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Moonlight Window

By: PanesOfGlasss



My wife and I never knew how fulfilling a resort stay could be.

My wife, Lara, and I checked into a beautiful, very expensive country resort in Vermont. It was late Spring, and the grounds were covered with blossoming bushes. We were there for what we hoped would be a really romantic three-day weekend.

We reserved a ground-floor room on the mountain side of the resort. Those rooms had small patios instead of balconies like the upper stories. The bellman, Norm, showed us the sliding glass door to the patio, and said to keep it locked when we weren't in the room. He explained that the opening in the hedge that partially shielded the patio was designed so that we not only had a view of the mountain, but also had direct access to the hiking trails that linked the three resorts in the area.

"Occasionally hikers use the benches in the resort's patios to rest for a moment if the adjacent rooms look unoccupied. We haven't had any problems with people doing so, as the trail is privately owned by the three resorts, and our clientele tended to be very upscale. I recommend being as safe as possible, though."

He clicked the lock and said, "You know. Just in case."

Norm showed us the maps of the trails, and explained that between the three resorts there were several really great restaurants along with some casual ones.

"We already have a reservation at Jefferey's," I said.

"Excellent!" he replied. "It's probably the best one. Try the dessert chef's new creation, the spiced pears.

Pointing to the check-in package I had tossed on the coffee table, Norm said, "Did they explain your Resort Card at the front desk?"

Pulling the blue and green cards from the check-in package I said, "Well, they said they were our room keys and could be used to charge things like meals and stuff from the convenience store."

"They're more than that," the Norm said proudly. "You can use them for the spa, and they work the gate at the pool and the door to the Fitness Center. Your card will open the garage gate, too. Did you know that all three of the mountain resorts have reciprocal agreements?"

"No. What sort?"

"Your Resort Card will let you pass from one property to the other, and you can even use it at the restaurants at the other two resorts. You use the pools there, too. It is your key and your resort ID. The resorts are designed so that you can hike all day without having to go to your home resort. When you feel like eating or taking a cool dip, you can go to the nearest one and use the amenities. We get as many of their guests as they get ours, so everything works out evenly.

"We just ask that you bring your own swim attire. Towels and everything else are provided at each pool and changing room."

Lara said, "I'm lovin' this already!"

We tipped the Norm and decided to relax.

We spent the remainder of the afternoon at the pool, and then came back to the room for a shower. We sat in the patio with some cold sodas until it was time to dress for dinner. The patio had two benches with a table between them. We sat together on the bench facing the opening in the hedge and spent an enjoyable half hour looking at the mountain and saying hello to the passers-by on the trail.

We looked at the trail maps in the check-in package and planned a couple of hikes. We are both in our mid forties. We're not terribly athletic, but we can both walk a country trail for hours without getting exhausted. One of the reasons we picked this hotel was do a little hiking.

It was getting towards dinner time, so we started to dress.

Lara put on a simple black dress with a pearl necklace. As she put on the necklace, she winked. I smiled, knowingly, but that is for later in this tale.

Lara's 30B bust line and full hips were accentuated by the pencil dress, and her legs by the three inch high heels. With them, her 5'5" frame was about three inches shorter than me. Beth's brunette hair came down just over her shoulders and nicely framed her delicate neck and deep cleavage.

I looked into her soft, brown eyes and said, "Sweetie, you are still the sexiest woman I have ever seen."

She said, "And you are the hunkiest hunk I have ever seen."

"'Hunkiest hunk?'" I said. "Talk about breaking the mood of a tender moment!"

"Your flattery caught me by surprise, Honey. It was the first thing that popped into my head," she said sheepishly.

"I got something I can pop in your head after dinner," I leered.

I had put on my sport coat and slacks by then.

Lara said, "'Pop' my ass. Put on your tie and let's go. I'm hungry, hunk."

I laughed as I put on my tie and we left for dinner.

Jefferey's, the resort's famous steakhouse, was owned by Chef Jefferey Whittenstone. He was not only a world-class chef and master of all things meat, but he was known for being one of the most demanding chefs in the business. His pastry and dessert chefs had to be among the finest in the industry, and he expected them to constantly create new sensations.

We were a little early, so we sat in the lounge and had a drink. Lara had a martini, and I had a single malt scotch, Glendronach 15-year-old.

The meal was incredible, and so was the wine we ordered with it.

The steaks were nothing short of sensuous! My ribeye was cooked to medium rare perfection. Its dry-aged flavor was as good as I had ever experienced, and it was so tender that I didn't need a steak knife to cut it.

Lara's filet was juicy and tender to a fault. She teased me with a bite when she held out a morsel on the end of her fork. As I tried to bite it, she moved it back just a little. When I stopped to figure out what her game was, she slowly touched the piece of steak to my upper lip and coated it with its juice.

She pulled the fork back a little, saying, "Taste the juice before you bite into the steak."

I ran my tongue over my lip as instructed.

"Incredible! The smoke from the grill, the fatty juice from the meat and the light touch of seasoning are all there in one simple lick."

She put the fork back to my mouth, and I took the morsel with my teeth.

"Oh," I sighed. "Mine is great. Yours is even better."

Every bit of the meal was that good. The asparagus with Béarnaise sauce, the mushrooms sautéed in marsala, and the fresh-baked French bread with sweet butter were all sheer perfection. We expected good food, but that meal was one of those rare ones where everything is so good that you wish you could lick the plate.

We don't normally drink very much. The wine was so well paired with our steaks, though, that we finished the whole bottle in spite of our pre-dinner drinks.

The spiced pear desert that Lara ordered at our Norm's suggestion involved spiced pears poached in cream and rum over house-made vanilla ice cream.

"Wow! He really knew what he was talking about," she said. "Sam, this is finger-licking good."

To prove the point, she scooped up a finger-full of the sauce and held it out for me to taste.

Normally that would have been out of place for us, especially in an elegant restaurant. The pre-dinner cocktails and the wine had gotten to both of us a little, and I leaned over and sucked the sauce off her finger. It was fantastic!

I leaned a little closer to her and whispered, "I would like to get a pint of the sauce to go so I can lick it off a little more than your finger."

She smiled and whispered back, "There are a few 'licking places' I have in mind for starters."

I used my Resort Card to pay for the meal, and we headed back to our room. Jefferey's was a five minute walk from our room. We strolled casually back, arm-in-arm. The resort had a lot of little odd corners and nooks where guests could sit and look at the mountain and the valley below.

We found a deserted one and used it for a little romance. I took Lara in my arms.

"I was serious back in the room. I still think you are the sexiest girl I have ever known."

She looked up into my eyes.

"I love it when you say that. After all these years, I still believe you are the perfect man for me."

We kissed for a few minutes, enjoying the quiet moment in each others' arms.

"Let's continue this back in the room," I said.

With that, we walked the rest of the way back and entered the room.

Before I could turn on the lights, she grabbed my hand, led me to the bed and sat me down. The Moon was full, and the room was flooded with its light. I could see her reach for her zipper as I quickly took off my coat and tie.

She asked, "Hon?"

"Yeah?"

"Menu? You pick tonight."

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"Menu" is shortcut for the sex menu we invented during our marriage. Sometimes she would let me pick the selection, and sometimes I would let her. It was like ordering off a Chinese menu.

"Column A" referred to our attire. It included slips, half-slips, panties, stockings, garter belts, bras, and accessories (velvet ribbon choker, dangly earrings, high heels, etc). Well, that is, for her.

For me Column A consisted of me being naked or having on shorts to start. Lara never wanted anything else, except for one time on a cruise ship when she wanted to watch me do a striptease out of my tux. It didn't really turn out to be that sexy, and after that, it was just "naked" or "shorts."

"Column B" meant just physical sex. The items in Column B included a straight fuck (missionary or cowgirl), oral sex, mutual masturbation and so on. The menu required that Column B always start with an appetizer of extended foreplay or a taste of something from Column C. That was understood.

"Column C" meant voyeurism and fantasies: a trip to Fantasy World with the other putting on a show. Well, uh, that's not exactly accurate. It meant me masturbating while she put on a show until she climaxed. I love to watch her doing something sensual and then masturbating, and she just loves getting me horny and watching her do it.

She said it made her feel desired, and I always told her that she was.

Colum C fantasies included bedroom sex, public sex, sex while someone watches through a window, sex where someone stumbles upon us some place where we had thought we were in private . . . well, you get the Idea.

Ah, Fantasy World! I made up stories about situations where people could watch her, and she loved every word. The wilder the situation, the more she loved it. But they were only stories. I knew she would be mortified if anyone but me actually saw her naked, let alone masturbating. The stories drove her wild, though, and she usually had an orgasm while I was telling them to her.

The reason I was such a successful storyteller is that most of the stories were based on her teenage masturbation fantasies.

She described those fantasies years ago.

"Whenever my sister was not around, I would go to our bedroom and masturbate with my hairbrush. I would imagine men standing around me, rubbing on their cocks and ejaculating as I came.

"Sometimes I would imagine the men touching me or licking me," she confessed.

Any time we fucked and she was having a hard time reaching climax, all I would have to do would was stand up and watch her while she masturbated. If I even leaned over as if to lick her belly or thighs, she would often cum before my mouth ever touched her. It was really great to have a reliable "ejector button" whenever we needed to finish and she couldn't seem to.

She told me about those fantasies well before we were married, and it brought me closer to her knowing that she was willing to share something so intimate with me. What I didn't know at the time was that another level to those fantasies had developed.

After we were married for a few years, she finally confessed something else to me.

"Honey, there's something that I want to share with you, and I hope it excites you as much as it does me."

"Believe me. You have my undivided attention," I said with anticipation.

"For some time now, I have been fantasizing about having women watch and touch me, too."

That had hit me like a bombshell! Like most guys, I sometimes thought about a threesome, but hearing my wife say that she fantasized about it, too, made me grab her.

"Excite me?" I asked. "Hell, just your telling me is just about to make me cum!" I said as I tore her clothes off and fucked her right there.

True to my word, I came fairly soon. Too soon. It was so soon that I had to put a finger in her pussy while I watched her masturbate.

I decided to try out this new Column C menu item right away.

As she rubbed on herself, I said, "How would you like to have a woman's hands stripping of your clothes while I watch her doing it to you?"

"Oh, yeah!!"

"She's going to put her hands on your breasts and caress you through the silk of your slip."

"I want that. I want her to touch me. Make her lick my breasts!" she panted. "Oh. Yeahhhh!"

She responded as I expected, and a few more comments about a woman licking her breasts and caressing her body were all it took to bring her to a gasping, screaming climax.

"Ohhh. Lick me! Touch me! I want to feel it nowwww! Ahhhhh, yeahhhhhhh!"

We sat and cuddled after that session. I asked her where the heck that fantasy had come from.

"You know Carmen and Helen, right?" she asked.

"The two lesbians at your firm? Yeah, I met them and their partners at the company picnic and at the Christmas party. They seemed nice.

"Hey! Wait a minute! Don't tell me you did it with one of them!"

"No, nothing like that, silly. You know I would never cheat on you! I'm surprised you even thought that!"

She gave me a playful punch on the arm.

"Sorry. My mind was so full of erotic possibilities, and that just popped out. So where did you get the idea?"

"Okay," she continued, "everyone at work knows they are lesbians, but it's only because they openly bring their partners to company events. They are smart and hardworking. They are great to be around and their sexual orientation is never an issue.

"I really love them as valuable employees and good friends, and would never bring up their sexuality in the workplace.

"Carmen is one of the paralegals who do research for me, you know. One day about two months ago when I was feeling horny at work, but was unable to do anything about it at my desk, she came in to give me the brief on a case we were trying the next week. As she handed me the folio, a couple of papers slipped out and fell on the floor. She knelt down near me to pick them up. She was wearing one of those tops with a straight neckline."

She drew her fingers across her chest to show the size of the opening at. I nodded and said I knew the kind of top she was talking about.

"Like your yellow summer dress."

"Yes. That's it. Well, kneeling in front of me like that, I got a good look at her breasts. She was wearing a light blue bra, and I could see all the way down to her waist."

"Into downblouse erotica now, are we?" I joked.

To my surprise, she said, "Uh, yeah, I guess I am. Looking at her breasts hanging there in front of me got me even hotter. I could imagine her partner, Paula, caressing them. It made me still hotter.

"When she got up, handed me the folio and left, I had to go to my bathroom and rub on myself until I came! While I did it, I fantasized about watching those breasts while she watched me rub on my pussy. It was the first time I had ever thought about masturbating in front of a woman, and I couldn't believe how hot it made me."

"It's a good thing partners at your firm have bathrooms in their offices," I commented, "because fingering yourself in the public bathroom might have attracted attention."

She nodded in agreement.

"And I can't believe how hot it's making me right now," I added.

Lara smiled and started stroking me as she continued.

"I began to have thoughts about what it would like for me to masturbate while Carmen or Helen watched. When I masturbated alone or made love to you, I would often think about those women watching me and maybe taking off my clothes and touching me. It always made me cum fairly quickly, too. I was pretty sure I could never actually do it, but thinking about it is completely erotic. After a while I added mutual fondling where another woman and I caressed each other. It took me a while to get comfortable enough with it to tell you."

"Oh, Lara, that's so hot! I can see it in my head right now!"

"So, you would like to see a woman undress me, lay me on the bed and watch me masturbate in front of her?"

"Ah. Fuck yeah. Hot . . ."

"And what would you think about her touching me? Maybe with her hand on my bra? How about her hand under my slip?"

"I . . . think-nk-nk it's . . . Ohhhh! Yeahhh!"

I discovered that she had also found an "ejector" button for me, as well, as I came in her hand as she was talking.

After that, any time I was having trouble getting off, Lara would whisper in my ear something like, "Helen is downstairs right now. I'm going to bring her up, and you can watch us slowly take off our dresses and caress our bodies through our slips."

She never had to make it much past the "slip" part before I came. Both of us had a fetish for silky slips, half slips, camisoles and demi-bras. I kept Lara well stocked in them, and she loved to wear them while we were making love or watching each other masturbate. I loved the sensuous feel of her body through the silky material, and she thoroughly enjoyed my looking at her in them.

Over time, we "invited" other women we knew into our fantasy world, and even just made some up.

The Menu is also a handy tool when "shopping." If we are in a lingerie shop, all ether of us has to do is hold up an item and say to the other, "Column A?" A thumbs up means she tries it on. A thumbs down means it goes back on the rack.

The same thing applies when we are searching for new characters to inhabit Fantasy World. If one of us spots a hot woman, asking the other "Column C?" is answered with either a nod of the head or a shake. No one else knows what the hell we are talking about, so we can even do it at parties!

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Now I was sitting on the bed at the resort thinking about what I wanted that night.

I could see her running her hands up and down her body over the dress while I deliberated, and she could see me getting aroused.

I said, "Forget Column A. You're already wearing it. I think I want Column B, heavy on the foreplay."

"The dress," I said. "Take it off."

"Oooo. Sweetie wants a strip show and pussy tonight. I like that! One main course from Column B and a taste from Column C. Kinky!"

She reached up and pulled the dress from her shoulders. As she slid it down, I could see that she was wearing a lacy black demi-bra and a silky black half slip.

"I hope that's the one with the slit up the back. See that chair? I'm planning on bending you over it and using that slit."

The slit was trimmed in soft lace that matched the lace on her bra. The feel of either of them whenever I fondled her in them drove me wild! Feeling the silky slit on my dick and balls while I pumped her from behind was even better!

She replied, "You're in luck. I'll bend over so far that you can see me with my fingers on my pussy, and when you're hard, we'll do it with the slip still on."

God, did she know just how to push my buttons!

She swayed while her hands played over her body. She caressed her breasts and slowly moved down her torso and then put her hand inside the waistband of the slip. I could see her hand working under the nylon.

She turned around and bent over, and in the moonlight I could see her hand massaging the crotch of her panties through the now-open slit in the slip. She worked herself for several minutes, and I watched with my hand in my shorts.

Finally, I walked over to her. She turned around and slid her hand down my shorts. To her satisfaction, by penis was rock hard. She pulled my shorts all the way down, and I stepped out of them as she gave my penis a teasing lick as her face passed by. It sent a shudder through my body, and I stood her up.


Moonlight Window Ch. 02



Thanks to Literotica Member Lazarus Harshaw, native French speaker, currently living in Brussels, Belgium, for help with the French phrases and song lyrics. He responded to my request for help with them.

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Moonlight Window - Chapter 2, Deb finds her way into our lives and hearts

This resort proved to be far better than we had ever imagined! In three short days it changed our lives forever.

Friday, a chance encounter at the moonlit window of our room connected Lara and me with Bill and Beth. They turned out to be our fantasy soul mates, and we spent the following evening and this morning discovering that sexual fantasy can be even better in reality.

With Beth and Bill, Lara's fantasies about a lesbian encounter were fulfilled. Lara and Beth found that they enjoyed a game with Lara as a dominatrix and Beth as her sex slave. The revelations were incredible, and we had a date to explore them further in three weeks at their house.

Our goodbye to Bill and Beth was at the café at the resort over brunch. It was so poignant that Beth and Lara were in tears at our parting. It was beautiful.

An unplanned witness to our farewell meal was our server, Deb. She had heard part of a conversation between Lara and Beth in which Lara had revealed many of the aspects of our new sexual connection with Bill and Beth.

Deb's reaction was interesting. She made a point of brushing my leg, and then bending over to show Beth and me her breasts in a sexy downblouse display. I knew it was intentional because she made no attempt to adjust her uniform when she saw me looking. In fact, she had just smiled and continued to lean over farther than necessary.

She had admitted hearing Lara when she was behind our table setting down our orders before serving us. She apparently liked what Lara had said, too.

Just before parting, Lara and Beth had embraced and kissed. It was emotional, and they were crying when they parted. Across the room I saw Deb wiping away a tear at seeing this.

It was a curious set of reactions that had Lara interested. After Bill and Beth left I asked Lara what she wanted to do for the rest of the afternoon.

Her reply was, "I wonder what time Deb gets off work?"

I was now holding up my Resort Card, indicating to Deb that I wanted her to bring over the bill. I caught her eye, and she signaled that she would be over right away.

My heart was racing. Lara and Beth had done things for and with Bill and me in the last forty hours that excited and amazed me. Erotic things I never dreamed possible. The weekend had awakened something in Lara that turned her into a sexual dynamo, and now she was telling me that she was interested in possibly continuing the exploration with Deb if she proved suitable and willing.

Deb arrived at our table and handed me the check. As she did so, she put her hand on my shoulder and squatted a bit to bring her eyes level with mine. Normally, I would write this off as one of the techniques waitresses use to seem friendly and increase tips. It has been proven to work, and would not normally seem out of place.

What was unusual was that as Deb squatted to bring her to eye level, she leaned forward again. Earlier when she served Beth, I could see that she was wearing a red bra. This time I was close enough to tell that it was a red push-up bra with lace trim and underwire cups. If she had been closer, I would have been able to count the stitches on the cups! Again, she just smiled when it was obvious that I was looking down at her breasts.

After I looked at the check, I handed her my Resort Card. She glanced at my name on the card.

"I'll be back in a second . . . Sam," she said with a smile.

She returned in a minute, and handed me the folder with the receipt for me to sign and a pen. I pretended that the pen was not working.

"Lara, give me the pen in your purse," I said.

As she rummaged through her purse, taking her time, I looked at Deb. She looked to be between 20 and 25. She was slim, and had dark hair that went to the middle of her back. From the show she had put on a minute ago, I guessed she was about a 28A or B. Her bra pushed what she had about as high as possible, and again, I assumed it was to elicit larger tips.

I said, "Deb, have a seat for a sec while Lara finds me a pen."

Deb didn't wait an instant as I slid to make room in the booth for her. She sat right down and looked at me expectantly.

"Deb, you seem to have heard and observed a bit this morning. What was your take on what was happening in out booth?"

"Sam, I've seen a lot while working here. Most of our guests don't know it, but the swinging community uses the resort at a discreet rendezvous destination. It's just word-of-mouth, and our reputation is that we are very accommodating. The people who use the resort for this, though, usually come prepared and are a little less obvious than the four of you were this morning.

"When you came in wearing evening attire, it was pretty clear that one couple was staying at one of the other two resorts on the property. Foursomes usually book rooms at the same resort, often in adjacent rooms or even suites. That gives them a chance to change into day clothes for breakfast the next morning.

"The way you were dressed and the way you acted made me believe that the four of you had met at the resort for the first time and that you had all spent the night in the same room. When I heard you, Lara, talking to . . . what was her name?"

"Beth," Lara replied.

". . . Beth, I knew you were a new foursome. Lara, what you revealed I that one conversation was amazing. I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but I had two large platters of food to set down on the serving stand behind you, and I was pretty much stuck there until I was finished doing that.

"For people who had apparently just met, you were giving each other an incredible amount of mutual support, and I sensed that you had genuine love for each other. It was beautiful. A lot of swingers who meet here just meet up to 'get their tickets punched' and show little commitment to each other after the evening is over.

"When you and Beth kissed and cried before they left, I thought that was one of the sexiest things I had ever witnessed here at the mountain!"

Lara said, "Well, you are right. We met by chance here, and we formed an amazing bond in such a short time. I'm positive they will be a part of our lives for some time to come."

"That is so sweet! Most of the swingers that meet here meet through the Internet or personals. They just want neutral ground for sex, and may never meet again. I think you are the first pair of couples that I have seen that met by chance right here and then formed what they hope to be a permanent relationship!"

I said, "I wondered why you were 'signaling' a little interest when you were serving us and when you brought the check."

I moved my fingers along my neckline to indicating what kind of signal I was talking about as I spoke.

Deb blushed a little.

"I was hoping I was piquing your interest."

Lara asked, "Would you like to go somewhere for dinner with us? I would like to get to know you a little better."

"I would like that, but it should probably be off-property. We don't have a rule against it, but I would feel a little uncomfortable having my coworkers serve me while sitting with a couple of resort guests.

Lara asked, "With all of the swingers who pass through here, what made us stand out as something more?"

"You two, or I guess the four of you, are the first guests I've met here that seemed interesting enough to want to get to know. With the usual swingers I meet here, I feel like I'm serving strangers at a way station. Even the regulars I know by name just seem like they are passing through. There is no interest in getting to know any more about them than what they usually order for breakfast."

"You got all that from watching four people eat breakfast?" I asked.

"I've been here for years. I work part time here on weekends and summers. I'm finally finishing my psych internship program at Dartmouth this spring. I've been here since I was an undergrad, and I've been watching people all that time. I can tell when something unusual is happening, and this morning was the first personally-interesting 'unusual happening' I've seen since I've been here.

"I see families all the time, and I can tell when they all want to be here, or when one member would rather be somewhere else. I see couples, and I can tell when they are going to spend the weekend in their room, out on the trails, or doing things separately while they are here. I see the vast majority of swingers only once with the same pairing. Many come back with another couple, but most of the interest is for a single weekend fling.

"I have overheard a lot of conversations, and I have never heard anyone else tell someone in a foursome to get married, and I have never, ever seen two women cry and kiss at their parting."

"That explains a lot! Wow. It must feel great to almost be done with your course work! You've probably been in school as long as I was!" exclaimed Lara.

"Psych?"

"No, law. How much more to finish?"

"Course work and clinical is finished. I just have to finish writing things up. Couple weeks at the most, with mostly just administrative stuff after this week, I'm guessing."

"Congratulations! I was so happy when I finally graduated!"

"Yeah, I can feel it, it's so close. That may have been what initiated my interest in you."

"How so?"

"Well, when I saw you laughing and enjoying your breakfast as friends, it reminded me how much I've missed. I wanted to graduate early, and I took on a heavy workload to cut a year off the whole program. I applied myself to work and school. Oh, sure, I've had flings, but I've been in school continuously for over half a decade. I haven't had a real relationship since high school."

"Half a decade with no relationships? God, you must have spent a fortune on batteries," quipped Lara.

Deb looked down and blushed again.

Lara put her hand to Deb's face and said, "I love it when you blush. Sensitive is sexy."

I asked Deb, "Aside from acting out of the ordinary, what about the four of us do you find attractive?"

"Well for starters, I think that you are all good looking."

I held up my hand as if tipping a hat, and in a bad Texas accent, said, "Why thank ya', ma'am. That's very kind!"

"You're welcome, but that was just the beginning. It was obvious that you had all just met, and yet you were so comfortable with each other. Your ages were, I guessed, ten or fifteen years apart, and it didn't seem to make a difference.

"When I heard Lara describe all the things the four of you were into and then tell Beth she should marry her sweetheart . . .uh"

"Bill," I said.

"Thank you. When I heard her tell Beth she should marry Bill, I thought my heart was going to break!"

She looked at Lara and said, "You had just given an encyclopedic listing of wild sex acts, followed by, 'Marry the guy.' I had never heard anything like that. In fact I have never even heard of anything like that."

Lara said, "By the way, after hearing me say those things, you obviously knew what kinds of sex we were into."

She paused for a moment to see the reaction on Deb's face, and continued, "And you still wanted to get to know us?"

"I have been taking psych coursed for what seems an eternity. Along the way, we studied about everything people can do together. Also along the way, I discovered that I had more than an academic interest in some of what we were studying. I experimented in a few flings, and it made me want to try more, but I have been so driven by finishing school that I didn't want the distraction.

"It had to be fate that two interesting couples came into the café on my shift at the same time I was looking at gaining my freedom from academia."

"Kismet," I said. "But shouldn't you be getting back to work?"

"Look around, Sam. It's 2:20 already. We stopped serving twenty minutes ago. There's a rope across the entrance. You are the last couple in here. Except for counter service, we're closed for an hour-forty until we open again for dinner. I told the other waitress that I would close up for her. My shift ends when you two leave.

"I wanted a chance to talk to you in private without having to contrive some way of doing so."

"Clever girl," Lara said.

I said, "Would you like to join us for the afternoon? I saw some antique shops on the way here, and we love to browse."

"Give me a chance to change, and I'll meet you in the lobby," she replied.

Laura said, "Yeah, I think we're going to change, too. This outfit isn't exactly shopping attire."

"Maybe not, but you are really hot in it!"

It was Lara's turn to blush.

I thought to myself that Lara was still hot enough to attract compliments from someone nearly half her age. When I looked at her, I always saw the girl I married. Sometimes I had to remind myself that it wasn't just me. She really was attractive.

"I'll second that motion," I said, and gave her a kiss.

I signed the check and gave Deb a nice tip.

"See ya' in the lobby in a half hour," Deb said as we parted.

On the way back to our room, I smiled and said, "What the hell just happened?"

"Near as I can tell, we just left a smart, pretty woman half our age that wants to jump your bones, my bones and probably Bill and Beth's bones in order to let out six or seven years of pent-up sexual aggression."

"Yeah. I guess that pretty much sums it up. Just checking."

"On the way to the antique shop, let's stop off at Walgreens again for a minute."

"You mean . . .?"

"Yeah, another pint of lubricant."

Together, we said, "Y' know . . . just in case," and we both laughed.

We got back to the room

As we showered and changed, I thought about the events of the last two days and the events that were about to unfold. I couldn't believe what was going on in our lives. It was surreal. We had walked into a new world where fantasy had become reality.

I think Lara was thinking along the same lines. She walked over to me and gave me a hug, and put her head on my chest.

"A lot has gone on. What we have done and are probably going to do is beyond anything we have ever discussed in our entire marriage. We are doing things we never would have considered a week ago.

"Sam, I know the answer to this question, but I just need to hear you say it. If Beth or Deb wanted to have sex with you when I wasn't around, would you consider it?"

"Honey, unless you are with me, none of this is appealing to me. You know I have never cheated on you, even once, all the time we've been married. I'm not interested in fulfilling any fantasies unless they are OUR fantasies. No, Lara my sweet, I would not have sex with either of them unless you were part of the equation and it was your idea."

"Thank you, Sam. I love you so much, but this is all happening so fast. I just needed a reality check."

"Any time you want, sweetheart. And if you said tomorrow that you never wanted to live out another fantasy, I would stop, too. Instantly, and without question."

"I love you so much."

"Sweetheart, this has to be another case of really bad timing. I love you, too, and I would talk about this more, but it's 3 pm. Deb has been waiting in the lobby for ten minutes now."

"Oh, so you can't wait to fuck her, now? Is that it?" laughed Lara.

"I guess you caught me," I said with mock seriousness, "I can't wait to feel that 25-year-old's tight pussy."

Lara pulled my ear to her mouth and whispered in a really wicked tone, "Me too."

That sent a shiver up my spine, and I would have fucked her right there if we weren't already late.

When we got to the lobby, Deb was chatting with Norm, the bellman who had brought us our bags on the first day.

She was wearing a straw hat with a wide brim and a cotton summer dress with a nautical-theme print and a sailor collar. Her earrings were simple gold disks, and she was wearing a vintage red, white and blue Bakelite necklace with matching bracelet. She had on tan sandals and her legs were bare. Her sunglasses had large lenses, and she looked like she should be standing on the deck of a cruise ship. The ensemble was simple, but elegant.

"Hey, folks. Good to see you again. Deb says you are going antiquing. There's a lot of good shops, but the best deals are at the Antique Co-Op about eight miles up Route 5. Here's a map with all of the antique shops in the area, too.

"Deb says you struck up a conversation at brunch today. Did she say she's going to be leaving us soon?"

"Yes. She said she's graduating soon," Lara said.

Norm said, "Yup. Fancy degree from a fancy school. I guess she's going not planning on being a waitress any longer. Gonna leave us behind. She's been a fixture here for so long, I don't know what we're going to do without her pretty smile to greet and serve the diners."

"You know I'm going to miss this place, too, Norm, you old softy, but there's plenty of coeds available to replace me," she said as she gave him an affectionate kiss.

"Have fun at the shops, Deb," he said. "Remember to dicker over the prices, now."

"Sure thing, Norm," she said playfully over her shoulder with a goodbye wave. "Always do."

With that, we were off to see the sights and shop the shops. Lara and I were in the front seats, and Deb was in the back seat.

While we were driving, Lara said, "Deb, I know what's on everyone's mind, but let's just spend the afternoon getting to know each other. We can talk about sex later. Is that okay?"

"Sure," Deb said. "After I do one thing. I have wanted to do this since you kissed Beth goodbye."

With that, she leaned forward between the front seats. She turned Lara's face towards hers and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. Lara kissed her back, and they held it for fifteen or twenty seconds.

"That was a good as I thought it was going to be," she sighed.

"Yeah," said Lara.

She took Deb's hand and kissed it. Deb sat back on her seat, and we drove to the Antique Co-Op.

I was hoping that Deb was more than a horny coed who had the hots for some kinky weekend sex. She was way more than that, as it turned out.

Lara's interests always included her love for antiques. I learned about them so we could go antiquing together. I knew enough now to help her spot things she likes, but I was far from being an expert.

Deb, on the other hand, grew up around antiques. Her parents were well travelled, and collected antiques from around the world. In addition, they had family pieces going back three or four generations. When she was a young girl, her mother told her about every one. Each one had a story, and she was fascinated when her mother told them to her.

"We got this one in England. It's an argyle. It's like a gravy boat, but there's an inner jacket to hold hot water so the gravy stays warm.

"This fork belonged to your great-great-uncle Sylvester. It only has two tines because most forks only had two until some time later.

"The chandeliers have these cords because they originally were fitted with candles. You used the cord to lower them in order to light them or put them out. After they were electrified, your great grandfather left the cord system intact so that it was easier to clean them."

As we browsed the shop, Lara and Deb discussed the things they found.

"Oh, look at this. It's a sterling tomato server in Fairfax by Gorham"

"No, it was made by Durgin before Gorham bought them."

"You're right! There's the D on the back. How did you know?"

"I don't think they made a server in that style after Gorham bought them."

"The price on this chair is way out of line. It's been repaired."

"What gave it away?"




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"Look at the change in grain right here. See? The wood is a pretty good match, but it's definitely a glued-in repair. And look at the bottom. Machine-made screws. One this old should have hand-made screws."

"Hey, it's not as bad as this one! Look. Phillips-head screws. They were not even invented until the middle of the 20th Century."

The back-and-forth conversation continued like that the whole afternoon. They bought a few things, and I even found a couple of old tools that I added to the purchases.

"Deb, I'm impressed. You are the first person I've known who could keep up with Lara in an antique shop."

"It was fun! We like a lot of the same things, too."

"Where would you like to go for dinner?"

Without hesitation, she said, "Three Tomatoes on Courts St., in Lebanon, NH, just over the border from here. Once you taste their pizza you will be spoiled for any other."

"Sounds good."

Twenty minutes later, we were at the restaurant. We were early enough to get a table right away, and we saw a line form as we ordered and waited for our food.

It was far more than a pizzeria, with a full listing of soups, salads and Italian entrees, but Deb said, "Try the pizza."

We had wonderful salads before the pizza arrived. Deb was right. The pizzas were light and crispy, and the taste was out of this world. Not wanting to drink too much, we ordered wine by the glass, and it was not bad at all.

Over dinner we go to know a little about each other. She was raised just outside of Boston, and her family went back to the 1700s there. She had two brothers and a sister, along with nearly a dozen cousins.

Her father owned a catering business, and her mother was an architect.

She wanted to become a behavioral psychologist since high school.

"I was happy to get into the undergrad and grad programs, but was darn lucky to be accepted into the internship program."

It was a pleasant conversation, and she was charming.

Since we ordered two pizzas to try different styles there was quite a bit left over. We took it to go and then headed back to the resort. We kept the conversation light on the way there, and we continued to tell each other about our backgrounds and family.

When we arrived at our room, Lara and I sat on the bed and Deb sat in one of the easy chairs. It was only two nights past the full moon, and the room was again bathed in moonlight.

Lara said, "Friday was so romantic, Sam. Let's talk in the moonlight."

I got up and turned off the lights, then sat back on the bed. We sat in silence for fifteen or twenty seconds.

Lara broke the ice, "Deb, tell us what you are expecting. What would you like to have happen here tonight?"

"I'm looking for romance. Over the years I have had a number of flings, but never one that seemed romantic. All of the guys I dated pretty much just wanted a friend with benefits. The few girls I slept with had trouble with the concept of a mature relationship, too. I guess none of them wanted to put in the work with a fellow student who was more focused on her coursework than them. I can't really blame them, except for two guys and one girl were so shallow and self centered that they made the rest of them look like devoted lovers.

"In my studies, as I mentioned this afternoon, I learned about just about every kind of relationship and sexual behavior. As I studied them, I found that a number of them appealed to me, even to the point that I wanted to try them. Lesbian sex, role playing, voyeurism. These I found exciting. As I started to realize this, I feared that some really distasteful behaviors might appeal to me. I was very relieved when I found myself actually repulsed by things like necrophilia, S&M, bestiality, pedophilia and coprophilia . . ."

"Copro-what?" I asked.

"Shit eating or the use of shit for sex," answered Lara.

"Number one," I said, "that's way too much information. Number two, how the hell did you know that. I'm sure that even in a law office it doesn't come up that often."

"I handled a divorce case for a woman whose husband started to bring feces to bed. He gave her everything she wanted because if that came out in court his society friends would never have eaten at his oh-so-fancy dinner parties again.

"But back to you, Deb," Lara continued, "Other than the highlighted paragraphs in your psych texts, what else do you like to do? What's your idea of a night on the town?"

"Easy question. I like to put on retro clothes and hit jazz clubs, the theater and movies. I like current movies, but also adore some of the older ones. Casablanca, North by Northwest, movies like that."

"You like vintage clothing?" Lara said with interest.

Deb blushed again and said, "When you came into the restaurant this morning I saw your silk stockings with the seams. I wanted to reach out and caress your legs right then. I adore slinky dresses, vintage slips, hats with veils and gloves that go past the elbow."

"I love her already!" I exclaimed. "I would adopt her right now, but that would make what we're going to do later incest," I continued with a smile.

Deb blushed again.

"I didn't stumble on another 'highlighted paragraph' did I? I didn't mean to get that personal."

Lara said, "From Deb's expression, let's leave that subject for another time. That okay, Deb?"

"Uh, well, yeah. Thanks," she said.

"Let's get back to something lighter. What kind of music do you like?"

"I like a lot of genres. Some current rock, some vintage rock, light classics, jazz -- Thirties and Forties, that is, not the abstract progressive stuff -- and some songs from as far back as the Twenties. Édith Piaf, Lucienne Boyer. Their stuff from the Thirties and Forties really turns me on."

"Parlez-vous français?" asked Lara.

"Oui."

Lara stood up and held out her hand. Deb took it, and Lara pulled her to her feet. She led Deb to the moonlit window and took Deb into her arms.

She began to sing softly. They began to slowly sway as Lara sang "Parlez Moi d'Amour" ("Speak To Me Of Love") by Lucienne Boyer.

"Parlez moi d'amour

Redites-moi des choses tendres. . ."

Deb had her eyes closed, a smile on her face. Lara got to the last line of the chorus,

"Pourvu que toujours

Vous répétiez ces mots suprêmes:

Je vous aime"

Deb whispered something in Lara's ear that made her smile. Then Lara sang the next three stanzas.

Watching the two of them dance in the moonlight with the moonlit mountain behind them was about the sexiest, most romantic thing I could imagine. Deb had just about melted into Lara's arms by then.

"Lara, I didn't know women like you really existed."

They kissed for a moment, and then Lara looked at me.

"Deb, I dearly love that man over there, but he has no idea what I just sang other than it was in 'Midnight in Paris' and a few other movies. When we go to France, I do all the translating. He is limited to 'please' 'thank you' and 'where's the bathroom?' Come over here sweetie."

I walked over to her and the three of us embraced.

"For the benefit of my monolingual hubby, this is the version that a number of people have recorded in English."

She began to sing again.

"Speak to me of love

Tell me those tender things again . . ."

She continued with the song, and when she got to the last line of the chorus,

". . . Repeat these supreme words

I love you"

Deb whispered in her ear, "I love you."

Lara smiled and continued with the song.

As she sang, the three of us swayed to the music. When she was done with the English version, she again sang the French again. As she did so, she took Deb and me tenderly by the chin and turned our faces toward each other. She moved her hands to our backs, and then gently pushed us together until our lips touched.

Deb and I kissed, tenderly at first, and then deeply. We kissed for as long as the song lasted. Deb's lips were soft, and she pressed her breasts into my chest as we kissed. I ran my hands through her hair and pulled her mouth to mine even harder.

Holding and kissing Deb while my wife sang a love song to us was indescribable. I closed my eyes and was transported to a place I had never been. I knew right then that if Deb left right after the song ended, this would still be one of the best nights of my life.

Having Lara sing to our new lover and me made me love and desire Lara more than I had ever known.

I thought, "Lara, you are my wife, my lover, my temptress."

When Lara finished the song, I said, "Lara, that was beautiful."

I gave her a kiss, and I felt Deb's hands caressing our hair.

She said, "Are the two of you always this romantic?"

We turned to her, and Lara said, "Always."

"Lara," I said, "show Deb how romantic you can be. Let's leave the lights off. Show her how soft you can be in the moonlight through the window."

Deb closed her eyes and sighed softly. She was holding Lara now, and I could see that she was in Heaven.

I went back and sat in one of the easy chairs to watch.

The moonlight turned everything almost black-and-white, but Lara looked into the wide round eyes that she knew were soft brown. She drew Deb's mouth to hers again for a short kiss.

"Deb, all you have to do is stand there. Let me make love to you."

"Oh, Lara, yes."

Lara started by caressing Deb's hair, then her face with the backs of her fingers. She moved slowly to her neck and kissed Deb's left ear as she did so.

"Ahhh. Yeah," was Deb's response.

Lara tuned Deb around and pulled her back. Deb rested her head against Lara's collarbone. Lara started at Deb's neck, and then slowly, very slowly worked her hands down almost to her breasts. She bypassed them and ran her hands up and down Deb's sides, eliciting more sighs. Deb's hips were next, and then Lara started to work her way back up.

She made a point of caressing under Deb's breasts for several minutes. She started at the navel, and then ran her hands up and out, tracing the line of the underwire in Deb's bra.

Each time that she did this, Deb had a yearning expression on her face, anticipating that her breasts were about to be fondled. Lara kept this up until she felt Deb's breathing become ragged with anticipation. She stopped torturing the girl and raised her hands to Deb's breasts.

"Oh, God," Deb exclaimed as Lara's fingers held her breasts.

Even though Lara's hands were not large, she was able to cover most of Deb's breasts. She fondled her nipples through the fabric.

Deb started moaning as Lara worked over her breasts. By now I was beyond caring, and had my pants open and was stroking my penis. Lara looked at me and licked her lips.

Lara reached down and pulled up the hem of Deb's skirt. To our mutual pleasure, we saw that Deb had on a sea-foam green mini-length slip with lots of white lace trim. The moonlight was strong enough to show the color slightly. Very retro. Lara caressed Deb under her dress but over the slip.

"Oh," moaned Deb, "that feels delicious. Do my breasts. Please. I want you to touch them so bad!"

Lara slowly unzipped the dress. She didn't let it fall to the floor. She slowly pulled it down, caressing Deb through the silky slip as it traveled downward. When it passed Deb's hips, Lara let it fall.

Deb kicked off her sandals, and that lowered her about an inch. Lara slowly started at Deb's waist and worked her hands up to her breasts. As she caressed them, Deb began to moan again. Lara rubbed, cupped and caressed those breasts for at least five minutes. Deb was trembling now.

Lara bent a little and reached up under the slip. She took Deb's panties by the waist and started to pull them down.

"Yessss. Oh Lara. Oh Lara. Oh Lara," was all Deb could get out.

When the panties passed the slip, I could tell that they were high-waist, ruffled blue ones. Again, very retro. Lara stopped for a second to admire them with a smile, and then worked them down Deb's legs.

She took her time doing so. Her fingers caressed, traced and massaged those trim thighs and calves, and she gave Deb's ankles and feet a caress before having Deb step out of them.

Lara's face was now at hip level, and she pressed her face into the slip and inhaled. When she did this, Deb shuddered and almost fell onto Lara.

Lara took her by the hand and led her to the bed. Instead of pushing her onto the bed, Lara sat down first and then held out her hand for Deb to take. Deb took the hand, and Lara slowly pulled Deb to her, lying back as she did so. Deb was now lying on top of Lara!

Lara embraced her, and they kissed again while Lara ran her hands over the slip. She then had Deb kneel on the bed, and Lara knelt in front of her. Lara pulled the straps of the slip off her shoulders, letting them drop. She then peeled the slip down to Deb's waist. As she did so, Deb covered her bra with her hands.

"Modest now?" questioned Lara.

Deb looked embarrassed and said, "They're small."

Lara took Deb's hands away from her bra.

"Look at me, Deb."

Deb looked into Lara's eyes.

"An apricot may be smaller than a peach, but that does not mean it is not just as sweet or desirable."

With that, she reached over and caressed Deb's breasts through her bra. The bra was about the same color as her panties. It had underwire that pushed her up enough that she had reasonable, very enticing cleavage. I thought now that they were not much bigger than A-cup. The engineering that went into that bra was amazing, though, and those breasts were high and sexy in it.

Lara kissed the tops of Deb's breasts, and said, "Every bit as sweet. I want to see if everything about them is this sweet."

With that, she reached around and unhooked the bra. She moved the straps off Deb's shoulders and let the bra fall away. Deb's breasts were teardrop shaped without the bra, and they were beautiful! In the moonlight, I could see her tan line, and the white against tan was stark in the light. Deb's areolas were just below the tan line. They were almost puffy, but with more defined nipples. Deb started instinctively to reach up to cover her breasts again, but Lara was quicker. Her mouth was now on Deb's left nipple.

"Oh, yes, Lara. I have been dreaming all afternoon about this. Bite it. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. . . . Now the other one. Oh, god, yessss. Yesss."

She moaned over and over as Lara attended to every inch of her breasts. Finally she couldn't take any more.

"Lara, please, please, take me now. I want to feel your fingers, your tongue, your breath. Please. Now."

Lara gently laid Deb back on the bed. She very slowly worked the hem of the slip up to Deb's waist. Deb was trimmed so that her pubic hair was a triangle that ended at her labia. Her tan line showed that she had probably trimmed it just enough to stay hidden under a small bikini bottom.

Lara sat and admired the sight before her. Deb's relative youth was evident. Her skin was smooth and tight. There were no wrinkles on her stomach or thighs. The tan lines almost glowed in the moonlight.

Lara put her hands between Deb's legs and pulled them apart. Deb moved them farther apart and raised her knees slightly. She was watching Lara with intensity now.

Lara started on Deb's thighs. The first contact of her tongue on Deb's skin resulted in a sharp gasp. Lara moved up the thighs, moving from one leg to the other slowly. When she was close, she blew on Deb's labia, and followed this with a soft caress.

"T-t-t-touch them. Please. I can't stand it."

Lara touched the lips and pushed her finger inside. When she pulled her finger out, it was wet enough that I could see it in the moonlight. Deb was no longer speaking by this time. She was gasping and moaning.

Lara put her fingers back inside Deb. First one, then two. I could see her lips getting closer to Deb's labia. Finally, she licked them.

Deb cried out, "Oh Yes!"

She tongued Deb's pussy for several minutes, both licking and sticking her tongue inside.

Lara's tongue moved to Deb's clit. Deb's legs spread farther reflexively.

"Ahhh. Ahhh. Ahhh."

Lara began to alternatively lick and suck. Deb's cries became louder and longer. She began to tense up, and her tone changed.

"Ahhhh, AHHHHH! OH, UNNGGGG!"

And with that, she came. So did I. In spades!!!

Lara sucked as long as Deb was having contractions, but stopped before she felt it would be painful. She moved up to lie next to the spent girl, reaching out to hold her.

Deb grabbed Lara and hugged her. She buried her face on Lara's blouse and started to cry. Lara held her tighter.

"It's okay, sweetheart. It's okay. Let it out. Was that romantic enough for you?"

Deb stopped sobbing after a minute or so.

"Romantic enough? Lovers in my dreams were not that romantic. I have dreamed about this since I was eighteen, and no one has been able to fulfill that dream until you. Someone to sing to me of love, and then make slow, passionate, gentle love was beyond anything I imagined.

"I can't believe I am only the second woman you have been with!"

"Yes," I interjected.

Deb looked at me as if she had forgotten I was in the room.

"But we have talked about what you just experienced hundreds of times. It has been only a couple of days since Lara decided to put actions to our words, but she is the most amazing woman when she puts desires into practice."

I told her about the time she decided to go bungee jumping with me. I was a wreck, but she blasted into it with gusto after she made up her mind to have the most fun she could.

"She did the same leap with Beth the other day, and you just got the romance leap. God was that erotic!"

Deb looked at Lara and said, "I promised I wouldn't say anything impulsive, so I'm just going to say that I could fall in love with someone like you."

She looked at me and said tentatively, "Is he that good, too?"

Lara got close to Deb's ear.

I heard her whisper, "Better."

Deb shuddered again and gasped.

"Everything I just did to you is what he does to me. I never made love to a woman before this week. Where do you think I learned to make love to you like that?" Lara continued. "That was all Sam."

"Do you two really have to leave tomorrow?"

"Actually, no. We have the week off and were planning to drive toward Lake Champlain tomorrow and stop wherever we felt like it. There's always some place that has a vacancy. But we don't have to go if this place still has room."

"Oh, yeah. Midweek this time of year there's plenty of room. When the weather warms up in a couple of weeks we'll be fairly well booked with weeklong guests, but right now it's mostly weekenders."

Hopefully, she said, "Want me to check?"

Lara nodded, and I said, "Sure. I would like that."

A minute ago, Deb was in my wife's arms, spent. Now she jumped up and was excitedly reaching for the phone to call the front desk. Oh, to be twenty-four again.

Looking at Lara, she asked, "How many more nights?"

I was behind Deb now.

I held up three fingers, and Lara said, "Oh, I don't know. How about three?" as I grinned.

A minute later, Deb said, "Three nights it is. And this room is available. And you're getting it at the employee rate. And they're going to comp you a breakfast each day. And . . ."

I said, slow down, Deb. Slow down. Thank you for getting all that for us. I know you're excited, but take a breath."

Deb realized that she had been running on like a teenager with concert tickets.

"Sorry. I guess I am excited. It's not every day your fantasies come true."

Lara said, "I beg to differ. Right in this room there have been . . ."

She counted on her fingers.

". . . five, no six fantasies that came true. Seven including yours."

"Seven? No way!"

"Sure. Seven. There was actual voyeurism, a woman licking me, full two-way lesbian sex, a three-way, anal, and role-play D/s. No, wait! There was that thing with the slip. That's eight, and yours makes nine."




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I chimed in, "Yup, right here in this very room. And we left out the smaller stuff. What do you call that at the firm, honey?"

"You mean 'lesser included' I think."

"Yeah, that. With the lesser included fantasies, there were probably a couple of dozen. This has been a busy weekend."

Lara said, "Sam, a lot of our fantasies have been about a tight, young hottie with perky breasts, a fantastic figure and a beautiful face doing you, me or both. I think we have to make it ten major fantasies."

"Tight, young hottie with perky breasts, a fantastic figure and a beautiful face, eh? I'm flattered, I think."

We all laughed.

"Deb, you are all of that. In our fantasy, we never talked about much more than the sex. If we had, I would have added, 'with a brilliant mind, great personality and into most of the things we are into.' Then you would have fulfilled it to a T."

I know Deb blushed when I said this because of her posture change. She thought about it for a minute, and walked over to me. She gave me a kiss and turned to Lara.

"We kind of left Sam out. Do you want me to do him while you watch, or do you want to do him with me?

Lara said, "I think I want to watch for a minute or two. I want to see if he can keep up with you. What do you have in mind?"

Deb actually had something simple in mind. She had correctly observed that I had been lusting after her pussy, and that watching her and Lara was foreplay enough.

Without a word, Deb's hand was in my pants. It was surprising, electric and erotic all at the same time. She rubbed on my penis for a while, and then started undressing me.

She was wearing nothing except for the slip that was still around her waist. Having her undress me while Lara watched was an odd sensation.

She took off my shirt and kissed all over my chest. She sucked on my nipples and rubbed on my back. It felt so good.

Then she told me to take off my loafers and she pushed me down onto the easy chair. She undid my belt and pulled my pants and socks off when I raised my hips. Next, she reached up for the waistband of my boxers. Instead of pulling them down, she rolled the top down, licking my stomach down to my pubic hair.

I'm a little ticklish there, but it felt so good that I let her continue, though I can't say I didn't squirm a bit.

My dick was hard again by then, and she slid the shorts over it and off. She started licking my legs, slowly working her way up to my thighs. She was kissing me there when she started to fondle my balls.

I felt her hand work its way up to my penis, and she started to stroke it.

I started to reach out to her, and she said, "Just sit there. I feel like doing the work."

She moved up to kiss me with those soft lips, and then she said, "Hold on."

She got up and turned around. She grabbed my penis from behind, and slowly sat on my penis, reverse cowgirl style.

"Ahhhh," I gasped as my penis entered her. She was tight, indeed! Lara was not loose or sloppy, but she was definitely not as tight anymore as when we first were married. Still, she was every bit as tight as Beth, who was a decade or more her junior. Deb, though . . . Deb was tight!

I looked over at Lara. She was smiling. She held up two fingers on one hand and all five on the other.

"Right," I thought. "25."

Then she made an "OK" sign with thumb and forefinger of one hand while she stuck two fingers through with the other hand. She mouthed the word "tight!"

I was glad that Deb was riding me with her face toward the ceiling and her eyes closed by now. I could feel her finger on her clit as she rode me, and I could tell she was getting hotter. Thinking about my wife's fingers where I had my dick now was too much. I came into her for twenty seconds or more. As I did, I felt her fingers rubbing faster and faster. She arched her back and screamed.

"Oh, yeahhhh. Ahhhh!"

She sat there for a minute, panting. When she started to get up, Lara held up her hand to stop her.

"Stay there for a minute, Deb, and see if you like this."

Still fully clothed, she walked over to us and sat on the floor between our legs, facing away from us.

She leaned her head back, and said, "Deb, slide off his dick and over me."

"Oh, god," Deb said. "This wasn't highlighted in my books because I don't think it is even in the books!"

As she slid forward, I had an ass-end view of Lara sucking my cum out of another woman for the second time that weekend!

Beth seemed to be enjoying the sensation as Lara licked. After Lara was finished, she got up and looked at Deb. Deb licked Lara's lips, and they kissed until they decided to swallow.

Deb said, "Wow. I never in a million years would have thought of that. Lara you were better than a box of Kleenex, and a lot sexier, too. I've read about a -- a . . . what was it called? . . . Oh, yeah, a 'creampie,' but never a reverse dismount from a seated position to a supine, semi-recumbent recipient. The difficulty factor for that in competition must be at least a five."

We all laughed.

"Sam's cum tasted different than any I have tasted before, though, not that I have tasted that many."

Lara said, "That's because it was mixed with your own pussy juice," after which she made an evil face and said, "Ooooooo."

Deb and I laughed again.

Lara took Deb by the hand and led her to the bathroom. Deb had a tentative expression on her face until Lara explained it.

"Rule number one. Sam does not want to taste cum. Mouthwash," she said, pointing to the bathroom.

"Ah. Okay" and they went in.

When they came out a few minutes later, Lara's clothes looked a little disheveled. Her blouse was open a few buttons and the top button of her shorts was undone.

Deb was licking her finger.

"Ladies?" I queried.

Lara was actually a bit flushed. Deb led her to the bed and pushed her down. Deb looked at me.

She simply said, "Her turn. Up for it yet? She's all warmed up."

"Let me watch you undress her first," I said.

Deb stroked Lara's hair and said, "May I, Chéri?"

"Oui. Doucement."

That much I understood.

Lara lay still while Deb slowly, gently undid each button of her blouse, kissing the skin exposed with each. Lara's eyes were closed, and she smiled or moaned with each kiss.

At the last button, Deb pulled the blouse open. Lara was wearing an everyday soft cup bra, white with a little bow at the front. Deb toyed with the bow. I could see that Lara was holding her breath in anticipation of the first touch on her breasts. Deb slowly traced the right cup of the bra, and then settled her palm over the cup.

"Ahhh. Yes!" moaned Lara as she let out her breath.

Deb softly massaged each breast in turn. Lara's nipples were hard, and Deb played with them through the satin fabric, raising more soft moans from Lara.

Deb sat her up and removed her blouse. Kissing Lara's neck, she unhooked her bra and let the straps slide off her shoulders.

"Oh, Lara! Your breasts are so beautiful," Deb whispered in Lara's ear.

Her hands were exploring each, savoring the texture of the skin, the change at the areolas and the nipples. She looked intently at what she was doing, as if she had never seen skin before and had discovered a new wonder.

She lowered Lara back to the bed, and murmured something in her ear that I could not hear. Lara closed her eyes again and smiled.

It reminded me of all the times I had whispered, "Close your eyes and hold out your hands," before giving her a present.

Deb moved to Lara's shorts. The button was already undone, and Deb pulled the zipper down slowly. She tugged at the waist, and Lara lifted her hips. Her shorts and panties were removed in one slow stroke. She knelt next to Lara and admired my wife's naked form.

"A woman is so much more sensual than a girl," she said.

"Mmmm," murmured Lara as she idly fondled the silky slip Deb still had around her waist.

"The orange is peeled, Sam. Which half would you like to devour?"

"I'll take the top half. You take south of the belly button."

She gave me a mock salute, and said, "Okay, Skipper. Welcome aboard," as then motioned towards Lara as if inviting me onto a craft.

I moved to sit next to Lara. I brushed her hair with my fingers and traced her forehead. I kissed her lightly.

"Happy, sweetheart?"

"Mmmmmm," she smiled.

I started with her hands, and massaged each one, having taken some massage oil out of the suitcase while Deb was undressing Lara. I had warmed it by holding it under an armpit during the lengthy "orange-peeling" session I had just watched.

Lara and I both love hand massages. Lara smiled and gave little moans while I massaged them.

Deb watched what I was doing, and followed my lead. She motioned for some oil, and I poured a little onto her palm. She then started giving Lara a foot massage.

"Oh," she exclaimed, "cold little tootsies."

Lara often had cold toes, and we joked about it. If I said something in bed that required revenge on her part, she would run her feet up my legs.

Deb worked the oil into Lara's left foot, and began to sing "Popsicle Toes" by Michael Franks. It was pretty funny, but it was pretty sexy, too.

Lara had never had a hand-foot simultaneous massage, and she was enjoying it immensely. She was full of "ohs" and "ahs" as we moved from finger to finger, toe to toe, hand to hand and foot to foot.

We spent more than ten minutes on the extremity massages, and then started working on her arms and legs. I did one arm at a time, and Deb worked on both legs together. We watched each other, and inched our way towards her torso together. I reached her shoulders as Deb reached her hips.

We lingered there for a bit, massaging, caressing and applying more oil as needed. I nodded to Deb, and she gently spread Lara's legs. Lara was fairly limp by now, and she had a peaceful expression on her face. Her eyes were half closed, and she was watching us as if we were in a dream.

I reached down and cupped her breasts at the same time that Deb touched her labia. Her neck arched as her head went back.

"O, yesss. Ahhh, feels good."

I played with her breasts and nipples, applying oil several times. Deb was now running her fingers inside Lara's slit. Lara moved her hips slightly to make better contact, and Deb pushed two fingers inside.

"Ahhhh!" Lara gasped.

Deb took a finger from her other hand and started rubbing Lara's clit.

"Ayyyye," was Lara's response.

She continued to make sounds of pleasure as Deb and I worked her erogenous zones. When Deb moved her head close enough that Lara could feel Deb's breath on her pussy, I moved to put my mouth on her right nipple.

The first touch of my tongue on the nipple was simultaneous with Deb's tongue touching Lara's clit.

"Oh, god!" screamed Lara.

We went to work in earnest now. I was sucking one vanilla-oil-flavored nipple, then the other, and Deb had her face planted solidly on Lara's pussy.

Lara bucked, screamed and arched her back as she came. She grabbed handfuls of the bedspread and tensed her entire body. She shuddered as she came in waves, and then sank back onto the bed, spent.

Deb and I stopped our play, and lay on either side of her. We kissed her and caressed her lightly. Even though the room was warm, she was shivering a bit. We rearranged ourselves under the covers.

We lay there quietly, and then I asked Deb what they had been doing in the bathroom that got Lara so hot.

"I told her about a fantasy of mine. I told her that I wanted the three of us to dress up in vintage clothing. You would wear a white dinner jacket. Each of us would wear silky gowns with slits up the side. We would have silk slips with matching slits, and no panties. Just garter belts and silk stockings. We would go to a jazz club and sit in a dark corner table. Each of us would dance with you.

"After dancing, she and I would sit together while we felt the lines of each others' dress. Then we would slide our hands up the slits in the dress and slip and rub each other's pussy while you watched. When we made each other cum, we would lick each other's fingers, then take you home and fuck your brains out.

"As I told her, I gave her a cursory demonstration."

I looked at Lara incredulously. She looked back at me.

Together we said, "Menu C!"

I added, "Yeah, about three weeks ago. God, how did she know?"

Deb asked what the hell Menu C was.

"Deb, we have a shorthand system for sex," I explained. "Menu A has clothing and toys. Menu B has different physical sex combinations. Menu C has all the fantasies we have told each other over the years. It's a long list."

Lara said, "About a month ago, we were watching an old movie with couples in sexy satin gowns dancing at a supper club. We made up a fantasy that exactly matches what you told me in the bathroom, except it was just the two of us with him fingering me, with a couple watching us and getting hot. When you started fingering me and touching my breast, I almost fainted."

"Honey," I said, "we should go buy a Lotto ticket, we're so lucky. We have hit the jackpot twice in one weekend!"

Deb said, "I love you two, but it's getting late and I have to be at a meeting with my program advisor early tomorrow. I have to do some writing after that, but I'll be done by four. How about dinner here and then some time at the lounge? We can listen to some jazz. My treat."

"What about not wanting your co-workers serving you" Lara asked.

"Well, today we just met. I thought we might hit it off, but I wasn't sure. I didn't want to make a big thing of going to dinner with you here in front of my friends if it didn't work out. I think it's safe to say that's no longer a worry."

"You don't mind letting your friends know you're having an affair with hotel guests?"

"You two are the first for me, here, but lots of employees here give a new meaning to 'guest relations.' You forget that this place caters to swingers. No one minds, and my friends sometimes swap stories about particularly juicy couplings.

"We're like a family here. Remember Norm?"

"Yeah, what about him?" I asked.

"Well, I asked him about you. He said the two of you seemed really nice, and his opinion was that the two of you were in love and were on the level. When I told him I wanted to see you socially, he thought it would be all right. He was surprised, as this is the first time he knew I was interested in resort guests in all the time I have been here.

"I agreed that the two of you were in love. I didn't tell him about Bill and Beth, though. Maybe later, but I thought that might be too much information now.

"A lot of my friends rely on Norm's opinion. He gets to meet a lot of people when they check in, and he's a really good judge of character. He's steered a few away from guests he thought might be trouble. We all like him like an uncle. I'm really going to miss him."

I said, "I'm glad he approved of us. Missing the opportunity to get to know you would have been a loss on our part."

"That's sweet. I think so too."

She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me. Lara hugged her from behind.

I started to run my hands over her again, playing with the slip she still wore around her waist.

"Jazz club tonight, eh?" I said. "Lara brought a nice dress and some silk stockings. Maybe you could wear something silky, too. I remember some tables in dark corners . . ."

Lara stuck her head up over Deb's shoulder.

"Oh, Sam, you wicked, wicked man! You're trying to corrupt this sweet young thing."

Deb turned her head down, and then looked up at me as innocently as she could with my hand still on her silk-covered ass.

"Oh, please sir, not that!"

I leered at her with my best leer and said, "Yes, that!"

"No, no, not that!"

"Yes, yes, THAT!"

"Oh, okay that!" she said, placing a hand on my cock and giving it a squeeze.

We all laughed and hugged.

Deb got up and pulled her slip all the way up again. She quickly got her dress on, and put her sandals back on her feet.

She threw her bra, panties and jewelry into her purse.

She turned to us and lifted her dress and slip up just enough to show there were no panties.

"Here's to a quiet evening listening to soft jazz," she said. "See you at six for dinner. I'll make the reservations."

She leaned over and quickly kissed us.

"Sorry I have to go to bed early. School night."

She was gone in a flash. Lara and I looked at each other.

"God, she was fantastic!" she said. "Way, way better than Lake Champlain!"

"Incredible," I said. "But 'gotta go to bead early, school night?' I feel like I just fucked the daughter we never had."

"Now that's a fantasy we haven't done. Maybe we can do it with her. Have to be careful, though. When incest came up this afternoon she shied away from the subject. The loving way she spoke of her parents makes me think that's not it. There's something, though, and we should respect her feelings."

"Sounds right. Glad you remembered that."

"I'm exhausted."

"I'm hungry," I said, getting up to grab the takeout box and some sodas from the mini bar.

We turned on the TV and sat in bed eating pizza and cuddling as we watched "As Good As It Gets."

We fell asleep in each others' arms. As we drifted off, Lara turned her head toward me.

"I wish it was six o'clock already . . ."

Author's notes:

Why three esses at the end of PanesOfGlasss? One of my favorite sounds when responding to a touch or caress is "yesss." It is a word and a sigh all in one.

Why PanesOfGlasss? The world is our window, and we see our lovers differently through the light of each pane. Each moment brings hope of a new view.

I don't speak French, myself, but that does not prevent me from recognizing and appreciating the beauty of a song in another language or hearing a few words I do know.

I added the French sections because, like Gomez Addams of The Addams Family when Morticia spoke French, the sounds of my wife whispering the words I do understand drove me wild!

"Parlez-moi d'amour" was written in 1930 by Jean Lenoir and first recorded by Lucienne Boyer. It has appeared in movies such as "The Imposters" and "Midnight in Paris." In the latter, it is heard in a 1920s sequence, several years before it was written, but what the heck, the movie is about time travel. It kind of fits.

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Moonlight Window Ch. 03



Chapter 3: Jazz, Fingers & Confessions, and on a school night, too!

Lara and I woke the next morning with two slices of pizza left in the box on the bed. My hand was on the margherita slice. We had gone to sleep over pizza and old movies.

I lifted my hand, and there was sauce and a basil leaf on my fingers.

"What the hell, I can't let sauce this good go to waste," I thought to myself as I licked the sauce off.

We had gone to Three Tomatoes in Lebanon, NH, the night before at our new friend Deb's suggestion. It was good. Very good. As I licked the sauce off my fingers I remembered just how good it was. I looked at Lara and had an idea.

"Sweetie, are you awake?"

"I am now, honey. What time is it?"

"Time for you to get up and use the bathroom before we peruse the Menu."

The "Menu" is our shorthand for sex play. Column A is clothes and toys. Column B is sexual positions. Column C is fantasies.

"Oooo. What's on the Menu?"

"Column A: me in underwear, you in a towel with nothing underneath and a new surprise. Column B: me licking you with you supine. Column C: 'the delivery boy.'"

"Me supine and you licking. I like you doing all the work. Too early for a workout for me. "What's the surprise?"

"You'll see. You first in the bathroom, then my turn. Don't forget the towel."

Lara gave me a kiss and scampered off to the bathroom.

She came out in a few minutes, wrapped in a towel.

"Sit at the table," I said.

She sat at the table and I went into the bathroom with the pizza box at my side. After using the toilet and brushing my teeth, I went to the bathroom door. I knocked.

"Who's there," called Lara.

"Delivery for a Miss Lara," I answered.

"Come in."

I entered the bedroom.

"Pizza for Miss Lara. That will be fifteen-ninety-five please."

Lara checked the towel for "pockets," but there were none.

"Oh, dear. I seem to have forgotten to bring any cash."

"I can take a credit card."

She patted the towel again.

"I don't seem to have a credit card with me. Is there anything you see here that I could trade for the pizza?"

"Well ma'am, I'd trade the pizza for a look at your titties."

"Oh, how forward of you! What makes you think that a married woman like me would show you my breasts just for a pizza?"

I pulled gown my undershorts and said, "'Cause I'm gonna throw in a sausage topping for free, ma'am."

"Oh, I love sausage! All right, you have a deal."

With that, she stood up and let the towel drop to the floor.

She said, "You seem to know your pizza. How would you suggest serving it?"

"Hot," I said.

Lara was stifling a laugh by now, and I was having a hard time keeping a straight face, too.

"And how would you heat it?"

"Lie down on that there bed, ma'am, and I'll tell you."

She lay on the bed, and I stood at the foot of the bed.

"First, we gotta get that oven hot. Spread your legs and apply a little friction to it."

Lara's fingers started to massage her labia while I stroked my penis. She loved watching me get turned on when she did that. It was her favorite fantasy. She looked at my cock getting hard, and she let out a little moan.

"Yesss. Watch my fingers. Watch me play with my pussy. Ohh. Yeah."

After a few minutes, I could tell that she was really hot.

"Ma'am, I think the ovens about 350. Time to warm the pizza."

I took out the margherita slice and touched it to her thighs.

"Ooo, a little cold."

"Just wait. I'll warm it up."

"I tip big for good service like that."

"Great, I gotta tip that you can service."

She laughed and put her hand over her mouth.

When I had gotten about all of the sauce off the margherita slice, making sure not to get any acidic tomato sauce on her labia or clit, I used the prosciutto slice to flavor her breasts. There were three pieces of prosciutto, and I carefully laid one on each nipple and one on her pussy.

"Ma'am . . ."

"You can call me 'Miss Lara.'"

"Uh, OK, Miss Lara, look at what I've done. I've gone and made a mess here. Give me a minute and I'll clean it off."

"You damn well better take more than a minute!"

"Oh, don't worry, Miss Lara, I'm gonna be real thorough."

"Spotless. I want the serving table spotless."

"Yes, ma'am . . . I mean yes Miss Lara."

I started with her left breast. I started licking the sauce off her skin just under the breast. I licked all around it, and then worked my way to her nipple. I bit the prosciutto piece off the nipple and sucked it clean.

"Mmmmm," she whispered. "Does it taste good?"

"Oh, yeah. I think I need seconds."

I moved to the right breast, and sucked one spot at a time instead of licking. I did the same thing with the prosciutto piece.

"Oh. Yesss. Bite it. Bite it. Oh, yeah . . . Ahhh."

When I finished the top part of the meal, I licked slowly down to her pubic hair. I buried my face in it and inhaled her aroma mixed with the smell of the sauce. It was heavenly.

I moved to her thighs and spread her legs wide. I started to lick my way from mid-thigh, alternating from left leg to right. I cleaned every bit of sauce I could from those soft legs. When I got to the labia, all the sauce was gone, but the prosciutto piece was beckoning.

With my lips, I worked the morsel around her labia. I pushed it in a little with my tongue, and then sucked it out and ate it, raising my head a little so she could watch.

I then went back to licking her labia, probing a little with my tongue. By this time, Lara was not saying anything, but just making sounds. She moaned and sighed.

"Ahhh . . . Oh! . . . OH, OH, Ahhh . . . Mmmmm."

I moved my tongue to her clit now. The first touch made her gasp.

"Uh! . . . Ohhh!"

I inserted two fingers into her pussy and continued to lick her clit. With my other hand, I reached around and played with her anus, but did not stick my finger in, as it was dry. I was sorry I had eaten all of the sauce off her, as that would have made an interesting lubricant.

She started moving her hips into me, pressing her pelvis against my face. I could feel her tense up, and I knew she was going to cum.

"UHHH . . . NGGGGGHH . . . OH YESSS!"

I could feel her pussy pulse for a while, and then she lay still.

I moved up next to her and asked, "Was the pizza OK, Miss Lara?"

"Oooo. Yeah . . . Give me a sec. I'll get your tip."

I held her for a while, and she relaxed in my arms. After a few minutes of cuddling, she kissed me.

"Ready for your tip, boy?"

"Oh yes, Miss Lara."

I was getting a little soft, so she stroked me for a minute. When the results were what she wanted, she got on top of me.

She didn't play fair.

"Tonight I'm going to strip Deb. I'm going to take her dress off slowly, and then I'm going to caress her body while you watch. I'm going to kneel in front of her and lift her slip. She won't be wearing panties, and I'm going to stick my tongue in her slit and lick her clit. While you watch. I'll put a finger up inside her and then have her lick it clean. I'll start kissing her while I caress those small tittes through the soft lace of her slip. Then I'm going to . . ."

That was it for me. She had me at caressing the tits through the slip. That was one of our fetishes, and It made me cum hard.

"Oh, Unghhhh. Yesss!"

Lara slowly raised herself off my dick and kissed me.

"Wow. Pizza. Why hadn't we thought of that before! That was fantastic!"

She picked up a slice. It had almost no sauce on it, but she tore off a piece. She tilted her head up and opened her mouth. Slowly, she lowered the piece into her mouth, closing her lips around the fingers holding it. She sucked the fingers as they came out, then lowered her head and gave me a deep French/pizza kiss. I loved it!

She said, "That was a great snack. I loved the 'delivery boy' when you delivered those soft, sensual roses, and the personal lubricant delivery with the vanilla flavor was pretty good, but this was wild!"

"I thought you might like it," I replied.

We lay there for a little while and then took a shower. I found a couple of spots of sauce that I missed, and took pains to lick them clean as the rain head of the shower warmed and soothed us.

We got dressed and went to the café. The young woman at the cash register took a good look at us.

"You must be Sam and Lara," she said. Deb said you would be here. "Your breakfast is on the house."

"How did you know it was us?" asked Lara, blushing a little.

"She described you pretty well, but the key was that she said you would be holding hands and looking like newlyweds. Bingo!"

The three of us laughed.

"Deb's never told us about any other guests. That makes you pretty special."

She looked serious as she said, "Deb says you two are the real deal. Norm thinks you are okay, too. I'm Kate. She's one of my best friends here. I love her. Promise me that she's right about the two of you."

"Wow," Lara said. "You really do look out for each other here!"

She held out her hand, and Kate shook it.

Lara said, "I really mean this when I say that Deb is a heartbreakingly wonderful woman. Sam and I think the world of her, and we will never hurt her."

Kate said, "That's good to hear. Her friends here were worried about her since this is her first time with a resort guest, and we all agreed that I would talk to you on behalf of the staff. It's going to make everyone very happy that she found a real relationship.

"I'll tell the others, so you don't have to go through this with all of us."

She gave each of us a little hug, and then said, "On behalf of the resort, welcome to the family. Please don't tell Deb that I talked to you about this. It would kind of be like parents talking to their daughter's boyfriend. She might be embarrassed."

Kate was younger than Deb. I thought about what she had just said. She was playing the mother of someone older than her, and questioning the motives of Deb's "boyfriend and girlfriend' who were nearly twice her age. Interesting "family."

The breakfast was excellent, as it had been for the whole weekend. Over breakfast, we talked about what we wanted to do during the day.

"I'd like a morning hike," I said. "Maybe a couple of hours."

"Sounds delightful. How about the southern part of the mountain?

"Great. What do you want to do after that?"

"Remember the Antique Co-Op?"

"Sweetie, we were there just yesterday. I thought we covered it pretty well."

"Deb said we're going to the lounge for some jazz after dinner, remember?"

"How could I forget? Thinking about is giving me a hard-on."

"I brought some nice dresses, but nothing slinky and vintage enough for a jazz club."

"So?"

"You apparently didn't notice that one of the dealers at the Co-Op has a booth that specializes in vintage clothing."

I pulled out my Resort Card and held it up as our server passed by.

"Check please!"

Lara laughed.

After breakfast, we put on shorts, T-shirts and tennis shoes. We left through the patio door to our room and started our hike on the trail that passed by it. We walked slowly, enjoying the sun and the blooming shrubs and flowers.

As we walked, we talked about Deb.

"Honey," Lara said, "I'm still a little worried about what Deb's reaction was last night when the word 'incest' was mentioned. I don't really care what it was she experienced, I just want to avoid going somewhere she doesn't want to go."

"Me, too. Let's just ask about subjects and boundaries. I'll bring up that we're not into S&M, for instance, and you can say that you don't want to be with another man. We can ask her if there are subjects that she doesn't want to delve into."

"Yeah, maybe that will work. Let's play it by ear and see how it comes out. It would kill me to lose her."

"No kidding. And the way the resort 'family' slicks together, there might be two shallow graves here on the trail if we do anything to hurt her."

"That, too," Lara said with mock seriousness.

The rest of the walk was magnificent. The trail was privately owned by the three resorts it connected, and it was well-groomed. There were occasional benches, and there was even an attendant at the junction of the four major trails who had a cooler of cold water for guests who showed their Resort Card.

There were even a few secluded areas with benches that Lara and I agreed would be good fodder for Column C.

"Think about sitting on that bench and making out at sunset. As twilight approaches another couple comes along and sits on the other bench. They notice us and start to get aroused. Every time we make a move, they follow along until you have my shirt off and are massaging my pussy . . . "

"I get it. I get it. If you continue, I'm going to have to bend you over that bench right now and fuck your brains out. As it is, I'm going to have to sit for a while until my hard-on goes away."

She flashed me her best evil smile and said, "Just seeing if I still had it in me."

"Keep it up, young lady, and you'll have this in you!" I said as I pointed to my erection and sat down.

She sat down next to me and gave me a kiss.

We finished our hike and had a shower.

"Let's go the Harpoon Brewery in Windsor," I said.

"Everyone says they have really good food there, and we can take a tour."

"Then to the Co-Op."

"Yes. Then to the Co-Op."

The Harpoon Brewery had food every bit as good as our friends had said. I had the New England Classic roast beef, and Lara had the Brewery BLT. Lara was pleased to see she could substitute sweet potato fries, and she enjoyed them immensely.

Unfortunately, the tours were only given on Friday, Saturday and Sunday, so we left that pleasure for our next trip to the area. I bought a couple of T-shirts for a couple of my employees who were Harpoon fanatics.

Then we were off to the Co-Op.

The Co-Op was a huge antique store with seventy or more dealers who rented individual booths. One of them specialized in vintage clothing, from the 1800s to the Fifties. The racks and shelves took up four booth spaces, and the selection was quite good. There was one entire rack of evening wear.

There were five gowns in Lara's size that filled the bill, and she tried them on. She came out of the tiny dressing room wearing an emerald green dress that had a slightly Asian design. It had a mandarin collar and a slit along the side from the floor to just below the hip.

Instead of a zipper or buttons, the dress had a diagonal row of silk frogs and loops. The bodice was embellished with Jacquard embroidery. The sleeves were very short, with an angular opening.

Lara was stunning in it! She found a pair of long gloves in ivory satin that went to just above the elbow.

I found a white dinner jacket that was just a little too big, but it would do. There weren't any dark pants that fit, though.

We decided to buy the dress, jacket and gloves, and went looking for accessories. I spotted a dealer who specialized in Bakelite jewelry. I remembered that Deb had been wearing Bakelite the day before.

"Look at this, Hon," "The red beads and the red dangly earrings would look great against that green."

"Oh, Bakelite. Beautiful stuff. Let me hold it against the dress. Oh, yeah, good find."

"Why don't you pick out a piece for Deb, Honey? She was wearing Bakelite yesterday, so she probably likes it."

"That's my thoughtful little hubby," she said, giving me a peck on the cheek.

She picked out a nice necklace with a matching bracelet.

On the way to the checkout counter, Lara found the perfect hat. It was not much more than a swish of rigid, pleated black fabric with a veil. It sat across Lara's hair toward the front, and the veil came two-thirds of the way down her face.

"Perfect!" I said as she looked at it in the little mirror in the booth.

The prices on all of the pieces of Bakelite were high for Vermont, but back home they would have been twice that, so I didn't mind paying the asking price.

Lara, on the other hand, was a master at antique shopping. She not only got 10% off the dress and jacket, but 20% off the jewelry because she bought four pieces. Because it was a co-op, dealers took shifts working the store, and we were lucky that the owner of the jewelry booth was working that day.

Lara put her lawyer-negotiator skills to work.

"I can't decide whether to get the necklace and earrings or necklace and bracelet," she said when she found out the dealer of that booth was working the checkout counter.

"Well, why don't you get them both?" asked the dealer.

Lara made a show of looking at the price tags with a contemplative expression.

"Tell you what; I'll give you 20% off if you buy both sets."

"Hmm, 20%? Well, okay. I'll splurge," she said, not wanting the dealer to know she had intended to buy both from the beginning.

The two of us made in the mid-six-figures together, so $150 was hardly a "splurge," but both Lara and the dealer parted with the satisfaction that they had bargained well.

We hadn't counted on finding our treasures so soon. We had allowed time for a brewery tour followed by a lengthier wardrobe search. We had time on our hands.

"Farm-Way?" I asked.

"Farm-Way!" she said.

Farm-Way was a more-than-hardware store up the road a piece in Bradford. You can buy fence posts, clothing, furniture, Le Creuset cast iron cookware, Yankee Candles, guns and just about everything in between. The place was huge and took up multiple buildings.

We bought a few candles, a couple of small kitchen items, a shirt for Lara and an indoor-outdoor thermometer for the house. I also found a pair of black slacks and a bow tie!

On the way back to the resort we made a quick stop at the King Arthur Store, and picked up a few more kitchen items. The next stop was a grocery store, where we bought a few snack items.

We were back at the resort in plenty of time to get ready. We took our time and talked about what was happening. In the space of half a week, we had met and formed incredible bonds with three people, Bill, Beth and Deb.

Lara asked me what it was about Deb that I liked.

"Lara, she is smart, willful, pretty, outgoing and driven. Except for smaller tits, she reminds me of you when we first met! The two of you are a cosmically-lined pair."

"My god! I never thought about it like that. Do you think of her as a replacement for what I was?"

"Fugeddaboutit," I said with my best New York accent, "not a replacement. Never. Never in a million years. No, not a replacement, but an accessory. She compliments you. She's another soul mate. Without you, she would be nothing to me. With you, the three of us are greater than the sum of our parts."

She walked over to me and gave me a hug.

"Sweetie, thank you. I love my new plaything. She's the best present you ever got me. I like that 'sum of the parts' thing, too. Synergy."

"Synergy?" I asked. "No I meant I like some of her parts."

"Asshole," she laughed and snapped me with the towel she was holding.

"Ouch!" I cried as the tip of the towel hit my butt. "I thought you weren't into S&M."

She reached out as if to soothe my butt with a kind rub, and then smacked it with het palm.

"No, but maybe I could do a little D/s with you."

"In your dreams," I said as I swept her off her feet, carried her to the bed and set her down.

She wrapped her arms around me and we hugged and kissed for five or ten minutes.

We finished getting dressed. Lara looked ravishing. The dress was perfect, and when she struck a pose, she looked like a movie star.

Ten minutes later there was a knock at the door. When I opened the door, I was met by an angel.

Deb was standing there in an azure gown that was the color of the sky this morning. The satin fabric had pleats at the bodice that added just a little to her bosom. She was wearing another push-up bra, apparently, and the combination of the bra and the dress made her look about a cup size bigger.




Moonlight Window Ch. 03



The dress was styled as a wrap-around. The fabric had a strap that started at the bust, wrapped around her ribcage, crossed her midriff, and then secured at the hip. It appeared that one closure was securing the whole dress. She was standing with one leg forward. Because of the wrap-around design, the dress parted and let her leg show to the thigh.

She was wearing a sequined white hat with a white veil that covered her face with open netting. She had a vintage costume jewelry necklace, earring and bracelet set in pale blue.

When she saw Lara, she walked right by me. She tossed the small canvas LL Bean tote she was carrying into a corner, and they joined hands with Lara. They stood there looking at each other for a bit, and then embraced.

"You are perfect."

"You're stunning."

"Oh, the veil . . ."

"Your necklace . . ."

"How does that close? The strap?"

"The way that flows . . ."

This went on for at least two minutes. They admired and complimented each other on every inch of each other. I lost track of who was saying what to whom.

I interjected, "What time is our reservation?"

They looked at me as if I had just arrived.

Deb said, "Oh Sam, I didn't mean to ignore you. It's just not that often someone reaches out of a dream and pulls you in.

"I have to admit, though, that you look like part of the same dream."

She walked over to me, stood squarely in front of me and said, "Kiss me, lover."

I gave her my best Bogy accent and said, "Here's looking at you, kid."

I grabbed her by the shoulders, dipped her and kissed her soft red lips.

She said, "If we walk over now, we'll be just in time."

The venue she picked was the small Italian restaurant at the resort. Except for Jefferey's, the high end steakhouse, the other restaurants at the resort shared a common kitchen. That allowed for four themes plus the buffet and the café. Each of the four was on the small side for a resort this size, but together they could accommodate the guest load at peak season.

As soon as we walked in the maître d' and two servers rushed over to us.

"Deb, you are stunning," one said.

"You must be Sam and Lara. Welcome," said another.

"The three of you look like you stepped out of a Damon Runyon novel. Perfect!"

Deb introduced us around, and the maître d' led us to our table.

"The veal marsala and the linguine with white clam sauce are my recommendations tonight. I must warn you though, if anyone orders the linguine, the rest of you will need at least a bite of garlic bread as an antidote, or kissing will be painful."

Deb said, "Anthony, then let's start with an order of French bread and roasted garlic!"

"On the way, Deb," he said as our server came over to take our drink orders.

We ordered a bottle of simple Chianti. She gave us our menus and we asked Deb what was good. In addition to the two items Anthony mentioned, she recommended the carbonara and the ribeye.

"Ribeye at an Italian restaurant?" I asked.

"Sure. Every venue we have has a steak entrée and relatively plain chicken entrée. Not everyone wants the specialty of the house, and we want everyone to have a good dining experience. The steaks are not quite Jefferey's quality, but they are very good."

We decided on our entrees and ordered. Our appetizer arrived just after that.

The garlic was roasted in olive oil. It was so nicely done that all we had to do was lightly squeeze a clove, and it popped out onto our bread, where it spread like butter. It was delicious.

The antipasto was also quite good, and I especially loved the hot capicola.

I'm a sucker for marsala, and Deb and Lara ordered the carbonara and the clam linguine, respectively. We all had a bite or two of each other's dishes, and all were very good.

Since we were planning on having light snacks while we listened to jazz in the lounge, we decided to share one dessert. We ordered the mini cannoli plate, with one plain, one with pistachios and one with chocolate chips. While we were savoring them, Lara mentioned the spiced pear dessert that we had at Jefferey's a couple of nights ago.

"It was so good that Sam wished he could get extra sauce so he could lick it off me!"

Deb said, "I would like to see that."

We finished dinner and on the way out, Deb stopped to say something to the Anthony.

We adjourned to the lounge. It was dark, and had booths around the perimeter and some tables in the middle. Being midweek and not quite into the busy season, the lounge only had five or six other couples.

There were a few scattered alcoves, and we picked one of those. It was semi secluded, behind another row of booths. There were some potted plants along the backs of those booths. We could see the dance floor, but someone on the dance floor or the row of booths would have trouble seeing us. Anyone in one of those booths would have to turn around and kneel on the seat to see anything at table level in our booth, and there were no guests in those booths, anyway. Deb led us along the wall behind the front row to ours. There was only one booth along the wall, as a couple of columns and a serving station blocked the view from the rest of that row.

We decided to order drinks befitting our outfits. Deb ordered a gin fizz. Lara ordered a rusty nail. I ordered a stinger.

We sat and sipped our drinks for a while. The band started to play, "String of Pearls," and I asked Lara if she would like to dance. She took my hand, and we took to the floor. She felt wonderful in that satin gown. I had fun sliding my hands up and down her torso as she held me around the neck.

When the next song started, "How High the Moon," Deb asked to dance with me. This time, my partner had as much fun running her hands up and down my torso as I did doing the same to hers. She put her head on my shoulder as we danced, and the feel of her breath on my neck was intoxicating.

When the song ended and we returned to the table, Lara said, "Would you be daring enough to have a dance with me, Deb?"

"Yes, I would, sweetheart."

As they stepped onto the dance floor, the band started "Embraceable You." I wondered if Deb had set that up.

The sight of the two of them, dressed in those sexy gowns, holding each other and swaying to the music in the dim light was one of the most beautiful scenes I had ever witnessed. They clung to each other, looked into each others' eyes from time to time and whispered things in each others' ears. Once in a while they would share a kiss beneath their veils.

When the dance was finished, Lara led Deb back to our table.

"Dancing with you pleased me no end," Lara said to Deb.

"The feeling is mutual," replied Deb. "And speaking of feeling . . ."

She leaned over and took Lara by the neck and pulled her into a kiss. Her other hand started to caress Lara. She started at Lara's waist. She slowly moved up until she was fondling Lara's breasts. I heard Lara moan as Deb did this.

"Yesss. Oh, yesss. Now Deb. What I asked for . . . Now."

Deb moved her hand down to the slit in Lara's dress. She pulled it open slightly and started to feel Lara's legs.

"I love the silk," she said. "Later I'm going to kiss every inch of those sexy seams."

"Mmmmm."

Under the dress, Lara was wearing her half slip, and she had arranged the slit to the side where the slit in her dress was. Deb's hand moved farther and farther north until the slits were open to her pussy. As the three of us had told each other the night before about our fantasies, she was not wearing panties! I watched Deb's hand spread Lara's legs enough that she could put her hand on Lara's pussy.

"Oh, yesss, angel. I want your finger inside me. Do it."

Deb's hand was fully on Lara's labia, and I saw one, then two fingers disappear. The two women were still embracing. Whenever Deb moved her fingers in and out, Lara's head pulled back. She was biting her lip, trying not to call out.

Lara's hand went to her clit, and she started to masturbate while Deb was fingering her. Deb was whispering things in Lara's ear as they made out, and it caused Lara to rub faster and harder. Deb was now pounding her fingers in and out.

Lara's head pulled back, and she formed her mouth into a silent scream as her whole body tensed up and she came violently. Deb held her tight as she did this, and Lara collapsed into Deb's arms. I was so hard now that a strong breeze on my cock would have made me cum. The tablecloth covered me, fortunately.

I watched my wife and Deb in stunned silence as they held each other. My wife had just masturbated and let Deb finger fuck her in a public place. We had fantasized about scenes like this for years, but never in our wildest dreams did we ever believe we could act it out until today.

As the band played another song, Deb and Lara swayed gently to the music. They kissed again, and Lara's hands started to explore Deb's dress. Shoulders, neck, breasts. She lingered on the pleated bodice and massaged Deb's breasts. Then her hands moved to her sides and then her legs.

Deb tensed up a little when Lara's hands reached her legs. Lara whispered something in her ear, and she relaxed and spread her legs a bit. Lara's hand went to the opening where the skirt overlapped. She slowly pulled it open, revealing a dark blue slip underneath with a slit. Lara opened the slit, revealing that Deb was also not wearing panties. Her pubic hair was now visible to me, and she was looking at me directly in the eyes as Lara's fingers probed her pussy.

She closed her eyes whenever Lara's fingers went in, and then looked at me again.

Lara said, "My precious flower, I'm going to open your petals and feel your stem."

When she said this, her finger moved to Deb's clit. I could see her rubbing the clit at the top of Deb's labia. Deb was now holding Lara's shoulder tightly and biting her lip to keep herself from calling out. Her eyes now closed, and her head went back, her face in a grimace. She made soft, small sounds as she came.

"uhhhh . . . ngggh . . . uhhhh."

She jerked several times and then it was her turn to fall limp into Lara's arms.

Lara pulled Deb's dress back to cover her legs. The held each other for ten minutes, rocking slowly the band's songs and kissing.

It took that long for my erection to subside, too. We sat and drank our drinks, listening to the music and talking.

I asked Lara, "How did it feel to masturbate in front of me in public?"

"It was scary and exhilarating and erotic all at the same time. My heart was racing all the time we were doing it."

Deb said, "I wanted you to feel that, but I have to tell you a secret. This booth is reserved for some of our 'special' guests. When I told you that the resort caters to swingers . . . well, many of them in the past have requested secluded areas where they would be less likely to be recognized or observed in the heat of passion.

"When the resort was remodeled four years ago, this was one of the rooms that were modified to accommodate them. Those booths were moved away from the wall to make room for this one. The serving station was moved to the front of this row so the row could be monitored. The columns originally allowed only three booths back here, anyway.

"Every time tonight when it was just the three of us back here, our server . . . Her name is Didi, by the way . . . well, Didi put up a velvet rope across from her station to the wall. Unless someone stood on one of the booths in front of us, no one could see what we were doing. There is usually a hefty surcharge for this booth, but it was not reserved tonight. One of the employee perks."

"My word!" said Lara. "Is everyone here in on our secret? I feel like I've been fucking you in front of your whole family.

"Now that's erotic," she added with a laugh.

"Well, about half of the staff here is in on the 'we cater to swingers' thing. The management has us work where needed to carry out the resort's sub rosa mission statement. We also take care of each other. Didi was on the lookout for eavesdroppers while we were having fun. Sure, there's a chance we could have been spotted by a stranger, but it was a pretty small chance.

"I didn't want to tell you until after because I thought it would heighten the sense of excitement."

"You bet it did!" I said. "If I had known, though, I might have done something about what was going on under my side of the table. You two had me harder than the table leg!"

Lara ran her hand under the tablecloth and said, "Deb and I will make that up to you in a little while, sweetie."

"Well, you two. Was acting out your Jazz Club fantasies as good as you had hoped?"

"Better," said Deb. "In my fantasy, I made it with strangers. In real life, I made it with two people with whom I think I'm falling in love."

Lara lifted Deb's veil and brushed her cheek with the backs of her fingers.

"Angel, we'll see what develops over time. We're thinking along the same lines . . ."

"Oh, Lara, I was hoping you would say that!"

Lara moved her hand to Deb's lips.

"Let me finish. We think the same thing about you. We just want some time to make sure. You have been repressing your romantic sexuality so you could focus on your education. Now that you are about to graduate, you have opened the floodgates, and emotions are high.

"We have been sharing our fantasies for our entire marriage, and we suddenly found ourselves acting them out. A chance encounter with Bill and Beth opened up a whole new world where we could act them out with others. In less than a week, I discovered for the first time that I actually enjoyed lesbian sex as much as I had fantasized about it and made love to two women.

"You are about to receive an advanced degree in psych. You should know how vulnerable the three of us are right now. You are smart and sweet and beautiful. You are everything Sam and I have dreamed about in our fantasies for years. I'm pretty sure that the three of us are soul mates, but only time will tell."

"Lara is right," I said. "I'm hoping that . . . No, I'm praying that the three of us are forever. Maybe you will like Bill and Beth as much as we do, maybe not. There are a lot of variables in the near future. We want you to be a part of our lives for as long as you desire. We just want to take commitments slow right now and let them develop."

Lara turned Deb to her and kissed her again.

"Of course," she said, "that doesn't mean that I don't want to rip your clothes off and make passionate, romantic love to you every time I see you!"

Deb threw her arms around Lara and reached out with one of them to me. I moved a little closer and took her hand.

"You're right," she said. "Things are moving fast. I know how I feel, and you are right that the newness of it may be affecting my emotions . . ."

She suddenly grabbed Lara's head and kissed her violently on the mouth for a few seconds.

". . . but that doesn't lessen my desire to rip the clothes off both of you and fuck you right back!"

Lara put her hands on Deb's breasts and pushed her down onto the seat. She reached under the slit of Deb's dress and ran her hand all the way up to her pussy. Deb gasped at the sudden assault.

"Well," she said with that evil smile, "I'm glad we're in agreement that we should take it slowly."

The three of us broke into laughter as Lara removed her hand and helped Deb sit back up.

Lara continued, deadpan, "And I always wanted a nubile young coed for a sex pet."

Deb laughed even louder.

She gasped out, "That's what I love about you, Lara. You have a really great sense of humor for an old woman."

The three of us were in stitches now, and it took a good minute before we composed ourselves long enough to order another drink.

Deb called Didi, and she came to our table.

"Well, someone is having a good time," she said with a wink. "What'le it be? Another round of the same?"

Deb said, "I think I'll have something else. Have Ernie pour me a shot of the Glendronach 15. Up."

I raised my eyebrow at that.

"Into single malt scotch?" I asked.

"Adore it."

"Wow!"

"You, too?"

Lara said, "You bet. He loves it. It's one of the few things we don't share a taste for. I take it Ernie is the bartender. Have Ernie make me a dry martini, two olives and an onion."

"Do you have Glenrothes here?" I asked.

"We do," Didi replied.

"Have Ernie pour me a Glenrothes. In a highball glass, and bring us a small pitcher of spring water with it."

"Very good. See you in a jiff. By the way, the three of you are to die for in those outfits. Deb, don't do anything I wouldn't do."

She turned to leave as Deb said, "Well that's a pretty short list, isn't it?"

Didi laughed as she walked away. She held up her hand with her thumb and forefinger about an inch apart as if to show a small size.

"About that long, sweetie," she said as she gave her hips a little shake.

Deb said, "Didi loves working this room, and especially this booth. She loves to watch from behind that fern next to her station, and she was even invited to party with the resort guests a few times. When a particularly kinky set of swingers comes in, she always wants to work this station. She'll even come in on a day off for something special. Her nickname in our little group is "The Table Slut."

I said, "Isn't that a bit insulting?"

Deb said, "Yeah, it would be I suppose . . . if she didn't come up with the name herself. She's a wild woman."

Didi came back in a few minutes with our drinks.

She set the drinks down before us. She also set down three bowls and a plate. One bowl had a few dried figs, some glace pineapple and a few maraschino cherries. The second bowl had jumbo salted cashews. The third bowl had some dark chocolate squares. The plate had some small square cakes.

"This right, Deb?" she asked.

"Perfect. Thanks Didi."

She gave Lara and me a look, smiled and left.

Deb said, "I told her she couldn't watch through the ferns. She was really disappointed, but she did it for me as a friend."

Lara said, "I wondered about that. Thanks."

I said, "What's all this about?" pointing to the food.

Just some snacks. I asked Didi to bring over some of the things I like. Just something to munch while we listen to the music.

I held up my glass and said, "Here's to jazz and swing!"

We all clinked our glasses together and took a sip.

I asked Deb, "Always drink your scotch neat?"

"Yes, why?"

"Trust me?"

"Sure, what do you have in mind?"

"Take a taste of your scotch after giving it a good sniff."

She swirled her scotch around and inhaled deeply.

"I love that smell. Oak sawdust, fruit, smokiness, figs, a little vanilla and so much more."

"Okay, now let's add just a bit of this," I said as I poured just a splash of spring water. "Now swirl it a bit and smell it again."

She did so and sniffed again.

"Oh, wow. Much more aroma! Way more complex."

"The water helps release a little more of what makes scotch scotch."

"I love it. I'll remember that. What is that you're drinking?"

"Glenrothes." I said, pronouncing it with an "es" at the end.

"Hmm. I've seen the bottle, and I thought it was pronounced with a silent 'e.'"

"No, it's pronounced 'glen-roth-es.' No idea why, that's just how they pronounce it. Want a taste?"

"You bet!"

She took a taste neat, and then with a splash. She contemplated each tasted as she took them.

"Like drinking candy," she said.

"Not that many people know what it tastes like," I said. "They know the funny apple-shaped bottle, but most people never try it. It's from one of the distilleries that produce the components that go into Cutty Sark. This is one of the single malts that they use in the blend. Wanna try something else?"

"Sure."

"Take a bite of one of the chocolate squares and let it melt in your mouth, then hold it."




Moonlight Window Ch. 03



We both took a bite, while Lara watched inquisitively.

"Now take a sip of your scotch."

We both did, and Deb's face lit up.

"Oh, man that's good," she grinned.

"Since you have Glendronach's 15-year-old expression, try the same thing with one of your dried figs."

She tried it and again said it was a new treat.

The band took a break, then and announced that they would do a second set in a little while.

Lara asked, "Speaking of dried fruit, have you ever tried tying a knot in a cherry stem with your tongue?"

"Can it even be done?"

"Sure. Watch."

Lara took one of the maraschino cherries, plucked off the stem and popped it into her mouth. You could see her tongue and jaw moving, and in a half a minute, she spitted out the stem onto the table with a knot neatly tied in it.

Deb said, "That's amazing. Is it hard to do?"

"Nah, not if you know the secret. Try it."

Deb took the remaining cherry and put the stem in her mouth. She worked it around for a good three minutes while Lara smiled at her.

"I can't do it! What's the secret?"

Lara gave her a Cheshire Cat grin and spit out an untied stem onto the table.

Deb said, "What the . . ."

"The secret is that while the two of you were making moony eyes at each other over scotch, chocolate and figs, I tied a knot in the stem and tucked it between my cheek and gum. When I put the next stem in my mouth, I switched places after running my tongue over my teeth for show. Thanks for being the misdirection for me, Sweetie, by the way."

"Why you evil cheating woman!" Deb said with a laugh, "I almost sprained my tongue trying to tie that knot. Hey. I have an idea. Want to get Didi?"

"Sure. What's up?"

"Put the tied stem in your mouth. I'll take the straight stem into mine. We French kiss, passing the straight stem back and forth, letting her see it go from my mouth to yours. When we break the kissing, you spit out the tied stem. Watching us kiss will driver her bananas!"

"Sounds like fun, but let's go one better. I'll put two tied stems in my mouth. After the two of us do it, you ask her if she thinks she can do it with me. She's been eyeing me all evening, and I'll be happy to give her a taste of what you're getting just to make her jealous. I'll kiss her for a minute and take the straight stem from her mouth, twisting it about as we kiss. As soon as I have it completely, I'll spit out the tied one.

"She'll think we actually did it! She'll try to show her boyfriends and girlfriends how she did it for months, unless you are merciful and tell her how we played her."

I said, "Lara, this table is making you truly evil. I love it!"

Deb said, "I'm in!"

Lara took the tied stem and put it back in her mouth. She tied a second one and put in the other side of her mouth. Deb called Didi over.

"Hey Didi, Lara just taught me a neat trick. Watch."

She showed the straight stem and put it into her mouth. She and Lara kissed for about a minute, showing the stem going back and forth a few times. When they broke the kiss, Lara spit out the tied stem.

"How the hell did you do that?" exclaimed Didi.

Deb said, "It's really easy. Wanna try it with Lara here?"

Didi flushed at the thought of kissing Lara.

"Oh, yeah. I'd like that. Yeah."

Deb untied the stem that Lara had spit out. She made a point of sucking the saliva off it slowly, which got Didi's attention.

"Put this in your mouth, Didi."

As Didi gleefully put the stem in her mouth, Lara said, "Sam, stand up and let Didi sit next to me."

I got up and Didi quickly slid into my seat.

Lara took her by the back of the neck and pulled Didi's mouth to hers. Didi offered up the stem as they kissed, and Lara made a real show of passing the stem in and out of Didi's mouth as she stuck her tongue into her mouth. She kept this up for at least a minute, and let her hand move a little over Didi's dress. At one point, she idly brushed her hand against Didi's breast, causing the other girl to gasp slightly during the kiss.

Finally Lara took the stem for the last time and played with it for a few seconds before spitting out the tied stem.

Didi was flushed by now, and was breathing a little heavier than she had been when she walked over to us.

"That's amazing. We actually did it!"

I put my hands on her shoulders from behind, and rubbed them a little.

I said, "Now that you know how it's done, you can show all your friends, Didi."

My hands on her shoulders and Lara's kiss apparently had an effect on Didi.

She said, "I'm going to t-try it again . . . with . . . uh . . ."

I said, "Let Deb know how you do with it."

I took my hands off her shoulders, and The Table Slut stood up to leave. As she faced me, I put my hands on her hips.

"It was a pleasure watching you and Lara working on that stem, Didi."

I looked into her eyes and moved my hands from her hips to her waist and back when I said this. She flushed again.

She looked at Deb.

"Deb, you know I'm jealous as hell. Norm says you are hooked on 'em, and you're not gonna share your treasure." Then looking at me she said, "Sam, you better not break this girl's heart, or there's gonna be a whole lot of pissed off people looking for you!"

I gave her a peck on the cheek and said, "Didi, that ain't donna happen. We're as hooked on her as she is on us. Thanks for being her friend and looking out for her."

She looked at Lara and I again, then at Deb.

"God, am I jealous. Not only do you get them, but with your nose in them damned books, I never even got to get you, either."

She took a couple of steps, turned, and said, "Anything else you need, give me a yell . . . Anything."

I sat back down as Didi left.

Deb said, "After what you and Lara just did to her, she'll be in the employees' bathroom on her next break with her vibrator. It was even making me hot just watching!"

We spent another hour in the lounge, listening to the band after they came back from their break. We took turns feeding each other the snacks. The cakes were brushed with a little rum, and we sucked the fingers of the one feeding them. We just sat their enjoying the music and each other's company.

By the way, watching Deb suck the pimento out of Lara's martini olive while Lara was holding the olive in her teeth was a lot of fun!

While we were talking, Lara reached into her clutch and retrieved the necklace and bracelet.

"Deb, we got a little something for you when we were shopping today."

"Oh, I love it! How did you know I liked Bakelite?"

"Yesterday. You were wearing it."

"Our first day together, and you paid enough attention to remember what jewelry I was wearing? How romantic."

Lara took my hand and said, "That's us. Incurable romantics."

I kissed her hand, and then took Deb's and kissed it.

"Yeah. Incurable."

We munched and chatted until the band's second set was done.

I said, "Well let's head back to the room, girls."

We walked out with me in the middle, Deb on one arm and Lara on the other. As we got to the entrance to the lounge, Didi met us.

"One thing you didn't do tonight," she said, "was to get a photo of the three of you dressed in those outfits. Would you like one?"

I said, "Thanks, Didi," and handed her my phone.

Didi took several pictures of us with the ferns at the entrance to the lounge as the backdrop. We did look like we stepped out of an old movie.

When we got back to the room, we had a surprise. Someone had lit the candles we bought that afternoon, and they gave the room a romantic look, not to mention the smell of spiced apples. There was a vase with roses in the table, and there was a small chafing dish next to it. The baguette we had purchased that afternoon was sliced and on a tray with the brie and stilton. The jars of jam were opened with a small spoon in each.

Deb said, "I had the Anthony at the restaurant send someone over to prep the room. I guess they found the candles and the goodies you bought."

"What's in the chafing dish?" asked Lara.

"Well, remember the sauce you had with the spiced pears at Jefferey's? That chafing dish is full of that sauce.

"I had an idea after you told me about it. Sam, Lara and I are going to put on a show for you. We're going to do to you all the things you two fantasized about doing with another woman. After we are done, we will use that sauce. We are going to lick it off every part of each others' bodies. How does that sound?"

"Fucking great!"

Deb took Lara aside, and they conferred for a minute. When they came back they started to undress me. Lara licked my neck as Deb took off my jacket. Lara took off my tie. Slowly the two of them unbuttoned my shirt. As they did, they took turns speaking to me.

"Poor baby had to watch us get off and didn't get any himself."

"Yeah. Let's give him a show while he watches and jerks off."

"Then after a saucy show, well show him some sauce."

"The sauce they put on those pears is what we're going to put on his pair."

"And then we'll suck it off."

By this time, they had gotten my shirt off, and were dropping my pants, shorts and footwear. They had me sit in one of the easy chairs, and by candle light and moonlight, I got one of the best shows of my life.

Lara started feeling up Deb. She ran her hands all over that dress. Hips, torso, ass, breasts. She squeezed, caressed and fondled it all. They embraced and rubbed their bodies together, satin to satin. Deb was swaying and moaning as Lara did this, and then she started to kiss Lara. The two of them stood there caressing each other and kissing for a couple of minutes, and then Lara reached for the strap that held Deb's dress together at the same time that Deb found the frogs of Lara's dress.

Slowly, they undid each others' dresses, and then let them drop to the floor. Lara was now wearing a push-up bra and a black half slip. Deb was wearing a dark blue slip. Both of them were still wearing their necklaces. They ran their hands over each others' bodies.

Lara held Deb by the shoulders and rubbed her bra against Deb's breasts. She whispered as she did this.

"Your breasts are so sexy in that bra and slip. I love to feel them. I wish mine were that perky. Your youth is an aphrodisiac to me. Making love to you makes me feel young and alive."

"Oh, Lara, I love your soft skin. Your breasts and hips are heaven to me. I get lost in your eyes. I've never had a lover who could hold my gaze while we made love."

I was stroking myself slowly. I didn't want to cum before they finished their performance, though I had my doubts I could.

Lara slipped the straps of Deb's slip off her shoulders. She looked at me.

"Sam, I'm going to suck Deb's sweet young titties. I'm going to put her nipples in my mouth while I reach under the slit in her slip and finger her pussy. I'm going to show you her pussy, and then I'm going to stick my fingers in her while you watch."

Deb said, "Sam, I want her to take my bra off. Lara, reach around me and unhook my bra. I want to feel your hands on my breasts before you suck on them."

Lara uncooked Deb's bra and slid the straps off her shoulders. Deb was holding the cups, and she pulled the bra away from her breasts. Her breasts were small but firm. Their teardrop shape ended in almost puffy areolas, but with more defined pink nipples.

"Take my bra off, Deb," Lara said.

Deb reached behind Lara and unhooked her bra as Lara pulled the straps from her shoulders and let the bra fall away.

Lara held her breasts, and Deb did the same. They began to rub their nipples together.

I was starting to lose it. Two beautiful women standing before me with nothing on but slips around their waists, silk stockings and necklaces were rubbing their nipples together in front of me.

Then Lara bent slightly and started to lick and suck Deb's nipples. As she did this, she put her hand in the slit of Deb's slip, which was around her waist, and lifted it enough that I could see Deb's pussy. She started to rub Deb's labia.

"Oh fuck me, Lara. Fuck me with your fingers so Sam can see. I want your hand under my slip and in my pussy. Suck on my nipples and fuck me."

That was it. I grabbed a nearby towel and shot my load hard for half a minute.

The girls were into in now, and Lara lowered Deb to the bed where she continued to finger Deb's pussy. Deb spread her legs wide, and rubbed on her clit while Lara's fingers worked her pussy.

"Oh, yesss, Lara. Fuck me hard. Fuck me. Fuck me. Ohhhh yesss. I'm going to cuuumm nowwwww AHHHH!"

Deb just lay there panting on the bed for a minute while Lara stroked her hair.

I went over the platter and had a few slices of baguette with stilton, raspberry jam and brie, respectively. The girls joined me and we had a little wine and food for a while.

Deb said, "Sam, are you ready for something special?"

I said, "I'm about recovered now. What's up?"

The ladies walked me back to the bed. Lara pushed me down.

"Look at Deb. Column A?"

I said, "Slip back on all the way, leave on the necklace and stockings. You: just the garter belt and stockings."

"Column B?"

"I'll leave the foreplay to you. Then I want her on top and you assisting in any way you see fit."

"Column C?"

"Hmmm. We haven't had much experience with three actual people, only a fantasy third. I'm going to have to think about it for a minute."

Deb said, "How about this. Lara, you caught him with his intern. Take it from there."

Lara said, "Okay with you, Sam?"

I said, "Look at my dick."

It was getting hard.

Lara took Deb aside and they whispered for a while.

Lara took off her half slip, and Deb pulled her slip back up and put the straps on her shoulders again.

I liked their foreplay idea.

Deb brought the chafing dish over near the bed. Lara got a couple of towels to put under me.

Deb tested the sauce. It was warm, not hot, and when she licked it off of her finger, she smiled ear-to-ear.

"You were right, Lara, it is finger licking good."

"Told ya!"

Deb took a ladle full of the sauce and started dribbling on my chest and stomach. The next was on my legs. The third was on my cock and balls.

The ladies went to work. Lara took my chest and stomach. Deb took my legs. The sensation was incredible. The worked me over without saying a word. When they had given their respective areas of operation a complete tongue bath, both of them stared on my groin. Deb took my balls, and Lara started on my penis.

They licked me and sucked me for about a minute, just enough to lick the sauce off.

Lara said, "Lay there next to him. I'll be right back."

She went to the bathroom and stayed there for a few seconds. She came out and looked at us with an expression of horror.

"What the fuck! I go to the bathroom for twenty minutes, and when I come out I find you in bed with your INTERN? How could you?"

"Ma'am, this isn't what it looks like . . ."

"Looks like? Isn't what it looks like? I suppose you spilled wine on his cock and used your dress to clean it up! How stupid do you think I am?

"What is she, Sam? Fourteen?"

"I'm twenty-four, ma'am."

"Well if you want to fuck him, you're going to have to do it in front of me now, you little home wrecking slut.

"Sit up. Now!"

Deb sat up.

"Now straddle him! Put your cunt right over his dick. Now grab it and stick it in. Right now. No foreplay for home wrecking sluts."

It felt so good to have her tight little pussy sitting on my cock again. The cool silky slip riding on my balls was incredible. I reached up and cupped her breasts, feeling her hard nipples."

"Yes, feel those tiny tits. For God's sake, she is only a child Sam. I'll bet she can't even cum! I'll have to do it for the little slut!"

She reached down and started to finger Deb. I felt her jerk when Lara's finger toughed Deb's clit.

"I want you to fuck my husband, you little cunt," Lara said to Deb as she fingered her under Deb's slip. And I want you to ride him and make him cum, too!"

Pointing to the sauce, she said, "Then you're going to put that on my tits and cunt. You're going to eat it off my pussy why this bad boy licks it off my breasts."

That was more than I could stand, and I came again. Deb pumped me with that tight pussy, and Lara fingered her until she came shortly after I did.

"Oh, yess. Make me cum," Deb said. Make me fuck him. Make me. Make me eat you too. I want to lick youuuuu . . . ahhh . . . AHHHH!"

Deb moved off of me and lay down next to me. She was exhausted. Lara lad behind Deb and stroked her back and sides through the silky slip.

"Deb, you're good at this. You didn't crack up and you played right along. You did good!"

"Well it was hard to keep a straight face when you asked if I was fourteen and said that I had tiny titties."

Deb and I laughed.

I turned to talk to Lara and found her slipping the straps off Deb's shoulders. She pulled the slip down so she could play with Deb's breasts. She put her mouth on one and sucked at the nipple.

"Not tiny. Just the right size. I love them. Now I believe you two have an appointment with a sauce ladle, two breasts and a hairy pussy."

This revived Deb, and she sprang into action. She unhooked Lara's stockings from the garter belt on the front, turned her over and unhooked the back. As she rolled off the stockings, she made good on her earlier promise and kissed every inch of those black seams all the way down!

"Don't want to take the chance of getting sauce on these expensive little items, do we?" she said with a smile after they were off.

She took a little of the sauce and dribbled it on Lara's ass, then licked it off.

"Mmmmm. Ass-licking good, too."

She turned Lara over and said, "Let's see if it is pussy licking good!"

She drizzled a little on Lara's breasts and pussy. I started on the tits, and she started to lick Lara's pussy. We continued for at least ten minutes.

"Mmmm. Your tongue on my nipples and hers on my labia are something out of this world, Sam. Oh, yeah, oh, the other one, yesss, oh yesss."

Deb stuck a finger into Lara as she licked, and Lara moaned again.

"Oh, put two in, my Angel, fuck me with two fingers. Oh yeah, suck my clit, suck it and lick it. Oh . . . ohh . . . yesss . . . YESSS! YESSS!!"

Her hips raised up as she came and her arms pressed so hard against the bed that she raised up her torso a bit, then collapsed back onto the bed. We lay there for a bit, gently stroking each other.

I stuck my finger in the chafing dish, and then held it to Lara's mouth. She happily sucked the sauce off.

I got up and retrieved the snack tray, and we had a nibble and talked.

"What's your schedule like the next two nights?" I asked.

"I don't really have anything tomorrow at all, but I'm meeting with my advisor on Wednesday morning to go over what I turned in today. I'll turn in what I wrote today then, and we'll go over that, too."

Lara said, "Sleepover tonight, then?"

"Sure, I brought a change of clothes in that LL Bean bag I tossed over there this afternoon," pointing to the corner where it was.

"That's great, I said. We have time to talk."

"What about?" asked Deb.

"There's a number of things. First, I think we all agree that we're pretty good together."

The other two nodded in agreement.

"The obvious question is, then, what do we want out of this relationship? Lara and I would love to keep you a part of our lives as long as you want to be with us."

"I feel the same way," said Deb, pressing her hand onto mine.

"But what does that mean? When you graduate are you going to move in with us? I doubt that at this stage. What about your career? What if you get a job someplace far away? So many questions!"

Lara said, "Let's take this in steps. First, what are your plans after you graduate? Where have you applied for jobs?"




Moonlight Window Ch. 04



There are italics used for emphasis and some section intros.

Editor's Note:

Thanks again to my editor, Saltysooner!

This is the next chapter in the expanding sexual life of Sam and Lara as they form a permanent bond with their much younger lover, Deb.

When a middle-forties couple takes on a mid-twenties lover, there are ramifications and obstacles.

Deb's graduate school graduation is approaching, and Sam and Lara will have to meet Deb's parents. What will a couple their age thing of them making love to their daughter?

Lara wants Deb to do some consulting at her law firm. Lara has an obligation to the other partners to disclose Deb's relationship to her. Do Deb and Lara get outed to the whole staff?

What will Deb's sister, Linda, and her very straight husband make of Sam and Lara?

Is their desire to find Deb an apartment just a dangerous cover-up that could be blown by friends or family?

What will everyone make of Bill and Beth, Sam and Lara's first swinger lovers? It seems that the relationship with them will now be mostly the three ladies doing things for their voyeuristic men. Will Deb be turned on or off when she actually sees Beth enjoying being dominated by Lara? Will Deb want to participate in D/s with Lara and Beth? What will her role be?

Lara learned that she likes anal with Beth and she enjoys fisting her, too. What will Deb think of that?

The last chapter left us at the resort in Vermont with Sam and Lara to meet Deb at her apartment the next day. Will the newness of Lara's emotions wear off, or will the trio eventually find love their love is sealed in the light of a moonlit window?

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Deb's Apartment Day One: Deb and Lara have a snack through the wrapper

We arrived at Deb's apartment at five the next afternoon. Lara and I had gone over and over the possibilities that this new relationship represented. We came to the conclusion that our newfound sexual direction did not pose a threat to our love for one another any more than our previous fantasies about such things had. So far, it had made our love stronger.

Deb answered the door wearing a pair of snug jeans and a pullover sweater that looked like cashmere. She gave each of us a hug and a kiss, and the feel of her athletic torso through the material confirmed that it was cashmere. I slipped my hands around to her breasts, and the feel of her bra under the knitted material was delightfully erotic. I loved the way the jeans made her as look, and I slid my hands down to her ass and pulled her into me as she wrapped her arms around my neck and hugged me.

"Mmm," Deb moaned at my touch. "Good to see you too."

"You knew the effect that outfit would have, didn't you?" I replied.

"Ever been to the Cheesecake Factory?" Deb asked back.

"Sure," Lara said. "Why?"

"They put that huge case of desserts right across from the reception desk. It makes you crave dessert even before you order dinner."

She ran her hands from her hips to her breasts seductively. "Same thing. Dinner is ready, and you're looking at dessert."

"God, you're a little minx," Lara said. "I have plans for you after dinner already!"

"I was hoping you would say that," Deb said. "I see you brought the bread I wanted. Let's eat."

She had prepared chicken piccata, and the aroma was intoxicating. It tasted every bit as good as it smelled, and the baguette we brought helped sop up every bit of sauce on our plates.

In spite of her declaration that she was dessert, Deb had also assembled the fixings for simple sundaes with vanilla ice cream, a can of whipped cream, caramel and chocolate sauces and some slivered almonds.

Through dessert, I could tell that Lara was having a hard time concentrating on what she was eating. I could tell that she wanted to hold Deb in her arms once again.

When we had finished, I told Lara to go to Deb.

"Go ahead and hold her while I clear the table, I said. "I can see you're going to burst if you don't do it soon."

Without hesitation, the two ladies stood up and embraced. I quickly loaded the plates into Deb's dishwasher.

"Here's the Menu," I said. "I want the two of you to make each other cum without removing a stitch of clothing. You can unbutton, unzip and unfasten anything you want, but Deb's jeans and sweater stay on, and Lara's skirt, panties and polo shirt stay on.

"You have to stand right there the whole time, and I'm going to watch the show from that easy chair over there."

Deb grinned. "You're on! And I bet our performance makes you cum before either of us."

I grabbed a box of tissues and settled in to watch these two incredible women do what I asked.

Lara started the proceedings by taking Deb's head in both hands and kissing her full on the mouth. I could see their tongues probing each other's mouth as Lara's hands started to roam down Deb's body to her breasts. I could see her hands feeling the younger woman's bra through the delightful material of the cashmere sweater.

My dick was hard by now, and I had unzipped and started to slowly stroke myself.

Debs hands were now at Lara's waist. She grabbed the small of Lara's back and ground Lara's pelvis into her own. She reached under Lara's skirt as Lara began to reach under Deb's sweater.

As Deb revealed Lara's black lace panties, Lara revealed Deb's lavender lace push-up bra.

Lara felt Deb's breasts through the lace. Deb's head went back, and she closed her eyes as Lara massaged her breasts and pinched her nipples through the material. Her mouth was open and she gasped as my wife explored her at will.

Lara spun Deb around. She pulled Deb into her chest, reached around and started to work her way down Deb's tummy toward the waist of her jeans. She unbuttoned them and then unzipped them. Deb's head was against Lara's shoulder now, and she had an expression somewhere between dreamy and anticipatory. With each inch that Lara felt downward, Deb tensed slightly and then relaxed into the dreamy expression again.

Lara now had one hand inside the waist of Deb's panties, and her other hand was re-exploring Deb's bra.

With a tone a little reminiscent of the way Lara had dominated her other recent conquest, Beth, a few days earlier, I heard her say, "Deb, tell me where you want my fingers."

Deb tensed a bit at the thought of verbalizing what she had been quietly anticipating.

"I . . . I want your fingers to caress my pubic hair. I love the feeling of that."

"And what does that do to your pussy?"

"God, Lara, it makes it so wet."

I could see Lara's hand moving over Deb's pubic hair under her jeans and panties.

Lara said, "Now, how wet is your cunt?"

"Dripping wet."

"Tell me what you want me to do to it."

"Lara, I want you to put two fingers inside it."

"Inside what?"

"Please put two . . . t-t-two fingers inside my wet cunt!"

It was clear that Deb knew exactly what Lara was doing, and she was really getting into the role-play of it.

"Lara I want you to finger me with two fingers and pinch my nipples with your other hand. I want to nibble my ear and tell me that you want me. Tell me that you are going to finger fuck me until I cum, and tell me what you want me to do to you after that."

Lara whispered loud enough for me to hear, "I'm going finger you long enough to make you cum, and then you will get on your hands and knees in front of me and lift my skirt. You will pull my panties to the side and finger my clit and pussy."

"Oh, yesss. I want to finger your pussy, Lara," Deb said while grinding her cunt against Lara's fingers.

Lara's hands were busy inside Deb's panties and bra for a good ten minutes, causing Deb to jerk forward and back, depending on what Lara was doing under her clothes. She was now gasping at everything Lara did.

"After you finger me you will put your mouth on my pussy and lick me while Sam watches. If you do a good job licking me, I will let you crawl over to him and lick the cum off his cock."

"Oh, yess . . . yesss . . . I want to eat y-y-you. I want to AHHHHHHH!" she screamed as she came on Lara's fingers.

Lara held her for a while, and she kissed and caressed Deb.

"I love making you come, my angel," she said. I love feeling your body with every wave of pleasure."

After a minute or two, Deb said, "I like this role-play. Make good on it."

Lara grinned, then ordered Deb, "On your hands and knees!"

Deb complied.

"Now lift my skirt."

Deb lifted Lara's skirt and brought her head close to Lara's panties.

"Pull them aside and look at my pussy!"

Deb did so, and looked intently at Lara's wet slit.

"Now finger my clit and put your fingers inside my pussy."

Deb did so, and I thought Lara was going to collapse. She grabbed the back of one of the chairs and held on as Deb fingered her. I could see Deb's fingers moving in and out of my wife's vagina. Each time they went in, I thought about our years of sex talk where she described just what I was now seeing.

After a minute of this, Lara gasped, "Now lick my clit."

Deb eagerly went after Lara's clit, sucking and licking. That was as much as I could take, and I came hard. I wiped my dick a little, but I left plenty of cum, anticipating the next event.

Lara was moaning now as Deb mouthed her clit and jammed her fingers in and out of her cunt. Lara's skirt was draped over Deb's head and Deb had her hands on Lara's ass, pulling it harder and harder so she could shove her mouth into Lara's crotch as tightly as possible.

"Oh, God, yess. Lick me. Lick me. Tongue my clit! Oh yess . . . YESSSSSS!"

And with that, she came against Deb's face. She couldn't stay standing, and she collapsed and sat in the chair while Deb licked her until Lara had to push her away.

Deb looked at me lustfully, and Lara said, "Go crawl over and lick Sam clean."

Deb dutifully crawled over to where I was sitting and kissed me. I could taste Lara's juices on her lips. Her tongue explored my mouth for a minute, and then she moved to my crotch and started to lick my dick and balls. The sensation was electric. It wasn't just that a beautiful girl was licking me, it was also that my wife was leering at a beautiful girl licking me! I actually started to get hard again.

Lara said, "Now I want you to stand up and slowly take off all your clothes while Sam and I watch, then take off all of Sam's clothing, and then mine.

I liked this game, and apparently so did Deb. Deb even remembered that I didn't like the taste of my own cum, and she rinsed out her mouth with a little of the wine we had with dinner.

Deb stood in the middle of the room and slowly lifted her sweater over her head as she turned to Lara and said, "I wore this bra because I knew Sam liked the way a push-up bra makes my tits look. I wore a lace one because I like the way it feels when you pinch my nipples, too, Lara.

As she slowly pulled her jeans down, she turned to me and said, "Sam, I wore these jeans because I wanted you to grab my ass and fondle it. I know you like looking at my ass, and it turns me on when you grab it. I want you to feel my ass whenever you want. I don't care what I'm wearing or where we are. If you want to grab it, go ahead."

Deb was now standing in the middle of the room in her lavender bra and a pair of white cotton panties. The crotch of the panties was obviously wet. She turned around a couple of times so that both of us could see her from every angle. She was beautiful.

She reached around and unhooked her bra. She slid the straps down and slowly pulled the bra away from her. Her smallish breasts were pert and her nipples were stiff. She dropped the bra and cupped her breasts.

"These are yours, Lara. Any time you want to touch them, I want you to do so. Any time, anywhere. Sam can borrow them, but they belong to your touch."

The look on Lara's face was like a kid looking at an ice cream cone. Pure lust.

Deb reached down and slowly pulled her panties down until they fell to the floor. She turned around a few more times to let us look at her naked form. Her neatly-trimmed pubic hair was glistening a little with the cunt juice she had produced when Lara fingered her.

She walked over to me. I had unbuckled my belt to drop my pants while I masturbated, and she told me to lift my hips a little so she could pull my pants off. I did so, and she took my pants and shorts down to my knees. She knelt in front of my chair and took off my shoes and socks, then pulled my pants and shorts all the way off.

I was wearing a polo shirt that matched Lara's. Deb grabbed the waist of the shirt and started to pull it up. As she exposed my chest, she licked my ribs and sucked on my nipples. As the shirt went over my head, she kissed me lightly. She was still kissing me as the shirt hit the floor and her hand went down to my dick.

She whispered in my ear, "Every time you look at me, I want you to think about this going up inside my pussy or into my mouth. And when I'm not there, I want you to tell Lara how much you like fucking her plaything."

That made my dick hard again. She grinned.

"I see you like the thought of fucking me." She let go of my dick and stood up. "In a few minutes There's something I have to do first."

She got up and walked over to Lara. She knelt down and removed Lara's sandals. She stood again in front of the seated Lara. She reached out to her and took her hands, lifting Lara to a standing position again.

Without a word, she lifted Lara's polo shirt up and off. She unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor. She pulled Lara to her so that Lara stepped out of the skirt. They embraced, and our naked minx unhooked Lara's black demi bra and took it off. She threw it to me and then knelt in front of Lara again.

"I have never wanted to see a pussy as much as I want to see yours, Lara. It's beautiful, and I want to suck it and finger it every time I see it. It makes me hotter than you can ever know. Any time you want me to lick you or finger you, just ask."

With that, she pulled Lara's panties to the floor, hugged her waist and put her cheek against my wife's crotch. Lara put her arms around Deb's head and caressed her hair.

"I get wet every time I think about you making love to Sam and me. Stand up and kiss me, and then let's go to your bedroom, but first a little rinse."

She poured a little wine and took a mouthful. She swished it around and swallowed. She handed some to Deb.

"Rule number one. Sam doesn't like the taste of cum," Deb said with a smile.

Deb took a mouthful and did as Lara had done, then said, "Good enough?" as she kissed Lara.

She and Deb kissed for a few minutes, and then we adjourned to the bedroom.

"Tell me about what you and Beth did," Deb said as she lay between Lara and me.

Lara recounted our first meeting at the moonlit window of our room. She described how we had been making love when we spied Bill and Beth petting on our patio bench, and how she had taken the leap to open the door and fulfill her pent-up lesbian and voyeuristic fantasies that night.

"That's hot. The lesbian part I already have. The part where people other than Sam watch me make love to you is something I find really erotic," Deb said.

"The next night, we met again," Lara continued, "and I knew that Sam and I needed another woman to act out our fantasies. We had talked about lesbians and threesomes for quite a while, and we realized that it was what we both wanted to experience physically.

"I decided to play around with Beth after we had a little sex together. I ordered her around, just like I did with you a little while ago. She didn't take it as role-play, the way you did, though. She wanted me to dominate her. If you want, we can dominate her together when you meet her, or you can watch me do it."

"I'll have to see how I feel about her when we meet, but the thought of making her do things is a bit exciting, I have to admit," Deb said tentatively. "I never thought about that before, and I don't know if I want to do the ordering or just watch you do it to her."

"That's okay," Lara said. "We'll see how it goes."

"What else did you do?" Deb asked.

"Anal. She used a vibrator on me anally. It was my first time enjoying something in my ass. And then I fisted her. It was the first time for both of us."

"Anal? Did it hurt? I have always wondered what it felt like, but was afraid that it would hurt. I don't do pain."

"Beth showed me how to do it without pain. She used a fairly small vibrator and lots and lots of lube."

Lara described how Beth had used a single finger loaded with lube to get Lara ready for the vibrator. "She called it 'priming the pump,'" Lara explained.

"Oh God, that sounds sexy. Could you try it with me? I have lots of lube, and I have a small vibrator that I carry in my purse. Would you prime me and then have Sam use the vibrator on me?"

My instant response was, "Where's your purse?"

Lara jumped up and grabbed the vibrator out of Deb's purse as Deb ran to the bathroom and got a tube of water-based lube and a large towel, and then they literally leapt back onto the bed. Deb took a pillow, covered it with the towel, lay down on it face down and positioned the pillow under her hips. She handed the lube to Lara, took the vibrator from Lara and it to me.

Lara looked at me, and I nodded back. She got up and said, "Be right back."

She disappeared into the bathroom and emerged a moment later with another towel and a washcloth.

She sat on the bed so that she had access to the ass that Deb was so eagerly offering. Lara washed Deb's butt and anus with the warm washcloth.

Deb purred, "Damn, that feels good."

Lara dried Deb with the towel. She then put a large amount of lube on her middle finger and said, "Tell me if what I'm about to do causes any pain at all, and I'll stop. Are you ready?"

"Yes," Deb answered, eyes closed and fists clenched in expectation of pain.

As I stroked Deb's hair and shoulders, Lara rubbed her finger around Deb's anus. She got lots of lube on it and then gently probed slightly. I felt Deb's shoulders tense a little more and then relax when she realized that it didn't hurt.

"More?" asked Lara.

"Mm-hmm," nodded Deb.

Deb took her finger out, applied more lube, and inserted her finger further. She repeated this a few times until her finger was all the way inside Deb. She worked her finger in and out and wiggled it inside Deb's rectum.

"Feel good?"

"Oh, yeah. I want the vibrator. Fuck me with the vibrator, Sam. I want it in my ass!"

Lara withdrew her finger and cleaned it with the soapy washcloth. I lubed the vibrator and inserted it a little way into Deb's rectum. The vibrator was nearly twice the diameter of Lara's finger, and Deb winced for a second, and then relaxed.

"Oh, that feels better than I had hoped for. Turn it on and work it in and out."

I turned on the switch, and felt Deb jerk with the new sensation. I buggered her with the vibrator for a few minutes.

"Lara, can you finger my clit and play with my pussy?"

Lara reached under Deb as the younger woman lifted her hips slightly. As Lara's fingers touched Deb's clit, she jerked again and moaned.

"Oh God," Deb moaned. "That feels so good. Part of it is laying here so vulnerable and giving myself to the two of you. It really heightens the sensation. If I didn't trust you completely, I would be panicking by now. But I want to surrender myself completely. Have me, Lara. Make me cum."

Lara was really getting into this now. With Deb's encouragement, she kissed Deb's ass as she fingered her clit. Deb was thrusting her hips back to meet my vibrator thrusts, and she was starting to moan louder. Lara and I continued this for a good ten minutes.





Moonlight Window Ch. 04



I said, "Your ass is so sweet, Deb. I love to touch it and do this to you."

"Ohh. Yes. Ohhhh. Fuck my ass, Sam. I want it. Feels good. Fuck it."

Lara said, "Think of Sam's dick in your ass while I lick your clit and shove that vibrator inside your pussy. Next time I'll have him fuck your ass for real, and you'll feel him cum up inside you while I eat you out."

That was too much for Deb, and she jerked and screamed, "Oh yessss, I want to be fucked. I want you to . . . AHHHHHHH!"

With that, she shuddered and shuddered and then collapsed onto Lara's hand. I pulled the vibrator out of her anus, and Lara withdrew her hand from under Deb. Lara and I lay on either side of Deb for the next ten minutes without saying a word as we kissed her and stroked her.

Finally, Deb pulled the pillow out from under her and turned over onto the towel. I used the washcloth to clean the vibrator.

"That was incredible!" she exclaimed. "I like fucking and oral sex better, I think, but that was pretty amazing. I'm worn out. Sam seems to be ready for something, though," she said, pointing to my erection. "Lara, can I watch as Sam fucks you?"

"Of course, pet."

Lara got up and moved to my side of the bed. She straddled me and slowly lowered herself onto my throbbing, waiting dick. She was really wet, and the sensation of her pussy on my dick was fantastic. I cupped her breasts as she rode me, and she moaned when I pinched her nipple lightly.

I saw Deb watching us, and that was erotic, too. Lara and I had often fantasized about being watched while we fucked, and the reality of it was still even better than we had previously imagined.

Deb was watching with an almost clinical detachment. She looked at how my penis moved in and out, and she looked at Lara's clit. She reached out and felt my balls, then moved up and touched Lara's clit.

"Oh, yes, yesss! Finger it gently," Lara moaned.

Deb continued to finger my wife as she rode me. She did different things to Lara and watched my wife's expression as she did so. It was as if she were cataloging what Lara liked. A lab experiment.

I was getting close to coming watching Deb masturbate Lara.

Deb said, "Lara, after Sam cums in your pussy, I'm going to lick it off of you. If you haven't orgasmed, I'm going to lick you until you cum.

Hearing that made me orgasm with incredible spasms. "Oh, God, I want to see . . . AHHHHH UNGGGGG!"

I shot my load into Lara as hard as I had ever done in the past. She rode me until I was spent, and then quickly rolled off me and over onto her back.

Deb immediately started licking my cum off Lara's pussy. She put her mouth right on Lara's clit and started to suck it. Lara arched her back violently in less than a minute.

"Eat me. Eat me! S . . . Su . . . Suck me! Oh, YESSSSSS!"

With that, she came in waves, bucking and writhing until her pussy was so sensitive that she had to push Deb's head away, simply saying. "N-N-Nuff."

Deb caressed her for a minute, and then got up to rinse out her mouth and get another warm washcloth. She returned and gently washed my dick and Lara's pussy. She toweled us dry and then knelt on the bed between us.

"Sam," she asked, "how was that? Is watching me perform lesbian sex on your bisexual wife still as erotic as the two of you imagined?"

"Even more than we imagined, I replied. And no matter how many times we do it and no matter how many times you say it, talking about the two of you having lesbian sex drives me wild."

"If I only knew how good it would be, I would have invited a girl into our bedroom for lesbian sex in front of you years ago," Lara added, smiling at the shudder it produced in me. "The biggest problem was that we didn't know how to approach it. We might have gone towards casual sex rather than looking for a long term relationship. I think what we found was worth the wait. Casual sex with Beth is great, but sex with Deb is even better."

"I'm glad," Deb said as she lay down between the two of us again. "I never thought I could be sexually and emotionally satisfied as much as I have been with the two of you these last few days. Fantasy is great but reality is even better.

"On the subject of fantasy, though I like to think about Sam's dick up my ass, I don't think I really want to do it."

"That's perfectly okay with me," I said. "It doesn't really turn me on. I would have tried it if you had insisted, but I'm glad you didn't."

Deb turned to Lara. "I like it when you talk about fisting Beth, but I don't want you to try it with me. Sam's dick is about as much as I can take without pain. Three fingers are OK, but not four or your whole hand. Is that okay?"

Lara pulled Deb to her and kissed her. "I promise that I will never try to do anything you don't want. Friends don't hurt friends. More to the point, middle-aged newly found bisexual women don't do anything that could possibly drive away their hot, nubile, orally proficient sexually wild bisexual lovers."

We all laughed and hugged. We pulled a blanket over us and we cuddled for an hour, talking about nothing in particular.

After a while, Deb sat up and said, "I have had a fantasy for a while that I'd like to do with you and Beth, Lara. I walk in on two girls, interrupt their lesbian sex tryst and they stop and say they want to make love to me. I'd like that fantasy for graduation present."

Lara said, "You can have it for a present, and any time after that. It's one of Sam's fantasies, too."

Deb said, "Sam! You horny old goat. And you're not even a lesbian."

We laughed and joked for a while, then I turned out the lights and we went to sleep.

Deb's Appartment -- Day 2: Deb admits she's never had a skinless hot dog

I awoke to the smell of bacon and eggs.

I used the bathroom and got dressed.

As I enterd the kitchen Lara said, "Deb is perfect for you. She's another bacon maniac."

Deb showed me a Tupperware® container of bacon, explaining, "I bake several pounds of it at a time and store it in this. Thirty seconds in the microwave and I have crisp bacon any time I want it."

"I do about the same thing," I said.

"Yeah," Lara added, "He spends fifteen minutes at the deli section looking at the back of each package to get the ones with the most meat."

We sat down and ate our breakfast. The subject of our first encounter came up.

Lara said, "I noticed that you didn't use a condom. I was so caught up in the moment that I didn't stop to ask if you had brought one. When I looked in your purse to get your vibrator yesterday I saw you had several with you."

Deb took Lara's hand and kissed it.

"When you and Sam told me about your first tryst with Bell and Beth, I knew you didn't sleep around. I took a calculated chance that you didn't have any STD's. I'm on the Pill, so I didn't worry about that aspect."

She took my hand and kissed it, too.

"Sam. Yours is the first penis I've had inside me without a condom. Ever."

I took her hand and kissed it, saying, "It's been an honor, Sweetie."

Lara said, "It's three weeks to graduation, right?"

"Yeah. Three weeks from this Saturday, that is."

"And you're done with your course work?"

"Yup. Completely. My program was pretty much independent of the regular school year, and gave me a lot of flexibility. I did a lot of extra time on clinical early, just in case there were any problems at the end. A little insurance. I have some paperwork to get in, but a few administrative twists and turns aside, I'm done.

"I have a few work days scheduled at the Resort. I'm working this weekend, a couple of days next week and the week after, and now my last day is the Saturday before graduation."

"You know what is happening the weekend after this?" Lara asked.

"Fantasyland with Bill and Beth," Deb answered with a huge smile.

"That's right. I'm going to call them and make sure the weekend is all set up. I'll give them a ring next week."

I waved my hand expansively around the room and said, "With a place this big, it will probably take you all the time until graduation to pack."

Deb and Lara laughed. The apartment was small enough that the whole thing might fit in my own bedroom.

Deb said, "I already have my books and papers packed. A few dishes and my computer, TV and clothes are all that's left."

"How about looking for an apartment?" I asked.

"Oh, I was going to take a load of stuff home the week before graduation. I thought I would take a day to start then. I had been planning on staying at Mom and Dad's."

Lara had her calendar app open.

"Let's see," she said. "Weekend after this we're at Bill and Beth's. You can meet us at our place to get ready for Bill and Beth's."

"I'll be there in the afternoon," Beth said.

"Great! Hmm . . . how about this: Deb comes down Thursday afternoon to our place next week. She spends Thursday and Friday with us, and Friday night she's with us for the meet with Bill and Beth," Lara said.

"I can't wait," Deb said. "I'll bring the jazz club outfits."

Lara said, "Bring some business attire for Friday. I want to take you to work with me as a possible intern."

"I have just the outfit," Deb replied.

Lara looked at her calendar again and said, "The week after Bill and Beth, we can clear another day, if you want to come back for a couple of nights."

"I would really like to," Deb said. "I want to spend as much time as I can with you two before my parents meet you on graduation day. If we tell them, I'd like to have the most 'history' with you that I can get."

"Sensible girl. We can come back here to the resort the next weekend, too, if we can get a reservation. Then the next week you're coming down for the apartment search. You can spend Tuesday night at our place, then we'll do the apartment hunting on the next day and you can go to your parents' place as planned Wednesday night. After that, it's graduation day!"

Deb checked her calendar and exclaimed, "Shit, I have to work that Tuesday. Let me call the resort and see if I can switch with someone. I'll make the reservation for the two of you that weekend, too."

She was on the phone for a few minutes, and said, "All set. Kate wanted the weekend off and posted a request on the bulletin board. I told the on-duty supervisor I would switch with her. I have that Tuesday off, but I have to work Saturday when you're at the resort. It's only for eight hours, and we'll have the whole rest of the weekend to ourselves."

"Ooh. That gives me a thought. Let me work on it," Lara said.

Deb made the entries in her calendar and announced, "That's perfect, then."

"What sounds good today?" Lara asked.

"How about a trip to Ben and Jerry's?" I asked.

The girls thought it was a great idea, and we took off for Waterbury, Vermont. We stopped at antique shops and a few other stores. The gals picked up a few things, and on one leg of our journey they both sat in the back seat and tried on vintage clothes they had bought. The tint of the Jeep's windows gave them a little privacy, but I don't think they cared if anyone saw them in their bras.

The factory tour was fun at Ben and Jerry's and it ended, as always, with ice cream.

We had lunch at a local clam hut, and it was pretty good. Deb and Lara fed each other fried whole belly clams and giggled. I don't remember when my wife looked as innocent as she did then. They might as well have been two teenage girls on holiday.

Whenever we went into a store, both girls had developed a habit of holding my hands. I liked it. Most of the time people assumed she was our daughter and that we were an affectionate family. That was going to make sex with Deb that much hotter in my mind.

We managed to get through an entire morning and afternoon without sex. We didn't have to work at it, either. The three of us spent the day much the same way that Lara and I would have spent it had we been alone. It was fun and relaxing and reminded me that the relationship between Lara and me was based on a lot more than really, really great sex. Really, really, really great sex.

It was fun watching Deb and Lara interacting. They acted as if they had known each other for years. A casual hand on a shoulder, an arm lightly at the waist of the other, hair gently brushed from the other's face. I smiled whenever they went off together to look at something. Each of them looked at me lovingly when I was with the other.

Deb was amazingly sophisticated, and knew how to keep her end of the conversation up. It was hard to imagine that someone as young as Deb could keep up with a seasoned lawyer and a business owner.

On the way back to Deb's apartment Lara said, "It's been a long day. I could use a nap."

I pulled over, and Lara got into the back seat. She leaned against Deb, who held her in her arms, and went to sleep. I got a picture of them with my phone. I treasure it to this day.

We stopped at a market near the resort and picked up some food to take back to Deb's apartment for dinner.

I said, "Each one of us picks out a protein, a vegetable and a dessert ingredient. We meet at the bread aisle, and I'll figure out a way to incorporate them all for dinner."

Deb and Lara thought that was fun, and disappeared down different aisles.

I picked out veal cutlets, mushrooms and vanilla gelato.

I went to the bread aisle with the cart, and Deb showed up a minute later. She had half a pound of raw shrimp, some summer squash and pralines.

When Lara arrived, she had a package of lox, some asparagus and a pound cake.

I pondered the ingredients for a few minutes, and then selected a loaf of olive and rosemary ciabatta for bread, some shallots, a bottle of marsala wine, a sweet red onion, a lemon, some shredded cheddar and a jar of pineapple sauce. Deb said she had flour, garlic, olive oil and plenty of butter.

When we arrived at the apartment, I sautéed the onion, mushrooms and shallots, added some of the marsala to the mix along with a little lemon juice. I added the shrimp to the mixture with a little more liquid.

I breaded the veal and fried it quickly in butter.

I microwaved the asparagus and put the now-sliced squash into the oven with a little olive oil drizzle and a topping of shredded cheddar.

I took the shrimp out when they were barely cooked and peeled them. I removed the vegetables from the sauce and threw the shells back in the liquid to simmer for a few more minutes. Then I added butter, melted it in and strained the liquid into a bowl.

When everything was done, I put a piece of veal on the plate, added a layer of asparagus spears, sparingly placed a few thin strips of lox over the asparagus, and then topped the dish with shrimp, sautéed vegetables and strained sauce. I put a little of the now-browned squash on each dish to complete it, and put the bread and butter on the table.

I said, "Each person has to feed the person to his or her left. You can't touch your own food."

Deb looked at Lara, who was to her left, and said, "I would love to."

Deb took her knife and fork, and surgically sliced off a bite for Lara that amazingly had a little of each ingredient in the main dish. She held it up for Lara, who leaned forward to take the bite. Deb moved it back a bit.

"Just taste the sauce," she said.

Lara let Deb put a bit of sauce on her lips. I smiled. It was the same game Lara played with me the first day at the resort.

"Sam, you did it again. It's delicious. I was wondering how the lox would incorporate, but the lemon in the sauce blended it in beautifully. Deb, I'm ready for the bite."

She held her mouth open and moved toward Deb a bit. Deb moved it until it was almost in, then moved it back as Lara tried to bite it. She did this a couple of times.

When Lara gave her a look, Deb said, "Want it? I know you do. You can have it. Just tell me who's your mama? C'mon, Lara, who's your mama?"

Lara laughed, "Okay, you little minx, you're my mama. I give in. Now feed me."

Deb cut and fed several bites to Lara, buttered some bread and fed it to her, and gave her a sip of wine.

I held out a bite to Deb, and she made a yummy sound as she ate it. Lara fed me. Feeding each other in turn took a while, but we had fun doing it.

After the main course, I sliced the pound cake. I cut a disk out of the center of each slice and place it on a plate. I dribbled a little pineapple sauce into each cutout, placed a scoop of gelato over the sauce, and topped each scoop with a few pralines. The ladies enjoyed it.

Deb said she never really thought about pineapple sauce on ice cream because she never had it growing up. I said it was good under gelato, but it was really good over something else. Deb raised her eyebrows in question.

"Nipples," I whispered.

Deb looked at Lara and said, "I like pineapple sauce. Would you happen to have anything to serve it on?"

Lara leered and said, "I have two things on which to serve it," playfully accenting the corrected English.

"God, it makes me so hot when middle aged lawyers get pedantic," Deb said with mock-seriousness. Without turning to me, she continued by barking, "You, Cook, bring sauce, a warm wet towel and another slice of that cake with a hole in it. I'll be in the bedroom fucking a lawyer!"

"Yes, ma'am!" I said. "Be right there."

"And you," she said to Lara. "Column A: Both of us naked. Column B: You lying on the bed, me sucking things off you. Column C: You are the menu."

Lara said, "What about Sam?"

"He's Room Service. I'll make it up as we go. Now into the bedroom, little missy! I want to rip your clothes off."

Deb prodded Lara into the bedroom by pinching her butt from behind. Lara pranced and squealed in front of Deb. Again, they looked like two schoolgirls on a sleepover night.

I prepared a tray, put warm water on a hand towel, and went to the bedroom. Deb had already stripped Lara, and was down to her bra and panties herself.

"Leave 'em on," I said, pointing to Deb's underwear. "Turns me on. You look smokin' hot.

"Ah, Room Sevice. Put the tray over there. If you can spare a few moments, I'll find a tip for you. There's something I need to take care of first," Deb said. Turning to Lara, she corrected, "I mean there's someone I need to take care of first. Room Service Guy, bring me two slices of that cake."

I gave her two slices. I had cut them so they were three inch squares with a hole about an inch and a half in diameter.

Deb took the cake and placed one over each of Lara's nipples.

Like a surgeon asking for the next instrument, Deb held out her hand and said, "Topping!"

I put the jar in her outstretched hand. She used the spoon to place a little pineapple topping in each cutout. She handed me the jar.

"Lara, same rules as at dinner. No hands. You have to feed me."

"God I want your tongue on my nipples," Lara said with anticipation.

Deb bent down, and Lara used her hands to push up her left breast for Deb. Deb licked the tip of the nipple and Lara shuddered.

Deb ran her tongue around the circle of sauce, making Lara squirm with delight. Deb's hand moved down to Lara's pubic hair and she started to play with it.

I lay down on the bed and started to kiss Lara while Deb fondled and licked her. I put a dab of pineapple sauce on my lips and kissed Lara.

"She's tasting that right now," I said.

"Oh yeah," moaned Lara.

She kissed me hard until Deb's fingers went to her labia. She arched her neck and gasped. Deb ate the first piece of cake.

"Mmm. That was good. I want seconds."

Lara pushed her other breast up for Deb. Deb licked the sauce from her nipple and had just started on the cake when her fingers touched Lara's clit. Lara let go of her breast and clenched the bedspread with her fists.

I whispered, "I wish you had the view I have. Deb is kneeling over you in a bra and panties. Her breasts are hanging there, so inviting in her bra as she sucks on your tits. The look of her tongue circling your nipple is incredible. I can see her hand in your pussy."




Moonlight Window Ch. 04



That just about did it for Lara, and she screamed, "OH, OH, OH YESSS UNGHHH!"

Her face contorted with the orgasm, and I knew it was a powerful one. Deb kept at her for a few more seconds, and then let go of Lara. Lara collapsed back and lay still.

"Room Service Guy! The towel," Deb said.

I handed her the towel and she used it to clean the sticky sauce residue from Lara's breasts.

"You said you liked my outfit, eh, Room Service Guy?"

She stood and did a little shimmy.

"I like it a lot, ma'am."

"How would you like to touch me?"

"We're not allowed to interact that way with hotel guests, ma'am," I said, standing up.

She put her hands on my shoulders and said, "Not even to fuck me while my lesbian lover watches."

I could hardly answer by this time. Her right hand had gone to my crotch and was feeling my penis through my pants.

"I guess . . . it's . . . okay, then," I managed.

"Here's your tip, then," she said as she stepped back a step.

She raised her arms over her head to lift her breasts. She turned all the way around on the balls of her feed, accentuating her already firm legs and butt. She gave a little shimmy and turned back to me.

She unzipped my pants and reached inside.

Stroking my cock, she whispered, "I want this inside me. I'm going to push you onto the bed next to the woman I just finger fucked, and I'm going to get on top of you. I'm going to lean over you so you can feel my breasts under this bra."

This was right out of our fantasy Menu, and I was weak with anticipation.

With that, she undid and removed my shoes, socks, pants and shorts. She pushed me back on the bed next to Lara. Then she slowly lowered her panties and climbed onto the bed to straddle me.

"Sweetheart," she said to Lara. "Would you mind terribly grabbing Room Service Guy's cock and guiding it to my pussy?"

Lara did just that, and the feeling was again electric.

Deb rode me while leaning forward so I could fondle her breasts. I loved the feel of a woman's breasts inside lingerie while I was on the bottom. Lara almost never rode me without something on. She loved the feel, too.

Lara moved her hand from my cock to Deb's clit, and we fucked for fifteen minutes before Lara pushed my button again.

"I'd like to taste your cum, again, sweetie. Put some up inside Deb's tight little vagina for me, would you? I want you to watch as I lick it out of her."

I instantly exploded into Deb. The fingering and fucking had done their job on Deb, as well, and she came, too.

"Oh yeah, fuck me . . . eat me! Lara, your tongue! AHHHHHH"

Deb rolled off me, exhausted. Lara gave her a few moments to recover. She moved down to Deb's crotch and started to lick the cum that was dripping out of her cunt and onto the bedspread. Deb squirmed and wiggled, and Lara stopped after she had tasted enough.

Lara got some wine for all of us, and she rinsed out her mouth and lay next to Deb and me.

We talked about how good that was. Lara told Deb about my pizza delivery guy routine the week earlier.

My pants started to vibrate at the foot of the bed, indicating I was receiving a call.

When I answered, it was Bill.

"Sam, it's Bill. I've got Beth on speaker here, too."

I put my phone on speaker and said, "Hi, Bill. I have Lara and Deb here."

Bill said, "Great. Just firming up our plans for next week. Still coming Friday about five?"

"Looks like it," I replied. "And we're giving Deb some special treatments for her graduation present. Can the two of you make reservations at a jazz club? We're hitting the town in her honor."

"I've got just the outfit! We're gonna have fun!"

Lara said, "Beth, Deb can't wait to join our little game, either."

Beth giggled and said, "para servirle, amigas!" [Spanish for 'at your service, (female) friends']

"You bet you're gonna be," Lara answered back.

"Ooooo! Can't wait!" Deb exclaimed.

"We're good then?" asked Bill.

"Great," I answered. "See you then about five pm."

"Looking forward to it. Bye," Bill said and ended the call.

"We're set then," I said looking at Deb and Lara.

Watching my naked wife and Deb wearing only a bra while they listened to the phone call was unreal. These two women were comfortable around each other in just about any condition of dress. The fact that I was wearing only a shirt and my dick smelled like Deb's vagina didn't add any normalcy to the situation, either.

Deb looked at Lara and said, "There's probably only time for one more sex session before you two have to leave early tomorrow morning. Would you mind my making the Menu selection?"

Lara reached out to her and Deb went to her.

Lara said, "I can't wait, pet."

Deb looked her in the eyes and said, "Column A: All three of us buck naked. Column B: Sam's dick in me while I ride him cowgirl style. While he does that, I want you to use my vibrator on the head of Sam's penis."

Lara gave Deb a quizzical look and said, "How . . .?"

With a wicked smile, Deb said, "From inside my ass, Lara. I want you to use the vibrator on him from inside me."

Lara and I had never talked about double penetrations. Until last weekend, her ass was off limits. Now the thought of a DP on Deb seemed like a really good idea. I had never even remotely considered a DP with another man, but the thought of my willy being tickled through Deb's rectum and vagina walls was growing on me. Literally. My dick was pretty hard.

Lara assembled the equipment. Washcloth, towels, lube, vibrator and the new bottle of Purell that we had picked up that afternoon to augment the soap and water treatment on fingers and vibrators after anal.

Deb said, "Lara, get me ready and stick the vibrator in me. I want it in me when I mount my stud."

She got on her stomach, and Lara "primed the pump" with fingers full of lube. Deb played with my cock as Lara lubed her. I watched as my wife inserted the small vibrator into Deb's anus. Deb moaned with satisfaction.

Lara held it in place while Deb crawled into position and lowered herself onto my waiting penis.

"Deb, I love your cunt on my dick. I love to feel your tits in my hands," I said, reaching up for her breasts.

As I touched them, Lara turned on the vibrator. I gasped and Deb moaned. She started to ride me faster as Lara worked the vibrator. I could actually feel it inside our new sex toy. Deb's vagina wall was vibrating my dick.

We kept at this for a while until Lara decided to end my ride.

"Sam, I love watching you fuck this little girl. I like seeing your dick going in and out. My finger is on my clit, and I'm going to cum when I feel her rectum start to contract around this vibrator. Then you're going to watch me give her a rim job while she sucks you."

Over the edge again! Deb and I came together in one glorious orgasm.

I felt Lara turn the vibrator off and withdraw it from Deb's ass. Deb's vagina convulsed on my dick as she did this, and it gave me a shudder.

Lara spoke to Deb as if she were a child, "Okay, sweetie, all better now? There's a good girl. Cunny and tushy feeling better?"

Deb rolled off and lay spread-eagle on the bed with a smile on her face.

Her reply to Lara was simply, "Loads."

"Elegant in its brevity," I said "Sweetie, can Deb and I return the favor in any way?"

"I'm bushed," Lara said. I could use some shuteye."

"Yeah," Deb said. "I heard that old people need way more sleep . . . OW!"

Deb's jest had been interrupted by a pinch on the tender part of her inner thigh by Lara. The pinch was followed by a kiss on the same place that made Deb shudder.

"Nn . . . nnn," was all she could muster.

"Still a bit sensitive are we?" Lara said crawling next to her and hugging her.

I set my alarm and turned out the lights. I crawled into bed and wrapped my arms around Lara. I was asleep in minutes.

Deb's Apartment Day 3: Parting is such sweet, sweet sorrow

In the morning I awoke to find Lara already dressed. My alarm hadn't gone off yet.

"We got up a little early, Sweetie. It'll give us enough time for breakfast together before Deb has to leave for work."

By the time I had showered and dressed, breakfast was ready. I noticed that Lara had packed most everything, too.

Over breakfast, we reminded Deb that we were going to help with her apartment cost so we wouldn't worry about her and so that she would be able to live closer to us.

"I don't want to seem like a burden, but I understand. I'll be happy to accept," she said.

After breakfast, Lara packed the remainder of what wasn't already in our suitcase, and we said goodbye to Deb.

We all hugged and kissed. The girls teared up again. Deb was still waving to us as we went around the first corner.

Home, Sweet Home: Your Partners should know you want to hire your cuddle toy

On the way home, we had some things to discuss.

"We need to think about how we are going to explain our relationship with Deb. There's her parents to consider, and then there's work. If you are going to have her working as a consultant, Dear, the other partners might wonder why you're looking at her ass or coming out of your office flushed after she gives you a 'briefing.' I doubt the two of you can hide your feelings for each other for long."

Lara thought for a while and then said, "I think I'm okay either way at work. We're a pretty open bunch, and I suspect Fred . . . the partner, not the IT guy . . . may be gay. I'll have to tell the partners, of course. No one seems to mind sexual differences at the firm. For the rest of the staff, I'll leave that end to Deb. We're also going to have to leave telling her parents to her as well. One of the reasons for the apartment is for the sake of her parents."

"You don't mind your co-workers knowing your gate swings both ways now?"

"Delicately put, as always, Sam," Lara responded with a gentle poke. "But no, I really don't think I mind. I have been so frustrated being aroused around Carmen and Helen, but not being able to tell them why. If Deb wants to come out, I'll have a release for my frustration, I guess. This is all so new . . . I'll just have to see how Deb feels, and we'll take it from there."

I said, "I think that will be a boost for Deb, too. I have a feeling it wouldn't do much for her self esteem to think of herself as our 'dirty little secret.'"

"I agree."

The ride home was interrupted by a few stops at shops and lunch at the Cracker Barrel in Londonderry, NH. The food there was consistently good, and they have a great selection of comfort food.

When our waitress dropped the straw for my iced tea, she gave me a clean one and bent down to pick up the dropped one off the floor. That provided a good down blouse shot for Lara, and she gave me a look.

After the waitress left, I said, "Don't you dare! One hot little waitress on the side is already wearing me out!"

Lara laughed and said, "Just for Column C, dear. Just for Column C."

When we got home, we unpacked and sat for a while in the living room. I got each of us a glass of chilled white wine, and we cuddled for a bit and relaxed.

"Can I suggest a Menu for a little afternoon delight?" I asked.

"Always," was the reply.

"Column A: Me naked, you in a black bra and the half slip with the pink bow at the top of the slit.

"Column B: You on top of me. That's it.

"Column C: Nothing. I just want to have sex watching my wife on top of me. No waitresses, no rocks on mountains, no delivery guys. Just my eternal lover."

Lara kissed me, a tear in her eye. She took me to the bedroom, and she undressed me. When I was naked, I got onto the bed. She slowly stripped, then went into the walk-in closet. She emerged in a black push-up demi bra and the slip with the pink bow.

We lay next to each other and caressed and kissed. I played with her breasts and then slowly moved my hand inside the waist of her slip. Feeling her becoming aroused turned me on immensely, as always.

I kissed her neck and worked my way down to her breasts. With my fingers slowly circling her labia, I began to kiss her breasts. I pulled each cup down just enough to expose each nipple, sucked for a while, and then pulled the cup back up.

In ten minutes or so, Lara sat up and straddled my dick. She took it and silently guided it into her pussy. The feel of her silky slip on my thighs was intense. I ran my hands over her hips, and then to her breasts.

She fucked me slowly for another ten minutes or so, and then reached down to finger her clit. She arched her back and moaned as she did this. I waited until she was near climax, and then I pulled the cups of her bra down and started to pinch her nipples. I was having a hard time not cumming at this point.

She moved up and down faster and faster.

I finally broke the silence and said, "Watching you masturbate is going to make me cum!"

We both climaxed together, gasping and grunting with pleasure as her vaginal muscles contracted around my penis. She pumped me until I had to push her off to the side.

We lay there for a few minutes, and then she rolled toward me. She kissed me and wrapped her arms around me.

"We just had the wildest week of sex either of us could have imagined. You and I did things we never dreamed possible in real life. Yet you can still get off with just me alone. No toys, no fantasies. Thank you, Sweetie. That was the best present you have ever given me."

"Para servirle," I said. "Para servirle."

"Yes you are," Lara whispered in my ear. "And I'm eternally yours."

We spent the weekend catching up on email, sorting through the stack of mail that arrived when our mail hold expired on Saturday, and answering the few messages that were on the land line.

Lara and I cleared the day after Deb was to arrive so we could do something together. Lara wanted to take Deb to work the following day to meet the staff and partners as a possible intern until Deb passed her boards.

We did some work on Sunday so we could clear that day for Deb a bit easier. Lara also looked through the Sunday paper for apartments and found a few likely candidates.

First meeting at home: You can't deny you love a cupcake that needs to be filled from both ends.

The afternoon Deb was to arrive, Lara was a wreck. She was pacing back and forth in the living room. I fixed her a wine cooler and sat her down for a minute.

"Are you really that nervous?" I asked. "Are you having doubts? If you want to back out for any reason, I'll support you. You know that. I love Deb to pieces, but it's nothing compared to the way I feel about you."

Lara gave me a hug.

"I do have doubts. Of course I do. We both have had a few days to get back to our lives, and last week seems so unreal. It was an avalanche of emotion, and I need confirmation that my feelings are real."

"What can I do?" I asked.

"Nothing. I'll know the instant I see her. I'm confident with our decisions, but I need to see her face to face."

"Okay," I said. "Let me know if there is anything I can do."

Lara got up and began to pace again. Fifteen minutes later, the doorbell rang. Lara froze. I went to the door.

Standing there was our Deb. She was dressed in the same dress as the first time we had gone out together, a cotton summer dress with a nautical-theme print and a sailor collar. She was wearing the same Bakelite jewelry and the same tan sandals. She had wrap-around sunglasses, a wide-brimmed white straw hat, and a rolling suitcase at her side. She had an oversize purse over her shoulder.

I held out my arms, and she stepped through the door and hugged me. Our lips met, and she tasted even better than I remembered. Before my hands could go exploring, she broke the embrace.

She took off her glasses, set her purse down and said, "Where's the love of our lives?"

I pointed to the living room.

Deb saw Lara standing there nervously, and said, "Lara, I have been searching my emotions the past few days. It's been a roller coaster. Finally, I turned off all the lights last night and sat alone and still on my bed. I searched my deepest feelings, and finally came to the realization that my love for the two of you is as real as it gets.

"Lara, Sweetheart, I need you to tell me that you feel the same way."

Lara's hesitation melted in an instant. The two rushed to each other, and they embraced, not with wild abandon, but with tenderness.

They kissed and caressed for ten minutes, each enjoying the feel of the other in her arms.

I pulled the suitcase inside the house. As I did, I saw Mrs. Wilmington, our neighbor across the street, looking at me as she was watering her lawn.

Not that she was a neighborhood gossip or anything, but I thought to myself, "Great. By Noon tomorrow people in New Jersey and Maine will know I was kissing a young girl. So much for keeping Deb a secret."

"Would you like anything to drink?" I asked.

"Just her," Deb replied. "I just finished a soda."

"I can help with that," I said.

"Column A: The two of you start the way you are and alternate taking off one piece of clothing at a time. Stop when you are down to your slips. Panties and bras off. I'll be naked by then.

"Column B: You and Lara are going to try a little sixty-nine so I can watch."

"Oh, God, yes!" exclaimed Lara.

"Column C: The crowd fantasy. I'm going to tell you what all the 'people watching' are doing."

Before I was finished, Deb was unbuttoning Lara's top and taking it off.

Lara took off Deb's hat.

Lara's skirt was next, followed by Deb's dress.

"Leave the jewelry," I instructed.

Deb's slip was lowered to remove her bra, and Lara's camisole was gently lifted over her head. Next were each other's panties. Both girls were bare legged, and their sandals were removed as the panties came down.

The last thing to come off was Lara's bra.

I took them to the bedroom and simply said, "Get each other wet."

In an instant they were on the bed, fondling, fingering and feeling every part of each other. I loved it, as always when their hands went inside each other's slips to caress the flesh below.

I sat in the easy chair in the corner to watch the show. I had a towel ready.

Deb made the first move. She slid down to kiss Lara's nipples, licking, pinching and sucking on the left, and then the right. She continued to kiss her way down to the waist of Lara's navy half slip. She took the elastic in her teeth and lowered the waist until Lara's pubic hair was visible. She buried her face in the soft curls, causing Lara to moan softly.

Deb's hand went under the hem, and she slid her hand north to Lara's thighs.

"Spread your legs, honey."

Lara closed her eyes and spread her legs.

Deb slowly ran her hands up to Lara's labia. She circled, toyed and teased until Lara was well-aroused.

Deb sat up and straddled Lara, facing her. She leaned down so Lara could fondle her breasts, and she lifted the hem of her rose-colored slip to expose her pussy. She reached down and started to finger herself.

"Pinch my nipples, lover. Through the lace. I want to feel you pinch them until they almost hurt."

Lara obliged to the sound of Deb moaning, "Hmmmm."

Suddenly, Deb got off Lara and turned around on her hands and knees. She lifted a leg over Lara and lowered her pussy towards Lara's face. She lowered her own head and began to lick my wife.

My erection was so hard I barely had to touch myself to bring pleasure.

"The two of you are in a dimly lit room," I began. "You are on a bed in the middle of the room. There are singles and couples seated around the room. Suddenly a spotlight is on the two of you.

"Couples are petting and rubbing on each other now. Single men and women have their hands on their cocks and cunts, and are masturbating. Couples have their hands inside their partner's clothes."





Moonlight Window Ch. 04



Lara and Deb were obviously enjoying my tale, as they started licking harder and moaning.

"The two of you have the watchers really hot. A woman pulls out a big dildo and starts using it on her partner as she looks at the two of you. Several couples are now fucking. The men want to fuck you and the women are telling each other that they want to lick your pussies. A single guy goes over to a couple fucking, lubes his dick and sticks it in her ass. She is screaming with pleasure now. A woman puts on a strap-on and says she wants to fuck Deb next."

Both women were on the brink, and my last image sent them over. They came together, slurping and bucking wildly. Watching them was too much for me, and the towel covered a huge ejaculation.

The gals collapsed, with Deb to one side, still pointing south. She idly played with Lara's pubic hair while Lara caressed Deb's legs.

"That was great, Sam," Lara finally said. "I came so hard I almost couldn't stand it."

"Me too. That was a hell of a tale you were weaving there, buddy," Deb added.

Lara said, "Except for the buggering part, it's a fantasy we have used before. Pet, you are going to be in for some really erotic storytelling during sex. We have a couple of decade's worth in Column C."

"Can't wait."

"Not always wild, though," I added. "When we got home, it was just about the two of us."

Deb swung around to face Lara and she kissed her.

"'Just us' is just as sexy, Sweetheart. I can get off with just the thought and sight of the two of you just as easily."

Looking at them, I was content beyond my wildest imagination.

"I think I have you figured out," I said.

"Oh," Lara replied. "A man who thinks he understands women. There's a first!"

Deb laughed.

"No, really, I think I can explain it."

"Okay, Mister Industrial Flow Chart. Explain it," Lara taunted.

"All right. First, both of you like men and women, but you don't really want to fool around with casual relationships, right?"

Both nodded.

"Lara, you found a new sensation with Beth, but the relationship isn't a continuous, permanent one. More like a fling. That left something missing in the needs department. She's okay for hobby sex, but not a permanent relationship.

"Deb, you were dissatisfied with casual lovers, and didn't know how you could have both men and women in a permanent relationship without cheating on either the man or woman in your life."

"Fairly accurate, so far," Deb said.

"Deb, you found a woman with whom you could have the kind of romantic sex you craved, and as a bonus, she had someone with a dick to satisfy your heterosexual cravings, as well. The fact that I love you is a bonus."

Deb giggled and nodded enthusiastically.

"Lara, you found a woman with whom you could share and act out your deepest fantasies, including your fantasy of watching me fuck another woman. In this case, it's safe, because she's not my lover. She's your lover, and you are sharing her with me only when you are there. Even though my dick is in her, it's your sexual will that is driving the act. You know it will never be just me and her."

Deb raised her hands in the air and pretended to faint forwards, the way she had done at dinner that night in Vermont.

"There is a man who understands women. I don't believe it!"

We laughed for a while, and the girls motioned for me to join them. I lay between them.

Lara said, "That was probably pretty close, Sam. I guess my lesbian side needs a woman I can share with you 'cause I can't think of having sex without you."

We talked for a while, and Lara eventually said, "We have time for another round before dinner. Can I do the Menu?"

"Give it to me," I said.

"I think I would like the same Menu selections we had the other day, but with Deb using the vibrator on your dick from inside me."

My dick got hard at the thought of it.

"Deb, make sure that thing doesn't deflate while I get the fixin's," Lara said as she pointed to my erection.

"Yes, Ma'am!" Deb said, and she reached out to gently touch the head of my dick. "I'm going to finger your dick, Sam, when your wife isn't here. Maybe kiss it. How does that make you feel?"

"Shut up and suck it, you tease," I replied.

Lara came in a minute later and laughted.

"I told you to make sure it didn't deflate. I didn't know you were going to have to manually inflate it."

The oddest feeling I think I have ever had during sex was Deb choking as she laughed with my dick almost to her tonsils. I can't even describe it. I laughed too.

Lara had her own vibrator, the towels and cleaning stuff, and the lube. She got into position on the bed, and I watched Deb insert finger after finger of lube into my wife's light brown anus.

Watching our young new friend fingering Lara's anus was really erotic, too. Lara leaving herself so vulnerable to Deb showed a huge measure of trust.

I kissed Lara and felt her breath catch as the vibrator went inside her.

"Lara, it turns me on to know that you just let a woman stick a dildo up your rectum. I want to feel it on my dick."

Lara groaned with excitement when I said that, and she swing around to straddle me. I knew that she found the penetration and the watching equally erotic. Deb had one hand holding the vibrator in place, and the other on my penis to guide it into my wife's vagina. Lara lowered herself down onto me, and Deb started to work the vibrator in and out. I could feel it move, and the sensation was electric again.

Both Lara and I let out loud grunts when Deb turned on the vibrator. It was slightly larger and a little more powerful than Deb's, and the sensation was stronger than I had felt before.

Lara rode me like a jockey, with her ass in the air, and Deb fucked her with the vibrator. Ten, maybe fifteen minutes of incredible sensation.

Deb provided the commentary, "I love the feel of your ass, Lara. It's smooth and sexy. I love to see Sam's big cock disappearing inside of you with each thrust. I think of how it feels to have his shaft inside me when I'm sitting on him as you watch. I love to see his face when I hit the tip of his dick with the vibrator I have inside you right now."

She knew we were both on the brink, and she finished us with, "I hope there's some wine cooler left 'cause I'm gonna need it to rinse out my mouth after I eat his creampie out of your cunt. That's right, I'm going to lick and suck your cunt with this vibrator still in your ass!"

Both of us came hard. We were both yelling syllables mostly composed of g, h and n, and I'm sure our faces both had tight grimaces on them. My eyes were closed tightly and I couldn't even form words.

Lara and I collapsed in a heap. Deb couldn't make good on her creampie offer because she had been rubbing on her own clit, and was now spread-eagle next to us with one hand on her clit and the other fingering her pussy. The vibrator was on a towel next to her, still going. Lara and I watched casually as Deb reached her own orgasm.

Lara reached out and caressed her hair, saying to me, "Our darling Deb is sure cute, isn't she?"

After a few minutes, Lara cleaned the vibrator and Deb cleaned Lara's anus. Deb got a new washcloth and cleaned my penis.

"She's so thoughtful," mused Lara.

"First rule of action toys," grinned Deb. "Keep them well maintained and they'll service you forever."

We all laughed again, but I did tell her that felt good, and either lady could do that to me any time they wanted.

It was getting late, and I said, "Ladies, we need to get ready for dinner. We're going to the Tuscan Village, Deb."

"I've wanted to go there for ages," she replied.

"We both love it," Lara said. "Great Italian food, though Sam mostly goes there for the long-bone rib steak. I love the wild mushroom ravioli."

"Hey," I said with a smile. "That steak has Italian seasonings."

Lara took Deb down the hall to the first guest room. It has its own bathroom, and we felt that it would be the best for Deb.

I came in with Deb's suitcase and set it up on a folding stand from the closet.

"Deb, we need to talk about the sleeping arrangements. Lara and I have thought long and hard about this and we have come to one inescapable conclusion."

"What's that?" she asked with anticipation.

"We came to the conclusion that we don't have any idea what the fuck we're doing, and we need you to tell us what you think would be good. The two of us are clueless. We've never done this before, and we certainly don't want you to feel unwanted in our bedroom at any time."

Deb cracked up.

"This is fairly new to me, too," she laughed. "I know I need to leave just the two of you alone sometimes, but I really like waking up to you two, too."

"Alliterative," I said. Just like one of my favorite movie lines."

"Oh, God, here we go again. Another of Sam's endless bundles of wit," Lara said with rolling eyes.

Before I could respond, Deb's face lit up and she said, "Wizard of Oz! 'Toto too?' Am I right?"

Lara clapped her hand to her forehead in anguished disbelief as I have Deb a high five.

"Good grief, there's two of them!" she lamented. "I'm in Hell. I've died and gone to Bad Joke Hell!"

Deb and I put our arms around her and Deb said, "Your own special torture, Honey."

"I expect some world class fucking as payment, you two," Lara responded.

"Para servirle, sweetie, para servirle." Deb purred in her ear.

"One thing I thought about today while I was watching the two of you," I said, "is once in a while I would like you to spend a night in here with Deb, Lara. I don't care if you have sex or not. I just think the two of you embracing and lying next to each other is beautiful. I just want to hear about the next day."

Lara gave me a kiss, saying, "Sam you old softy. I would like to do that once in a while if Deb wants it, too."

Deb embraced me and cooed, "Thank you Sam. I never expected that. It's sweet, and I would love to cuddle with the sexiest woman I know once in a while by ourselves."

We left Deb to get dressed, and we went to freshen up and get dressed ourselves. Deb met us in the living room wearing the classy outfit she had worn when she arrived. I was in a coat and slacks with an open collar shirt, and Lara was wearing a dark green dress with a flouncy skirt. Almost like a swing dress.

We got in the Jeep and drove to the Tuscan Village in Salem, New Hampshire, about forty-five minutes away.

When we got there, we entered with one lady on each of my arms. We were seated in the middle of the room.

Since there were three of us, we ordered a couple of appetizers and salads. Lara ordered the wild mushroom dish, and I ordered my usual tomahawk steak. It had a long bone still attached to the best part of the rib steak.

Deb ordered the boar entrée.

"My Dad's a hunter," she said. "I love wild game."

The waiter suggested a wine to pair with our meals, and it was excellent.

The entrées and appetizers had filled us up to the point that three desserts would be a waste. We ordered the three-cannoli plate to share.

Deb and Lara picked up their cannoli and gave each other a look. Lara held hers out to Deb and Deb gave me a wicked look. Then she licked the filling from the end of Lara's treat. Lara did the same to Deb's treat, and they went back and forth, licking and nibbling the cannoli until they were gone.

During their performance, I noticed two elegantly-dressed women at a nearby table. One had seen what Deb and Lara were up to, and she motioned for the other to watch. As Deb and Lara did their act, I could see the first one blush and start to breathe a little harder. She reached out and squeezed the other lady's hand.

When Deb and Lara were nearly done, I nodded for them to look in the direction of the two women. My gals turned around and gave them a little smile, then licked each other's index finger. I thought the first of the two ladies was going to faint. Her companion gave Lara and Deb a little golf clap.

After we finished our coffee, paid the check and got up to leave we walked by the table where the two of them were just starting their entrees.

The second of the two gave me a sotto voce "I'm jealous."

I winked.

When we got to the Jeep, Lara thought of another Column C entrée.

"Oh, driver!" she said to me, "The prom wore us out. My date and I are exhausted. Would you get the doors for us?"

"Yes, Ma'am," I said, pretending to tip a hat.

I opened the door for each, and they climbed into the back seat from each side.

"You may take me to my home now driver. My date will be sleeping over at my house, and I intend to have my way with her tonight."

"Oh, Lara," Deb cooed, "I'm glad I went to the prom with an older girl. I love it when you're being so forceful."

"I usually get what I want, young Deb."

As we drove, I saw them kissing. Suddenly Deb bolted upright.

"Lara, don't put your hand up there. The driver might see."

"Don't worry about it my innocent young thing, he can't see that far down in his rear view mirror."

It was true. I couldn't see below Deb's breasts.

"But I'll bet he can see this," Lara said as her hands roamed over Deb's breasts.

Deb said, "Oh, I don't know if I want him to see that, Lara."

"Don't you find him hot?" Lara asked.

"Oh, yes!"

"Would you like to take him to bed?"

"I've never been with a man," Deb said sheepishly.

"We'll have to take care of that later," Lara said, winking at me in the rear view mirror.

They kissed and petted for about half an hour. Lara must have gotten a little more serious, because Deb's head was now against the headrest, and her eyes were closed. Lara held her fingers up to Deb's face.

"I want you to lick my finger and tell me how you like the taste of your own pussy juice."

Deb licked her finger and said, "I love it. Would you like to taste it too?"

Without a word, Lara disappeared from view in my rear view mirror. Deb gasped.

"Hold your skirt up, Deb, so I can eat your pussy better," Lara said.

Deb's hands, holding the hem of her dress, now appeared in my rear view mirror.

Deb was getting hotter and hotter. I could tell that she was getting ready to cum. We stopped at a red light next to a woman in a pickup truck. I saw her window was open. I used the driver's control to lower the window in the back seat on her side of the Jeep.

I said, "Ladies, there is a woman in a truck next to us who is about to get an eyeful."

That sent Deb over, and she came with grunts and strains as Lara licked her.

The woman heard Deb moaning, and her mouth dropped when Deb climaxed.

I lowered my window as the light turned green, and said, "We're a full service limo company, Ma'am."

I winked and drove off. The woman was still at the intersection with her mouth open as she watched us drive off.

The ladies were kissing and groping now.

"That was so, so hot!" said Deb.

The gals giggled and whispered until we got home.

Once the Jeep was in the garage and the door was down, the two of them got out.

"Oh, Driver," Lara asked, "could you please perform another service for us?"

"Happy to assist any way I can," I replied with a snap of my imaginary hat.

"Well, it seems that my tender young prom date is a virgin. I was wondering if you could assist me with changing her status."

"We're a full service company, Ma'am. Happy to assist. Will porking her over the fender of my other car suffice? I'd have you use the Jeep, but the hood's probably a bit warm. I have a blanket to put over the fender."

"That will do fine. Deb! Come over here and lean over the fender of this nice man's car."

"Yes, Ma'am. Will this hurt at all?"

"Oh, heavens, no. It will slip right in. Your pussy is tight, but I think you will enjoy the experience immensely. I certainly do whenever I can."

"Oh, good. I'm so happy I chose an older girl to go to the prom with. You know so much."

Lara said, "I'm glad you are happy. Now pull your panties down and lift up your skirt for this nice driver."

Deb lifted her skirt after dropping her panties. Lara put the blanket over the fender, and leaned Deb forward onto it.

"You may now fuck my prom date, my good man," she said to me.

I unzipped my fly dropped my pants and shorts. With all of that talk, I was hard and Deb was really wet. My wife guided my penis into her plaything's pussy. She stood there and watched as I fucked Deb.

"How does that feel inside you?" she asked Deb.

"Just dreamy," Deb said.

That was the last thing she could say in character. Lara reached around her and started to rub on her clit. I fucked her from behind while she was being fingered, and she started to gasp and moan. I was close to coming, and so was Deb.

"Do you know what I brought to clean the cum from your pussy, Deb?" Lara whispered in Deb's ear.

"Uh-uh," was all Deb could say.

Lara said, "This," as she used her tongue to lick Deb's ear.

I came hard inside Deb. She words and the sensation were enough for Deb, too.

"OH GOD!! AGHHHHHH!" she yelled as she came.

I hoped Mrs. Wilmington had her window open, because I was sure it was loud enough to make it across the street.

I pulled out, and Lara got under Deb and licked a few times, but Deb was so sensitive that she had to push Lara away.

We all straightened up and went inside. I fixed drinks for all of us, and we flopped down into the couch, exhausted.

We put on Casablanca. We all knew it so well that we took turns saying the lines along with the actors.

Afterward, Deb said, "Sex fantasies are really a big part of you two, aren't they? I suspected as much, and hoped I wasn't wrong."

"Talking, watching, pretending. That's what makes our bond so strong. We can do pretty much anything together."

"Watching and being watched seems to be a big component. Sam, can I have you watch while I do Lara? She missed out on the fun earlier, and I wouldn't want her to feel left out."

"Love it. What's the Menu?"

"Column A: Her and I in whatever lingerie you pick out."

"Column B: Me doing her with tongue, fingers and vibrator, starting with her spread-eagle on the bed."

"Column C: . . . Well, just wait and 'C,'" she said with a grin.

The ladies went to the bedroom and stripped. I went to the walk-in and picked out a black half slip, a garter belt and stockings and a tight stretchy camisole for Lara. I wanted Deb in just the slip she was wearing.

When I had them dressed properly, I told them, "Begin."

I sat down on the easy chair to watch and masturbate.

Deb kissed Lara and paid a little attention to her breasts, but that wasn't what she had in mind for Column C.

"How much do you like me fucking you, Lara?"

"A lot, Deb, a lot."

"Pull up your slip so I can do it to you now!"

Lara looked unsure at the table-turning Deb was doing after their roles during the Jeep ride, but she did as instructed.

"Masturbate for me, Lara. Put your fingers on your clit and in your cunt and tell me how much you want me to do you."

"I want your fingers and tongue on my pussy, Deb. I want that vibrator inside me. I want Sam to watch you do me."

"Open your cunt lips. Now!"

Lara did so, and Deb bent down and licked my wife, who squirmed and moaned as Deb ate her. Deb kept this up for at least ten minutes, and then lubed the vibrator and stuck it in Lara's pussy. Lara moaned and ground against it when Deb turned it on.

"Sam is hard, Lara. He is masturbating while he watches me fuck you with a dildo. Is that what you like? Do you like to lay there with your legs apart and your pussy open while a lesbian fucks you with a dildo?"

"OH . . . OH . . . OH GOD YESSSSS!" Lara screamed as she came.

Deb removed the vibrator, which made Lara shudder.

I came into a wad of tissue. I couldn't get enough of watching Deb and Lara, and every orgasm was great!




Moonlight Window Ch. 04



Deb motioned for me to go them, and we all lay together.

Deb said in a serious tone, "Lara, I don't think I like ordering you to do stuff, even in fantasy. I don't look at you that way. I think I might like to try it on Beth, though. Would you mind?"

"Heavens, no, Pet. I'd like that."

"There's something else . . . I . . . I . . . I'd like to try with Beth," she said, blushing.

"What, sweetie? Don't be shy. You can tell us anything. What would you like to do with Beth?"

Deb started slowly, but gained momentum as her courage increased.

"Remember . . . remember what I did with my sister that summer after I graduated?"

"Yeah, but we said we wouldn't impose that role-play on you," I said.

"Deb, Sam . . . I've kind of changed my mind. I was honest when I said it embarrassed me because I had made love to my sister. What I left out was that I still fantasize about how it felt the first few times to have her make love to me and then lay there in each other's arms, blissfully basking in the afterglow.

"It was one of the most erotic chapters in my life. I don't want you to tell Beth where it came from, but it would turn me on so much to have the two of us play first time, experimenting sisters, and you our mother."

"Oh, God, that's hot," Lara said. "What do you think, Sam?"

What I thought was pretty obvious, as I was stoking another erection.

The girls giggled, and took turns going down on me. Each time they swapped, they kissed each other and licked my dick together.

When Lara was sucking me, Deb whispered things like, "I want to fuck you so bad, Daddy, but I want you to watch me fingering my sister Beth first."

When Deb sucked me, Lara whispered, "You naughty man! Sitting there masturbating while you watch your daughters eat each other out. I'll have to supervise them, of course and teach them how to eat pussy."

Back and forth, they teased me and excited me with their sex talk and oral sex.

It wasn't long, of course, before until I exploded in Lara's mouth.

"I want some, I want some," Deb said like a three year old looking at candy.

Lara obliged, and they shared my load, then rinsed with what was left of Lara's wine cooler.

We turned off the lights.

As I went to sleep, I thought how strange it was to think about Beth and Deb that way. Fucking or watching willing adult sisters or daughters in a fantasy was hot, but only in fantasies.

It showed that you have to be really careful not to allow some fantasies to become reality. Lara and I did not have children. Not by choice: there were biological reasons that prevented it. We did have nieces and nephews, though, and we were very protective of them. One had to draw the line somewhere.

I had to wonder about Deb and her sister. Deb felt embarrassed about the episode with her sister, but she had apparently enjoyed it immensely. It actually changed her self-assigned orientation. It bothered her a bit, but not so much that she didn't want to suppress her desire to recreate it.

Under the right circumstances, it might be a good idea to have a clarification session with Deb and her sister to try to alleviate the embarrassment on both their parts. I'd have to talk to my genius wife to figure out a way to do that. Maybe clear the air for Deb and her sister.

As I drifted off, I thought, "I don't even know Deb's sister's name . . ."

A trip to the Law Firm: Is it wrong to make your law partner's dick hard?

The next morning was a work day. I got up a bit early and made a simple breakfast. Eggs with chive cottage cheese scrambled in, toast and coffee. And bacon.

Deb and Lara came in about the time I was finishing, and they looked marvelous. Lara was dressed in her usual work uniform of a business suit. Deb was in a pants suit with a mauve blouse. Sensible shoes. Minimal jewelry.

"Very tasteful, Deb," I said. "Businesslike."

"I just put in well over two thousand hours in an internship with a couple of very professional psychologists. They taught me how to dress for the profession in the first week of the program. They emphasized that you have to tailor your attire for the benefit of the client."

"How so?" Lara asked.

"Well, for the average client, what I have on is appropriate. When we did group sessions for recovering alcoholics, though, we dressed business casual or even casual. For sessions with kids, business casual with a few touches was the rule. Maybe a Disney pin or a Muppets ID lanyard. That sort of thing."

"Costumes to fit the occasion," Laura summed up.

"Exactly. Make the client comfortable and less focused on what you are wearing."

"Yeah, costumes," I said, leering at Lara. "We like costumes!"

"Sam, you're an incorrigible old goat!" Lara scolded, throwing a corner of her toast at me. "Deb and I are having a serious conversation and you turn it to sex."

"Oh, Lara, I think he's cute," Deb said. "Depraved, but cute. A sexual monster, but cute. The horniest man ever to own a dick, but cute . . ."

"Enough, already. I get it!" I interrupted. "I get it: I'm cute."

All three of us cracked up and Deb threw a piece of toast at me.

We had a little time before we had to leave. Deb went to the fridge and poured a small glass of cranberry juice. Lara and I poured another cup of coffee.

Over our drinks I said, "Lara and I were wondering how you wanted to play your relationship with us. Lara told the staff earlier this week that she was bringing someone in to work who we met at the resort. No lies, but not everything."

Lara continued, "They know that you are a graduating grad student who has finished her internship. We met you at the resort, where you have been a part time waitress. We think you are bright enough to have a good future consulting for us, and you would make a good intern."

"There's another thing that we need to tell you. Sam had one of his guys run a background check on you. It was just after we met, and he did it to protect me. I hope you understand."

"Sam, you're a sneaky little shit, just like my father. That's the kind of thing he would do. But over the years, I learned that he does it to protect the ones he loves, so yes, I do understand. He's run them on a couple of the shadier people I've dated, and he ran one on my sister Linda's boyfriend before they got engaged."

"Her name is Linda, then. Good to know," I said. "Any other siblings?"

"One brother, Ron, Jr. Guess what my Dad's name is? My mom's name is Sue."

Lara said, "After I told the staff about you, I had to tell my other partners what our relationship really is. It was morally and professionally incumbent upon me to disclose that, but in the strictest confidentiality. First I told them that Sam and I had expanded our marriage to a threesome. At least one of the partners started to breathe a little harder.

"When I told them that our significant other was you, Deb, I'm sure one or two had hard-ons. A couple of them didn't get up and leave the conference room when the rest of us left. They pretended to need to shuffle some papers to give the tent in their pants some time to deflate.

"They're all good with what we're doing. No objections."

"I'm glad," Deb said. "You have some nice partners."

"We've been together for a long time. Helped each other with some strange shit over the years. Yeah, we're pretty tight.

"Now, Deb, how do you feel about the other employees? The ones with whom you will be working on a daily basis? We have several psychologists we use on an ad hoc basis for different situations. Do you want them to know? It's not against our firm's policy to have spouses and significant others working together. We just have a policy that one cannot directly supervise the other, with the exception of administrative assistants working for their own spouse. We have two partners, one male and one female, who have their spouses as AAs. It has to be disclosed, though. If they take you on as an intern, you will do work for all the partners, but you will be under the supervision of the Office Manager."

"Significant other, eh?" mused Deb. "I was resigned to the fact that I would probably never be a bride, but I'm warming up to 'significant other.' It would be nice to be significant."

"Deb, you are significant to us," Lara responded with a kiss on her cheek.

It was time to go to work. My day was the usual. Meetings and contracts. We were in the process of bidding on a subcomponent contact for Whittenstone up in New Hampshire. It was small potatoes for them, but it would nearly double my company's gross. In today's economy, I knew everyone would cut it close to the bone, and I figured that most of the bids would be close, dollar-wise. I was trying to find another angle to make our bid a "best value" one.

I left work early. I returned home to find my ladies relaxing on the patio with iced tea. I changed and joined them.

Deb was wearing a two-piece swimsuit. Not too daring. Modest top and boyleg bottom. Lara was in a one-piece with a really low back. I had put on a pair of surfer shorts.

I asked them how their day went.

"Very well," Lara replied. "Deb was well-received. We had a session with the partners, all of whom know our relationship, and they thought Deb was smart and charming and would make a good fit. A couple of them had personal questions, and when Deb answered them in a professional, straightforward way, they commented that she showed exceptional maturity for someone her age with just college and clinical experience in her field."

Deb grinned and said, "I played them like a cheap violin. I knew what they wanted, and I gave it to them exactly the way I assessed the situation. They wanted honest, and I looked everyone in the eye and gave them both barrels of honest. I sensed one was a might uncomfortable, and I answered his questions a bit more demurely."

"She played it well," Lara said. "And when she left, the other partners and I discussed her working there. My earlier revelation to about the two of us taking a mutual lover had worn off a little, and the reaction today was strange. I swear that two of the partners are neutral, but okay, one is a tiny bit nervous, and four were flat-out jealous!"

"Anyway, they offered Deb an internship for the summer with a possible recommendation for placement with one of the consulting firms we now use at the end of the internship if she passes her licensure. She'll get a stipend from the firm and sit in on some of the eight or nine cases on which we currently have psych consultants.

"One more thing, Deb. I didn't want to tell you until Sam got home."

Deb put her tea down and sat up.

"What, Lara?"

"Well, Pet, as a personal favor to me, the partners voted to give you a full ride if you want to go for your PhD. If you want it, that is."

"Lara, Sweetie! That's amazing!"

"It gets better," Lara continued. "We sponsor a program in town that's a 501(c)(3) charity. It provides pro bono legal advice and free psych counseling to inner city families. Our program recruits recent grads, and in exchange for their time, which is strictly on a volunteer basis, we pay the student loans of the volunteers. "

"Once you have your license, just apply and you're in. It's rewarding work, and many of the program's graduates continue to volunteer long after their loans are paid."

"It sounds like something I'd like to do. A number of my professors volunteer in programs like that, and they really encouraged us to participate, too. Getting my loan paid is really a plus. I can't thank you enough."

We took a quick dip, and then it was time to dress for the trip to Bill and Beth's.

Lara had some special additions to the vintage dress Deb had brought.

First Night at Bill and Beth's: You should always bring your host a wrapped gift when you visit for a weekend.

We dressed and then drove to Bill and Beth's. It was a quiet ride, with Lara and Deb smiling with the anticipation of what was to come.

When we arrived, Bill and Beth were waiting on their porch, drinks in hand. Bill was dressed in a white dinner jacket, very much like mine. He had a white shirt with onyx studs and a Tabasco® bow tie. His black pants with satin stripe and black cummerbund also matched mine. The main difference between us was my bright red bow tie.

Beth wore a deep blue satin décolleté gown with a loose floor length skirt and one shoulder bare. Her auburn hair was draped around her neck and over her bare shoulder. Her lips were scarlet and she had lavender eye shadow.

Her hat was the same shade as the dress, and the open net veil came mid-face. She had ecru satin gloves that ended just above the elbow.

They stood and invited us inside. Lara and Deb had been following close behind me to hide Deb as much as possible. Lara stepped around me and hugged Beth before I could. Lara was wearing a shimmering pink gown with faux pearl accents. Her black hat also had a veil that ended just below her nose. Her gown actually had a modest neckline that was well above the tops of her breasts. Her bra was one of those vintage ones that gave her breasts a pointy appearance under the gown.

Her white cotton gloves also ended above the elbow. Her skirt ended above the ankle, and it had a pencil skirt with a mid-thigh slit on the left side. When she walked, it showed that she had a black slip with a matching lace-trimmed slit and black stockings. The top of the stocking showed slightly, with a hint that it was held by a garter belt.

Lara and Beth looked at each other for a few seconds after their hug ended. Lara abruptly turned to Bill and held out her hand. Bill took it and kissed it.

"So pleased you could join us for the weekend, Lara," he said.

Beth instantly understood the context and looked down with folded hands in front of her in a subservient posture. I walked over to Bill, ignoring Beth.

I shook Bill's hand firmly, saying, "Damn glad to see you, old friend. So looking forward to a weekend on the town!"

Bill, Lara and I were playing the 1940's film noir shtick to the hilt, and we were having a ball doing it.

Bill looked over my shoulder at Beth and smiled at her quickened breathing.

"Looking forward to it myself, Sport," he replied. "Oh, I see you have brought someone. Introduce me to your friend?"

"Oh, it would be a pleasure. Deb, come here and meet our host," Lara interjected.

Deb stepped forward. She was wearing a turn-of-the-century cloak of Lara's. Burgundy with a black collar and gold braid frog closure. Lara and I used it for Column C fantasies about the "visiting nurse" and other tales. Around her waist was a three inch black satin ribbon, like a belt, and on the front was a scarlet bow.

"Bill," Lara continued, "this is our ward Deb. Deb, say hello to our host, Bill"

Bill took Deb's hand and kissed it, saying "Enchanted. Most completely enchanted."

Deb curtsied and said, "Thank you. I am very pleased to meet you, too, Bill."

Without looking at Beth, Lara said, "Beth, come here. I have a present for you to unwrap."

Beth came alongside Deb, but with her eyes still downcast.

"Deb, this is our ward Deb. She is here to assist me in dealing with you. You may not address her as Mistress. You may only address her as Miss Deb. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Hearing the D/s relationship between Lara and Beth for the first time sent a shiver through Deb, and she flushed a bit with excitement.

"I have brought Miss Deb here to assist me with my needs. Do you like Miss Deb?"

"Oh, yes, Mistress. I think she is very pretty. I think I will enjoy her assisting you."

"What you think is of no interest to me, Beth. I have brought you a present, and you just stand there without unwrapping it."

Beth looked up at Lara with surprise at being scolded. She immediately turned to Deb.

"I'm sorry, Mistress. May I start now?"

"Yes."

Beth looked into Deb's eyes and smiled. Deb was shaking a little as Beth reached out for the bow. She pulled on the bow, and the bow and ribbon came free and dropped to the floor. Beth undid the gold cord frog and let the cape open slightly. She smiled at what she saw.

Deb turned around so that Beth could lift the cape from her shoulders. She stepped forward when she felt the weight of the cape come off her shoulders. Beth was stunned by what she saw.

Deb was in a black swing dress with crimson accents. The bodice was low and showcased Deb's white push-up bra that was strategically showing in the plunge of the neckline. Her black hat had a veil that just covered her eyes. She was wearing dark, dark red lipstick that was almost black. Her eye shadow and liner gave her eyes a dangerous look.

She was wearing black mid-forearm gloves. Her mid-calf dress revealed black fully constructed black stockings with seams. Her black high heels accented her calves.

On Lara's prearranged cue, Deb spun around to billow her flouncy skirt into a tulip shape. Beth gasped at Deb's elegant beauty. She was enthralled.

"Beth!" barked Lara, starling Beth and ending her trancelike gaze at Deb. "Hang up Deb's cloak. We are going out for dinner and dancing. There will be plenty of time to think about sex with Deb later. When we are out of this house you will not call me Mistress. You will call me Lara and she will be called Deb. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress."

That was all Lara could stand of this game.

She broke character saying, "Playtime's over," and hugged Beth. Beth grinned and hugged her back.

"Oh, God, Beth, I have missed you so much!"

"Lara, me too!"

"Did you like our little start?"

"Fuck yeah. Any more and we wouldn't be leaving this house for a while!"

Lara said, "Deb, this is the real Beth. What do you think?"

"Way better than I remembered. Sexy!"

"And you!" said Beth. "That outfit. Sexy, dangerous, mysterious. If you were a car, you'd be a Shelby Cobra or a 1930s Bugatti. Midnight black with red racing stripe. Oh, God, this is going to be a great weekend!"

"Hi, Beth," I said.

Beth looked embarrassed at having ignored me completely. She ran to me and gave me a big hug.

"I missed you, too, Sam."

Bill said, "Let's get going. We have reservations in half an hour."

We piled into his Mercedes and headed to the city. We parked in a public garage near Morton's and went inside for our dinner reservation. Their steaks are hard to beat, and that night was no exception. We had a two-hour, leisurely meal over get-to-know-you conversation with Deb.

"What did you think of our opening session?" Beth asked.

"Well, Lara obviously prepped me for it," Deb said, "but I wasn't sure how I would actually feel doing it."

"I hope you liked it, 'cause I would love you to 'assist' my mistress over there. I think the two of you would be hot."

"I have another hot flash for you, Beth," Lara said. "Deb wants a couple of 'specials' as a graduation present."

"Love it! By the way, congratulations, Deb!" Beth replied. "What do you have in mind?"

"Do you want to tell her, Deb?" asked Lara.

"Sure," Deb said and looked Beth right in the eyes with a steady gaze. "Beth, I hope you will get really kinky with me. I want two scenes. The first is walking in on you and Lara. You stop your petting and say how much you want me. Then the two of you make passionate love to me. The second one is kinkier."

"I love it! Tell me."

Deb paused provocatively, and then in a sotto voce whisper, said, "Sisters."

I thought Beth was going to faint. The look on her face was all that I needed to know that she wanted the fantasy as much as Deb. She almost melted, and she took Deb's hand and kissed it.

"With Bill and Sam watching, there's nothing that would get me off more except one thing."

"What?" Deb queried with anticipation.

"Lara gets to discover us and play our Mom."




Moonlight Window



"Forget the chair. Turn around and put your hands on the door," I said.

She turned around and did as I said.

The glass door was covered by the thin privacy curtain. The heavy light-blocking drapes were open, but the thin nylon privacy curtain let us see out without anyone seeing in as long as we didn't turn on the lights.

We could see the moonlight on the mountain, and the whole scene with her standing silhouetted against the mountain was incredibly erotic. I could see her hips and breasts covered in silky fabric that I was longing to caress. The pearl necklace around her neck shone in the moonlight and added to the sexy ensemble. I had plans for it later.

"You're overdressed," I said.

She was bent over with her hands still on the curtain-covered glass door. I reached through the slit, which went almost to her ass, and started to pull down her panties.

"Do my legs," she purred.

She had her panties on over her garter belt and black silk stockings. We both loved the feel as I slowly lowered her panties while caressing her silk-covered legs. The stockings were the type with the black seam down the back. We both adored retro-looking lingerie. As I caressed her legs she moaned slightly.

"Ohhh. I love your hands on my legs. There! Stay there for a little while. Mmm. Lower. Yeah, feels good. Yeah, behind my knees. Oh, right there. Ahhh. God, I love those fingers!"

Finally the panties were on the floor, and she stepped out of them. I threw them across the room.

When I stood up, the head of my erect penis brushed over the cool silky cloth of the half slip. I stood behind her, enjoying this sensation as I reached around her and cupped her breasts. Her breasts were firm for a woman in her forties, and could best be described as tear-drop. They needed a bra for cleavage, but were still fairly pert, even without one.

With the demi-bra on, her breasts were high and tight. I could feel her pink nipples hardening under the bra as I played with them. Her nipples weren't huge, but they were more than enough to go past my lips and teeth and into my mouth when I sucked on them.

I whispered again, "I'm going to watch you lift up your slip and caress your pussy for a while before I lean you way over and fuck you from behind."

Before she could respond, I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. I looked toward the source of the movement and saw that there were two people sitting on one of the benches in our patio! The privacy curtains distorted the image, so I couldn't see clearly what they were doing.

I said, "Lara, don't move or make a sound."

She froze.

I pulled the curtains open an inch or so.

We could now see that there was a couple sitting not ten feet away, and they were engaged in some really heavy petting! Her hand was rubbing on his crotch, and his hands were rubbing on her breasts as they passionately kissed. They looked to be in their late twenties or early thirties, and both were in very good shape. They were wearing hiking shorts, loose tops and tennis shoes.

We stood there transfixed for a moment and watched them feeling each other up in the bright moonlight. I could feel Lara breathing heavier now, and I could tell that her hand had moved to her crotch. She was rubbing her pussy through the silky slip!

"Mmmmm," she moaned softly.

I whispered, "Are you enjoying watching them?"

She gasped, "God, Yes! So hot."

My hands roamed freely over her breasts, stomach and hips. I moved my hand closer to her pussy, and could feel her hands rubbing on herself. When I went back to her breasts, I could feel her nipples standing out as hard as I had ever felt them.

The alcohol we had consumed and the incredibly erotic moment got the best of me.

Although I was afraid that Lara would panic, I decided to whisper something daring in her ear.

"Would you like to . . . return . . . the favor?"

Her body tensed, and I was preparing for her to call me all sorts of names as she ran to the bathroom to hide.

Instead, I heard her faintly whisper a husky, "Yes."

Her body trembled as she said that. I was so aroused by this I had to concentrate on what I was doing to avoid coming all over the back of her slip!

I slowly pulled the privacy curtains far enough apart that we were now exposed. Lara let out an involuntary gasp when she realized that she was now every bit as exposed as we had discussed in our sex talk.

The woman caught the movement, and looked up.

I could see her surprise, but before she could do or say anything, I put my finger to my lips. My pulse was pounding, and I was excited beyond anything I could imagine!

She didn't move, but her guy sensed a change and also looked up. The man started to take his hands out of the woman's blouse, but I shook my head and reached back to resume fondling my own wife's breasts.

As I caressed them through the black fabric of the bra, I nodded to the couple that it was okay.

I told Lara, "Slowly pull up the front of your slip until it's at your waist."

She hesitated, and I whispered, "If you don't cross the line between fantasy and reality here . . . now, you may never have this chance again. If you ever wanted to act any of it out, this . . . this is it."

I felt her bend over to grab the hem of her half slip. I could feel her pulling it up and she gasped again when she realized that her pubic hair was now visible to two complete strangers.

As she did so, I could see the couple's eyes get bigger.

This was a scene right out of some of our fantasies. Hotel windows, park benches, balconies on cruise ships. Our fantasies often started with locations where people could stumble across us as we were having sex, and we would talk about them getting turned on by our behavior.

The couple on the bench might as well have stepped out of one of our fantasies and into out patio. They were the right age and build, and they were doing exactly what we often described in our sex talk.

The couple turned to face us so they could get a better look. The woman unzipped the man's pants and took out his penis. Needless to say, it was rock hard and looked to be in excess of six inches long.

Lara moaned when she saw it. We had talked about this and we had fantasized about it for two decades.

"Look at his dick, Lara. Look at him, he's hard at the sight of your pussy. I want you to remember the first time a stranger did that for you."

She had ever seen a penis other than mine being stroked in front of her. She knew she was stepping out of our fantasy world into reality. And the woman . . .

She whispered hoarsely, "She's beautiful. She's doing it. For me, Sam, for me. She's really doing it."

The woman stroked the man's penis with one hand while she moved the other hand toward her own crotch. Her legs opened slightly, and her finger caressed her pussy through her hiking shorts.

I reached down and put my finger in Lara's pussy from behind. I couldn't believe how wet it was! Taking it out, I bent her a little farther forward and slid my penis against her labia from behind for a few rubs.

Lara said, "I want you inside me now!"

I obliged her and pushed it inside her as far as I could go. My penis is about seven inches long, and when Lara bends over like that, I can get it beyond her ass and most of the way into her pussy.

"Ahhh. You feel so good inside me. I want them to see you fucking me."

The woman's eyes were transfixed on my wife's crotch. I don't know if she could actually see my penis, but Lara had moved her right hand back to her pussy, and I could feel her rubbing on her clit. I was certain that our female guest could see that, because her lips slowly parted and I could see her tongue running over them lightly.

We continued like this for a minute or so. No one wanted to move for fear of breaking the moment.

I screwed up all the courage I could muster.

"Lara, signal to the woman to come closer. Let her get a better look at your wet pussy."

Lara grunted, "Yes," and motioned for her to come closer.

To our surprise, the woman reacted instantly and moved towards us. It seemed she wanted us to invite her over. Then she got down on all fours a few feet from us and watched Lara's hand playing over her pussy. She couldn't take her eyes off my wife!

The man moved up behind her and started to finger her pussy through her shorts. The woman arched her back and turned her face up with her eyes closed when he did this. I couldn't hear through the double-pane glass door, but imagined her moaning, too.

I reached over and unlocked the sliding door. Lara tensed up when she heard the door unlock, and she palpably began to tremble.

I simply said to my wife, "Your move."

It seemed like forever, but still trembling, she reached over and grabbed the door handle. She hesitated for another moment and then I saw the door open slowly. The woman opened her eyes and looked back at Lara's pussy. There was now nothing but air between my wife's pussy and the woman's trembling lips.

The woman crawled toward my wife until her face was inches away from Lara's thighs. She reached out and caressed the silky stockings Lara was wearing.

Lara shuddered, and I was afraid she was going to cum right on the spot.

"Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Oh, yes."

Lara then held her breath, and the woman moved her hands up to Lara's stocking tops. She leaned closer, and I could now feel her heavy breath on my balls as she examined Lara's pussy.

The man had followed the woman, and he now had her shorts down. He maneuvered her shorts and panties off, and had his erect penis poised behind her. I could feel her hands press against Lara's legs as the man penetrated her.

"Ohhh," she moaned as he entered her.

We now had two men fucking their women from behind while one of the women had her face inches away from the other's pussy. Absolutely out of a dream!

The woman pulled back slightly and looked up at Lara. She said nothing, but it was clear that she wanted some sign from Lara.

Lara reached down and caressed the woman's face with the back of her fingers. The woman took and kissed Lara's hand.

What came next was unbelievable. Lara put her hand behind the woman's head and pulled it toward her. Her other hand was still holding up her half slip.

When the woman's tongue touched Lara's clit, Lara dropped her hem and reached out for the frame of the door for support.

"Oh, god," she moaned. "Lick it"

I heard the woman respond, "Yes."

Just that. One word and she was back to licking my wife.

Lara's knees buckled slightly, and I knew she could have toppled over if not for the extra support the door had provided.

"Oh! That feels so gooood. I want you lllick . . .licking . . .oh don't stop. AHH."

The man continued to fuck his girl; the girl continued to eat my wife, and I continued to fuck my wife. It didn't take long.

The man came first into the woman's pussy. I could barely hear him. He clenched and made a low sound.

"Nngggg," was all that came out.

I thought that he was afraid of alerting any nighttime strollers on the trail. As he came, she came, too, moaning softly but intensely.

"Ohhhh! Mmmmmmm!"

The moans against Lara's clit were the final straw for my wife. She came as hard as I had ever felt, contractions gripping my dick. She doubled over, barely hanging on to the door frame. She was not quiet.

"Oh yes. Ahhh. Oh GOD! AHHHH!"

How she stayed upright long enough for me to finish I will never know, but half a minute of furious pounding, and I, too was spent.

The couple dressed and sat on one of the benches as Lara and I straightened up. I could see the couple whispering to each other, but we couldn't hear what they were saying.

Lara and I were in shock, standing there realizing what we had just done. I held her tight, and we didn't say a word.

The couple came back over to us, and the man held out his hand. As I took it, he started to introduce himself.

I held up my other hand and said, "No names. Not for now, if that's OK."

"Yeah, it is "Have you ever done anything like that before?"

I told him, "No but we have had fantasies about doing exactly what just happened. I mean word-for-word fantasies about just that! My wife has never actually been with a woman, but has fantasized about it for quite a while."

He said, "The two of us have been together for over two years, and we tried a couple of threesomes with women."

The woman joined in.

"I like the occasional girl, but he never liked the thought of doing it with another man watching, even though I thought that would be hot."

The man said, "That' true, but that the way things happened tonight, I didn't feel threatened at all. You (meaning me) and I never touched".

The woman asked Lara, "Would you ever consider doing that again?"

I almost fainted when Lara's response was to grab the other woman, kiss her full on the mouth and run her hand into the women's shorts!

The woman was surprised, and let out a little moan for a second.

When Lara's hand came out she sniffed it briefly, then took her finger covered in pussy juice and another man's cum and sucked on it.

The girl looked at Lara, smiled and said, "I guess that's a yes."

She gave Lara a light kiss and said, "10 pm tomorrow?"

Lara looked at me. I nodded.

Lara said, "Wear something sexier than hiking shorts."

The girl laughed and said, "Just wait."

Lara hugged the man and the woman, and I hugged the woman. Standing there naked, I couldn't quite bring myself to hug the man, so we just shook hands and they disappeared into the night.

Lara and I returned to our bed as if in a trance. Later, we fucked again. This time we didn't say much at all. What had just happened was so erotic and fresh that there was little else we could say to improve on it. I know we made love, but I can't remember any of the details. All I remember is that it took quite a while, and that we both came for the second time that evening with an intensity that surprised us both.

After, we talked about what had just happened.

Lara confessed, "One of my deepest fantasies lately has not just to have a woman watch me while I masturbate or even to have a woman and I caress each other. I've begun to have fantasies where I actively make love to a woman while you watch! Touching each other, and even licking each other. I never told you because I didn't know how you would take deeper lesbian desires."

Whenever she had talked about lesbian fantasies during sex talk, it was always the same: A lesbian would sensually take of Lara's clothes and caress her or eat her while I watched. Maybe they would caress each other through their lingerie. She never told me that she wanted to reciprocate with the woman beyond a little petting.

My erotic stories during lovemaking had been limited to the same scenarios.

She said, "I don't want to fuck another man, but I'm extremely turned on by the thought of another man watching me making love, either to you or to another woman."

She stuttered for a second, and then said, "I -- I think I would also be turned on by the thought of another man watching me make love with you and another woman at the same time.

"You know I would kill you, painfully I might add, if you snuck off and fucked another woman behind my back."

"Yeah, I seem to remembering you saying that the day before we were married. Not the kind of thing a guy forgets."

"Well, I've been thinking, uh, maybe if that one joins us, it might be okay."

She waited for a response, but I was too stunned to talk for a second.

She looked anxious, and asked "Well honey?"

I just grabbed her and kissed her harder than I had ever kissed her before.

"Not just her doing you or me, but all three of us doing each other?" I said when we broke apart.

"Yeah," she said.

"I'm in!"

We cuddled and gently fondled each other as we went to sleep that night.

The last thing I remember was Lara licking my ear and whispering, "10 pm tomorrow, hmmm?"

The next morning Lara said we needed to talk about what was going to happen that night.

"We don't really know them beyond what we experienced last night. While I could take a week of 'last nights' in a row, I think we should be careful. They seemed nice enough, but we should have some ground rules. Is there anything you don't want to do?"

I said that I was in agreement with the guy.

"I don't mind him watching, but I want no physical contact between him and me."

Lara said, "I don't want him fucking me, either, but I don't mind if he does his girlfriend while she and I make out."

I said, "That might involve some incidental touching by him in the course of moving around."

Lara thought for a minute and said, "I wouldn't mind an occasional brief touch," and then quickly, "if it was OK with you, too."

I replied, "As long as it is only a little casual touching, his dick does not get near your pussy or mouth, and that he's not touching me, it's OK, I guess.

"By the way, is there was anything that you don't want the girl to do to you."

She frowned and sat quietly for quite a while and thought about it. Watching her think about the boundaries she was going to set for lesbian sex was kind of a turn-on itself.

Her face suddenly became very calm.

She looked directly into my eyes and simply said, "No."

Gasping, I said, "Even anal?"

Again very coolly, she said, "Even anal."

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Lara and I had talked about anal sex some time ago. It wasn't that I particularly wanted to do it. I had brought up the subject when we were still dating years earlier only to see if she really wanted me to do it to her.

I made it clear that I hadn't really enjoyed it when I tried it with Sarah, a girl I knew in college. Sarah had never done it either. We fumbled about for a little while, and I finally got the head of my dick in, but her groans of pain turned me off. We stopped and abandoned the idea.

Lara told me back then, "The one time my old boyfriend tried it with me, it hurt too much for me to derive any pleasure at all. The jerk insisted that my asshole would become used to it.

"I coolly replied, 'Yeah, and you could probably get used to cigarette burns on your scrotum, but you probably don't want to endure what it takes for your balls to get that numb.'"

Being a lawyer, my wife can be devastatingly effective with a few well chosen words when she wants to be. Though she was only a law student at the time she displayed the same skills, and the boyfriend dropped the subject like a hot potato. We laughed when she told the story.

Lara said, "Watching him wince while I said it was priceless. We broke up a week or so later, and I always suspected that he feared pissing me off enough to actually see me holding a lit cigarette."

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We hadn't spoken about anal in years, but now she was telling me that her back door might be open for business under the right circumstances.

To be certain, I said, "If that girl brings a dildo or strap-on and wants to play hide-the-salami with your rectum, you're okay with that?"

Lara started to laugh and said, "Yeah. Right now, I'm so turned on by the thought of her that nothing's off the table. If it turns out to be too painful, I'll stop her, but for now I don't want to rule anything out. One thing, though. Now that you brought up the subject, we're driving into town this afternoon."

She started for the bathroom.

I asked, "What do you need in town?"

She turned and said, "I saw a Walgreens in town."

She continued towards the bathroom.

I asked, "What do you need at Walgreens?"

Over her shoulder, she said, "About a pint of personal lubricant."

I stood there, stunned.

As she closed the bathroom door, she popped her head back out and said, "Ya know . . . just in case."




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Then with a smile and a wink, she closed the door.

After she finished in the bathroom, she came out and asked me if there was anything else I needed to add to my list.

I told her, "I'm not interested in anything that would result in tasting his or my cum, or in anything involved with feces or piss. If the woman wants to stick her tongue or finger in my ass, that would be OK, but dildos are out."

Lara raised her eyebrows at this. She had never tried sticking anything up my butt. She held up her hand and wiggled her index finger, laughing while she did that.

Now it was my turn. I walked to the bathroom.

When the door was almost closed, I stuck my head out the door and said, "Maybe we should make it a quart. Ya know . . . Just in case."

With a smile and a wink, I closed the door to the sound of her laughter.

After the trip to Walgreens, Lara and I had lunch in town and then spent the rest of the afternoon on the hiking trails that connected the three resorts. There were a number of trails, and we walked a few miles. The trees and flowers were beautiful, and the sunshine felt good. The trails were everything we had hoped for.

We talked about a lot of things, but didn't bring up what was going to happen later. We seemed to touch and hold hands a bit more than usual, and that was saying a lot. We often touched or kissed, but that afternoon there seemed to be an urgency to do it more often, and sometimes there was a slight tremble when she held my hand. I was unsure if it was fear or anticipation.

We had a more casual dinner that night at the resort's diner, and it was punctuated by martinis before dinner and a couple of Mai Tais afterward while we listened to the band in the lounge. The meal didn't come close to the one we had at Jefferey's the night before, but we were just looking for comfort food. Steak is wonderful, but sometimes you just want meatloaf and MPG (mashed potatoes & gravy). It was exactly what I wanted.

The adjacent lounge was dark and comfortable. There was a pretty good jazz band, and we sat and ordered our drinks. A really good Mai Tai is smooth and fruity, and doesn't even seem all that alcoholic. The bartender knew what he was doing. Bacardi Light, Meyers Original Dark and a thin float of Lemon Hart Demarara combined with a house-made Mai Tai mix. Smooth as a baby's bottom!

We were done with dinner and music by 8:30, and left for our room.

Lara put her hand to her mouth and said, "Oh, No!"

"What's wrong?"

"I think they'll have to come to the patio again. We never told them what room we were in."

"Yeah. You're right, come to think of it. Oops."

I thought for a minute about the events to come and said, "We need to decide on some boundaries."

She said, "I think it would be best to exchange first names only. Last names could come later, if we all agreed, but for right now first names will do.

"When I whisper in your ear if you liked watching her eat my pussy, I'd like to have a name instead of just calling her 'that girl.' I'd also like to be able to give her instructions by name instead of just ordering, 'Hey, you! Go crawl over and suck my husband's cock.'"

I told her, "You are really wicked! I like that side of you."

She ran her hand lightly over my crotch and said, "Any time, dear."

When we got to our room, she suggested that I wear what she picked out, and she would wear whatever I picked out. I agreed, and we both headed for the dresser and closet.

She had me wear the sports coat from the night before, a pair of khakis and a colorful tie with a light blue shirt.

I picked out a red dress and the same underwear she had been wearing the night before with the exception of a pair of lacy red panties.

As I got dressed, I watched her get dressed, too. Watching her shapely legs become encased in black silk, and her breasts rise up in the demi-bra gave me a hard-on. Thinking that another woman would be caressing her legs and breasts in an hour was so erotic I started masturbating right then and there.

Lara came over and said, "Having a little hors d'oeuvre are we? Lets not get those pants stained."

With that, she took off my pants and pushed me down on the bed.

While I stroked my penis, she did a little dance for me. She had the garter belt, stockings and bra on, but had not yet put anything else on. She ran her hands over her breasts and down her torso. She fingered her pussy, finally inserting a finger inside. She took it out and licked it.

She said, "Mmm, good. But not quite as flavorful as last night."

I remembered her sucking on a finger coated with the other girl's pussy juice and her boyfriend's cum.

"Oh, shit. AHHHHHH!"

I came so hard that Lara forgot the tissue box she had ready and went to the bathroom for a towel. After drying me off, she said that we had better get ready. I agreed, and we got dressed.

We poured some ice water and sat in the easy chairs, waiting for . . . Well, waiting for the next chapter in our new uncharted life.

A few minutes to 10, there was a knock at our patio door. When I opened it, there they were. He was wearing a white dinner jacket and black pants. She was wearing a slinky green evening gown with some sequin trim.

They looked magnificent, but they also looked a bit nervous.

He said, "Sorry we didn't come to your door. We completely forgot to ask for your room number."

I said, "We just realized that, too, a little while ago."

I turned to speak to Lara. She was staring at the three of us with all the subtly that a hungry golden retriever shows while looking at five pounds of lamb chops. Her look was so lustfully-intense that I almost laughed.

"Honey," I said, "Come over here and let's introduce ourselves to our new friends."

As Lara approached, I held out my hand to the man and said, "I'm Sam and this is Lara. We decided we should at least use first names so we're not yelling, "Hey you! Lick a little to the left."

That had the desired effect. They laughed and relaxed. "Sounds good," said the man. "I'm Bill and this is my girlfriend Beth."

I held out my hand, and Bill gave me one of those man-hugs where you are part shaking hands and part patting the other guy on the back. The ladies weren't so restrained. They said hello to each other by name as they hugged and exchanged a soft kiss.

Bill asked what we had in mind.

I said, "Maybe we can start with a few ground rules."

Beth said, "That's a great idea. Bill and I thought about it, too, and Bill said that he wasn't into guys."

Nervously, Bill said, "I would just as soon leave physical contact between another male sexual partner and me out of the proceedings."

Lara laughed at his formal sounding terminology, and asked, "Contract language? What are you, a lawyer or something?"

Bill blushed, and said that he was.

Lara exclaimed, "Small world! So am I. Let's not tell each other any more about our practices, or guessing last names might be too easy. New England is too small a territory to think we might not know the same people. Anyway, Sam here owns a small tech firm. What do you do, Beth?"

Beth said, "I worked as a legal secretary in Bill's firm until our dating became serious. When he asked me to move in with him, we decided it was time for me to quit my job as we certainly didn't need the money. We didn't want people at work spreading rumors that I was fucking my way to the top, either.

"I got bored playing at being a housewife, though," Beth continued, "and I went out and found a part time job doing my hobby."

She smiled and left us dangling on purpose.

I decided to bite, and said, "OK, so what's your hobby?"

She grinned and said. "I work in a lingerie shop."

We all laughed, and I suggested we get back to the ground rules.

Bill said, "I'm fairly easy. I mostly liked to fuck Beth and sometimes watch her with another woman. Beth and I agreed that she could do whatever she wanted to do as long as I was there when she did it."

I said, "I feel the same way about sex with you, Bill, and I'm very relieved that we're in agreement. I don't have a problem with you fucking Beth while she and Lara are having an, uh, 'encounter.'"

I didn't feel comfortable yet saying, ". . . while your wife sucks my wife's pussy."

Bill said, "I have to admit that I was a little turned on last night when you were fucking Lara. I could feel her bumping into Beth while you did it, but that's about as close as I want to come to another man during sex."

Lara said, "Good ground rule: you can both fuck at the same time as long as there are two women between you to act as insulators."

Bill and I laughed nervously.

Bill said, "Well, I for one am glad that's behind us."

The ladies laughed, and Beth said, "We were also glad when the two of you were behind us! But what about you Lara? What are your rules?"

Lara took Beth's hands between hers. She looked intently at Beth's eyes as she spoke.

"I am married to Sam. He's the love of my life and the man of my dreams. The only penis I want to see near me is his. I'm not into pain or piss. But when it comes to sex with you, Beth, there . . . are . . . no . . . other . . . rules."

Beth gasped when Lara said this.

She looked as deeply and intently into Lara's eyes as Lara had looked into hers.

She softly said, "Lara, I'm going to make you very happy you said that."

The ladies kissed deeply for ten or fifteen seconds.

Then Beth said, "Lara, what do you and Sam suggest for tonight?"

Before I could say a word, Lara said, "I've been thinking about this all day. We have two honeys here who like to watch. I suggest we torture them, but in a nice way."

"And how are we going to do that?" asked Beth with a devilish grin on her face.

I could tell she was going to be fun!

Lara dragged one of the two small easy chairs to the other side of the room, leaving the other where it was. The bed and the center of the room were now between them. She took my hand and led me to one of the chairs. She motioned for Beth to take Bill to the other.

Once we were seated, Lara said, "OK. Beth. It's time for you and me to get to know each other. While we are doing that, the boys have to stay seated with their hands on the arms of their chairs. They have to stay fully clothed, and they can only take their hands off the arms of their chairs to take a drink of ice water from the table next to Bill's chair or the dresser next to Sam's.

"The first one to touch his cock stops the show, and the offender gets an immediate blowjob from his lady, and is then sent to the bathroom.

"I thought of the blowjob after I formulated the plan, as we don't want either of them in the bathroom jerking off without us in order to avoid a case of blue balls.

"After the exile, the show will continue until the second victim can't stand it either. He gets a blowjob, and then the two of us are really going to go at it. You can decide what that will entail, Beth."

Beth congratulated Lara on being so devious and sexy at the same time.

Beth asked, "Boys, should we leave the curtains open or closed this time?"

I suggested we close them this time, and Beth walked over and closed the heavy drapes.

With the two of us seated in our chairs, Lara walked over to Beth. She stopped a few feet away to take in all of Beth. Beth did the same to Lara.

Beth was a couple of inches taller than Lara. The green dress she was wearing hugged every curve of her athletic body. The contrast of the green dress and Beth's auburn hair was spectacular. Her hair was nicely coiffed into a chignon held in place atop her head with a large black and gold comb. Her face was beautiful. A chiseled nose, soft, round eyes and thin pixyish lips. Her bodice was cut low, and was finished with two twists of fabric that draped elegantly over her breasts. The dress flowed all the way to the floor.

It was the kind of dress that a torch singer in the Forties would have worn, and Beth filled it out to perfection. I guessed she was about a 32B. Just looking at her gave me a hard-on.

My Lara was also a sight to see. Her red dress hugged her body, which was just a little more ample than Beth's slender frame. Her bra made her breasts seem to defy gravity, and the dress was cut to present a décolletage that would make most women extremely jealous. The dress ended just above the knee, and the effect of the red dress and seamed black silk stockings was incredible. The high heels really accentuated her shapely calves.

The two ladies examined each other for more than a minute. It was electric. You could have heard a pin drop as Bill and I waited for the next move.

I could see the anticipation on Lara's face. Her deep-set eyes were transfixed on Beth. The nostrils of her soft nose flared once in a while as if she was trying to catch the scent of the woman before her. Those full lips were slightly parted, as if ready for the next kiss.

Lara broke the ice by walking to Beth and putting her hands around Beth's waist. Beth responded by putting her arms around Lara's neck and pulling Lara's mouth to hers.

Tongues, soft biting, wet lips. They kissed sensuously for what seemed like eons to me, and then Lara started to move her hands slowly up from Beth's waist. Her hands cupped Beth's breasts through the dress. She lightly fondled them while they kissed.

We heard Beth as Lara did this.

"Mmmmmmm," was all she could manage thought the kiss.

Beth finally broke off the kiss and turned my wife around. This surprised Lara and she laughed a little while she was spinning. That ended as soon as Beth reached around and started playing with Lara's breasts. Lara leaned her head back on Beth's shoulder and let the younger woman explore every inch of her body through the dress. Neck, breasts, waist, hips, and thighs: Whatever Beth could reach while standing behind my wife, she caressed. Lara responded to Beth's touch will little sounds.

"Oh . . . Yeah . . . Ahh, yes . . ."

Lara's eyes were closed, and she started swaying at Beth's touch. Whenever Beth's fingers went inside the bodice of Lara's dress and caressed her nipples through her bra, Lara gasped.

They continued like this for several minutes. My cock was about to burst out of my pants. I looked over at Bill, and saw that he was in about the same predicament that I was. I wondered how long we could last.

Beth turned my wife around and took her by the hands. She slowly moved Lara's hands to her breasts.

"Feel me. Think about what you like, and do it to me."

Lara started to fondle Beth's breasts. Lovingly, she explored them through the dress and undergarment beneath. She traced the exposed skin above with a finger, then cupped them to feel their firmness. She played with the two twists of fabric that divided the exposed cleavage from the rest of the green dress. She ran her hands up and down the green dress, also caressing everything she could reach.

Beth responded to the touch with about every variation of, "Mmmmm" I could imagine.

Lara could see the yearning look on Beth's face. She knew it was time to go one step further.

Beth's dress was strapless, and it had a zipper on the side. Lara found the zipper. She stepped back slightly and looked into Beth's eyes as she slowly pulled the zipper farther and farther down until it stopped.

In what would later be identified the turning point of the weekend, Lara addressed Beth, looking square into her eyes without blinking.

"Beth, I want to see you without the dress. I want to see what someone who works in a lingerie shop wears under this stunning dress when she is going out to have sex with another woman and her husband while her own lover watches. I want to see it now."

The tone of her voice stunned me. My wife had gone from the melting, would-be bi-curious wife to the Ice Queen in the snap of a finger. Knowing her, it was like seeing two different women in the same body. There was no nervousness in it, and she was speaking as calmly as if she were asking one of her paralegals to show her a file.

I realized that my wife wasn't doing this out of curiosity any more. She really wanted a lesbian affair, and now that she had one that she could control and that had my approval, she was going to enjoy it!

She had made an intellectual decision that whatever she needed out of it she was going to get. I had seen her like this a few times before.

Once, when we went bungee jumping the first time, I was a nervous wreck. She, on the other hand, decided that she wanted every ounce of pleasure she could get. As soon as she made up her mind that she was going to do it, she went for it with everything she had. She didn't just drop from the bridge; she jumped out as far and as high as she could, laughing and screaming all the way down.

The jumpmaster looked at me and said, "First time my ass! How many times has she done this?"

In that instant, I knew that Lara was just about to make that same jump with Beth. I just hoped Beth was ready for the ride of her life!

Beth was a little taken aback by Lara's sudden calm, direct demeanor and her commanding tone. Even though she was the one who had several lesbian encounters before, I suspected that she knew she was about to risk being dominated by someone with an iron will to get what she wanted.

Beth stood still while my wife slowly pulled the slinky green dress down around her waist and then let it drop to the floor. Lara stepped back to admire Beth, and then held out her hand. Beth reached forward and took it. Lara pulled Beth forward, and the redhead stepped clear of her dress.

She was wearing a lacy black bustier with tiny red ribbons sewn into the lace at the cups. The bustier ended just above her navel. It had a lace-up back closure that looked very Victorian. The cups cradled Beth's tanned breasts so that her cleavage was deep. They left almost everything north of her areolas bare. The way they mounded made me want to run my hands and tongue over them, but I was stuck in that damn chair! An odd thought crossed my mind. I remembered Groucho Marx saying, "You could play Pinochle on a shelf like that!" Now I knew what Groucho meant!

I wondered for a second how anyone could get a piece of lingerie not only to fit perfectly, but to enhance every asset it touched. Then I remembered Beth saying she worked in a lingerie shop. This woman knew her trade!

Her tummy was flat and toned. She was wearing a pair of black lace panties with the same tiny red ribbons and lace that accented the bustier. They appeared to be a set. The panties, like the bustier, worked her assets to make a man drool. The front was cut so as not to hide any part of those sexy thighs. The waist seemed to sit no more than a millimeter above where I imagined her pubic hair ended, and gave just a suggestion through the material that she was not shaved.

She was not wearing a garter belt, but had thigh-high white stockings with wide lace at the top that held them in place. The contrast of the black lace panties and the wide white tops was, as one of my artillery buddies in the army used to say, designed to "fire for effect." They were a barrage on the senses. Since the human eye naturally follows from dark to light, the tops of her stockings drew my eye from the black garments right to where she wanted me to look: the area on her upper thighs that lead to her pussy. Ansel Adams could not have made better use of light and dark.

Beth was a masterpiece in high heels!

She was absolutely elegant, and I almost couldn't believe this was the same person who had been making out on out patio bench in hiking clothes and then crawling to my wife on all fours the night before!

Lara started running her hands over Beth's breasts again. She traced every curve and made a point of running the backs of her fingers where the fabric ended so that her fingernails glided over the exposed edges of the flesh. Beth responded to this by losing her footing for a second, and Lara steadied her as Beth straightened her knees again.




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Lara reached up and took the comb from Beth's hair. The chignon dropped and became beautiful red waves that caressed her back just below her well defined shoulders. Lara pulled up handfuls of hair and put her face against them, inhaling deeply.

"Beth, your hair is beautiful. No. It's more than that. It's sensually, femininely pinup-girl beautiful! I swear, you look like a painting by Vargas who stepped off of the canvas and into my arms!"

Beth blushed as such flattery, and looked down. Lara put her hands up to Beth's face and lifted her head.

"Never be embarrassed by your beauty, Beth. Revel in it and enjoy every sensual look and compliment you ever get. You are an angel. You are my angel."

My wife slowly turned Beth around. She pulled Beth into her and started to rub up and down her torso from behind. As she got closer and closer to Beth's panties, Beth started to breathe a little more heavily.

"Ahh. Oh, yes, Baby. Your hands feel so good on my skin."

Lara's left hand moved to the waistband of Beth's panties, and then her fingers disappeared beneath the silky black material.

Beth closed her eyes.

". . .feels sooo good. Mmmmm."

Lara suddenly smiled and said, "I love it! I hate women who feel they have to shave their pubic hair. Fur is so much sexier."

My guess was correct!

Beth kept her eyes closed and purred, "I knew you would like it after last night. When I saw that you only trimmed your bikini line like I do, I knew we were kindred spirits.

"The last girl I made love to shaved her pussy, and she got pissed when I said it was like eating an ice cream sundae without the sprinkles."

They both laughed for a second, and I thought the joke had broken that dramatically-erotic moment. I was wrong. Lara's fingers had reached their target. Beth had just started to say something more when Lara touched Beth's clit.

"Ahhhhh," was all the sound that she made.

It was like an electric shock. Beth stuttered and couldn't get out what she wanted to say. Her knees bent slightly, and she leaned back harder into Lara. Her breath was ragged now.

"Yeah. Uhhh. Uhhh. Yeah," she repeated over and over.

Through the lace, I could see that Lara's hand had gone beyond Beth's clit, and was now circling and probing her labia. Gently, tenderly, Lara teased and caressed everything but her clit. She wanted to make this last!

The momentary light laughter was over, and Beth showed every sign of extreme arousal. She was ready to be taken completely by Lara, and she was anticipating her next intimate caress.

At that moment, I caught movement, and saw that Bill had his hand inside his zipper. I said, "Put the show on pause, girls. Beth owes us a blowjob demonstration."

Lara's little game had horribly backfired on her and her new plaything. Bill's timing could not have been worse. My announcement instantly broke the spell they had been under.

Lara pulled her hand out of Beth's panties, and Beth looked at her boyfriend with extreme disappointment.

"Crap, Bill," she panted, not completely composed yet. "Couldn't you have given us a couple more seconds? That's the shittiest timing we have ever had!"

Bill grinned sheepishly at her and replied, "Sorry honey. In a few more seconds my dick would have ripped right through my slacks."

You could see a dark spot on the black trousers where his pre-cum had made a mess.

Beth moved over to Bill and pulled his penis out of his pants. It wasn't slow, and it wasn't seductive. She just pulled it out. It looked a bit painful, too, Beth saw with no small amount of satisfaction. Bill winced when she did it, but his dick was still quire erect.

It was rock hard, in fact, and in this light I could see that it was six or seven inches long. Like me, he was circumcised.

Without a word, Beth had her mouth around Bill's shaft. This woman knew more than lingerie, too. She used her lips, teeth, tongue, and if she still had tonsils, I'm sure she was using them, too. She knew exactly what stimulated Bill. Even though I previously had no desire to look at another man's penis, I couldn't take my eyes off of this performance. I had to hand it to Beth, Lara could learn things from her. She knew the geography and how to travel it! There was the tip, the base, the shaft, the underside of the head where it met the shaft, and, of course the whole head. Each part got attention.

I imagined her mouth on my cock. I could almost feel her lips as she satiated him orally.

After all that watching and waiting, it was only a matter of a minute or two before Bill shot his load into Beth's mouth. She kept after him, though, not even stopping for an instant. After fifteen or twenty seconds, I could tell that Bill was completely finished, but she was still going strong.

He was at that point where pleasure becomes pain when you are over stimulated. He was having incredible contractions, and I almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

Bill was trying to speak, but only sounds were coming out, "Uuuthhh. Nnnnnmrrrr."

Beth finally lifted her head from Bill's pants and said, "Oh, sweetie. Was that 'Beth, no more?' Are you sure you don't want another little lick or two?"

Bill shook his head. After Beth stopped torturing him, he regained a little composure and caught his breath.

Some cum dripped from her mouth when Beth spoke. She had already swallowed a lot of it, and she started to use her finger to capture what had escaped and return it to her mouth.

Bill said, "Sweetheart, I think you sucked a few back hairs right out through my cock. One of your best. Honey, I'm sorry I interrupted you, but the two of you were making me so impossibly damned hot!"

Watching that stunning woman in incredibly sexy lingerie giving that amazing blowjob right in front of me was more than I could take.

I said, "Honey, I'm going to have to give up, too!"

Lara said, "I was wondering how long you could last," as she walked over to my chair.

By this time I had unzipped my pants and had my cock out, not wanting an upset Lara to do what Beth had done to Bill. Lara started to lick around the shaft, and then slowly work her way up to the head. I was in ecstasy! She didn't display the blowjob variety that Beth had demonstrated, but she was good. Unlike Bill, I lasted less than a minute and then blew a wad into my wife's mouth. What happened next started me on my way to my next erection.

Instead of spitting out or swallowing my cum, my wife calmly walked over to Beth, grabbed her by the back of her head and kissed her! Beth had not swallowed all of Bill's cum yet, and I could see them swapping the two loads back and forth until they both decided to swallow what was left. Lara looked at me and Beth looked at Bill, but we were both speechless. Neither said a word. They just licked their lips.

Lara walked into the bathroom and came out with glasses of water and some mouthwash. Beth looked puzzled for a second, and then Lara reminded her of Rule Number One.

"Bill and Sam don't want to taste any cum," she said.

Beth nodded, and they drank a little and then rinsed with the mouthwash.

Lara turned to Beth and said, "Rules are rules. Now it's your her turn to direct."

Beth addressed Bill and me. She didn't waste words.

"Strip."

While we were doing that, she stood in front of Lara and reached behind her to unzip her dress. She slowly, methodically pulled the dress down, savoring every curve. There wasn't an inch that she didn't kiss as the dress made its way to the floor. She spent some time licking the exposed skin around Lara's breasts, and she made a slow banquet of her stomach.

Returning to Lara's breasts, she remembered and performed the fingernail trick where the demi-bra ended and Lara's flesh began.

"Oh, god!" she moaned. "Sam, you have to learn this. It's like a snake is licking my skin. Mmmmm."

After a while, Beth started using her fingers, fingernails and tongue to explore Lara's torso. Like Beth had done earlier, Lara responded to each new touch.

"Oh, kiss a little lower . . . Yeah, Ahh, right there . . . Oooh, oooh . . . Nnno, tickles, ahhh . . . Mmmm, nice."

When the dress was down to Lara's waist, Beth didn't just pull it off. Instead, she lowered her hands to the hem and slowly ran her hands under the dress and half slip. She caressed Lara's thighs and licked the bare skin above her stockings. Her head was now under the dress, with her kneeling in front of my wife.

"Lara, you smell wonderful. Your pussy was so sweet yesterday I couldn't get enough of it."

I then heard sucking kisses begin that must have been Beth on Lara's thighs. I heard Beth slowly enticing Lara.

"Tonight (smack) I'm going to (smack) suck (smack) on your pussy (smack) until I have you (smack) in orbit (smack)."

With each kiss, Lara sighed or gasped with pleasure. She was playing with her own breasts, and she squeezed them with each sigh and gasp. Her eyes were closed, and her head rolled as Beth changed position under that sexy red skirt. Each sound expressed a yearning desire for the next kiss.

"God, Bill," I said. "Your wife is leaving hickies on Lara's thighs!"

Bill, who was stroking his dick, said, "Yeah. She likes that kind of stuff. One time she left monkey bites all over my ass. I forgot about them when I played golf the next day, and the guys cracked up when they saw my butt in the shower. Cracked up, but were jealous!"

I had seen a lot of sexy images, but the sight of my wife standing there half naked with a woman kneeling in front of her with her head buried under her skirt was more than erotic. I couldn't see what Beth was doing, and imagining what was going on below that black half slip was more erotic than seeing it.

Beth finally pulled the dress all the way off, but left the black half slip. She got to her feet and kissed Lara. Lara kissed her back a little. By "a little," I mean that she grabbed the back of Beth's head and stuck her tongue so far in that I thought I might see it coming out of an ear!

"Beth, I never imagined anyone doing that," she finally said when she broke the kiss. "Not even in my wildest fantasies had I ever even thought of thigh sucking! Wow, girl. I liked that!"

The two women were now standing in their lingerie in the middle of the room. Beth pulled Lara to her and kissed her again passionately. She pulled Lara's half slip away from her hips and let it fall to the floor. She reached down and picked it up.

She said, "We're going to need this for later. I'll show you a little trick you're going to love. "

With that, she pulled Lara onto the bed and started to caress her from head to foot, barely avoiding her pussy each time she got near. She gave Lara the most sensual massage I have ever seen. She lingered at her neck, kissing and rubbing it.

"Ohh. Down where it meets the shoulder, Beth. Ahh."

She fondled, kissed and licked everywhere: Behind the ears, under the chin, along her shoulder blades, over each individual rib, down her spine and all over the small of her back. She even sucked the dimples behind Lara's knees! I thought I had discovered that spot, but Beth knew just how to work it.

Lara made husky sounds now. Each new caress brought sighs, moans, and even a giggle when Beth hit another ticklish spot.

Finally, Beth reached for the waistband of Lara's panties and slowly pulled them down and then off, keeping her face as close to Lara's pussy as possible. I was certain that she was going to go for Lara's pussy, but she didn't. She was just teasing Lara.

Lara had opened her legs a little for the same thing I thought she was going to get, but Beth moved up and unhooked Lara's bra instead.

She took it off, and started to suck on Lara's breasts. Lara's nipples had a slight cone shape, and they melted into dark pink areolas that were a little smaller than a poker chip. The nipples were hard and responsive, and with each lick and kiss, Lara sighed.

Beth started to bite and pinch the nipples. Lara was seriously moaning by this time, and I saw her hands roaming over Beth as her nipples got sucked.

"Sssuckk it. Oh, Baby, yeah! Use your tongue!" and "Ahh. Do that again on the other one. Yeah, the areola, Akkkhh, YEAH!"

Beth stopped for a moment and kissed Lara.

"I want to shift gears now. I want to prolong this as long as I can. How would you like to peel this thing off me?" holding her breasts though her bustier.

Gleefully, Lara sat up and began working on the laces that held the bustier on. She looked like a ten-year-old unwrapping a present. As she undid each eyelet, she kissed the bare skin below, working from top to bottom. When they were all undone, she moved to be in front of Beth again.

She pulled the opening at rear and literally peeled the bustier off Beth.

As it came off, I could see that Beth needed little help from the bustier. Sure, they gave her bosom a shelf effect, but the fact was that her pear-shaped breasts didn't need any help to keep them from sagging. Unlike Lara, she could pass the "pencil test" with flying colors. Lara went after them as soon as she saw them.

Beth squealed with delight at having her breasts sucked!

Lara had her face buried in them, and was doing every form of licking, sucking and biting she could think of.

Beth's groans and murmurs gave testimony to Lara's effectiveness at licking and sucking. Beth had her eyes closed, now, and jerked a little each time Lara did something new.

"Bite it, no gently . . . yeah, like that. Now tongue and lips . . . Oh yeah, suck them, su-su-uuuuahh YESS!"

It went on like that for minutes as Lara went from one breast to the other.

I could see from where I was sitting that Beth's small nipples were hard, and that they were enjoying the attention Lara was giving them. Lara's work had turned them from light to dark pink by now.

Lara turned her attention to Beth's mouth, and they kissed again for a few minutes.

Beth suddenly pushed Lara away slightly and sat up. She looked at her for a moment, and then appeared to have made some sort of decision.

"It's time you tasted something I know you have been dreaming about. Sam, come over here and watch this."

She didn't have to ask twice. I was on the bed in a flash.

"Lara," she cooed, "I'm going to walk you through this. I know you have never tasted another woman, and I'd like to guide you, if I may, to get you started."

Lara knew then that she was going to go down on her new friend, and experience something that she would never experience again: her first taste of pussy. Knowing her state of mind in this adventure, I was not surprised when she answered immediately.

"You may. Let's get started, lover."

Beth told Lara, "Pull my panties off."

Beth raised her hips so Lara could do it. Lara grabbed the waistband and pulled them off slowly. As the waistband passed Beth's pussy, I heard Lara catch her breath as she saw and smelled what she was about to taste. I helped her get the panties the rest of the way down.

Lara was sitting there looking at Beth's pussy. She was idly running her hand over Beth's pubic hair in lazy circles. I could tell that she was enjoying looking at what she had only dreamed about touching until yesterday.

After a while, Lara said, "Beth, my angel, tell me everything you want me to do."

Beth said, "Lara, I'm going to spread my legs a little. I want you to start running your fingers from my stocking tops to just short of my pussy."

Lara did as Beth asked.

"Mmmmm. That's right. Little, soft rubs. Yeah. Think about how you like it done. Oh, Yeah!"

Lara and then followed along as Beth continued.

"Now move a little closer to my labia. Yeah, that's it. Now circle them slowly until you get right on . . . THEMMMM, yeah, like that. Ahh. That's it. Whew! Next, I'm going to have you spread my labia and look at my clit. Have you ever seen another girl's clit, Beth?"

"No," whispered Beth.

"Look at it closely. Every girl has a slightly different shape and size. Look at how it is formed, and think of your own. Have you ever done yourself in front of a mirror?"

"Yeah. Mine is similar to yours, but just a little longer, and the folds around it are not as rounded."

"Good. Now I want you to start getting me wet. I want you to put two fingers inside me now!"

Beth did as she was instructed. Beth arched her back a little as the sensation went through her body.

"Oh, yeah. You know how to do that. GGGGGoooood."

Beth's pubic hair matched the hair on her head, and it was trimmed so that it ended just below the top of her labia. Her labia were round and soft-looking. She was different than Lara, who had fuller labia with far more definition along the slit. Lara's fingers inside the slit were working their magic, not only on Beth, but on me, as well.

"Now put your tongue on my clit. I want you to pull it up with your lips, and then lick it. Remember how it sits in the folds. I want you to separate the folds with your tongue and then put your lips right on my clit."

As Lara followed Beth's instructions, Beth's voice got raspier and softer until she couldn't speak at all. She just softly moaned and bucked her hips as Lara ate her out.

By that time, Lara had started to experiment on her own. My wife was now doing things to this new friend that I had only seen in porno movies. She started burying her tongue in Beth's vagina while fingering her asshole rim.

"Oh, baby. That feels so good. Give it to me."

Then she lifted Beth's legs straight up, rested them on her shoulders and ran her tongue around Beth's ass.

"Ahhh. Yess. YESS. Oh, GOD YESSS."

I couldn't believe what I was seeing! Lara gave the brown ring a couple of minutes' attention, and then she moved back to Beth's clit. She started fingering her again with her tongue on her clit.

"Oh, god, I'm almost there! Suck it, SUCK IT!! Ahh, yeah!"

I had been rubbing on my cock while watching the show, and was close to orgasm. I moved next to Beth so I could fondle one of her breasts while I masturbated, and she smiled slightly when I touched one. She was way past telling Lara or me what to do, and I knew she was close to coming.

One more look at my wife with her face buried in Beth's pussy, and I came all over Beth's breasts. Watching me cum was apparently as good for Beth as me watching Lara eat Beth out. Just after my sperm hit her breasts, Lara started to buck against Lara's face, pulling it in tighter and tighter.

She let out a long, almost growling moan, "I'm coming. Lara, you're making me CUMMMMMMM!"

She arched her back as much as she could from that position, and then sank back on the bed. She had strained so hard that her face was red as a beet.

Lara stopped tonguing Beth and sat up. She pulled me to her and kissed me hard. I could taste Beth's pussy juice on Lara's mouth, and it was sweet. I knew that I would enjoy getting some directly off Beth.

I looked over at Bill, and he was using a hand towel to clean himself up.

I pointed to him, and Beth and Lara looked in his direction.

"I guess he came to the same conclusion I did." I said.

Lara lay down next to Beth, and they started kissing, my cum smearing between the two as they hugged.

Beth said, "You were great. I can't believe that was your first time eating pussy! And that thing you did with my asshole. Wow! I've never gotten anyone to do that before."

I had just gotten back with a warm, wet towel so they could clean themselves.

I told her. "When Lara decides to do anything, she pours everything she has into it, body and soul. You're just lucky you didn't bring a vibrator or dildo, or you would be sitting funny for a week!"

Beth gave me a devilish smile, and said, "Bill to throw my purse over here."

I couldn't believe it when she pulled out a small pink hard plastic vibrator!




Moonlight Window



"I didn't bring any lube," Beth said, "so Lara and I can only use this on our clits tonight."

Now it was time for Lara to flash a devilish smile.

"Hey, Bill. Toss me that Wallgreens bag on the dresser next to you."

Lara and I looked at each other. Neither of us had arranged it, but as Lara pulled out one of the bottles of personal lube and held it up for Beth to see, we simultaneously exclaimed what we both had been thinking

"Ya know . . . Just in case."

Beth squealed with delight as Lara and I laughed at our inside joke.

"Lara, you vixen. Now you're going to get a real treat!"

With that, she grabbed the lube and got the vibrator really slippery. She told Lara to spread her legs wide, and then I saw Beth turn the vibrator on and move it down to my wife's pussy. Beth began to passionately kiss Lara, and at the same time she teasingly moved the vibrator over and around Lara's pussy lips.

The four inch long vibrator was less than three quarters of an inch in diameter, and with that much lube on it Beth was able to slide it easily up into Lara's vagina.

Lara let out a little scream, "HAH!" as it went in to the hilt.

We played with toys like that before, but the thought of a woman shoving it in while Bill and I watched made it ten times more exciting. Lara was thrusting against Beth's hand now. I knew she could feel Beth's fingers holding the end of the vibrator as it went in all the way over and over again. She was going wild. Just when I was wondering why Beth had not put the vibrator on Lara's clit and finished everything, Beth pulled away from their continuous kiss and asked a quite unexpected question.

"Do you want it up the ass?"

"Yes!"

Lara said that without hesitation, and lifted her legs way up so her butt was in the air. Beth knelt between her legs and applied lube not only to the vibrator but also to my wife's asshole.

She also squirted lube on her slender index finger, and said, "Honey, brace yourself. I'm about to prime you for the main event."

With that, she stuck her finger into Lara's ass. Lara cried out with pleasure as Beth digitally buggered her.

"Oh . . . Feels sooo good."

Beth pulled her finger out, added more lube and then did it again and again. Each time, my wife squealed with pleasure.

She told Lara, "I need to get enough lube inside your anus so that the vibrator won't hurt when it goes in. Most men, and even some women just try to jam something in our dry assholes, and that's why most women never get a taste for anal. You have to start gentle and you have to start out small."

By now my wife was just lying there groaning with pleasure at the slippery anal invasion, and I'm not even sure she heard what Beth had said. When Beth added even more lube to the vibrator and turned it on again, Lara sure reacted to the sound. She raised he legs almost over her head and moaned in anticipation.

"Now, now," she said several times.

"Here it comes sweetheart. Let me know if there is any pain, and I'll stop."

When the vibrator entered her, she shrieked again with pleasure.

Beth asked, "Any pain?"

"Nnno. More!"

Beth started to lick Lara's clit.

She looked at me and said, "Stick in as many fingers as her pussy will hold."

Beth was oriented over Lara's tummy, with her hand reaching around to work the vibrator and her tongue on Lara's clit. The space open at Lara's was a little congested, and I could only get two fingers in.

Not thirty seconds later, I felt Lara's pussy contract around my fingers as wave after wave of orgasm swept over her.

"Oh, god, oh, god, yess, yess, Oh, Oh, OHHHHH!"

Beth said to keep going, and we kept licking and thrusting my wife until the shoved us away and moaned for us to stop.

Beth and I lay down next to my completely spent Lara and cuddled with her for a while. We looked at Bill, and it was fairly obvious by the stack of tissues that he had come at least once more while the ladies fucked each other's brains out.

Beth asked Lara, "Did it hurt, honey?"

"No. Your lube job and the small diameter of the vibrator were perfect for a first time. I was a little uncomfortable at first, but it was not painful. After the first few seconds, it wasn't even uncomfortable. I think I was afraid it was going to hurt, and when it didn't, I loosened up and just went for broke.

"I never imagined I could derive so much pleasure from a double penetration, but I would do that again.

"One of my professors at law school said that I was born with the gift for oral argument. You, my sweet were born with the gift of oral sex!"

She kissed Beth again as we cuddled for a bit. Bill was sitting in his easy chair with his feet on an ottoman. He was lazily rubbing his mostly-flaccid penis as he watched us on the bed.

After a while, we started a little idle rubbing and touching again. Beth got up and grabbed Lara's half slip from the floor where she had dropped it. It was very soft and silky, and she ran it over Lara's body.

"Lay there and tell me how this feels on each part of your body," she said. "Let's start with your hands. Hold them out."

Lara closed her eyes and smiled as the silky fabric caressed her.

"It feels cool and silky. Very sensual."

"Do you like the sensation?"

"Yes, very much."

"I'm going to run it up your arm and across your shoulders now. Tell me what you experience."

"It feels like taking off a slip. It's very slinky on my skin."

"How about your breasts?"

"Oh, that's great. A slip never slides across my breasts for that long when I put it on or take it off, but when you prolong the contact, it amplifies the sensation. Oh! Wait a minute. What changed?"

"Lara, I first used the smooth body of the slip on your breasts and nipples. What I am doing now is running just the lace trim against your nipples. Tell me what you feel."

"It's like a million tiny fingers, or maybe carbonation. Each little variation in the fabric catches the nipple and provides a new level of friction. Wow. I never knew! The sensation is almost like a vibrator."

Beth moved to the edge of the bed and lay there with her legs on the floor and her butt half off the bed.

"Now it's time for you to get me off again, Lara. Sit up and do what I say."

Lara sat up and Beth handed her the slip. Beth reached down and held her labia slightly open.

"Hold the slip by the waistband, and start moving it upwards against my pussy. As you pass my pussy, move your hands a little towards my stomach, so the fabric runs past my clit."

I sat there, fascinated. I had never heard of anything like this, let alone witnessed it.

"Mmm. That's good. A little more towards my stomach. Yeah, now it's on my clit."

Beth continued, "Now raise it and lower it, just using the silky side, no lace. Ahh, that's it. Down again. Let it slide down by itself. Oh, yes, that's good. Real good. Again three more times. YESS. YESS! Now turn it so the lace along the slit is touching my pussy and riding up against my clit. Sam, she will be able to pull it up, but you will have to help her by pulling it down."

Lara slid it up, and I grabbed it to pull it down.

Beth yelled, "Akkkkh!! Gently! Gently! It's not a chainsaw. Just let it tickle. I probably won't be able to say much more, so just remember. Be gentle. (softly) Gentle . . ."

Lara and I worked that lace over her clit for several minutes. We held it so gently that I don't think it was in contact all of the time. Beth had been right. After about ten seconds, she just lay there with her eyes closed. She started to softly moan. It became louder and irregular. She began moving her hips up and down as if she were fucking the slip!

Her moaning became rhythmic, following the movement of the slip and her hips.

"Ohhh, ohhh, uhh yaahhh.," and then, "Oh, God, yes, yes, yess, YESSSSS!"

Her hips bucked, and she came hard, pussy juice flowing out and wetting the slip. She grabbed the slip.

"Nnnnn. Ssstop slipppp."

She pulled it out of our hands, bunched it up and bit down on it hard as the waves of her orgasm dissipated.

We watched her breathing go from ragged to slow over the next minute. Finally I asked her how it felt.

"It's wonderful to masturbate with silk or nylon like that, but when someone does it to you, it can drive you wild. You have to be careful, though," she said, rolling her eyes and laughing. "Long before I was into girls, a school friend told me about it when I asked her why she was walking a bit odd. I gotta tell you the story."

Bill sat up and smiled. Lara and I sat up like we were about to hear campfire story.

"My friend said that she and another girlfriend had heard about the 'slip thing' and also heard that it was more intense if you were tied up when it was done to you. They talked about it and got themselves worked up thinking about it. They had never touched another girl let alone each other, so they were afraid to 'do it.' Maybe they thought it would turn them instantly into lesbians. I don't know."

" They were playing Truth or Dare at a slumber party with a few other girls one day, and her girlfriend dared her to let the other girls do 'it' to her. She was afraid to chicken out of a dare, so she agreed. Apparently, no one warned her about what to do it with or how to do it. Her friends tied her arms with sheets and held them over her head across the bed. Her pussy was on the edge of the bed on the opposite side.

"Laying there tied by a bunch of girls who also never had been with another girl, they stripped off her pajama bottoms and tied her feet to the frame on the other side. Then they did it to her with a chiffon petticoat.

"It was the only thing they had that looked like a slip, and it sure got her off! The problem was that they didn't stop while she was climaxing. They did it for more than a minute more with that relatively coarse fabric while she screamed. Her girlfriends had never seen a woman climax, and they thought the screaming was part of the orgasm!

"She said that her labia and clit were red and swollen for three days."

Lara said with mock seriousness, "No chiffon and stop at the orgasm. Good safety tip!"

We all had a good laugh, and Beth went over to Bill to cuddle for a while.

Lara looked at Beth, and said, "It looked like you enjoyed the edge of pain with the lace. Are there any other activities that bring you to that pleasurable edge?"

I could sense a slight change in Lara's tone. I had a feeling my wife was about to make that leap off the bridge.

Beth said, "Stretching my pussy to its limits sometimes brings me pleasure."

She reached out to Lara, took her hand and looked at it.

"Sometimes Bill inserts three well-lubed fingers. Four is way too much, and he has never been able to get the whole hand in. Not even close."

She kissed Lara's hand and brushed it over her cheek.

"Your hand is soft and smooth, Lara, and it's half the size of Bill's. I think you could get your whole hand in there. But not right now, sweetie. The slip left me a bit over stimulated, and I don't know if I could take it."

Lara had indeed decided that now was the time to see how far she could get away with dominating Beth.

She said, "Oh no you don't, Beth. You can't tell me you like something that erotic and tell me you can't take it right away. Your only choice in the matter is to tell me if you want it lying on your back from above or on your knees from behind."

"Not yet, Lara. Like I said, I'm a little worn out right now," Beth said tentatively.

Lara pulled Beth back to the bed and pushed her down. She held her there by the shoulders.

"Now!"

Beth saw the look on Lara's face. She looked pleadingly at Lara.

"Please," she said. "Not yet."

Lara's tone was stone cold now. She bent over Beth with a stern expression.

She just said, "Choose."

She released Beth and got off of her.

Bill sat up at this. He picked up the tone in Lara's voice, and I guess he was curious to see how his girlfriend would react. I was a bit curious, too, for that matter.

Beth had a strange look on her face. It wasn't fear, but it something like that. With a trembling voice she moved to the center of the bed, spread her legs wide open and spoke in a small voice.

"Please, Lara. Lube your hand really well. Please."

Lara was starting to enjoy this game a lot. She got on top of Beth again, and as she straddled her, the younger woman turned her face to the side.

Lara said, "It's called fisting, Beth. Fisting. Look at me. Look me in the eyes right now and tell me you want me to fist your cunt! Say it. Say 'Please Lara, fist my open, wet cunt.'"

Beth was almost in tears, but she looked up at my wife and whimpered, "Please Lara, fist my open wet cunt."

Lara picked up the tube of lubricant and held her hand over Beth's face while she applied a generous amount. Beth watched as Lara's fingers became shiny with the lubricant, not ten inches over her face.

Lara moved down so she could kneel between Beth's white-stocking legs. Without a word or any other foreplay, she started to work her fingers into Beth. First she put in three fingers. They slid in easily.

"Tell me that feels good, Beth".

Beth managed to get out. "Yes, it does."

"Tell me you want another finger. Tell me you want more. Say it!"

Beth said, "Please give me more, Lara. I want you to give me more."

Lara put four fingers together, with her thumb tucked inside the fingers. This time, there was more resistance, and Beth cried out.

"Tell me to keep going, that you want my whole hand," ordered Lara.

"Keep going, Lara. I want your whole hand inside me now," cried Beth.

There may have been some pain in her voice, but most of what I heard was pleading. She was begging my wife to fist her in front of Bill and me. She was turned on, now, by what was happening!

Lara added a little more lubricant and gave a final push. Her hand went all the way into Beth's vagina, and her pussy closed around the older woman's slender wrist. Lara looked at me and saw what must have been a really amazed expression.

She said, "Go down on Beth while I fist-fuck her. Let's drive her insane!"

Beth cried out, "Give it to me Lara. I want to be fisted and licked. Please!"

I didn't need any more encouragement than that. I moved right over so that I could lick her. With the lube on Lara's hand and her pussy juices, she was really wet. As my tongue flicked over Beth's clit, I could see and hear my wife moving her hand in and out of Beth's cunt a few inches from my face. She never moved her hand out all the way out. She just moved it out far enough to see the end of her wrist before plunging it back in as far as she could shove it.

Bill seemed to be in shock. He had never seen Beth dominated before. He later told us that he had no interest in domination, so he had never tried it. He had to admit, though, that it turned him on to see Beth ordered by my wife. He came a little closer so he could watch the expression on her face as Beth fisted her.

With my licking and Lara's fisting, Beth came again in about four or five minutes.

As her orgasm built, she started talking to Lara.

"Please Lara. Fuck my dirty little cunt. I want you to do it until I cum."

Lara said, "Tell me you want my husband to lick your twat. Spread your legs so he can get a better look at me fisting you! Say it!"

"Oh, Lara. I want Bill to suck my clit. I want him to spread my legs wide apart so he can look at you punishing my cunt."

That drove her over the edge. This time she screamed loud enough that I thought she might be heard in another room. She groaned a little when Beth pulled her hand out, I moved away from her pussy and then Lara climbed on top of her. Lara held her tightly by the shoulders and kissed her deeply. Without hesitation, Beth kissed Lara back.

Bill and I sat on opposite sides of the bed and watched our ladies hug and caress each other. I wish someone had taken a picture our faces. I don't think either of us had been that flabbergasted in the last twenty years!

I don't think any of us fully understood what had just happened. Beth, who was bigger and in better shape than my wife had just allowed herself to be dominated by Lara.

After several minutes of silence, Lara tenderly spoke to Beth.

"Sweetheart, are you okay? Are you hurt at all, honey?"

Beth was still in my wife's arms. Lara pulled Beth's face to hers gently for a light kiss on the cheek.

Beth beamed back, "Except for the fact that I'm probably going to walk wrong for a few days, I've never been better."

She kissed Lara back, and seemed to be content to have Lara hold her.

She looked at Bill and said, "Honey, I'm sorry to have to say that that was the most erotic experience of my life. I want your tongue where Sam had his the next time we do that, 'cause I love you so much and want you to be part of that experience."

Bill kissed his girlfriend and said, "You know I will, Honey. I've told you over and over that I'll do just about anything to make you happy."

I asked Beth, "Ready for another round?"

She knew I was kidding by that time, but she played it to the hilt. She turned to Beth and clung to her like the heroine in a bad play featuring Snidely Whiplash.

"Please, Sir, no more!"

We all laughed again, and agreed that we were all about worn out. We decided that Bill and Beth didn't have to walk all the way back to their neighboring resort.

The bed was king sized, and there was enough room for all four of us to get under the covers. The ladies took the inside, and Bill and I were on the outside. It was two o'clock in the morning, and we had been fucking on and off for nearly four hours. Within minutes after turning out the lights, we were all fast asleep.

I awoke the next morning with Lara's silk covered legs entwined with mine. I kissed her.

"Good morning," she said when my kiss woke her up.

She turned over to find Bill and Beth still sleeping. I nearly choked when I saw my wife pull the covers down and lightly touch Bills penis.

I whispered in her ear, "So much for not wanting any penis but mine near you."

She whispered back, "Oh, shut up and watch. I'm barely getting it started"

It only took a few strokes before it was hard, and Lara took Beth's hand and placed it on the shaft. That woke Beth, but Bill was still asleep.

Lara whispered to Beth, "Sam and I want to see you give your man a little 'morning delight.'"

Beth looked at Lara and asked, "Did you do that?" indicating Bill's erect member.

Lara nodded, and Beth turned her attention to Bill. She gently stroked him until he woke up. He kissed her, and she told him to lay back and enjoy the ride. She stroked him for a few minutes and then went down on him.

"Beth, I love your mouth," Bill as he enjoyed the ride. "Do you thing with the underside of the head. Yeah. Oh, baby!"

Bill asked for several more specific actions. Apparently, Beth had blown him so many times that he had cataloged each of her techniques. She did every one of them on cue! It was like watching the dance master giving instructions the prima ballerina. Every request performed with perfection.

Bill then gave Beth a series of three instructions. It was like he knew the last three numbers of a combination. No, it was that he did know the last three numbers of a combination.

When Beth stared on that sequence (I think it involved the scrotum, the hole in the very tip of the head, and a kind of modified "deep throat" technique), I found that Bill had said his last intelligible words for the remainder of the process. His remaining ability to speak consisted of what seemed to be random vowels and consonants strung together.

"Oh, ahngkaahhh! Ohhowyaaak! Ah ah ah AHHHH!"

Lara and I watched as Beth's extraordinary oral talents brought him to climax.