2 comments/ 9680 views/ 4 favorites Companions 01 By: BrettJ Sienna Lyons sat at her kitchen table and reflected on whether or not to have a second cup of coffee. It was a rather chilly morning and the first cup had warmed her bones. She decided that she could afford to indulge her early-morning whim. Why not, what was the harm? She no longer had a job to run to. Downsizing or outsourcing -- call it whatever you wanted to, the end result was still the same. For the first time since she was sixteen years old, Sienna was out of work. The coffee soothed her as she drank it and tried to make some sense out of the past few weeks. Sienna had been a loyal employee for the past ten years and was the type of employee a company valued. She did whatever it took to get the job done, within reason, with no complaints. She put in the hours and worked her way up the ladder to a supervisory position. She took no flak from any of the men who worked under her and earned their respect. To have her employers pull the rug out from under her the way that they had done was an insult to the 32-year old blonde. She felt cut adrift and for the first time in her life, she felt as if she had no purpose. She had her home and family, but Sienna defined part of her personality by her career. With that taken away, she felt as if she were adrift. Sienna knew that she would rebound and rebuild. After all, she was a strong individual and a blithe spirit. She was too much the optimist to allow this to ruin her existence. Her friends, family and husband would be there for her and shore her up. Perhaps she might take a holiday, she thought to herself. A bit of frivolity and some erotic fun might be the ticket. Perhaps some exotic destination, somewhere she might get an all-over tan? Her settlement had been significant, as she had earned every penny. She knew that her former employers would give her what she deserved. She knew a bit too much and had they not paid out, she wouldn't have been afraid to engage some shark of a lawyer to bleed them dry. She didn't feel as if she owed them any further loyalty. Sienna put her coffee mug in the dishwasher and went upstairs to get dressed. Her husband had already gone to work and she was alone in the house. She looked around the home she treasured and was glad she and Roger had earned lucrative salaries. She would have hated to lose the house, but there was absolutely no danger of that. Just the loss of her walk-in closet alone would have sent her spiraling into depression, Sienna chuckled to herself. For the first time in a while, Sienna wasn't quite sure how she should dress. It wasn't necessary to dress business-professional, as she didn't have anywhere particular to go that day. Someone must have been psychic, because as that thought crossed her mind, her phone rang. She picked it up and a warm and friendly voice spoke. "I just heard the news," Brendan said to her in a soothing tone. "I always did think you were too good for that job. I'm taking you to lunch today and I won't take no for an answer." "That's good, because you won't be hearing no," Sienna said with a light chuckle and made her lunch arrangements. Already, her spirits were lifting. She and Brendan had been friends for years and they often buoyed each other's emotions when the other was down. Sienna had seen him through several lousy relationships. She never could figure out why her friend was such an idiot magnet. He was kind, romantic, sensual and earned good money. He was generous to a fault and that might be a failing on his part. A good number of the women in his past had taken advantage of the wallet that opened a bit too easily. As an example, she knew that he would insist on taking her someplace pricy for lunch. He liked to enjoy a good meal and he knew that Sienna would be more than happy to accompany him on such an outing, as she had done several times over the years. Roger got a bit jealous of Brendan, but he knew better than to question his wife's fidelity. Brendan was a dear friend and he always would be. That was not to say that there wasn't a bit of flirting going on, there most certainly was. Brendan was an attractive man who liked attractive women and Sienna was a very attractive woman with great legs. She flirted with him and he flirted right back. Had she been single, she would have done a lot more than flirt. A few of her friends had dated him and she knew his intimate secrets. If her friends didn't tell her, Sienna managed to ferret them out from Brendan himself. Now that she had made her date with Brendan, she knew how she had to dress. A skirt, preferably black and preferably, short -- if she could get away with it, scandalously so. Stockings, definitely and heels, her favorite black stilettos. Some make up and her hair shining. She would not normally have fussed this much for a lunch date, but for Brandon, she knew he would notice. He would also likely be wearing a nice suit and tie as her friend seized any excuse he could to dress up. Sienna jumped into the shower and enjoyed herself for a bit. As she didn't have to run off to work, she took the time to enjoy the spray's warm caress. Once the water started to chill, she got out and rummaged in the closet until she found the dress. It would have elicited some comments from Roger and she knew that Brendan would love it! Sienna took the time to doll herself up as much as she dared before setting out to meet her friend for a much-needed meal. As expected, Brendan lived up to his friend's expectations. He was wearing a charcoal-grey suit and a pristine shirt, the crease in his pants was so sharp that you could have cut bread with it. Considerate as ever, he had brought her flowers. He pulled out the chair for her and smiled at her arrival. "You look sensation, come on, let's rent a room," he teased her. "You couldn't handle me," she flirted back, her mood already brightening. "That doesn't mean I wouldn't try," he shot back and the game was on. The laughter started and Sienna relaxed for the first time in a few days. She was in the company of a trusted friend and felt a sense of relief coming over her. As long as she had someone like this in her corner, things would eventually work themselves out. "Have you given any thought as to what your next career move will be?" He asked jovially as he summoned the waiter to order them some much-needed wine. "I haven't had time to let it sink in yet," Sienna responded as she sat back and crossed her legs. She smiled as she caught him looking and knew full well that he had noticed the stockings she had worn for his benefit. "See anything you like?" She flirted. "Yeah, but she's taken, damn it," Brendan groused good-naturedly. Both knew that had they met earlier in life, they might have ended up together. They were often more simpatico than their mates. Sienna could read him like a book and often felt the frustration that her dear friend had such atrocious luck with the opposite sex. She wished that she could have shared some of her earlier adventures with him so that he would at least have had some fond memories. The two friends shared a meal and some fun, flirty conversation. Sienna often wondered why her friend couldn't make a relationship work and realized that he was the kind of man who needed a distinct type of woman. He couldn't date some shy little naïf, but he didn't want someone running roughshod over him either. He liked a woman who was both aggressive and still feminine, someone who was also a fair bit younger than he was. He wanted someone as a companion and, should it work out, someone with who he might consider having a family. Brendan had often told her that he didn't think it was too late for him. He was only in his early forties. Sienna herself had a lot of the qualities Brendan required in a woman. She wasn't free to share them, so perhaps she would try to find someone of like mind to be with her friend. The inspiration hit her like a thunderclap. She knew where she wanted to focus her energies. Without his even knowing it, her handsome friend had provided her with an out. A way to a new path in her life and a chance to make a lucrative living without anyone decisions for her. This day had certainly taken a bright turn for the better, she thought to herself. She enjoyed the wine, the wonderful pasta and the ambience of the restaurant. Sienna even allowed herself to indulge in dessert -- why not? She could afford a few extra pounds and she didn't have to rush back to work. Work was on her mind when she returned home. She was so distracted that she almost forgot about dinner. Roger noticed her absent-mindedness, yet he chose not to comment. He could see that something was on his wife's mind and after all their years together, he knew better than to try to steer her clear of whatever path she was on. Roger knew that once she was ready to tell him about her goal, she would let him in. Their years together had imparted a sense of mutual trust that few couples could hope to share. Sienna worked long and into the night, finally realizing that she had better get some sleep and also, remind her husband that he was still very much a part of her world. When Sienna was feeling randy, Roger didn't mind being woken from a sound slumber. She made it more than worth his while and he usually slept even better when she was finished. This night was no different. She wore her poor husband to a frazzle and was the aggressor for most of the night and into the morning. She was sure that poor Roger was walking bow-legged to work the next morning, likely with a huge grin on his face. There weren't a lot of women in this world who could throw a man a fuck the way Sienna could. She knew that all too well because she had been with a few of those women herself. She had always held the philosophy that she might as well enjoy herself when she was young. She might have enough time when she got a bit older. Luckily, that hadn't quite turned out to be the case. Not yet, anyway. Sienna decided that she would like some time out of the house. It was a bright and cheery day, so she packed up her laptop and went to the café she liked. All of the servers there were attractive, men and women alike. There was nothing wrong with a little eye candy, so long as she did her consumption at home. Again, the lovely blonde had dressed to attract a bit of attention. Her wardrobe and ebullient personality did not fail her. She attracted the attention of her favorite server, a lovely young sprite named Luana. The girl rushed over to seat her favorite customer and gave her a quick buss on the cheek to say hello. Sienna wished that it could be more, but gentle advances made in the past had been rebuffed. The girl did not seem willing to take a little walk down that path. It was a very quiet day at the café, so Luana took a break and sat with Sienna. The two women had lunched on occasion and despite the difference in their ages, they got along well. The twenty-something Asian beauty was smart beyond her years, as well as being petite and lovely. However, on this day, there seemed to be something troubling the little doll. Normally, Sienna would not have pressed the girl to speak, this time she did. She sensed that Luana needed to open up to someone. "My social life has fallen into a terrible rut," Luana said as she sipped a Chai Latte. "The men I date are either after one thing or they have no concept of how to be a gentleman. I like going out and having a good time, but every once in a while, I want to put on a pretty dress and a nice pair of heels and go dining instead of just to a club." Sienna wondered if a bit of serendipity had just occurred. She looked at her young friend with a crooked smile and laughed gently. "I might just have the solution to your problem," she told the young woman. "Would you ever consider dating an older man?" "In a heartbeat," Luana replied with a winning smile. "I have in the past and I enjoyed it. Older men tend to treat you with respect and courtesy. Oh sure, they're still interested in sex ..." the girl laughed "... but they aren't necessarily rushing to get there." Sienna smiled and started another conversation with the young woman. She outlined her plan with Luana, who was thrilled to go along with it. If it worked, it would serve as a test run and she would be improving the lives of two people. Some people might have chided Sienna for playing matchmaker. If her scheme worked, she intended to play Cupid a lot more often. She knew that Brendan wouldn't put up much of a fuss and if he did, she would steamroll right over his objections. Men, they often didn't know what was best for them. Even Roger needed a thump every so often. Everything was all arranged; all Brendan had to do was show up and be himself. When she called him later that day, she insisted on that. "I think you're exactly the kind of man she's looking for," she told her friend. "Just be charming and take her somewhere nice. Everything else will work itself out." Brendan still was not convinced. "I'm almost twenty years older than she is," he protested. "Won't that be a bit too much?" "Not where she's concerned," Sienna explained. "This time, it's going to be an asset. She's tired of men that are after only one thing. She wants the chance to dress up and go some place classy. You're going to give it to her. Brendan, if you play your cards right, this could be a game changer -- for the both of you." Brendan argued a teeny bit more, but as Sienna had thought she might have to, she ignored his objections and nudged him into accepting the date. At the very least, she knew that Luana would have a nice meal and interesting company. Brendan would not have anything to object to. Luana was perky and sexy and Sienna had suggested to the girl what she should wear to impress the older man. Sienna was probably more nervous about their upcoming date than the couple themselves. She needn't have been. The night after Brendan and Luana's dinner date, Sienna's phone rang. It was Brendan. "I owe you a nice bottle of wine," Brendan said with the enthusiasm still ringing in his tone. "I drink Merlot," Sienna chuckled. "I take it you had a good time?" "There should be another word for it, but I can't think of any at the moment," Brendan enthused. "That was one of the best dates of my life and that dress she wore -- WOW!" Sienna smiled to herself and knew that Luana had obviously followed her suggestion. "I take it the two of you are going out again?" Sienna asked, although Luana had yet to weigh in on that decision. "As often as we can arrange it," Brendan answered. "The two of us were totally simpatico and you're right, the age difference didn't seem to matter at all. In fact, I think it was a plus in my favor. Thanks Sienna, you're a doll." Sienna smiled with a sense of self-satisfaction. She decided to treat herself to a glass of wine, as Brendan had put the thought in her head. She didn't get the chance. Her phone rang again and this time, it was Luana calling to thank her. "Where did you find that wonderful, gorgeous hunk of man?" Luana trilled happily. "I've never been treated so well in all my life, I felt like a queen. He took me to the nicest restaurant. He pulled my chair out for me. He complimented me several times on how I looked and he listened when I talked. My God, I thought he was so sexy that I actually thought about jumping his bones after our date," Luana told Sienna. "Tsk, Miss Lee, isn't that the kind of thing you were trying to avoid?" Sienna teased, although she was thrilled that Luana had enjoyed the date as much as Brendan. "He's got a wonderful animal magnetism, you didn't tell me about that," Luana replied. "We're going out again and if I think this is going to go anywhere -- and I think it is -- I'm going to ..." the normally-shy girl lowered her voice "... fuck his brains out!" Luana and Sienna talked a few minutes more before hanging up. Sienna decided that she could have a larger glass of wine. She felt as if she had truly earned it. Sienna was thrilled for her two friends and it only made her more certain that she had found her path. Over the next several weeks, she either got phone calls from Brendan or, when she saw Luana at the café, the young woman insisted on paying for her coffees. She and Brendan were simply gaga for each other and that was that. Luana wasn't too certain that her family would approve of her dating the much-older man, so she kept it discreet. However, Sienna could see that the young woman was enthralled with her older paramour. She called Brendan and "suggested" that he take his new love out somewhere nice and let "nature take its course". He was all for that idea. Brendan was nervous the night of his "special" date with Luana. The young woman had won him over and he was infatuated with her. He had been living a life of unplanned celibacy for over a year and when Luana showed up at the restaurant, his hands were trembling. The petite beauty was wearing black leather pants that were so tight they looked painted on, a gauzy black top and five-inch heels. She looked every inch the vamp and he knew it was for his benefit. He was fairly sure she wanted this as much as he did, so he forced himself to relax and allow things to happen as they should. Luana wasn't much of a drinker, but she allowed herself to indulge. It relaxed her and the food only heightened her appetites -- only not for food. Her companion dazzled her and she knew tonight would be the night. Once they were finished their meal, she declined dessert. "Take me home," she said to a surprised Brendan before adding "Your home." Brendan nodded and drove the two of them back to his condominium. His nervousness had been replaced with a sense of calm. He and Luana were on the same page, so there was nothing to be nervous about. She was a desirable young woman and he was the man she desired. They entered his home and she kissed him and then, placed a slander finger on his lips. "Wait here," Luana smiled. "I have a surprise for you." Brendan wasn't sure if his poor heart could take a surprise from the young beauty, but he decided to risk it. A few minutes later, he was glad that he had. She emerged from his bathroom clad in a filmy, red little piece of nothing and matching red heels. She must have been concealed them in her large purse. She looked like a walking vision. With an erotic little sway, she approached Brendan, her high heels clicking on the hardwood floors. This time, she kissed him in a way that was anything but demure. "Let's go to the bedroom and get you out of that suit," Luana said to him. "I've waited weeks for this and I'm not going to wait any more." The giddy kid that still existed somewhere within Brendan wanted to run to his bedroom. He forced the kid to calm down and followed Luana. He knew that his new girlfriend was a bit soft-spoken and shy, but she had to know just how hot and sexy she looked, how she was affecting him. They reached the bedroom and she stretched out, cat-like, on the bed. "The ball's in your court now," she said softly. Brendan knew that and he steeled himself as he undressed. He wasn't a perfect physical specimen, he had a "few extra pounds", but it didn't seem to matter to Luana. Once he was undressed, she reached for him and drew him into her embrace. With a confidence he didn't know he had, he caressed and touched her silky skin. He ran his hands along the smooth of her back and her buttocks, thighs and legs. She seemed to tremble at his touch and as he turned her over, he allowed himself the luxury of taking all of her in. If there was an ounce of the tiny young woman that was not perfect, he hadn't found it. She made little cooing noises as he massaged her soft flesh that were adorable. After some more gentle touches, he began to kiss her. The coos turned in to low moans that became guttural when he reached her pussy. "Oh, FUCK," she cried out. "That's it, give me more of that, eat my fucking cunt!" Luana groaned. The incongruity of her language given her gentle nature was a turn-on and Brendan did as she asked. Companions 01 Luana's flavor was delicious, sweet with a delicate musk. She thrashed about the bed as he ate her pussy and her head went from side to side, her eyes closed as she let her mature lover prove his sexual prowess. Luana lost count of her orgasms and they hadn't even fucked yet. Making love with Brendan was going to be an experience and now, it was her turn to be an equal partner in their lovemaking. Luana slid her mouth down over Brendan's cock and went down on him with a gusto she had never possessed before. She felt as if it were in her best interests to make him feel special and she put her all into it. Her tongue searched his cock and swabbed all over it. When she felt him about ready to cum, she readied herself for it, but he pulled away. "You didn't have to do that," Luana said as she placed her hand gently on his shoulder. "I'm a big girl, I could have handled it," she smiled. "I wasn't sure of that and it wouldn't have been right," Brendan responded softly. She smiled, pleased at his consideration. "Besides, I needed a chance to catch my breath. This old guy isn't quite the stallion he used to be." "You're not old," Luana chided him sweetly. "You're perfect. Okay, mister `stallion', if that's the case, let me do some of the work." After he rolled on a condom, she got on top of his prone body and wriggled her body down on to his stiff cock. While he was on his back, Luana began to gyrate with all the skill of an exotic dancer. Brendan was amazed that this sweet-faced little babe could be such a dynamic fuck. She was thrusting herself against him now, with an incredible vigor. Harder and harder, she slammed her miniscule little frame against his invading cock. She was becoming a bit vocal now, squealing and laughing with delight as she fucked him. Brendan wasn't going to be an idle participant, he kissed where he could reach and caressed other parts of her lissome young frame. Luana's body had taken all of him in deep and he was not a small man by any means. Her screeches grew louder as she continued to make love to her handsome, mature lover. Luana was impressed by the fact that he had made no fuss when she had taken control. It wasn't very often that she got a chance to be in charge. The jerks that she had dated before felt threatened by such things. Not her Brendan. He was laughing right along with her and doing everything he could do to keep up with her and to add to her pleasure. Her plan was to keep him around for as long as she could. This man was a keeper. The Asian beauty continued to fuck and writhe on top of Brendan to take whatever he could give her. She was taken aback by the fact that he had been so close to cumming before and yet, he had managed to fuck her for a while now. Luana went into high gear and used her nails on his exposed flesh. He groaned, yet he still didn't cum. She went in for the kill and felt his body jerk. She let out a loud wail and gave consent to her own orgasm as his surged throughout his prone form. They had managed to cum together, something she thought was only possible in erotic novels. "Wow" was too small a word for either of them to use to describe the experience. They rested up, shared some wine and a shower that got soapy and erotic. Like the gentleman he was, Brendan attended to Luana's slightest whim. He made no attempt to rush her and when she slept, he held her close. For Luana, it was the culmination of all of her dreams. She called Sienna the next day and told her all about it, in full detail, which was uncharacteristic of her. She kept giggling as she described her lover's sexual prowess and her own loss of inhibitions. Sienna got the (correct) impression that it had been a perfect evening for the happy pair. A phone call from Brendan later that day confirmed her opinion. Now Sienna was sure where her new career was going to take her. She was going to find companions for those who had been unlucky in matters of the heart. She had the money and the time. Now all that Sienna needed were the clients and the drive to succeed. Dedicated to a friend - she knows who she is! ~~BrettJ Companions 02 Sienna stretched out and put her legs up on the mahogany desk she had purchased a few days earlier. Buying some of her new office furniture at an estate sale had enabled her to save quite a few dollars. Saving money was fairly important when starting a new business and using all your own money to do it. Her husband had been supportive, if somewhat incredulous at the beginning. He thought Sienna's idea of opening a dating service / matchmaker was a little far-fetched, but that was Sienna. She didn't think inside the box, so he let her talk. She was insistent that she would not be using their joint monies, relying only on the funds she had received from her previous employers. Roger was glad of that, although he would have helped if she needed him. She didn't, the new project was all her baby and she wanted to establish "Companions" on her own. It took her a few weeks to locate a nice-sized office in a good part of town. She didn't want her business to be anywhere that appeared seedy. Then, like a whirling dervish, she went about cleaning the office. She stopped short of painting it herself, hiring professionals to do that. Then, she bought some video equipment and the computers she would need for the client profiles. She got the room set up to film the video profiles and ran a few tests with friends to make sure everything looked okay. Once she was sure she knew what she was doing, she went hunting for furniture, placed some ads and waited for the hoped-for clients to arrive. Her ad stressed that she was seeking those "unlucky in matters of the heart" and that her service would be diligent in finding companions for everyone, man or woman. To her great delight, she had several customers within her first week in business. Sienna was thinking ahead. She set up different types of payment options, so her customers could try it out for the short term or go for long-term. She assured everyone that she would work diligently on their behalf and that she didn't consider anything too "strange" to be included in their profiles. She told them that the more precise they were, the more likely she would be able to match them up. Sienna stretched out and took stock of her look. She had worn a very attractive business suit, although not so practical as not to show off her legs. If the male customers saw that an attractive, sexy woman was running the business, they might be more likely to give it a try. Sienna had never lacked self-confidence and it looked as if she would be a success in her new venture. She had spent part of the morning fielding a number of phone calls asking her about her services and she was sure that she had been able to convince some of the callers to come in and give it a try. Sienna thought about going out for lunch or a coffee, but that would have to wait. A gorgeous specimen of a man walked in the front door at that very moment. He must have stood about 6'4" tall, with jet-black hair and broad shoulders. He carried himself with such confidence that Sienna wondered why such a man would be in need of her services, but everyone was different and she shouldn't make assumptions. She put herself in business mode and flashed a winning smile at her new arrival, offering him a chair. "What can I do for you, Mister ...?" Sienna asked. "Blake, Thomas Blake," the handsome man smiled. Even his smile was picture perfect and Sienna again wondered why a man this gorgeous required her services. "I'm looking for a companion," he answered. "That's why I'm in business," Sienna smiled back. His eyes seemed to focus on her body and she allowed a brief fantasy to flitter through her mind. Fantasies harmed no one and they kept her libido high for Roger's benefit. "I find it a bit surprising that someone like you needs someone like me, though," she flirted. "Actually, it isn't for me, it's for my wife," Thomas said as he reached into the pocket of his jacket and withdrew a photo. The woman in the picture was a sunny-faced strawberry blonde who appeared to be somewhat younger than Thomas. "This is her photo, lovely, isn't she?" "Yes, very," Sienna nodded, looking at the picture of the adorable young woman. "If she's your wife, why are you looking for a companion for her?" "I suppose I should give you some of the back-story, shouldn't I?" Thomas smiled as he made himself comfortable in the large, plush chair Sienna had purchased for her reception area. "I'm a college professor and lecturer and I'm 40. My wife was one of my students and, against all the rules, we had an affair. I found myself falling in love with Marz - her name is Marzia, but she was an astronomy nut as a kid and everyone called her Marz, so it stuck. I proposed and to my great surprise, she said yes. I never would have imagined that someone nearly half my age would marry me, but she did and we're very happy together," he explained. "I see, but now I fail to understand why you're looking for a companion for her if you're both happy," Sienna said, puzzled. "I'm getting to that. You see, our sex life is very passionate. Marz is a woman of incredible passions and being younger than I, she - wears me out," he laughed gently. "She could have sex 10 times a day and still want more," he told Sienna. "A woman after my own heart," Sienna thought to herself as she let her new client continue. "Marz is loyal to a fault and she would never cheat on me, but I think she needs more than I am capable of providing," Thomas continued. "She suggested we join a Swing Club and herein lies the problem. I lecture a lot and am away a lot. I would be willing to let her swing, but I don't have the time to devote to the `lifestyle', as I'm given to understand it is called. My wife refuses to participate without me, but I want her sexually satisfied. Marz had admitted to being bi-curious and I know she would love a threesome, but we don't know anyone in our social circle that we could approach. Marz is also a little bit shy in that regard, despite her - wild streak in bed. So, I thought that I could perhaps find a woman or a couple with whom she could become comfortable enough with to live out her fantasies and keep her company when I'm on the lecture circuit," he concluded. Sienna flashed him another bright smile and stretched out again. Had things been a bit different, she might have volunteered herself. "Marz" was an adorable little pixie. "You realize that my services aren't cheap?" Sienna told him, trying to ascertain whether or not he was fully committed to the idea. "I'm not worried about the costs," Thomas responded. "I earn a very good living; I just want Marz to have whatever it is she needs. Do you think that you can help me with this?" "As a matter of fact, yes," Sienna smiled happily. "Normally, I have my new clients film a video profile, but that won't work in your case. Fortunately, I had a couple come in here the other day looking for a woman to enjoy. If you like, I can show you their profile and if they meet your criteria, I'll contact them and set something up. Interested?" "Very." Sienna showed him the profile of the attractive couple. Their names were Dana and Paul Masters. Paul was a 6'2" surfer god and his wife Dana was a 5'4" brunette with curves that had curves of their own. Dana was the older of the pair by 6 years. Both possessed a strong animal magnetism that Sienna felt when they entered her office. She had found herself entranced with the handsome young couple and was confident that they would have no trouble finding what it was they were looking for. Looking at Thomas as he watched their video, she knew that she had made a match. If this worked as she thought it would, she had already earned her first month's rent on the new office. "Yes," Thomas said when the video finished playing. "Show them Marz's picture and if they're interested, set up a meeting. We can all go to dinner and make it seem like an informal get-together. If my wife likes these people, we'll just let things go the way they should," he smiled at Sienna. Thomas made payment arrangements and left her office. After closing briefly for a long-awaited lunch, Sienna returned to the office and called Paul and Dana. Paul was at work, but Dana was home and came down to chat with Sienna. One look at Marz's picture and the curvy brunette was all smiles. "God, yes," she breathed as she handed the photo back to Sienna. "Set it up as soon as you can." "Don't you want to wait to see if Paul agrees with you?" Sienna questioned. "Paul always agrees with me," Dana smiled. "If he knows what's good for him, that is." Sienna now sensed that it was the curvy brunette who made the decisions for the couple. "Someone this lovely is too beautiful to let get away." She placed her hand on top of Sienna's and the blonde felt her pulse quicken. She knew that it was of tantamount importance for her to remain professional, but the sultry and alluring brunette was a delicious temptation. In a low-cut blouse, skirt and six-inch heels, almost anyone would be easy pickings for one such as Dana. She called Thomas and told him things were now in place and the two of them worked out a meeting between the two couples. Sienna found herself fantasizing about Dana, Marz and gorgeous Paul and she wished that she could be a fly on the wall. They were all such sexy people, she bet when the encounter did take place, it would be legendary. Sienna would have won that bet. The first meeting between the two couples was convivial and the two women hit it off like long-lost sisters. They were openly friendly with each other, with Dana touching Marz's arm constantly and holding her hand. Paul seemed pleasantly pleased with Marz as well, although Thomas could easily see that he deferred to his lovely wife on all things. Marz actually seemed to let her guard down a wee bit and even acted in a risqué manner as the evening progressed. Thomas had rarely seen his wife as relaxed as she was with the handsome couple and he was sure it was a good omen. Thomas and his new "friends" arranged several such evenings, so as not to make Marz suspicious. Nothing malicious was intended on Thomas' part, he just did not want his wife to be self-conscious. Each time he looked at Dana, Thomas felt an urge to make this a foursome, but he wasn't sure he had enough energy for one woman, let alone two. They proceeded with their plan and one evening, Paul and Dana invited the couple dancing. "Sorry, I can't," Thomas said as their scheme unfurled. "I have to fly to California in a few days and I'll be gone for about a week." "Rats," Dana pouted. "I wanted to see that gorgeous wife of yours shake it and I was saving a slow dance for you," Dana said, pressing close. She was quite attracted to the handsome professor and hoped to bed him some day, even if that was not the game plan. Dana didn't really care about that, plans could be changed as far as she was concerned. "Why don't you and Paul take Marz and have a good time?" Thomas said, handing his new friends a wad of bills. "There's no sense in her sitting around missing me when she can be out with you, dancing and having fun." "Sweetheart, I don't know ..." Thomas put up his hand. "I won't hear another word. You go out and dance the night away, let your hair down. Baby, anything goes, I promise not to act like a jealous husband if you enjoy yourself," he chuckled, knowing full well that Dana and Paul would take care of that. Dana had already discussed things over with Paul. Friday night, they took their new playmate to a club where the liquor was cheap and all of the women were usually hot, including the staff. They sat close to the bar and Dana flirted with Lindsey, the bartender, who she knew intimately. The delicious brunette wanted to make it quite obvious to young Marz that she enjoyed the company of women. "Why don't you dance with my husband while I chat with my pretty blonde friend?" Dana teased. "He's got great moves," she told Marz. "Not all of them on the dance floor," she winked at Lindsey, who smiled and nodded in agreement. The gorgeous blonde had fucked Paul several times, although never at the same time as his wife. It was on hers and Dana's "bucket list" though. Dana was using this night as a trial run to see if her handsome, younger husband could handle the pressure of two hot women. Marz smiled and nodded. She hadn't been dancing in a few years. Thomas had many good qualities, but dancing was not one of them. Paul, however, moved like he owned the floor. "How did you get to have such great moves?" She asked him. "Well, I don't like to brag, but I used to dance for Chippendale's," Paul laughed as he put the moves on the gorgeous strawberry blonde. He looked over and saw his wife engaged in deep conversation with Lindsey. Once they got a few more drinks into Marz, he was sure that they could lower her resistance. Dana was watching her husband with delight. She had made a smart choice in marrying the younger man, he had few preconceptions and he towed the line. While he did lack the finesse of an older man - someone like Thomas - he was a stallion in bed, a rutting bull. Tonight would be the night Marz would discover that for herself, with the added bonus of Dana's skilled hands traversing her flesh. After this evening passed, Marz would not be the same woman she had been. To heat things up a little, Dana joined her husband and the girl on the dance floor; moving around Marz and letting herself catch the girl's eye. Her skirt was scandalously short and she had worn no underwear beneath it. She was certain that Marz had seen that, but the girl said nothing. When the music ended, they made their way to a table and began enjoying rather large amounts of alcohol. While Marz's drinks might have seemed sweet and mild, they were really quite potent. At around midnight, her friends insisted that Marz should not bother to take a taxi home. They had plenty of room and besides, Thomas wasn't there. Why not relax a little longer and enjoy the evening? Loosened up to the point of pliable, Marz couldn't think of a reason to object. Marz was impressed by the spacious home in which her new friends lived. She didn't think she should have any more drinks, but Dana and Paul insisted, they wanted some wine and snacks. Not wanting to be ungracious, Marz accepted. She sat in between the sexy couple and enjoyed their company. Only her husband was more handsome than hunky Paul and Dana sure was sexy and so naughty for not wearing anything under her tight, sexy blue dress. Marz wished that she could be more adventurous, like Dana was. "God, you're sexy," Marz said and then, she found herself blushing. Had she actually said that aloud? Seeing Dana's broad grin, she realized that she had. "Which one of us?" Dana teased, running her hand along Marz's bare knee. She knew it wouldn't be much longer now. "Buh-both of you," Marz blurted out. "Paul's tall and tanned and handsome and you're so curvy and luscious. I've always found other women - attractive ..." Marz admitted with a nervous giggle "... but you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen!" "Thank you, baby," Dana grinned, now sure their plan was going to work. "Would you like to do something about it?" "Do? Like what?" "Like this!" Dana grinned and pulled the younger woman closer. Before Marz had a chance to think or move away, her lips were fused to Dana's full, soft lips and Dana's tongue was in her mouth. Marz thought it would feel weird, kissing another woman. It didn't. It felt good, it felt sexy, it felt nice and she wanted more. "Hey, equal time over here," Paul protested as he spun Marz's head around and kissed her with a different kind of passion. Marz found her head going off in several different directions. She was turned on and she knew that she shouldn't be doing all of this without Thomas. The problem with that was that she couldn't help herself and furthermore, she didn't want to stop. "You have lovely, soft lips," Dana flattered the younger woman. "Have you ever kissed a girl before?" Marz shook her head, trying to clear the cobwebs from her brain. "No, I haven't. A few girls made passes at me when I was in university - and I will admit to being curious - but I was so into Thomas that I couldn't see anyone but him. Kissing a girl isn't anything like I thought it would be," she told Dana. "Kissing a woman is very erotic, loving and sensual," Dana explained. "Making love to a woman is even more so. Come with me, let's make love and I'll prove it to you. Let me take you on an erotic journey you won't ever forget," she offered. "What about Paul? Won't he mind your having sex with someone else?" "Paul and I have an - arrangement," Dana said softly. "If you're so concerned with his well-being, why don't we let him watch us? Men love to watch two women making love. I promise, nothing will happen that you don't want to happen," she grinned, knowing full well once Marz got into it, she would be helpless to stop things from going to their ultimate conclusion. "Yes, yes, alright," Marz said as her breathing grew quicker. "Just this once, I want to try it. Please, let's go, I'm so hot that I'm burning up," she almost panted. Dana helped the tipsy young woman to her feet and led her to the bedroom. It had been prepared for this night with soft, clean sheets and intimate, dimmed lighting. Dana climbed into the huge bed and helped Marz in alongside of her. Dana moved her mouth on to Marz's and kissed her, over and over again, with soft, fleeting kisses that were designed to inflame the slender beauty. She watched as Paul undressed and took pride in her husband's masculine beauty. She hadn't told Marz that Paul would be naked too, yet she doubted when Marz saw him that she would voice any objections. For now, the girl was too distracted to notice as Dana's mouth and hands began to work their magic. Her tiny skirt was removed, as was her gauzy blouse. All that remained was her lacy lingerie and high heels. With swift hands, Dana made short work of everything but the stiletto heels her playmate had on. She made a little show of taking one spike in her mouth and licking it. Marz giggled nervously, but Dana could see from the dew on her pussy how turned on she was. Shucking her own clothes, she moved her own curvy form on top of Marz's and pressed their tits together as they kissed and rubbed pussies. Their clits rubbed together and Marz was blissfully unaware of the added weight on the bed until she looked up to see that Paul had joined them. Then she saw - it! Her Thomas was a big man, but Paul was even larger, at least 9 inches in length and a good few inches around. She turned to Dana, who wore a bemused smile. "Do you want it?" She asked. Marz gazed at the bronzed, blonde Adonis who was so very close to her. Even half-erect, his cock was a magnificent specimen. "I shouldn't, but I do," she said timidly. "The two of you are making me do all kinds of crazy things tonight." Dana assured her friend that they were not "making" her do anything, that she had merely been sublimating her own sexual desires. Listening to Dana, it all made sense to Marz. She reached out and drew Paul's cock into her mouth and began sucking on it avidly. Dana looked at her husband's contorted face. "She's that good?" She asked in amazement. "Fuck yeah, Tom's a lucky bastard," Paul said to his wife. Dana got behind Marz and encouraged her with loving words and sensual caresses. It didn't take Paul long to cum and Dana insisted on sharing his spunk with their lover. The two girls tumbled together, kissing and laughing. Dana ran her hands all over Marz's petite frame, just enjoying the delights it brought. She moved the girl into position and they went into a sixty-nine as if Marz had been having sex with women for years. Dana thrilled at the conversion of her young friend and knew the show would inspire her husband. It did, because she saw his cock begin to stir in just a few minutes. Companions 02 When he was ready to fuck Marz, he reached for a condom, but Marz stopped him. "Nuh-uh lover, this girl likes it bareback," she giggled with her own boldness. "Thomas and I aren't ready for kids, so I'm on the pill. Fuck me like a doggy bitch, I'm going to eat your wife. This little bitch wants more pussy." Dana got into position and watched her husband grip Marz by the hips as he did likewise. The conversion of their sexy friend seemed total and complete and she was impressed with Marz's willingness to explore new facets of sex. Once Paul began to fuck Marz, she went to town on Dana and the brunette groaned in pleasure. There was surely no doubt that Marz was made for sex like this, full out and unrestrained. Dana was sure that if Paul could see his wife at this moment, he would not be able to help himself from joining in the festivities. Sooner or later, she was going to fuck the handsome man, hopefully with Marz's blessing. For now, all she cared about was orgasms, blissful, wonderful orgasms, as many as she could get. Sienna got two phone calls a few days later. Dana and Paul were ecstatic over the way things had gone and happy to have made two new friends. They still wanted to keep their profiles active. "Why stop here?" Dana had said with a chuckle. Thomas called and said when he got home, his wife had almost jumped him and he hadn't had dinner until nearly midnight. She still wasn't saying what had happened, but he thought he could guess, he chuckled as he related the story to Sienna. With the funds deposited in the bank, Sienna had now made a slight profit. Not only that, she felt good about her new vocation. Helping people find new sexual pleasure and loving companions gave her a sense of self-satisfaction and it was going to improve the quality of her life. Roger's too, as he would discover when she arrived home later that evening.