0 comments/ 20188 views/ 1 favorites Timing Is Everything Ch. 01 By: Darkmagnet Last Saturday, it was made clear to me once again, that stalking has its benefits. I'm not some wacko who stalks a person relentlessly. I wouldn't even call it stalking, really. I travel a lot with my job, and I have this simple hobby, which helps pass time, when I am in other cities. If I see a good-looking woman, in a car, I'll follow her for a while. Usually until she gets to her next stop, or until she turns a direction that I am not interested in going. It's just a game, really. That is, until one particular Saturday. I was waiting for the light to turn green when I noticed these two women in the car next to me. I was immediately taken with the simple attractiveness of both of them. The woman, who was driving the silver Lexus, was nice looking, with short blond hair. I guessed her age to be in the late twenties. The woman in the passenger seat looked to be a bit younger, at around 25 or 26 with shoulder length, light auburn hair. In the brief time I had to take a look, I couldn't determine much else, other than the fact that I wanted to follow them to see where they were going. When the light turned green, I hung back a few hundred feet and started playing my game. It didn't take long to follow them to a parking lot where it was obvious that they were going to go inside a popular deli. As I watched where they might park, I looked for a place to park, as well. I got out and went ahead inside the deli, and stood in line at the espresso counter. By the time I got my mocha, and sat down at one of the tables, they were just approaching the same counter to place an order. I figured that this was the end of my game, as usual, but I couldn't help but notice what a fox the younger woman was. I was still thinking what her age was. She had to be 26 at the oldest. She was wearing a very short, navy blue skirt with a white, sleeveless blouse. She wore black high heel pumps, with no stalkings. Her well-toned legs had to be some of the very best legs I had ever noticed before, and I look at a lot of legs. Her stomach was flat, and she was definitely model material. Her measurements were about 35-23-34, and maybe about 105 pounds, and 5'5" tall. She had a gorgeous face, and could easily pass for an Elizabeth Shue look-alike. The blond woman was also very nice looking, but she didn't have the same affect on me since she was wearing nice slacks, instead of a dress. Don't get me wrong, she was a knockout, but I was fixed on the legs and short skirt of the younger woman. As I was eyeing up this fox, it seemed like time stood still. I was horny as hell by now, and I think that all of this actually had taken only a few seconds for me to take in. It was luck, but I was sitting next to a partition wall that separated some of the tables. Since the half wall had weird flowers, or some such shit, on top of it, they never did notice me when they sat down at the table on the opposite side from me. It became apparent real fast, that they were there to meet someone. I couldn't hear everything, but I heard enough to formulate my game a bit further. The blond woman was telling young foxy that she should feel lucky, because the other girls never had this kind of opportunity for their first time. By now, I had found out that the hot looking, younger woman was named Sandy. I suspected the older woman to be a manager of an esscort service. She seemed to be in charge, and kept giving Sandy advice and trying to keep her from being nervous. She kept saying stuff like, "don't worry, it will be fine." "You'll do ok. The guy has a lot of money and influence, so try not to screw this up for us." "If we can please Mr. Nelson, this could land us a lot of high dollar clients." "Now try to keep calm, and keep your chin up and shoulders straight. You can do it." "Now go to the ladies room and freshen up, hon. "Mr. Nelson should be out in the parking lot in about five minutes." How are we supposed to recognize him, Sandy asked? We won't, Debbie replied. "He said he will look for us, and that he wants to keep a low profile." "We have already collected $1,000 on his American Express card, so everything on our end is set." Five minutes huh? I suddenly wondered if I could somehow pull it off. Wondered my ass! Hell, I made a split second decision that I was going to make things go my way. Shit, if nothing else, I was sure going to have fun trying. While Sandy was going to the ladies room, I quickly slipped out. As soon as I got out, I noticed that there was an empty parking space close to Debbie's Lexus. I hauled ass to my rental car, and at the same time I was looking for this Mr. Nelson motherfucker. I never saw anyone hanging out in a car, so my heart was skipping beats like crazy. As I started the car and headed for my new parking spot, I was fantasizing about what I might do with Sandy. If I played this right, I was looking at the possibility of having one hell of a good time, without paying for it. For a brief moment, I was stricken with guilt for what I had been thinking and fantasizing about. What was I doing, I thought? I'm married and quite happy as well. Although my wife and I, both at age 32, had talked about fantasies like this, it wouldn't be right to do what I was now doing. I was just about to abort the whole thing when I saw them again. Its amazing how the male hormones change the way a guy thinks, almost instantly. I was just approaching the empty parking spot when they came out of the deli. My timing was slow to get to the parking spot, so I immediately changed my plan. As I pulled up close to the women, I hit the button to roll down the window on my rental car. It's great having my company to pay for nice rental cars, because I sure as hell wouldn't be able to afford a Lincoln Town Car on my own. Who knows how luck works? I was in the right spot, at the right time, with a real nice car, and I had the inside info by now to pull this off. The two women saw me, and they noticed my widow coming down, as I kept eye contact with them. Calmly, and with a smile, I said, "looks like my timing was perfect." Debbie looked at me and responded by asking if I was Mr. Nelson? I answered her with a lowered volume, saying, yes, but I would prefer to keep a low profile. Debbie smiled back at me and said she understood. She introduced me to Sandy at that point. It was interesting how the two women looked a lot alike, but I dismissed it when I again looked at Sandy. I don't even know how to describe the effect she was having on me. Her legs, being so long, shapely and toned, had me. Just making eye contact with Sandy was getting my cock going. To make it seem even more like I was the right guy, I asked Debbie if there was anything else I needed to know before I left with Sandy? In a very polite voice, and with a smile, she reminded me that they had already processed my credit card, and that all I needed to do was to have Sandy down in the lobby of my hotel by noon tomorrow. I was suddenly nervous that I might mess this up if she knew which hotel I was supposed to be at, but I didn't. I took a chance and just said, I remember, no problem; she'll be there. Great, said Debbie. As Sandy was coming around to get in the car, Debbie reminded her to do anything and everything that Mr. Nelson wanted because for $1,000 he was now in our top five-customer list. Be careful, hon, Debbie told Sandy. I just nodded a knowing look toward Debbie, but in my mind I couldn't believe this was actually going to work out. As Sandy got in the car, I glanced at my watch. It was 10:00am right on the nose, and I got this feeling that I should get the hell out of there before the real Mr. Nelson showed up. Sandy was stunning, sitting next to me, with her perfume drifting my way. We were pulling out of the parking lot when I noticed a black Infinity car entering the lot, being driven by a guy who looked like he might be a Nelson type of person. At that point, I didn't give shit. I was going to have the beautiful slut that was sitting next to me. We turned left, and right behind us, coming out of the lot, Debbie drove straight through the intersection. I decided that I now had it made. I had the girl and was on my way. Since Debbie went the other way, she would not know where to find Sandy once the shit hit the fan. Mr. Nelson was bound to be on the phone at any time. I had this sudden thought of how pissed that guy would be once he found out he had been screwed over. laughed out loud and then quickly shut up, as I did not want to blow it in any way. I didn't know how much Sandy knew about the arrangement, but we sure as hell were not going to whatever hotel Debbie thought we were. Sandy looked over at me and asked what was so funny? I was quick on my feet, and just said that I was just excited. Sandy looked at me and said that she was excited too. I looked her in the eye and made the comment that she seemed nervous, to which she assured me that she wasn't. I casually told her that it was ok to be a bit nervous, and that Debbie had told me it was your first time doing this. I lied, of course. She had a look of surprise on her face and asked, "she said that"? Oh no, I thought. I hope I didn't just screw up. Sandy then said that usually, the client never knows any details about the person they are buying. Trying to fix my fuck up, I looked at Sandy, smiled, and said that Debbie just cares about you and asked me to be careful with you, since you were new to this. That seemed to make Sandy feel good. We had only driven about a mile from the deli, and I decided it was time to start getting what I paid $1,000 for. Ha Ha. I smirked to myself. I looked at Sandy's legs. Goddamn, they were nice, and then I looked at her tits, and I nearly crashed. I had to stop suddenly for a red light. Sandy's nipples were poking through the material of her blouse. I asked Sandy if she noticed that I had a hard-on? Her voice quivered slightly as she answered, yes. I told Sandy to shift her body more toward me, and to open her legs a bit. I said I want to see your panties. Its brief moments like this that reveals a lot about a woman. Her nipples grew instantly more erect, as she did what I asked her to do. She smiled, licked her lips, and asked if I approved of what I saw? Her legs were spread about 10 inches, which made her skirt ride up high. Her panties were shear, lacy, and white, except for the growing damp spot. I could tell, even with her panties still on, that she was totally clean- shaven. My cock began straining in my pants. I was suddenly moved back to reality again when the car behind me laid on the horn. I guess I missed the green light. Oh well. There wasn't a lot that bothered me, at that point. We had left Debbie about fifteen minutes prior, and I was just pulling into my hotel lot, at the Hampton Inn. This was a moment of truth. If Sandy knew this to be the wrong hotel, I would have to think fast. At that moment, I heard a pager. Sandy reached into her purse and retrieved a pager and silenced it while looking at it. She said that Debbie was paging her and that she should call to see what she needed. I reached over and gently took the pager from Sandy. I turned it off and looked at her. We are on my dollar now, is that clear? If Debbie needs to talk to you, she will need to do it tomorrow at noon. Sandy quickly apologized and said she had not meant to offend me, but that the pager is for emergencies. By now I had parked in the hotel lot. I calmly reached around Sandy's shoulder and pulled her to me. I brought her face up close to mine, never breaking eye contact with her. I kissed her softly on the lips, backed off a bit, and told her I was not offended, this time. I could sense that she was nervous, but excited as well. I moved my right hand from her shoulder up to her neck and ear, softly caressing her. At the same time, I reached over with my left hand, and slowly touched her thigh, and continued a slow caressing movement up her legs. I could feel her pulse on her neck, and she seemed to be trembling slightly. As my left hand reached her damp panties, she tensed slightly, closed her eyes, and let out a soft moan. I knew I had her now. I allowed my fingers to trace all of the bumps and outlines of her cunt, through the panties, while at the same time, bringing her lips to mine again. Her mouth relaxed. My right hand was caressing her neck, cheek, and behind her ear, while I pushed my tongue into her mouth. I continued the mild French kiss and used my left hand to move her panties aside. I didn't know how much longer I could take this as I slid a finger into Sandy's cunt. She instinctively spread her legs wider and responded with her own tongue in my mouth. She was wet, and getting wetter by the second. I pulled my mouth away from hers and looked into her eyes. She had a look of fear in her eyes, but she was also breathing very erratic and moaning to the movements of my fingers in and around her moist cunt. I pulled my hand out and away from her cunt while still looking into her eyes. I could tell her mind was going a mile a minute as I slowly brought my moistened finger up to her mouth. I think I like this, I thought. I mean, all of this mystery shit. She knows she is supposed to do whatever I want her to do, but at the same time, she is showing me that she is scared to death. I sensed her anxiety as I made her take my finger into her mouth. Slowly, she licked her own juices from my fingers. I asked her if she had ever tasted herself before. A soft "no," was her only reply. I told her we were only just beginning to do a few things that she may never have done before. At that, I noticed that she got instant goose bumps on her legs and arms. Her breathing was heavy and her nipples were once again poking at her blouse. I opened my door, got out, and went around to open Sandy's door. She trembled as she got out of the car and began toward the hotel with me. I still had a hard-on, bigger than ever, and so we wasted no more time in heading to my room. Sandy looked at me, as we walked, and said that she thought I was staying at the Hilton. I did not make any reply, as I pulled the hotel room key from my pocket. Once inside the room, I pinned her gently to the wall with my body. Our eyes met and locked on to each other as I moved both of her arms high over her head. I could tell she was frightened as I held her hands to the wall above her head. I moved both of them to be held by my right hand, and I brought my left hand down to her tits. She was breathing very erratic but showed more fear. As I was caressing her tits through her blouse, she began to speak again. I shut her up by kissing her hard on the mouth. I pulled my mouth away from hers and took in her shear beauty. Holding her arms up against the wall, over her head was a very sexy look. Her sleeveless blouse pulled tight against her full tits. Her underarms were clean-shaven and I leaned over and kissed and licked her left underarm. She got those goose bumps again and moaned slightly. There was still a quiver in her voice and her eyes were moist and I knew she was nervous about this whole thing. I think at that moment, she realized that she might be in trouble. I still held her to the wall, as I looked into her eyes and asked, "what were you saying about the Hilton?" Her voice trembled as she looked at me. She said that she thought I was staying at the Hilton, and that it was the lobby of the Hilton where she was supposed to meet Debbie tomorrow at noon. I'm sorry if I have made you nervous, I said, as I let go of her hands and stepped back. She eased up a lot as I explained that in order to keep secret about my sexual encounter with her, I checked into this hotel for just one night. I told her that I still had my room at the Hilton, but that I did not want to run the risk of being seen by any of my other business partners. When we are done tomorrow, I will take you to the Hilton and let you off at the lobby before I go to the customer parking garage. She smiled widely and in a humble way, she apologized again for being nervous. I pulled her gently to me and hugged her. As we embraced, I asked her if she had any other concerns she wanted to talk about before we went any further? I told her that I could not go through with this if she could not trust me. I handed her the pager I had taken and told her that maybe she should call Debbie to see what she wanted. What a gamble that was. Oh well. Sandy said it could wait until tomorrow, as she found my cock and began to rub it through my pants. Continued In Part #2 Timing Is Everything Ch. 02 Timing Is Everything - The Hotel We weren't even to the bed yet, and we were off to the races. This was going great. As she fondled my growing cock, she leaned forward and licked my mouth and cheek. She moved on to my ear and was nibbling it while undoing my zipper. She whispered in my ear, "I may be new to this, but if you will be patient with me, I promise that you will not be unhappy". About that time, she had my pants unzipped and was undoing the belt. She continued nibbling on my ear and neck, all the while keeping her legs locked perfectly straight and erotic. Her legs were spread about two feet as she now had me pinned to the wall. I told her I had just one question before we kept going. What's that, she asked, as she back off a bit? Oh, I was just wondering how old you are, I said. I don't mean to offend you, but you look fairly young, but you are so beautiful and sexy. She said she appreciated the compliment and that she was not quite 25. With that, she slowly dropped to her knees, never taking her eyes away from mine. She now had my pants down around my ankles and was pulling my underwear down. She tried to keep staring at me but found it impossible as my huge cock came in to view. Now she froze, not making a move or sound for several seconds as she stared at my cock. She grabbed around its girth with one hand while cupping my balls with the other hand. She was slowly stroking up and down my already hard cock. Looking up momentarily, she said this must be a good nine or ten inches long. I've got to get this in me now, she said. I replied that I was flattered, but that my cock was only eight inches long, while hard. She just smiled. Holding my erect cock out forward, she brought her mouth to it and immediately took me in. She was licking all around the head and moving in a rhythm up and down. She didn't take my whole cock in, to begin with, but as she got a good rhythm going, she started taking me deeper. She slowly pulled clear off my cock and then bringing her head back down on again. I could feel her trying to adjust her throat so as to take me all the way in. I was already getting close to shooting my load. It was not going to be long. She was having trouble deep throating me, and she pulled off long enough to apologize. My cock was throbbing and ready to blow. I didn't care if she could deep throat or not at that point. I told her that if she were not careful, I was going to shoot a load of cum all over her. She smiled a sly smile and placed her head back down on my cock. She was pumping and sucking with earnest now, and I felt it start to happen. I have never felt anything like that in my life. I mean, my wife gives good head, but there was some additional erotic effect because of this young, almost innocent woman. Although she was new at this stuff, she was doing a good job of showing that she could handle the task. She sensed that I was beginning to ejaculate, and she held her mouth tightly clamped around my cock. She continued to pump up and down my cock with her hand as I started to shoot cum into her mouth. I was so turned on. I could not believe how much cum I was putting in her mouth. I could feel her swallowing to keep up with my ejaculation. There was some cum seeping out of her mouth but she kept pumping me. She was finally catching up with swallowing my load as my spasms began to subside. She was now moving her mouth again and actively trying to lick up all of the excess cum from my shaft. She finally pulled off and stood up. I was weak in the knees, and I was amazed. That was the best head I have ever been given, I said. That was the best head I have ever given, she replied, as she brought her mouth to mine. She still had a small amount of my cum on the outside of her mouth, not to mention inside. I was not sure what to do. As she French kissed me, I could taste traces of my own cum. She was still stroking my limp cock, as she finished kissing me. Looking into my eyes, she had an almost pleading look on her face. "I'm so horny", she said. Please fuck me. Fuck me now. I need to feel your cock inside me. She told me to finish getting undressed and to go lay on the bed. How could I resist that plea? I was on the bed in a flash, watching her. She walked toward the base of the bed, and then on around to the side, closer to me. Never breaking eye contact, not saying a word, Sandy had my complete attention as she began to unbutton her blouse. Not only was she not wearing a bra, she looked terrific without one. Her tits were beautiful, as they came into view. They were perfectly rounded and full, not fake either. She looked even more sexy now, and yet, more innocent and young. She now stood before me, wearing only her skirt, panties and heels. She was now unzipping her skirt. As she slowly lowered it to the floor, her legs remained straight, firm and she bent only at the waist. Maybe she knew, hell, I think all women know. A guy gets seriously turned on by actions like that. Her eyes had not left mine, as she was now removing her panties. No doubt. My cock was rapidly coming around. My God, she was hot. She straightened up, and stood before me completely nude, except for the high heel pumps. Almost as if she read my mind, she left the shoes on. For the first time in minutes, she looked at my straining cock. All she could do was smile a devilish grin of accomplishment. She leaned over and climbed on the bed with me. My heart raced. I felt like I was on a high. She brought her leg over me on a sixty-nine position, and immediately took my cock into her mouth again. Her goal was obvious, to get me fully hard and ready so that she could use me to her fulfillment. As she moved her head up and down my dick, I stroked her legs and ass, and pulled her young pussy down to my mouth. I could still smell her perfume, mixed with her female essence. Her cunt was perfect. I wasted no time in using my mouth and tongue to enjoy her orally. I could have eaten her out for much longer, but I thought I should warn her about getting me close to my second orgasm. Sandy climbed off and turned around, lying on the bed very close to my side. Bringing her face close to mine, she looked into my eyes again. Please, Mr. Nelson, make me feel good. Please fuck me, she said. We were both lying on our sides, facing each other. Sandy moved up on top of me, never allowing her tits to leave contact with my chest. I was now on my back with Sandy lying warmly on top. I felt her moving into position and my cock was pushing at the entrance to her hot cunt. Being wet and ready, she easily adjusted, and my cock slid smoothly into her moist cunt. Sandy was moaning, uncontrollably, as she completely impaled herself onto me. We were still locked together closely, and I can't describe the feeling of having her tits pushing on my chest while my cock was buried inside Sandy's cunt. She was tight, but well lubed, as she began a slow and sensual movement up and down my cock. She was every bit as good at fucking as my wife was. Holy shit. Why did I have to think that, I wondered? Nothing against my wife. Actually, quite the opposite. I was totally racked with guilt. I had not only let this go way too far, but I was now, actually fucking this strange 24 year old woman. I was in a real turmoil. Sandy's movements and the look her eyes were giving me were about to put me over the edge. I had tremendous guilt about cheating on my wife, Meagan. At 33 years old, Meagan was still very beautiful. She had always done everything sexually that I had wanted to do, as had I for her. We have a great marriage, or at least I hoped we still did. I was snapped back to reality as Sandy was moaning louder now. She had set upright and was riding me hard and fast. Her orgasm was near, and my own orgasm was building fast. I reached up and grabbed Sandy's boobs, squeezing them hard. This only seemed to push Sandy further. She was nearly screaming now. FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK FUUUCCKKK. I had no more will power. I began to let loose a torrent of sperm into Sandy' wet cunt. She shook and quivered violently as her orgasm racked her. My cock was still shooting burst after burst of cum, up into Sandy's cunt. I was almost to black out from the total intense pleasure I was feeling. Sandy was still screaming and moaning, incoherently. She had goose bumps all over her hot body. Her heart rate was as fast as one could imagine. She was a tight fuck, and if she was actually not quite 25 years old, this might explain why she was so turned on with her orgasm. Things were calming down now and we just lay there, holding each other. I asked Sandy if she was ok. She moved her head to look at me. I'm not only ok, she said, I think I have found something that I will want on a regular basis. There it was again, the guilt. When Sandy said she would want this on a regular basis, I suddenly wondered how I was going to get out of this mess. God, She was good. She was not only very good at sex, but she was just flat out good. There was something about her that brought new life to me. If I had to come clean with my big con, my lie, I knew I had jeopardized a trust that Sandy had built with me. Even as a call girl for an escort service, she was still human and would have feelings about this. She would have an opinion, to say the least. What would happen to the $1,000 from Mr. Nelson? Would they have to refund that money? I mean, being 33, nearly 34, I have been around in life, more than Sandy. I guess she can get over it, but I was having a moment of inner truth. I felt guilty for what I had done. I also felt guilty for not wanting it to end. I also felt guilty for having ruined a trust between Meagan and myself, and the possibility that our 8 year marriage may now be in trouble. I kept thinking about what to do, as I noticed Sandy had fallen asleep. I looked at the clock. It was only 12:30 in the afternoon, but I was tired as well, and I felt myself drifting off to sleep. Sandy obviously woke first from our mini-nap. As I woke up, I could hear the shower running and Sandy was not on the bed with me anymore. I figured her to be in cleaning up. I decided that I too would take a quick shower, so we could start fresh. I pulled the shower curtain aside and stepped in as Sandy was just finishing rinsing the shampoo out of her hair. She looked hot, all wet and vulnerable. She noticed me and said she was glad I came to join her. She began to soap me up and clean me all over. We basically rinsed and enjoyed the hot water for a few minutes, and then I was beginning to rise to the occasion. Even though Sandy was playing with my cock, I decided that it was time to eat her out until she could take no more. We were both cleaned up by now and we hurried out of the shower and got all dried off. I led Sandy to the bed, telling her I was going to go down on her and enjoy her sweet pussy. As I figured, those comments, on the way to the bed, made her nipples erect and gave her goose bumps. I layed her down on the bed and instructed her to pull her knees up to her breasts and to spread as wide as she could. I learned something about Sandy, at that moment, that I had not known before. She had a shit eating grin on her face, as she easily put both legs back behind her head. A man can dream of this situation for a long time, but you can't imagine the real effect until it happens for you. Sandy was absolutely and completely exposed and ready for me to explore and enjoy eating her out. I was amazed. On my way to my goal, her sexy, clean-shaven cunt, I asked her how she learned to do that. Her answer helped to explain her excellent, well toned body. She is a fittness trainer at one of the local clubs. It's easy she said. She told me briefly how she had been very limber and loose since being a cheer leader in high school. No shit, go figure. Could I get any luckier? She said she could also just spread her legs wide, straight out to the sides, which she immediately did. That looked even sexier. I had her do a combination of the two. She spread her legs very wide and at the same time, she held her legs back toward the head of the bed. I was still amazed and asked if it hurt? No, just quit asking questions and bring me off to another orgasm, was her reply. No problem. I was between her legs, and I placed a pillow underneath her ass. She was open and ready for my tongue as my mouth came down on her mound. Her female essence and smell was intoxicatingly good. I tasted and began to probe her opening with my tongue. I licked all around her inner and outer lips and found her clit. She moaned and showed signs of being truly turned on. She was whimpering and moaning constantly now, as I not only focused on her clit with my tongue and mouth, but I was also using a finger inside her. Her female juice and natural lubrication was flowing heavily now, and I was licking it up as fast as I could. She had a distinctive taste, and it was worth experiencing. She was sweeter and more pleasant to eat than most woman. Actually, I was now realizing that she was similar to my wife, Meagan, in that regard. Sandy was shaking and really getting into it. She was half screaming and begging for me to keep going. DON'T STOP! EAT ME EAT ME EAT IT, YES YES YEEESSS YYYEEES. OH GOD, OH OHHHH OOOOHHH, I'm cumming. Don't stop. Please never stop. OH shit, I'm there. Hell, I could hardly keep my mouth on her mound. She was thrashing around like crazy. I held her tight and pressed my mouth tighter to her cunt. She was indeed beginning to cum. At that point, she was now begging me to stop. She was screaming that she couldn't take it anymore. TOO SENSITIVE. PLEASE, NO MORE NO MORE STOP PLEASE. NO, DON"T STOP YES YES. KEEP ME CUMMING. At that point, I realized she was all over the place on the start/stop issue. No problem. I decided to keep going, no matter what. She was flowing her juices like crazy. What a nice cunt. She was deffinately good eating. She was screaming and squirming and basically rolling side to side. Her orgasm was subsiding, and I still did not stop. She suddenly went limp, as I continued to eat her. She went so limp that I looked up at her. Hell, I think she passed out. I lifted up off of her and she just layed there, not moving. I have never seen anything like that before. I was not sure what exactly was going on, and I could have gotten worried if she haddn't began to move slightly. She had not moved for nearly a full minute before she was coming around. She gave out very soft, subtle moans and whimpers. Finally, Sandy was moving a bit more and turning her head. She opened her eyes and focused on me. I asked her if she was ok, if there was something wrong. She trembled a bit and her voice was weak, as she said she would be ok. As she just lay there, I was still trying to get up and out from between her legs. I casually touched her thigh, near her ever so sensitive mound, and she whimpered again and shook. Holy shit, she sure was racked with one hell of an orgasm. I leaned up and softly gave her a kiss on the cheek as I got up off the bed. Man, was I ever turned on. I had a huge erection and the whole oral encounter that had just happened, really had me worked up. I didn't think I should try something just yet though. I Left Sandy to go to the kitchenette to get a drink and to bring a drink of water to Sandy. By the time I got back, she was doing pretty good and was getting up to sit on the edge of the bed. I smiled at her. She was beautiful and sexy, but all so vulnerable in a way. She looked back at me and moved her head back and forth, saying that she had never experienced anything like that before. She made the comment that what I had done to her, for her, just then, was the most extreme and intense series of orgasms that she had ever had. I asked her if she had much oral sex in the past, not that I wanted to but in. She said, no problem, I was ok to ask about her sex life. She felt comfortable in talking to me by now. She had a few boy friends who had wanted, or basically demanded, that she go down on them, but when it came to cunnilingus, she had no real good experiences with guys. Her past boy friends had dabbled a bit with eating her out, but never gave it the commitment that she needed or deserved. I can't figure that out, I said. I told her that she has the absolute best pussy and tasted the best of any woman I have ever been with except my own wife. That was the first I had mentioned to her that I was married. I suddenly realized it when she stared at me. Did I say something wrong, I asked her? No, no, not really. You just mentioned your wife. I apologized for it, but she quickly cut me off, saying, no, it's ok.. I was just taken back a bit. She said she had merely not given much thought to a client's personal life, even though she guessed that most of the men were likely to be married. Since she was new to this, she just had not thought about it much, and that is why she had the look on her face that she did. I still apologized again, anyway. I told her that I had been thinking of Meagan continually since this whole thing had started. I said I was feeling this tremendous guilt for having been with you sexually all day. Sandy looked at me, saying nothing. I felt like I may have said something wrong again. Who knows what a woman thinks? They are complex, and I mean that in a complimentry way. I told Sandy that I did not mean to hurt her or offend her, if I had, and that despite my major guilt feelings, I had truly enjoyed what I had done with her. She smiled, pointing to my hard-on. I see you have another problem, she said. I smiled back and acknowledged that I knew what she meant. I told her that I wanted her to take it as a compliment, that she had a tremendous effect on me. I told her that I may never get over it, till the day I die, and that day may be….. soon, sooner than I think. What do you mean by that, Sandy asked? When Meagan finds out that I have cheated on her, that I have broken our mutual trust, I don't know how she'll react. I love her with all my heart, but I don't have an explanation for my actions, other than I fell to the temptations of a Goddess. My wife may forgive me, she may kick me out of the house, she may divorce me, or she may kill me. You're a good man, for caring, Sandy said. I am not sure Meagan will think of it in that light, I said. Sandy reached over and squeezed my leg. It'll be ok. I'm sure you will get through this fine, and Meagan will be ok with all of what has taken place, and all of that guilt will go away, in time. Ya, I hope so, I said. By now, all of this had made me anxious, a bit nervous. My erection had gone away, and as I sat there, I decided to take another shower. I stood up and headed for the shower, saying I needed a break. As I did so, Sandy jumped up quickly and caught me. Turning me around toward her, she held me, kissed me gently on the lips, and then just held and hugged me. I didn't know if she was trying to get me worked up, or if she was just trying to make me relax or what. All I know is that I did feel a bit better. She backed off and smiled at me, saying, trust me, everything will turn out ok. With that, she patted me on the ass and told me to have a good shower. I was curious. Trust me? How the hell can this call girl say that? How would she know? God knows, I wanted it to be true. I needed it to be true. I hoped all would turn out ok.. As I entered the shower, Sandy told me she was going to call her sister. She just smiled, as I entered the bathroom. I took a rather long shower. I soaked in the hot water for a long time. Timing Is Everything Ch. 02 When I got out of the shower, and dried off, I came out of the bathroom. Sandy was about to come in. She said that she wanted to freshen up, as well. She made no other comments and went into the bathroom. As I dressed, It was then that I thought about what on earth was I going to do about this con-job I pulled on Sandy and Debbie? After the kindness that Sandy was showing me, how could I face her, tell her that I had basically ripped her off, for $1,000? I wondered about this Mr. Nelson. By now, 3:00 in the afternoon, I decided that all of that money stuff had surely come to a head. Mr. Nelson would surely have contacted Debbie. Even though Sandy was being so kind to me, I resolved in my mind, at that moment, that Sandy would feel betrayed. I just knew that she would also want to kill me. What about Debbie? With Debbie not knowing where Sandy was, and having been in contact with Mr. Nelson, she would certainly think that Sandy had been abducted by me. Therefore, I firmly believed that Debbie would be on that list to kill me, as well. If Debbie believed that, she may also have called the police, regardless of the whole call-girl thing. I mean, abduction is serious. If that was the case, then obviously the police would be on the list of people to kill me. What about my car? Something I never even thought of, was my rental car. What if Debbie got the licence plate. She already could have told the police what kind of car, and what color. If she got the licence number, it would not take long for the police to track me to this hotel. I instinctively got up and went to the window. Looking out, and all around, I did not see anything or anyone. I relaxed just a bit, although I was a bit spaced off, wondering how to handle my situation. I hadn't noticed Sandy standing in front of me. She had gotten done with her shower, and was getting dressed. She was not putting on that short dress from earlier. She was putting on a nice, tight pair of jeans and tee-shirt. I wondered what was in that bag she had brought with that morning. My mind was snapped to an alert state when Sandy spoke. She saw me, and it must have been obvious that my mind was wandering. What's wrong, she asked? What is it? I didn't answer. She spoke again. I promised you, it will turn out ok, she said. I lifted my eyes to hers. I still did not speak. for some time. Sandy had taken a seat next to me on the couch and was holding her arm around me. The guilt returned again. I stared into her eyes. I told her that I needed to talk to her, but that I didn't know how to start. I don't know what your so worried about, she said. Sandy told me that she had been able to get a hold of her sister and that she's on her way over here. I said I was looking forward to meeting her, but I was wondering why she was coming. If she's half as beautiful as you, it will be a treat, I said. I was still thinking distantly then, and Sandy said, you've already met her. I looked up instantly and into Sandy's eyes. You mean…. Yes, that's right. Debbie. Debbie is my sister. Oh fuck, I said, as I lowered my head into my hands. Then you know, don't you? If you have talked to Debbie, then you know what I have done. Sandy waited until I looked up into her eyes again before she spoke. What was amazing was that she still had her arm around me, softly caressing my shoulder and neck. As I looked at her, her eyes were soft and understanding. It's not so much what you have done, as it is what Debbie and I have done, she said. What? What do you mean, Sandy? What is it that you think you have done, she asked? Here's the moment of truth, I thought. I might as well get it over with. What I did, indeed. Sandy, I didn't expect that what I would be doing would have the effect it did. At the time, it was a fantasy, a dare against myself, a quest, a challenge or whatever. I didn't see ahead to this moment. I didn't know that my action would have this kind of impact. I went on to explain to Sandy about the little game I play now and then in different towns and cities. I told her how I really only thought I would follow her and Debbie for a little way. I told her that I was so turned on by her and Debbie's beauty, that I was caught up in the game. It got out of hand, but I could not resist. I told her that I wanted desperately to screw her brains out, and throwing caution to the wind, I had stepped in to assume the roll of Mr. Nelson. I went silent, wondering what she was thinking, wondering what was next. I guess Mr. Nelson is pissed, I said. Hell, forget Mr. Nelson, I guess you and Debbie pretty much want to kill me. I wouldn't blame you. She leaned over, put her head on my shoulder, and held me tightly. You just relax. Wait til Deb gets here. As I sat there, Sandy pulled my face up with her hands. She held my face firm but warmly, looking into my eyes. It never should have gone this way, she said. I didn't see this coming, she said. I felt puzzled. What are you talking about, I asked her? Don't you get it? I just screwed up the business that you and Debbie have going with this Mr. Nelson guy. I screwed you out of $1,000. Hell, for that matter, I screwed you. I viloated a trust with you. I stepped in, took over, and had the most terrific sex in my life, other than the sex I enjoy with my wife, I said. You really love Meagan, don't you? Yes, I do, I said. Meagan has been the best part of me for eight years. I didn't mean to fuck that up. I travel so much, and I miss her. I guess that my stupid-ass stalking game has ended everything good about me. Sandy was trying to get me to shut up, trying to get my attention, while I was still going on about Meagan. Meagan is the reason I get up in the morning. She's behind all that makes me want to wake up in the morning to give life another try. If that's gone, if I have ruined all of what Meagan is to me, then I have no further reason for life. Sandy, holding my shoulders, shook me hard. Would you listen to me for a minute? I'm trying to tell you something, and you are not hearing it. Look at me, she said. LISTEN! SCOTT, listen to me. I stared. She knew my name. Yes, that's right, Sandy said, I see the look in your eyes, Scott. I know who you are. Scott, Meagan loves you with all her heart. You love Meagan. Right now, you need to have the courage to believe it. How do you know my name, I asked? Sandy gave my hands a squeeze, looking into my eyes. I know a lot of things, she said. There is NO MR. NELSON. There never was. He don't exist. We didn't lose a thousand dollars. Scott, I am not a hooker, a call girl, or anything like that. Debbie isn't either. What? I don't get it, I said. Who tricked who, here? Sandy looked at me again. It shouldn't have gone this direction. We didn't anticipate your level of love for Meagan, but yet that is what makes this all ok. We know you love Meagan. What we all didn't know, was that your love was so strong, that your guilt over all of this would make you go all mental. Let me explain, she said. Wait a minute, I said. You just told me that what you ALL didn't know was….. Who is ALL? Scott, listen to me. Please listen, Sandy said. Her voice was soft. She was trembling. I gave her my attention. I didn't know why, at the time, but for some reason, Sandy seemed to be carrying a big burdon, herself. What was it, I wondered? She and I sat, facing each other, sitting on the couch. Our eyes were locked together. I was now focusing and listening. Sandy was holding both of my hands, staring into my eyes. Scott, you love Meagan very much. You have been here, telling me how you are worried that you have messed that up. Knowing all of that, what would it be worth for you to know that she forgives you? To know that her love for you is no less, even with the events of today? I responded by saying that I have felt true pain for the last few hours, for Meagan. For her to forgive me would be priceless. I told Sandy that if Meagan could love me, and forgive me, even after all of this, it would truly speak to the love she has for me. To know that is humbling, I said. Scott, Meagan and Debbie are very close friends from high school. I'm surprised that you wouldn't know that, or that you have not heard her name or anything, for these years. Although Meagan and Debbie didn't keep close contact after high school, Meagan did know that Debbie now lived here, and how to get hold of her. When Meagan learned that you were to travel here, to Phoenix, on business, she called Debbie. I guess that ultimately, I am the lucky one, Sandy said. I am not sorry for that, she said. Look Scott, Meagan called Debbie to get us to play along with a game of her own. You are the one who told Meagan that you liked to follow people. Meagan was intrigued with that. She had no problem with your game. She knew that you only did it for kicks, and to pass time if you are bored. I don't get the point here, I began to say. Sandy cut me off again. We found the opportunity this morning. We have been wondering how to get you to stalk us. We had just about given up when Debbie came up with the idea about a call girl thing. Hell Scott. You don't have a clue how many times we actually drove next to you, trying to get you to notice us, to follow us. Our call girl idea would only work if we could get you to take the bait. We pulled along side you this morning, and you finally looked our way. We wondered if it would work. We started to have hopes for it when you actually followed us into the deli parking lot. We knew that it had worked, and Debbie was excited to call Meagan to tell her our little roll-reversal joke had worked. You see, that is where it should have ended. You went into the deli. Do you want to know what took us so long to get in there? She didn't let me answer, as she continued with the details. We took a few minutes because it took me a few minutes to convince Debbie that we should go in and check you out. Even then, our intentions were innocent. When I saw you, I was hooked. I think that Debbie knew it and played along. I was turned on by the way I saw you looking at me. I knew the skirt was sexy. I hoped for your reaction. We didn't sit down across the partition from you by accident. We allowed you to hear certain things. When you got up to hurry out of the deli, I knew we had you. I again had to talk Debbie into letting it play out. She brought up the possibility that Meagan would be mad at us for tempting you. Scott, it's my fault. I wanted you so bad. I never believed for a minute that we would end up with the situation we have. I didn't count on your love for Meagan being so strong. Like I said, Scott, I am ahsamed for what I did to you, but I am not sorry for the very best sex I have ever had. Even now, with all of this, I still want you. I want to feel you, but I will respect you and leave it alone. I only apologize, sincerely, for causing you any trouble. Sandy went on to say that she had told Debbie all about it, on the phone, while I showered. Sandy was starting to get a few tears in her eyes. She told me that Debbie had really gotten pissed for letting it get this far. Sandy told me that she was supposed to end it and confess to me the whole plan, before it got to any sex. That is why Debbie paged me, Sandy said. Debbie was trying to find us, to stop me. It's not your fault, Scott. I placed you in a situation that left you few options. Evidently, while on the phone, Debbie had told Sandy that she would be right over to help fix things. About then, there was a knock at the hotel door. That must be Debbie, Sandy said, as she went to let her in. Sandy had opened the door, and Debbie came in. Though not saying anything, when I saw Debbie, I was wondering what the fuck was going on? Debbie was dressed similar to the way Sandy was earlier. She wore a very short, red mini skirt, with a very tight pull- over top, which ended just below the breasts, leaving the whole mid section of her stomach bare. She, unlike Sandy earlier, wore black silk stockings and black high heel pumps. She looked hot. I mean she looked as hot as her younger sister, Sandy. Debbie was just a tad bit older, and had that short blond hair, but other than that, they looked a lot alike. I remembered thinking that earlier in the day. Debbie had a smile on her face. I looked at Sandy, who was also smiling. I don't get it. What the fuck is going on here, I asked? Debbie looked at me and told me that I had answered my own question within my question. Huh? What? I said, hey look, I'm a guy. Talk in terms that I will understand. Oh, you understood right, Debbie said. Whats going on here is exactly FUCKING. Sandy had put her arm around me again and told me to hear Debbie out. I looked at Sandy. Trust me, she said. Remember, I told you before that all would turn out ok, and to have the courage to believe it. Huh? Debbie walked up close to me, standing just inches in front of me. She not only kept smiling, but she also licked her lips. Damn, I was getting the ol woody again, but I needed clarity. After all of the fun today, so far, and then all of my guilt, I needed some clarity here. In a soft, sexy voice, Sandy had leaned over to my ear, and asked me what day is it today? Saturday, I replied. No, that's not what I mean, she said. What day is it? It's the sixteenth, I said. The sixteenth of what, Sandy asked? Debbie's eyes were still locked on mine, and she licked her lips again. What the hell are you talking about, I asked? It's the sixteenth of September, I said. As soon as I said it, it hit me. Fuck, I'm loosing it, I said. I travel too much. I have lost who I am. If a person forgets there own birthday, to that degree, they are loosing it, I said. That's right, Debbie and Sandy answered almost in unison. Today is your birthday, and Meagan has given you a present, Debbie said, as she reached into her handbag. Sandy was grinning from ear to ear and squeezing the hell out of my hand that she was holding. Debbie pulled out a tape player/recorder that obviously had a tape already in it. Debbie placed the tape player on the hotel desk, telling me that I may want to sit down for this. I actually did go sit on the couch and the two girls stood in front of me while Debbie pushed the play button. The next thing I heard was my dear wife Meagan's voice. "Scott, HAPPY BIRTHDAY sweetheart. I love you and I miss you. I'm sorry that I am not there with you, but I know that Debbie will deliver your present for me. If all has gone to plan, you have already gotten to see Debbie do the stip-o-gram by the time you hear this tape. I trust her, and I want you to enjoy your present. We'll talk about it when you get home, next week. I love you. The tape ended and the two girls looked at me. Hell, Debbie was licking her lips while looking at my crotch. You guessed it. I had a hard-on. I didn't understand. I looked at Sandy. She could see I was puzzled. She apologized to me again, for everything, and I didn't know how to respond. I looked at Debbie and Sandy. I didn't hear Meagan say anything about fucking Sandy, I said. I only heard her say that my present was for Debbie to do a strip-o-gram. Debbie looked at me and said that is where we screwed up. No shit, I said, but I did enjoy it. Debbie apologized for Sandy's actions. Sandy looked nervous. She finally spoke, saying, that is what I meant when I said it was never supposed to have gone this way. Anyway, he's one hell of a good fuck, Debbie. You should fuck him, you'll see. Hello, I'm still here, I said. Hell, here were two great looking gals discussing the fact that I am a good fuck, as if I were not there. At the risk of pissing you off, you still had a strip-o-gram coming if I wanted it, Debbie said. I didn't say anything. I was so stunned with all of this that I just stared at the two women. Debbie picked up the tape player and put it back in her handbag. They both looked at me one more time and turned to leave. Where are you two going, I asked? Sandy turned, saying that she thought I wanted them to leave. No, No, I don't want you to leave. I want my strip-o-gram, and I want it now, and after that I plan on fucking Debbie to get even. In fact, I'm going to punish fuck both of you. What do ya think about that, I asked? With that, Debbie dropped to her knees and quickly undid my pants, and pulled my eight- inch, solid cock, out of my pants. She gasped openly and looked up. I knew she couldn't wait. She had a look in her eyes that seemed to be asking. I smiled back down at her and nodded my head. Two seconds later, My cock was deep inside Debbie's mouth. It felt good. Sandy, still standing, and holding me close, seemed to have something to say, as she leaned up close to my ear. Thanks, she said, and she briefly stuck her tongue into my ear. Thanks for everything. Thanks for making me feel like a woman, and for the way you have respected me and treated me, even though you perceived me as a hooker. She had a slight tear in her eye, as I turned toward her. I was having a hard time concentrating with Debbie performing oral sex on me, but I managed to turn to Sandy, placing my hands gently around her face. I pulled her to me and we immediately went to a deep, sensual, French kiss. It felt good, and I was enjoying the therapy. Debbie was really going down on me big- time. She was doing an equally good job on my cock as Sandy was able to do. The only difference was that Debbie was pretty talented at deep-throating me. It was a real turn on to see her mouth and nose completely up to my pubic hair. I could feel my cock totally inside her throat. With all of that going on, and hearing the noise that Debbie was making while trying to please me, I began to caress Sandy's tits through her tee-shirt, and at the same time, looking into her eyes. She was appreciative, I could tell. I told her to remind me to get her to the Hilton on time. She and I both broke into a laugh, then she got serious again, looking at me, shaking her head, no. She kissed me again, and then made the comment that she had no deadlines anymore, and that we were going to have fun tonight. Sandy sensed something with my actions and asked what it was? Oh, it's nothing really. I'm only about to load your sister's mouth. I was shaking and beginning one hell of a good orgasm. I started pumping spurt after spurt of cum into Debbie's mouth. She had no problem with taking my load. Sandy dropped to her knees, as well, and was fondling my nuts as Debbie cleaned me up with her mouth. What happened next was a great turn on. Sandy turned Debbie's face to her and they started French kissing, sharing my load. This was going to be fun. I would have to think of a way to punish Sandy and Debbie. Yes, indeed. The two sisters kissed for a brief time and then got up. We all freshened up and decided to go eat dinner before we continued. We had gone to an Outback Steakhouse. The dinner was good, as usual. During dinner, we mostly made small talk and got to know each other a bit better. It turns out that Debbie had kept some contact with my wife, Meagan, over the last few years, but I had simply not known about it. I couldn't get over the idea that Meagan would allow me to see one of her friends strip. I pushed Debbie for more information about the whole thing, trying to get more of an idea why Meagan was doing this for me. Ultimately, Debbie said, it comes down to this; Meagan wanted to give this to you to make up for something that she did. What, I asked? Debbie proceeded to tell me about two months ago. Timing Is Everything Ch. 02 Evidently, while I was in Sacramento on business, Debbie had looked up Meagan, as she was visiting our city. It was coincidence, but since I was gone, the two of them went out to dinner. They had decided to go to a club to listen to music, etc. They had been drinking a bit too much and were a bit tipsy when two guys hit on them. The long story made short is that Debbie and my wife Meagan had had sex with these two guys. Debbie would not go into too many details, and merely said that Meagan had a tremendous guilt over it. Thinking to myself, at that moment, I knew that feeling. As a matter of fact, hearing all of this had not upset me. It bothered me just a brief moment while the shock set in. After that, I was ok. If anything, it turned me on to know that someone had fucked my wife. Meagan had felt so guilty over it, that she felt that the only way to make up for it was to get me to go through a similar thing. I could totally relate to this as Debbie told me about it. Meagan's way of making up for it was to have Debbie and Sandy assist with it. Debbie was more than willing and had told Meagan that Sandy would love to do something like this as well. As far as I was concerned, it was ok with me. Evidently, my wife did not know how I would react to things, so she told Debbie to do the striptease thing. If I reacted ok and was wanted more, we were to go ahead and have sex. If I was not up for more, Debbie was to just let it go. After all of this discussion with Debbie and Sandy, I looked at both of them and told them that I had a plan. I said that if this week continued to go ok, and we all had fun when it was over, that I would like them to come next month back to visit Meagan and I. I outright confessed that I wanted to get it on with all three of them. Sandy smiled a huge approving grin, as Debbie agreed that it sounded fun. I really believed that Sandy was having more than a good time in all of this. She seemed more than just sexually involved. Everything about this and all of the discussions, really led me to believe that Sandy was actually developing feelings for me. It was a good dinner, and a good conversation, as well. While making our way back to my hotel, we talked more and looked forward to getting it on with each other. When we got to the room, we were pretty much ready. We all stripped off the clothes, in lightning speed. Sandy immediately shoved me backward onto the bed and in a second was taking my cock in her mouth. I was already hard but she was making sure I was ready to give Debbie a good fucking. She lifted up off of me, smiling, as Debbie climed on the bed. Debbie layed down next to me on her back, begging me to fill her cunt with my huge cock. I gladly rolled over on top of her to oblige. Sandy had sat up on the bed to watch for the time being. I positioned myself above Debbie, with her legs spread wide. She was really wet and ready, as I slowly slid my cock deep inside her. She moaned immediately, with pleasure, as I began pumping in and out of her. She was very sexy, with those black stocking legs and heels in the air. She was really getting into it, and Sandy leaned over to kiss her sister. That would be the second time I saw that, now. The combination of pumping in and out of Debbie's slick cunt, and watching the two sisters kiss, was all I could take. I felt the sensation building, and I began to unload jet after jet of cum into Debbie's cunt. I continued pumping and Debbie came as well with her own orgasm. She was moaning, uncontrolably, as Sandy was still kissing her and feeling her tits. I began to soften and pulled out of Debbie, only to be replaced by Sandy's mouth. Sandy had taken my place between Debbie's legs and went down on her sister, cleaning her up of all my cum. That turned me on, big-time. I sat, relaxing while Sandy ate her sister for a few more minutes. Sandy rose up and leaned over to me, giving me a deep warm kiss. I could taste the mixture of fluids, and I found it to be pretty good. We all relaxed for a few minutes, taking time to catch our breath. Sandy had not been fuck for a while and was looking at me with a gleam in her eye. She moved down to my cock, witch was still limp, and she engulfed me with her lovely mouth. She moaned and rocked back and forth as she was giving me excellent head. Knowing that she was sucking my cock, just after it had been inside of Debbie, really turned me on. I was hard in an instant. I layed back down on the bed, on my back. Sandy had me erect, and pulled up off of my cock. Sandy then strattled me and lowered herself onto my hard cock. As she began riding up and down on my cock, Debbie lowered herself down onto my mouth. Even with the taste of our sex, she was a good tasting woman. I went to work on her clit and cunt lips while Sandy fucked me hard. Debbie was the first to have an orgasm. She was going nuts as I ate her out. She could finally take no more and got off of my face and fell to the bed, moaning. Sandy and I were still fucking, but Sandy was getting into her climax and layed down on my chest. I kept lunging upward as Sandy went through a series of orgasms, while clenching me and biting my neck. I decided to save my orgasm for what was next. I rolled Sandy off of me and I sat up to rest for a bit while the two sisters were getting over their sexual highs. I decided that it was time to punish fuck these women. They may have thought I was teasing and joking around, but they would soon find out what I had in mind. To be continued. Timing Is Everything Ch. 03 If you haven’t read the first two chapters, please do. The story will make more sense, and it will flow better for you. I will appreciate your votes and your feedback, also. Happy reading. It had been a truly interesting day, indeed. Sandy, Debbie, and I all rested after our sexual tryst, in my hotel room. I couldn’t get over how lucky I was this day. I’ve read about this stuff in Penthouse magazine, but it always seemed to be a dream and not something for me. This was real. Here I was, looking at Debbie and Sandy, both splayed out, all over the bed. The room was full of the aroma of perfume and the scent of sexual passion. Debbie’s big brown eyes looked distant, and her flat tummy moved up and down with her breathing. I could not take my eyes off her neatly trimmed pussy. While Sandy had an almost innocent looking, clean-shaven pussy, Debbie had the most erotic closely trimmed strip of hair. It went from a few inches above her clit area, all the way down her outer lips. The strips of hair on each outer lip were narrow, about a quarter inch. The length of her trim was also erotic, at about an eighth inch long. I just stared in utter fascination; her juices making her pussy glisten. Debbie was slightly shorter than Sandy, maybe by an inch. I’d say they were 5’6” & 5’7” tall. I would look downward while standing near them, with my 6’2” frame. Even though they looked a lot alike, Sandy’s tits were not quite as full as Debbie’s, but were slightly more pointed, like a younger female can tend to be. Debbie had well-rounded breasts, and roughly 36c, in size. I guessed Sandy to have a 34 or 35 bust, but her legs were well toned. Her muscles were more accented than Debbie’s. I imagine that was due to Sandy’s active cheerleading days, back in school. As I sat staring at these two beautiful women, both naked and lying spent, I contemplated how, in my mind, I wanted to screw them both again. I had reasoned, just a short time ago, that I needed to “punish fuck” them both. I guess that was just my mind’s way of having a fun joke over what this whole day had brought to us. Deep in, I knew I needed to settle down and face a reality. While this quick affair had been spectacular, the guilt that I felt for cheating on Meagan had more of an impact on me than I thought it would. I did feel better, to some degree, knowing that she had also cheated on me. I suppose it was a means of justification, so to speak. What I needed now was to go home. I needed to hold Meagan, tell her I loved her, and make up for missed time. In a strange way, I needed to talk to her about what had happened here, and maybe get her to tell me about her affair. I knew it had been a one-night-stand. I also knew of the pain and guilt she felt, as it was the same that I felt, here and now. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely enjoyed the sex with Sandy and Debbie, but I also love Meagan, my wife of eight years. “Scott, are you ok”, a voice brought me out of my fixation. I looked at Sandy as she asked if I was ok. Her shoulder-length auburn hair danced across her cheek as she looked at me with a sparkle in her eyes. Smiling back at her, I told her everything was just fine. While looking into her eyes, I continued my daydream. I did know everything was ok. I knew, that as much fun as we had, I knew I wanted to be with my own wife. That knowledge somehow made things seem better to me. In my mind, I wondered if all of us would ever get together, at my home, with my wife. Somehow, it didn’t matter right now. If after I cleared everything up with Meagan, and she was ok with all of this, then maybe I would look forward to it. I guess, until I could get that sense of relief and approval, I couldn’t, with any kind of reality, plan any group sex event. Deep in, I know how innocent Meagan is. She may have had an affair, while Debbie was visiting her, but I was willing to bet it was a one-time thing. Looking at Sandy, I caressed her smooth shoulder, glancing at the goose bumps I was creating. Debbie seemed to be in her own world, resting on the bed. “Sandy, you seem different to me right now, than you did most of the day”, I said. “What do you mean”, she asked me, as she ran her hand through her hair? “You seemed so naive and innocent during most of our time together, yet after I saw you kiss Debbie, so passionately, you just seem different”. “It’s almost like it was not really you, kissing your sister”, I said. “Hey, all I know is that I really liked it”, Debbie chimed in. I noticed that Sandy seemed to be biting her lower lip, as Debbie spoke. Debbie had rolled up onto an elbow, joining in the conversation. Her shiny blond hair, so short and sexy, seemed to bounce with her every move. Sandy seemed to want to say something, and I tuned my attention toward her. Debbie, also sensing this, asked Sandy if she was ok? Sandy spoke softly, placing a hand on Debbie’s well-tanned thigh. “What Scott seemed to pick up on is true”, she said. “I liked having sex with Scott”. She went on to tell how she had never felt so special, by any other man, and that she knew it had to end, but had a hard time with the idea. “No other guy, has ever made me feel so sensual”, she spoke. “You were sensual, you little fox”, Debbie responded. “I mean, the way you made me feel when you kissed me, and then went down on me, eating my hot pussy”, Debbie continued... “That’s just it”, Sandy interrupted. “That really isn’t me”, she said. Debbie had a look of surprise on her face. Sandy felt bad, hoping not to have hurt her sister’s feelings. “Debbie, I was caught up in the moment, and I finally tried what you have been wanting me to try for so long”. “It was different and intriguing, but it just isn’t my style”, Sandy added. “I guess I’m just a guys gal, and I hope I haven’t hurt you by telling you this, but I don’t think it’s something I would do very often”, she said. “I’m just not “Bi”, Sandy concluded”. Debbie sat up on the bed, taking Sandy’s chin in her hand. “Look Hun, I’m not hurt”. “I really enjoyed what you did, but I, myself am not as much “Bi”, as I am just plain sexual”. “I go for men or women, equally”. “I actually appreciate you telling me how you feel”, Debbie remarked. The two sisters embraced, telling each other how grateful they were to have a good sisterly relationship. “Hey, we’ll always have our affair with Scott”, Debbie spoke, as she wiped a tear of joy from Sandy’s cheek. They both laughed, and I was somewhat relieved, as well. It seemed like we were all sharing a calm moment, when I decided to tell them my desires. “I need to tell both of you something”, I said. The two sisters looked at me as I continued. “This whole thing has been great”. “I am not sure who stalked who, but in the end, it was fun and exciting”, I added. “I have been so caught up in my job, for the last few months, that I have really missed Meagan”. “Hell, I even spaced off my own birthday”. “Nobody does that”, I said. “This whole thing has made me realize a few things”, I said. “One, I really miss Meagan, and I want to go home to be with her”. “Two, I have felt guilty all day long for what has happened, and if those feelings are anything like Meagan felt after her affair, She’ll want to be with me as much as I want to be with her”, I finished. I was surprised that these two lovely women understood how I felt. “AHH, your so sweet”, they both seemed to say at once. “Meagan is very lucky to have a great guy like you”, Sandy said. “I hope so”, I responded. “I plan on canceling my business here, right now, and booking a flight home”. “I am going to clear everything up with Meagan, and hopefully we can enjoy sharing the accounts of our affairs with each other”. “I hope I am not hurting your feelings here, but until I can get everything straight with my wife, I don’t think we should get together again”, I said. Both women smiled with understanding. I believe Sandy had a more difficult time with it than Debbie, but we all agreed to end it for now. “If things go good with Meagan, I promise to have her call you and the two of you can come to visit us”, I said. “I have to be honest though”, I continued. “I have known Meagan a long time, and I just don’t know if she would be into a group sex thing”. Debbie reached out her arm, placing it on my shoulder. “I think you’re right”, she said. “The night we had our fling with the two guys, out drinking, she was totally torn with guilt”, Debbie said. “It would take a lot of preparation and work to get her to that point”, I said. I went on to say that we would all take one step at a time. Sandy added that she too, would not really be into a group sex thing. She would feel comfortable in a one-on-one with me, but didn’t think she would make the trip if it didn’t look like she could get with me again. “I guess we will need to play it by ear”, I said. We all took time to clean up and get dressed. I couldn’t get over how sexy both of these sisters were, as I watched them dress. Sandy just put on her jeans and pullover again. Debbie was breath-taking as I watched her straighten her stockings, and pull on her skirt. She casually squeezed her tits as she fit them into her lacy bra. We made sure we exchanged numbers, so we could keep in touch. As they prepared to leave my hotel room, Sandy had tears in her eyes. She gave me a long hug and kissed my neck. “I meant what I said, that this has meant the world to me”, she said. Hugging me tightly, she did not want to leave. “I will miss you and I hope you will come back here, to Phoenix, to see me again”, she said, pulling away slowly. I knew what she was going through. I would really miss her too. Debbie gave me a quick kiss, telling me to be sure to keep her posted. “If it works out ok, I really would like to come and see you and Meagan”, she said. “I’ll keep in touch”, I said, as they moved to the door. After they left, I looked at my watch. It was getting too late to do anything about my trip, until morning. I drank a beer, watched a bit of television, and then went to bed. The guilt returned again as I realized I hadn’t called Meagan today. Being an hour earlier, in Portland, I knew I was ok to call her. I made a quick call, but got the answering machine. “Hi dear, I was just thinking about you, and I wanted to tell you how much I love you”. “Thanks for the surprise birthday present, I’m looking forward to telling you about it”. “Love ya”. “Talk to ya tomorrow”. “Bye, Bye”. I hung up the phone, relieved that I at least called and left her a message. The next morning, it took me no time at all to clean up, check out of the hotel, and head for the airport. I was able to get a flight, and as I waited in the concourse, I called my business partners to cancel further meetings. I explained it away as an emergency at home. I had 3 hours to wait for my flight, but it would be worth it. I sat subdued, trying to decide if I should call Meagan or not. I wondered if I should call to let her know I was coming home three days early, or if I should just surprise her. After some thought, I opted for the surprise. As I waited for my flight departure, I couldn’t stop thinking of the events of the previous day. I had started out the day, following two gorgeous women, and here I was, a day later, smiling about having fucked and sucked both of them. My thoughts deepened as I felt the jet being backed out onto the tarmac. Eyes closed, I fell asleep, thinking about a reunion with my wife. I must have been totally exhausted, as the next thing I knew, we were touching down in Portland. I squinted my eyes as I tried to focus. It seemed good to be back in town, I thought. Like a man on a mission, I made haste in getting my bags and hailing a cab. The ride home seemed to go on forever, as I planned my surprise for Meagan. She would not be expecting me for a few more days and I knew she would be shocked. “That will be $40 sir”, the cab driver said, pulling up in front of my home. I gave him a fifty and told him to keep the change. I was excited, and I could feel my heart pounding as I walked up the walkway. The air was fresh and the sky was now dark, at 8:30pm, and I had a good feeling about things. I couldn’t wait to see the look in Meagan’s eyes when she would see me come into the house. Just as I approached the door, Meagan burst through, coming out to meet me. She had seen the cab pull up and couldn’t believe her eyes, seeing me get out. I pretty much dropped all of my bags as she jumped up on me. Her arms flew around my neck and she just hung there as I hugged her. Our lips met instantly as I held her tight, spinning her in a circle on the front porch. We shared a long needed kiss, clutching each other. I could smell her sweet scent and perfume as she buried her face into my neck. My darling wife is a petite gal, and squeezing her was always fun. I hugged her close, my arms around her back. Meagan is 5’5” tall, 107 lbs. I looked into her blue eyes, thankful that I was now home with her. I could feel her 34c tits pushing into me as I held her. We finally separated our bodies, eyes never leaving each other. “Wha. . What’s up”, she asked? “Why are you home early”? “Is something wrong”, she asked with a worried look on her face? “No dear”. “Nothing is wrong, in fact, everything is right”, I responded. Meagan’s eyes sparkled but welled up with tears as I told her that I just needed to be with her. We went into the house, hand in hand, and then embraced again. “Meagan, I have missed you terribly, and I have neglected you, placing way too much importance on my job”, I said. “Debbie played the tape for me yesterday, and your birthday present really touched me”, I continued. Meagan looked into my eyes, her short brown hair sitting just upon her ears, and her neck looking so inviting. I could tell she had questions, but she didn’t ask them. “Where do I start”, I asked? “I love you so much, with all of my heart, and I want to tell you everything that happened”. “I just don’t know how to start, but I know I love you and I want you to know that I have made a mistake”, I said. She looked concerned and worried as to what I had to tell her, but she took my hand, squeezing it gently. We worked our way to the couch, sitting near each other so we could talk. “I have made mistakes too”, she said, looking into my eyes. “I don’t know what you’ve done, Scott, but whatever it is, I love you too, and we can work it out”. “Debbie played the tape for me, but I wondered why you were so willing to have her strip for me”, I said. Before she could respond, I told her that I knew about what happened when Debbie came to visit. Meagan bowed her head and began to sob, as I pulled her to me. I began to tell her again that I loved her and I was looking forward to hearing all about her affair. She still seemed full of shame, but now had a surprised look on her face, as I didn’t seem angry. “Sweetheart, I know about your guilt and I know how it has torn you apart, because I have gone through the same thing, just the last two days”, I said. “I too have had weakness, and the guilt that I felt over it has been overwhelming. “It was after Debbie told me about the night that you two went out for dinks”. “I know about the torment, you have been enduring, all this time”. Meagan openly sobbed now, feeling shame, but also relief that it was in the open. I held her, telling her it was ok. I promised I was not mad, and I apologized for slipping up myself. As we held each other, she asked me if I had sex with Debbie? Without going into details, I told her that I did have sex with Debbie, but that I also had sex with Sandy. She looked up at me, her sobbing turning to a few heavy sighs. She seemed to regain her composure as I stroked my fingers through her thick hair. I knew she wanted to say something, but she hesitated. I spoke first. “Meagan, I want to be completely honest with you, which is why I’m home early, too”, I said. “I did have sex with Debbie and Sandy, and I really enjoyed it, but I want you to know, it was just sex”. “It is you that I love and I have felt tremendous guilt”, I added. I told her that I was glad she now knew it, and I hoped we could get through it. I could feel her nipples harden against my body. I backed off and looked down to see them pushing against the thin material of her nightshirt. She was clearly dressed for bed. Since I knew that we both slept in the nude, my breathing quickened, knowing she had no other clothing on underneath. Her pullover nightshirt hung to just below her waist, at upper mid-thigh length. I realized again, what I had been missing, as I was fixed on her smooth legs. Meagan always kept her legs shaved smooth. Sitting on the couch, in this position, had made almost her entire thighs open to my view. Looking further down, I smiled as I saw her feet and toes. She knows how much I like her to have neatly trimmed, painted toenails. The polish on her toes was a shiny, bright red, matching her fingers. Her left ankle was accented with the gold chain I had given her for last Valentines Day. I had a bulge in my pants, and I hoped we would be making love soon. She still seemed to have something on her mind, so I pressed further. “What is it”, I asked? “I see something in your gaze, and I’m wondering what you’re thinking”, I added. “I’m so glad to hear you say that you had sex”, she said, waiting for a reaction. I said nothing, just bewildered. Sensing this, she explained more. “I wanted you to get even with me, be . . be . . because when I slipped up and had the affair, I . .I really enjoyed it”, she said, looking down. Her breathing was heavy. I could tell she was actually turned on. I cupped her chin, raising her face to look at me. I saw the passion in her loving blue eyes. I knew she wanted to talk about it. “Meagan, I want you to tell me all about your night out with Debbie”. “I want to hear all of the details of your affair”, I told her. She trembled, partly with fear, but also with sexual arousal. She had a shiver run through her and she gasped for a breath of air. “I’ll tell ya what”, I said. “Let me hit the bathroom real quick, to freshen up”. “It’s been a long day”. “Lets meet in the bedroom, and tell each other what we want to share”, I said. She grinned, somewhat relieved that this was going better than she thought it would. Several minutes later, I entered the bedroom. Meagan was stretched out on the bed, hands interlocked behind her head. This position made it so I could see her pussy, up underneath her nightshirt. The view was intoxicating, and I was sporting a hard-on. She just watched as I undressed. I didn’t hesitate to get completely naked, and climbed onto the bed next to her. After a brief pause, she began to tell me about her affair. I lay on my side, facing her and lightly caressing her tummy, through her shirt. She told how Debbie had shown up, basically unexpected. It was such a surprising reunion. The two of them were so happy to see each other they went out to celebrate. Dinner and drinks were the beginning of an eventful night. They ended up at a popular dance club, mostly to hang out. It was then, that two guys hit on them. Since they were pretty loose with drinks, they ended up dancing. Meagan thought she was in control, but having missed me a lot, as I traveled, she got caught up in the sexual tension. She had a real struggle with her inner feelings, but the body won, over the heart. I was relieved to hear that Meagan did not get involved with both guys. They each stayed with the man that they originally danced with. She described how the sexual tension escalated. They had been dancing a slow dance, when her partner reached around to cup her ass. “I was on fire, and I felt like I would scream if I didn’t get some relief”, she said. “I could feel his cock harden as we pressed together”. “I seemed to lose control when he kissed me, on the dance floor”. “I felt myself getting moist, and I was glad when Debbie asked me if we could leave”. “I didn’t realize it at first, but what she had in mind was taking the two guys with us”. “Part of me wanted to say no, and I knew it was wrong”. “Another part of me was so worked up and horny, I just went along with the idea”. Timing Is Everything Ch. 03 “We left in my car, and the two guys followed in their car”, Meagan continued. “I was hesitant about going to our house, and I was relieved when Debbie suggested her hotel room”. “Scott, I want you to know that while I did enjoy what happened, I don’t want to hurt you”. “We were there in the same room, so I got quite turned on by watching Debbie get fucked”. I just smiled, listening with intent while caressing Meagan’s skin. I had moved my hand, pulling her nightshirt up high, so I had access to her bare stomach and tits. As she recounted her affair, I observed her nipples being erect and her unsteady breathing. “The hotel room had two queen beds, so we were each, with a guy, on separate beds”. “We wasted no time in getting undressed, and my partner sucked on my tits, as we lie on the bed”, she said. “You haven’t told me his name”, I stated. “I don’t know his name, and at the time, I didn’t want to get personal, whatsoever”, was her reply. That was good enough for me, I thought. “He went down on me”. “It felt good, and gave me an orgasm, but it was nothing like you are able to do for me”, she said. That made me feel good. “Did you go down on him”, I asked? Hesitantly, she told me that she had. “I was so horny, I needed to experience him in my mouth and cunt”. “I gave him head, but he never came in my mouth”. “Before he could come in my mouth, he said he wanted to fuck me”, she explained. “I readily agreed, and he moved up between my legs”. “I was in heaven as his cock pushed inside of me”, she said. Even as she was describing the event, she had goose bumps on her skin. I moved my hand up to lightly caress her tits and to carefully pinch her nipples. Meagan moaned under my touch, as I traced my fingers up around her neck. She quivered as I traced lightly around her ear and back down her neck. Continuing her story was difficult for her to do, as I was getting her pretty aroused. She continued. “He established full insertion and began pumping me in a rapid motion”. “It is hard for me to explain, but I really enjoyed it”, she said. “It was no different that if you and I make love, but the mystery and intrigue really had an effect on me”, she explained. “I had a series of strong orgasms, and we finished with him shooting his load of cum, deep inside me”. “As my orgasm wore down, and we rested, I began to feel tremendous guilt”, she said, as she reached for my cock. Meagan began to stroke my hard shaft, as she continued to speak. “I really felt lucky when both of the guys agreed on a deadline they had. “Debbie wanted more sex, but they needed to leave”. “I felt relief that it did not go further”, she stated. “After the two guys dressed, and left, Debbie was still wound up”. “She came over to me where I sat on one bed”. As I listened to Meagan, I grew more interested. I suspected what she was going to tell me, and I was right. “Debbie moved in close to hug me, and began feeling my tits”, she said. “Scott, I was already feeling guilty for what I had done, and I rejected her advances”. “I was confused, and I am not sure what to think about it”, she added. “Debbie gave me a quick kiss and respected my wishes, not to play around”. “Not a lot was said after that, as we got dressed”. “Since Debbie’s car was parked at our house, we both left the hotel room to head to our home”, Meagan continued. “I worried that I had offended her, but she insisted that she was fine”. “I’m so confused and distracted about my feelings”, she said. I continued to stroke her smooth skin, even running my fingers down her thighs and back up. I knew I was getting to her, and I could catch an occasional hint of her female juices. “How do you feel about having sex with Debbie”, I asked? “That’s just it”, she said. “I don’t know”. “It intrigues me, and I am curious, but it doesn’t seem right”. “I shouldn’t even have to worry about it, and yet I can’t stop thinking about it”. “There was a strange feeling that ran through me when Debbie felt my tits”, she said. “The thought of having sexual feelings for another woman really bothers me, so why can’t I quit thinking about it”, she asked? I leaned over to her, kissing her softly on the forehead. “I’m not sure, Meagan, but if I had to guess, I would say that deep inside, you may want to experience this scenario”. As I said that, I could see her breathing change, as well as a quick shiver. I was sure, at that moment, that I was right, but I didn’t believe she was ready to admit it. Meagan continued telling me about that night. When the two gals had reached home, they went inside to talk briefly. Sharing a nightcap, they recounted how the evening went, and both admitted it was enjoyable. From what I knew of Debbie, to this point, I would have to say she was more open sexually and also somewhat of a slut. After Debbie and Meagan had shared a drink, they ended the night and Debbie went back to her hotel. Meagan looked at me saying, that was it. “That is how it all happened”, she said. “Are you mad”, she asked? “No sweetie, I am not mad”. “If anything, I am turned on, thinking about another man’s cock gliding smoothly in and out of your hot pussy”, I added. She looked at me with a slight bit of bewilderment. “I can’t help it, Hun, while I wouldn’t want to make a habit of it, I think it would be a real turn on to see you have sex with another man”, I said. Though she passed it off as only a fantasy, I could detect how it made her tremble. Deep in, I believed she would also want to do it, though openly, she said it didn’t interest her. Meagan then turned toward me, asking about my encounter with Debbie and Sandy. I decided to be completely honest, hoping it would not hurt her. I told her about the entire thing, including how I had tried to trick them. She actually found considerable humor in the fact that she had them work a trick of their own on me. I found it interesting though, that as I described the whole affair; she seemed most intrigued that the two sisters shared a kiss with each other. Basically, they shared with the other; the taste of my cum. Meagan didn’t have to say much, as all of the evidence was visual for me. Her body tensed as I related how Sandy had tried going down on Debbie. I also told her though that Sandy was not sure she liked it that much. I wanted to be honest about that, too. “What was it like to watch the two girls”, she asked? “Well, quite frankly, it was one hell of a turn on”, I responded. “I would never want to push you into something you don’t want, but if you ever decide to get it on with Debbie, I fully approve of it”, I added. I was amazed at her reaction. She said she didn’t think it would ever happen, but at the same time, goose bumps formed on her arms. I knew full well that she was interested, if nothing else, curious. By now, we had cleared everything up between us. The affairs were out in the open and we both felt extreme relief and forgiveness. As we talked about it, we agreed that our relationship not only would survive the affairs, but the whole thing added a certain excitement to our marriage. We both lay arm in arm, on the bed. As we looked into each other’s eyes, we felt close and truly loved each other. “Lets take this nightshirt off”, I suggested, as I helped her sit up. Meagan and I were both hot and ready for sex. She resumed stroking my cock, and I moved closer to begin kissing her body. Stroking my fingers through Meagan’s short, brown hair, I nibbled on her right ear. She moaned with certain excitement as I kissed and nibbled her neck and ears. She really likes it when I open my mouth wide, biting very gently on her neck, as I use my hand to caress her tits. Her breathing was erratic and showed a demand for more. I kissed my way down her neck to her tits, pulling on each nipple with my teeth. I gently bite onto a nipple and pull outward. As her nipple stretches, my teeth carefully rake the nipple until it springs free from my mouth. Meagan’s tight, flat tummy moved with anticipation of my next moves. She tried to maintain a grasp on my hard dick, but lost hold as I slid lower. I trailed several kisses and licks down to her bellybutton. Her arousal was evident as I watched her clench the bed sheets in her hands. The knowledge of my next goal made her shake and moan. Feeling her hands pushing softly on my head, I pleased her, moving my mouth the rest of the way to her open pussy lips. As I kissed and licked her wet slit, I moved my body to a comfortable position between her legs, helping her to spread wide. I enjoyed going down on her. My horny wife writhed with passion as I sucked gently on her clit. I continued my onslaught of her twitching pussy as I heard her mumbling. “Oh God, Scott, I have really missed your tongue”, she said. “You always do me good”. Using my lips, I slowly pulled outward on one of her inner labia lips. The vixen, squirming under my grasp, was nearing her orgasm. With every tease of my lips and tongue, I heard a distinct whimper. She was there and, fully loving it. “I’M COMING, I’M COMING, OH GOD, IT’S SOOOOO GOOOOD”, she moaned and groaned. “AAAHHHHH, OOOOOHHH, YESSSSS”. She thrashed around as I tried to continue my assault on her womanhood. She continued coming in torrents, as I flicked her clit with my tongue. My face was glazed with her juices, and her wrenching orgasm finally subsided. Meagan lay spent, glistening fluids running out of her open, flexing pussy. She rested, convulsing with erratic breathing, as I softly held her. Pulling her head to my neck, I allowed her to regain strength before I did any more. Completely winded and sated, she hugged me tight, telling me she loved the way I made her feel. My cock was ready to explode, and my hot little wife knew it. She looked into my eyes, taking hold of my cock. “Do you want to fuck me like the horny slut I am”, she asked, smiling? That was my Que. I know that when she starts talking dirty, she is ready to really get into it. “I want to push my hard cock into you slick fuck tunnel”, I responded. With that, I got between her legs and lifted her legs up over my shoulders. Leaning forward somewhat, I slowly inched my cock into her cunt. She looked so sexy as the weight of my body folded her legs down onto her tits. I worked a consistent rhythm in and out of her moist, slick cunt. In this position, the depth of my thrusts gave her maximum stimulation. She was grabbing around my back, digging into my skin. I pumped away like there was no tomorrow, and she screamed with delight. The intensity of our pleasure heightened, and I felt that familiar tension building within my lower gut. My balls ached and tightened with my pending orgasm. When Meagan gets close to an orgasm, her cunt muscles flex involuntarily. I knew she was also close. Every muscle in my body tightened up, and gritting my teeth, I began to cum. I had a lot of built up excitement from the whole day’s events, and I released a huge load of cum, deep inside my wife’s tight cunt. Shot after pulsing shot of sperm blasted the walls of Meagan’s pussy. As I tried to maintain composure, pumping when I could, she too began to cum. Her orgasm was every bit as intense as the last one she had. We were both groaning and moaning with intense release, feeling my load being forced to leak out. We were totally wet with out fluids, collapsing in exhaustion. The trimmed hair above her pussy was matted with my spunk. Even as I rolled off to the side, Meagan’s legs instinctively moved with spasms. She dipped a couple of fingers into her cunt, drenching them with my cum. She quickly brought them to her mouth, licking and savoring our combined juices. I knew she could taste herself, and I decided, at that moment, to try to get something set up between her and Debbie. We fell asleep in each other’s arms, the room filled with the scent of sex. I woke up several times through the early portion of the night. I couldn’t quit thinking about how turned on I was at the sight of Sandy and Debbie kissing. Although Sandy had not been totally aroused by it, the sight made for very good watching. My mind wandered in and out as I tried to sleep. My thoughts kept turning to the possibility of getting Debbie to seduce my wife. I looked over at the peaceful, sleeping person next to me. I was grateful for a great and understanding wife. I woke, some hours later, to the smell of bacon cooking. The aroma of a good hot breakfast filled my senses as I stretched. Looking at the clock, I knew I had slept late, but I didn’t care. Meagan had gotten up, showered and cooked bacon and eggs. I took a fast shower to get cleaned up and refreshed and went out into the kitchen. I only had a pair of workout sweats on; thinking a bite to eat would be in order. Meagan had her back to me as I entered and stood in the kitchen doorway. I paused, taking in the beauty that was my wife. She hadn’t seen me and was unaware of the fact that I was watching her. At 32 years old, she was still very sexy and had what it took to turn my head. When she finally turned and saw me, I just tilted my head and smiled. “How long have you been standing there”, she asked? “Long enough to again be very grateful to have you as my mate and friend”, I answered. Meagan seemed to melt into my arms with those words, giving me a nice good morning kiss. “What time did you get up”, I asked? “About 7:oo”. “I couldn’t sleep, thinking I wanted to call Debbie”, she added. “Oh”, I responded. Another tight hug came my way as my cute wife looked into my eyes. Her blue eyes sparkled as she squeezed me. “I wanted to call her to thank her for treating you good and to tell her that things were wonderful”, she said. “How is she doing this morning, then”, I asked? “It seems that you were a real stud for her and Sandy”. “In fact, Debbie says that Sandy can’t quit talking about how you made her feel”. “I . . I don’t really know wha . what to say”, I said. “I didn’t mean for it to get to that point”, I began to say. “No no no, I’m not mad”, she said. “I’m actually quite pleased that my man is such a stud”, was her added reply. “Besides, I know how much you love me, and we talked last night how this whole thing had turned us both on”, she reminded me. I guess I was wondering what her point was here, when she let me off the hook. “I invited Debbie and Sandy to come and visit, if they wanted to”, Meagan said. “They are coming up on Friday, to stay the weekend”, she added. “I don’t understand”, I stammered. “Just to visit . . or . . what”, I queried? “What is it that you want to have happen”, I asked? “I mean, I don’t picture you wanting to do a group sex thing”, . . I trailed off, not even knowing what I was trying to say. “It’s ok Scott, nothing will happen that you and I don’t first agree on, how’s that”? “Ok, I guess”, I said with some growing excitement. “What do you want to have happen”, I pressed. She was still holding me, stroking my back as she looked up. Biting the inside of her lower lip, she seemed nervous, but then told me she felt bad and worried that she had hurt Debbie’s feelings, and did not plan to make any moves, but would be open to experimentation, should the occasion arise. She then added that my reaction added to her decision. “Reaction, what reaction”, I asked. “As you told me about your affair, you were excited and you told me it really turned you on”, she spoke. “I . .I . just want to please you and maybe get the courage to see if I could be a part of it”, she said, softly, and almost waiting to see how I acted. I wasn’t sure about this, myself. I had a difficult time trying to see if she was for real, because the sweet gal telling me all of these plans sure didn’t seem like the sweet one-partner woman that I married. “I have just one problem with the idea”, I said. “What is it”, she asked, with sincerity. “Its Sandy”, I said. “Why”, she wanted to know? “I thought you would jump at the chance to have her again”. “That’s not it, and you’re right, I would jump at the chance, but there is something more important”, I explained. “Sandy is a bit younger than us, and she ought to be looking to find someone, maybe to get married, or something”, I said. “She currently seems fixated on me, sexually maybe, but nonetheless, I think her emotions are misguided”, I was trying to respond. “If it’s only about sex, then I don’t have a problem, but if it’s anything more, which it seemed to be in Phoenix, then it’s wrong”. “You and I are life partners, and there is no way I can be more to her than a sexual affair”. “Am I making sense”, I asked? Meagan saw my point but generally disagreed. “I think you had to be there to see it”, I said in a subdued voice. “Please don’t get me wrong, I’d love to have another shot at her, but I’m concerned she may see more in it than that”, I said. “How about this, then”, Meagan said. “They are coming anyway, since I have already invited them, so lets play it by ear”, she said. “All right, but I don’t get it”, I stated. “Is this some kind of test, to see if I choose the right thing”, I finally asked? Still looking into my eyes, Meagan grabbed a solid hold on my cock, simply saying, “Scotty boy, I love you, and no, this is not a test or a trick”. “I just feel differently lately, and I believe we can add continued spice to our marriage, if we are careful”. “We were both turned on by the affairs we each had, and we were equally aroused and intrigued while telling each other about it”. “Am I not right”, she asked, squeezing my hardening cock? “You are right”, I admitted. “What about a guy to get it on with you”, I asked? “Maybe, maybe sometime soon, if we both find one to agree on”, she responded. “What I am getting at though, with Debbie and Sandy, is a known factor, people we know and trust”. “Forgive me please, if I am rushing this, but I want to act while I have the courage to do so”, she said. “I can’t describe the way I felt as you related your affair to me”, she said. “I know that everything in me that’s decent says this is wrong, but that one small part of me, that made me flutter with excitement, wants to at least check it out”, she went on. “Are you referring to the possibility of getting with Debbie”, I pushed? “Yes, I mean, no, or actually, I don’t know”. “I only know that the more I entertain what used to be totally repulsive to me, the more intrigued I get at the prospects of it”, she finally said. “I know this sounds crazy, but I meant what I said, that I don’t want to start it, but only see if something naturally happens”. “Ok, look, you have me convinced, and this conversation has been way too long”. “I bet my breakfast is cold, as well”, I said teasingly. “Thanks”, was all she said as she gave me a kiss and another tight hug. Meagan pulled away from me a few inches, and smiling added, “your breakfast may be cold, but mine isn’t”. With that, and in one smooth motion, that short haired wife of mine went right to her knees, pulling my sweats down. In a matter of seconds, she had my rapidly growing cock inside her mouth. I was still standing in the doorway to the kitchen, and I reached above me taking a firm hold on the frame of the door. My stomach muscles stretched tight, and my senses reeled as my cock disappeared into Meagan’s throat. I was speechless, realizing that my sweetheart truly was on fire. I quit trying to analyze it, closed my eyes and fell victim to her talented mouth. God she was good at this. She never disappointed me when it came to sex. Maybe that is one of the reasons I could take or leave the sex with Sandy. My head tilted upward, my eyelids fluttered, and I tried to warn Meagan that she was about to get her breakfast. Somehow, she already knew it, I guess from the way my cock began to twitch. From deep within, I felt it building. I couldn’t help looking down at what was happening. Her tits bounced with her actions, and her robe fell open. I was taking it all in as my heavy balls ached with pleasure. Meagan clamped her mouth around the end of my cock, stroking my shaft with her left hand. I held on as long as I could, loving the sensations I was feeling. Timing Is Everything Ch. 03 My cock began to jerk, and I started to shoot my wad into her mouth. As I released a flood of cum jets, she slowed her stroking with the left hand, to a calm steady pace, sucking on my dick. She was swallowing my load, but also, purposely, opening her mouth. It was a most erotic sight, watching her face become covered with cum, and seeing it all up and down my cock. Her left hand was slick and covered with my cream. The last thing I saw, as my torrent of sperm subsided was her diamond wedding ring, covered in cum. All I could think of, was that’s my wife, my sweetheart. I really had a lot to be thankful for, especially my wife of 8 years. Here we were both of us in our early thirties, still finding new things to spice up our lives. That little tramp of mine stood up, shooting me a shit-eating grin. “How was that, big boy”, she said, planting a wet, sloppy kiss on the side of my face? I stood dumbfounded, my semi-hard cock still bouncing in the air, as she strutted, her fine tight ass down the hall into the bathroom, and turned on the shower. I’ll be damned, I thought. If that wasn’t the most incredible blowjob I’ve ever had, then there’s no such thing. Neither of us worked for the next few days. We shared many intimate moments and passions with each other. The sex we had together several times was equally steamy, each time. It was with nervous anticipation that we awaited the arrival of Debbie and Sandy, on Friday. “Well, those two sisters arrive here tomorrow; are you sure you’re up for what might happen”, I asked Meagan? “I .. I kind of think so”, she stammered. “I mean, I’m nervous but excited”. I accepted her answer with some amount of skepticism, although, I was certainly willing to support her and stand by her in whatever may happen. “What if Sandy wants to get it on with me”, I queried? “If that happens, then I say go for it”, was her reply. “I guess I am just not sure you will react the same, if it happens, as you are acting now”, I said with concern. “Don’t worry, it will be fine, Scott”. “I’m not sure you realize what a beautiful young lady Sandy has grown up to be”, I said. “Well, I guess she would have been about 16 years old, last time I saw her”, Meagan admitted. “Well, she is right around 25 now”, I said. I had concerns that she would turn jealous if I actually fucked Sandy again, so I pressed her more, just to make sure. “Look dear, if something does happen, I’m just worried that you might get jealous and hurt, and I don’t want that”. “Trust me, Scott, it will be fine”. “In fact, it would turn me on to get to see it”. “No offense, but if its all the same to you, I won’t pursue it unless Sandy first initiates it”, I firmly stated. She seemed ok with that. Maybe it’s just me, but I guess I’m just not convinced that my wife had really had this new awakening. I was willing to admit to myself though, that maybe I was the one with the hang-ups. Oh well. It was the old, “Too Good To Be True”, thing. We finally settled in for the night, trying to get some sleep. We were both looking forward to Debbie and Sandy arriving tomorrow. We didn’t make love, but held each other as we drifted off to sleep. I gradually woke to the sound of rain. We get our fair share, here in Portland, and it looked like we would have it all day long. Meagan and I enjoyed a light breakfast, discussing what we might do to entertain our guests. We planned a few things and talked about some back-up plans, in case we needed to change things. At around 2:00pm, Meagan logged onto the Internet to verify the arrival of their flight. They planned on getting a rental car, and we calculated that they could show up within the next hour. We guessed it pretty close as we watched them drive up, shortly after 3:00pm. We both went out to greet them and help carry any bags. I must say it was not as awkward a moment as I thought it would be. Hugs and light kisses were in order, as small talk ensued. Just like a guy thing, I was mostly quiet, allowing the women to converse about everything imaginable. It was almost strange, because everyone acted as though there was nothing to worry about. No tension, no comments, nothing. Who am I to complain? It looked to me like we had actually gotten beyond one of the fears I had. You know; that awkward moment when your wife greets two women that she knows you have recently fucked. We showed them where they would be sleeping. Our home has two other bedrooms, other than our master bedroom. They would need to be in separate rooms, as the beds were only singles. They didn’t seem to have a problem with it. I felt a bit nervous, as we entered the hallway and bedroom area. Sandy began stealing glances at me, and would smile and wink when it looked like she could get away with it. As I was observing Meagan, I thought I could detect heightened anticipation in her demeanor. She did a good job of hiding it, but after 8 years of marriage, I knew. The two gals looked a bit tired from the trip, so we suggested that they freshen up and rest. We clued them in on the plan to go out for an evening of dinner and drinks. Between Meagan and I, we had also discussed going dancing, if things looked promising. We left Debbie and Sandy in their rooms and headed back out to the living room. We didn’t say a whole lot, as we waited. I heard the shower start, and I wondered which one was getting naked. I was actually getting aroused, having seen them again. I looked at my wife, making eye contact. I was taking in her beauty, looking at the way she had done her hair earlier. Her hair is quite short, just coming to her ears, and she had given it some extra curls on the tips, near her ears. Her blue eyes sparkled, as light seemed to dance off her face. She was wearing a sexy set of white-gold earrings and a matching choker chain. I admired how she had also redone her fingernails and toenails in a very pail blue. The two of us still needed to dress for our outing, but we knew we had time yet. I leaned over and kissed her softly, telling her how hot she looked. She rewarded me with her infectious smile and returned the kiss. Just as we were kissing, Debbie came into the living room, wearing her robe. I now knew it was her in the shower, since her hair was wet. She apologized for interrupting us, but we were quick to tell her she had not interrupted anything. As she came around in front of us, for a better view, my Meagan went silent. Debbie’s robe was very short, riding at least 10 inches above her knee. She took a seat in the rocking chair, directly across from us, as she began to speak. “Hey there, Meagan, could I borrow your hair dryer, since I forgot to bring one”, she asked? “Uh ..I ..yes, yes you can”, she tried to answer. I knew exactly why she was having a hard time talking. As Debbie had sat down, there was an extreme amount of lovely, tanned, sexy leg showing. I could also tell that Meagan had a clear, unobstructed view of Debbie’s pussy. Meagan rose to her feet, her hands shaking as she used my knee to push herself up. She couldn’t stop looking at Debbie as she told her she would be right back with it. She would need to get the hair dryer from our bedroom, which was down the hall in the opposite direction as the guest rooms. As she left our sight, I just stared at Debbie, knowing my cock was making moves in my pants. Debbie just smiled, asking, “So how have you been the last few days, Scott”? “Pretty good”, I responded, not able to say much more. I could hear the shower running again and I knew that Sandy was getting cleaned up. Meagan came back with the hair dryer, handing it to Debbie. As she held it out, Debbie reached for it with both hands, making sure to place one of her hands on top of Meagan’s hand. The touch seemed to linger for several seconds during the hand off. There was an escalating tension in the air. My wife was still fixed on the barely covered woman, Debbie. As Debbie stood up, here robe fell open, briefly. She slowly retied it but made sure Meagan had an extended view of her tits. We seemed to get through that arousal moment. As Debbie disappeared toward her room, I couldn’t help noticing how her hair was similar to Meagan’s, in style. Debbie’s hair is blond, whereas Meagan’s hair is brown, but the cut was almost identical. The wife looked at me, asking in a shaky voice, “Did you see that”? “What”, I asked, even though I knew full well what she meant? “Scott, I could see her mound, and then her boobs”, she stammered. “Ya, I saw that too”, I said. Meagan began telling me she felt strange. “I couldn’t quit looking at her”, she added. “I wanted to look away, but found myself glued to her”. I could see her nipples as they poked at her tee shirt. I knew she had been jump-started, for the evening. We heard Sandy getting out of the shower, and we decided it was time to go get dressed. I was quick to get dressed. I wore my Levis, a long sleeve shirt and my cowboy boots. As I adjusted my belt buckle, I looked in the mirror. Sure enough, these pants were going to show off my semi-hard package. I finished dressing before Meagan, so we agreed I should go out and keep the sisters company, in case they were out there. When I got to the living room, I was the only one ready, so I just sat and waited. It seemed like an hour by the time the three women came out. My jaw nearly hit the floor as I saw the gals appear in front of me, ready to leave. They hadn’t really noticed me since they were all talking to each other about how hot each other were dressed. Although we had not prearranged it, we were all dressed casual, and in jeans. I was fixed on the way they looked though. Sandy’s jeans were very tight, and she wore a sleeveless, tight pullover top, that left about four inches of her midriff bare. Her bellybutton was open to view and it added to the excitement. She had classy looking earrings to go along with her make up and lipstick. Debbie was dressed almost the same, with a regular tight fitting tee shirt. Her make up was also alluring, making my cock twitch with excitement. She wore open toed sandals, where Sandy was wearing heelless slip-on tennis shoes. My wife was wearing white denim jeans, with a blue, button up blouse. All three gals were hot, and I was curious how the evening would go. We all got done with the usual googo, gaga woman talk about how everyone was dressed, and we headed for the car. As I drove to the restaurant, I kept looking in the mirror. Debbie and Sandy sat in the back and Meagan was in front, with me. From my vantage point, I continually made eye contact with Sandy. Her eyes seemed aglow with anticipation of the upcoming evening. I know I told Meagan that I would not initiate any sex between Sandy and myself, but I wanted to. As far as I could tell, so far, it looked like Sandy would be looking for an opportunity to get with me. We made small talk as we ate our dinner. Having enjoyed a nice steak, and a few drinks, we then sat and talked after eating. I made sure to entice the three gals with more wine. I kept my drinking to a minimum since I was driving. I suggested that we leave the restaurant & bar to go to a popular dance club. Everyone was in agreement, especially Sandy. We arrived at a place called the “Copper Penny”, where I knew we could have a great time dancing and indulging in a few more drinks. The place was fairly crowded, but we walked right to a booth, as other people left. “This looks like a good spot”, I said, as we took our seats. I don’t know if it was coincidence or by purpose, but Sandy sat next to me on one side, and Debbie and Meagan sat together on the other side. I felt special and a little bit cocky as I realized that most of the men in the place were looking at the three ladies with me. We ordered a round of drinks. The three chicks went to the restroom to freshen up, and I stayed to save our booth. The music being played was by a live band. They were really getting the crowd involved, especially when they started a country western line dance. With no hesitation at all, Debbie grabbed Meagan by the arm, dragging her out to the dance floor. “Come on, Meagan, you’re going to love this”, she said. “I don’t know how to line dance”, Meagan responded, under some minor protest. “That’s ok, I’ll teach you, trust me”, Debbie replied. They seemed to be having fun together, as Sandy and I stayed at the booth. We shared small talk, and our drinks. I could feel the tension as Sandy kept looking into my eyes. With worry in her voice, she finally spoke about what we had already been thinking about. “This may be a bit awkward with your wife so near, and I don’t want to cause a problem, but do you think there is a chance I will be able to fuck your brains out tonight”, She boldly asked? “My, my, you don’t waste any time”, I teased. “Scott, I have really missed being with you, and if possible, I’d like to get with you”. “Does Meagan know about the affair that you, Debbie and I had in Phoenix”, she asked. “Yes, she certainly does”, I responded with a grin. “Wa . .Was she mad”? With that question, I could see anxiety and apprehension in Sandy’s eyes. She seemed nervous, and I had not been real nice to tease her. I reached around her, pulling her to me, and I planted a nice, long kiss, right on her lips. Her eyes widened as I let her off the hook. “Meagan knows about the affair, and does not have a problem with it”, I said. “Not only that, but she mentioned she may even want to watch as I glide my cock in and out of you hot, box”, I added, trying to turn her on. She moved her hand under the table, grabbing my swollen member, through my pants. As she toyed with my dick, my eyes located Meagan and Debbie in the crowd. Both of them were smiling, laughing and having a great time. Debbie was standing closely behind Meagan, her arms wrapped around her. They swayed with the music, as it was evident that Debbie was teaching Meagan a few dance steps. The sight was hot, and I was fixated on it until Sandy licked my ear. Turning to Sandy again, we shared a long tongue kiss, enjoying the mounting passion and excitement. He nipples protruded nicely through the material of her shirt. I had mixed emotions. On one hand, I was really in the mood to screw Sandy again. On the other hand, I thought that I ought to find a handsome stud to dance with her, and thereby take her mind off of me. While I thought about the situation, I looked over to the dance floor again. The cadence of the music had shifted, and most people were slow dancing. I looked around but did not see my wife and Debbie. It wasn’t a big deal. They most likely went to the ladies room. “Hey, where are you, spacey”, Sandy asked, breaking into my thoughts? “Oh, I was just looking around”, I said. “Do you want to dance, or something”, she asked me? “Ya, sure, I guess so”, I slowly responded. Just as we slid out of the booth, I was relieved to see my sexy wife and Debbie coming back to the table. They both looked sheepish, and I wondered where they had been. “Did you two have fun dancing”, I asked? “Your Meagan is a good dancer, although she says she isn’t”, Debbie replied with a few giggles. They looked at each other and giggled again. I thought they were acting pretty weird, but I let it go. “Sandy and I are going to dance for a bit”, I said. “Keep our booth warm, and see if you can get us a few more drinks, ok”, I asked, as we walked away? “Sure, no problem”, Meagan answered, trying to act serious. As Sandy and I began to dance, I looked back to the other two, again. They seemed to be normal, sitting at the table, taking a few sips of their drinks. “What do you suppose that was all about”, I asked Sandy? She just smiled at me, pulling me close for the slow music we were dancing to. We put our arms around each other, dancing slowly to the rhythm of the music. Her perfume had an arousing affect on me. As we ground into each other, her head leaning on my chest, I could feel my cock swell, against her tummy. Looking up into my eyes, Sandy asked, “Is that for me”? Her white teeth glistened in the dimly lit room. “Ya, it’s for you”, I answered with a smile and a wink. We danced three songs in a row and decided to go back and join the other two. I had a hard time hiding my erection as we took our seats. We all rested a bit, talking about the music and the band. I was across the booth table from my wife. She was happy, I could tell. As I made eye contact with her, she smiled at me, licking her lips. Just then, a foot found my aching crotch. I realized she was playing with me, under the table. All three women were pretty loosened up from the drinks. It was getting close to 11:00pm and I could sense that maybe we should leave. I asked if everyone had fun, and if we were all ready to go? It was an overwhelming agreement, to leave. I told them I needed to hit the head first, and I got up to go. Meagan quickly followed, saying she too had to use the restroom. Catching up with me, she took my arm, leaning her head into me. “Thanks, Scott, I’m having a great time, and I know Debbie and Sandy are also”, she commented. “I hope so”. “You and Debbie seemed to be having fun dancing, were you”? “Yes, it was a lot of fun, and I have to be honest, I’m really aroused”, she said. “That’s interesting, did she hit on you”, I asked? “No, but I feel very close to her, and I can’t explain it”, Meagan replied. “Hey, where did you two get lost to”, I wanted to know? We stopped just before entering the restrooms. Meagan reached up, pulling my head down close to her as she whispered in my ear. “We went out to the car, for a few minutes”, she answered. I was confused, wondering what was up. Before I could ask anything more, she told me how Debbie had a joint, and they had shared it. Now I understood. “That will explain the goofy behavior”, I said. “Were we acting goofy”, she asked in a silly, giggly voice? “Ya, I’d say so”. “What’s with that”, I asked? “You haven’t smoked pot since we first got married”, I added. “I dunno”, was all she said. “Well did you save a hit for me”, I asked? “I’m sure we could come up with another smoke, if you’re serious”. I just grinned, shaking my head. We finished business and left. I was a bit concerned about the whole thing. I didn’t have a problem with a few hits of weed, but everyone had quite a bit to drink and I wondered if the only thing that would happen tonight was sleep. Debbie and My wife were both quite wasted. Sandy was ok, but had a little too much to drink. I seemed to be the only one thinking clearly. I drove the thirty minutes back to the house, as the chatter calmed down to nearly nothing. By the time we got home, we were all, ok, but decided to hit the sack, so to speak. The more I thought about it, I figured that might be the best decision, anyway. It was a fun night, though I couldn’t get Sandy out of my thoughts. It took another thirty minutes to unwind, all of us talking and relaxing. Finally, the girls all went to bed, even Sandy, without a word. Maybe she was more tired than I first thought. I went in and tucked my wife in, looking at her beautiful face. She was already asleep as I leaned down to kiss her cheek. I was glad she had fun, and hoped she would feel good enough to have more fun tomorrow. I still needed to unwind, so after I pulled on a pair of sweats, I went out of the room. Pulling our bedroom door shut, I decided to peak in on Debbie. Her door was ajar, and in the dimly lit room, she looked to be sound asleep, also. I then went to peak in on Sandy. Her door was shut tight, and I wondered if I should just leave her alone. I decided that she deserved her privacy, and I walked out to the kitchen. Since I had not had very much to drink, I didn’t even have a buzz. I was actually frustrated. I was horny and all worked up. I hung around with three hot ladies, all night, getting worked up. Now, here I was with a semi hard cock, making a tent in my sweats. I grabbed a beer from the refrigerator and went into the living room. I sank down on the couch, sipping on a beer and, reaching for the remote, I turned on the television.