7 comments/ 60837 views/ 17 favorites Giselle and I Ch. 01 By: Meanderer Dear Reader This is my first post to literotica. I've had this fantasy in my head for some time. None of the people in this story are real, but obviously I take my cues from real life. It starts a little slow and this first chapter is not that juicy. If I get good feedback, I'll write down the next chapter, where things heat up a bit. I've got about 5 chapters in my head now, but writing and editing takes a lot of time! The Meanderer ----------- Neither of us had seen Madeline in over six months, our last contact was when we helped her move out to (what seemed to us like) the wilderness after a messy breakup with her ex, Jennifer. Jennifer and she had been together for more than 7 years, and were commonly referred to as J&M, since for most of that time they were inseparable. Jennifer and Madeline moved to town around the same time as Giselle and I, and for a few years we hung out together two or three times a week. My wife, Giselle, finished her Doctorate a year before I finished my medical residency and as a result, her job search for a professorship started a little sooner than my own for a practice. Things worked out perfectly, as she was able to land a spot at what was her first choice, a prestigious University about an hour away from the big city where we lived and where I had my residency. I used my existing contacts to find a practice in the city, and found the commute to this wonderfully quirky, fun college town completely manageable. We purchased a terrific Victorian within walking distance to campus on the hope and expectation that within a few years Giselle would be granted tenure. Giselle is 34 years old. She's tall, at 5'10, has ice blue eyes and blonde hair down to her waist. She's a bit of Nordic Goddess in looks. Her features are angular, but these disappear in her warm smile. She has excellent skin, and when she pulls her hair back and puts her half-glasses on, she's an absolutely terrifying image of a professor, even at her young age. She has a nice bust, with C cups, D in some bras. They don't seem particularly large as she is so tall herself, but close up..... just wonderful. Before she had our daughter, I would have said she had a bit of a flat butt. Low and behold, the baby carried straight out front and the only place she gained any weight was on her butt - perfect. That and regular exercise and I became one of the few guys who can say their wife has a better body now than before a baby. I'm a couple years older than Giselle. I'm the same height as her and am in pretty good shape. My hair is dark and coarse, and I keep it fairly short. It's sadly salt and peppered beyond my years; no baldness... yet. I leave the house early and swim at the local Y for an hour each morning, unless there's something happening at work. I myself am a gynecological surgeon, in a group. (How I ended up with this specialty is sort of a long and different story.) Giselle and I met while we were both in grad school in the city; she's a wunderkind in an arcane niche of information sciences. (That's a fancy way of saying she's a librarian - but never, ever call her that.) Madeline and Giselle were acquainted as undergraduates in California; they were both in a student theatrical production of A Streetcar Named Desire. Giselle was a senior and Madeline a freshman, so their relationship in college was limited to the production and friendly nods when passing on campus. Since they were both from California, they were both surprised to bump into each other all the way across the country, in the main campus library shortly after Giselle started working at the University. Madeline was going back to school for an MFA – she had a grant and wanted time to be a full time painter. Like us, Jennifer and she had just moved to town, and it turned out they had rented a small townhouse only a couple blocks away from Giselle and I. Jennifer was the outgoing one that everyone remembered; she was tall, big boned, and butch. To say that we were closer to either Jennifer or Madeline would not be fair, but as in the case of ugly breakups, the friends often get divvied up as well. Since Giselle and Madeline knew each other before Jennifer and Madeline had met, we ended up as Madeline's friends. I wasn't sure if I liked the idea that we had to choose between them, but in reality, by the time of their breakup, we had grown apart as couples, we having had our daughter, Maya, and they having become enmeshed in the campus GLBT scene. We have nothing against the GLBT community, but aside from not fitting in exactly, we were also significantly older than most of the students. Giselle, being a professor, didn't think it a good an idea to go to student events, anyhow. In the end, being in Madeline's camp of the breakup was the right thing for everyone – Jennifer became less and less interested in socializing outside of the GLBT community. Madeline felt stifled by the tight, gossipy GLBT university crowd, and also started missing important gallery openings and such due to commitments Jennifer had made on behalf of both of them. Jennifer was not only a natural leader, and also quite attention needy. She also was (and I'm sure still is) hilarious, and fun, and flamboyant. Madeline was the quiet one, but when she did speak it was always intelligent and discerning, and exactly appropriate to the context – she was a good listener. She was, I think, also the wilder one of the two although you never would have guessed it. Like the time when Jennifer joked about staring a two hour drive to the beach at three in the morning - to watch the sun rise. Madeline pushed her, saying, "Yeah, I'd like that. Let me get my keys." But Jennifer never really understood Madeline's passion for painting, and didn't take much of an interest in her art unless it was to somehow impress others that Madeline was her girlfriend. In the end, an off-hand comment made Madeline about a (male) painter she met being hot totally set Jennifer off. Madeline often was the recipient of men's attention, which bothered Jennifer a lot more than it did Madeline. But Jennifer's annoyance was usually kept in check by a reassuring comment from Madeline, like "What an asshole", or something like that. This incident spurred a weeklong argument, at the end of which they both decided things had ended for them. In the meantime, Jennifer had rallied the entire GLBT crowd to her camp and Madeline found that most of the crowd were not really her friends, and seemed to be more interested in juicy gossip. At one point, the story was inflated to the point that Madeline had slept with this painter and Jennifer didn't seem to make any effort to disabuse the rumor mill of this falsehood, probably because of all of the sympathy she was getting. Madeline knew she needed to get out of town and what she really wanted was a quiet country retreat where she could paint. After we helped Madeline move out, Giselle and she would chat on the phone about once a week, but we never seemed to be able to arrange a time to get together. In the meantime, Madeline had been busy; her solitude had really provided her with ample time and mental space to concentrate on her painting. In the last six months, she had been so prolific and her craft had improved so much, she was offered a one-person show at one of the city's most prestigious galleries. Of course we couldn't miss the opening, and we arranged for Madeline to drive to our house before the show so we could all drive into the city together, since we were basically en route from her house to the city. Without traffic, we lived about 45 minutes outside the city; Madeline two hours. Madeline also expected to have a few drinks at the opening reception, and since I hate being a passenger, told my wife she was free to booze it up and I would (as usual), be the designated driver. Madeline even brought an overnight bag in case she didn't feel like driving the rest of the way after the big night. I made a dinner reservation for the three of us after the opening to celebrate, and arranged for our baby sitter, Anjali, to take care of Maya for the evening. Giselle looked great. She was wearing a sequined two piece number and a pair of red shoes; the top was a bit short, so the whole outfit looked very clubbish, not quite formal; her midriff was visible when she moved certain ways. I was wearing jeans, a nice collar-less shirt and a grey silk sports jacket. We were both dressed a bit "Summery" for January, but we didn't want to seem stodgy - we wanted to look cool, as Madeline's friends. When Madeline arrived I couldn't believe my eyes. She had grown red her hair out from the near crew-cut she sported when she was with Jennifer. She had obviously been to a hair salon in the last couple days, as her hair was beautifully styled, so her fine hair, parted to the side, hung in sultry bangs just to her eyes. And she was wearing lipstick & mascara – I had never seen her wear any makeup before. She always looked much younger than her age – she was always asked for ID when ordering a drink. Before today, she always reminded me of a teenage boy, with her baby-face, freckles, slender hips, and short hair. She was wearing a pair of tight black jeans and a very tight t-shirt that accentuated her small but perfectly shaped breasts. I had never seen her in anything like that; I was used to seeing her in a plaid flannel shirt. She wasn't wearing high heels, but she was wearing heels – a big change from the converse high-tops that had been her uniform for many years. I also noticed her jeans were considerably tighter than I remembered her wearing, and wondered if she had shrunk them. Her butt looked awesome, and she caught me checking it out as she bent over the trunk to get her bag out. "Excuse Me?" she said, shaking me out of my momentary daydream. I went flush and took the bag from her. "Sorry, I was just..." "Checking out my ass? Well, I guess these jeans are pretty tight, and I did shrink them just to try to get that effect, so I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. No offense taken, but incident noted." I didn't follow up on this cryptic remark. Continuing the conversation was just going to increase the likelihood of have the whole incident repeated to Giselle, and I didn't need that headache. Giselle of course had a million compliments for Madeline. I'm always so afraid of offending a woman by commenting on her appearance, but of course Giselle had no such inhibition. "Just look at you, you vixen! Hoping to find a new girl tonight? You look terrific!" Giselle exclaimed as Madeline entered. "Turn around so I can see you." Madeline slowly spun. "Jeez, look at your ass. I can't believe you've been hiding that for all these years. You'll certainly get some attention tonight." "Already started", Madeline quipped, giving me a sidelong glance. I think Giselle assumed Madeline was referring to her own remark, as the conversation moved on without further comment. The opening was a stunning success. All but two of the twenty-one paintings were sold, and there were definite maybes on those two. I figured Madeline's share would be well over 40K; she was officially a successful artist. She was in a joyous mood, and kept egging Giselle on to keep pace with her drinking-wise. We went to dinner and the two of them split a bottle of champagne, and they were both hyper-animated on the car ride home, both sitting in the middle row of the Dodge Caravan and me up front. We were all a bit underdressed for the January weather, but the restaurant had a roaring fire and was plenty warm. God knows why I have a Dodge Caravan. When Giselle was pregnant she insisted we buy a minivan that was "sized for a family". You choose your battles with a pregnant woman. Giselle and I have been together for a long time. When we first met, she drank a fair amount – not problematically, but situationally – she was in Grad school. She sort of has a switch which turns on after her third drink, and her personality changes; she gets wild, loud. (I myself tend to fall asleep after too much to drink - partly why I don't mind much being the driver.) Her change was hit or miss, mostly hit; if she wasn't embarrassing you, she was really, really fun to be around. I'm not much an adventurer myself, so many of my best experiences have been due to someone close, including Giselle, pushing me outside my comfort zone. It's something I love about her. That loud, wild personality is waiting at any moment, for the right opportunity. The best sex we've ever had is was when she was loaded. But the alcohol wasn't changing her personality; it's a catalyst, to allow her inner beast to set forth - an assertive predator, hungry for life. Sometimes it came out because of sex. Before we married and had good jobs, we were on a vacation in Europe. I had a fairly carefully route planned out and we were on our way from Switzerland to Austria, with the intent to drive north along the Romantic Road through Bavaria. We were in Austria and had had a really outstanding morning of sex. We got up just in time to get the last scraps of breakfast; Giselle was ravenous, cleaning the last bits of food from several serving plates, going for three servings of breakfast - she was flying high. Again, almost on the edge of being embarrassing, especially in a conservative Austrian countryside inn. She saw a brochure describing the natural wonders of Croatia, and after all was said and done, we ended up driving all the way to Greece. At that time (and probably today), the area wasn't perfectly safe for tourist driving around the country-side. Of course it was the best vacation of my life. The natural beauty, absence of other tourists, combined with the hospitality of the locals was overwhelming. It is normal for couples to slow down their sex lives when a baby comes along. I also know a lot of couples never really gett back to their earlier sex life. Giselle's pregnancy didn't go well for her, and her gynecologist (another physician in my group), she, and I agreed she shouldn't have another one. I decided I would get a vasectomy at that time (about 5 months after Maya was born) sort of as a present for her birthday, and a not too subtle hint that I wanted to restart our sex life. She took the hint, but that first night of intimacy after almost close to a year, she told me she honestly had no desire for sex at all. That pretty much killed it for me. A few months after that, one night she finally cuddled up to me, and started rubbing my chest and we did make love. It was sweet, gentle, intense, loving; perfect for her introduction back to sex. Still, most nights my advances were rejected, and I got used to a routine that included sex about once a month. Sometimes it was that beautiful loving sex. Mostly, it was more functional – I would get her off as quickly as a gynecological surgeon's fingers can, followed by a quick fuck in the missionary position. Of course, Giselle didn't touch a drop of booze for over 2 years, between the pregnancy and breastfeeding. Not that she needed booze to want sex, but when she got loaded, she pretty much did want sex. She also tended to want a rowdier, rougher kind of sex. This was the first time I had seen her drunk in over a year, and mind wandered to the last time, on New Year's Eve the previous year. All she wanted to do was rub her clitoris while sucking me, but it was only the second time she had ever swallowed my cum, and the first time she tried to deep throat me. She came to orgasm while my penis was deep in her throat, which triggered my orgasm. It wasn't the best sex of my life, but, yeah, it was good. I refocused on what the women were saying. They started talking about what and how much they could drink when we got to the house when I spoke up, "Remember Anjali and Jason, Anjali's boyfriend? They're babysitting and will probably be expecting to play a few hands of poker. I mean I'd play, but maybe you guys are too hyper. We could just give them our regrets." "Oh sure, I had forgotten them, but that's OK; a few hands of poker might be what I need to decompress. Madeline, you ever play poker? Anjali and Jason don't generally drink much but they're perfectly fun to hang out with," Giselle said. Madeline replied, "Well, I mean, not really. I guess I know the rules – usually you get five or seven cards and you try to make the best hand you can, and that there are bunch of different ways to play, like the Texas one they have on TV, or 5 card draw. But I honestly haven't played poker since I was a kid, unless you count a few games of strip poker." Giselle came back, "Do tell!" "There's nothing really to, tell. One time in high school I played with my boyfriend, and we ended up having sex, but I mean, there's not that much drama to playing strip poker with whoever you were going to have sex with anyhow - a bit, but not much." "I didn't know you had had any heterosexual relationships," I said. "I never said anything about them because it drove Jennifer nuts." "What about the other games of strip poker?" asked my wife, continuing her line of inquiry. "Well, the next time was also in high school, same boyfriend, but with four other boys and one other girl. I played well and had lots of clothes on but the other girl chickened out. She wouldn't take her bra or panties off, and the game ended. I did get to see two of the guys' penises, and had a great time thinking of those other two guys while my boyfriend and I fooled around that night." "And is that it?" pushed Giselle. "The last time was all with girls, at an all lesbian birthday party, with Jennifer. Every girl was either in a monogamous relationship, like us, or otherwise not interested. It just wasn't fun, and more than half of the people were not having a good time. By the end everyone just felt naked, and not at all sexy. I again did well and really didn't get close to naked," explained Madeline. "How about you, Martin?" Giselle asked me. "Well, in camp when I was a kid we played a couple of times just to embarrass each other. But we were so young you wouldn't even call it homosexual - just boys trying to humiliate each other. Once, in college, I played a game with a mixed crowd. To start, there were a million rules disputes. Finally, when we settled on the rules, I realized I was in a terrible position. I hadn't expected to play, and I had very few garments on. I was invited to play at the last moment, and I was sort of the odd guy out, as everyone else was coupled. So basically I was the first person naked, losing a few quick games very rapidly, and nothing good happened for me except watching some other people have very hot times." "You could have masturbated", Madeline said dryly. "I don't think it would have been appropriate," I replied, clinically. "Although I'm sure I was just way too self-conscious at the time." I shrugged. "Maybe now I'd be different. But I just don't think strip poker is a very well thought out game. Not every piece of clothing is worth the same to someone, and of course it's stupid to have people arbitrarily starting a game with different amounts of clothing. Finally, just having the losers of a round take something off just doesn't make sense. There's no incremental betting, no excitement – it's not poker." "It does have the status as the classic sexy party game," said Madeline. "How about you Giselle?" asked Madeline. It was funny having Madeline ask us because as willing as my wife was to ask Madeline about her strip poker experiences, we had never asked each other and would probably be a little reticent, in fear of hearing something we wished we hadn't about the person's past. Giselle answered, "Only as a kid with other girls, like Martin's experience. But one time, when I was playing monopoly in high school, my friend got my younger brother to forgive her debt when she landed on his hotel on Boardwalk by showing him her tits." Giselle and I Ch. 01 "That's inherently more interesting than strip poker," I commented. "Here is a perfectly logical way to introduce bawdiness into game, by attaching a negotiated value to the offer. A little like how we tip the loser when they get drinks or snacks." "What're you talking about?" Madeline asked. I replied, "When we play poker, everyone buys in the same amount of chips, and we limit losses and the length of the game by not letting you buy more. If you're really low on chips, you can sometimes go to the kitchen for drinks or chips for tips, which usually means about a dollar a person. If someone's been recently, it's OK for the others to decline the offer, and then no tip. We've also had people make a tip from a neck rub, and once Giselle got me to give her a dollar for a passionate kiss." "Well that sounds like it's worth it," Madeline quickly answered. "I guess, but I'm generally entitled to those gratis", I said snarkily. "Oh, you think because we're married you don't have to keep earning it, every day?" Giselle said loudly in jest. "OK, so I guess that day I paid up in cash!" I retorted, losing the vigor towards the end realizing that it was just a dollar. "Paid...but paid up? Maybe you still owe me for past favors." "Or, it could be the other way around," I said with maybe just a little too much acid in my tone. She was drunk and a bit belligerent and I didn't like where this was going. She calmed down from my sharp retort. She looked at me as she sorted things out in her mind. "No, of course not. I thought we were talking within the context of the game, where we're competing – well, I guess I just got off on a tangent and was mouthing off since I'm drunk. But I think me and you are talking about the same thing. If you were playing a poker, you could extend the barter to include not only drink tips, like we do currently, but clothing as well." "How often do you guys play poker?" Madeline asked. "I play two or three times a month; Giselle, only once or twice. I have a regular group that includes Jason that is all guys except Giselle. In addition to that, we often play a few rounds with Anjali and Jason whenever they're babysitting for us. It's become a regular thing for us." Madeline smiled. "So, since I think it's pretty clear I'm not driving home tonight - I've had way too much to celebrate – I'll try a few hands." "Regular poker, right?" I said and grinned. "Whatever kind you're playing!" Anjali and Jason were curled up together, cuddling (fully clothed of course, both of them in sweat shirts and sweat pants), watching a romantic drama. There was a fairly loud background white noise from the audio baby-monitor being on. Every so often there would be a surprising grunt or coo from Maya and all was well. Anjali was beyond what anyone would hope for in a baby sitter. We met Anjali when she first arrived at the University. She came from a very conservative Indian immigrant family. Through high school she was always set apart, a genius by anyone's estimation. She was offered a chance to come to the University for free, even enrolling a year earlier. Her parents did not want her to live in coed dorm, and due to a slight over-demand for female-only housing, she ended up in another Victorian on our street, just a few blocks away, where she rented a room from an Indian family that was sensitive to her dietary and modesty restrictions. We met her shortly after she moved in. A friend of a friend connected her to us for babysitting work. My wife and I, both having professional jobs, require a lot of day care. Fortunately, her job is regular hours, but University jobs tend to require a lot of extracurricular hours. Mostly I go with her to these functions, at that is our usual circle of friends. To our delight, Anjali and Maya got along so well, and Anjali is so conscientious we never feel like we were neglecting Maya. In the past few years, Anjali and we had become really close, and often she came over just to hang out or study. We ended up just giving her a weekly salary since she spent so much time with us that figuring out the exact hours was pointless. Anjali and Jason met during their freshman year (both are seniors now). Over the course of their freshman year, Anjali and Jason became best friends. Jason is a total gentleman, and he never pushed Anjali into a deeper relationship before she was ready. Anjali is gorgeous, like a goddess carving from an Indian temple come to life - but so completely social awkward and shy about her body she never really attracted attention. I suspect Jason knew her hidden potential from the start, but it took 14 months of them knowing each other before he asked her out on a date. Jason himself is so awkward that, after all that time, instead of just leaning over and kissing her, he actually asked her out "on a date". So, they became an item. They were still both really awkward and I NEVER asked them about their love life. Jason and I became good buddies and we now hang out often. I found out Jason ran a Dungeons & Dragons campaign and while I hadn't played in many years, decided to try it out. I had a blast, with him and his college buddies. We play just once a month, but we've been doing it for a few years now, and even Giselle plays sometimes. We got Anjali to play on a couple occasions, but she was so disciplined, she would only play when on vacation – between semesters and summer internships. Anjali is still a vegetarian. In the three and a half years I've known her, I had never seen her thighs. On the other hand, college changes people. Anjali was brave in dating someone her parents didn't pre-approve. And dating in college usually implies a level of intimacy her parents would not approve. Not long ago, she announced that she had tried and enjoyed drinking wine. Probably the only college student in history who waited until she was 21 to drink! For all of this weight of tradition, Anjali herself is completely undaunted. She never backs down from an intellectual argument, and she speaks directly and clinically about sensitive physical and emotional issues. She is headed to grad school and plans to get both a PhD and an M.D. Anjali isn't ashamed of herself, her gender, her background, her practices, or her beliefs. But she is socially awkward, I gave them a big smile. They both blushed when we came in; the scene on the TV was fairly salacious, and the way they were spooning I assumed Jason was pushing up against Anjali. They sat up and I noticed Jason rearranging himself less discretely than he had hoped; Giselle noticed too and laughed. The three of us practically crashed into the house. After a few pleasantries and congratulation, as well as confirmation that Maya was asleep, fed, clean, etc., Giselle announced that she was going to get Champagne. We aren't people that just have chilled Champagne sitting around. This bottle was never opened on New Year's Eve and had been sitting there for months. (So I guess we are the sort of people that have chilled Champagne sitting around.) Madeline was already acquainted with Anjali and Jason from the neighborhood and through us, but not having seen each other for six months, there was a very short bit of catching up between them. Eventually Madeline told the Anjali and Jason she was looking forward to a few hands of poker, and she wanted to get started before it got too late. For someone who said she never played poker, she seemed pretty interested. I wondered what kind of poker we would be playing. I got a deck and poker chips, and we started to play. Each of us bought $50 in chips. As I said, our house rules are that we all start at the same amount and no one can buy more chips mid-game. Maximum raise is 5 dollars; if you can't call a raise, you can't bet. Giselle was drinking most of the Champagne and betting wildly. After just a few hands she was out of chips; she was in a bidding war with Jason and she wanted to raise, but was almost out of money. Jason, looked at her pityingly, "Giselle, since you got us the Champagne from the get go, here's a buck tip, to keep you in. Anyone else?" Everyone gave her a dollar chip and she pushed them all to the center. "Call your two dollars and raise you another two!" she shouted. It seemed crazy. He was still sitting on $60 in chips, and Jason wasn't going to back down. If she couldn't call his raise, she was out. "OK, Giselle. I call your two dollars and raise you another five. Game over" Giselle around, and sheepishly said, "Anyone need another drink?" Everyone shook their heads no. She looked at me and untied her hair. Mischievously she said to be, "How about a kiss big boy. I'll make it worth it." She gave me a nice long deep French kiss for about 10 seconds, and then pulled away. I handed her a dollar chip, and she looked up with a jerk, "That's it?" I gave her another dollar. Now she was looking a bit cross. "What kind of a cheap slut do you think I am?" I rolled my eyes. "Look, I don't know what the market rate is for kisses. But Jason has got close to $60 in chips. How much kissing are you going to be doing here?" Madeline said abruptly, "I'll give you $5 if you play for the rest of evening without your top," and looking around she said, "Anyone else?" "I'm in!" I chimed, wanting to help embarrass Giselle. Anjali and Jason looked at each other. Jason was clearly conflicted. Anjali helped him out. "You're wondering if chivalry requires you to give her the money, because she asked, or if you refuse, since you're here with me and it is immodest. Meanwhile, you are betting with real cash. And, finally, Giselle has a really nice body, as we've seen at the beach. I think, I for myself, am not that excited to see her in a bra, since I've seen her in a bathing suit anyhow, and I just don't think seeing a bra is all that embarrassing. And," she grinned, "I'm a little tight right now to be giving my money away to see a woman in a bra. As for you Jason, you've seen her in a bikini, so I can't see why you'd spend too much." Jason didn't still looked like he didn't know what to do. "OK, I think I'm in a no win situation. I think I'll go with Anjali's advice, or else I'll hear about it later.....and I am trying to win this hand - we are still in the middle of this hand. So, I'll pass on the offer." Giselle looked at Jason and Anjali with a fake glare, and then cracked a smile. "I see that the competition is not easily intimidated." Madeline looked at her, "Well, are you taking the $10 for the top?" "Yeah, but those two get a free show for nothing. It seems somewhat less than fair," Giselle pouted. "I think you have to make your choice, honey", I said gently, wanting to keep things from getting ugly. Giselle smiled, and pulled the sequined top over her head, revealing a lovely lacy black bra translucent enough to see her nipples. We all cheered, and Jason threw her a $5 chip, "Oh, I didn't realize how lovely your undergarments would be!" Giselle stood up and lean forward a bit, and then pushed her breasts together and massaged them for a moment, giving us all a brief but quite erotic little show. She stopped and it appeared she had made herself a little flush, not just Jason and I. "All of that and I still don't have enough to challenge you for the hand." Madeline said, "I have another thing I'll pay you for. Let me see you secret stash of toys." Gisele looked at her bit quizzically. "You know..., your sex toy stash! Doesn't every girl have a stash, even if their husbands don't know?" Now it was my turn to look quizzically. "Oh, I have some things...um from years ago of course, but...I don't know. This is pretty personal; that stuff must be years old.... How much will you give me?" Madeline looked at her chips and said, "I'm in for another five." I piped up immediately, "I'm really interested. I don't have much to spare, but I'm in for $10. Anjali, Jason, aren't you two a bit curious?" Anjali spoke first, "Well...I don't have any such things. But I am interested. I'm in for $5." Jason said, "You bring out your secret stash and I'll fold - you can take the hand." Giselle was thrilled, "OK, then here I go, to help engineer THE most embarrassing moment of my life." Madeline got up too. "Oh no, not without me. I want to make sure you don't remove any items from the box before the contents have been inspected." The two women went upstairs. We sat in silence for a moment, and I looked at Anjali and Jason. "This is, um, interesting. They both had quite a bit to drink beforehand– I was the designated driver. Madeline always brings out the most daring in other people." Just then we heard the baby monitor pipe up. The microphone was right near the door and the door had clicked open. The voices were whispering, but we could hear it loud and clear. "What a beautiful darling. You guys really got a good one", said Madeline. They were obviously looking at Maya sleeping. "We're really blessed," Giselle said. A little more quiet, something muffled, and then Madeline said, "Nice to see Jason and Anjali. I feel like they've really grown up. Last time I heard, she had stopped working for you." "It was sort of a weird six-week hiatus. Anjali said she went off the reservation, didn't want to talk about it. I know she was just moping around her room; but I don't know why. Anyhow, she eventually called us and we took her back in a second. Maya was so happy. She's still full of the same love and vigor, but she's definitely a little different, more grown-up. It's almost like when she left she was a niece, and when she came back, a cousin." Another pause, and there was some shuffling, and some unintelligible talk. Madeline must have moved back to the doorway, since she came in loud and clear now. "I'm so glad Jason shaved that awful beard. He's not hairy enough and it was way too thin. Did he lose weight?" We couldn't hear the muffled answer, but Madeline replied, "That's really impressive. Good for him, he looks great. By the way, do you think they're ok with this? I mean, we're being pretty naughty!" The two of them giggled, and Giselle's voice got louder as she was obviously approaching the microphone again, "Oh, they're both adults. If they wanted to go, this would be a good time for them to bow out – they may be doing that as we speak. We've already played a bit and no one could blame them for leaving. It's midnight." At that remark, I noticed a very slight change in Anjali's demeanor. Madeline replied, "Well I sure hope they stay! I'm looking forward to their contributing towards your embarrassment when we go through that box of toys. We better get back down there, or they'll leave out of boredom." Jason turned to Anjali, "Well, are you ok? We could leave if you're uncomfortable." Anjali shot back, "Are you freakin' kidding me?" Anjali was from Queens. She could go from a slight Indian/British lilt - she had spent some years in England as a youth - and then launch into straight New York City. "You could not get me to leave this room if you told me Johnny Depp was outside handing out free hot fudge sundaes; I have to see what these toys are all about." "Well, if we're going to be up longer, maybe I'll build a little fire in the wood stove. It would make things cheery and it looks like we're going to be here a little while. Jason, there's a bottle of red in the den near the bar. Can you get it and open it. There's a corkscrew around the bar somewhere." Jason got up and Anjali spoke up as soon as he left the room, "You know, he can't stop staring and Giselle's breasts. I mean, the bra is nice, but he's intoxicated with what's underneath." "Well I happen to think Giselle's breasts are beautiful, and worthy of anyone's attention, but yeah, I did notice he was a bit fixated," I answered "I think I want to give him a little grief," she said mischievously. "Will you play along? Just for fun!" "Sure, what should I do?" "Just play along, let's see how it goes. But I want to see if we can get him to start selling clothes. He might not be that eager to stare if he were on display himself." Jason walked in just then. "Here I am, with some fresh glasses too." I started to pour and Giselle and Madeline finally got back. "Oh you built a fire, that's great!" Madeline exclaimed. Instead of going back to her seat, she moved the chair back against the wall and sat down on the ground in front of the fire next to the coffee table where the playing cards were. Giselle sat down on the floor next to her, carrying a large shoebox. I was in my usual comfy leather armchair; Jason and Anjali were still on the couch. Giselle put the box on the table but Madeline grabbed it. "No I think there would be a lot more drama if I brought the items out, one at a time." Putting the box under the table, she lifted the lid just a bit, so only she could see the contents. "First up, a three-pack of condoms." Condoms? I wondered why Giselle had those; thankfully my question was immediately answered. Madeline tossed them in the wastepaper basket. "These expired 9 years ago; they're garbage," Giselle immediately stood up and hustled them off to the kitchen garbage in the next room where no one would seem them later. She came back to see Madeline pulling out two different types of lube. "I admire the fact that you like to vary the lube. And that neither is strawberry scented." No one seemed to bat an eye so far. Condoms and lubrication weren't exactly X-rated. "Next we have the classic white vibrator. The workhorse of the American Female Orgasm." Anjali looked at it, looked at Giselle, and then immediately lowered her eyes. "Do you, put it in you? What's it like?" Madeline answered before Giselle could, "Of course you do sweetie! But most women just put these things right on their clits, and rub it around until the magic happens." She smiled. "Yup, 60 seconds later, bang, and you're ready for the day." "It's not really that big is it?" Anjali commented. Madeline twisted the bottom and it started making a loud buzz. "That's the magic....and this battery is fresh!" She undid the bottom and checked. "Look these batteries don't expire for years. You can't tell me you haven't touched this stuff in years, Giselle, or these batteries would be dead." Giselle looked at her silently for a moment, and slowly answered, "I think you paid to see the stash, not get the guided tour. You can decide for yourself." I bent over and looked at the battery, and then picked it up and waved it at Giselle, "Hey this is the battery I asked you about last week. I remember it being that off brand. I needed the whole pack for that RC vehicle and you said you didn't know anything." Until now Giselle was playing it cool, but now she blushed. "I'm keeping my mouth shut. Let's get through the rest so we can back the game." "Next up, a very nice black rubber one, I'm guessing about 6 or 7" long and very nicely proportioned." "That one's my favorite", Giselle piped up. "Oh yeah, I wasn't going to comment." I said, "It looks like mine, except in black rubber." Giselle looked at me and said, "Darling, that's why I like it best. It reminds me of you." She said it genuinely and I smiled back. "OK love birds, the next one seems to be wrapped in plastic wrap. It's one of those softish jelly things that gets really dirty, so the wrapping makes sense. I see this one is hollow so you can put your finger, or a vibrator inside." After a bid more fiddling in the box, out came a giant purple thing, about 11 inches long, proportioned just like the black rubber one but BIG. "Oh you are a naughty." She looked at Giselle. "You've used this? – it's enormous!" Anjali didn't look at Giselle, but instead at Jason. I wondered what that meant, but for the moment I was far too interested in the contents of that box than Anjali's body language. Giselle and I Ch. 01 Giselle flushed red. "Well, sometimes, .... sometimes I like it. I mean it's sort of a special occasion thing, like if I know I had the whole night, if Martin is out of town or something." Madeline wouldn't let it go. "And if the black one is just like Martin's, who's this one supposed to be." "No one!", Giselle shot back. "I just like a little variety in my toys." She ended the sentence with a definite look of defiance – no more explanation would be forthcoming. I myself was about to feel hurt, not really keen on that "variety" remark. She caught my mood shift immediately and wiped the hard look off her face, replacing it with her most loving. "Darling, I'm not looking for variety in my human relations. And I don't want you to have a bigger cock, or we'd only be having sex a few times a year. This isn't the sort of cock you marry - it's a toy! Don't be jealous!" Again, I noticed a subtle grimace from Anjali, and a quick look between her and Jason. Madeline and Giselle were obviously focused on the matter at hand. Madeline tried to diffuse things, "Giselle, no one is accusing you of anything. We're just having a little fun at your expense. I'm sure by the end of the evening we'll all have faced a bit of embarrassment. Let's move onto the last three items, which seem to be a set." Madeline pulled out hard plastic packaging that had only been partially opened. Inside it where three flesh-colored butt plugs in different sizes. The smallest was loose in the box. The middle one was in the plastic, but had obviously been removed. The largest was encased in plastic packaging, never been used. "A three pack! We have to know the story here." Anjali spoke up, "Why are those dildos shaped so funny?" Giselle blushed even a little harder. Madeline spoke up, "Because they're not dildos, they're butt-plugs. They slide into your backside, and then your sphincter closes up around this skinnier part towards the base. Then - they just sort of sit in there while you do what else you were going to do, or you wiggle them around for stimulation. So Giselle, I think we'd like to hear a bit more." I'm not sure how I was brave enough to talk at this point, but I had to open my big mouth, "I didn't think you were into that sort of thing – I mean you've always kept me away from your most nether regions." Giselle seemed to gain some confidence back. "To answer your question – I'm mostly NOT into it, but well, every so often, some variety... But for us, well, either I wasn't in that kind of mood or felt self-conscious of, well... it is my ass. I could nevert stand the idea of you touching me there is I wasn't perfectly clean." I couldn't figure out why her voice was getting louder and more assertive when she was talking about being self-conscious of her cleanliness. But then she delivered her counter-attack, and smiled her tigress grin. "But to be perfectly honest, I bought these for you." I started to blush and I was a bit shocked myself since I had no idea she knew one of my fantasies is to have sex with her while I had a butt-plug in me. "Remember a few years ago, I well, used my finger on you and how much you liked it? I did that a few times in a couple months and I thought you liked it, but then you shooed me away a couple times and I stopped. In the meantime, I went to a store and bought these, but then never sprang one on you. Honestly I was so embarrassed to bring them to bed; I ended up being grateful for your waning interest." I was done for this conversation for now, but was definitely going to follow up with her later, in private! "OK, let's change the subject..." "Oh, now who's embarrassed?" Giselle squealed in amusement. Madeline again saw Giselle was being a bit a bit aggressive. "Let's save that story for when Marty needs some chips. In the meantime, it looks like you tried the littlest, and that was good, and then you tried the middle, and that was too big," noting the arrangement of the devices in the packaging. Giselle looked at the carpet, averting her gaze. "That's pretty much right. I bought the three-pack since I was SO embarrassed to be in the porn store, buying those. I didn't want to have to go back if he wanted a different size." "I think Giselle's earned her pay. Let's play poker," I broke in. I was done talking about the butt-plugs. The next hand the betting was intense again. Madeline wasn't out of money, but she said, "I've only got $4 left and I won't be able to compete. How much do I get for my shirt?" Giselle said, "Well it's not much in these parts. But I'll give you back what you gave me, if the others will do the same." We all agreed and she pulled up her top. To our surprise, she pulled everything off and she wasn't wearing a bra. Her pert(!) A cups were perfect, gracefully curving from her slender frame, and topped with lusciously long nipples. She smiled and said, "I really don't do bras often. I had a T-shirt on to downplay these," she said while tweaking her nipples. We all were silent a moment while we admired her playing with her awesome nipples, and then, I saw Jason adjust is position on the couch. He actually tried to act casual while putting a cushion on his lap. "Very discrete, dude," I chided him. "What are my options?" Jason came back, not moving the pillow. Before anyone knew what was happening, Anjali snatched it from his lap, revealing a sizable tent in his sweatpants. "I don't think you appreciate your options; don't be uptight. If you need to adjust yourself, just get up and do it." Madeline faced him and played with her nipples a bit more, teasing him. "Just act natural. There's no judgment here." Giselle, not to be outdone, popped one of her beautiful breasts out from her bra and tweaked the nipple a bit, while looking him in the eyes and licking her lips. She then giggled loudly and slipped it back in the bra. Anjali put her hand down on Jason's tent and gave it a quick gentle pull. He didn't expect that (she had never touched him like that in front of anyone else, ever), and flinched, like his whole body been hit with electricity. At this everyone cracked up, even him. At this point, he took his girlfriend's advice, and making a bit of a show of it, reached down his own pants and moved his stuff around. Except it didn't really make it better. Now his clearly massive erection looked like an appendage down his leg. A large one. I saw Giselle's eyes carefully follow the proceedings. Two more hands went around with Anjali and I discretely cooperating against Jason, and I realized that Madeline was also following suit (so to speak) –at some point Anjali had whispered something to Madeline, and I think that's what she must have told her. Jason lost a very close hand (to Anjali, who was the big winner right now), and he was out of chips. (Remember, he quit the betting war with Giselle and he had lost quite a lot there.) "That's it for me, I'm out," he announced. Anjali looked at him with a pout. "You're not going to try to earn any money." "I don't imagine anyone paying to see me," he came back, sheepishly. "Nonsense! I'll go in for $20 if you take your pants off." Madeline said loudly and quickly added, "underpants included." "C'mon, no one else is nearly that undressed and I don't think I could handle the embarrassment," Jason said quietly. "Besides, you don't have $20 in chips anyhow." Madeline thought about it a moment. "I'll do it too if everyone else gives us each $10. That's definitely enough to put you back in the game, moneywise, and then you won't be alone in your embarrassment. And how about if... if can we pay everyone back, we get to put our pants back on. With the betting the way it's going, one hand gets you back to decency." Jason wasn't buying it. I thought he would pass out when Madeline made him that offer but he did remain conscious, but dubious. Anjali piped in, "C'mon, Jason, be a sport. You have nothing," she said with emphasis, "to be embarrassed about. And in any case, it'll be a few minutes at most!" Madeline pouted too. "Are you saying that seeing my stuff isn't worth showing you your stuff?" While she was kidding with him, it took him back a bit, and needed an answer. "OK, I'll do it - since you put it that way," said Jason. Madeline jumped in, "Me first." She stood up and wiggled over to where Jason was sitting. Then standing, facing away from him, she wiggled her cute butt at him, undid her button and unzipped very slowly. She then wiggled and pulled her too tight pants down over her ass pulling down a pair of cute Hello Kitty bikini underpants – underpants with a distinct moist spot just where you'd expect it. My own view of her striptease was not excellent, but both Jason and Anjali (who, sitting next to Jason, had a front row seat) gasped at the sight of bare bottom. Eventually her pants got the better of her, and she was forced to sit on the floor to try to peel them off. In that wrestling match, I caught a much better view of her lower regions. Being a gynecologist desensitizes one to the female anatomy, but what has always kept me going has been my ability to segment parts of my life. Right now I was so aroused that the clinical part of my brain was either dead or sleeping. What I saw was a beautifully trimmed, naturally red-haired triangle of thin public hair over a mouthwateringly beautiful vagina that was otherwise shaved clean. Her labia majora (outer pussy lips) were quite small; her inner ones were inflamed from the stimulation and protruding a bit. My trained eye could see her clitoris was swollen and pushing her lips apart. Madeline finally sat back down on the floor with her legs to the side, hiding her beautiful pudenda from view. She smiled at Jason, "Your turn." Jason is a large man, about 6'3", and (now) 180 pounds. I know because I got him swimming with me in the mornings and eating better. I'm a bit like his personal trainer. He's not Mr. Buff, but he's now in excellent shape. Overall his complexion is darkish - his mother was from Greece. Fortunately, he got his body hair from his father's side, and had very little. Jason stood up, and quickly pulled down both his sweats and boxers. Out sprang a cock like none of us had ever seen. It was the size of the purple behemoth in the box, but real, and quivering and flexing, within inches of Madeline and Giselle. Now it was their time to gasp. Giselle literally slurped up a drop of drool that involuntarily came from her mouth. I blurted out, "You like that honey? How's that for variety! – just like your purple dildo, but I think it's a bit harder." Again, I was kidding her, but there was unbridled lust in her eyes. I don't know if Giselle connected the dots between her comments on the purple dildo and the Anjali's reaction, but I did. I immediately regretted my boisterous remark – but seeing my wife drooling over Jason's cock was too hilarious, and erotic, to let the moment pass unnoted. Precum oozed from the tip of Jason's engorged member. "Not on the couch, please." I yelled over to him. "I don't want to have to clean that off the leather." Madeline moved away from Giselle and patted the ground between them, "Right over here!" He moved over to between them; there really wasn't quite enough room. Jason tried to sit on his knees, but his penis was just too obvious in that position. Giselle couldn't stop looking at his cock while he got himself seated on the carpeting. I glanced at Anjali. She had a steely look in her eyes. She had definitely gone over to the uncomfortable side, perhaps regretting encouraging Jason. But she looked determined not to show that. Facing Anjali, Madeline, who obviously hadn't understood her steely look, asked "Can I touch it, just for a second. I just want to feel something that size in my hand." "I'm sure that's between you and him. But at least insist he take off the sweatshirt. It looks retarded," she answered. She knew that word wasn't PC, but again, she's from Queens. Jason reluctantly removed his sweatshirt and considered Anjali's statement. I don't know what Jason was thinking. After a moment that seemed forever, he answered, "OK, just for a second. I don't want to make Anjali jealous." "Me jealous? You're the one always worried about me and other people. Anyhow, here I am in the room! If I really want to, I can just go over and wank you myself." With that Madeline wrapped her hands around his enormous member, smearing his pre-cum all up and down over him. "You too, Giselle; I can see you want to," Anjali prodded. Giselle looked over at me, and I shrugged. I wasn't sure how I felt about it, but I was too curious to stop things from moving forward, wherever things were going. She, like Madeline used both her hands on him, smearing his pre-cum around. What I didn't expect was her to pinch the giant head and scoop the pooled up pre-cum onto her finger and then into her mouth. Giselle looked naughty and blushed, "Delicious. I can tell you've been eating a good diet." Jason slid back a bit from the two ladies and said, "Look, I want to win some money back. Let's play another hand. I'm going really embarrass myself if we don't!" Giselle and Madeline both laughed and the two of them at the same time wanked his enormous cock rather roughly, for just 2 seconds, and then released him from their grip. They then turned back to the game, but I did notice that Giselle didn't completely stop touching him, and was absentmindedly (?) stroking the underside of his cock and balls with her fingernails. When Giselle stopped to look at her next hand, Madeline reached over and gave him another hard wank. "Just you remember to stand at attention until dismissed" she said playfully, directly to Jason's cock. Anjali smiled at this. "Yes, Jason, show them you're not embarrassed!" Of course he blushed and deflated a bit, at which Madeline grabbed him wanked him a couple times more. She used the palm of her hand to spread his copious pre-cum over the bulbous uncircumcised head and shaft, before stopping and blowing him a kiss over her now sticky palm. The next hand was another giant betting war. Madeline, Jason, and I all dropped out when he couldn't call the bets, but Giselle and Anjali kept at it until Giselle was broke. She looked around, and said, "OK, what am I getting to lose the bra." I piped up, "Anjali is really the only one with any real cash left, and I do think we've moved past the 'bra stage'. I'll give you a buck, but that ain't keeping you in the game." Anjali said, "How about this. It's close on 1:30 AM, and we should probably wrap up pretty soon. We lay down our cards. If you win, you get all my chips. If I win, then you do whatever I say - like a dare." "A dare? What kind of a dare is worth close to $200?" Giselle squinted at her to try to read her mind. Anjali said nothing. "OK, a dare it is. I don't suppose I might know the dare in advance?" Anjali looked a bit devilish, and I had she stopped to slowly drain her wine glass. I realized she had started to drink more heavily in the last 20 minutes or so. Her answer was simple, "No." Giselle looked at her cards one more time, and smiled. "Call". She threw open a hand, "full house, nines over fives." Anjali gave her a big, big smile. "Four threes" Anjali flushed, and in a shaking and quavering voice said, "OK..." she stuttered for a second, "I want you to have sex with Jason - if it's OK with him." She looked towards him, but didn't meet his eyes. "I want you to fuck him." I felt like a ton of bricks had just fallen on the room. "You can't be serious?" said Giselle. "I am completely serious," Anjali replied, her tone confirming her statement. Then a bit gentler, "Giselle, I don't know if I can explain why, but I really want this to happen, and if it doesn't, I'll regret it for the rest of my life." I looked around. I felt like I should have a say in this, and Jason too of course, but right now the conversation was between Anjali and Giselle. Of course, if Jason and Giselle wanted to have sex, I wasn't going to physically interfere, but this was really weird and I wasn't sure I liked it. Giselle and I had had a few wild moments in our youth, but the hottest it ever got with anyone else was us having sex in the same room with another couple in the other bed, with the lights on. But that was before we were married, when she and I were both in grad school. We had decided to go on a student group tour to South America. On the second to last night of the trip, the hotel was overbooked and we were placed together in a double room with another couple. Frankly, it was sort of hot, but the other couple wasn't particularly attractive, nor sexually adventurous –they stuck to the missionary position and the show was pretty limited. We were embarrassed, and ended up with a very quick fuck. But it was still a great time, as after we were all done, we sat up naked and drank and laughed. It was a great experience, but not a great sexual experience. Returning from the memory, I was looking at the prospect that my wife and a very close friend were about to have sex, with my tacit approval unless I spoke up now. What came out of my mouth I didn't expect. "I want you to, too." I wasn't threatened by Jason; I mean, he does have this enormous cock, but I took Giselle at her word that what she liked best was mine. I knew my wife was horny for his cock, and I wanted to make sure she thought I was completely OK with it, even if I really wasn't 100% sure. In fact, I was nowhere close to being 100% OK with it. At that, Giselle stood up and took Jason's hand. "A bet's a bet. We'll be in the guest room for a bit." Jason stood up and looked Anjali in the eyes. She smiled and nodded yes, and the two left the room. Madeline discretely handed Giselle one of the bottles of lube and the two of them left the room without another word. I could hear the guest room door shut. I immediately turned to Anjali. "What's this about?" I said in a kindly but demanding tone. She averted her gaze. "It's complicated," she said quietly. "I think we've got a couple minutes. I mean it. I want to know why you did that," I pressed, again, very kindly. I knew something serious was going on and I didn't want us all to make the mistake of our lives. Madeline, somewhat underscoring the seriousness, slipped her panties and t-shirt back on. "Well, it had to do with the remarks, you know, about the dildo, and Jason's size. I mean, we've talked about marriage a lot of times and the size of his penis has been, well, an issue," Anjali sheepishly started. "And Giselle's remark about marrying and the dildo size hit a nerve, I'm sure," I said. At that Anjali started crying. "Look, maybe we should just stop them now and talk about this with everyone," I offered. "No!" she cried. "I'll tell you the whole story and then you can decide if we should stop them." She began "You remember last summer I sort of, well, I had a little breakdown." I nodded, and she continued. "Jason had been asking me to have sex; you know real sex, intercourse, with him for a long time. And finally I resolved to do it, even though I had hoped to save myself for marriage. But Jason and I had been talking about it so much, and I do love him so much." "It didn't go that well. He pushed that thing in me and it hurt; worse than the hurt from losing my virginity. On the second thrust, he had his orgasm, which incidentally broke the condom. When he pulled out moments later, I was screaming in agony and my vagina was bleeding far beyond what I was led to expect. It continued to hurt and bleed, and an hour later I finally went to the hospital and found out I had a tear, and needed a couple stitches. On top of the recuperation, in three weeks I figured out I had become pregnant and I got an abortion." Giselle and I Ch. 01 I connected some dots. "And that's when you stopped seeing Susan," another physician in my group, "because you were afraid I'd find out." She nodded back to me, still crying. Madeline had been silent, but at this went over to the couch and game Anjali a big hug. She wiped up Anjali's tears with the corner of her T-shirt. "Anjali, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry for you, and I'm sorry that you were ashamed to tell us, of all people," I said gently. "I just couldn't face either of you all until I had healed, physically and mentally," Anjali admitted. All of a sudden I realized my own erection had completely subsided and my brain was in clinical mood. "Anjali, what you went through no woman should go through. Your vaginal canal is designed to deliver a baby; while perhaps uncomfortable, you should be able to have sex with Jason, as long as he doesn't injure your uterus by going too deep. You're a tiny woman and he's a big guy, but there's no physiological reason you two can't have a fulfilling sex life as long you understand what you're in for. I'll assume it was Jason's first experience as well, and things will get better, I promise. There are also lots of ways to satisfy each other without coitus, saving that for the 'special night' as it were." "Oh I know," Anjali quickly answered. "I've been giving Jason hand jobs for years now." "And he does that for you too?" I asked pointedly. I had a feeling he didn't, given his clear inexperience in these matters, and the way she said it. "Well, no – to be honest, he wants to, but I don't like it," Anjali admitted Madeline now piped up and asked directly, "Anjali, have you ever had an orgasm?" Anjali blushed in a whole series of rainbow colors, "No, I don't think so." Madeline continued, "like EVER, you mean, right? Not even by yourself." Anjali continued, "Right. Now do you see why Giselle and Jason have to do this? I have to give Jason a chance to 'sow some wild oats' now, so I don't find myself cheated on later. And I want to make sure he knows what he could have had so he makes an informed choice on our wedding day - we're sort of engaged; but without a ring or telling my parents, it doesn't quite count yet." I said nothing and gave her a professional look I had developed, to give patients a moment to mull about their own thoughts. I've done a lot of hysterectomies and have faced many women with far worse problems than Anjali. Madeline unexpectedly broke the silence, and the mood. "Let's go listen at the door and see how they're doing. At least we can have a bit of entertainment as well, and maybe it will lift our moods." "I don't think I can listen in," Anjali sobbed. Madeline's attempt to lighten things up worked on me, but not on Anjali. Remember, at this moment I'm also freaking out a bit. I was so happy my clinical mind took over and I was able to ignore my own feelings while trying to help Anjali with hers. During this next silence, all of this emotion came rushing up. "I want to take a listen. I want to know," I said, very somberly. Madeline seemed as bit crestfallen that her attempt to break the mood was less than successful. She said quietly, "should I get a water glass to put against the door". It sounded so puerile, but kind of needed to be asked. "Let me go get a stethoscope from my office," I said, returning a few seconds later with the instrument. We tip-toed over to the guest room, and Madeline and I each took one of the binaurals. In moments we were both suppressing giggles - not what any of us had expected. "No Jason. Stop it. Just, just....just sit on the side of the bed, with your hands at your side, and look. See this, that is my clitoris. It does not like to be dry, and it does not like to be ignored. Now lick one finger..nope just one finger, we're going to start from scratch. Anjali's not going to get back some incompetent school-boy from me....," and so went on Giselle, with her firmest and strictest professorial voice. Jason was obviously in the middle of a crash course! I leaned over and handed my binaural to Anjali, and whispered, "You have to hear this!" Reluctantly she put it to her ear and immediately started laughing, catching herself so they wouldn't hear us. She laughed the sort of cathartic laugh people only have after having been crying from upset. Her laugh was contagious, and she and Madeline rushed back to the living room to keep from laughing too loudly; I followed quickly afterwards. "It doesn't look like I have anything to worry about," I said a bit triumphantly, unloading a truckload of worry into that sentence. Madeline was still laughing and hugged Anjali close, the two women laughing, still a bit sobby, but definitely better than before; we were over the crest. Madeline backed off and said fairly seriously, "Anjali, you can't go through your whole life without an orgasm. If we don't fix this right away, then your chances at marital bliss are not great." I chimed in, "I hate to say it, but she's right. Look, there are therapists and treatments for frid..", I stopped myself from using that word, "for people in your situation." Madeline said, "C'mon Marty, she's not going to go see anyone like that; she's not going to respond to a stranger. She just needs a little help from some friends to whom she can relax. Anjali, the first thing you're going to want to do is get one of these standard issue vibrators and some lube." "I think you two are making too big a deal out of this," Anjali said, shying away from vibrator Madeline was sort of shaking at her. "No, we're not," I said. You're minimizing this because of your embarrassment. The long term health benefits from a healthy sex life cannot be overstated. And embarrassment is the worst reason not seek healthcare – trust me, I've seen too much of that." Anjali looked at us and said, "OK, so what, you're going to tell me how to masturbate now? I have tried you know, but I've never had an orgasm." Madeline squinted at her. "OK, tell me about what you've tried." "Well, Jason has..," Anjali started. "No, don't tell us about Jason, what do you when you're alone," Madeline interrupted. "To be honest, I haven't tried since junior high. Other girls talked about rubbing their clits and stuff. I did that, but it just wasn't that exciting. I tried a few times, but quit after a few minutes, each time." At this point I took a bit of a back seat. Sex therapy was definitely not my specialty and I had a feeling my clinical voice would be unappreciated. Madeline was doing great. "Anjali, you know I'm bi-sexual. I want to help you come to orgasm but I also don't want to creep you out, like I'm getting my ya-yas by messing with an innocent college girl. Do you trust me not to hurt you, now that we've established that your embarrassment needs to overcome? I think that in the same way Jason needs what's he getting, you need this as well," Madeline said seriously but tenderly. "I think I can do it," Anjali whispered, barely audibly. "Do you two want some privacy," I asked, feeling a bit of a third-wheel at this point. "No!" they both intoned together. They both started to stumble over the reasons and I broke in, "OK, I'll just sit over by the couch." I unrolled the exercise mat Giselle kept in the living room. "Spread this out, it'll be more comfortable." "So you want me to take off my clothes?" Anjali said in the way I had heard so many times. Nothing sexy there. "Just keep them on for now, and let things happen naturally. I'm going to lean over and kiss you. Let's practice kissing for a few moments." Anjali puckered up, almost comically, and Madeline backed off, "Let's try this again. Lean back, close your eyes and open your mouth just a bit, relax, and let me lead." Madeline then leaned in and gave Anjali the sweetest, gentlest kiss I ever saw. Anjali caught on in about 5 seconds and after about a minute the two of them were gently making out. My brain started shifting gears again, into horny man mode again. Two incredibly beautiful women making out is something to see. Madeline a 5'4", slender redhead; her tiny ass in those tiny bikini undies squirming as their kissing became more rigorous. She stroked Anjali's hair and face; Anjali started moving around a bit, her 5'1" petite curvy goddess-body now visible beneath the hitherto unappealing grey sweat-suit as fabric pressed and stretched. I felt a little pervy, realizing that Anjali is my baby sitter and this was one of the more clichéd fantasies come true. After a few minutes of this, and me shifting a bit, Anjali made an audible moan. Madeline smiled and looked up, "Is everything wonderful?" "God yes," Anjali replied. "I wish Jason would learn to kiss like that." Madeline leaned close to Anjali and said softly. "He'll never kiss like that, Anjali; I'm a girl, silly. But boys can kiss really nicely. The important thing is both people figure out how they want to kiss at any one time. Sometimes sweet and gentle, sometimes pushy and rough - communication is key." She got even quieter and said, "Anjali, now I'm going to lift your shirt off." Madeline slowly pulled the sweatshirt over Anjali's head, who sat up to facilitate the operation. Anjali, predictably, had a plain white sports bra, that Madeline spent no time in peeling off. Her beautiful B cups spilled out, totally round and pert; just enough sag so you knew they were that size and real. While a B cup isn't that large, they spilled out all over Anjali's tiny waist and torso. "Has Jason ever played with your breasts?" Madeline inquired before cupping one of Anjali's breasts and gently massaging it. "Yes, but, he's really rough about it. He acts like a 15 year old when we're intimate," she answered. "You need to tell him what you like," Madeline whispered, just before she took Anjali's dark round nipple into her mouth. Anjali moaned more audibly, "Umm, yes, that's nice. A little tickly." Madeline moved her mouth back up and used her fingers to pinch the now engorged nipple. Anjali did not reciprocate; after all, this was a mission to help Anjali, and she was thankfully concentrating on her own pleasure. Eventually Anjali absent-mindedly petted Madeline's hair while starting to writhe a bit beneath Madeline's increasingly vigorous ministrations. They kept up their fun for some time, sometimes kissing, sometimes Madeline working on Anjali's breasts. Anjali was flush and I could tell she was excited. Madeline grabbed the waistband of Anjali's sweatpants. "Now come off the bottoms. The fire's really warmed this place up, so it should be plenty comfortable for you." I laughed, "I don't think the fire is responsible for the temperature. It is HOT in here!" They both laughed; my remark breaking the tension and eliminating Anjali's hesitation. Anjali lifted her hips as Madeline removed her sweatpants. Anjali had underwear to match, the least sexy voluminous white panties that every woman wore to see the gynecologist. I had seen them many times. There was a tiny wet spot on the bottom. Madeline continued to kiss Anjali's breasts while slowly stroking her belly, and then her thighs, and then reaching around and massaging the Anjali's beautifully round ass – she was high-waisted, which emphasized the roundness of her derriere. Eventually Madeline gently stroked against the fabric of the panties, teasing Anjali. She must have stroked her clitoris, as Anjali squirmed up, away on the matt. "That was too ticklish!" Anjali blurted out. Madeline stopped. "It'll get a lot more ticklish before you were through. Marty, can you sit behind Anjali's head and put your hands out where she can reach them. Anjali, reach up and grab Marty's hands. Keep holding his hands, hold them tight, no matter how ticklish things get." She reached up and held my hands; it was an incredibly tender moment. My jeans felt tight but I knew my job here, to be a friend. I almost felt like a husband in the delivery room. "Ready?" Madeline asked rhetorically. Madeline slid the underpants off revealing a sizable dark bush of hair, completely natural. She gave her middle and index finger a big lick and reached between Anjali's soft thighs, into the depths of her lovely forest, and then leaned in to begin kissing her mouth again. At first, Anjali was squirming each which way to try to get away from Madeline's ministrations, digging her nails into my hand but after about 15-20 seconds she settled down, her body clearly responding to Madeline's efforts. Madeline was now focusing on Anjali's clitoris, every so often dipping her finger in to scoop up the moistness. Anjali lubricating like few women I've seen, and her public area was soaked. The smell of her luscious womanly scent filled the room. I was so hard I thought I might cum in my pants. Anjali spoke, "This is so amazing. I've never gotten over that tickly phase, that's when I would stop. Just keep doing what you're doing now. Even if I don't orgasm, I've never had such a good time." Madeline smiled. "Just you wait! You may need to hold on to Marty a little tighter." Madeline took the vibrator and turned it on low. While still manipulating Anjali with her fingers, she introduced the vibrator to Anjali's now quite "open for business" vagina, the moisture having matted back her hair. She clutched my hands and seemed to be approaching her first happy landing. Madeline turned up the vibrations and kept dipping in and out of her vagina with the dildo. Anjali was shaking and I thought she was rip my the skin off my wrists, she was digging in so deep. "Just there, just there," Anjali grunted, the vibrator right on top of her clitoris. And then it happened. It was amazing, she was just grunting and giggling and crying and she kept cumming and cumming for what seemed like an eternity, but was probably around a 45 seconds. Anjali let go of my hands and pushed Madeline away, and this time Madeline relented. Anjali grunted, "Just give me a second, just a second..." Madeline said, "You've earned it!" Anjali couldn't say anything for a few minutes. Madeline cuddled up to her on the mat. They kissed a little. I removed myself back to my chair. I was hard as a rock but I also knew this wasn't about me. After a few minutes, Anjali said, "I wonder what those two are up to," nodding down to the guest room. I have to go pee. Anjali slipped on her panties back on. Anjali went into the bathroom while Madeline and I picked up the stethoscope again; it was barely necessary, even with the thick walls of our old Victorian. Jason was grunting like a warthog while Giselle was loudly panting "Fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck yes, yes, yes, uhh...." Giselle was not normally vocal, except when in the most extreme of her horny moods. Then she made a sound, kind of like a cross between a moan and kitten's mewl, a sound I had only heard a half dozen times before in my life. I knew she was cumming hard, and over and over again. I thought I was the only person who had ever heard that sound, who had made my wife make that sound, and now here was Jason giving her the full measure on his first try. It was super erotic, but also kind of scary. Madeline noticed my face and took it down. Anjali came from the bathroom and I went in. I had to pee so badly, but it took a while until my erection subsided. Finally I peed and the girls were still outside, listening in on Giselle and Jason. Anjali made the face I made and took her ear off. "Why don't we give them some privacy," I said weakly, and we all returned to the living room. We sat down and looked at each other. It was now almost 2:30 and I was tired. Madeline seemed wide awake, and Anjali looked considerably less euphoric than five minutes ago. Obviously we weren't going to go in there and stop them, but sitting up this late, basically waiting for them to finish having sex was beyond awkward. It had also been many years since I and Giselle had gone at it anything like an hour, and I was really beginning to feel like the cuckold. And yet, at the same time, there was something intensely erotic about the whole thing. Part of me wanted to watch them, and part of me felt I would die if I did so. As I brooded, and Anjali started to slip into a similar funk, Madeline came to the rescue. "Marty, why exactly do you still have clothes on?" Anjali cheered at this ribbing. "Yeah Marty; here I am, your sweet innocent baby sitter - who showed-off all her goods off and never even got a peek at yours. Time to strip down and come sit on the floor with us." I was pretty tired but I wasn't going anywhere and I certainly can't deny being a bit overdressed.. I pulled off my clothes – my erection was gone but was starting to return at the thought of being naked with these women. Anjali leaned over and whispered in Madeline's ear. And Madeline giggled and pulled her shirt off. Anjali and her started kissing again, but this time Anjali was working back, caressing Madeline, and gently teasing her long nipples. She even slipped her hand into Madeline's panties. "Anjali, has Jason ever given you head?" Madeline asked? "God no, that's too dirty," Anjali said and flushed, flinching away from the redhead for a moment. I didn't want to let this comment go by uncorrected. "Anjali, it's not dirty. Pee is mostly inert, maybe just sometimes a bit smelly, and most people take care of themselves well enough for it not to be a problem," I said, as clinically and definitively as possible. "Unless your partner has the flu or cold sores, which I don't think is the case." "Well, I, I'm not sure. I know a lot of people do it," Anjali answered. Madeline started licking Anjali's torso, in a meandering but with the definite overall direction being southward. She spent a long time on the tender areas beneath the hip bones, and her belly button, all the while her fingers had started work on Anjali's clitoris again beneath Anjali's panties. Anjali panted, "I you want to do it to me..I want that. But I'm not ready to do that to you. Jason always wants me to use my mouth... but I don't." Madeline looked up and put a finger to her lips, indicating Anjali should be quiet. Madeline kissed the rest of the way down Anjali's body, touching all the right places. She pulled down those giant white panties again and started kissing Anjali all over her thighs. Eventually she gave a first tentative lick up Anjali's labia and ending with a wet swirl on the clitoris, and Anjali gave a shiver which registered a 9 on the Richter scale. "Oh, yes, oh I see what you mean," Anjali gasped. Madeline worked on her for a while eventually putting the vibrator into action. As Anjali got close, Madeline leaned over and grabbed the black rubber dildo and the lube. Madeline handed Anjali the vibrator, and Anjali continued to use it on herself. Madeline poured a liberal amount on the dildo rubbed it all over, and then added more, and then poured a liberal amount on her fingers and stuck them into Anjali's tight vagina. "Anjali, you need to lay back and relax. This is going to be incredible, but you need to relax," Madeline told her. She took the vibrator away and slowly moved the dildo back and forth against her shaft until a bit opened. Madeline's other hand never stopped working Anjali's clitoris, now sloppy with lube. Anjali sucked in a bit of air as Madeline pushed it a bit further, and then back out in a twisting motion. Then back in she went, deeper again. Anjali put her hand down to stop the dildo, and Madeline pulled it out, not all the way; and giving Anjali just a moment, pushed in again, again further, this time almost to the hilt. "Oh god I feel so wonderful, so full. Now I see what this is all about," Anjali cried, the second orgasm of her life rapidly approaching. "No, you don't really see it yet. You need to experience the real thing, handled by someone who knows how to use it," Madeline said. "And you two, you two need to also have sex or you'll never be able to get over Giselle and Jason doing it." Giselle and I Ch. 01 Anjali, nearly cumming at this point, smiled at me. "Yes Marty, I want to feel you. It is as she says – we have to do this now... if I can." Without another word Madeline squirted lube all over my now erect cock, and quickly gave pulled her hand down over my cock and slid it to the base, smeared the lube all over. She then backed away from between Anjali's legs. "Please Marty, please I want to feel you," Anjali begged. I slipped between her legs and placed my cock at the entrance of her canal, and very slowly pushed. Oh my god, this was the tightest pussy I have ever had my cock inside. But it was so warm, and so soft. Her breasts, and hips, and ass were all so soft. So much softer than Giselle, my Nordic hardbody. I pushed in another inch and stopped, and then withdrew, and then back in again. Meanwhile, Madeline removed her panties and got herself the vibrator, lustily watching us. I pushed in farther and she had me stop and then again, I pulled out again, and with a final thrust I was almost all the way in – I wasn't going to get any further up that tight chasm. This sent Anjali over the edge and she shuddered in orgasm on my cock, which I thought she was going to crush in her so tight spasms; it wasn't as big as her first orgasm and she didn't push me way, but I just stayed rooted in her there for a bit while she came down a little. I then started on slowly fucking her again. The flow from her second orgasm and the tension release in her muscles allowed me to increase the pace and rhythm. I still wasn't fucking at her with the super-deep penetration angles Giselle liked so much, but I was filling her, and she was responding again. As I started to build myself up for release, it occurred to me to remark "Just for the record, I have a vasectomy," rather unromantically. "Just for the record, that's awesome," Anjali answered back, encouraging the increased vigor in my thrusting. I changed my angle a bit to put more pressure on her clitoris, and Anjali erupted in her third orgasm of the evening and of her life. I didn't think someone could cum harder than she did the first time, but now she was bucking and shuddering and it took most of my effort just to keep my cock working back and forth on her. The spasms in vagina were overwhelming me. I wanted to last 20 minutes, to give her the fucking she deserved, but that wasn't in the cards. My body involuntarily increased tempo for just three or four more pumps and I released. The last few hours had given me quite a pent up reserve, and it burned hot as it came from me. Anjali's orgasm turbo charged and shook, and pushed her mouth onto mine – not gently, but with urgency, sucking my lips and tongue until they hurt. I kissed back hard, following suit, and she just kept shaking from what was clearly a multiple orgasm as I pushed my groin hard against her clitoris. I heard Madeline's short, tight breathing and now she came too, using the vibrator in one hand with the fingers from her other hand deeply embedded in her now soaking pussy. I wanted so badly to taste Madeline's pussy but Anjali's mouth was still locked on mine, and it felt so good, so warm. Eventually after a couple minutes Anjali calmed down, flush, and again weeping from the experience. We kept kissing, now softer and more gently, for another minute or so as we slowly came down from orgasm. "You're right, Madeline. Boys can kiss nicely!" Anjali whispered. I rolled off her and onto the exercise mat, and pulled Madeline over. The three of us cuddled together for another five minutes and I opened my eyes with a start, realizing I had dozed off and Anjali and Madeline were getting up. "Marty, can you walk me home now? I don't think I want to wait for Jason, and it's close to 3AM," Anjali asked. I smiled and silently wiped myself off with some tissues and slipped my clothes back on. The three of us were quiet. As we were leaving, Anjali and Madeline gave each other a big hug, and exchanged phone numbers. As she was leaving, Madeline slipped the vibrator into Anjali's purse. "A souvenir," she said and grinned. We said nothing on our walk back to her place – part from exhaustion, part from both of us being in our own minds. We walked slowly, despite the cold air, which did little to waken us. When we got to the house where she stayed, my first impulse was to give her a goodnight kiss, but then remembered, well everything about our lives, and the family she lived with, the neighbors, Giselle, well...everything. I smiled and whispered to her, "Anjali, we all have a lot of talking to do. Call us tomorrow and lets all have dinner. Time is not on our side." Anjali smiled. She seemed so relaxed and sleepy, so beautiful with her big eyelids have closed. "Yes. But don't say anything to Jason about what happened in the living room. He needs to hear that from me." By the time I got home I saw Jason's car was gone. The lights were all out, and when I looked, the living room had been cleaned up. In the dim light of the nightlight, I saw Madeline sleeping on the couch with a blanket I assumed she found in the linen closet, off the upstairs hall bathroom (which it turned out was where Giselle stored her secret sex toy stash). I climbed upstairs and as I entered the master bedroom, I could hear the shower coming from the en suite bathroom. I pulled off my clothes, realizing that I too needed to shower – I was coated in Anjali's musk. I slipped into the bathroom and startled my wife, who was just finishing up rinsing off. She averted her eyes from my gaze and I could tell she felt ashamed. "I'm just coming out honey. We need to talk, but tomorrow. I need to sleep, and now," she said, staring at the ground and pushing her way past me to her robe and the door. "Did you talk to Madeline?" I asked. "No. I heard you and Anjali leave the house about half an hour ago. I knew you'd be back and want to go to sleep, and I knew I wanted to be sleeping next to you, so I sent Jason home after ...uh... a few minutes." "We do need to talk, Giselle, I said, but please don't worry about what happened tonight. I love you and I hope you love me too," I whispered. "Oh God yes, I do," she replied, and kissed me gently. She was out within a minute of hitting the bed. I wished I weren't worried. Most of the rest of the night I tossed and turned, unable to turn my brain off.