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A Guest

By: Zraii



So here I am, jerking off on my friends couch, it's been months since I last had any attention from a woman. Initially, I tried to resist, knowing that this was not the time or place, but with the two of them in bed I felt slightly more secure in my secret undertaking. After locating a box of all important tissue paper, I pulled my boxers down and went to work gently stroking and trying to keep my wits about me in case I heard some movement from their bedroom. Having been to a dance bar that night, a short time to meet with some friends while I was in town, gave me lots of material to fantasize about. Women in their tight and skimpy outfits gyrating their hips and grinding on men they came with, or had met that night and the occasional few grinding on other women.

When I next became aware of my surroundings it was due to my subconscious screaming, "Movement."

I came back to reality far too late to save myself, cover up or anything. I was so tuned out that you had managed to come all the way into the room and sat on your legs on the floor near the middle of the couch. I opened my mouth to try and present an apology or an excuse or something, but there was nothing, I was caught.

To my complete shock all you said was, "It looks like you need a little help."

"But what about..." I trailed off looking towards your bedroom.

"Don't worry about it, this all works out for the better, trust me." You said. Knowing we had so very little at the bar so many hours ago I decided to trust and let you do as you wished.

Rising up slightly you reveal the fact that you're completely topless to me. The orange glow of the streetlights beyond the windows of the room gave me a fantastic view of your firm breasts.

Reaching over you brush my hand aside and grip my still firm shaft, you squeeze it twice to test just how firm it is before beginning to pump. I watch you stroke me, still not sure what to say of the situation I am now involved in. Any final protest in my mind is washed away the moment you lean in and place your mouth upon my shaft. You begin to kiss it softly, touching every place your hand was not. Still not knowing what your boyfriend may say to all of this I struggled not to make a sound as you finally brought your tongue out to use on the underside of my head. Feeling you have teased me enough, you let me slip into your mouth, just managing to take all of me but what your hand covers in. I close my eyes and enjoy the talents of your mouth and hand.

Being unable to reach much of you, I stroke and rub your back and shoulders. Wanting to watch I open my eyes, just barely seeing what you are doing in the dim light through your hair which has fallen to the sides of your face. That is when I spot him, your boyfriend, standing naked at the entrance to the living room. 

You must have sensed my newfound tension and looked behind you, "I was wondering how long it would take you to join in." You say to him before swallowing my cock again.

He walks over to us, stroking his already hard cock. Knowing what he wants, you rise up to your knees and spread your legs, not missing a stroke on me. He kneels behind you, and I don't so much as know he is slipping into you as feel you being pushed forward with his long slow entry, and quivering from the pleasure.

Stopping for a moment, you cease to touch me, and moan as he takes a few strokes. Not one for many words at a time like this you grab my knees and give them a tug towards the edge of the couch. Taking the hint I sit up, near to the edge of the couch and spread my legs. Instantly, after I stop moving, you are back at me swallowing my cock, the grunts and moans you let out caused by the pounding your boyfriend is giving you feel good on my shaft.

Having a better range of motion sitting like this, I let my hands wander from your shoulders down to your tits, only to find that his hands are already there. After the initial surprise, he continues to massage your breasts and I let my hands wander over your shoulders and down your back.

In a move that I think surprised your boyfriend almost as much as it did me, you stood up, freeing yourself from both of our hands. Turning around you begin to sit down in my lap, I close my legs to provide something for you to rest yourself on. Gripping my slick shaft in your hand you aim and impale yourself on me. I moan into your back, and then begin kissing your neck and shoulders. He stands up, and you lean forward to suck on the more familiar of the two cocks at your disposal. 

As you begin to rock back and forth on me, allowing for only small shallow thrusts I begin to explore your body. I grope both of your breasts letting my fingers brush over all of them, tweaking your nipples slightly to make you moan. One hand begins to make its way lower, over your stomach and to your thighs, as I do this I catch a glimpse over your shoulder of what you are doing. Both hands rests on the front of his hips for support, and you use the rocking motions of your body to bob your head up and down on him. 

It does not take me long to reach your clit and to begin rubbing it. The slow circles I make with my fingers don't take long to have their desired effect. Your rocking movement becomes erratic, as does the blowjob you are also giving, until you can no longer concentrate fully on either. Laying back on me fully, you gasp several times before you begin to shake and spasm, you cover my hands with your own encouraging me to continue my movements. He watches as you writhe and orgasm on me, surely the first time he has seen you come this way while being so uninvolved.

Not breaking the pace any you hop up off of me, grabbing both of our dicks and giving us a gentle tug before heading to the bedroom. Having to stand first, I take up the rear, and by the time I have caught up, the two of you have a lamp illuminating the room, and are sprawled over your king sized bed. You are lying on your back with your legs spread near the foot of the bed, and he is on his side so you can envelop him with your mouth once again.

Still wanting to be involved I crawl on the bed, kissing from your knees upwards to your crotch, my first taste of you comes to me when my mouth arrives at your mid thigh. You taste intoxicatingly grand, so I make sure to thoroughly coat your thighs in tongue filled kisses. Grabbing my hair you pull me where you want me, taking the hint I dip my tongue into you. Flicking my tongue over your entrance, it briefly comes to mind that you have had two men right where I am licking tonight, the idea is dismissed and pleasuring you returns to the foreground of my thoughts. I continue to lick you, swirling my tongue over your clit, I can hear the sounds of the head you are giving, but my eyes are solely focused on your flavourful smooth pussy. You clamp your thighs over my head and I hear nothing, I hold your hips and tongue away. Time ceases to have meaning while I'm there, but then I hear a muffled voice that breaks my concentration. 

Your thighs part and you say "I need something inside me now."

Pouting while smiling, I say "But I wasn't done here." and give you one long lick.

Throwing your head back and moaning, you say "I have an idea so I think we can work something out."

Placing me on my back, you kneel over my face, settling down enough that I can lick you again. Right away I latch onto your clit, causing you to cry out. Your hair tickles my thighs as you begin to place kisses over my shaft, grasping it in one hand you point me towards the ceiling and I feel your tongue circle my head.

Feeling the bed shift above my head I look up to see your boyfriend positioning himself behind you. Pushing forwards, I watch him penetrate you, you mimic his entry by lowering your mouth on me, as he thrusts you bob your head. Doing what I'm in the position to do, I put my tongue back to work on your clit. My hands work their way around your waist and rub your lower back, giving an occasional squeeze of your ass. Your mouth continues to bob in time with your boyfriend, until he is thrusting so fast you can't hope to keep up. 

From our combined efforts your thighs shake and buckle, the rest of your body spasms and you gush a great deal, just as you did with your first. I notice it this time because so much of it ends up over my face and in my mouth. He withdrawals from your body, claiming he is too close to his own orgasm, but doesn't want it to happen yet. 

He kneels in one of the corners of the bed, you spring off of me, your mouth seeking his body, kissing his chest, and working your way downwards. Getting through the daze I was left in by that view, I take position behind you. My cock slips into you easily, having been left agape from your boyfriend, I start slowly but pick up speed rather quickly. You tighten around me, and adjust to my different size and length, being inside you feels fantastic. You feel so warm and slick as I slide in and out, my stomach makes a light slapping sound on your firm and shapely ass. I watch your head slide around and over your boyfriends cock as I rub your thighs.

When I feel myself getting too close, I suggest a switch and pull out of you. You quickly turn and your man wastes no time filling the opening I had vacated just moments before. Allowing me to come down from the point of no return, you kiss over my chest and stomach working ever so much lower. 

You just get to taste yourself on my head before he interrupts. He grabs you about the waist and tosses you to the center of the bed so you land on your back. He places himself on top of you and slides in, you grunt with the weight of his initial push inward. Passion erupts between the two of you, you kiss each other deeply as he thrusts long and hard. I know better than to try and join this, so I sit back and enjoy watching the two of you. Your hands wander all over his back, squeezing and rubbing. He is breathing heavily, you push his face down to your breasts so he may cover those with whatever oral pleasures he dispenses. Knowing what is on the way you wrap your legs around him, and help encourage his thrusting by pulling him closer with your own legs. 

Then it happens, he tries to pull out of you, but you tighten your legs around him not letting him out, he groans and moans and shakes atop you. You moan and enjoy the feeling of his huge cock pulsing inside of you. Moments later he rolls over taking you with him, now straddling him you lift yourself free, his cock hitting his stomach with a wet slap. I see it glistening in the lamp light coated in some of his cum and some of yours. 

Pointing your ass at me I hear you say, "Come on in, it's your turn now." in between licks you place on his cock. 

I am mesmerized at the sight of your pussy, so wet it shines in the soft lamp light. Hurriedly I kneel behind you and take my semi hard cock in my hand so I may rub the head in between your lips, I rub it from your clit to your entrance several times causing you to jump each time it passes over your sensitive clit. Finally I slide into you, watching you lazily give your man head, as to not over stimulate him. I thought you were slick and wet before this, but now filled with his load you are even more so than ever. I am realizing I am having sloppy seconds and it is exhilarating. So turned on am I that I lean down and whisper that I know I won't last long like this. He reaches between us to rub your clit as I enjoy the sensations of being in your sopping pussy. 

You are so wet every thrust is audible, and as I begin to go faster and faster, the urge to fill you overwhelms all. So focused am I, that I lose track of every other nerve in my body, all I can feel is your flooded pussy surrounding my cock. Nearly passing out, I explode with in you, the room spins as I hold your hips, pulling your ass firmly against me. 

I pull out and fall to my side, facing you, watching your boyfriend play with your clit, seeing you sucking your boyfriends now fully revived cock. Knowing of my affinity to cream pies from past conversations, you stay positioned as you are making sure I get an eye full. 

Wanting inside you again, your boyfriend rolls onto his side and pulls you to him. Our eyes meet and I can tell by the change in the expression on your face that he has entered you. He begins stroking behind you, and you look so sensual, your body heaving gently from his own movements. I glance away to see his hand slip around you and busy itself with your clit, but my eyes are drawn back to yours once again. My entire body tingles as you begin to moan and then it happens, we lean in and meet for a kiss, a slow, sensual kiss. We break it with our lips barely parting before going back for another. As that kiss ends, you turn back as far as your body allows, and prompt him for a long kiss before settling back down to lock eyes with me. 

I watch you rock and writhe under his knowledgeable touch, moaning and biting your lower lip. Your gaze penetrates me, I can see it coming, your skin flushes, your nipples go erect, your breathing gets heavier. We lean forward and meet for a kiss, and then it hits you, you grab my head and hold me in our kiss, I can feel the rest of your body convulsing as you orgasm again. Breaking our kiss you give me a peck on the cheek and spring into action. Rolling away from your boyfriend, he sighs as your warm pussy is no longer surrounding him, but you are not out of contact with him for long. You push him on his back and straddle his waist, reaching behind you, you guide him in. Leaning up he buries his face into your breasts kissing them all over and sucking on them. Knowing my part in this great adventure has come to an end, I begin to make my way back to the couch where my night had begun as you begin to bounce up and down on him. 

I only hear the two of you for a short time longer and then all is silent, the morning will be interesting.

A Guest at Dinner



All things considered, the weather hadn't been a concern. This night had been planned for months. It wasn't simply a matter of scheduling and finding the right time. If that had been all there was to planning this night then the weather might have been considered, but instead it was only afterthought.

This night required a different type of planning. My wife Bella and I had decided months before, after much discussion and disagreement that we would make this night happen. It required manipulation. It required patience. Most of all it required that we control our desires and appetites until the time came and the moment happened.

All our planning, manipulation, and patience had brought us to this point. And now we just needed to exercise enough self-control to allow events to unfold. One misstep would ruin everything. One wrong word or false move could bring down months of work.

The foundation was built, the house was framed, and now we could move forward.

Rain had been predicted. We knew that much, but the preparations for this special night had not included close monitoring of the weather. A little rain was of no real consequence, or so we believed.

Bella and I lived in a big old house well off the main road. The house was surrounded by woods and built upon a hill. It was not our house. It belonged to the old man who lived upstairs who rented us the basement and left us to our devices. The house was over a hundred years old and had been in his family for four generations. He was the last of his line, never married, without any children, content to live out his days in isolation.

He rented out the basement in order to pay the taxes on his sizable estate. It was like a large apartment, with six rooms, ample space, and all the amenities one would need. It had come decorated with antique furniture and fixtures which made one feel like they had traveled back in time when they were inside. The fireplace in the living room was flanked by mounted animal heads, a moose to the left and a boar's head to the right. Their eyes appeared to follow as you moved about the room, and while we considered taking them down, the old man upstairs had been very insistent that we change nothing, that we not redecorate, and that the basement apartment remain just as it was.

We had rented the basement apartment in part because of Bella's need to be away from crowded places with too many people and too much noise. We needed a quiet place where she could feel at ease. She suffered from schizophrenia and her symptoms were magnified by exposure to an influx of variables over which she had no control. She tended to perceive people she did not know as threats. Unfamiliar sounds were a sign of something sinister. In our quiet apartment the variables could be controlled and limited.

We kept her condition a secret from the landlord, who considered her to be "odd." He was himself quite eccentric and this oddness did not seem to bother him. Most of the time, Bella was quite amenable and one would not suspect she was in any way "touched," as her mother called her when referring to her condition. At other times she seemed quirky, given to flights of fancy and a vivid imagination. With medication and regular visits to her therapist, she had become capable of handling the challenges of everyday living, as long as she was in an environment she felt she was in control of.

She found the sound of rain to be calming, which was why on this night, when our grand plan would come to fruition, I had little concern about the weather. Bella could stand in the rain for hours, and I would be driven to lead her back into the house, fearing she would become sick and need the care of a doctor she was not familiar with, or worse a busy hospital with far more stimuli than she could bear. The rain was calming, but a violent storm accompanied by thunder and lightning was a different animal.

The rain was steady, but calm, before Erika arrived at our door. She was Bella's therapist and had been treating her for the better part of three years. They had known each other longer than Bella and I had been married. I had taken Bella to see her for the first time not long after we began dating, soon after the first signs of her schizophrenia began to manifest in her behavior. Erika had taken a special interest in Bella's case, and although I am often ashamed to admit it, she also took a special interest in me.

Erika was a psychiatrist and her patients universally called her Dr. Erika because her last name was long and difficult to pronounce, a strange and unusual last name of Eastern European ancestry containing an abundance of letters from the back end of the alphabet. She was a strikingly beautiful woman, with blonde hair and big eyes so brown that in the right lighting they looked like black opals. One would never suspect she was a doctor of any kind by the way she dressed and presented herself. She always wore a short skirt, high heels, and a low-cut blouse that drew your gaze uncontrollably towards her very ample cleavage.

She only took female patients, probably because most male patients would be unable to concentrate on therapy and treatment. She was like the personification of the most obvious sexual fantasy of men, a tall blonde with an incredible body who wasn't afraid to put it on display.

Dr. Erika had asked to meet with me before Bella and I took our vows. It was a professional consult, as she was concerned I was not fully aware of the challenges of marrying a schizophrenic. We had numerous sessions over the next few months, and while I engaged with Erika because I wanted the best for Bella, I found myself unable to contain my desires when alone in a room with this beautiful, intelligent woman who began to haunt my dreams and appear constantly in my fantasies. Eventually, when I would make love with Bella, I would find myself imagining it was Erika beneath me and not my wife.

I decided to tell Dr. Erika I could no longer take sessions with her. She asked me why, and I told her I simply did not believe it was a good idea. She pushed for a deeper explanation, insisting we needed these sessions to better understand and do what was best for Bella. So, I confessed to Erika that I could not stop fantasizing about her and imagining being with her and that could certainly not be good for my relationship with my wife.

"Someone who chooses the life you have, to knowingly marry a schizophrenic with severe agoraphobia... very few would choose the life you have chosen," she told me. "There are those who find themselves in your situation, but not by choice, as the symptoms usually manifest after rather than before the marriage."

"I love Bella and I want what's best for her," I told Erika. "Our sessions have been helpful as far as expanding my understanding of her condition and so forth, but maybe there is another shrink I can meet with, someone who can understand the situation?"

"I said you were a very special case," Dr. Erika told me. "That isn't just because you chose to marry a woman who presents many challenges."

"What then?" I wondered.

"You are a very attractive, compassionate, and insightful person. I find you charming, witty, and with many qualities I find both rare and endearing. My interest in you isn't strictly professional."

That exchange was the beginning of our affair. Before I left her office, Erika gave me a pass key to a hotel room. It was in one of the most exclusive hotels in the city and it was there we met regularly for the next few months.

Our "new sessions" as she called them always involved role play, usually a variation on a theme where I was the psychiatrist and she was some kind of nymphomaniac under my care.

The first time I went to the hotel room, I put my pass key in the door, walked in and sat down on the edge of the bed. I felt torn by my uncontrollable lust for Dr. Erika and my love for Bella, but when Erika told me the feelings were mutual, that she shared in my desire, it was too much to resist. She promised absolute discretion, and since Bella never left the house and the property surrounding it except for her appointments with Dr. Erika, there was little chance she would ever learn of the affair.

This didn't make me feel any less guilt about the road I was traveling down, but it made it easier to navigate my way along it.

I heard Erika in the bathroom, so I knew I had not been the first to arrive. When she emerged, she was wearing a black satin teddy. Her body was amazing and a gawked like a horny teenager who just opened his first stolen copy of Playboy. Her legs were long, toned, and alabaster white. Her skin was so perfect, so unblemished, and looked as if it had never been touched by the sun. Her large breasts, now freed from a brassiere, appeared overwhelming as they swung gently back and forth against the smooth fabric of her lingerie.

"Doctor, I feel funny between my legs," she said as she walked towards where I sat on the bed. "Is there a treatment you can give me for that?"

Dr. Erika had an advantage when it came to our trysts. She had discussed our sex life at length with Bella and drew from that knowledge to provide me with incredibly satisfying experiences. While her fantasies began with her role playing as a hypersexual patient, once she had me under her spell, she always became the dominant partner and she demanded compliance with her demands. At first it was simple things like what position she wanted me to fuck her in or demanded I go down on her for a full hour, "Or until your tongue falls off," as she put it. As time went on her demands became more bizarre. She would make me crawl around on the floor while she read me erotic poetry, or dry hump my leg while howling like a wolf. At times I wondered if she was merely trying to act out every conceivable sexual fantasy imaginable, or at least those her patients had shared with her.

There were three things that never happened during our wild sexual romps. She never performed oral sex on me and became angry at the mere suggestion. She discouraged me from touching or otherwise making contact with her breasts except via incidental contact during sex. And she never, ever, reached orgasm. She didn't even fake it, and she didn't seem to care.

"That was wonderful. Thank you," she always said at the end of our sessions, and always in her most professional tone of voice. It was as if we had completed a business transaction.

After several months of my regular encounters with Erika at the hotel, my conscience got the better of me and I confessed my infidelity to Bella. I expected her to be angry, or to cry, or to have some kind of devastating emotional reaction to my revelation.

Instead, she just looked at me sadly and said, "I know. I saw it in my mirror."

Bella had a mirror on her dresser she claimed allowed her to see what was going on "out in the world." Most of the things she said she saw in the mirror were things that never actually happened, like an earthquake destroying the town she was born in or a snake with a human head being under the bed. At other times the things she reported seeing in the mirror were actual events she could not otherwise have known about, like a young boy on a bicycle being hit by a car in town, which I had seen happen while coming home from grocery shopping earlier in the day. I chalked these up to being lucky guesses or eerie coincidences.

"I want you to be happy," Bella said after telling me she knew about my affair. "Dr. Erika is a very attractive woman. I don't think she has a husband or a boyfriend but she doesn't talk about her personal life. She says that is a violation of professional ethics, but she always seems lonely to me."

"I'm happy with you, Bella," I told her. "I'm sorry. I just gave in to lust because I'm weak and stupid."

"Don't be sorry, my love," she said, looking at me with a smile and tears in her eyes. "I want you to have everything you desire and if you desire Dr. Erika then I want you to have her."

"I don't want to leave you for her," I explained, thinking she was telling me it was okay to leave her for Erika. "I love you. She's just..."

"She's eye candy," Bella said. "She's got that smoking hot body and she flaunts it like a cheap hooker. I know you wouldn't leave me for her. She's got brains, but I don't think she has a soul."

"What do you mean?"

"Have you ever brought her to orgasm?" Bella asked.

"What? No. I'd rather not talk about..."

"I didn't think so," Bella said as she stared off at the boar's head next to the fireplace. "We should invite her over for dinner sometime."

This was the discussion that began the planning for a night we both came to believe would be the most thrilling of our young lives. We would invite Dr. Erika to the house for dinner. That was all the invitation would say, but there was more to the invitation than what could be seen on the surface. We wouldn't extend the invitation immediately, we would wait until the groundwork was complete and the stage was set for what we were really planning.

Dr. Erika was a brilliant woman in her field, but I had come to realize that her interaction with people on a more personal level was very limited. Her knowledge of human behavior was primarily theoretical rather than derivative of personal experience. She often seemed to consider herself above the rabble, possessing a sense of intellectual superiority, but with a great craving to be punished for this somehow. The way she began our sessions at the hotel betrayed this. They always started with her being a patient, an oversexed woman with psychological issues portrayed convincingly because of Erika's experience with patients who had those same issues.

The role play as a patient who was submissive to me, the doctor, would change as soon as the sexual play ended and physical intimacy started. At that point she always switched roles and began making demands of me. "Lick my pussy!" "Turn me over!" "Stop now, I've had enough!"

She never reached orgasm during our sessions, but she was also very specific about mine. She never let me cum while we were having intercourse. She would bring me to the edge multiple times, but she kept phenomenal control over me, and in the end she would tell me she had enough, have me to sit for a while and wait while she changed into the clothes she wore at the office. Then she would sit on a chair in front of me and have me pretend I was a patient in her office who was secretly masturbating while in a treatment session with her. She'd make me keep quiet, touch myself under a sheet, and act like I was listening intently as she went on with the kind of chatter that might be part of an actual therapy session.

After I confessed to Bella about the affair, and we began planning our little dinner party, Bella's entire demeanor changed. She was driven by a newfound purpose that alleviated her boredom and distracted her from obsessing about her condition. All she talked about was "the special night" and the thoughts and ideas she had about it.

The special night was all about having Dr. Erika over for dinner and then convincing her to basically join us for a sexual threesome. I didn't believe it would really happen, especially given some of the more outlandish ideas Bella brought to the table, but mostly because I didn't think Erika would cross professional boundaries and engage in sexual activity with a schizophrenic patient. She had chosen to begin an affair with me, but I wasn't a patient, I was what she called a "caregiver."

Bella could be very clever, sometimes almost pathologically so, and she began telling Dr. Erika that she felt sexually attracted to large breasted women. She brought it up slowly at first during their sessions and acted embarrassed and ashamed of these feelings. After first bringing it up, she pushed it aside, telling Dr. Erika she didn't want to talk about it, that she thought it was "gross" and "wrong," that she was married and such thoughts were a betrayal of her commitment to me.

Eventually, however, Dr. Erika convinced her to talk about it. Bella had alluded to it numerous times in their sessions and then got flustered, once even leaving the office because she "couldn't deal with it." When Erika finally convinced Bella to talk about these feelings, which were obviously plaguing her and upsetting her, Bella came home and told me "the plan is succeeding!"

During my hotel rendezvous with Erika, I looked for an opportunity to bring up the topic of inviting another person into our encounters. That opportunity never seemed to come. Erika appeared very pleased with our sessions. Unlike Bella, I never really believed this scheme would work, and I didn't want to risk offending Erika. Now that Bella knew about the affair and approved of it, I wanted very much for them to continue.

Erika didn't know Bella was aware of our ongoing affair. Neither Bella nor I gave her any indication of this and we both felt it was better this way, even though it meant Bella was not being completely honest with her psychiatrist, which undoubtedly affected her treatment.

I was getting dressed in the hotel room after a particularly hot afternoon romp with Erika and was about to leave when she stopped me and said she wanted to ask me about something.

"Have you ever thought about having another person join us?" she asked.

"You want some woman or a man getting into bed with us?"

"Either or," she said, very casually and with no affect in her voice. "It was just something I was giving a passing thought to."

"I don't think I would like sharing you," I lied to her.

"I see," Erika told me stoically. "It was just a thought."

I wasn't sure I should tell Bella about the exchange for fear it would make her cocky and overconfident and thus lead her to overplay her hand during her therapy sessions. I knew she would interpret what Erika had said as an endorsement of our plan and an expression of Erika's interest in it. All she'd really said was that she had a passing interest in the idea of having another person join us in our hotel room.

Bella was clever, but also given to moments of extreme paranoid and delusions. The fact that she remained so focused on making a threesome happen with the two of us and Erika was out of character for her. I'd expected her to lose interest after a while and find something else to occupy her time and thoughts. My expectations had been wrong. This obsession was consuming her.

"So, would you like it if it were another woman?" Erika asked me after our next session at the hotel.

I knew what she was talking about despite her bringing it up without first establishing context. "I just really don't want to be in bed with a man. The thought disgusts me. You're the one who brought it up. It was your idea."

"I know," she said. "These things are tricky. It sounds good in theory and during pillow talk, but when it comes down to it, jealousy is a cruel monster."

"Well, like I said, you were the one who brought it up."

"I have a client whose husband is obsessed with having a threesome with another woman," she said. "In our last session she told me she found out her husband is having an affair. I think it must every man's fantasy to have his wife and mistress get it on while he watches."

"Now you're just talking crazy," I said after catching my breath.

"I don't have a session until three o'clock today. My pussy is closed for the day, but I have a special idea for our second round."

We'd never had a "second round" before. Usually after Erika announced she was "done," she made me get myself off while pretending I was a patient masturbating during a therapy session, then we closed up shop and went our separate ways. Even when I'd try to get a "second round" started, she would push me away and say, "When we're done, we're done. Don't push your luck."




A Guest at Dinner



Erika got dressed in her usual office attire, a short skirt, heels, and a dangerously low cut top. Then she stood up and walked over to where I was sitting on the edge of the bed. She looked angry as she stood over me and said, "Did you just play with yourself during a therapy session?"

"No, Dr. Erika, I would never do that," I said, lying intentionally as I assumed we were starting another role play adventure.

"Why do you insist on lying about your deviant behaviors?" she said, sounding far too angry to be realistically playing a psychiatrist/patient fantasy.

"I'm sorry, Dr. Erika, I'm just embarrassed is all."

"There will be no more sessions," she snapped. "I will refer you to another doctor for treatment, but it is obvious that our relationship is at an end."

I thought she was setting up some kind of role play where I begged her to keep seeing me as a patient, as so I proceeded to get on my knees and beg the way I assumed she wanted me to. In response she handed me the business card of a psychologist named Mark Jones and then became very serious as she told me she was making the referral because I "needed help" and then walked out of the hotel room.

I stayed there, on my knees, waiting for her to come back but she didn't. I looked around the room, then at the bed, with sheets thrown asunder, and wondered what had just happened.

She refused to take my calls at the office. Her receptionist told me that I needed to stop calling and follow the instructions Dr. Erika had given me, speaking to me as if I were a patient. My calls to Erika's cell phone went unanswered and unreturned. We stopped meeting at the hotel room and I did not see her again until she accepted Bella's invitation to dinner and showed up at our door.

"It's really coming down out there," I heard her telling Bella, who answered the door while I waited in the living room in front of the fire I had started.

"The fireplace is going," Bella told her. "I can get you a change of clothes if you want."

It had been over a month since I'd seen Erika, and I'd informed Bella that she had ended our affair. I withheld the details, saying only that Erika had decided to stop seeing me. We both felt that was also the end of our plan to invite her to dinner and turn it into something more. Then, during one of her sessions, Bella casually brought up the idea of Dr. Erika coming to the house for dinner and reported that she had responded by saying, "I think it would be a good idea to get a better idea of the environment you're living in. It might answer some questions I have."

Erika walked into the living room wearing a long black raincoat. Her blonde hair was drenched. Her face was wet and pink from the elements having their way with her exposed white flesh. Bella brought her a towel, which Erika used to dry her hair while standing in front of the fire. Her beauty, highlighted by the flames around her, made me long to be with her again the way we had been so many times before.

Bella again offered Erika a change of clothes, but she refused. Once she felt her face and hair were sufficiently dry, and she'd been warmed enough by the fire, Erika took off her raincoat, revealing that she was dressed in the much same fashion as she dressed at the office. She wore a tight white sweater of thin material, unbuttoned to midway between her breasts, a short skirt with a slit that ran well up her thigh along with five inch heels.

"I'm sorry you had to come out in this mess," Bella told her.

"You can't control the weather, Bella, no matter how hard you try," Erika told her.

Underneath the raincoat, Erika had stayed relatively dry. She sat down on the antique armchair beside the fireplace and used the towel to dry her shoes and lower legs. Then she handed the towel back to Bella, thanked her, and then turned her attention to me after Bella took the towel to the bathroom.

"How have you been?" she asked.

"I've been good," I told her as I unapologetically looked longingly at her beautiful legs, now crossed in front of her on the chair with the slit in her skirt riding up to her hip.

"Did you start seeing the therapist I recommended, Mark Jones?" she asked, sounding very serious.

"No, I haven't seen him," I said, betraying a tone of annoyance in my voice.

"I really wish you would," she said, maintaining a very professional tone. "I think you'd really benefit from some counseling, and he's very good."

I was openly annoyed with Erika, feeling she was playing some sort of sick game with me, pretending we'd never been embroiled in an affair, refusing to take my calls, and insisting I see a therapist. I got up from my chair and stormed off to the kitchen.

"Are you getting the wine, honey?" I heard Bella call out after I got to the kitchen.

"Yes, darling," I replied, trying to conceal my annoyance with Erika.

I came back with the wine, placing the three glasses on top of the coffee table, an antique of unspecified background made of mahogany. It could be unsettling if one noticed the intricate and very detailed posts at all four corners. The posts were carved to look like medusas, scowling in different directions with snakes that grew out their mouths which appeared to move with every crackling of flame from the fireplace.

I poured the wine from the bottle into the glasses, handed one to Erika without looking at her, and then smiled at Bella as I handed the second glass to her. I joined Bella on the sofa while she chatted with Erika.

"So, none of this is your furniture or artwork or anything, you said?" Erika asked Bella.

"It belongs to our landlord," Bella told her. "He made it a condition of the lease. We have to leave everything exactly as it was."

"Some of this furniture is worth a lot of money," Erika said. "The problem is you've got so many different styles and eras all mismatched up together. I mean, you've got a Chesterfield sofa that I'd guess is from the 1920s, a ribbon-back chair from sometime in the 18th century... but it doesn't matter. Your home is very charming and extremely eclectic."

"We like it," Bella told her while squeezing my hand tightly.

The sound of thunder rattled the light fixtures, causing Bella to jump and squeeze my hand even tighter as she gasped, "That was really close! That's bad!"

"It's just thunder, honey," I told her, trying to be reassuring while squeezing her hand back.

"Bella, it's normal to be startled by thunder, many people are," Erika told her after she'd shown no reaction to the thunder whatsoever.

"It is a sign that He is coming," Bella told her. "I don't like when He comes."

"Who is coming, Bella?" Erika asked her.

"It's just a delusion," I told Erika. "She knows it isn't real."

"I think you need to let Bella answer for herself," Erika said to me sternly, before looking back at my wife and asking, "Bella, who is coming?"

"I don't know his name but he rides on lightning and arrives with the thunder. He comes to judge the wicked and the evil."

"Do you think you are wicked and evil?" Erika asked Bella.

"No," Bella told her plainly. "He has already judged me and found that I was good and worthy of his mercy."

"Why don't you like it when he comes?"

"He tells me things," Bella explained. "He tells me things and I have to do what he tells me or there will be consequences."

"What kind of consequences?"

"I don't know. I always do what he tells me so I've never gotten any consequences."

Bella tended to shift into a being like a frightened child when she felt threatened by something, especially when it came to her delusions and believing they had taken form in the house. I wanted to change the subject, to distract her from obsessing about this entity she'd told me about before. Whenever there was a thunderstorm, she'd tell me "He is coming" but "He" never seemed to actually arrive.

Erika uncrossed her legs as I looked over at her. I was trying to signal with my eyes and expression that I wanted her to drop the subject. Instead of any acknowledgment of my concerns, I was greeted with a clear view of her smooth, hairless vagina before she slowly re-crossed her legs. She wasn't wearing any underwear under her skirt, and now I was distracted from the subject at hand.

"I tried shaving down there once," Bella said very matter-of-factly. "I ended up with really bad razor burn so I never tried it again."

"You can't just take a razor and shave it like you do with your legs," Erika said in response, not even breaking a smile as she kept her cool and professional demeanor. "There is a process involved. I get a regular waxing done by a professional. I could give you her number if you like."

"What do you think, honey?" Bella asked, turning towards me. "Would you like it if my cooch was all smooth like Erika's?"

"I like you just the way you are," I told her, "but if you want to try that, I think you should."

"It's just that Dr. Erika has such a nice looking cunt," Bella said. "Don't you like her cunt, honey?"

Bella's use of the word "cunt" took me by surprise, along with what she was saying, and I could not hide the discomfort in my reaction.

"Baby, come on, I think you're being rude," I said as I scrambled for something to say in response to her question.

"She's the one showing us her cunt," Bella said, sounding annoyed with me. "The least we can do is compliment her on her magnificent cunt if she's going to be nice enough to show it to us."

"Baby, don't you think you should check on dinner?" I asked her, trying to avoid any further comment on the subject she was insistent on pursuing.

"Oh, right, yes, I almost forgot. It should be ready. I made a roast," Bella said, looking at Erika and beaming with pride over her culinary exploits. "I hope you like it."

"She's definitely one of a kind," Erika remarked to me after Bella left the room en route to the kitchen.

"I'm sorry about that," I said. "Sometimes she just, well, you know..."

"She tends to say what she thinks, which isn't always a bad thing, but the normal social conventions seem to elude her quite often."

"I apologize, regardless," I told her. "That was way out of line."

"Oh, no bother," Erika said before uncrossing and re-crossing her legs, pausing long enough in between to give me another unobstructed view of that which had stirred up the controversy. "You didn't answer her question, though. What do you think about my cunt?"

"I try not to..."

"Well, I think I have a nice cunt and so does Bella. I'm sorry if you don't agree."

"I didn't say that. I said I try not to think about it because ever since we stopped seeing each other I've been..."

"Seeing each other? What do you mean?" Erika asked, looking genuinely puzzled.

"You know what I'm talking about," I said. "Stop playing games with me."

"Honestly, I don't know what you're talking about. Why don't you just tell me you like my cunt?" Erika leaned back in her chair, uncrossed her legs and spread them open. "Look at it. How can you not like this cunt?"

"Just tell her you like her cunt, honey!" Bella yelled from the kitchen. "What's the big deal?"

"Okay, fine," I sighed and looked Erika directly in the eye. "You have a nice cunt."

"Do you really think so? Look at it again."

"Fine, I'll look at it again," I said, sounding extremely agitated.

I looked down at her vagina and was about to look back up at Erika and tell her I liked it when something caught my eye. There appeared to be something moving on or around it. I figured it was probably a trick of the lighting, from the flickering flames of the fireplace, and was about to look away when something parted her labia and pushed out from within her vagina.

"What the..."

Erika leaned back further in her chair and began softly moaning, spreading her legs so that she could open enough for what looked like the head of a hydra to peak out from between her legs. The head moved around, as if examining the environment around Erika's body very closely, and while it did, Erika's head moved around in a rhythm that mimicked the movements of the hydra.

"I have such a nice cunt," Erika said as her head moved around and she quietly moaned. "You love my cunt, don't you? You love it."

I didn't know if she was talking to me or the hydra, or whatever it was that was protruding from her vagina. I just sat and stared, in a state of shock, basically hypnotized by what I was seeing.

"You guys can come into the dining room," Bella called from the kitchen. "I'm bringing the dinner out now."

Erika sat up, her head stopped moving, her moans ceased, and she closed her legs before standing up and saying to me, "Shall we eat?" It was as if nothing had happened, or at least she was able to act as if nothing had. I wasn't about to ask. I didn't know what question I could possibly ask pertaining to what I'd seen that would make any sense at all.

Just as we sat down at the dining room table, with me at the head of the table and the two women to either side of me, another crash of thunder shook the house. It sounded very close, so close that I wondered if the house had been hit by lightning. Our basement apartment lacked windows, being completely underground, so we could not see the lightning. We could only hear the thunder.

The food was on the table, and we helped ourselves to portions of roast beef, mashed potatoes, green beans, and squash. Bella poured us all a fresh glass of wine and we began to eat. This crash of thunder seemed to leave her unfazed.

"We should say grace," Bella said after seeing Erika and I pick up our forks.

"Do you usually say grace?" Erika asked.

"Only before the lights go out," Bella said.

Seconds later, the lights flickered and went out. We sat in complete darkness until a lit candle appeared in the center of the table. Bella always kept one handy in each room in case of a power outage.

"Too late for grace; we should get more candles," Bella said. "That one isn't going to cut it, I'm afraid."

"I know where they are, I'll be right back," I said before walking back to the living room, which was well illuminated by the fireplace, and grabbing the candelabra we kept in the antique cabinet by the door. I found it and searched for the matches we kept next to it, but then each of the five candles on the candelabra ignited simultaneously without my having lit them.

I stood frozen for several moments, trying to understand how this had happened, and seeing no one anywhere in my immediate area. The basement apartment, with its ancient furnishings and trappings, had often felt and looked like a haunted house. Bella often reported weird and unusual phenomenon, but I always attributed those to her delusions and paranoia because I'd never encountered anything like she described anywhere in the house, only shadows and illusions easily explained.

There was another violent crash of thunder as I got back to the dining room. I could hear cabinets fly open in the kitchen. Plates and glassware fell crashing to the floor. I put the candelabra on the table and looked at Bella's face, which was as white as Erika's thighs.

"He's here," she said without any fear or concern whatsoever. Bella just stared at me like she was catatonic, not moving at all or speaking another word.

"Has this happened before?" Erika asked calmly as I turned to look at her. "I don't mean the power going out, I mean that," she explained as she pointed at Bella's face.

"Only when something really, really scares her. Once she told me she saw a 'ghost' in the living room. Another time she said a woman was being murdered in the woods outside. Those were the only other times she got like this."

"She needs time to understand, on her own terms, that it isn't real, that this person or thing she's talking about isn't really here. How long did it take her to come back those other times?"

"About an hour or so," I said.

"Are you okay?" Erika asked me.

"I'm not really sure," I told her, looking at the candelabra and then at her. "Is everything okay with, um, you?"

"I'm fine," Erika said, finally smiling but choosing a strange time to do it. "I've always liked it when the lights go out, ever since I was a little girl. You know how everything seems really spooky and you think someone is going to pop out from behind furniture and grab you? I love that feeling, but then you know it isn't real, so you get spooked but you don't get that fear that paralyzes you."

"Like Bella?"

"Yeah, like Bella. To her these things are real and she can't explain them away the way we do."

"Okay, seriously, what was up with the hydra or whatever back in the living room?" I said, no longer able to contain my need to know what I'd witnessed.

"There was a hydra in the living room?" Erika asked, looking perplexed by my question. "Maybe I should be worried about you, now?"

"No, there was a hydra or something, maybe some kind of dildo, I don't know, but it was coming out of you and... well, fuck, you know exactly what I'm talking about. Stop fucking with me."

"You saw something phallic coming out of my cunt?" she laughed. "Damn, talk about projection! That takes the cake."

"Can you please stop saying the word 'cunt'? Every time you say that I feel like I just put a fork in an electrical socket."

"What's the matter with the word cunt? That's what it is, isn't it? A cunt?"

"Fine, whatever, I don't even care, fuck it," I said, throwing up my arms and picking up the lone candle to light my way back to the living room. My official reason for leaving the dining room was to find more candles, but I just wanted to get away from Erika and whatever game she was playing with me.

The candle cast shadows everywhere as the flame danced as if being blown about by wind. I didn't feel any wind. The air felt heavy, damp, and musty. It always felt that way in the apartment, but in the dark it was so much more pronounced.

I felt a presence, as if someone was out in the hallway that led from the living room to our front door. It was possible someone had come into the house. I walked towards the hall to see if someone was there.

"Who's out there?" I asked as I got to the hallway and looked into the darkness towards the front door. "Is that you, Mr. Stein?"

I could only see shadows and what the dancing flame on the candle seemed inclined to illuminate, so I walked cautiously towards the door. When I reached it and held the candle out in front of me, I could see the door was ajar. My first thought was to close and lock it, but upon further consideration decided to open it and look outside.

Our front door did not lead directly outside. It led to a small landing with steps that led up to another door that led outside. There was a flash of lightning that illuminated a figure in the glass windows of the external door. The flash did not last long enough for me to determine its identity.

I took careful steps towards the concrete stairs lead up to the door, trying to hold the candle up in an effort to identify whoever was there. My efforts were futile. The candle did not cast enough light.

Then the tapping began. At first it sounded like a tree branch rapping against the window, leading me to believe one had fallen in front of the door, creating the illusion of a human figure in the darkness. I called out to it, "Who's there?" but received no answer.

As I got closer to the stairs and placed my foot on the first step, I became acutely aware of the sounds of wind and rain outside, drowning out any other sounds that might have been present. The tapping began again, this time in earnest, so I began taking each step slowly, my heart racing, as I climbed steadily towards the door.

The sounds of wind and rain got louder with every step, but so did the tapping. Then I heard the sound of the old metal doorknob scraping against the plate. I hoped Bella had locked the door after letting Erika in, as even though we normally left the interior door unlocked, we usually locked this one before going to bed.




A Guest at Dinner



The tapping became louder, now more like a knocking. I heard a muffled voice coming from the other side of the door. Taking a deep breath, I stepped up to the top stair, and then held my candle up to the window.

It was Mr. Stein, dressed in a raincoat with a rain hat tied around his chin. He was urgently trying to get my attention, but I was at a loss to understand why. He had a key to our apartment, one that opened both doors, and yet he was standing in a torrential downpour knocking in earnest.

I unlocked the door and opened it. The wind blew it into me, nearly knocking me over and down the stairs. With wind and rain assaulting my face, I took hold of the door and told Mr. Stein to come in and get out of the rain.

Once we closed the door and Mr. Stein and I were both safely inside and away from the elements, he followed me down the concrete stairs, staying close to me and to the candle.

"Heck of a storm," he remarked after we finished descending the stairs. "Are you folks okay?"

"Yeah, I think so," I told him. "You really spooked me there for a minute."

"Sorry about that. I went out to try to start my generator to get some power to the house and locked myself out, and on top of that I couldn't get the generator going. Do you folks mind if I hole up here with you until this blows over?"

I couldn't turn him away, and there was no real reason to. We went back into the house and I took him into the dining room where Erika and Bella were still sitting.

"Mr. Stein, this is Erika, she's a friend of ours," I said as a means of introduction. "Erika, this is our landlord, Mr. Stein."

"Nice to meet you," she said.

Bella was still catatonic, her position and expression completely unchanged from when I'd seen her last. Mr. Stein looked concerned, but didn't ask any questions in regard to Bella's state. He'd always considered her "odd" and "different" and I imagine he considered this part of her usual character.

"She gets very frightened in a storm," Erika volunteered. "She'll be fine after the storm passes."

"Yes, I can see that," Mr. Stein told her. "My mother was of a similar mold."

Mr. Stein appeared quite enamored with Erika's breasts. In the light of the candles on the table, her tight white sweater and the cleavage revealed so openly by her unbuttoning it as much as she did, her large breasts were indeed mesmerizing. For someone who had never basked in their glory before, they were an amazing sight to behold.

"Mr. Stein locked himself out of his house," I explained as I looked at Erika, intentionally avoiding looking down at her cleavage. "He's going to wait with us until the storm passes. I hope that's okay with you."

"Of course," Erika said before unbuttoning another button on her sweater with a look of complete indifference.

"Why don't you take off your coat and hat and make yourself comfortable," I suggested. "We were just sitting down to eat when the power went out. There's plenty if you'd like to join us."

"We might as well eat," I told Erika after Mr. Stein removed his raincoat and hat and sat down in the chair next to Bella.

It was somewhat strange, passing around the food, serving ourselves, and then eating while Bella sat in her catatonic state there at the table with us. Erika suggested fixing a plate of food for her and putting it down in front of her. That way if she did come out of her state she would be able to rejoin the group more seamlessly.

From the head of the table I could see the reason Mr. Stein had sat next to Bella was so he could stare at Erika's breasts from across the table. She did nothing to discourage him, but aside from unbuttoning another button, which was just below the bottom edge of her brassiere, she did nothing to encourage him either. We all ate, chatted back and forth about the weather and the house, and Erika pretended as if she had no idea this eighty year old man was staring hungrily at her breasts.

After we finished eating, I got up and cleared the table, putting all the dirty dishes in the kitchen sink. When I returned, Erika had disappeared, leaving the almost comical sight of Mr. Stein sitting quietly next to the catatonic Bella.

"I suppose dessert would be too much to ask," Mr. Stein joked.

"I think Bella had something prepared," I told him. "Where did Erika go off to?"

"Ladies' room," Mr. Stein replied. "Did she make cake? I love chocolate cake. Bella made one for my birthday last year and it was very good."

"I can take a look if you like," I said, somewhat bothered by his insistence on dessert, but glad Erika had left the room so that Mr. Stein's eyes were no longer focused strictly on her breasts.

I was about to head back into the kitchen when Erika returned from the bathroom. It was extremely obvious that she had taken off her bra and was now wearing only the thin white sweater, still unbuttoned past her sternum. Her erect nipples and wide, very pink areolas were very visible through the fabric. Mr. Stein was sitting, mouth agape, looking suddenly as catatonic as Bella.

"I hope you don't mind," she said, looking directly at Mr. Stein who looked only at her chest and not at her face. "That bra is so uncomfortable I just couldn't take it any longer. I don't know why I keep insisting on wearing it."

"Did you still want that cake?" I asked Mr. Stein as I turned towards him, forcing myself to stop staring at Erika's chest.

My question snapped Mr. Stein out of his frozen stare enough so that he could say, "Oh, I don't want to be a bother. Don't go out of your way on my account."

He didn't stop staring, mesmerized by Erika's breasts gleaming through the thin material of the white sweater. I don't think he could have looked away without some kind of outside intervention.

"Bella tells me you've lived alone for a long time," Erika said while looking at Mr. Stein.

"Yes," Mr. Stein said, looking like he was going to start drooling like a baby during a feeding. "I've lived alone for many years."

"Do you like living alone?"

"There are pluses and minuses, but of course, that can be said about most things," Mr. Stein told her.

I was amazed by his ability to speak clearly and coherently, given that he could not bring himself to look away from Erika's breasts. While his eyes were entranced, his brain was extremely capable of multitasking.

"I live alone as well," Erika told him and then casually reached down and popped open another button on her sweater. "I've never liked living with other people, even in college."

"I think its breast to live alone," Mr. Stein said, having his first verbal slip of the conversation, although he didn't seem to realize what he'd said.

"I'd really like to take off my sweater," Erika said passively. "I'm just worried I might offend you, Mr. Stein."

"That won't offend me, but I can't speak for the nipples whose tits this is."

"Are you a breast man, Mr. Stein?" Erika asked, finally cracking a grin, as she began unbuttoning her sweater the rest of the way down.

"Oh my, that's a heck of a question, isn't it," Mr. Stein said, finally starting to stammer and look uncomfortable, sweat becoming visible on his forehead.

"I'm just curious," Erika said as she finished unbuttoning her sweater and sat with it open in the front but still resting over her breasts. "I bet you've known a lot of women in your time."

"Oh gosh, not tit many, some, sure, but not many women, not like that, no, not tit all." Mr. Stein's forehead was now very visible on his forehead and his mouth hung open every time he stopped talking.

"Would you come around the back of my chair and help me take off my sweater from behind?" Erika asked him. "It would be just like you were helping a lady take off her coat in the old days."

I was entranced, not only by Erika's huge breasts and how she was teasing Mr. Stein with them, but also by the way she had broken his resolve and turned him into a plaything.

"Of course," Mr. Stein said and nervously got up from his chair, knocking it over in the process. He reached down and awkwardly picked up the chair and put it upright at the table before stepping excitedly over to the other side of the table.

He came up behind Erika and paused, his hands hovering above her shoulders, uncertain of whether he should actually do what she'd asked him to do. He tried to act relaxed and casual, as if this were no big deal, but his ancient hands were shaking so much it was impossible to ignore.

"Is there a problem? Are you okay back there?" she asked him while looking directly at me. "I haven't offended you have I?"

"I'm fine," he eked out with a high-pitched squeal, and then took the fabric of the sweater above Erika's shoulders between the thumb and first two fingers of each hand. She sat up in her chair and moved her hands away from her sides so he could slide the sweater down along her arms.

He seemed unwilling to look down as her breasts became completely exposed, looking off to the left, away from everyone while he slipped the sweater down over her wrists and removed it completely.

He stood there for a few long moments, his head twitching as he appeared as if he were going to look over at her breasts but kept changing his mind. He stood there, doing this nervous head twitch multiple times, and not moving much otherwise. He looked like a broken animatronic figure at Disneyland.

"May I have my sweater, Mr. Stein?" Erika asked from her chair.

"Oh, yes, I'm sorry," he said. "I don't know where my mind was, just drifting I guess."

He turned to hand Erika the sweater. It was obvious he was trying to act casual about it and then go back to his seat, doing his best to be a gentleman. Once he looked over, however, and saw Erika sitting with her phenomenal breasts completely bare and exposed, he started babbling incoherently about chocolate cake, unicorns, some problem he was having with his lawnmower.

I thought he was going to have a heart attack, especially when he clutched at his chest and struggled to gasp out words. Finally, he made his way back to his seat, his eyes fixated on Erika's breasts as he sat there in silence, sweat still dripping down his forehead, causing him to wipe his eyes with his napkin more than once as our conversation continued.

Another crash of thunder somehow caused all the candles to go out simultaneously. The candelabra then self-ignited as it had before.

"Gosh you have great tits," Mr. Stein blurted out as soon as the candle illuminated the room again.

"Why thank you, Mr. Stein," Erika said with a smile. "Some people think they are much too large."

"Oh no, no, no, no," babbled Mr. Stein, "Not at all, not at all."

"We should carry Bella into the living room," I suggested. "With the fire in there we won't have to worry about losing light."

"Are you scared of the dark?" Mr. Stein said, turning towards me with a piercing glare, his tone having changed from nervous old man to sinister bully. "Maybe you should call your mommy."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me," he said, staring now at my chest the way he'd been staring at Erika's. "Are you trying to hide from Erika's tits? You're a coward."

"We shouldn't move her," Erika told me, having no apparent reaction to what Mr. Stein had just said to me. "I honestly don't know what she's going through right now, and it appears she's catatonic, but I really can't say for sure. Don't you have any flashlights?"

"In the spare bedroom," I told her as I stood up. "I'm almost sure they have batteries."

"Almost sure?"

"We usually just use candles when the power goes out," I shrugged.

Erika put her sweater back on, very casually, like she was putting her jacket on. She buttoned it about halfway up, picked the single candle off the table, and told me to lead the way to the spare bedroom.

We got through the living room and out to the hallway. Turning left would bring us to the front door, but turning right led us to the master bedroom, at the end of the hall, with the spare bedroom to the left of that. I turned right and Erika followed with Mr. Stein in the rear.

There was a flash of lightning as I pushed open the door to the spare bedroom and we all walked inside. It was followed a moment later with thunder, but I wasn't going to let the thunder scare me.

Then I turned around, the candle in front of my face, looking at Erika and Mr. Stein and said, "There are no windows in this apartment. Where did that lightning come from?"

They looked back and forth at each other and then at me. We all had similar looks of confusion and consternation. Then the candle blew out and we found ourselves standing in the spare bedroom in complete darkness.

The lightning flashed again and very briefly illuminated the room. The only thing I saw was Erika on the bed, naked from the waist up with Mr. Stein on top of her, looking up at me with a crazed expression, huge fangs protruding from his mouth. Then it went dark again, so I reached out in front of me and my hand bumped into Mr. Stein.

"Everyone still here?" I asked in nervous confusion.

"Yes, right here," Erika told me. "Where are you hiding those flashlights? Any idea?"

"Top dresser drawer, I think," I told her and started taking small steps towards where I knew the dresser to be. Feeling around in the dark, I came upon the top dresser drawer, smacking the back of my hand against the drawer handles in the process.

Lightning flashed again, revealing what appeared to be Bella's disembodied head sitting on top of the dresser. After the flash was gone, I heard her voice say, "He is coming," followed immediately by a loud crash of thunder.

"You find those flashlights yet?" Erika asked from behind me.

"Hold on," I said while I pulled open the top drawer and fished around in it with my left hand. Unable to see at all, and hoping there was nothing untoward in the drawer, I felt around for anything that felt like a flashlight.

To the left was what felt like some sort of folded clothing, stacked in the drawer, possibly shirts of some kind. To the right was a stack that felt heavier, somewhat denser and I figured they were probably bed sheets for guests who might stay in the spare bedroom. There was nothing that in any way felt like a flashlight in the drawer, so I closed it and proceeded to check the next drawer.

I felt to the left of the second drawer, where there was a small box and some folded clothing underneath. I moved my hand to the right, where I hit the jackpot. There were two flashlights there, and I picked them up triumphantly.

I turned the first flashlight on and was happy when it went on, but disappointed with the limited amount of light it provided. With it pointing up at the ceiling I looked forward at the mirror over the dresser and saw the reflection of Erika naked, tied to the bed on her back, Mr. Stein on top of her riding her fast and hard.

I dropped the flashlight and gasped. Then I turned around quickly and bumped into both Erika and Mr. Stein, who were standing directly behind me.

"What's the problem? Flashlight bite you?" Erika asked, her face slightly illuminated by the flashlight lying in the drawer. "Does the other one work?"

The second flashlight worked, and cast a much more illuminating light than the first. It lit up the entire room, and as I looked around, I saw absolutely no sign of what had apparently been a delusion involving Erika and Stein on the bed.

I handed the flashlight to Erika and fished the first flashlight out of the drawer. It was still on, and provided enough light to show that the contents of the left side of the drawer consisted of a box of latex condoms, along with what appeared to be the same sweater and skirt Erika was wearing.

I held onto the flashlight and slammed the dresser drawer shut. With the room now fully lightened I could see the stern, questioning look Erika was giving me in response to my loud slamming of the drawer. She was holding the flashlight and pointing it ahead of her, so I switched off mine for the time being and the three of us walked together back to the dining room.

Bella was gone, or at least no longer sitting in the dining room in a catatonic state. There was no sign of where she was, so Erika and I started calling out her name and asking her to respond.

"Wait here in case she comes back," I told Erika.

Mr. Stein followed me out through the living room, where the fire in the fireplace was starting to die out. He suggested he should stoke it and add some wood, which we had plenty of, so I told him to go ahead and take care of that while I went to the master bedroom. I figured Bella had gotten up, been disoriented, and wandered off to our bed.

I'd left Erika with the better flashlight, the one with the strong light, and regretted doing so after dealing with the weak and yellowish beam that sputtered and flickered from my flashlight. I looked around in the corners of the bedroom, called out Bella's name, and got no response. Knowing she sometimes hid under the desk when she was in a panic, I walked over to the other end of the room where the desk sat. I crouched down and pointed my flashlight under the desk.

She wasn't there, but something moved quickly and scurried out of sight when the light was cast under the desk. It wasn't anywhere near large enough to have been Bella, and she couldn't have slipped up between the desk and the wall to have gotten away, the way this thing had.

Whatever it was moved up the side of the wall, behind the armoire in the corner of the room, and then up along the ceiling. I pointed my light up at it and saw a dark creature about the size of a kitten. It hissed at me and then, in a hoarse, scratchy voice, told me, "He is coming" and moved very rapidly across the ceiling and out into the hallway.

Out of a sense of curiosity that outweighed my fear, I gave thought to following the shadowy creature out into the hall. Before I could do so, I was distracted by a sound coming from the direction of the bed. I turned and pointed my flashlight, casting the light back and forth across the room as I did. The sound was like a quiet chirping; an irregular repetition of an almost inaudible high-pitched whimper, and its source was a mystery. The weak and yellowy light passed back and forth across the bed, finding nothing but the disheveled sheets of the unmade bed.

On the other side of the bed was Bella's dresser, upon which sat her beloved mirror. It was the mirror she claimed allowed her to see things, from what was happening in the outside world to things she foretold happening in the future. The chirping whimper seemed to gradually get louder the more I searched for its source, and when my light fell upon the mirror, it turned into a piercing wail.

I stepped back with a start when I first heard the wail. My light fell off the mirror as I stepped back towards the doorway. The wailing ceased, the room fell quiet for a moment, and then the chirping whimper resumed once more.

"He is coming," said a voice behind me. It was Mr. Stein, coming from the living room. I turned, once again startled, living now always on the edge of dread, aware of each sound and movement, not knowing what was real and what could not be but was.

"Who is coming?" I snapped at Mr. Stein, now bothered by this statement I had heard so many times.

"I got through to Bruce," Mr. Stein told me, referring to the man who did odd jobs around his house and property. "He's driving out to fix the generator for me and then we'll have power."

It was a moment of normalcy that brought me back to familiar ground. I nodded to Mr. Stein, indicating my thanks for his efforts and followed him out of the room. We walked down along the hallway, through the living room with its fire burning anew, and I thanked Mr. Stein for his efforts to stoke the fire before we returned to the kitchen where Erika waited, pacing back and forth as she did.




A Guest for Dinner



Brenda walked upstairs, wondering where Emma and Jim had disappeared to. The three had been sitting around after dinner, drinking wine and telling stories and laughing, one of those rare occasions when everyone was able to forget about work for an evening and just relax. They had all taken off in different directions for a moment… bathroom, more wine and new music, but Emma and Jim hadn't made it back. Brenda knew they were probably in a clinch someplace and figured she'd search them out and give them a hard time about abandoning a dinner guest. 

Sure enough…. she walked down the hall and looked into their bedroom - the door was wide open and the two of them were in a passionate embrace, mouths open and hungrily kissing, bodies pressed impossibly close. She started to say something, to get their attention, but suddenly stopped, surprised by her attraction to seeing the two of them together. She watched as Jim's wandering hands moved over Emma's body, and came up to her breasts, touching so gently as the two kissed. His fingers opened the buttons of her shirt, found the front clasp that undid her bra, pulled the cloth away from her and cupped her breasts in his hands. Brenda was familiar with her sister's body from changing rooms at the beach or the mall, but suddenly it was so much more sexy, seeing Jim's hands on those large, beautiful breasts, seeing him kiss down Emma's neck and collar bone, slowly licking and then covering a nipple with his mouth, drawing it in as he sensuously sucked. Brenda looked at her sister… Emma's eyes were closed, her head back, her fingers tangling through Jim's dark hair, one leg sliding up his body to wrap around him and pull him close. Brenda had known that Emma and her lover were incredibly hot for each other, but it was suddenly clear that this connection the two shared was more than two people who wanted to fuck mindlessly…. this was the intensely sensual, erotic connection of two people totally in sync. 

Brenda's face flushed and she became aware that her own nipples were achingly hard and her pussy had started to throb from the erotic scene she was witnessing. She turned to slip away quietly, but her movement must have caught the lovers' attention and they broke their embrace. Everyone's face was red as they laughed, and Brenda teasingly said, "God, you two. Don't you get enough of each other without having to get it on when you have guests over?" Emma and Jim looked at each other for a moment and answered at the same time, "No." The three laughed again, Jim turning Emma to face Brenda, arms wrapped around her from behind, resting his head on the top of hers. 

The three looked at each other, smiling, for a long, long contented moment, and Brenda moved, riding the impulse that came out of the moment. She walked over to the lovers and reached out her hand to touch one of Emma's still-exposed breasts, running her middle finger slowly around and around the large areola, watching the nipple gather and harden. She looked at her sister's flushed face and said, "So pretty." She sucked first on one nipple, then the other as she stroked and touched and massaged her sister's breasts. She felt hands in her hair, and realized they were Emma's and Jim's. She cupped Emma's breasts in her hands, pressing the palms against the hard nipples and kissed Emma deeply, the two women's tongues sensuously dancing. 

Jim ran his hands over Emma's arms as he kissed and nibbled her neck. When the women broke their kiss, he whispered in her ear, "Would you like me to leave you two alone?" Emma turned her head, hand bringing his mouth to hers and kissed him lovingly, "I want you to stay." She looked at her sister, "Don't you?" Brenda's eyes danced as she smiled naughtily, "Oh yes." 

They took their time undressing each other, taking in the sight and feel of each others' bodies. Emma reveled in the feeling of Jim's large hands and Brenda's smaller and softer hands traveling over her flesh as they finished removing her clothes. Jim's hand slid between her legs from behind and stroked softly as Brenda went back to loving her breasts. Then it was Emma's turn to lavish attention on her sister's breasts, smaller than hers, but beautifully shaped with lovely big, dark nipples. She watched as Jim touched Brenda as well, first with his hands and then with his mouth. Emma wondered briefly whether she was going to get jealous, but didn't feel it. These were the two people she loved most in the world, and who loved her the most. It seemed perfectly right that they become connected in this way as well. 

The two women turned to Jim, four soft hands moving over his body as they pulled away his shirt, and then undid his jeans, carefully sliding them past his erection. Emma moved behind him while Brenda stayed in front and together they slid his boxers away as well, Emma kissing softly across his ass and legs as she moved the clothing down. Brenda stayed on her knees and looked up as Emma came around. Her hands were holding Jim's cock. "God, he's big," she said and took his cock in her mouth. Emma watched as Brenda moved her mouth up and down Jim's cock, listening to her soft moans, seeing the movements of her hands, Jim's face reflecting the pleasure he was feeling. It was unbearably sensuous. "Brenda, I want to lick you while you do that. Let Jim lay down and I'll get behind you while you're sucking his cock."

They moved onto the bed, Brenda going back to Jim's cock as he stretched out, Emma moving behind her sister. Brenda's ass was in the air, and her pussy, shaved from the lips down, tempted Emma's mouth. Her hands on Brenda's hips, she explored her sister's softness, kissing and licking softly, tasting the sweet warm wetness of her pussy. Emma drew her tongue long and slow from the top of Brenda's lips to her anus, then slid it back and between her lips. Her hands spread her sister open and she licked and sucked her clitoris, sliding her tongue inside her and out again, hearing Brenda's moans mixing with Jim's. Brenda's body rocked back and forth as she fucked Jim's cock with her mouth, pushing back into Emma's tongue and fingers. Jim's breathing grew harsher and Emma loved hearing the sounds of his excitement. She got up on her knees and slid two fingers into her sister's pussy. She fucked Brenda hard, finding the rhythm of Brenda's mouth moving on Jim's cock, sliding in a third finger as she felt Brenda's pussy opening and heard her moans grow wilder. Emma watched her sister's head bobbing, listened to the slurping sounds of her sucking Jim's cock, saw his face start to twist as pleasure grew almost unbearable. She reached around with her other hand and stroked firmly across Brenda's clit, sending her spiraling into orgasm just as Jim started to erupt in Brenda's mouth. A wild, spinning moment followed, as Emma's sister gulped and drank the cum shooting into her mouth, her body shaken by spasms. Emma's touch softened and slowed. She sat back on her heels as Brenda collapsed across Jim's body, both of them trying to catch their breath. Emma leaned over her as Brenda rolled onto her back and kissed her, long and deep, licking the cum that had escaped from her mouth and trickled down her face and neck. Jim pulled Emma into his arms and they kissed as well, Emma feeling his heart starting to slow. Brenda's quiet voice was spent as she said, "Wow," and the lovers smiled at each other. 

They lay together for a time, hands moving over each other in a slow, sensual exploration. Emma lay on her side between the other two, Jim behind her, his cock resting between her legs, his hands slowly traveling over her body, Brenda in front, hands going back to the breasts she loved to love, then moving down over Emma's belly and between her sister's legs. The women kissed, and Brenda whispered as their mouths came apart, "God, you are so wet." Nipples rubbed against nipples as the sisters kissed again, and Emma felt her clitoris swell as her sister circled it with her finger. Jim reached around and lifted Emma's leg, draping it across Brenda, and his fingers joined Brenda's, sliding through the wet and throbbing folds of Emma's pussy. The two hands probed and rubbed and teased, and Emma panted, feeling like her body was being carried away on a river of sensation. Brenda's mouth sucked on her nipples as her fingers pulled on Emma's clit. She felt Jim's cock growing harder again, as Brenda would reach her hand back between Emma's legs and stroke across him. Brenda had his cock in her hand and started rubbing it against Emma's clit as Jim pulled her wide open, his fingers everywhere, stimulating every nerve. 

Suddenly, Brenda leaned up on her elbow. She nudged Emma onto her back, keeping her fingers inside her. Jim did the same, and the two leaned across Emma and kissed, fingers still probing, making her squirm and arch up into their hands. Brenda's voice was husky as she said, "I want to see you eat my sister's pussy." Emma moaned as their fingers stroked rhythmically inside her, and then were removed. Her sister got behind her so that Emma was lying back into her embrace, feeling Brenda's still-wet pussy against her back. Brenda reached down and pulled Emma's legs up and open, and then gently spread Emma's pussy lips open. Emma's head went back against Brenda's shoulder convulsively as Jim's mouth came down on her cunt. The sensation of Brenda's fingers exposing her to his tonguing and teasing was almost too much and she cried out. Jim loved her as only he could, intimately aware of the rhythms of her body, of how much she could stand before losing control. Brenda moved her hands up Emma's body and twisted and pulled at her sister's engorged nipples, making them slick with the wetness from her pussy. Jim moved his own fingers in where Brenda's had been, one thumb up high next to Emma's clit, the other low, starting to probe her anus. He pressed, licked her dripping pussy as Brenda pinched her nipples and whispered in her sister's ear to cum, just cum, cum everywhere, screaming and wild, and Emma lost it, body bucking wildly against her lover's mouth, scarcely comprehending that it was her voice yelling like that. 

They loved each other throughout the night, three people joined by an erotic current. They spooned together again, this time with Emma watching her sister's face as Jim fucked Brenda from behind, seeing her eyes glaze as he pumped his hard cock inside her, seeing the orgasm come over her as Emma closed a finger and thumb around her clit and around one nipple. At another point, the sisters embraced, kissing and touching as Brenda rode Jim's mouth and Emma his cock, breasts bouncing, moving in sensual time, the wetness from cock and cunts everywhere on them… thighs, bellies, faces. They showered together, lovingly soaping each other. The warm water inspired them to taste each other again, although each felt too spent to cum again. But they were beyond the need to cum… what they needed was to consume and be consumed, to take everything from each other, to give everything to each other. 

As they moved back into the bedroom, still in some wild, out of control place in themselves, Emma made a request and then watched as Brenda got on her hands and knees, and Jim took her in the ass. She felt blown away by the eroticism of it all…. the sheer animalistic need… the looks on their faces, the sound of their voices. She slid under Brenda's body and started licking her clit again, feeling her sister's mouth hungrily devour her pussy. She watched Jim's cock stroking in and out of Brenda's ass and reached up to squeeze his balls, wanting him to explode inside her sister, wanting to see his cum dripping from her. Each of them came again, shocked by the intense sounds and feelings being pulled from deep inside them. 

They woke when Brenda climbed from the bed, saying she needed to go home. She paused in the door on her way out and said, "Um, you guys can have me over to dinner anytime." Emma and Jim heard the door close downstairs as they curled together under the covers. Sleep overcame them, deep and contented.



A Guest in My Friend's House



(One of the men told me what it was like, so I wrote a story from his point of view. I hope you like it. Cindy)

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I was in bed, but unable to drift off to sleep. The guestroom was lit with a ghostly pale light from the moon shining through sheer curtains. I could hear them moving and whispering in bed next door. 

I had gone to bed about 15 minutes before they did, saying my goodnights while they puttered around the house closing up and shutting down things. She was touching him gently when he passed, and kissing his neck when she could. Her eyes were shining. I went to the guestroom that was mine, and decided to follow my usual practice of sleeping nude. No point in changing my habits just because I was visiting a friend. Long after I retired, as they were on their way to bed she stuck her head in the door to say goodnight, then I heard her entering the next door bedroom with him. 

My friend's house was older, the walls were thin, and I realized that she hadn't shut either of the bedroom doors. Without really intending to, I listened as snaps were unsnapped, zippers were unzipped, and shoes fell to the floor. Their waterbed sloshed as they climbed in. Silence for a little bit, then the bed sloshed gently as they made themselves more comfortable. Soft murmurs, too soft to understand even though I tried, could be heard. She would whisper something and he would chuckle, then he would whisper and she would laugh. The bed sloshed slightly again, and their murmurs became more cooing and hums of approval and satisfaction.

Silence again. 

Now a new sound. Intermittent. It wasn't until it had gotten louder and more passionate that I recognized it as them kissing. Now the bed was in gentle motion again. Hums and coos could be heard from time to time. They kissed for quite a while, with occasional murmurs or gasps. I imagined a hand or tongue was being slipped somewhere new. I gently squeezed my semi-turgid cock, and it throbbed harder. Suddenly he moaned, and his breathing deepened. 

"Oh God, you are curling my toes" I heard him mutter. I wondered what she was doing. A few soft kissing sounds, then silence again until he again softly moaned. My cock was now rock hard. I squeezed it gently, not yet ready to stroke it.

"Oh sweetie, it drives me crazy when you suck my nipples." A soft popping sound, then a feminine whisper that she knew that. 

The bed registered movement. For a second, no sound, then a sudden slurping sound followed by a deep groan from him. The rhythmic slurping continued, with him moaning in cadence. He gasped suddenly, and a second later she made a gagging sound.

"Sorry", she apologized, "I'm still fighting the reflex. But I'm learning!" He could only reply with gasps and encouraging noises.

The bed told me that someone had moved. 

"Please fuck me," I heard her whisper. The bed sloshed. 

"No, no, not that. Just fuck me... Please?" More sloshing. Her voice turned husky. "Oh yeah, get on top of me... Oh yeah... Oh, that feels so good..." Now her voice because petulant, higher pitched, little girl-like "Oh... put it in me... ummm yesss... ooooh, why are you taking it out?" Husky voice "Oh yeah, ooohh that feels so good..." High-pitched whine "Why are you taking it out, put it in me... fuck me... fuck me... oooh yeah, fuck me... Don't take it out!... Oooohhh yeah, that feels so good, now fuck me... fuck me harder... fuck me..."

The bed was beginning to slosh in earnest now, and I could hear his pelvis hitting hers in time with her exhortations of "fuck me." My cock was truly hard now, and I stroked it lightly. As the pace picked up, her commentary became more of a mantra: "fuck me... fuck me... fuck me... fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me fuck me fuck me fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme!" Her voice rose in a wail of orgasm. As she was cumming, she became even louder, more vocal, more demanding... repeatedly ordering him to bang her... pound her... fuck her hard... The bed was a stormy sea with the breakers crashing against the bedframe. They were gasping for breath, and the sound of their bodies hitting together almost sounded painful. I had to quit touching myself or I would have ejaculated all over the sheets of my guest bed. Suddenly I hear the groans of a man who is having something deep within him jerked out by the roots. Her voice was urging him on. 

"Oh yeah baby... cum deep inside me... Oh yeah... fill me up... Oh baby..."

The waves in the bed's stormy sea, no longer driven by the winds of passion, slowly died away. 

For a while I could hear their labored breathing, but that too died away. Eventually the sounds of kissing also stopped. After a bit, I heard her whisper to him, and he grunted in agreement. The bed sloshed gently, and I heard her soft footsteps on the floor. She appeared in my doorway. Standing naked in the moonlight, she looked wanton and lovely! Her hair was wild, and she smiled with the internal contentment of one thoroughly satisfied. 

She walked over to my bed. I could see the tracks of his cum on her inner thighs as it migrated downward. I slid to one side of my bed and raised the covers invitingly. She eased into bed with me, and pressed her body next to mine. Her skin was burning. I put my arm around her, then reached down and grabbed her ass between her legs. Wetness everywhere. Her hand slid down my stomach, and grasped my throbbing cock. 

"What are you thinking about?" she whispered softly. 

"You are a noisy girl," I whisper back. "It's tough not to have spontaneous combustion listening to you two over there." I can feel her smile.

She puts her leg over mine and snuggles closer to me, carefully moving my cock down so it now rests between her thighs, her lips, her hair in warm wetness. I hold her tightly with my arm around her and holding her ass, roll to my back slightly picking her up, and slide my other arm under her so I can grab her ass with both hands. I squeeze her ass and pull her towards me even tighter. She positions my cock at her dripping pussy and puts her arms around my neck as she moulds her body to mine, and tilts her pelvis so her pussy is perfectly aligned with my cock. 

"Ooohhh, put it in... I need you to fuck me... Please... fuck me... Please?" I tighten my grip on her ass, pressing her to me. "Are you sure?" I ask. "Oh yes, I am very sure." She is not whispering softly. Holding her tightly, I bury myself to my balls in her in one move. Her moan? sigh? scream? was very audible, and I knew it escaped the guestroom into the rest of the house. 

"Oh... fuck me!" Her voice was louder. I knew that foreplay was out of the question. Tightening my grip on her ass cheeks again, I pulled her harder into me and began to stroke her hard. Pulling her ass un-hooded her clitoris, and rotated it downward to rub on my cock as I plowed her. Her arms were so tight around my neck I could hardly breathe. With each stroke, her body arched for maximum penetration and contact with mine. My cock felt so hard, so long, so thick, in her silky, cum-filled, tight pussy. Her gasps became vocal and then became her mantra:

"Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme," louder and louder, until her familiar wail was heard again and she ground her pelvis against mine in orgasm. I couldn't hold back – didn't want to hold back – and emptied my entire body into her, leaving me an empty rag doll in bed next to her. We clung to each other tightly as our breathing abated. 

"What's next?" I softly asked as we cuddled. "Where will you spend the night?" She tightened her arms around me. "I'm sleeping with you, of course. I want you to fuck me all night and more tomorrow morning. I'll be ready when you are." She seemed to be ensuring that it could be heard next door. Then much more softly, directly into my ear, she whispered "and tomorrow night, I'll go to bed with you and then sleep with him."

"You are perfect!" I whispered as we drifted away into a restful sleep.