0 comments/ 38412 views/ 1 favorites Just The Three Of Us By: VixenLaFlamme (All names are fictional and not based on actual people.) I'm one of those girls you often hear referred to as 'cute' and sometimes 'perky'. But unlike many I really don't mind the terminology. My hair is short and dark-brown, and I have a slightly turned-up nose. My eyes are seductively blue, and my smile (so I've been told), makes me inviting, fun and approachable. I try to stay in shape by working out which keeps my waist quite slim, buns tight, and yes well, my breasts standing at attention. I've had my share of boyfriends and of course, the hurt that accompanies relationships as well. But at the age of twenty-four, I was heart-broken over losing both my three-year live-in lover and my job all over one little incident. I filled my life with hard lots of hard work and studying, and even joined a health club. There is where I met my "Mr. Perfect". John was a big, strong, very nice looking guy. The cliché "tall, dark, and handsome" comes to mind. The health club was actually located near my apartment, which was very convenient for me. I made sure I was always near him as he instructed during the classes. After weeks of my outrageous flirting and teasing him, he finally asked me out. But he quickly informed me the date was business for he had a proposition for me. It turned out that he was a partner of the health club as well as instructor, and he wanted me to become an instructor as well. He stated, "I was good with people". I found myself thinking, 'What hot-blooded female wouldn't want to work out around beautiful bodies every day?' The only drawback I could foresee was that I had to work with the customers who could not arrive until after six pm. But he quickly informed me that if I worked from six until nine pm that I would get paid double. It was even more enticing because I could continue going to business school in the mornings, and work as a receptionist in a real estate office from one to five pm. I said 'yes' to the offer and could tell that John was surprised. But what surprised me was his change of attitude. He admitted that he thought I was trying to stay in shape for a boyfriend. Obviously, since I was willing to work those types of hours, and after detailing my busy schedule to him, he realized that I did not have time for any type of serious relationship. During the course of the next few weeks, John told me about how he had been hurt by his ex-fiancée after she had broken their engagement to suddenly marry a prominent attorney. It had taken him a long time to start dating again, and he was still cautious of becoming that close again because the fear of rejection and hurt uppermost in his mind. The instructor job was working out beautifully. In fact, I guess people liked some of my own moves and music for soon I had a waiting list for my classes. I was very excited. So, it wasn't long before I was able to quit the real estate job. The day I went to tell the manager, he did not mince words. "Donna, with your body and outgoing attitude, you could become one of the top agents in the company if not the state. You are welcome back anytime." I giggled and said "I may take you up on it sometime." As I left the office and said "Thanks", he couldn't resist giving me a caressing pat on my ass. I smiled at him figuring why burn my bridges. One Friday night after class, I invited John for pizza and asked if he liked sexy movies. I was starving for both pizza and some good sex...not necessarily in that order. I was surprised that John had never watched one of those movies with anyone but the guys. He was instantly attracted to the idea. As we both arrived at my apartment, I put a bottle of wine on ice, set out wine glasses, and called for the pizza to be delivered. Then I went to change into my "watching-my-sex-movie outfit" (as I like to call it). I undressed quickly and put on my red silk crotchless panties, long net stockings, red high heels, and finally a short black see through robe completed my outfit. I don't know why but this outfit always made me feel sensuous. My nipples were very erect as I strutted back into the living. I wasn't sure of what John's reaction would be. He was standing pouring the cold wine when I walked into the room. He almost fainted when he saw me. His hands were actually trembling as he finished filling the glasses. When the knock came on the door I could barely contain my smile as he hid partially behind the door as he paid for the pizza. His bulge was quite evident and honestly it was hard to keep my eyes from him. He carried the pizza to the sofa table. "I'll finish setting this up if you would like to strip down to your underwear and get comfortable." I was letting him know he was in for a night of sensual delight just in case he hadn't figured it out by now. My collection of movies was actually as varied as a movie store. Watching them was my way of relaxing, but it had been me and my vibrator for so many months now I lost count. Oh yes, I had plenty of offers but wanted someone I was certain did not play around a lot or was attached. A glass of wine, some pizza, conversation, and a bit more wine, and I clicked the 'play' button on the VCR. The movie was about a big-breasted red-headed female detective and her well-hung male partner. John's long thick cock soon jumped free of his jockey shorts, and I swung one of my stocking clad legs over his as I began stroking his gorgeous cock. He pulled me closer so he could play with my breasts that were aching to be fondled. I reached under the cushion for my trusty vibrator and just as I began teasing my pussy with the buzzing beauty, a lesbian duo went into an eating frenzy on the screen. John began moaning and said, "Oh man, I love watching that". I wasn't sure if he meant me with the vibrator, or the two beauties driving each other crazy with their vibrating tongues. I worked the vibrator in and out of my juicy pussy and had just managed to wrap my warm lips around the head of his swollen cock when he began to cum like a volcano. I licked him and kept sticking my tongue into the wine, cooling his now half-hard cock. My cunt muscles were still enjoying the vibrator and I placed his fingers on my clit. My ass was bouncing wildly, half on his thigh and half on the cushion. John's fingers suddenly left my pussy so I frantically rubbed my clit with my own hand as one tumultuous orgasm after another ripped through me. When I began to calm down just a bit, I began dipping my fingers into the wine and massaging the cool liquid around the lips of my still pulsing pussy. I noticed John grab the remote and was replaying the lesbian scene...even clicking 'pause' so he could really study the technique. 'Oh boy,' I thought, 'This guy's gonna lick me all night long and he wants to know all the tricks.' I licked my juice off the vibrator and pushed that little beauty into the ice bucket. "Do you have any more movies of women?" he asked surprising me. I figured that if watching women turns him on, we were in for one great relationship. I wasn't inexperienced with the fact of women satisfying women, and to tell the truth, the thought had crossed my mind of sucking nipples and licking a delicious pussy. This was going to be like paradise on earth. I put in a scenic video filmed in Italy with two Italian lovelies with gorgeous bodies... which placed us in one of the most erotic, passionate, yet tender movies I'd ever seen. I had not seen this movie yet as it was one of the newer ones....but the entire scene had us both involved in their lives. We even forgot the other was in the room...for we were 'there' ...right there, with those two magnificent women. I barely noticed that John was slowly jacking off and I doubt he knew I was lovingly massaging and fingering myself, keeping time with the action on the screen. I wished, well....I wanted to be with both of those dazzling women. I must have cum three times and when it ended, only then did I fill my mouth with John's luscious hard cock. We decided, after some zealous lovemaking, that he would move in with me, but I made him promise not to use up all his love juice watching the videos while I was working. He was ecstatic with the arrangement, and so was I. Of ten when I came home, he would have a beautiful meal ready and the apartment sparkled. He said he had to keep himself busy or he wouldn't be able to resist watching that movie. Even the mention of it brought back vision enough to send us both into a fucking frenzy. So I knew he was keeping his promise. I had a burning desire every since watching that beautiful and sensual movie... to at least one time feel a pair of female thighs wrapped around my neck...to experience another woman's lips and tongue performing that special magic only known to women. John had also expressed this on several occasions that he too...would like to see this. In my business class there just happened to be a long-legged busty blond girl who had made it known that she was attracted to me. She had been eyeing me for weeks but this particular morning after an enormous sexual night in John's arms, I couldn't seem to stop staring at her huge breasts. She caught me looking and smiled at me with her perfect white teeth. Then she reached down and cupped one of her breasts and squeezed while her tongue licked her lips. It was ....an open invitation. I boldly walked over to her at the end of class and said, "I know your name is Lucille, and I just had to meet you. I'm Donna, and...I couldn't wait any longer." "Me either Donna," she laughingly said. "Your place or mine?" As we walked out I told her about John. I felt like jumping through the fluffy white clouds floating above us when she said, "I guess I'm an exhibitionist, and I love to watch, too. But if you want me to fuck John, you may as well forget it. I'll do everything but that." I called John at work to tell him he would have to get another instructor for the evening, but he had news for me. It turned out that they were installing some new equipment and my class was going to be cancelled anyway. He had even arranged for me to get paid! My world couldn't have been any better that day. Lucille and I put a roast in the oven and set the table so we could have a good meal when John came home. She was actually a better cook that I was. She even threw a carrot cake together. We had a couple of hours before John came home. We really tried to stay away from each other, I wanted so much to save it so John could watch. But it didn't work. I cant' remember now how, or when it happened, but suddenly my mouth was sucking her breasts...moving from one to the other. Just as suddenly, I felt this exquisite flicking sensation in my pussy and wondered how I had spun like a top from her breasts to a position where I could taste the love juice in her inviting love nest. Her fingers wiggled deep in my juicy cunt while she gave me little love nips on my inner thighs, and planted kisses on the cheeks of my ass. I spread the lips of her pussy with both hands and ran my tongue as deep as I could. We cum together in a screaming, joyous climax. I turned to rest my head on her beautiful big tits, and we almost got started again but the oven bell went off. Lucille went in and showered while I prepared the table for dinner. She came out, fully dressed and looking so fresh and cool...I was shocked. "You supplied me with great energy juice," she giggled into my ear as I blushed. "I'll shower and you can frost your cake before I give into my urge to rip that skirt off and suck more of those delicious juices of yours." She laughed, raising her skirt and gave me a bump and grind routine. I headed for the shower smiling. I hadn't bothered to look at the clock, and really didn't even think about it...so I took my time in the shower. I even played with myself in the shower bringing myself to yet another orgasm as I rubbed harder and harder with the soap. When I heard voices I thought, 'Oh no..John's home and he'll wonder what's going on.' As I padded to the bedroom, I was surprised to hear the voices coming from in there. I stopped short, and peeked in the partly-open door. John was standing with his back to the door and he was bare-assed naked. His movement and moans left no doubt that he was nearing the throes of a good cum. And oh, I didn't want him jacking off ...not tonight! He was going to need his energy! I pushed the door open. John wasn't jacking off....Lucille was on her knees giving him a blow job! "Lucy," I gasped, "You said you didn't like men. I uhhhh..." Lucille, surprised, opened her mouth wide while John's cock plopped out of her mouth. John started to speak, "Now Donna," but Lucille interrupted him with a raised hand. "No sweet thing. I said 'I didn't want John fucking me'. I still don't. See...I get some kind of energy...a shot of adrenalin or something from sucking people off...men or women. They need to be in really great shape though. That's why I was so attracted to you. And John here too. Are you upset?" She now looked like she might cry and I felt a rush of love wash over me. I had never seen her without that beautiful smile. I looked at John, who was pulling on his pants. He looked as if he had committed some crime. I began giggling and opened my arms to both of them, which caused the towel to drop to the floor. We all hugged and the next thing I knew, John had one of my nipples in his mouth and Lucy was using her tongue on the other one. "C'mon," I laughed. "Let's grab some of that dinner and then get into the fun and games." John, hard again, agreed but asked if both Lucille and I would eat dinner in sexy outfits. Our appetites were ravenous, and John feasted his eyes as well as his stomach...watching me in red and Lucille in black. Lucy and I later put on a show for John. He cum once as he watched out tongues exploring each other, teasing him as if he were a camera...and again when observing us taking a flight into the fantastic world of multiple orgasms. We then concentrated on John. I sucked out more of her love juice when she pulled John out of my pussy and sucked his cock into her mouth just before he cum. We've all been living together for over a year now and it's been nothing but happiness and satisfaction. John and I are in great shape...and Lucille is a bundle of energy. Life is wonderful except for losing my job as an instructor. Both John and Lucy feel I get enough exercise with them. I guess that's life...one can't have everything. Just The Three of Us Chapter One Like anything unexpected, it started small. Ron had always known that his wife, Elaine, was extremely tactile in her affections. She just couldn't keep her hands to herself. When they'd first started dating in college, no matter where they were or what they were doing, she'd find some way to touch him. She'd run her fingers through his hair, stroke the nape of his neck, hold his hand, drape her arm across his back and lightly massage his shoulder, tease up and down his calf with her foot -- a never-ending repertoire of physical affection, albeit tame enough that no one thought much of it. And he certainly wasn't complaining! Elaine was a stunning, outgoing woman. She loved to laugh, and the combination of her mischievous grin and luscious body made her sexy as hell. Ron got used to the leers that complete strangers and even some of his friends cast her way. He even basked in the satisfaction of knowing that this hot little babe who had all the guys drooling over her couldn't resist lavishing him with physical attention. Besides, it all seemed pretty normal. Elaine was just affectionate -- or, as her girlfriends liked to say, "touchy-feely". However, not too long into their marriage, Ron would discover to his delight exactly how wild and uninhibited "touchy-feely" could get. At first, it seemed innocent enough. They'd be lying together on the beach near their home, tanning their backs on a lazy weekend day, and Elaine would rest her hand on Ron's ass. After a while, unable to keep still, her fingers would slowly caress his firm cheeks. Still, it wasn't anything too risque, even for a crowded, neighborhood beach. The first time she teased his crotch while they were sunbathing, though, he lazily swatted her hand away. "What do you think you're doing?" he grumbled, half asleep from the sun. "Teasing," came her playful reply. Her hand stole back to his crotch and she circled a fingernail over the outline of his tip. With a jolt, Ron was rock hard and dangerously close to poking out of his swimsuit. "Great," he groaned. "You give me a boner when we can't do anything about it." At her mischievous giggles, Ron scolded, "Sweetheart, you are, by definition, a cock tease." "Yeah, but I'm your cock tease," she purred, rolling on her side to drape an arm across his chest and nibble just beneath his ear. Ron had grumbled about her sadistic streak for a while after that, until one weekend out in the Lake District turned his entire world on its head. He and Elaine loved being out on the water. They both dreamed of saving up and one day buying a sailboat, but in the meantime they rented canoes or went out in their inner tubes. In the summer, they could spend an entire afternoon bumming around on the lake, having absolutely no desire to putter around with yard work or home improvement projects like so many of their neighbors. It was on just such an afternoon, under a stunning blue sky, as they lay stretched out on the floor of a rental boat, lulled into pure bliss by the gentle rocking of the waves, when Ron felt his wife's impish, roaming fingers tease at his crotch. He was just about to grouse at her for getting him all worked up when her hand worked its way underneath the elastic waistband of his shorts and began stroking his hardening cock. Ron's hips bucked and he let out a low hiss. "Jesus, that feels good," he gasped. Smiling, Elaine propped herself up on one elbow and tugged his shorts part-way down his hips, allowing his cock to spring free. Ron's eyes widened in delighted awe as she bent her head toward his straining flesh and licked the tip in a long, wet stroke, letting her velvet tongue coil around him like a serpent seducing its mate. Just the feel of her hot little mouth panting on his cock sent his brain into near-meltdown. Fanning her fingers affectionately over his balls and around the base of his shaft, Elaine closed her mouth around Ron's cock and sucked him in deep. She set up a firm, rhythmic pull with her hand while she worked her hot, wet mouth up and down, occasionally swirling her tongue over the fleshy crown or nudging the tender 'V' of skin just beneath the tip. Soon, Ron's rigid length was agonizingly swollen and throbbed beneath her frenzied efforts to milk him and suck him completely dry. As his mind floated in an erotic haze, Ron thought he heard the roar of a speedboat engine. Dizzy with his impending release, he nonetheless managed to crane his head to the side and open his eyes. He hadn't imagined it; there was indeed a speedboat approaching fast, carrying a load of college guys. Ron wasn't sure if Elaine knew they were about to have an audience, but he was so close, he couldn't even form coherent words, much less think about warning her. There was no way in hell the bobbing motion of her head directly over his crotch could be mistaken for anything other than what it was. Any guy old enough to have experienced head could recognize a blow job in progress. And sure enough, as the speedboat swept past them, kicking up a wake that rocked their little rowboat, a chorus of hoots and catcalls rose up. Ron glanced down, worried that Elaine would suddenly break off out of sheer embarrassment. When her determined, aroused gaze met his, he thought he'd never seen a more beautiful sight in his life. His wife knew they'd been seen, knew that those guys could circle back for another view of her pleasuring his cock, and it didn't even slow her down. In fact, from having seen her writhing in ecstasy beneath him more nights than he could count, Ron could tell from her expression that she was deeply aroused. That was all it took. Balls drawing up tight, Ron fired a hot stream of cum into his wife's eager mouth. His hips jerked violently as he fed her several more rounds of his seed, all of which she drank down like a glutton. Distantly, he could hear cheers and applause from their impromptu audience. When Ron finally mustered the energy to open his eyes, he saw Elaine gazing at him with devilish affection, her cheek resting on his inner thigh while one hand trailed lazily over his hipbone. The image would be forever emblazoned in his memory of the first time he and Elaine would tap into her inner exhibitionist. "I can't believe we just did that," Ron murmured, still dazed. "I like sex," Elaine shrugged, her eyes never leaving his. She ran her palm over his abdomen and chest. "And I love your body. I don't care who sees." Ron basked in the glow of her uninhibited affection, although he wasn't quite sure what turned her on so fiercely. He'd always thought he was pretty average: not flabby, but not really athletic, either. Maybe a little taller than most, and fairly broad-shouldered. But if Elaine thought he was not only fuckable, but good enough to warrant incredible oral sex in the middle of a lake, he certainly wasn't going to argue with her! However, he was definitely interested to see how far this little exhibitionist streak went. So, after years of reaping the benefits of her constant need to touch him, Ron decided to step things up from his end. He'd always returned her affection, quite happy to wrap his arm around her or offer an answering caress in response to her tactile overtures. But it was a question of discovering if she felt the same way about him loving her body where others could see as she felt about her loving his body. Chapter Two The perfect opportunity came not too much later, when they flew to New Orleans for a trade show in mid-September that Ron had to attend on behalf of his company. It was their first time ever to the celebrated city, and in true tourist fashion, they hit the French quarter at their earliest opportunity. Bourbon Street surpassed even their most outrageous expectations. Despite the fact that colleges and universities were back in session, diminishing the usual crush of summer partygoers, the street was packed with drunken revelers, all of whom seemed to be trying to outdo each other in their flamboyant displays. To Ron, it looked like something straight out of one of those 'Girls Gone Wild' amateur videos. There was definitely something in the air. Maybe it was the heat, thick and sultry even hours after the sun had set. Or the noise of the bars and the street. And then again, it could just be the mood of the crowd. Ron had *definitely* smelled pot a couple of times. Elaine was already nicely buzzed, having sampled a local rum concoction called a Hurricane, which Ron found way too sweet. As Ron walked hand-in-hand with her down the middle of Bourbon Street, past jazz bars and night clubs, every now and then they were confronted by boisterous crowds of guys chanting for a woman in their midst to raise her top and jiggle her tits. "Think you could ever do that?" Ron asked Elaine. She laughed and reached up to undo the tie of her halter-top. "Hey, when in Rome..." When she dropped the front of her halter-top and shimmied her round, full breasts, whoops and hollers echoed from surrounding admirers. Ron couldn't resist. He cupped her fleshy mounds in his palms and squeezed appreciatively, lightly rolling her thick, hardened nipples with the pads of his thumbs. The whoops and hollers got even louder. One of the more adventurous bystanders approached and asked if he could get a feel. Elaine glanced at Ron, and seeing the naked lust in his eyes, turned toward the unknown man and offered her chest to his eager touch. As the young stranger fondled her shamelessly, Ron felt his cock swell thick and full in his jeans. The sight of his wife's body being groped and explored right in front of him was arousing beyond belief. Later, in their hotel room, Ron confessed how hot it had gotten him, which led to one of the most open discussions he and Elaine had had in years. "I know why it made me hot," Elaine murmured as she lay beside him on the bed, stroking her fingers along his bare chest. "What did it for you?" "Wait, what made it hot for you? I wanna hear this," Ron demanded, grinning as he arched an eyebrow. "Hmmm...It was more than the touching," Elaine began thoughtfully, letting her hand wander down his side, over his hip and to his inner thigh. "It was being the focus of that much desire. There was something really erotic about being wanted so much, even by a stranger, that he had to put his hands on me. But the fact that you wanted to see him do it practically had me throbbing." "Yeah?" Ron could barely choke out his response. Elaine's honesty sent shivers through him, and it didn't hurt that she'd been massaging the crux of his thigh while she spoke. She nibbled at the corner of her lip for a moment, a mannerism that Ron knew well. Elaine always did it when she wasn't quite sure if she should say something. Whatever it was, though, he had a hunch that he *really* wanted to hear it. "I liked..." Her voice was soft, deceptively shy, considering how confident Elaine had always been about her sexuality. She sounded more like a blushing virgin than the adventurous sex kitten who had flashed her tits not two hours ago, which only got him harder. "I liked feeling so desirable that you didn't just want to touch me, you wanted to see my body being touched...I can't explain it..." Ron exhaled a slow, shaky breath that he hadn't even realized he'd been holding. He wanted to bury himself in Elaine and fuck her senseless. In her own way, what his gorgeous, confident wife was struggling to tell him was that she got a thrill over the idea that he saw her as a sex object. It was something she'd never admit to openly: she was far from a dumb bimbo. Elaine definitely had a sense of independence. So it floored him to realize how deeply she trusted him, if she'd found the nerve to confide that particular fantasy to him. As much as he wanted to roll her beneath him and sink his straining cock into her hot depths, Ron knew there would never be a better opportunity to share one of his own, secret fantasies with her. "I love you," he murmured before claiming her lips in a deep, urgent kiss. Gradually, he kissed his way over to her ear and began fondling her bare tits with one hand. As he teased one tender peak from round, feather-soft quiescence to hard, aroused points, he whispered, "I love you, and I love your body. You're beautiful when you're being touched. You don't hide anything. And I love seeing that." Elaine's breathing deepened and took on that urgent cadence that Ron had come to know as one of the signs that she was getting really, really turned on. He had to wonder at the guys who thought that there was some "mystery" to satisfying a woman. They had to be blind. His hand wandered down to the juncture of his wife's thighs. Willingly, she eased them open for him and he slid a finger between her moist, clingy lips. "I'd love to see more. When that guy was fondling you, I started wondering what it would be like if he felt you up under your panties." Ron illustrated his fantasy by gliding his finger along Elaine's naked slit. "I imagined everything: how your legs would part just a little, what your face would look like when you felt him slide a finger inside you." Elaine let out a scarcely audible whimper as Ron dipped his finger in her pussy. Slowly, he moved it in and out of her and was rewarded when her face flushed with just the naked lust he'd imagined. "All that, just from seeing him play with your tits. God, I couldn't stop myself. Every thought got me harder. I wondered if you'd let him finger you until you came." Ron felt a warm trickle of moisture drip down his finger as Elaine's body yielded to his touch and to the erotic lure of his words. Her eyes were half-closed and her body was wet for him. But it definitely worked both ways. Whispering his dark fantasy in his wife's ear, seeing how it affected her, had gotten him unbelievably hard. So hard, he was afraid he might cum when he finally said the words to her. Knowing this, he moved between her thighs and positioned his weeping tip at her slick, welcoming pussy. Easing into her at last felt so good he could barely keep his voice steady. "But the best...the hottest...was when I pictured him fucking you." Elaine let out a soft moan and thrust her hips up, taking him in as deep as he could go. Ron nearly collapsed. He loved the soft resistance of her tight walls, just before they gave way to his cock; loved the juicy smack as he pulled back; loved how the dewy evidence of her desire leaked from her tight pussy and smeared all over his balls each time they slapped up against her. "That would be the ultimate fantasy," he choked out as Elaine's moans intensified and her hips bucked even harder against his. He drove his cock home with each word. "I'd love to watch another man fuck you." "Oh God, Ron!" Elaine gasped, her eyes squeezing shut as her feminine walls clenched in ecstasy around his relentless staff. Her pleasure triggered a chain reaction. Ron's balls drew up in answering release, flooding her depths with stream after stream of his warm seed. They lay together, sweaty and spent, for several moments. At last, when Ron eased out of his wife's body, he gazed wordlessly at her and brushed stray strands of hair out of her face, waiting to hear what she'd say now that the moment of passion had passed. "Would you really want to watch me have sex with someone else?" Elaine asked softly, her eyes searching his. Nodding, Ron said, "Yeah...although I think I'd want to do more than watch. If we're talking no-holds-barred fantasy, I'd want you to take us both on." For a breathless, heart-stopping eternity, Elaine said nothing, merely looked at him. Slowly, her lips curved in a hesitant, but soon emboldened, grin. "I think maybe, under the right circumstances...I could do it." Chapter Three The right circumstances, it turned out, were named Adam Townsend. Ron had worked with Adam for five years now and had been fairly good friends with him for four of them. They had enjoyed a drink after work occasionally, and once, two years ago, Adam and his wife Sasha had invited Ron and Elaine to spend the weekend up at their cabin on the lake. But in the past six months, Ron had watched with concern as Adam retreated into a shell, burying himself in work and staying late at the office. Something was definitely wrong, but Adam deflected all of Ron's tactful offers to hash it out over a beer with weary assurances that it was just the pressure of deadlines on a few of his projects, that was all. However, not long after the phenomenal weekend in New Orleans, Adam finally took Ron up on his offer, confessing he needed more than a beer. This was Scotch material. Ron called Elaine and told her he'd be home from work a little later than usual. Seated at the far end of the bar, four empty glasses and two recently filled ones in front of them, Adam finally opened up. "Sasha and I are getting a divorce." For a moment, Ron merely started in disbelief. Then, after releasing a long, heavy sigh he said, "Adam, I'm sorry, man. That's really rough." Adam nodded, staring blankly at his Scotch. "Last April, I found out she'd been cheating on me. She tried to convince me that it was only that one time, but when I started checking around, it turned out that she'd been having an affair with this guy for over a year." He raised the glass and took a deep draught. "Unless something comes up, we sign the final papers in two weeks." When Adam set his empty glass down on the bar, the cold, flat sound echoed in Ron's ears. He really felt for his friend. To think that he'd been carrying this around for months without telling anyone about it. They drank for another hour, and as Adam confessed how miserable his home life had been for the better part of six months, and how long it had been since he'd had sex, an idea began to form in Ron's mind. After extracting a promise from Adam that he'd take a cab home rather than driving, Ron piled into one himself. That night in bed, he recounted the entire conversation to Elaine, right down to Adam's bitter description of having gone in for at least three tests to make sure his soon-to-be ex-wife hadn't contracted anything from her lover and passed it along to him. "Jeez," Elaine murmured. "Thank God he's okay. That would be horrible if she'd infected him on top of everything else." "Yeah, although it would have had to have happened close to a year ago. Adam said that he and Sasha stopped having sex sometime around last December." Hearing Elaine's soft murmur of sympathy, Ron finally sprang his idea on her. "Hon, do you remember what we talked about in New Orleans?" Elaine pulled away from him a little and propped herself up on one elbow, her long, chestnut hair cascading down over her shoulders. Her brow was furrowed in concern. She definitely knew what Ron was going to suggest, even before he said it. "Are you sure about this, Ron? Because I am not going to take advantage of someone who is hurting like that just so we can get off. I mean, poor Adam! That would be really sleazy. I love you, sweetheart, and I definitely do sex, but I don't do sleazy." "Me neither," Ron assured her with a kiss. "But think about it. Adam probably hasn't enjoyed the touch of a woman in months. He closed himself off by focusing on work. Tell you what? We'll start having him over and see how he acts. We're his friends. At the very least, he'll probably appreciate the company. He's been pretty much alone for a long time." "Okay," Elaine agreed. "But if he seems even a little uncomfortable, we don't push him." A few nights later, they put their plan into motion. Ron invited Adam over for dinner -- nothing special, just pasta and a few bottles of good red wine. After some initial awkwardness, when it was clear to Ron and Elaine that Adam was remembering earlier gatherings like this with Sasha, the mood gradually lightened. The three of them swapped embarrassing stories and laughed as the wine flowed freely. Just The Three of Us Elaine flirted subtly with Adam and Ron alike all evening, and she had dressed for her part. Going for enticing rather than obvious, she'd slipped into a comfortable but flattering pair of jeans and a svelte, black, lambs wool sweater that buttoned down the front. It was one she didn't wear often because of its annoying tendency to come unbuttoned on its own, but tonight that was a distinct, tactical advantage. Underneath the clingy sweater she wore a red, satin shelf-bra trimmed in black lace. As expected, the usual, simple motions of reaching across the table for bread or pulling another bottle of wine from the rack caused the tiny, mother-of-pearl buttons on Elaine's sweater to pop open, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of satin and soft, curved flesh. Ron and Elaine flashed each other a knowing smile after it became obvious that Adam's gaze was wandering more and more toward Elaine's chest. Elaine stepped up her flirtation, giving Adam friendly hugs and playful swats on the cheek. Adam didn't really reciprocate, but he looked happier than Ron had seen him in months. Deciding he wanted a clear signal before they proceeded any further, Ron followed Elaine into the kitchen to help serve up dessert. When he was sure Adam was watching, he caught his wife around the waist and slipped his free hand under her sweater. Elaine flashed him a conspiratorial smile before letting her head sag back and moaning softly, but just enough to be overheard. Ron fondled her openly, easing her pert nipple just above its satin casing, but not so long as to cause suspicion that it had been anything other than a spontaneous grope. Over dessert, Adam seemed a little more withdrawn, but when he looked at Ron or Elaine there was a hint of envy in his eyes. More dinners followed, along with movie nights and even an impromptu, after-work get-together at a downtown nightclub to hear a local jazz trio. On each occasion, Elaine showered Adam with the same physical affection she lavished on her husband. When they watched movies, she would ask Ron for a neck massage and as planned, he would turn her down so that she ended up sitting between Adam's legs while he worked imaginary knots out of her neck and shoulders. At the nightclub, she spent as much time sitting on Adam's lap as she did Ron's. It was that night that she felt the hard length of his erection against her ass as she rested against his chest. Even in the din of a crowded club, with a smoking hot band in the middle of a set, Elaine heard Adam's aching moan when she wiggled on his lap. She twisted to look him directly in the eye, then ground herself deliberately over his hard-on. Adam's eyes widened in shocked lust, but instead of pushing her away, his hands tightened on her hips. There would never be a better time to move the plan forward. Elaine wrapped her arms around Adam's neck, leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Wouldn't it be fun to go up to your cabin this weekend, spend some time at the lake, just the three of us?" Adam gaped uncertainly at her, then saw that Ron was watching both of them. Elaine's suggestion had been too quiet for Ron to hear, but he realized that something was up and smiled reassuringly at his friend. When Elaine grasped Adam's hand, slowly drew it between her legs and pressed it at the apex of her thighs, Ron's grin widened in unmistakable approval. It was like a light bulb went off above Adam's head. A delighted, knowing smile stretched across his face as he answered, "Yeah. I think that's a great idea, Elaine. Just the three of us." They left right after work on Friday. Elaine met Ron and Adam at their office building, and before dusk they were unpacking their overnight bags in one of the cabin's two bedrooms. Adam hadn't so much as batted an eyelash when Ron carried his and Elaine's gear into Adam's room. And when Elaine reached up to cup him behind the head and pull him into a slow, sensual kiss, Adam responded with unrestrained hunger. When they broke the kiss, Adam turned his attention toward Ron, who was leaning against the door frame, the stirrings of lust evident in his expression. "Is this okay?" Adam asked, still uncertain. Ron nodded and explained, "I've been fantasizing about watching Elaine have sex with another man for a while now. I'd rather have it be you than someone neither of us knows." As Ron spoke, Elaine began unbuttoning her blouse, easing it apart to reveal a pink lace bra so sheer that her stiffening nipples and dusky areolas were visible beneath. She let the blouse slip to the floor and tugged Ron's hands up to her breasts. "Ron and I both want this," she murmured. "Go ahead...touch me." A choked whimper rose from Adam's throat as he squeezed Elaine's breasts, the nipples hard against his palms. Ron crossed to the overstuffed armchair in the corner and sat down. Adam alternated between ravishing Elaine's mouth with urgent kisses and staring raptly as he uncovered her naked flesh. First her full, round breasts when he unclasped her bra, then her shapely legs as he slid down her pants, and finally her damp, springy curls when he knelt and slowly peeled down her tiny thong. With the scrap of lace piled at her feet, Adam buried his face at the crux of her thighs. Meanwhile, Ron had removed his pants and boxers and gently stroked his palm up and down his cock while he watched as Elaine's beautiful body was slowly stripped bare. A wave of lust washed over him when Adam eased her onto the bed, spread her thighs wide apart and lowered his mouth to her pussy. The throaty groans she made as Adam fucked her with his tongue and sucked on her clit soon had Ron's tip leaking with precum. It was only after he'd coaxed an orgasm out of Elaine that Adam stopped to take off his clothes. Ron, too, paused long enough to yank off his shirt, then resumed stroking his dick as Adam and Elaine rearranged themselves on the bed. Settling himself between her legs, Adam gently bent them back until her knees rested wide open on either side of her chest. The sight of his wife's pink, glistening pussy, raised up and blatantly exposed, sent a jolt straight to Ron's cock and he had to stop pulling himself for fear of coming then and there. As it was, he nearly lost it when Adam pushed his length in Elaine's dripping channel and drove it home. Soon, Ron was jerking himself in time with the fierce thrusting of their hips. He caught fleeting glimpses of Adam's raging cock as it pistoned in and out of Elaine's slick depths, and groaned at the thrill of wondering if Adam would think to pull out, or if he would release his load deep inside Elaine's body. Ron got his answer not long afterward, when Adam suddenly withdrew from Elaine with a strangled moan and spurted thick ropes of cum across her naked belly and tits. The gleam of Adam's pearly seed on Elaine's puckered nipples finally sent Ron over the edge. He came hard, sending an arc of jism up from his seat. Elaine looked pleased for Adam, although Ron could tell that she wasn't fully satisfied. So, after he'd rested, and Elaine and Adam had spent some time kissing and caressing in the afterglow, Ron joined them on the bed. Adam stayed at first. The two friends ran their hands over Elaine's writhing form, sharing the pleasure of working her into an erotic frenzy. Adam slid first two, then three fingers into her pussy and set up a smooth, commanding rhythm that Elaine couldn't help but obey. Her hips followed his lead, rocking against him while she widened her thighs, begging to be filled and fucked. Ron encouraged his wife's wanton display by flicking a quivering nipple with his tongue and then closing his mouth around it and suckling. By the time she was practically arching off the bed in agony, Ron was hard again. He rolled onto his back and guided Elaine over him to straddle his hips. Adam retreated to the chair just as Elaine eased herself down onto her husband's thick cock, spreading her pussy lips with her fingers to accommodate his girth. When he was fully seated in her, she began to ride him, slowly at first, but with a steadily mounting urgency. Intimately familiar with his wife's body and how it looked when she was about to climax, Ron could tell that she was using her position to ram his hard flesh against her G-spot, bringing herself off. He was happy to lie back and let her go. As she got closer and closer, she leaned back, resting her palms below his knees and bucking her hips forward. The new angle raised her flushed, glistening breasts high and caused her dark hair to cascade down behind her. With each forceful thrust, her breasts bounced and she let out a deep, guttural gasp. Soon, a breathy, urgent litany was streaming from her lips. "Oh God, ohgodohgodohgod!!" When Elaine shuddered and cried out her release, both men managed a few, jerky strokes before coming themselves. Adam's cum spilled over his fist, while Ron's fired up into his wife's spasming depths. As he lay recovering beneath his wife, Ron noticed Adam shaking in his seat over in the corner. It sounded deceptively like Adam was hyperventilating, but when Ron spied thin trails of moisture on his friend's cheeks, he realized that Adam was quietly sobbing. "Hey...Adam, are you okay?" Ron asked, suddenly overcome with a sinking feeling that this hadn't been a good idea after all. Elaine gingerly lifted herself off of her husband, crossed toward Adam and crouched in front of him. Running her hand along his thigh, she murmured, "What is it, Adam? Was this too much?" Her question provoked a vehement response as Adam shook his head from side to side. "No! No, not at all...it's just....you don't realize how much this means to me. God, I thought..." He had to pause for several seconds to catch his breath. "When I found out about Sasha's affair, I thought it was me. I thought I wasn't good enough. Thank you." Sighing in relief, Ron chuckled, "Hey, man, it was our pleasure. Believe me." Ron's shit-eating grin was contagious. Soon, all three of them were smiling, then giggling, until finally they wound up bellowing with laughter. When their raucous whoops died down, Elaine planted a long, tender kiss on Adam's lips, then pulled back and declared, "I'm sticky. Who's for a late-night dip in the lake?" With that, she scrambled to her feet and raced out of the room. Ron and Adam exchanged a brief, giddy look and then shot straight after her. END Just the Three of Us After a couple years of chatting and exchanging extremely erotic pictures and fantasies, it was time for us to explore our innermost fantasies. This is a weekend that the three of us would never ever likely to forget. I scurried around the house getting last minute details in order before setting out to what I was hoping would a very memorable meeting of my life. We had decided to meet in a small town just off the interstate in northern Kentucky since that was about half way for all of us. During the hour and a half drive, I couldn’t seem to get the vision of this couple out of my head. They are an early to mid-40’s couple. He is handsome with a very nice build, grey hair and beard. She is slim with long sexy legs, hauntingly erotic eyes, beautiful blonde hair and a very nice ass. I have to be honest that she was the one I was most interested in, and he is just an added bonus. I have spent many nights masturbating just at the mere thought of being with them. I drove on, letting my imagination run wild and free. I can feel the heat starting to rise between my legs and I slid a hand underneath my skirt, touching my bare skin. I spread my legs slightly letting my fingers dance in my dampness. I arrived at the motel at 6:00, about an hour earlier than we had planned. I checked in and told the lady at the desk that a couple would be joining me for the weekend. “Okay.” She said. “We have you booked in a one bed room. I can switch you to a double-bed room if you like.” “No… one bed is definitely what we want.” I told her with a wink and seductive grin. She winked back, smiled and gave me the key. At 7:00 the phone in my room rang and the sultry voice of the desk lady told me that “the rest of your party has arrived.” “Send them up.” I replied and I quickly hung up the phone and checked myself in the mirror. I started to tremble with anxiety as I answered the door. “Hello, come on in,” I said. The “wife” hugged me as walk in, and as she took me in her arms a sudden rush of heat coursed through my body. She pulled me closer, letting her hands run down my back stopping just below my waistline. Then, she gave me a gentle kiss on my cheeks as she slowly released me. It was his turn now, I pulled him close and judging by the firmness I felt against his crotch as I hugged him, I knew that it was definitely going to be a very hot weekend. We sat down at the table and talked for a while. I could not seem to take my eyes off of her. She was absolutely gorgeous in her shorts and tank top. When I could not stand it any longer, I reached over and caressed her thigh. “You have the sexiest legs I have ever seen,” I said and that broke the ice. “Thanks,” she replied, leaning forward she placed both her hands on my knee. “I have been waiting for this for a long time.” She leaned closer letting one of her hands slide slowly up the inside of my thigh, as our lips met in a slow seductive kiss for the first time, we knew that it was time to go to bed. I sat down on the end of the bed, as she stood in front of me and started to undress. I lied back and did the same. When I felt her naked body against mine for the first time, I came very close to having an instant orgasm. Her freshly shaven moist pussy was pressed hard against my thigh and the heat seemed to rise between our bodies as we kissed and fondled each other into pure ecstasy. I found my way on top of her, softly kissing the nape of her neck. A soft moan of pleasure escaped her lips as my lips found their way to her nipples. I took her nipples in my mouth, gently biting them while my tongue teased the tip of each one. I felt her legs spread beneath me and I slowly started letting my hand move down her stomach. Her hips thrusted upward to meet my hand as it found her smooth mound. Her breath quickened and her moans became louder as two of my fingers easily slid inside her. My fingers fucked her slow and deep, taking her to the edge. I needed to taste her, feel her. I moved between her legs, spreading them wider. I felt her hand grabbing the back of my head pulling me towards her and as my tongue touched her clit tasting her wetness, moans of intense pleasure flooded the room. As I continued to pleasure her with my tongue, I felt her husband’s hands grab my hips. Without a single touch, a wave of heat flooded my pussy as he slid his cock deep inside me. Loud moans erupted from my mouth as he fucked me harder and faster. “Oh God, fuck me!” I screamed. I could feel my stomach tighten; I was getting very close. I slid three fingers deep inside her, finger fucking her fast and hard. The screams of pleasure filled the room as she and I came together. My orgasm continued in waves as his cock was thrusting deep inside me. When my entire body stated to quiver, I felt the hot rush of liquid deep inside my cunt. The scent of her sex along with the sensation of his cock buried deep inside me sent me into the most riveting pleasure I have ever felt. And as we all collapsed onto the bed I said, “Just think…we have the rest of the weekend to enjoy.” Just the Three of Us I had just gotten off work from pulling a double shift at the local 'Texaco station.' I was dead tired, wanting to go home and call it a day. My homing device was in full swing and set for going straight to the shower and then climb into bed. I had visions of hibernating till at least noon the next day. As I walked up the steps to my home I felt something hit my heels. I looked back and my ass was dragging. And I promise you ... there is nothing wrong with my tiny tear drop shaped ass other than, it was tired. But to my surprise when I walked in the house, the girl I shared my place with, (nothing had ever happened between us) was in the living room stark naked, with a guy she knew. I was surprised to say the least. But hey I understand, I didn't mind her getting herself some, It was just a surprise. How often do you walk into your home and find two people ... embraced. In their birthday suits. I began to go on to my room but while walking by I couldn't help myself. I had to take a look, okay maybe I didn't have to but I did and standing up all perky and hard, was the nicest pair of nipples I had ever seen. She had a pair of perfect, round, breasts to go with those taught, protruding, tug toys. I knew I should leave but I couldn't tear myself away. She looked so sexy and hot sitting there curled up into sex, was like watching a good soap opera. I wanted ... no wait, I 'HAD' to see more. I stopped at the door leading out and leaned into it as if I forgot something. I turned and looked back at the two of them wanting to see more. I was not disappointed either. "Mr. fly by night" that was the name we ended up giving him, as if right on cue ordered her to get up and walk 10 feet away from him. She now was in the clear and even closer to the light that allowed me to see every curve of her body. My eyes were drawn to her like a magnet. I forgot about being tired, I was now hungry. I could feel myself starting to get wet almost instantly. "What now Mr. Fly by"? I heard her say. "Rub your nipples with one hand and your clit with the other," she did as she was instructed and so did I. I know they knew I was at the doorway shadows but they didn't seem to care. I was getting so hot and wet watching her squirm with excitement as her hands roamed freely all over her hot and gorgeous body. She began moaning as her hand was beginning to rub faster so was mine. "Ohhhh," I heard her light moans and it fueled a thirst I didn't know I had. I was so busy playing with myself that I hadn't even noticed that they had heard me too and was coming my way. "Gulp." Embarrassed at being caught, I turned and started to leave. My friend stopped me by saying, "Hey, come here!" I froze, I was caught between doing a mad dash to the back room or to just allow myself to melt into their little lovers play. "You sure have a sexy body, let me see your tits," she said very playful. I was still a statue but her hands found my breast like a butterfly finds a flower. Her soft hands squeezed just right because my frozen legs began to move, her way. She pulled my shirt up lightly and I didn't resist. He folded in behind her and began grasping her breasts and nipping at her neck. My hands had a mind of their own and found her nipples. "I want to suck your nipples," she said as she sank into them. I was almost eye to eye with Mr. Fly By. He leaned in and I gave him a kiss for being cute. Okay, being naked helped. I took her head and shoved it into my boobs very playfully. I liked the idea of her head being there. This seem to excite all of us especially 'Mr. fly by.' He was behind my friend, who was bent over treating my body like it was water after a 10 yr. drought. He shoved his cock as deep inside her as he could. When he did, her hand went to my clit and mine to her rock hard nipples. The harder he pumped his cock in her, the harder she drove her fingers in me. Well, this was driving me insane with excitement. I pulled at her nipple then stuck my finger at my clit with hers, to get it all wet. I then reached back up to those hard nipples of hers and smeared my hot juices all over them. This drove her totally wild and she grabbed my finger and started sucking my juices off them like a humming bird does sweet nectar. I couldn't take it anymore, I came all over her soft tender fingers. As she slid her fingers out of my hot oven, she slid them into her mouth to suck off all the flavor. She got so turned on from the taste of me, that she turned and dove on Mr. Fly By and began to ride his cock like she had been born a cowgirl. While she was screaming with total pleasure I grabbed her nipples and help her, to help bring on a climax of her own. Afterwards she looked up and started kissing me, everywhere, which caused 'Mr. fly by' to explode his own love syrup deep inside of her. We all fell from exhaustion, there was smiles all around. The next morning when we awoke, 'Mr. Fly by' was already gone but our memories weren't. We never said a word, my friend and I. We just smiled our smiles and got up. Our new day began but our night ... was well remembered. Just the Three of Us While still married to my now-estranged wife, Sarah, I was going out with the first man with whom I'd ever intimate. Michael and I had double dated almost six months ago with Sarah and a doctor she knew from work named Kevin. (It was actually Sarah's idea but it wasn't because seeing me dressed up as a woman turned her on.) She was just finally coming to grips with the fact she needed to sleep with other men. My crossdressing was just an excuse. Looking back, I think the fact that she told me I looked better than her when dressed up made the whole "affair" that much easier for her. It provided a convenient (if unexpected) excuse to see if I had any interest in dating men, something she'd wanted to do for some time. That first date with Michael was a fantasy-come-true experience! Dinner, dancing, and the best sex I'd ever had with any man. Of course, it was the first and only sex I'd ever had with a man, but still, it was amazing and as fresh in mind as the day it happened at the Hilton Hotel in Springfield, Virginia. We'd been dating fairly regularly since then and I'd met two of his friends who, according to Michael, had no idea I was really a man. Fortunately, my ability to pass was very good to begin with and I spent each of the next six months perfecting both my look as well as my wardrobe. As summertime rolled around, it began to get warm and humid as northern Virginia is wont to do. That gave me the perfect excuse to buy several bathing suits to include a very cute black bikini. It wasn't the stereotypical string bikini but one with a fuller top to allow me to wear my breast forms without a bra by gluing them to my chest. The bottom was a full-cut brief but still very pretty and the right amount of tucking and taping allowed me to wear it rather convincingly. By then, I'd acquired several CAD-designed undergarments which gave shape to my otherwise flat butt. One of them was small enough to fit perfectly underneath without showing. It, like the bikini bottom, was black so even up close, it didn't look unusual in any way. The first time I wore it, I decided to get some sun out on the large deck my back yard. I was excited about the tan lines I'd get from it. I wasn't concerned about work or anyone else for that matter since no one but Michael would see me naked afterward. I'd been outside for about 30 minutes and it was already getting quite warm. I was reaching for a towel when I notice my neighbor walk out onto her own deck and sit down in a lawn chair. Like me, she was wearing sunglasses and a bikini. I had no way of knowing but it looked like she might be staring at me. I gently dabbed my face with the towel to make sure it didn't smear my carefully-applied makeup. As I set it down, my neighbor called out, "Hi! It's really warm out here, isn't it?" I knew my voice was very passable but I'd never called out like this using it so I was a bit concerned as I answered. "It is! Typical Virginia summer, right?" "I love the heat," she told me. "I'm originally from the Middle East and the hotter the better for me." That explained her darker skin. She was gorgeous! She reminded me of the woman who plays Kalinda on The Good Wife. Petite with a perfect body, jet black hair, and from the other time I'd seen her I recalled she had beautiful, wide, brown eyes. Nice tits, too. I could feel Mr. Happy starting to stir so even with the padded undergarment I decided to excuse myself. "It's too warm for me! I'm gonna run inside before I melt. Bye!" "Hey, why don't you come over for some iced tea?" she said. Shit! I'd like nothing more but not now. I wasn't prepared to actually meet a woman let alone deal with the heat and the sweat. "Maybe another time?" I offered apologetically. "I really gotta run." "I understand. Sounds good. I'll hold you to that!" I made my way inside, cleaned off my excess "glistening" and thought about "Kalinda." I didn't know her at all; not even her name. But I did know she was an attractive woman as was her very American-looking husband who was almost certainly an airline pilot. I assumed he flew out of Dulles but he could possibly be based out of Reagan National. Both of them were very "yummy" looking. Oh, the possibilities.... I was so intrigued by "Kalinda" that I decided to see if I could take her up on her offer the following Saturday afternoon without having to go knock on her door. I made sure my makeup and nails were perfect as I got into a new, white, one-piece bathing suit. I threw on a white, see-through gauzy kind of top, a white floppy hat which I simply adored, and some flat, white sandals. I hung out in the kitchen watching for her when by chance her sliding glass door opened and "Kalinda" stepped out onto the deck to water the plants. I waited about a minute, then walked outside myself. She saw me immediately and waved. "Hi, neighbor! How about that iced tea?" "I'd love some! Be right over, okay?" I went back inside, closed the door, exited through the front, and drove around the block to get to the front of her house. We didn't have a gate or any other way to get through the two fences which separated our yards, and I didn't think climbing over them in a bathing suit would be the best possible choice! On the way out, I grabbed a bag I had ready and a white cardigan sweater in case it was chilly in her house. I slipped it on before going inside to cover my arms which were a bit too lean to be a woman's. Well, if she worked out all the time it's possible they could look mine but I didn't want to risk it. Just before getting out of the car I checked my makeup and felt satisfied it was as good as it could be. I pushed open the car door, swung my legs around, grabbed my bag, and headed toward the door. I was both excited and a little nervous as this was outside of even my newly-defined comfort zone as Callie. Just as I was thinking about how this could go either way, "Kalinda" opened the front door and said, "Hi! I'm so glad you stoped by. I've been wanting to get acquainted for some time now. Please come in." As I walked through her door, I was immediately impressed. Her home was both spacious with an open floor plan and was exquisitely decorated. Sarah and I had done well financially and had a beautiful home, but this was simply amazing! "I'm Shada," my new friend told me. "It's Lebanese." She pronounced it "Shay-duh" which I'd never heard before but thought sounded beautiful, especially considering her own beauty. Seeing her up close reinforced my belief that she was a good looking woman. She was absolutely stunning even in casual clothes with very little makeup. I made sure my feminine voice was ready as I smiled and said, "Hi, Shada. I'm Callie. It's so nice to meet you!" "You, too, Callie. What a beautiful name! And you look so nice today! I wish I looked that good just lounging around the house." "Oh, you do, Shada," I assured her. "Trust me. You're absolutely gorgeous as is your name!" "Thank you, Callie. Let me show you around, okay?" Shada gave me a tour of the house which included the master suite. It was as beautiful as the rest of her house which I estimated to be about 3,800sqft. It had five bedrooms and three and a half bathrooms. The floors were a rich maple hardwood and there was wainscoting and crown molding in nearly every room. Expensive furnishings were the norm with high-end furniture and beautiful mirrors in every room of the house. "It's amazing, Shada. Wow! I love your home. When did you move in?" "My husband, Eric, and I moved here just over a year ago. He flies for United out of Dulles and is gone 10-15 days each month so I'm here alone quite a bit. How about you?" "I've lived there almost two years now. I really love the neighborhood." "You'll have to show me your home one of these days, Callie. I'd love to see it!" "Oh, most definitely. I'd love to have you over." I was getting in deep here and then it hit me she'd had to have seen Sarah out back before she moved out—AND me! Shit! What was I thinking??? I calmed myself down by reminding myself I'd thought all that through several times before deciding to try and meet with this woman I now knew was named Shada. I took a deep breath and pulled myself together and remembered to smile often as we chatted. "So do you live alone, Callie? It's really none of my business but I've seen a man who looks like he could be your twin brother a few times. I've just never seen the two of you together." "Uh, oh," I thought to myself. Here goes. "Oh. Him," I mused. "Uh, yes, you're exactly right. That's David and he is my twin brother. I house sit for him every now and then. He's an engineer and he works a lot of hours. Someone has to feed the cat and the dog, right?" "Sure. Pets need to eat! So do you guys share the house? Oh, I'm sorry. I'm being nosey. I have a problem with that or so I'm told. Never mind. That really is none of my business." Before I could spin yet another lie (that was beginning to be what much of my life as Callie was based on and I didn't like that much) to cover my tracks Shada suggested we go have that iced tea. Relieved to be off the hook (for now, at least), I was all too happy to agree. Shada dropped several cubes into tall glasses and poured our tea into them. As she handed me one, she smiled and suggested we sit down in the barstools which sat under the large granite island in her kitchen. Everything was top of the line and all of the appliances to include the professional oven were stainless steel. "I love your kitchen, Shada. Do you like to cook?" I asked taking a sip of the delicious, slightly sweetened tea. "Of course! I'm Lebanese. I love to cook! Maybe you and your brother—or boyfriend (she said that word with a rising inflection to indicate she didn't know if I had one or not) would like to join us sometime?" "Uh, David's a great guy and all but he's not crazy about hanging out socially with his sister. I've been dating someone but I'm not sure how serious that is so...." "Well listen. We'd love to have just you join us. I mean, if you'd care to, that is." "Well, I think I'd like that. I'm just not sure how comfortable I'd feel with you and your husband and just me by myself, but I'll...." Before I could finish Shada politely cut me off again saying, "No! Don't be silly. We'd love to have you for dinner." She hesitated, then laughed, and said, "Sorry. That didn't sound right. What I meant is we'd like to have you over for dinner one night." I understood the faux pas immediately and pretended to be embarrassed. I decided to play along and smile back saying, "Well....I've seen your husband who, like you, is also gorgeous by the way. And I actually wouldn't mind being had for dinner." I then paused and in an exaggerated way added, "I mean being had over for dinner." Shada covered her mouth as she burst out laughing. "I like you so much, Callie! You're smart, pretty, and funny. I hope you're as raunchy as I am! Are you?" she asked almost rhetorically? "I can't believe you're still single!" We made small talk for about twenty minutes when I said, "Well. I should probably get going. I don't want to take up your entire afternoon. I'm guessing you'll be starting dinner soon so I should probably scoot." "Guilty as charged," Shada said. "Callie. Before you go, may I ask you a personal question? I'm not only a little raunchy at times but as I said, I'm also a little nosey and well, a whole lot curious which sometimes gets me into trouble." The look her eye was playful and yet serious. "Of course not. Ask away!" I told her honestly. Shada looked directly at me and smiled before saying, "Well, let's just say I'm very curious and very open minded, Callie. Actually, my husband and I are both curious and very open-minded people." Shada paused and looked away and then brought her eyes back to meet mine before adding, "We enjoy meeting new people and especially very attractive people for well, let's say 'new friendships and um, new experiences.'" Her voice rose as she emphasized the second syllable in the word "experiences" as if to emphasis its importance and her smile broadened at the same time. Her eyes had an almost wicked look to them and yet I could sense she was being completely honest with me. "We particularly like oh, how should I put this? Maybe—'trying new things' with uniquely attractive people like yourself." I was a little flustered at this point because of her candor and beauty as well as the way she stressed the word "uniquely" in this sentence. Her dark hair, her wide eyes, and her beautiful facial features were impossible to ignore and I felt for a moment like she might be some sort of shaman with the power to cast a spell and hold me under it. I also thought I might not mind that at all. On the other hand, I guess I felt a bit like I was being propositioned and yet I was sure—well pretty sure—she hadn't actually "read" me. Or had she? Women noticed everything. No detail escaped their watchful eye. I'd passed brilliantly in the presence of quite a few women before, but maybe Shada somehow just knew. And if she knew and if she really was propositioning me then what exactly did that mean? "Do the 'new things' you enjoy trying include more than dinner and conversation, Shada?" I asked pensively. Her eyes were positively sparkling. She reached out her hands and took mine into hers. "They include anything a beautiful and fascinating woman like yourself would like them to include, Callie." The fingers on Shada's soft hands were gently making their way along my own. She stared directly at me as our fingers curled around each others'. "So when you said you two like women who are uniquely attractive, did you have something particular in mind or did you just mean...." "Callie. Just know that Eric and I have wanted to meet a woman exactly like you for a very long time. It's just that finding someone who's so pretty and well, so unique is a very, very difficult thing to do. We would love nothing more than to share our evening—and our love with a pretty girl like yourself who has a certain something special to offer," she said coyly. "So without saying anything more, does that address your concerns?" "It does, Shada. Wow. I'm truly flattered and well, I'm also very interested." "That's wonderful!" Shada exclaimed as she stepped in and threw her arms around my neck. "I'm so happy to hear that, Callie! Eric will be thrilled. His 35th birthday is next Saturday and I was hoping you could join us after dinner for champagne at around 8 o'clock that evening. Yes? No? Maybe?" "That sounds perfect, Shada. Two questions for you. Should I bring anything and what should I wear? Is it casual or...." "It's whatever you want it to be, Callie. Anything from a formal gown to jeans and a tee-shirt will be just fine and no, you don't need to bring anything. We'll have everything you could possibly need or want right here, sweetheart, okay?" "Okay," I told whispered my voice almost cracking with excitement and possibly a little anxiety. "I'll see you both at 8pm then." "I can hardly wait, Callie. See you then." Shada moved toward me indicating she wanted to kiss me and for a moment I couldn't remember if I was David or Callie as her lips briefly pressed against mine. "Bye, Callie. I'm so glad we got to meet." "Me, too. Shada. Thank you for the tea and for the invitation." Shada walked me to the door and ran her hand along the back of my arm as I stepped outside. "Take care, Callie. See you Saturday." As I started my car, it hit me. Holy cow! They want to fuck me.