but wasn't very knowledgeable about the things. Setting the wine down on the table, she noticed that the table was set only for two. "Robin, is Steve going to be joining us?" "I got a call a little while ago that he was tied up with work and wouldn't be able to get out for at least another two hours, so he said he would get something in the office while finishing up instead of making us wait for him." Beth found the corkscrew and began opening the wine. "So it's just us girls for dinner, huh?" "Looks like," Robin answered as she approached the table, wine glasses in hand. "Sounds like fun," observed Beth as she accepted the glasses and poured the wine. Robin looked at her neighbor. She knew Beth had a bad day so despite the younger woman's show of cheerfulness, Robin could sense an undercurrent of tension. She also couldn't help admiring the way Beth's skirt showed off her long legs and forced herself to look away just before Beth turned around with the wine. Robin saluted Beth with her glass and said, "To the weekend." Beth clinked her glass against Robin's and took a long, soulful drink. "So I saw your computer in the corner and wanted to ask you about it. I like the flat-panel. Those are pretty expensive, aren't they?" Robin rolled her eyes. "You'll have to ask Steve. I don't really know much about computers, but he insisted that he had to get it a few months ago, and you know what they say about boys with their toys...Why don't we move over to the couch?" Beth laughed as she moved in that direction. "Honestly, what is that about?" The older woman just shrugged and smiled as she sat down. "They have their toys, we have ours. I guess it all evens out." "I guess so. I asked because I was thinking about getting a new one myself." "If I know my husband, he'll be thrilled to help." As Beth looked at the computer, she noticed a camcorder hooked up to it. "Is that a digital camcorder?" "Yup. Sometimes, Steve tests out new equipment to recommend stuff to his boss. This one is pretty new, too." "Wow, what do you use it for," Beth asked as she took another drink. "Adult home videos." Beth nearly spat out her wine. "What?" "Well, you did ask. Steve and I have a rule: you can ask us any question but be sure you want to know the answer." "Um...wow." Beth finished her glass and Robin, ever the attentive host, got up to fetch the bottle from the kitchen table. "So...you guys record it when you, uh, do it?" "Yes we do. It's actually a lot of fun. I guess you've never done it, huh?" "God, no! Hell, none of my boyfriends could even talk me into letting them take nude pictures of me!" "Really? That's a shame, you know: I think you're very pretty. I guess I don't understand how it would be so difficult for you, looking like you do." Beth laughed. "Are you serious? I'm overweight, grouchy and not particularly photogenic." "Beth, listen to me when I tell you that you're none of those things, especially the photogenic bit. You're actually quite photogenic: good bones work well for the camera. You also have good coloration, which helps more than you might think. And you're so warm by nature that it would translate to film really well, I think." "Easy for you to say, Robin: you've done it. And besides, you're stunning: I mean, look at you. Petite, high cheekbones, perfect eyebrows, full lips, confident...you must turn a lot of heads." "Look, I'm not going to play this game with you, Beth. The fact is that while you may not think much of the way you look, I do. Hell, Steve thinks you're gorgeous, too. He sees a lot of pretty women in his line of work, but he doesn't talk about any of them the way he talks about you." Beth almost dropped her glass. "Pardon?" "Please, you didn't know that he's got a little crush on you?" "Robin, I had no idea! I'm sorry, I didn't—I never said—" "Relax, Beth: it's fine; truth be told, so do I." Robin got up to open the other bottle. "Look. Steve and I are very open about the way we feel. Honesty is good for us and our relationship. He can get his appetite anywhere he wants, but he's always coming home to eat, you know?" "I guess that makes sense...but wait, you guys talk about me, then?" Robin grinned as she re-filled the glasses. "Remember what I said about being sure you want to know the answer before you ask me something?" Beth paused. The wine was starting to go to her head a bit as her sense of propriety warred with her curiosity. In most battles, there is a clear victor and a clear loser, and so it was here. "So...do you?" "Do we what, dear?" "Do you guys talk about me? In, you know...a sexual way?" "Yes we do." "Jeez, Robin! I don't want you guys thinking about me like that!" "Why not? Really, what harm is there?" "Because I'm not comfortable with it!" "Are you sure? Tell me, do you think it's warm enough in here?" "Huh?" "It's a simple question: do you think it's warm enough in here?" "Well, maybe a little too warm, but I think that's the wine...Wait: why?" "Look down." As Beth looked down, she realized what Robin meant: her nipples were practically poking through her bra. With her free hand she quickly covered them as her face burned. Mortified, Beth couldn't speak as Robin continued smoothly, "You see, you say you aren't comfortable with it, but I've seen you check out Steve. One night, I'm fairly certain that I heard you call out his name, in fact. So whether or not you're "comfortable" with it, some part of you is interested." Hoarsely, Beth whispered, "Interested in what?" "I think that you know the answer to that better than I do, Beth. It's OK, you know: my husband is a very good-looking and very sexy man. I know he is." "Look, Robin, you guys have been really nice and I appreciate it, but this is pretty weird. Thanks for the invitation, but I think I should be going." Beth got up. "Beth, there's no reason for you to feel awkward—" "—Robin, I can hear you guys at night, you know. I know the kinds of things you talk about." "Yes, we know. But did you ever bang on the wall, to let us know to keep it down? No. Did you ever mention in any of our conversations that you're able to hear into our apartment? No. You might as well admit it Beth: you're fascinated." "Well, so what if I am? That doesn't make any of this right." "Beth, I know the truth. You have a crush on my husband. I don't understand what the big deal is. I know it, he knows it and you know it. We all know. So where's the harm, exactly"?" "Fine, OK, so I do have a crush on your husband, all right? Is that what you wanted to hear? I sometimes dream about your husband and that one million watt smile of his." Smiling, Robin looked at her. "See, was that so difficult?" "Well, no...I guess not." "And did anything change in our friendship?" Giggling a little, Beth admitted, "I guess if we're both all right with it, I suppose it didn't." As Robin re-filled their glasses, she smiled. "What did I tell you?" Beth lifted hers. "Well, I guess we should drink to honesty, huh?" "To honesty, then." Beth reflected. It wasn't such a big deal, to admit that she dreamt about Steve. Besides, if he had a little crush of his own, then they were all kinda even, right? Robin's revelation that she also had a bit of a crush on her was a bit weird. "Hey, Beth, I need to see to dinner. Why don't you put the TV on, see if anything interests you?" I won't be more than another ten minutes: I just put the pasta in the water." "Can I help you with anything?" "Not really, but thanks for offering." "Are you sure?" Robin laughed. "Yes, I'm sure, but you're sweet to offer." "All right, if you say so." Beth found the remote easily enough. They used the same universal remote that Violet used, so working through the options was easy enough. Out of curiosity, she saw there was a disc in the DVD player, so changed to see what was in. She instantly felt very awkward. Right there, in the center of the screen, was Robin, naked. She was riding a man, presumably Steve, and the look of wanton joy on her face as she grinned directly into the camera was spellbinding. Dumbfounded, Beth unpaused the disc and watched the action. The volume was already muted, but there was no need to fill the silence as the woman in the video was obviously quickly approaching a climax, judging from her gradually more exaggerated motions. Then, with what must have been one of Robin's aria-like screams, she collapsed forward. That segment faded to black as a new segment began. The focus changed to the side of the bed. A man's hand was gently pushing Robin's head down to a very swollen cock. Just before contact, she looked right into the camera and winked. Then, licking her lips, she took him in her mouth. "I see you've found one of our videos," Robin observed cheerfully. "Robin! Hi...I, uh—I was..." "I think this is one of my better ones," she continued. "I'm not crazy about the light, though..." "Uh, yeah...I'm sorry, I didn't think—" "—that it was going to be one of our special videos? Of course you didn't—how would you have known? Don't worry, Beth: I'm much too open about myself to be embarrassed by sex of all things. Here, I think your glass needs refreshing." As Robin leaned over to fill her glass, the angle was such that Beth found herself staring directly at the woman's breasts. They looked better in reality than on the video, she reflected. Robin turned to put the wine back on the table and Beth noticed the graceful turn of her calves before realizing with a start that she was checking Robin out. Embarrassed, she looked away, only to look directly at the TV, where something slightly confusing was taking place. In this portion, the camera was once again at the side of the bed and Steve was behind her, but something didn't look right about the angle. He was higher–– "Hey, Beth, are you hungry? Dinner's ready." "So you're awfully quiet, Beth. Is everything all right?" "Hm? No, everything's fine, Robin: I'm sorry, I'm a little...well, weirded out by what I've seen and heard. I mean, the conversation about crushes, the pictures on the camcorder—" Robin smiled. "They aren't the most flattering really, are they? Ah, well, that's what airbrushing is for." "No, no, no...I mean...aren't you afraid that someone might get the files on your computer?" Robin tossed her head back with a cheery laugh. "Ah, Beth...No, I'm not afraid. Steve keeps everything on a separate hard drive that we never leave hooked up unless he's actually working on one of the movies. Besides, other people already have gotten some of the files," she concluded archly. Uncertain and unwilling to understand precisely, Beth stammered, "What do you—you can't mean that you—do you guys actually sell these?" The older woman nodded. "We certainly do. Actually, it isn't bad money." "You aren't serious!" "I'm perfectly serious. There's a huge market for 'amateur' films: it's the fastest growing segment of the adult video market, has been for years now." "But aren't you afraid that someone will see you, know who you are?" "Not really. Steve always makes some adjustments to make it hard to identify us." "It looked like you in the video on the DVD player." "Steve hasn't gotten to that one yet. We just shot that one last night." Before she could stop herself, Beth responded, "So that's what I heard, huh?" Robin smiled. "Sorry about that. We can get a little vocal sometimes and it's easy to forget—" "Well, I suppose that's fair: if there's any time you should be in the moment, I suppose it's sex." Robin picked up her glass. "Why don't we head back to the living room? I don't feel like dealing with this," gesturing at the table, "just now." Beth's Seduction into Porn Ch. 01 Beth protested, "Why don't I do that? It's the least I can do, after you've gone to the trouble of cooking the meal." "That's sweet, Beth, thanks! Maybe I'll take you up on your offer after all. You don't mind?" "Robin, I'm not eating alone on a Friday night. Think of this as my way of saying thanks, OK?" "Well, if you're offering, I guess I'd be a fool to say no. Besides, I hate doing dishes," she added with a smile. Beth began rinsing the dishes and filing the dishwasher as Robin put away the leftovers and added to the pile. Then Robin disappeared, leaving Beth to finish the work. As she filled the dishwasher, Beth couldn't help thinking about the look on Robin's face in the video. There was something so free about that look, so...alive. Beth tried hard to ignore the warm, soapy water and the association with her morning ritual. Between that, the wine and the video, it was definitely becoming somewhat warm. On finishing, Beth returned to the living room, where Robin promptly refreshed her wine glass. "Thanks, Beth. I'm deeply indebted to anyone who saves me from having to do dishes!" Robin sighed as she unloaded the dishwasher. It was good to see Beth relax and able to be more honest with herself. She knew being patient and letting Beth come to her to set the pace for this seduction was, in the long-term, the most reliable way. But patience was never Robin's strength. Through the course of the evening, Robin had to be very careful about how she was looking at Beth, but couldn't help herself imagining those lips wrapped around her nipple, or those great big blue eyes disappearing between her legs. Robin finished unloading the clean dishes in record time and practically ran for the shower. Barely taking the time to strip off her blouse and capris, she turned the taps on full blast and without even drawing the shower curtain, removed the shower massager. "Just to get the weekend started off right," she muttered as she pushed it down to her lower lips with one hand as she reached for a vibe with the other. "Well, what's this?" Robin froze and turned slowly to look, then relaxed. "You're home earlier than I expected." Steve smiled. "What, you couldn't wait for me to help you?" He already undid his tie and was unbuttoning his shirt. "Well, I figured I was just getting things started..." He threw his shirt and tie to the floor and began on his pants. "I think I like your idea of a good way to start things." He stepped out of his slacks and stepped closer. Robin reached forward and pulled his undershirt over his head. "Yeah? Wanna see what other tricks I might do?" Steve stepped out of his socks as he pulled his briefs down, then stepped into the shower. "Now, show me what you were doing when I walked in." Robin grabbed the vibe and brandished it. "What, you mean how I was gonna shove this vibe all the way in me while I hold the showerhead over my clit?" Swallowing hard, he muttered, "Yeah, something like that..." She grinned. "See, that's trick #1: making you gulp." He pushed her down to her knees and presented his trimmed cock to his wife. "Keep talking like that and I'll make you pay for it." Robin winked. "You say that like I wouldn't enjoy this otherwise..." and wrapped her lips around his length. As she began making love to his member, Steve leaned back against the shower wall and moaned. "God, but I love the way you do that." His eyelids fluttered as his eyes rolled back. Once Robin began really going to work using the roof of her mouth, she could feel Steve stiffen. He wasn't good for more than one after a long day at the office, so she stopped. Steve's eyes snapped open. "Hey," he protested, but his objection died on his lips as Robin turned on her hands and knees. "What, you'd rather I give you a blowjob than you stick that thing where it belongs," she demanded, cocking an eyebrow at him. Without a word, Steve dropped to his knees behind her and drove all the way inside her easily. Grabbing her hips for leverage, he proceeded to ravage her. "Reach down...and stroke yourself...for me," he gasped. Robin grabbed the showerhead and pushed it between her legs. "How's that?" Steve groaned. The only answer he gave was to begin thrusting even harder now. "So...did I miss...anything inter—esting," he gasped. Robin laughed between Steve's furious strokes. "Well, she's definitely—mm—interested." "Damn—was hoping...I might walk in on you two—" She laughed again. "I wish you'd...do some thinking...with the other head..." It was Steve's turn to laugh. "Well, can't...blame a guy...for trying." Robin began moaning now. "Mm...I'm imagining...burying my face...in her...as you fuck me." Steve bellowed as he jerked deep inside her but didn't stop. He tried talking for a moment, but the fury of his orgasm precluded any conversation. "Oo, you—God I love that!—liked the idea. Of me going down on Beth, didn't you?" He continued a bit more slowly now as his breathing began to slow. "God, yes! Wanna see your ass...jiggle as she—mm!—spreads her legs and...hear her. Hear her scream your name." Chuckling softly, Robin began pushing back against him. "Mm...I'm impressed, you definitely need more. What do you want next?" By way of answer, Steve pulled out of her and pushed the tip of his head against her other entrance. He slowly eased himself inside as she gingerly pushed back to take it. "Ah, of course," she cooed. "Silly me. You really—oo!—love taking my ass, don't you?" Grunting now, Steve merely nodded. "Hold the massager to your clit, babe." As she did, Robin sighed happily. Becoming accustomed to taking her husband there took some time. She wondered what Beth would say if she knew Robin spent most of the day with a butt plug firmly inside, in preparation for the reaming Steve wanted to give her. Giggling a little to herself, she sighed again and lost herself in the feeling of being filled by her husband. Although she was more than filled with her husband, she couldn't fully purge her mind of the thoughts she entertained of her pretty young neighbor. "Mm...harder, baby," she moaned. "Show me the way you wanna take Beth's ass." Grabbing onto her hips again, he began going faster. "Like that? You wanna know how bad I want Beth's ass," he demanded. "I want her to drown—screaming into your pussy...while I fill hers." The mental image and Steve's more powerful strokes combined with the wonderful feeling of the shower head on her clit as she began to approach that happy waterfall in her mind, where colors and senses were one. "O, baby," she groaned. "O yes, please tell me how much you want Beth—what else you wanna do to her!" A bit surprised, Steve redoubled his efforts. "I want her on her hands and knees...sucking me, fucking herself with a dildo..." "Oo, that sounds good—God but I love your cock!" "Mm...wanna see you use a strap-on and ride her—I want to watch you sixty-nine...get into first one of you, then the other...feel your tongues..." As he said it, it was Robin's turn to scream. Steve continued his assault on his wife's rear without letting up, feeling her spasms gradually subside around him until a few minutes later, he finally howled in ecstasy, filling her. They collapsed together on the floor of the bathtub and curled up together instinctively. A bit disoriented, Robin turned to her husband. "So...how was your day, dear?" Beth lay in her bed awake, feeling the full effects of the wine. She couldn't stop thinking about Steve and Robin or what she could make out faintly through the vent of their fantasizing. She'd never so much as let a boyfriend stick a finger in her butt, but hearing her neighbors talk about it that way made her very curious. The idea was so weird, to take a man or a toy there. Sure, they made toys for that, but to do something so...dirty...was kind of nasty. But then again, so was taping yourself having sex and selling it. And maybe it was the wine, but the idea... It was warm in the bedroom, too warm. Beth flung off the blanket and sheet and could feel the warmth of her curiosity spreading throughout her body. Absently, she began pinching and tugging at a nipple with one hand as the other traced a sensuous trail across her tummy and down to the soft down between her legs. She was not entirely surprised by the warmth and wetness she found there. She reached into her bedside table and after rooting around a bit, discovered a slender dildo that Jack bought her a few years ago. Ah, Jack: such a gentle lover. Sometimes, when she was lonely, she fantasized about him and his talented hands. A real dickhead towards the end, but she still missed those hands sometimes... Beth seized it and teased herself with the tip as her other hand continued its gentle ministrations, until finally her passion refused to be denied any longer and she pushed the toy it in all the way. The coolness drew forth a gasp as it found home. Normally, she would have liked to tease herself longer, but now she was a woman on a mission. Satisfied that it was wet enough now, she withdrew it and reaching down now with one hand, held herself open as she gingerly put the tip at the focus of Robin and Steve's fantasy, but as she did, she stopped. She knew she wanted it but what would it mean if she did it and liked it? What if she didn't? Did it make her...dirty? Beth gritted her teeth as her curiosity and the wine finally won out and resolved to figure it out afterwards. She pushed the tip in slowly. As she had heard, it wasn't entirely comfortable so decided to wait until her body could adjust to it. The smooth plastic was making it easier, she reflected, but there was still a little pain. Nothing she couldn't handle, though. Still holding herself open, she thought about what this must look like to someone else: splayed out on her bed, her knees spread wantonly and her hips elevated to give the dildo better access. Then she remembered the clip of Robin's special video, of how Steve looked like he was at the wrong angle in one scene. Of course! He was fucking her ass! Well, she was certain that if Robin could do it, she could, too. Slowly, she began easing in more of the fake cock until it was maybe three or four inches deep and paused, letting herself adjust to it again. The pain wasn't as intense as she feared and was beginning to fade while a strange feeling of fullness began to take hold. Curious to explore that sensation, she pushed the toy and was surprised at how easily it slipped inside. She was also surprised at the fact that she was enjoying it—a lot. Repositioning herself slightly to elevate her hips more, she began using slow, gentle strokes, but whether it was as a nod to Jack's style or her fear of hurting herself, she didn't know and didn't care. In the meantime, her left hand began gently tracing her lower lips in a lazy, mazy motion. Encountering almost no pain, Beth breathed a sigh of relief and began working herself harder as her other hand gave her clit some much-needed stimulation. The combination was breathtaking in its power and ferocity and her first orgasm, a glorious explosion of color in her mind, was upon her before she knew it, almost rendering her unconscious. She lay in her bed alone, panting for long minutes, but her heart was still pounding even after her breathing returned to normal. Although her body was at rest, her mind raced. Now that Beth was accustomed to the size of it, she wanted to try something bigger there. Would the feeling of being full be stronger this way? If it felt that good to use the dildo on her ass, how would it feel to do that with a vibe in the front? Did she want to use the other, larger dildo on her ass or maybe the vibe? After a bit of agonizing, she pulled the dildo out and descended on her bedside table. She found her two vibrators there and taking the larger one, set it aside. The smaller one possessed a weight that she didn't remember. She laughed at the fact that it was an anatomically correct model in light of what she overheard of Steve and Robin. First wetting it as she had the dildo, she adopted the same eager but vulnerable position as before and gently set the tip to her no-longer virginal rear. The head of the fake cock entered her more easily than the dildo, just as she thought it would. As she gingerly applied more pressure, she could feel herself stiffening against it a bit. Beth struggled to relax before she pushed it much further. After a while, she could feel the resistance ebb, and soon her ass was fully impaled on the vibrator. The sense of being filled was indeed more powerful this time. Afraid to turn it on just yet, she turned her attention to the other toy. With this one at least she wouldn't have to go slowly, she grinned to herself as she it slipped it home and enjoyed the sensation of the two fake cocks separated by a thin membrane of skin. What would it feel like when they were both on, she wondered as she turned it to its lowest setting. The familiar and heady feeling of the vibe made her gasp, as always. Beth knew that because of the orgasm not long ago, it wouldn't take long this time. The toy buzzed slightly against the other one. With a trembling hand, she cautiously reached towards the smaller vibe and turned it to its lowest setting as well. Immediately, Beth knew she was in trouble. It was beautiful. Having them both at the same time multiplied the fullness, and the vibrations were driving her crazy. With one hand free, she furiously began stroking her clit as the two vibrators worked their magic. Without realizing it, she arched her legs to use the bed to hold the smaller vibe in place while she began thinking again about the clip she saw of Robin and Steve's home movie. In it, Robin was vocal—very vocal. Well, if Robin could do it... Beth began thinking about what she could see of Steve in all his glory. He was an impressive specimen, although his manhood was thankfully not particularly threatening in its size. In light of the night's revelations, Beth finally allowed herself to think about what it might be like to have her neighbor as a lover. In part fed by what she saw, she imagined making love to his cock with her mouth. In her mind's eye, a blurry succession of images on a TV screen played, but now featuring her, not Robin: first happily bouncing up and down on Steve's lovely organ, next a close-up of Beth winking into the camera before taking him in her mouth, now a side view as she took his full length in her ass. Beth began moaning. "God that feels good, Steve—grab my hips! Fuck my ass good and hard! Do me like you do Robin!" It hadn't been more than thirty seconds since both the vibes were turned on but even so, this time Beth was aware of another huge orgasm charging towards her, fueled now by her cries, which were becoming gradually louder.. "Make me take your cock, Steve! I love it in the ass! Harder!" Beth screamed in ecstasy as the furious dual assault finally drove her over the edge. If her first orgasm was a riot of color, then this one was a magnum opus of sound, with bass that pounded exultantly with each contraction and treble that stretched to the heavens. Beth quickly reached down to turn them off and lay on the bed as aftershocks left her trembling for long minutes. She just fantasized about being with a married man, a neighbor, and the husband of a friend doing things to her that nobody had ever done before. What was wrong with her? What did they do to her? What did she do to herself? Beth's Seduction into Porn Ch. 02 What was she been thinking, screaming her desire for Steve when she knew how thin the walls were? What must the Nortons think? Beth avoided both Robin and Steve the rest of the weekend and begged out of meeting Violet Sunday for lunch. The idea was to straighten things out with Vi, that whole thing about Joe, but Beth was having trouble thinking about it. She was having trouble thinking about much beyond the events of Friday night. Beth always thought of herself as open-minded, but all day Saturday and Sunday, her thoughts were consumed by the wrongness of the things Robin said, that she said and did, and the things she discovered about herself. Beth experimented in college—with her friend's sister, Megan—and it was a lot of fun. Shame it had to end the way it did... There was no denying that Robin was attractive. The older woman's obvious interest was intriguing, like her awareness that her own attraction to Steve was reciprocated. And Robin and Steve were a sexy couple. But Robin and Steve were also a married couple. That meant something, didn't it? So what did it mean that she was interested? The week passed in a blur. Data entry was a mindless, repetitive job, but Beth threw herself into it with a passion, forcing her eyes to focus on records and database fields instead of the sexy images her mind kept conjuring. For the most part, it worked. She volunteered for even more overtime. If she kept this up for another week, she would double her paycheck. Beth considered curtailing her morning ritual for the week. After all, the temptation to think about Steve would be less that way, she figured. That plan worked OK Monday, but died a quick death Tuesday morning. That morning, while in bed, she had a vision of such power, such intensity that she was halfway to orgasm when she found both hands between her legs. Was it a dream? A fantasy? She didn't know and didn't care. She was on a small stage, the floor painted the usual matte black. Empty, cheap-looking seats stretched before her. It couldn't have seated more than 200 people, tops. Together, the lingering sweat of stage productions come and gone combined with the sawdust and cigarette smoke to produce the unmistakable smell of a theatre. Looking down, Beth saw that she was wearing a black crepe Donna Karan evening dress and holding a leather mask. The hem of the dress was jagged; below it, a graceful pair of Nine West suede pumps. The pair of peacock feathers was a brilliant splash of color against the bone white of the mask while rhinestones formed a fanciful filigree flowing from the same spot the feathers did. "Beth." She turned to see a formally-attired man. His black jacket was the traditional peak collar; his tie, white. His face was obscured by an ornate mask. Similar to the familiar comedy/tragedy faces, the face of his mask was split in two, comedy on the left in white and tragedy to the right in black. But despite its familiarity, there was still something strange and threatening about it. Dark, slicked-back hair could be seen behind the mask and just beneath its edge she could see his lips pursed in a predatory smile as a shudder gripped her. As he stepped closer with measured, confident steps, she could make out the scent of his cologne—musky and slightly spicy, it was indisputably masculine. The sound of his footfalls rang through the empty theatre as he approached, its emptiness giving them an added weight. He seized her roughly and, pulling her quickly into an embrace, kissed her with a savage passion. The ferocity of this welcome assault was itself intensely erotic and was made more so by the contrast between his behavior and his elegant attire. He positioned himself carefully as they embraced so he could lean her back in a slow dip with ease. From this position, as he continued covering her in kisses, his free hand pulled up the hem of her dress. She could first feel, then hear, his appreciative growl as his hand continued up past her knees, coming finally to her soft, trimmed down. With a flick of his wrist, he flipped the edge of the dress up past her thighs. Beth gasped as his mouth made its way down her cheek. He lightly ran the edge of his teeth along her neck. "Open your eyes and look at your audience," he purred softly in a rich, oddly familiar baritone. She did and was shocked to see people in the seats, where mere moments before, they were empty. It took several seconds to realize that she was exposed. She was about to pull her dress down when he nuzzled up to her ear again. He pulled her hands away and thrust two fingers in her. He growled, "Don't do that. Don't you want them to look?" As he said this, he slowly allowed the edge of one finger to brush against the center of her passion. "Can't you see just how exciting you're finding this? Can't you feel it?" Beth's long, jagged moan escaped before she knew it. "No, I can't..." Her hands stretched down to fix her dress. He added a third finger now and bringing them together began a torturous, exquisite exploration of her exposed lower mouth, cutting short any further protest as her arms fell weakly to her sides. "You like what I'm doing, don't you?" Beth could only nod weakly as his hand destroyed her ability to think. With each agonizingly leisurely stroke, she gasped and moaned as he delved just slightly deeper than the time before. "Tell me." "Mm...I love what you're doing to me." He chuckled cruelly. "Of course you do. Do you care that there's someone watching you?" "Uh—well..." Suddenly, his hand thrust all the way in, forcing her to gasp. "No! I don't care who's watching me!" Picking up the pace, he began to ravage her with his hand properly now. "Good. Now, give them a better view." She went rigid. "O god no, please please please don't make me do this." He chuckled as he started going faster. "Make you? You want to do this." With a groan, she silently spread her legs wide. As he kept going faster, Beth became aware of the wet, slurping sounds of his hand as it became almost deafening. She could feel the crescendo building quickly—the knowledge that people were watching this, staring at her most intimate part being ravished was thrilling, intoxicating. Everything quickly spun out of focus when he suddenly stopped. Beth gasped in surprise. "No! Don't stop!" "Are you sure you want these two hundred some-odd people to watch and hear your orgasm?" "God, I don't care, just please don't stop!" "Tell me you want it." A strangled cry erupted from her. "Yes, please make me cum in front of the audience! I want them to see and hear me cumming from you finger-fucking my pussy! Please, I need your hand in me again, I'll do anything!" He looked at Beth with a strange and frightening intensity. He growled, "Yes you will." With that, he thrust his hand inside her again. Her orgasm was upon her before she even knew it, a tsunami sweeping away her thoughts, her feeling, and perhaps one or two scruples. As Beth became aware of the musk of her own arousal drowning out the theatre smell, her lover gently lowered her to the stage and walked away. "Until later," he purred. He flashed that predatory smile again and walked off-stage. No, the plan didn't last very long at all. For the next two days, from the time she got home until she fell asleep, her thoughts were completely consumed by her new fantasy and renewed guilt. Adding to the confusion was the fact that the Nortons were quiet this week. The silence was unwelcome, but not as unwelcome as her reaction to it. Did she upset them? Did they change their minds? Did they hate her? Violet called Thursday and sensed something was wrong, but Beth didn't want to talk about it—how could she explain it to her? How could she start? She couldn't even explain it to herself! So it was a surprise when during lunch on Friday, her phone rang as she was trying to figure out what to make for dinner. Looking at the caller ID, she saw it was Robin. She decided to let it go to voicemail. When she checked her messages a few minutes later, she was surprised by Robin's message. "Hi Beth, it's Robin. Steve and I would like you to join us for dinner tonight. We think we should talk. We'll cook if you bring the wine. I know you're screening your calls, but give me a buzz. I think you owe it to yourself to hear what we have to say." The next ten minutes were pure torture; there was no other word for it. Beth knew she needed to talk to someone about what happened last week. She couldn't tell Vi. None of her other friends would understand it. The Nortons were the only ones who would. Could she face them? No, that was impossible. But what did Robin mean when he said Beth owed it to herself? After going back and forth countless times, she finally called Robin back. Grateful that it went to the answering machine, Beth said cheerily, "Hi, it's Beth. Thanks for the invitation and I'll see you tonight!" As she listened to Beth leaving the message, Robin smiled to herself. Curiosity and isolation: were there two better weapons? Robin reflected idly on what to make for a side dish and took another a sip of her coffee. Beth pulled out of the liquor store parking lot, two bottles of Chianti resting on the floor of the passenger seat. There wasn't any return call from Robin, and Beth almost fooled herself into believing that she was too busy to try calling to confirm. She considered changing, but what was the point? If she was casual, it would send a nice, relaxed tone for dinner, right? The black jeans were OK and they looked good on her. The pin striped dress shirt with the French cuffs—OK, maybe that was a bit much, but what the hell. The oxblood mules would help keep it casual. So it was a real surprise when she knocked on the Nortons' door to find Steve in a suit. Then he flashed that incredible smile and Beth got a little weak in the knees. Damn but he looked good! His suit was gray with black pinstripes and under it were a white shirt, metallic tie and black slacks. It looked very Calvin Klein, as did his shoes. As always, some stray dark hairs covered his eyes slightly but that just made them all the more piercing. A little stubble was starting to come in on his cleft chin and while she normally thought stubble looked messy, with Steve it just made him sexy. Yummy, even. "Um...hi?" "Beth, hey, it's good to see you again! Come on in! Honey, Beth brought some Chianti." Robin called from the kitchen. "Hi, Beth! Steve, why don't you take the wine and pour us some? Beth was asking last week about the flat-panel, by the way, so maybe you could talk about that?" "That's right, you told me. Hey Beth, why don't you follow me towards the kitchen? I'll open up one of the bottles and in the meantime, we can talk computer stuff." To listen to them, they seemed like a perfectly normal, everyday couple. There was no hint that there was anything at all unusual about them. Perhaps that's what made them so odd. Beth followed Steve to the kitchen as he explained about the monitor. "It's a 19 inch monitor, which really gives you as much viewing area as a traditional 20 inch monitor because you don't lose anything at the edges of the screen. This particular model is rated very highly by a couple of magazines..." She was having some difficulty following because she couldn't look at him: the man in her dreams wore the same cologne: musky and slightly spicy. The memory of it brought her right back to that theatre and the shocking things she imagined doing. She caught herself absently stroking the spot on her neck where her dream lover ran his teeth. She knew that scent was a powerful trigger of memories— It was Steve. Smelling his cologne forced her to realize the truth: it was Steve in her dream: the same lips, same cologne, same cat-like manner... "Um, Beth?" She turned to look at Steve, who was looking at her worriedly. "You OK?" "Sorry, Steve. Must be work on the brain—I should say hi to Robin: I'll be right back, OK?" "Sure, we can talk about this later." He looked at her inquisitively but she ignored it. Beth willed herself to walk away from Steve and couldn't help but luxuriate in the weight of his gaze on her as she walked away from him and entered the kitchen. Robin was wearing a crimson blouse with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of long black shorts that looked like they might be microfiber. The blouse really accentuated her green eyes and her hair looked fantastic, as always: that pixie cut really suited her. Beth looked at it wistfully, wishing her hair could do that. Robin was just closing the door to the oven when Beth greeted her. "Hi!" Her hostess jumped almost a foot before she turned to look. "Beth! Jeez, you scared me out of my skin," she laughed. "Hey, that's a nice look for you," she added after a moment. "Thanks! I wasn't sure how this would look, exactly." "It looks great!" Robin gave her a big hug. "I'm glad you came." So it was pleasant niceties for now, Beth reflected. Given the reception she got from them, it seemed like they weren't angry or anything—a depressing thought, really, since that meant she spent the entire week flogging herself for nothing. So what were they going to say? "No way," Beth gasped. Steve continued, "No, really! She had no idea! So there she is, at the chalkboard for about ten seconds, before she turned and realized—" "—that my skirt wasn't exactly lying flat in the back—" supplied Robin. "—when she saw the reactions of the others in the class," he finished. "I would have been mortified!" Robin laughed as she poured more wine. "I was for a few moments, but realized that there was nothing I could do to change it, so why let it bother me? Besides, two of my classmates asked me out after." "Really?" "And you're looking at one," Steve added casually. "That's a hell of a way to meet your future wife!" "But hey, if that's what it takes..." Robin purred while giving Beth a knowing look. The couple chuckled and nuzzled for a bit as Beth looked on. They seemed so happy together. There was something so innocent about the way they were with one another. If it hadn't been genuine, it would have been revolting, Beth concluded as she took another sip of Chianti. "So, thanks for dinner, guys, it was delicious." "Well, cooking for two is hardly different from cooking for three," said Robin as she passed Steve the bread. Steve took a slice of Italian bread as he passed it on to Beth. "Besides, she practically does anyway: I do tend to eat a lot." "'A lot'? No, honey: a professional athlete eats 'a lot'. You, you're a whole team!" They both chuckled at that: it was obviously something they joked about often. The mood shifted slightly as a look passed between them and Robin took a sip of wine. She paused for a moment before beginning. "Beth, why were you avoiding us this week?" Caught slightly off-guard, Beth responded, "It's work, I've been putting in a lot of overtime—" Steve smiled gently and Beth fought not to lose herself in it. "Come on, Beth: that's an excuse, not a reason, isn't it? You agreed to come, so we couldn't have made you very uncomfortable or angry. So we're a little curious: what was it?" "No, no! Steve, it isn't anything like that! It's just that—it's that, well..." Robin turned to gaze at her as her eyes narrowed in thought. "You thought we would be upset for having heard you last weekend?" Beth hoped it was just the wine that made her cheeks feel so warm just now. "What are you talking about?" Robin smiled and flashed Steve a satisfied smirk. He grudgingly pulled out his wallet. "You win, honey." Beth stared at them. "Wait a second—you...knew? You guys fucking knew?!" Steve looked at her innocently. "Knew what, Beth?" "That...God, I've been feeling terrible all week!" Robin chimed in, "I told you that you owed it to yourself, didn't I?" "OK, so...there's really nothing to feel bad about?" They looked at one another, then at her. "Nope," they chirped in unison as they beamed at her. Beth took another drink of wine. All that anxiety and guilt...for nothing! But still, there was Steve's appearance in that dream that was haunting her all week. Beth took a deep breath. "You know, if you guys weren't so genuinely nice, that would be really, really disgusting." Both doubled over in laughter. As Steve howled, Robin managed to gasp, "Yeah...we get that a lot." It was such a relief to learn that things were going to be OK. Steve was laughing so hard that it proved infectious—before long, Beth too was giggling. "So how did you guys get into it?" Beth desperately hoped she didn't sound too curious by asking. It just didn't seem like the idea to make and sell one's own adult videos was one that occurs to most couples. Steve and Robin shared a look, seemingly asking one another who should answer. Robin eventually nodded. "It goes back a bit. We always thought it would be interesting to see what we looked like on film. Given what Steve does for a living, it wasn't hard to find some equipment to use. So that's precisely what we did." "Looking back on it," Steve continued, "I guess it's one of those things where you wonder why you never thought of it before, but to make a long story short, we got the idea from an actual adult movie. It was kinda forgettable, and we decided that we could do better ourselves—" "—so we did," Robin finished. "I mean, I may not be as young as some of the women, but I know that I can turn heads, so at first, we started making the videos just for ourselves. Then one of Steve's co-workers happened to mention that amateur videos were really popular. We crunched the numbers, and it seemed like fun. "And now, about three dozen men and women are getting off on watching us," added Steve. "I have to say, it's kinda hot, knowing that." Sitting back in her chair at the table, Beth crinkled her nose. "Really? You like that?" With a broad smile, Steve also sat back and put his arm around Robin. "Sure! My wife is so hot that there are guys jerking off about her across 5 time zones. I mean, come on, what's not sexy about that?" "Besides," Robin added archly, "I like the anonymity of the fantasy." Beth looked at her quizzically. "The 'anonymity of the fantasy'?" "See, they don't know what I really look like. Steve edits out any distinguishing features or alters them so that it looks like someone else entirely." "Isn't that a lot of work?" "You might think so," allowed Steve, "but since we rarely shoot either of our faces anyway, it doesn't wind up being as much as you might expect. So this way, you get the thrill of danger but without any real risk." "Wait: so there's really no way someone could recognize you two?" "No: it would be impossible. Not enough facial features are in the videos. Remember, I do deal with this sort of thing for a living." Beth fell silent for a moment so Steve took the opportunity to top off her wine. Robin looked at her silently. "You know, Beth—" "—hm? Sorry, Robin, I kinda spaced out there for a moment, didn't I?" "It's OK. So...are you seeing anyone these days?" "Hm? Oh...no, not really. It's just hard to meet people." "I can imagine," murmured Robin. "Steve honey, we're running low on wine. Would you be a dear—" "—I was just getting up to see to it, dear," he grinned. "I'll be back in about or fifteen minutes. Requests?" Robin looked to Beth, who shrugged. The older woman thought for a moment before also shrugging. "I'm sure whatever you get will be fine, honey." "OK. Back in a bit." He leaned in and gave Robin a kiss, then, with a wave, strode briskly to the door. Beth couldn't help admire the view of Steve leaving. The slacks really did nice things for his butt. She sighed briefly, then turned back to face Robin only to realize with a shock that Robin witnessed her ogling. Beth's Seduction into Porn Ch. 02 Beth's cheeks, already a bit warm from the wine, felt painfully hot. "Oh! Robin! Uh...I was just...I was—um..." Robin held out a hand, stopping Beth's attempts at apology. "It's OK, Beth. Remember, we talked about this last week. I think it's kinda sexy that you look at him that way." "You know, Robin, you say that, but to be totally honest, I don't really know how to believe that." "You could fuck him while I watch." "What?!" "Beth, Steve and I know that nothing's going to damage our relationship. As nice as you are, you aren't a real threat to Steve's love for me—or mine for him." After an extended silence, Beth blushed. "Have you guys ever...jeez, I can't even ask—" "—you were going to ask if we ever allowed one other to be with someone else, weren't you?" "Well, um...yeah, I guess." "Yes, we have. We have a rule: we can do anything, as long as the other is OK with it and has the option to join in." "God, that sounds so...I don't even know what it sounds like!" "I don't know what it sounds like to you, but I can tell you exactly what it is like: fun. It's fun to be liberated this way. It's fun not to have to hide your attraction to someone. And it's made the pillow talk a lot more interesting." Robin smiled at her knowingly, and Beth felt her cheeks flush again. "So what do you say, Beth?" "Um...to what?" "To sleeping with my husband." "Oh my god, I thought you were just kidding. You were serious?" "Well, yeah! You seem like you could use it. And I know he'd enjoy it." "Um...wow, that is so not something you're going to read in Emily Post: how to proposition a friend's spouse." Robin cursed to herself mentally—she was going too fast. The tone needed to shift towards more neutral waters. "So how's work been?" Sighing with obvious relief, Beth sat back and took another sip of wine before answering. "It's been a real pain. The managers don't understand that the job can't be done without enough people but won't approve the budget to get enough people. It's stupid, really." Flashing a reassuring smile, Robin reached over and put her hand on Beth's shoulder. "Well, if you're working overtime, that means you aren't a manager, right?" She began gently rubbing Beth's deltoids. Beth allowed her head to fall back as she enjoyed what Robin was doing. "Mm... that feels incredible. Anyway: yeah, I'm not a manager, just an associate editor." "Well, in that case let me ask you a question." As she said it, Robin began to massage the younger woman's shoulders a bit. "Would you say that you do everything you can?" "Hm? Yeah, I think so." "Then you shouldn't stress over it—jeez Beth, you're carrying a lot of tension here. Do you want to move to the couch? This angle is a bit tricky." "That sounds like a great idea." Beth got on the couch facing away as Robin sat behind her. Robin smiled to herself. Beth wasn't doing a good job of hiding her perception that this was an insultingly transparent seduction attempt. "Ah, Beth, if only you knew," she thought to herself. As she began rubbing the deltoids again, Beth cooed. "Wow, Robin...that feels great." As she began working the muscle with the heel of her hands, Beth gave another moan of appreciation for Robin's skill. "Good: it's supposed to. So...when I suggested moving to the couch, I bet you were thinking that this was a hackneyed seduction attempt." "Huh?" Robin began working her way out to the shoulders. "Come on, tell me you didn't think that I was trying a trite and clichéd ploy with the backrub." "Well OK, yeah, I did...until, you know, you said that..." "Beth, let me be perfectly clear. This is only a backrub. Even if you were interested, I'd say no." "Aw, come on, Robin, I'm really not that naïve," she protested. "I'm being honest." Robin began working lower now towards the small of her back. "You've already made clear that you aren't interested and that's fine. When you come right down to it, I deserve better than an alcohol-fueled 'what the hell', frankly." "So you're saying that even if I told you I was perfectly sober, got undressed and marched into your bedroom—" "—you would be there by yourself, Beth," she replied crisply. "Look, I'm old enough not to want to get in bed with someone who isn't sure she wants to be with me or is doing it only because Steve will be there. It would be easy to say yes to that—you don't know how easy—but ultimately, I don't think that would be fair to either of us." Luxuriating in Robin's skillful touch, Beth fell silent for a time. "You know...I've been with women before," she admitted. "Really? What did you think of it?" She laughed. "It was with a friend's sister. She was...wow. She was amazing." "So why did it end?" "Well, it was a problem for my friend. I think it freaked her out to be honest. Anyway, because it was a problem for her, I had to choose—" "—is that why you were so anxious about last week?" Beth gasped, "I never thought of it that way!" She frowned in thought for a moment before continuing slowly, "Yeah, maybe...maybe that was part of it..." "That would make sense," Robin observed pensively. "Hm. Well, I think that revelation deserves a little celebration, don't you?" Turning to face her again, Beth smiled a bit groggily. "I think that sounds good," she murmured softly as Robin poured the last of the bottle into their glasses. Robin raised her glass as Beth followed suit. "Well, here's to revelations, then." The door opened to reveal Steve, holding a grocery bag. "Hey, what did I miss?" The two looked first at one another, then at Steve, and finally burst into peals of laughter. Steve looked nettled for a moment until his natural good nature took over. He quickly opened one of the new bottles, poured himself a glass and took a seat on the over-stuffed armchair nearby. The wine in his glass rocked lazily from side to side. Holding out his glass, he observed, "If you don't want to tell me, OK, but I'll be damned if I'm frozen out of a toast in my own home." The women looked first at one another, then at Steve and started laughing anew. Unfazed by this new eruption of hilarity, he waited patiently until the giggling subsided and they also raised their glasses. "Here's to good company." "Hear, hear," cried Beth as she clinked her glass into theirs. Robin contented herself with smiling, as did Steve. Steve put the last of the glasses in the dishwasher. "Well, that was an odd evening, wasn't it?" "Yeah, but it was better this way." "Are you sure?" As he said it, he finished adding detergent and started the dishwasher. They moved to the couch. Robin considered her reply as she poured more wine. "Yes. I think she's going to come around rather quickly, to be honest. Actually, I need to ask you something—" Leaning back, his eyes turned towards the ceiling. "Of course you can sleep with her if I'm not there." A grin began to spread across his lips. She looked at him until he turned to face her again. "Are you sure?" A look of confusion chased away his grin. "Yes, I'm sure. Why wouldn't I be?" "I don't want to take this—or us—for granted." Wrapping her in the shelter of his arms, he said simply, "You don't. Promise." Robin relaxed into her husband's hug and nuzzled up against his chest. "I love you." "I love you too," he murmured as he bent down to kiss her forehead. They rested like that together for a while when Robin chuckled to herself. "You know, that's a very good look for her." "Hm?" "I was just thinking about the way she looked today: more confident than usual. It looked good." Nodding, he nuzzled up to her ear. "Yeah, I thought so, too," he whispered. "In case you forgot, you can be with her too if you get the opportunity." The faintest hint of a smirk appeared for a moment then was gone. "I haven't forgotten." "Ow," he yelped as she nibbled surprisingly hard on an ear. " I didn't even say anything!" "You didn't need to: the look on your face said it all." "Hey, don't try to tell me you weren't thinking it, too." "Well, sure I was, but with me, there aren't as many obvious indicators," she observed as she nodded in the direction of his crotch. "Hey, that isn't fair!" "Life isn't fair. 'Anyone who says differently is selling something.'" "All right, that does it, missy," and so saying, he threw himself on her, forestalling whatever clever retort she was about to deliver under a punishing storm of kisses. Steve began pulling off her shorts then maneuvered his legs between hers as she parted her knees. One hand reached towards a breast and roughly began kneading it between his fingers through her blouse and bra as he continued covering her face with kisses. "God, I love you, she gasped the moment he paused for breath. Then, a louder gasp escaped from her as he drove fully within. "And God but I love your cock!" Fumbling only briefly with the buttons on his shirt, he pulled it up over his head as his wife followed suit. With the ease borne of years of practice, he unsnapped her bra with a flick of the wrist and smiled as always as her breasts swung free. He began thrusting harder now, with each stroke bringing the base of his cock in contact with her clit. "I love the way you feel around me," he rumbled as a predatory fire shone in his eyes. Robin's hand shot out, making the universal gesture for "stop". Concerned, Steve stopped immediately. "Are you all right?" Stammering, she said softly, "Baby, I—I need you to stop." Steve jumped up and wrapped his arms around her. "Did I hurt you? Are you all right?" With a rueful grin, she nodded as she reached beneath her and withdrew a butt plug. "I forgot I had the damned thing in," she sighed. "I didn't wanna come that fast." Steve threw his head back as he laughed in relief. "Whew! I was afraid that with the angle, maybe I hurt you." "Nah...come here, lover boy: we're taking this show on the road." Robin led her husband into the bedroom. Once there, she threw him on the bed and straddled him. "Now it's my turn to be in control." Her voice cracked like a whip. She lowered herself onto him and began using long, powerful strokes as he thrust up to meet her. Steve enjoyed this view of his wife on top, the way her breasts did their own dance. Robin cupped her breasts, squeezing the nipples as Steve sighed. "Yeah, you like looking at these, don't you? Steve could only nod, his mouth suddenly very, very dry. She began pinching and tugging at her nipples as she leaned forward to apply pressure to her clit. Her head thrown back in ecstasy, Steve could sense her orgasm building faster now, when she came to an abrupt stop mid-stroke. Steve's only response was to arch his back so far that Robin was afraid he was going to pull something. Teasing him briefly with tiny movements, she hopped off. Pausing only long enough to flash him a saucy smile, Robin took him in her mouth. "Mm...you really like tasting yourself on me, don't you?" She responded with a loudly mumbled "God, yes!" The resulting vibrations curled his toes as he moaned again. Robin paused only long enough to wink then resumed what she was doing. "Baby...I love the way you do that!" Robin continued to fellate her husband as she began purring so he could feel it. Now and again, she would let him slip out of her mouth and gently take one, then the other testicle in her mouth. Suddenly, Steve stiffened and pushed her away. "I'm gonna cum, baby," he warned. Robin leaped off and quickly rearranged herself so she was facing away on the bed on her hands and knees. "Then let's not waste it, baby. I need to feel it." Steve was on top of her so fast she would have fallen over if not for his grabbing her hips. "Stroke your clit when you take my cock, baby," he muttered darkly. Steve could feel her trembling as she did as he instructed. He carefully slid a finger in alongside himself. Once it was sufficiently lubricated, he slowly eased it into her other entrance. "Oo...been waiting...for that," she breathed. Smirking, he said simply, "I know. So what—do you want...there?" "Mm—your finger. Wanna...feel you shoot...in my pussy!" "Won't be...long now," grunted Steve. "But next time...we switch." "Oh God oh god oh god oh god..." Robin screamed as her husband's fury finally sent her over the edge. A million stars exploded in her head as her shoulders slumped. Steve's strokes became almost desperate, his passion as yet unabated. "Don't stop playing with yourself," he growled. Still panting, Robin moaned, "Baby, I can't..." "Yes you can," he panted. Steve could see her shudder as her hand deftly slipped back between her thighs. He slipped a second finger in her backdoor. Already wet, it slid in easily. "More," she practically sobbed. Steve looked down at his wife. His cock was planted deep inside her, three fingers were in her ass—probably thanks to the butt plug she was wearing—and she was frenziedly rubbing her clit. He felt the familiar tightness in his balls as he took in the view and he began pumping for all he was worth. "Baby, I'm gonna cum..." "Don't...keep me...waiting." She barely got the words out as with a grunt, Steve exploded in her. He was slowing down when Robin cried, "No, don't stop!" Steve withdrew his hand. Grabbing onto both hips now, he began thrusting furiously again and was soon rewarded with another of Robin's erotic arias. They fell on the bed together. With a slightly dopey smile, he grinned at Robin. "So...round two?" Megan. Beth hadn't thought about Megan in a while, now, but the evening's conversation brought her back to that wonderful time. She sat at her desk and breaking her promise to herself yet again, lit up a cigarette. She'd been dying for one at Robin and Steve's, but they were non-smokers. Now, in her own apartment... She eagerly reached up behind the stereo speaker and removed the ashtray she hid there. It was futile to hide it. Although the idea had been that by hiding it, she wouldn't think about it, it didn't really work that way. Puffing away as only a buzzed and deprived smoker can, she went to the back of the left desk drawer and pulled out the picture. Beth tried to imagine how someone who didn't know her might see her. Pushy rather than assertive? Opinionated rather than passionate? Shaking her head, she put the picture down. How others saw Megan wasn't all that important: what was important was how she saw Megan. The picture was taken at some party and Megan was sitting on the floor around a coffee table topless, having literally lost her shirt in a drunk game of strip poker. Ah, college... Stubbing out her cigarette, she took the picture and went to the bedroom. As she got undressed for bed, Beth realized belatedly that she forgot to close the blinds. Force of habit pulled her towards the cord until she stopped, only a foot away from the window. The vision—was it a fantasy or a dream?—stopped her in her tracks. Beth remembered how it felt in the fantasy for strangers to see her and just how thrilling it was. "I wonder..." She was, after all, on the second floor. Nobody could see inside. Looking outside, she could see the pools of illumination from the building's floodlights. There wasn't a soul to be seen. Megan would have laughed. "Either go with it or close the fucking blinds already," she would have said. It was with a start that she realized she was stroking her left breast, her right hand having taken the initiative for her. As she continued staring out the window, she placed one foot on the low window sill. Her other hand, its imagination fired by the memory of the fantasy, slowly made its way down below. It eventually found the soft, warm spot between her thighs as her own touch caused a shudder to rip through her. She threw her head back, reveling in the feeling and lost in the memory. "Oh, Megan," she murmured, "yes, like that," as her other hand began pinching and tugging at her engorged nipple. A second finger snaked deep inside, followed quickly by a third, causing Beth almost to lose her balance. She opened her eyes quickly and she looked out the window again, but there was no one to see her display. Withdrawing her hand, she eagerly licked and sucked her wet fingers. Pausing briefly only to brush them against her upper lip, she lapped up what she could of her musk. Tasting herself was something Megan introduced her to and ever since then, was a part of her self-loving. She threw herself on the bed and surrendered herself to the memory of Megan's wonderful touch. Before she knew it, one hand was furiously stroking her clit, throbbing so hard it was a second pulse, beating just as insistently as the one beneath her breasts. "Damn but I want a cock," she muttered, when she remembered Megan's strap-on. Dubbed Discipline, the name was so perfectly in keeping with her sense of humor. "I think you need a little Discipline, Beth," she used to joke. She gasped, remembering how forcefully the strap-on was used on her. It was almost violent in its intensity—like so much about Megan. "God, but I love being filled," she moaned. "God but I love the way you fill me, Megan." But Beth was too shy ever to express her desire to return the favor. She recalled long-forgotten desires to be the one in control, to be the one exciting someone else's lust. She imagined what it might be like to administer some Discipline to Megan. Maybe take her from behind, the better to admire the view of her firm butt while reaching around to cup her breasts, or maybe make her get on her knees and suck it like a cock, licking her own juices from it as she made Beth do more than a few times. The idea of being the one in control was enticing and a far cry from how she was in the past. Would Megan enjoy being the submissive for a change? Would she hold her head up, proudly facing whatever torments Beth devised, enduring hours of foreplay with her usual strength of will? Beth imagined what it would look like to do those things to Megan, saw her proud face, when in her mind's eye, Megan morphed into Robin. A roaring sound was noticeable when Beth was caught in the undertow of her orgasm, her spasms and ecstatic cries drowning her awareness until finally she couldn't breathe, couldn't breathe...and suddenly it was gone, her mind as quiet and calm as a harbor during low tide. She lay panting on her bed. The peace and quiet of her mind was shattered as it began racing like a sprinter entering the last leg of a race. Did she call out Megan's name? Or did she call out Robin's?