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There Could Be More...

By: Scorpio44



[This story equally fits in at least two genre. It could be in BDSM and it could be in Group. Now that I think more about it the story also belongs in Erotic Couplings. If Lit had a category for Polyamory it would fit there as well. There is oral sex (fellatio & cunnilingus), anal, strap on sex, coitus and lots of touching. A bit of bondage, some flogging, and maybe even a surprise or two. If any of these are areas that don't interest you this may not be a good story for you. If you feel adventure of the sensual nature and a story about a slightly different from vanilla relationship, this may be just the story to create the reaction you like. After you've read, please vote and comment. No point in telling me I got it in the wrong genre... I already agree.]

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I was invited to an awards dinner. It was to honor a group that works with youth who have been in a little trouble and works with the youth and their families. The award would be accepted by the director of the organization. It was also a fund raiser for them.

My wife, Sara, bought a new dress for the event. She is an artist and the dress she picked was stunning. It was black, shiny and clung to her like it was made of affectionate static cling. It showed her legs up to about five inches above her knees and had a six inch slit up from the hem showing a little extra leg on her right side. The dress did cover her breasts, almost like a bikini top: two triangles of shiny material and two tiny, thin straps that joined behind her neck. What I liked was that the material was almost sheer. In the right light I could see her areola. In any light I could see her blueberry sized nipples pushing the fabric. Her back was bare down to the top edge of her sacroiliac. Under the dress she wore suspender hose. Her feet were in three inch black heeled sandals. At my request, her golden hair, which in casual settings is usually loose at her shoulders, was piled up on her head showing her beautiful neck. The playful Sara had gone down to Venice beach and had a guy there use henna and letter at the bottom of her hairline, "Kiss here".

I was in the uniform for such occasions and I was sure I looked like a character from "Happy Feet." My tux fit well and I honestly liked wearing it a few times a year.

Three hundred people came to the Biltmore Hotel and were seated by eight pm. This ceremony was a bit different than most in that the award was made at 8:15, before even the salad had been served. We were told it was done that way because the recipient's wife had gone into labor and he needed to get to the hospital. 

At our table for eight there were five people when we arrived. Jack Sharp and his wife Alana, Marcus Fountain and his wife Helen and a woman who introduced herself as Selina. She gave no last name and said nothing about her significant other. I assumed she was single. The men all shook hands with me and introduced their wives. Alana and Helen were seated when we arrived as was Selina. Alana and Helen shook hands from their seated positions. When Selina introduced herself she stood and shook my hand and hugged Sara. It happened fast and Sara really had no way to avoid the hug.

I pulled chairs out for both women and they sat, on either side of me. Selina leaned towards me and looked at Sara.

"Are you Sara Peterson, the artist?"

"I'm glad you asked it that way. If you had asked if I was the Sara Peterson I might have said no. I am Sara Peterson and I am an artist."

I smiled at Sara. She smiled back.

Selina said, to the rest of the people at the table, "Sara is a fabulous artist. I saw a work of hers at a gallery in San Francisco last weekend. I bought it!"

Alana asked, "What type of art is it?"

"A sculpture. It's about three feet long of a reclining woman."

"Nude?" Alana asked.

"Yes. And it's made of oak. The warmth of the wood gives it a special sensuality."

"Thank you." Sara said. "Have you ever posed?"

"Me? No." Selina answered.

Sara looked at me and I nodded, ever so slightly.

"I invite you to come to my studio and pose for me. I have been looking for someone who would look perfect if done in a piece of wood I have waiting."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes. Are you willing to have a sculpture of your body sold to someone who will look at it and possibly lust after you for many years?"

"Oh, Yes! That sounds very exciting."

"Can you come tomorrow afternoon?"

"Yes!"

"I will need to see you once a week for about two months. Can you do that?"

"I think I can. Does it need to be on the same day each week?"

"No. We can work it out." I handed Sara a business card and she gave it to Selina. I had the card because there was no where on Sara for her to have it.

Mrs. Sharp listened to the entire conversation and asked, "Will Mr. Peterson be there when Selina poses?"

Sara answered, "My studio is in our home. My husband is always welcome in the studio or wherever I am."

Mrs. Sharp asked Selina, "Is it Ok with you that Mr. Peterson sees you naked?"

"Yes! I'm sure he has seen naked people before. I have the same basic parts as any woman. It will be exciting to have him look."

Alana turned to her husband just as the salads arrived. "Jack, would it be Ok if I posed for Sara?"

"Did she ask you to pose?"

"No, not yet."

"Then the question is hypothetical. Ask me when it's a real question."

I nudged Sara and she understood. "Mrs. Sharp, I would love to have you pose for me, either alone or with Selina. Can you come tomorrow?"

Mrs. Sharp smiled and turned to Jack again. "Jack, would it be Ok if I pose with Selina for Sara?"

"What about your other commitments?"

"I can juggle them. My question wasn't can you arrange my schedule, it was would it be Ok?"

"And Mr. Peterson will be there and see you naked?"

"Yes!"

"Then, I don't like the idea. No."

"May I ask why?" I asked.

"I have a beautiful wife and it just isn't right for another man to see her naked. I don't know you. How do I know what might go on?"

"Are you worried that Sara, Selina and I might seduce your wife?"

"Such things have happened to people."

I looked at him and knew he was cheating on his wife. I also knew she knew.

"So, seeing her naked might turn me on?"

"Oh, yeah!"

"And a man shouldn't be turned on by a woman he isn't married to?"

"Not if he's married."

Mrs. Sharp faced her husband and asked, "Did you look at Selina, or Sara or Helen and get turned on?"

"No. I'm with you."

"If I go to the ladies room will you look at them and be turned on at all?"

"No. It isn't right."

Mrs. Sharp turned to me and asked, "Have you ever met Selina or me before tonight?"

"No, I haven't had the pleasure."

"When you met us did anything about us turn you on?"

"If you mean did I think about having you share my bed, did I think about having sex with either of you, my answer is yes."

"Would you like to have sex with me?"

"Under the right circumstances, yes."

"What would those be?"

"First, I would be invited. Second, it would need to be Ok with your significant other. Third, Sara would need to be there, as a participant."

"Hold it!" Jack said. "This has gone too far. You expect me to sit here and have you proposition my wife and do nothing?"

"I have not propositioned your wife or any other wife. I stated my conditions. Number one was that I was invited. That makes it clear that the invitation would not be from me but to me. That hasn't happened. If it does, we move to the second condition, which is that it would need to be Ok with her significant other. Are you Mrs. Sharp's significant other?"

"I'm her husband!"

"Close enough."

"And, I say, no way!"

Mrs. Sharp had bristled every time he pronounced anything that sounded like an edict. She asked, "Why do you say no way?"

"Because you're my wife!"

"Would you follow Mr. Peterson's rules before you had sex with someone other than me?"

"No! Yes! I wouldn't have sex with someone else!"

"Mr. Peterson admits that he has thought about sex with many other women, other than his beautiful wife Sara. Do you admit to the same kinds of thoughts?"

"No."

"Really?" Her eyebrows rose as she looked him in the face. He had looked away as he said, "No."

"Really."

She got out of her chair and handed an envelope from her purse to a waiter. It had something written on the outside of the envelope. He took it and walked away. Mrs. Sharp sat back down and began eating her salad. 

"That's it?" Sara asked.

"I'm considering what my husband has just said. He sounded like he meant it, didn't he?"

Sara and Mrs. Fountain nodded. Mrs. Sharp took another bite of her salad and so did everyone at the table.

I watched the waiter. As he walked across the room I saw a tall man leave the table the waiter seemed to be headed towards. When he arrived he said something and a woman took the envelope. She read what was inside and said something to the waiter. He pointed in our direction and she walked to us. Jack Sharp would have needed to turn around to see her coming. He didn't. When she was standing behind Jack, Mrs. Sharp spoke to her.

"Jack has been telling us how wrong it is to cheat on a marriage. He told us that he never lusts after anyone but me, his wife. Do you believe him?"

"Why are you asking me? What's going on?"

"Jack has been a very bad boy. He had sex with you. He had sex with you and made a DVD of it. I have the DVD."

Jack jumped to his feet and said, "It isn't true!"

"Sit down, Jack." Mrs. Sharp said softly. He sat. The woman from across the room stood still and looked close to fainting. Her mouth looked like she wanted to say something but couldn't get her face to work.

Mrs. Sharp looked around the table and said, "Would you like some proof? Ok. This woman," (She pointed at the woman standing behind her husband) has a tattoo on the left cheek of her ass. It is a tattoo of a star and a crescent." The woman's face went pale.

At that moment the man I had seen leaving her table minutes before stepped beside her. He looked at Mrs. Sharp and said, "What tattoo? Where?"

"On her ass and it's a star and a crescent."

"How can you know that?"

"I have a DVD of my husband Jack (she pointed) and her having sex. The tattoo shows in more than one scene."

The man looked at his wife. It was obvious that he wanted to hit her. He said, "Did you fuck him?" He asked in such a loud voice that the room stopped. Everyone looked at him and the woman he faced.

She started to answer and he said, "Do not speak! Nod or shake your head."

She nodded. Tears fell from her face.

"Give me your rings."

"Please, No! Forgive me." She reached for him. He grabbed her left hand and took the rings off her.

"The earrings." He held out his hand. She took them off. Then the necklace. He put them in the pocket of his tuxedo jacket.

She was sobbing and looking at the floor. No one in the ballroom moved. Our table had the attention of everyone in the room.

"The dress." She looked up at him and said, "I have only hose under the dress."

"You may keep the hose and the shoes. Give me the dress. If you do not I will rip it from your body."

She lifted the dress up over her head and handed it to him. She was nude except for the stockings and her shoes.

He spoke to everyone in the room. "In the culture where I was raised her adultery would be punished by death. I see wisdom in not killing her. She is no longer my wife. She is no longer anyone I know. Anyone who wants her can have her. She comes just as you see her. She has fucked another woman's husband." He turned and left the ballroom.

Sara looked at me. Her eyes pleaded with me. I stood and walked to the humiliated woman. Her body shook as she cried and felt her utter humiliation. I put my Tux jacket around her shoulders and had her sit in my chair. Both Sara and Selina put their arms around her.

Mrs. Sharp spoke. "Jack, we have not forgotten you. Just after we left home this evening the locks were all changed. All your personal accounts have been frozen. None of your personal credit cards will work." She waved and a man came from another table and served Jack his papers. Divorce and a restraining order.

"You will be asked to agree to a settlement. If you agree you will keep your precious company. If you fight me you will lose everything. I will send copies of the DVD to everyone in your business data base."

Mrs. Sharp stood and before she left she looked at me and said, "Is tomorrow still OK?"

"Yes. About ten?" I asked.

"Excellent!" She turned and walked out. Before she got to the double doors, we followed. Selina on my left, our new friend on my right and Sara helping me hold her up. When we reached my car I stopped and looked at the woman wearing my jacket.

"You no longer exist in the world you knew. You may come with us to our home. You will be our guest for seven days. At the end of the seven days you can either walk out the door or choose to stay. If you accept my offer you will have a new life. For a new life you will need a name. Would you like to choose a name or shall I?"

"Call me whatever you like." Her voice was a whisper.

"Sara, she will be your sister for the next seven days. I want you to name her. Think about it and tell me when we get home." I turned to Selina. "Are you coming home with us?"

"I would like to, Sir. May I follow you? That way I can bring my car."

"Yes. Sara will go with you and you will not get lost. Do you need to stop anywhere along the way?"

"No."

"Good. We will see you at home." We walked to the two cars and left the Biltmore. Forty-five minutes later I opened the garage door and parked inside. I got out and went to the passenger door. She had not spoken once during the trip. She held the jacket close around her and she cried. I helped her out of the car and we walked into the house.

She followed me across the house and into our bedroom. I found a robe and handed it to her, taking my jacket and hanging it up. I pointed to the bed and said, "Please sit." She did. 

I fully undressed and went into the bathroom and showered, shaved and drained my bladder. When I went back into the bedroom she had not moved.

"Do you need to use the bathroom?"

"Yes, Sir."

I pointed and she went quickly into the bathroom. I heard her stream and I heard the flush. When she came back I pointed to the bed and said, "Please sit."

Sara and Selina came in. I waited until they were in the bedroom and I said, "We need to have a conversation. Selina, I suspect you want to be a part of the conversation. Before we have the conversation I want you comfortable. Sara, please get robes for both of you."

She went into the closet and brought back two robes. Both sexy. One in green and one in blue. She gave the blue to Selina.

"Take everything off. All three of you should be wearing only the robes."

Sara didn't hesitate. She took everything off, gathered the clothes from Selina and the stockings from our new friend and she put them all in a hamper in the bathroom. I sat in a chair. I pointed to the bed and said, "Please sit."

Selina sat on one side and Sara the other side of our newest female friend.

"Sara, give her a new name, please."

"We will call you Esta."

"I like it. Esta, do you like your new name?"

"I do. Thank you."

"Now, to the conversation. In this family I am the master. Sara is my wife and she has given me her life. We discovered years ago that Sara has a submissive nature. That does not mean she is weak. She is incredibly strong. While we were at dinner we had a non-verbal conversation. We agreed to bring you here Esta and offer you a place in our family. We both sense that you have a submissive nature. Do you understand our offer, Esta?"

"I think so."

"Explain it to us, please."

"If I accept I will do as you say. My life will be yours to command and I will obey."

"That is one way to say it. I prefer to say that you will decide that you choose to focus your life on pleasing me and having me take care of you. I do not command often. Mostly I request. I ask please. When I do that, Sara hears an opportunity to please me and she willingly complies. You will do that too."

"Everything?"

"Yes. Everything. You will never wear anything I don't like. If I want you to have long hair, you will let it grow. If I want you to shave your pussy, you will shave it often enough that I will never feel stubble. You will eat what I tell you to eat, get the exercise I specify and you will help maintain our homes. Understand now?"

"Yes. I will live my life to please you."

"And we, in turn, will live our lives with the intent to have you have a wonderful life."

"Then I accept."

"Too soon. Stay with us for a week. See if this is a fit. See if your submissive nature meshes with this family. If it does, and we see the same thing, then you can accept. If it doesn't work, I will give you enough clothes to fill a suitcase and enough money to hold you for about a month while you build a new life."

"I accept. One week. You are generous."

I turned slightly and said, "Selina, your situation is not the same as Esta's. There is no urgency for you to decide anything. Somehow I believe that you were at our table on purpose. Right?"

"Yes, Sir. I wanted to meet Sara and you."

"Now, you have met us. You know how we live. I know nothing about you. Please tell me about yourself."

"Three years ago I gave myself to Martin Webster. I believe you knew him. I have been his until three months ago, when he died of a heart attack. I found that he had taken care of me very well financially and had left me three names of men he thought would be good to me. Your name was at the top of the list. It took me a while to find you. When I did, I found that you would be at the fund raiser tonight. I bought my way in so that I could meet you."

"I knew Martin. I did not know he had you in his life."

"I offer myself to you as Martin wished me to do. Since I trusted him with my life, I continue to do so."

"I will not give you my answer until Monday at the soonest. I must check you out and see if what you tell me is so. Perhaps the same seven days would be best for both of you."

"Yes, Master. As you wish."

"Esta, listen carefully. Selina used the title Master. Neither of you is to use that title anywhere except in our play room. If you use it outside the playroom you will be punished. Each time you use it the punishment will be more painful. Do you both understand?"

Esta said, "Yes, Sir." Selina said, "As you say, Sir."

"In public I am Nick, Mr. Peterson or Honey. You will learn which term to use when. Selina, did Mr. Webster mark or collar you?"

"Yes. I took it off and it was buried with him. He had the hood of my clitoris pierced and a gold ring put there."

"I have been considering having Sara pierced. Perhaps we will have all three of you done. But, not tonight. This is a king sized bed but three women and me is too many. Sara, would you show Esta and Selina to the guest room? The blue one. You will sleep together. In the morning, at nine, be back in here. Please do not pleasure yourself or each other tonight."

Sara led them out of the bedroom and in two minutes she was back. I was in bed. She hung the robe back in the closet and joined me.

"May we talk?" She asked.

"Yes."

"You have made my life easier tonight. With three of us to take care of everything we can take wonderful care of you. Thank you, Honey."

"I also made your life more difficult. It will be up to you to train both of them. Esta will be the easier. Selina will need to unlearn some of the things Webster taught her. I will give you three weeks. After that you will be punished every time they screw up."

"Nick, Mrs. Sharp will be here at ten."


There Could Be More...



"She wants me to fuck her."

"Will you, Honey?"

"Probably, but not tomorrow. It would be an angry fuck tomorrow and I don't like angry fucks. I want to have sex with you, with Esta and with Selina and I want to watch you with them as well."

"Would you like to be inside me now, Honey?"

"No. I want to hold you and sleep."

She snuggled in close and as I drifted off to sleep I thought about our new life together.

Saturday

When my eyes opened Sara was still next to me. She was awake. I turned my head and saw Selina and Esta sitting on the floor near the bed. The clock read 9:11am.

I kissed Sara and said, "This will be a busy day. Mrs. Sharp will be here in less than an hour. She does not know of our conversation last night or the nature of our relationship. She will ask about you being here, Esta. She knows your old name. I do not want her looking at the tattoo on your butt all day. That would just upset her." I paused, thinking.

"Ok. Here's what we will do. While Mrs. Sharp is here Esta and I will be gone for a while. She needs clothes, so we will go shopping. She will need to borrow some clothes from you Sara so she doesn't go out naked. A dress that is easy to take off and put on. And, before we go, we need breakfast. Selina please make breakfast for all of us. Esta, start the shower and you will shower with me."

Sara kissed me again and bounded from the bed. She took Selina by the hand and into the kitchen. Esta went into the bathroom and started the shower. I got up, followed Esta into the bathroom and peed. When I looked at Esta I saw the tattoo for the first time and knew something needed to be done with it. Not today, but soon. 

We showered. I washed Esta and she relaxed to my touch. At first she was anxious and didn't know what to do or what I wanted. I talked her through what I expected in a shower partner. She had a small amount of hair just above her slit. When I washed her I tugged on the hair and told her I would like her to be fully shaved. She said, "Yes, Honey. Would you like me to do it now?"

"No. When we come back from shopping will be soon enough."

I shampooed her hair and she loved being taken care of that way. Wet, her hair reached far enough down her back that it would have reached her bra strap. I wondered how much time would be spent in caring for that much hair.

We got out, dried off and I dressed. Sara had left a dress on the bed for Esta. And, some sandals. I let Esta use Sara's bathroom equipment to take care of her hair and told her to find us in the kitchen. I went to the kitchen and Selina was putting breakfast on the table. It was good and I complimented her on it. I also told Sara she was doing great. We all sat together and ate. As we finished I said, "While Mrs. Sharp is here you will stay nude, a robe is Ok but not tied. If she wants sex you have permission to play with her any way you want but nothing goes in either of your asses. No marks are to be left on anyone. Spend at least two hours working on the sculpture. When we get home Esta will spend the rest of her time in the bedroom or on the upper deck. Mrs. Sharp will ask what happened to whatever her name was, what you can tell her is that you discovered that she is a submissive and that Mrs. Sharp's ex exploited her. You can tell her that we are taking care of her and helping her recover from being exploited and humiliated."

They both said, "Yes, Honey."

Esta and I left. As we drove away I saw a gray Mercedes park in front of our gate and Mrs. Sharp got out of the car. 

Esta sat quietly. I asked, "Are you afraid to speak?" 

"Yes, Nick. I don't want to make mistakes."

"You may speak all during our shopping trip. Be mindful that those around us don't know the nature of our relationship. They will assume that you are my wife, my mistress, my girl-friend. Remember, we don't buy anything unless I like it."

"Yes, Nick. Where are we going first?"

In the Westside Pavilion I think we can find everything we need."

We did. She got shoes, dresses, bras, panties, suspender hose, shorts, tops and we went in a beauty supply store and bought the things she needed or wanted for her bathroom. As we shopped I explained my thinking so she would not always need me along when she shopped. We had lunch and drove home. Esta was wearing new clothes.

"You spent a lot of money, Honey. How can I be worth it?"

"Take care of us. The better you take care of us the better we take care of you."

"Is there anything I can do for you right now?"

"I don't think the Santa Monica freeway is a good place for sexual activity, but if you put your hand on my thigh that would feel nice."

Her hand went onto my thigh. "I like how that feels, Honey. It's romantic." She said.

"Yes, it is. I'm not going to ask about your prior relationships. If there are things you want me to know, so that I may better understand you, then I want you to tell me. Ok?"

"When you ask, "Ok?" You are asking if I understand, not if I like it. Right?"

"Yes. You might be inclined to stay quiet about Jack and your ex, but something about each of those relationships may help me be a better husband to you. Your job is to share those things with me and with Sara. It isn't about you liking or not liking the conversation. Understand?"

"Yes, Nick." She sat quietly for most of the trip home. Her hand stayed on my thigh. Finally, she spoke.

"Jack told me he was in the process of getting a divorce. He also kept telling me that he was in charge. I didn't want to do many of the things he wanted me to do, but I didn't know how to say no to him."

She started to cry. "Tell me more, please."

"I've thought about it a lot since he met me. I was raised in a culture where women are raised to obey. I was taught to obey my mother, my older sisters and all the men in my life. All the men were relatives, brothers, my father, uncles, and my grandfather. I was not to question. I was to obey. When we moved to Los Angeles suddenly there were many men in my life who were not relatives. Jack was one of them. I met him when he bumped into my cart in the market. He was angry and told me to get out of his way.

I did and I apologized for being in his way. He talked to me. I was afraid. If my husband or my relatives saw me talking to a man I would be punished severely. He told me he would not tell my husband if I would meet him the next day in the parking lot of the market. I didn't know what to do, so I agreed."

"And, the next day?"

"He drove into the parking lot and told me to get into his car. He took me to an apartment building and into an apartment. He told me that from that time on I belonged to him. I would meet him there at the apartment every Tuesday at noon and I would do whatever he asked me to do."

"Was that the first time he had sex with you?"

"Yes. I was so embarrassed. Only my husband had ever seen me naked. He made me strip and show him everything!"

"What about the tattoo?"

"Even the woman who did the tattoo was a relative. She only saw my butt, not my face or any other part of me. My husband said it marked me as his property."

"We will take care of that soon. Do you understand that you are not at fault for what happened?"

"I am, Nick. I allowed it to happen!"

"No. Your culture and your beliefs set you up and Jack exploited you. We'll work with you and together we will change those beliefs. Right now I want you to know that you have my permission to say no to anyone, even to me. You have all the power in your life, just like Sara and just like Selina."

"Sara can say no to you?" Her tone let me know she didn't quite believe me.

"Yes. Giving herself to me doesn't mean she gives up her good sense, her moral sense or her ability to protect herself. She will allow me to cause her pain sometimes, and sometime she may say, "Enough." She would have stripped naked and stood beside you in the ballroom if I had asked. She trusts me not to do something or ask her to do something that wouldn't be for her highest good. When you learn to trust me that way you will understand exactly what I'm talking about. For now, just know you can say no."

"Oh. So if a man speaks to me in the market?"

"I will not be angry. I want you to tell me about it. If anyone asks you or tells you to obey them and you know I wouldn't like it, say no. I will back you up."

"Ok."

I pulled into the garage. Mrs. Sharp's car was still parked in front. We gathered all the bags and carried them to the blue guest room. I closed the door when we were inside.

"Esta put all your things away. Arrange things in your bathroom just the way you want them. It is your bathroom. If Selina stays tonight she will be in the other bedroom. Do not come out of this suite. Mrs. Sharp is still quite sensitive about you, the old you. She will get over it and may even become your friend."

"Thank you, Honey. I will do my best to be a good wife to you."

"Begin by kissing me."

She came into my arms and molded her body against mine. It was not the kiss I would expect from a woman around thirty. It was unpracticed and tentative. When it ended I said, "Kissing has not been a big part of your life, has it?"

"When I was little my mother kissed my forehead. Only two men have kissed my lips before now."

"We will practice. I enjoy kissing. So does Sara."

I closed the door and went to the studio. The door to the studio was open. Sara was standing at her work table making sketches of Mrs. Sharp and Selina. They were on the posing platform reclined in opposite directions next to each other. They were propped up with pillows. Selina's left hand was at Mrs. Sharp's bush. Mrs. Sharp's right hand was on Selina's breast. They did not turn when I entered the room.

Sara came to me and kissed me soundly. She asked, "Did you have a good morning?"

"Yes. Quite a successful morning. Thank you."

"What do you think of this pose?" She pointed to the two women on the platform. I went closer and looked at the way they were touching. I walked all the way around them and said, "Do you want the sculpture to be classic or erotic?"

"I think erotic. What do you think?"

"If that is what you want, may I make an adjustment?"

"Yes."

"Ladies, may I touch you?"

Mrs. Sharp said, "Yes." Selina said, "I was hoping you would, Nick."

I lifted Selina's left hand from Mrs. Sharp's bush and said, "Mrs. Sharp, please open your legs a little." She did. I let go of Selina's hand and said, "Slide your index finger along her slit."

She did and Mrs. Sharp moaned. "Please, close your legs Mrs. Sharp. Hold her hand against your pussy. And, don't hold her breast like you are imitating the cup of a bra. Hold her nipple between your thumb and first finger, with your hand still flat against her breast."

She looked up at me not understanding exactly what I wanted. I sat next to her and reached across her to Selina's breast. I held the nipple with my thumb pressing it against the side of my index finger. Selina moaned. I let go and said, "Now, you."

She looked at her hand and did what she had seen me do. Selina said, "Yes! Perfect."

Mrs. Sharp said, "I am no longer Mrs. Sharp. Please call me Alana."

I got up and asked Sara, "What do you think?"

She was drawing as fast as her hand would go. She did not speak. She ripped off three quick pages of charcoal drawings from different angles and then she said, "You did it! I posed them and it was cold. Now I'm dripping wet. I'll bet they both are as well!"

"Do you have the drawings you need to get started?"

"Yes, but I want pictures as well. Please don't move yet, ladies." She got the digital camera and shot twenty pictures. She pulled pillows away and shot them from angles originally hidden. I looked as she shot and noticed that Selina's finger tips were showing clenched between Alana's thighs, touching her ass.

"Done!" Sara announced as she put the camera on the table. Neither model moved. I spoke softly, asking, "Are you both turned on?"

"Yes!" They answered, together.

"I think the situation calls for you to take care of that. Selina, please find Alana's clit and slide your fingers against it, as you kiss her mouth. Alana, enjoy her taking care of you. Just lean back and enjoy."

Selina did exactly as I asked. Alana tensed and then relaxed and soon was moaning and starting to quiver in response to what Selina was doing to her. As they kissed Alana's hand went around Selina and they embraced, pressing their breasts and torsos together.

I said, "Alana, cum for me. Let me watch you cum."

Her back arched, a low growl came from deep inside her somewhere and the rest of her stiffened. Selina shifted just a little and bit Alana's nipple. She screamed and thrashed harder and I saw her squirt all over Selina's hand and her own legs. Selina did not back off. She pushed her more and Alana screamed again! She grabbed Selina's hand and said, "Stop! Please stop! I'll die!"

Selina looked at me and I nodded. She stopped. She let go of Alana's breast and slowly pulled her hand out from between Alana's legs. Alana slumped flat on her back, covered in sweat and still breathing hard.

We waited until she had calmed down and Sara asked, "So, how do you like posing so far?"

Alana opened her eyes and looked at Selina. "I think that was the best orgasm of my life!"

"But, did you like posing?"

"Posing is hard. But I loved it! I loved it more when Nick rearranged us."

Sara spoke as she looked at the drawings and photographs, "When can you come back, Alana? I need to see you both in about four days."

"It's Saturday. That would be Wednesday. Morning or afternoon?"

""Let me check the forecast." Sara hit some keys on the computer and said, "Come in the afternoon. We expect overcast in the morning."

Selina held up a sticky hand and said, "I need a shower and we may need to do laundry."

"There is a big shower in there," Sara said. Selina started helping Alana to her feet. I said, "If I may, I would enjoy washing both of you."

Both women looked at me and said, "You may." Alana said, "A wish fulfilled."

I undressed, kissed Sara and followed Alana and Selina into the studio bathroom. When we built the studio we made sure the shower was plenty big enough for six people. Just outside on the lower deck was another shower so people could shower outside if they liked. Neither woman had seen that shower and looked at me strangely when I opened the French doors and stepped outside.

They followed. When they saw the shower heads on the outside wall they both said, "Oh, how wonderful!"

I adjusted the water and pulled them under the spray. We lathered and washed each other and soon we were clean. We air dried and talked.

Selina looked at me and asked Alana, "Perhaps, on Wednesday, you would pleasure me?"

"I don't know how. I've never done anything like what we just did. I feel like a young girl suddenly finding herself in with the college gang. You're all way ahead of me."

"Making love to a woman is easy. Mostly, I do what I like done to me. Then I adjust to the feedback I get." Selina said.

"Ok. Then on Wednesday I will do my best to help you enjoy the same gift you gave me. Since we're having this very adult conversation, may I ask you a question Nick?"

"Certainly." I motioned them to chaise lounges on the deck and we sat.

"You showered with us. You weren't hard. I don't understand."

"Would it help to know that I was hard when Selina was pleasuring you? Would it help to know that I am still turned on?"

"Yes... and no. I know I'm not experienced but when ever I've played sexually the man was hard right from the start. It was the second day of my marriage before I had seen a penis that wasn't already hard."

"Would you like to see me hard?"

"Well, yes."

"Then suck me. Feel me grow in your mouth and know that you did it with your gift to me. Women generally don't understand how much power they have. Some wives and girl-friends believe sucking cock is demeaning. It isn't. I am a big strong, rich man who becomes your willing toy when you take my cock in your mouth."

"What if I'm not good at it?"

"If it would be Ok with you, Nick, I'd love to give her a lesson in cock-sucking."

Alana nodded.

"Selina you have one minute. After that Alana takes over."

She knelt beside my chaise lounge and without using her hands she got my penis into her mouth. We heard Sara's voice. "Watch her, Alana. See, she's sucking him. Her tongue is swirling around the head and licking the underside of his cock. She will move back until only the head is still in her mouth and then she will slowly move down his hardening shaft. She will tighten the muscles of her lips and grip his shaft as she moves up and down as far as she can.

Selina was good and followed Sara's directions perfectly. I called time and Selina released my cock.

Alana had not moved. Sara spoke again. "I want his cock in my mouth. I want the gift of his sweet cum. He may never offer it to you again, if you turn him down this time."

Selina walked to Alana and nudged her back. It worked. She knelt beside the chaise and kissed the crown of my cock. Sara coached her.

"Lick all around the head. That's where most of his nerve endings are, like in your clit. The nerves in his shaft love pressure and friction, the head loves slippery touch and light flicks."

"Slide his cock in deeper. Suck on it. Don't be afraid of hurting him. I have sucked as hard as I could and he loved it!"

She learned quickly and I moaned, it felt that good.

"Did you hear that Alana? That moan is what you wanted to hear! Whatever you did was perfect. Come back to that and do it again. Play with the slit at the end of his beautiful cock. Keep coming back to licking the underside of the head. There are more pleasure nerves there than anywhere else on his body."

Selina and Sara saw my balls tighten. Sara said, "Get ready. He's going to reward you. His cum will come out in spurts. Swallow them as quickly as you can or you will fill up and spill some. It's way too good to spill."

I lifted my hips and started a moan.

"Here it comes, Alana! You did a great job!"

She sucked as I unloaded and she swallowed the first three shots. Then she opened her mouth a little and the forth shot started to leak out. Sara knelt beside her and licked my cum from Alana's chin. When I stopped shooting Sara backed Alana off my cock and kissed her. Her tongue invaded Alana's mouth and gathered all the cum residue she could get. Then she cleaned my cock with her tongue.

"Thank you, Ladies.  That was very good. Alana, have no fears about sucking cock. You're a natural. A bit more coaching and you could enter the state championships."

"There is such a thing?"

"Didn't you read about it in the Times?" Sara asked. "I got second last year."

"Wait! You're kidding!" We nodded. "I don't understand how it can be ok with you Sara that we both sucked Nick's cock."

"Have you got some time?"

"Sure. I sure as hell don't need to get home and feed my husband."

Sara sat next to Alana. "Ok. Lots of marriages are about ownership. But not willing ownership. People decide to get married and they listen to the preacher, priest, Rabbi or monk tell them the rules. In California the state has its own rules for the game of marriage. So, people get married and discover that maybe the rules inhibit them from being a good spouse."

"The rules? What rules?"

"How about the rule that says if Nick is married he should focus all his sexual energy on me. That rule says once we are married he can't touch anyone but me with that wonderful cock or even his hands or tongue. Ask any biologist worth his salt and they'll admit that monogamy doesn't exist. The biologists who say penguins are monogamist are lying. They fuck around. So do swans and the other animals. Monogamy is the easiest way for females to make sure they and their offspring are protected."




There Could Be More...



"Then Jack couldn't help but cheat?"

"No. He could help it. He chose not to restrain himself. He bumped into a woman who had been trained all her life to do what men told her to do. He was one of the first men she had ever met who wasn't a member of her family. He saw a great opportunity and he took it. He was a leopard who saw a crippled antelope. It was too easy. That doesn't excuse his behavior."

Sara went on, "The rules say one man, one woman. That seems to work fairly well until children arrive. In ancient days people lived in tribes. The men worked together as hunters, explorers, traders and protectors. The women worked together tending the children raising gardens, gathering the bounty from trees and bushes. But now the rules say you need to do it yourself. Do you know anyone that is raising her children along with three other women and their children?"

"No."

"The rules for marriage don't support what works. I do. Nick does."

"So, what are your rules?

"Rule one, my job is to have your life work, for you. Your hopes, dreams, and goals are my job. Your life is about having my life work, for me. My hopes, dreams, and goals are your job." Sara said.

"Rule two, we make agreements that support our lives working for us. Others can make whatever agreements work for them." I said.

Alana held up a hand and asked, "Like what, for instance?"

"In the studio Sara is God. I never assert any authority in there. I bow to her in matters of art. Always."

Sara added, "In the world of finance Nick is God. My financial life belongs to him. Always and all ways."

"We agree to eat healthy but not fanatically, exercise and stay fit. We agree to be followed by health care professionals and to make sure we get enough sleep."

"Rule three, neither of us has sex with anyone without the other being there and being a participant." Sara said.

"You weren't here when Selina started sucking Nick." Alana said.

"We talked about sex with Selina and with you before today. We had the conversation about you this morning. Nick said he would probably fuck you but not today. Today a fuck with you would be full of anger with Jack and Nick doesn't like anger fucks. Selina offered herself to Nick. She has no significant other and offered that position to Nick. He accepted but has not done anything with her except what you have seen."

"Ok. You're married, but not like I was or the others at our table last night."

"Probably not like anyone else in the room, last night."

"How long have you and Nick been together?"

"I met Nick at a party nine years ago. I was being verbally abused by a man I had been dating. The man slapped me and knocked me down. When I cried out, begging him to stop, he kicked me and broke three ribs. Nick stepped in and ended the abuse. He took me to the hospital and brought me here when they bandaged me up. I've never seen the man again."

"You stopped the abuse?" She looked at me.

"He broke the man's leg at the knee. The fight went right out of him." Sara said.

"Oh."

"While I healed we created our life together. We've been loving since then."

I noticed the time and realized Esta had been locked away for hours.

"Alana, you are invited to stay for dinner. However, there is an issue you must deal with to accept the invitation. The woman who had sex with your husband is upstairs. She lives here now. I cannot exclude her any longer from being wherever she wants in her home. I can ask her to cover the tattoo for this evening, but she will be having dinner with us and sharing in our lives from now on."

"She willingly fucked Jack!"

"No. She was trained for her entire life to follow orders from everyone. Jack used that against her. You share something. Jack made both of you victims. Together, you can help each other become survivors. What would you like to do?"

She sat, looking from one face to the next for a time, deciding.

"Stay for dinner. Help to make it, if I can."

"That is another agreement we have, the kitchen is Sara's kingdom. She may cook anything she wants, once. If I like it she may make it any time. If I don't like it she is never to make it again without asking me. If I say no, she doesn't make it again. That agreement may be changing. If Esta stays, she may share the kingdom of the kitchen."

"Esta?"

"Last night her old life ended. New life, new name. Esta is her name." I got up and went to get her. She was naked on her bed, asleep, when I opened the door. She woke and sat up.

"I am sorry I took so long. Some preparations take longer than others. You are invited to join us for dinner. I want you to join us. Alana is here and she knows you are here. Jack made both of you victims. Together you can make yourselves survivors. Will you join us?"

"It will please you?"

"Yes."

"Then, I will join you. What do I wear?"

"Find a pair of panties that will cover the tattoo. The loose robe you had on last night and you are ready. Shall I wait for you?"

"Please, Nick. I cannot walk in alone."

She pulled on a pair of black panties that I had picked because the tattoo didn't show. Her breasts were almost covered by the robe and we walked downstairs together. Alana was at the stove and Sara was chopping veggies. Selina was setting the table and getting water for everyone. I asked, "What can we do?"

Sara turned and asked if I wanted wine with dinner. I shook my head and she said, "Then please get ice for all our glasses and Esta, would you please finish chopping these veggies?"

She handed Esta the knife and moved to watch Alana at the stove. Five minutes later she added the chopped veggies to the pan and told everyone to sit down, she would serve. I sat at the end chair, farthest from the stove. Esta sat to my right and Alana to my left. Selina sat next to Alana and after she brought dinner to the table Sara sat at the other end of the table.

"We are a spiritual family. We pray often. Not like most people pray but just as connected to God and each other, I believe." I turned to Esta and said, "Thank you. Esta turn to Sara and repeat the prayer."

She turned to Sara and said, "Thank you." Sara turned to Selina, Selina to Alana and Alana to me. Then we went the other way round. I picked up my fork and took a bite.

"Wonderful! Our first group cooked family meal in nine years. Up until tonight the family has been Sara and me. Sometimes we have had guests but they were not looking at us as possible family. The food is delicious and so is the feeling in the house." 

Just before we were all done eating Esta looked across the table and found that Alana was looking back at her. She softly whispered, "I'm sorry."

Alana looked at her for a while longer and said, "I been thinking about that. I owe you an apology too. I roped you into that confrontation with Jack last night because I wanted to hurt both of you. I didn't know the whole story and I didn't bother to find out. What I did to you was wrong. No matter how it turns out, I was wrong to do it to you. You didn't deserve the public humiliation your husband and I subjected you to. Jack did and he didn't get half of what you did."

I stayed quiet and with one look Sara knew to stay quiet too.

Alana went on. "I'd like to do something to make amends. I have no idea what it might be, but that's where I am."

"Be my friend. Help me learn how to be a strong woman. Please." Esta's voice was soft and pleading. Alana got up and walked around the table, helped Esta to her feet and embraced her. She kissed Esta on the cheek. Then she backed away just far enough they could focus on each other and she said, "From this moment on, I adopt you as my sister. I am more than just your friend."

Esta cried and they stayed in each other's arms for a long time. I noticed tears in Selina's eyes and on Sara's cheeks. Being a strong man I did not cry. Something did get caught in my eye however and I needed a napkin to get it out.

By the time we cleaned up the kitchen and got the house in order it was getting late. I said, "I am headed for bed. Sara is going with me. One of you three may join us. There is a guest room. You will know it is the guest room because the furnishings are basically green. The room with the basic color blue is now Esta's room. You three need to come to a non-violent solution to the question of who joins Sara and I in bed tonight and who sleeps where. If you planned to go home Alana you of course are welcome to do that. If you choose to stay..."

"I wish to stay. I wish to come to bed with you and Sara, but not tonight. Tonight I would like to sleep with my sister. If she is willing, that is."

Esta teared up again and took Alana by the hand. Selina said, "I guess that makes me the winner."

"Only in a race where there are no losers. We all win."

We went to the bedroom and did our rituals, with the addition of Selina. Her experience of being Webster's sub had her move around us with ease and never once did she get in the way.

Somehow, I got the middle of the bed. Sara asked if we could talk for a little while. I said yes.

"Can you tell us about the way things were in life with Webster?" She asked Selina.

"It feels like it was similar to how it is between the two of you. I have noticed that Nick is kinder than Webster. He requests things. Webster gave commands. I always knew I belonged to him and the power was his. He also was more violent."

"In what way?"

"When I did something he didn't like he liked to flog me. Sometimes he tied me up and punished my body, just for his enjoyment. I haven't seen any indication that Nick does that."

"Not for his enjoyment. He has punished me and it always hurts! I work hard to only be punished once for something."

Selina faced me and asked, "Do you enjoy her pain?"

"No. Not for the pain. I enjoy it when a little pain enables her to have a more intense orgasm. I enjoy seeing her prove to herself how strong she is. I never enjoy her pain for my pleasure."

"Would you punish me?"

"If you were mine. If you are mine, then it will probably happen. With Sara, there are times when she craves being helpless, craves the sting of the lash. It is my responsibility to have her life work for her. When she craves it, I make sure she gets her fill. Do you have those cravings?"

"Yes, Honey. I felt it building in me since last night. Webster has been gone for months. I have been alone every day and night since he died. I crave the attention, the discipline, the touch of my Master."

"Is that a request?"

"Yes. If it would be alright for me even to ask for such a gift."

"Do you prefer the lash or bondage, at this moment?"

"The lash, Honey."

"Then come with me. Sara, you may come with us, if you like. If you are too tired, then stay here and sleep."

She got up with us and followed us into the playroom. The playroom is soundproof. Once the door is closed no sound escapes. I closed the door and turned on the lights. Selina looked around the room and her eyes were wide. She many things designed to facilitate bondage, punishment and pleasure.

"Sara, please attach Selina to the cross. Have her face the cross."

The cross is a large wooden "X" near the wall of the playroom. Sara strapped Selina's ankles to the bottom of the "X" with her legs spread more than shoulder width apart. A single two inch wide belt went around her waist and the center of the "X". Two straps of Velcro held each of her arms along the vertical arms of the "X" and she was helpless. 

While Sara got her strapped in position I selected three floggers. I asked, "Selina, do you like to scream?"

"Yes! Honey, I have been told I could wake the dead."

"I will keep that in mind if we ever need that service. You can scream as loud as you like. You will not disturb Esta, Alana or the neighbors."

She did not turn her head to watch me. I started with a three inch wide leather strap. I slapped it against the back of her thighs and she tightened up.

"Thank you, Master. May I have another?"

I slapped her again, just above the first slap. She thanked me again and asked for more. Sara stood a few feet to the side and watched.

"Sara, please check Selina and see how wet she is."

Her hand went between Selina's legs and came back wet. "She's very wet, Master."

I waved her back out of the way and slapped Selina's ass four times quickly. Her pale skin pinked and she sucked in a breath as the slaps hit. She took a big breath after I stopped and thanked me again.

The slaps progressed up her back to just under her shoulder blades and then back down to her knees. She thanked me after each slap and asked for more. I handed the strap to Sara and she cleaned it, and put it away. I held a cat in my hand. The tails were about three feet long and made of soft brushed leather. I swung it and it landed across her ass. She stiffened again and whimpered for just a second.

"Thank you Master. May I have more, please."

"Would you like it harder?"

"Yes! Master."

I swung so that only the tips of the tails touched her ass, and I swung hard. She yelped and Sara and I saw twenty small welts jump to the surface of Selina's ass. Many strokes later her ass was bright red with raised welts and she was crying.

"Sara, get a wet cloth and sooth her ass, please."

"Please Master, May I have more? I am so close!"

"Would you like to cum, my slut?"

"Yes, Master. Your slut would like to cum."

I stepped to her and shoved three fingers into her pussy as far as they would go. I pinched a nipple with the other hand at the same time. She screamed, thrashed and flooded my hand with her juices. Whoever told her she could wake the dead was probably right. I held the pinch and moved my fingers inside of her as she thrashed. Then I released her and let Sara wash her with the wet cloth. I washed my hands in the sink.

When I came back to Selina, Sara and I looked at her ass. No broken skin but plenty of welts. She would feel them for at least a full day. I started on one side and Sara unbound her on the other. When she was free she had trouble holding herself up. We helped her back into the bedroom and onto her belly on the bed. For at least half an hour we used aloe vera gel, ice packs and massage to help the welts on her ass and back. 

"Selina, can you lie on your side?"

"Yes, Nick." She rolled and whimpered only while she moved.

I saw a tear slide from her eye. "Are you still in that much pain?" I asked.

"No, Honey. The tear is not from pain. The tear is because I feel loved, cared for and ... home. Is that Ok?"

"Yes." I looked at Sara. She had put away the aloe vera, the lotions and the wet cloth we had used. She stood beside the bed.

"It is very late, Honey. May I go to bed, please?"

"Yes. Everyone, to bed." In less than a minute the three of us were in bed and asleep.

Sunday

We got up late. It had been almost two in the morning when we went to sleep. Sara and I checked Selina and found that she had recovered nicely from the evening. Only a few of the welts were still visible. We reapplied aloe vera and Sara brought ice wrapped in a towel to again take some of the heat out of the area.

When we left the bedroom we could smell delicious odors coming from the kitchen.

Upon entrance to the kitchen we saw a fully set table and saw Esta and Alana standing at the stove. Sara made a noise and they both turned. Esta spoke first.

"We wanted to have food ready for you when you woke. When we heard the bedroom door open we hid, wanting breakfast to be a surprise. Sara came in and got ice and left again. We started cooking and brewing the coffee. Oh, Sara, I know this is your kingdom. Is it Ok, what we did?"

Sara looked at me. I said, "The answer may depend on what you made for us. I will not punish you for surprising us with a delicious gift. In the future you must ask before using Sara's kingdom. The parameters of that kingdom may be changing now that there are more of us here."

Sara walked to the stove and Esta moved out of her way. She looked and asked, "I don't even know what it is. What is it?"

"My mother called it chiliqueles. I changed the recipe a little. When she made it for family she made it very spicy and hot. I made it very mild."

Alana waved us to the table and said, "If you will sit I would love to serve you."

We walked to the table and Sara said, "Nick likes his coffee black and add just a quarter teaspoon of cinnamon. I like mine the same way."

Selina said, "Just black, please."

I stopped and said, "Would you please taste it with cinnamon? If you like it that way it will make breakfast easier every morning."

Selina responded by bowing her head slightly and saying, "Alana, I would like to have a quarter teaspoon of cinnamon in my cup too, please."

She got close to the chair she had used the evening before and asked, "Nick, may I get a pillow to sit on?"

"Yes, but only for breakfast."

She slowly left the kitchen and came back with a pillow wrapped in a white towel. She carefully sat down and took a sip of her coffee. It was obvious Esta and Alana wanted to ask what was wrong with Selina. They looked at Sara and then at Selina and didn't ask.

Over breakfast Alana talked through some of what she had been thinking since the awards banquet.

"I have a big huge house in Bel Air. Jack thought we needed it to impress people with our success. It's cold and lonely. I think I'll sell it. I could live well in a smaller house." She took a couple bites and spoke again. "I have a business that all but runs itself. Maybe I could take a more active roll. Do something I can be proud of." The rest of us ate and listened, letting her work things through.

She turned to Selina and asked, "Do you work?"

"Yes. Until three months ago I sold real estate in northern California."

"Perfect! My company is a real estate company. Can I offer you a job?"

"I'd like that. However, the question of am I even staying in Los Angeles is still unanswered."

"I don't understand."

I looked at Sara and she smiled. "Sara, may I share with Alana?"

"Yes, Honey. She is almost family."

"Alana, there are things about our family you don't know. We choose to trust you with knowing. Please, hold what we tell you close to your heart and tell no one. Sara is more than my wife. When we got together we discovered that Sara's nature is submissive. She wants and needs to be dominated in some ways. When we created the rules for us we looked at how to nurture and care for that aspect of Sara. Over the years we have figured out how to do it and it works for us. Selina's come to us on purpose. Her man died three months ago. He knew of her submissiveness and sent her to us, thinking we could love and take care of her. We are in the process of seeing if we can mesh into a family. Esta was raised in a culture that forced her to be submissive. That got her into trouble because the way she was raised didn't empower her in any way. We are working with her to help her learn to be both submissive and strong. Both of them and we have given ourselves seven days to look at the question, "Can this work for all of us?" That is why Selina said she has not resolved the question of is she staying."

"Selina is a submissive too?"

Selina nodded.

Alana thought and asked, "To be a submissive... If I was a submissive how would I know?"

"Look at what you desire." Sara answered. "All my life what I craved was someone to help me make decisions, to give me more than permission to do the things I was afraid to do."

"Like what?"

"I'd gone into art because I got wet every time I saw a nude sculpture, or a painting of nudes. I lied to myself and hid the truth from myself for years. I tried to refocus my sculpting into other forms and I kept coming back to nudes. After I met Nick... after I healed, he told me I should ask a nurse at the doctor's office to pose for me. I never could have asked her if he hadn't opened that door for me. A few days later I realized having him be that dominant force in my life opened my life up."




There Could Be More...



"I was raised in a very conservative family. I've never even owned a two piece bathing suit! When you asked Selina to pose for you I got so excited. The idea that Selina would come here and be nude in front of you! I saw the opening to humiliate Jack and I took it. I was shaking the whole time. Something about having you three at the table gave me the strength to do it. I thought you knew Jack was cheating and you led him down the path with me."

Sara spoke, "We did know."

It was quiet around the table for a long time. Alana was deep in thought and we let her be there. No hurry. She'd get where she wanted to go, if we gave her the time.

She looked at Sara and then at me. "There is something here that I want. The energy of being here with you is so... accepting. So... easy to be with. I don't know if I'm submissive or not. But, I want to be whatever will have this feeling stay."

"Then I think you should go home. I will give you some suggestions and when you have them done, come back. While you are gone, think about what you want."

"What suggestions?"

"Contact your lawyer. Find out the implications of putting the house on the market. If they are positive in your favor, do it. Take the steps to get back into your own business. Stop doing the volunteer things you were doing to help Jack's business look good. Stop wearing panties. Shave your pussy every day."

"It all made sense until you said stop wearing panties. Why?"

"Because I asked you to. Every time you think about not having panties on you'll think about the fact that we know your pussy is bare. It's something I don't think you have ever done before coming into this house. Sara only wears panties when she is having a period. She shaves as a gift to me."

"You want the same gift from me?"

"Yes. Will you shave your pussy for me? Will you stop covering it, as a gift to me?"

"Yes, Nick. I will."

"Your next posing is scheduled for Wednesday afternoon. Have all the things I asked for done by then. Agreed?"

"Yes, Nick."

It took an hour before Alana actually left. Five minutes after she was gone Sara came out on the lower deck where I was sitting and she was smiling.

"What's up?"

"Look." She held up a pair of panties and a razor. "They were in the trashcan in the guest bathroom."

I smiled. "What do you think will happen?"

"I hope what happens is that Selina stays, sells real estate if that's what she wants to do, Esta stays and takes care of the house and us, and Alana moves in too."

"That would be a huge change for all of us."

"Is it one you want?"

"If it can be done with all of us being taken care of. The bigger a family gets the more opportunity for hurt feelings and misunderstandings."

"If there is a man anywhere who can have it work for all of us, it's you. I trust you completely."

"I appreciate that. I get so much strength from your trust."

"Changing the subject for a moment, what does your week look like?"

"Tomorrow I go to San Diego for a meeting with three different clients. I'll stay and have another meeting with one of them on Tuesday. Thursday I'll fly to Seattle and come back on Friday. I'll be home for the weekend."

"Saturday will be the end of the seven days."

"Schedule a meeting for all of us on Saturday morning, please. I will lean heavily on your opinion to help me make the decision. Please, don't hold back. This is a big, really big, decision for all of us."

"Right now, if I had to decide, I would let both Selina and Esta in. It helps to know that Selina can work in real estate. Esta knows a lot about taking care of a home and cooking. She likes to keep busy."

"And Alana?"

"I need more time with her. That she complied so quickly with your requests is a good sign. I also noticed that she obeyed you easily when you gave instructions to her and Selina to have sex. She told me she had never been naked with another woman before that morning so it's safe to assume she'd never let another woman give her an orgasm."

"You think maybe she's a sub?"

"I'm pretty sure she wants to be."

"I'm thinking it might be fun to go out for dinner. Would you find Esta for me? I need to know what kinds of places her ex frequents, so we can avoid them for at least a month."

She kissed me and went to get Esta. They came back in less than five minutes.

Esta was still wearing the black panties. "Esta, wear the panties when Alana is here, not now. I want to be able to see you."

She took them off. "I'm sorry, Honey. I'm not used to being naked."

"Ok. Not a problem. Where does your ex like to go for dinner? I ask because I want to avoid him and I want us to go out for dinner."

"He likes Persian restaurants. Sometimes in the middle of the day he eats hamburgers. He doesn't like the beach or seafood."

"Do you like seafood?"

"I don't know. All I know about it is my father doesn't like it and my husband doesn't like it either, Nick."

"Wrong. Your ex doesn't like seafood. Your husband loves seafood. We should get dressed and go to the beach and have seafood. Please get dressed. Skirts."

"Yes, Honey!" They both said and were off. I made my way inside and to our bedroom. I dressed and met Sara and Esta in the living room. At the garage door I realized that we needed to take Sara's minivan. My two seat Corvette wouldn't do any more. It would be easy to sell. A red 59' convertible fully restored ought to bring in almost sixty grand.

We got into the minivan and headed for Long Beach. I could easily have gone to any number of closer seafood restaurants but the Lighthouse in Long Beach was perfect. A nice view of the harbor, good food and a great place to walk after dinner.

Sara let Esta sit up front. As we drove she said, "I've never ridden back here before. It's kind of nice."

Esta said, "I've never been to the beach. Since my ex didn't like it, we never went."

"Enjoy the view. Ask any questions you need to."

As we got close to the end of the Long Beach freeway she looked off to her right and said, "Why are there so many cranes?"

"They use those to load and unload ships with cargo."

"There are so many!"

"Yes. Hundreds of ships a month come here."

"Oh."

When I took Shoreline Drive she saw the huge mural on the side of the convention center and she didn't say anything. She just stared.

When I parked she saw the Queen Mary docked across the channel from us and she was stunned at the size of the ship. We walked the boardwalk around the shops and boats and ended up at the Lighthouse. I got a good table right by the windows where we could watch the boats in the harbor.

I ordered for Esta, a combination platter with a little of lots of seafood. Shrimp, scallops, fish, calamari, clams, a little crab and a small lobster tail along with rice and a very small salad made a huge meal. Sara had a shrimp Louie salad and so did I. We both figured Esta would allow us to have bits of her platter.

Esta tasted everything. She liked the lobster, scallops, shrimp, crab and fish. She almost threw up when she ate the clam. She thought the calamari was too much like rubber. When we were done there was still clam and calamari on the platter. 

Outside again I recommended we walk. Sara took one hand of mine and Esta took the other. We walked along a path that had the harbor channel on one side and the marina full of private boats on the other. At the very end we stood and watched the activities of the boats coming into the harbor. It was nearing sundown and most all the boats were coming into the harbor.

"Sara, I would like a kiss." She turned and we kissed. I was aware that Esta was watching closely. We kissed four or five times. Each kiss was more intimate than the one before it. The first kiss had only our mouths touching. Then we faced each other and her body and mine touched as my arms went around her. Her arms went around me. Our arms pressed our bodies together and our tongues made promises for later.

I ended the kisses and backed away just a little. "One more kiss like that and we could get arrested."

"What? Again?" Sara laughed. We had come close a few times but had never been arrested.

I turned to Esta and said, "I would like a kiss." She looked around and said, "Kissing in public was forbidden. As you kissed Sara I knew you were going to turn to me and I am so scared."

"Kiss me. Close your eyes and make believe we are in Sara's studio. Kiss me and in the kiss promise me everything you want to promise me."

She closed her eyes and we kissed. She skipped the first and second kiss and started with the third. In her second kiss she ground her pelvis against me and opened her mouth wide for me.

When that kiss ended I let go of her and turned back to Sara. "I think we need to walk back to the van."

"I'd recommend it. That kiss was drawing a crowd."

"Good. Maybe they will practice and learn to enjoy great kisses."

Esta didn't say anything. We held hands as we walked and about halfway back Esta finally spoke. "Did you mean that?"

"About it being a great kiss? Yes!"

"I don't know how to kiss very well."

"Enthusiasm counts for a lot in kissing. When you think about the intention of kissing you give great kisses. When you get into your head about not knowing how to kiss, you make yourself nervous and the kiss isn't very good."

"I just did what you told me to do."

"You thought about how much you want Nick to be inside you. I could see that."

Esta blushed and said, "I can't say that."

"Remember the woman you were last week? She couldn't say it. You are Esta, not her. Esta can say it. She can look up into Nick's eyes and say, "Please take me home and be inside me. I ache to be filled by you."

Esta stopped, looked around and then looked into my eyes and said, "Nick, please take us home and be inside me. I want that so much it hurts. Please."

My arms went around both women and I walked a little faster. Sara laughed and said, "Didn't it feel so good to say that to him? I never could have said that to anyone before I loved Nick."

In just about an hour we were home. The three of us went to the bedroom and I undressed both of them. Sara asked, "Do you want this first time to be just the two of you?"

Esta said, "Rule three. It will be with Sara there and participating. I don't want to break or even bend the rules. I don't know exactly what to do but I want sharing."

"I know what to do." With my hands and kisses I guided them to where I wanted them. Esta on her back in the middle of the bed. Sara giving attention to Esta's face and chest while I focused on her legs and pussy. Sara kissed, sucked and used her hands to find every trigger on Esta's upper body. When I opened her legs and parted her lips the fragrance of lust blossomed and filled the air. I touched her pink, soft, wet insides and she arched and moaned.

"Oh sweet Heaven! No wonder Sara loves you! Please don't ever stop!"

I thought, 'She says that now. Pretty soon she'll beg me to stop.'

I probed her entrance with my tongue and held her hips in my hands. She started to twitch. The muscles at the entrance to her vagina spasmed and the flow of her juices increased.

My hand left her hip and found Sara's thigh. Following it I traced along to her pussy and my fingers stroked along her lips. She moaned with Esta's tit in her mouth.

My mouth moved back to Esta's clit and I flicked it softly with the tip of my tongue. She was close. Her hips were thrusting automatically. He breathing was in gasps. 

My thumb rubbed along Sara's slit and probed just deep enough into her folds to touch the entrance to her treasure. My fingers stroked her clit. When I felt Esta surrender into her orgasm I shoved my thumb into Sara and pressed her clit. 

Both women screamed and their orgasms took them. I held on as best I could and eventually they did calm down. I let go of both of them and sat up.

Esta said, "Thank you! That was incredible! If I can ask for what I want, I want you inside me, Honey."

I held her legs spread and up as I aligned my cock with her opening. Sara used her hand to help align me with Esta's waiting vagina. When it touched she sucked in a breath and I pushed forward into her.

Each stroke went a little deeper into her until I was pressed against her pubic bone. I let go of her legs and she wrapped them around me. I leaned to her face and we kissed. Her hands held my face. My hips stroked my cock in and out of her, slowly at first. The first time I bottomed at the end of a stroke she said, "Harder, please. I love how that feels."

"Then here!" My hips pistoned me in deep and almost all the way out, faster and faster until I felt the juices rise and I pulled out and Sara instantly covered the end of my cock with her mouth. I bellowed and filled her mouth with my load.

When I stopped Sara released my cock and turned to Esta. She opened her mouth and Esta opened hers and they traded my cum. Then they both used their mouths to clean my cock. They kissed some more and I kissed each of them. Our kisses led us into the shower and then back to bed.

We snuggled together and were almost asleep when Esta said, "It smells like sex in here." We laughed and eventually fell asleep.



The week. Monday.

On Monday I drove the Vette to San Diego. I love that car. I love the looks it gets from men who wish they had it. I love the look on a woman's face when she wants to ride in it. It really isn't made of fiberglass. It's made of sexual fantasies. It's made of sexual fantasies that get poor gas mileage. Twelve gallons from home to downtown San Diego.

As I met with the first client I focused on his problems and getting his people to implement the solutions. Five hours later we had a plan. He was enrolled and taking decisive action. I used his office to call my next client to tell him how soon I would be in his office. Paul Jackson, the CEO walked me out to my car. When he saw it he stopped dead in his tracks.

"The day I graduated from junior high school my Dad bought one, just like that. He let me drive it to the prom when I was in high school."

"Right now a car just like this is on sale on the internet for sixty thousand. I believe mine is better. If you want it, make me an offer. I'm willing to sell."

"Can I drive it?"

"Loan me your car. I have a client to meet and I'll come back at about six and maybe we can have dinner together."

"You serious?"

"Paul, I know where you live, work and enough that I trust you. Drive it. Take it home and take your wife for a ride. Don't let anyone else drive it. Deal?"

"Deal!" He gave me the keys to his Mercedes sedan and I gave him the keys to the Vette. We left the parking lot together.

I went to my appointment and in two hours solved his problem. In another hour he accepted the solution and three people were looking for work. I had a new contract for quarterly consults. I had another hour before I was to go back to meet Paul so I drove around. I decided I liked the sedan. It was smooth, comfortable and quiet. There was plenty of room for my growing family. I didn't know for sure but I imagined it got better gas mileage than the Vette. On my cell I called my insurance guy and asked, "If I sell the Vette and get a year old Mercedes E550W what will happen to my insurance?"

He put me on hold for a minute and came back on. "How many miles on the Benz?"

"18, 226 but I'm going fifty five so it'll be 235 by the time I get it back to the owner."

"Your insurance, for the same coverage will go down by fourteen hundred a year."

"Hold on." I pulled over, opened the glove box and found his papers on the car. I gave Matt, my insurance guy all the info and said he should add the Mercedes to my policy and wait until the next day to uncover the Vette. He laughed and said, "I like the way you work."

When I got back to Paul he and a woman I assumed was his wife were sitting in the Vette waiting for me. It was parked in the spot with Paul's name on it. I parked in a Visitor spot and walked to the Vette.

"So?" I asked.

They got out of the car and Paul said, "We want to make a deal."

"Ok. But first, may I be introduced to your girl-friend?"

"This is Mrs. Tanzer. Melany. Melany, this is Nick Peterson."

We shook hands and I smiled. Melany said, "He expected a fish."

"Not really, I was just pleasantly grateful you didn't give me one."

"The deal." Paul wanted to get to business.

"Ok. Talk to me."

"Did you like the Mercedes?"

"Yes."

"I don't really know why you're willing to sell the Vette, but what I propose is a trade. You take the Mercedes and I keep the Corvette. Before you answer I looked and the Mercedes isn't worth as much as your car. I will write you a check for twenty thousand and that will make us even."

"No." I said it and Melany looked at me like I was crazy.

"No?" 

"No. Make the check for fifteen. Then we're even. Use the other five to take Melanie out for dinner somewhere really nice."

"Five thousand for dinner? Where?"

"Bali?"

Melanie smiled and Paul went inside to write the check. While he was gone Melanie asked, "Do you need to talk to your wife about this?"

"No. She loves surprises. I've already called my insurance guy. The Corvette is covered until tomorrow. Remind Paul to get it covered."

"No need. He covered it an hour ago."

Paul came back and handed me a check. We did the transfer papers and Melanie asked what I was doing for dinner. I told her I had not made plans. I had thought I would need two days for the jobs I came to town for, but had completed both so I was considering driving home.

She invited me to come to their home, have dinner and spend the night in their guest room. Paul told me what a great cook Melanie was so I caved in and accepted.

I asked, "How do I get there?"

"Start the car and on the GPS screen hit "home". The voice will get you right to the driveway." Paul told me.

He was right. I called home and told Sara I had sold the Corvette and bought a four-door sedan. I also told her that Paul and his wife were feeding me and loaning me their guest room. She wanted to know when I would be home and I said I would be there around one on Tuesday. We ended the call with Sara letting me know that she had spent five hours on the statue."

Dinner was wonderful. Melanie made a grilled salmon with fresh dill and lemons, baked potato and Chinese green beans. I met their daughter and son. We sat out on their deck overlooking the ocean and talked until about ten. Melanie showed me the guest room and asked if there was anything I wanted or needed. My answer was that I wanted my wife in bed with me, but I didn't need that to get a good night's sleep. She smiled and said, "I hope Paul says things like that when he's away."

I turned in and slept well. In the morning I heard the Corvette start and sat straight up in bed. I realized it was Ok for Paul to drive it. It was his. I got up, showered, dressed and went to the kitchen in hopes of finding coffee. Melanie was sitting on a bar stool sipping coffee when I walked in. She was wearing shorts and a tube top. She jumped of the stool and said, "How do you like your coffee?"

"Black with a quarter teaspoon of cinnamon in it. If the cinnamon is a bother, black will be fine."

"Cinnamon. Haven't done that." She found some cinnamon in the cabinet and measured out a quarter teaspoon into a cup, added the coffee and asked, "Can I have a taste?"

"It's your home, your coffee. I don't mind at all. The coffee will be better since your lips touched it, so please taste it."

"Oh, you are smooth." She sipped it, twice.

She put the cup in front of me and said, "I like it! I may start drinking it that way."

"So, if I may ask, how do you really feel about Paul and the Corvette?"

"I was the girl he took to the prom. I gave him my virginity that night. He has fond memories of the Corvette and so do I. When he drove up in it yesterday I was so turned on! Thank you for selling it to us."




There Could Be More...



"Good. I didn't want it to be a problem between you."

"Will your wife be happy about the Mercedes?"

"Yes, I'm sure she will. The Corvette was Ok when it was just two of us but we are now four so the extra doors and seats will suit us better now."

"You now have kids?"

"No, Sara has three sisters and two of them have come to live with us."

"That's Ok with you?"

"Sure. It's like we all share in the work and the play. Sara always has someone to talk to, I never come home to an empty house."

"Does Sara work?"

"Yes. She's a sculptress. Damn good one, if you ask me."

"Oh. Where can I see some of her work?"

"The internet. Her site also lists some of the galleries that have her work." I gave her the address and we walked to her computer. She brought up the site and saw five of Sara's sculptures.

"Are they all nudes?"

"Yes. Years ago she did some other things but nudes are what she does exclusively now."

"How does she get models?"

"We meet people and she asks them. Some say yes and some run away screaming."

"I think I might run away screaming."

"Why? You're a very good looking woman."

"I've had four children. I have stretch marks, a c-section scar and I'm sagging more than I like."

"Sara's not a photographer. She uses the model to get to the essence of the woman." I pointed to a sculpture on the screen. "The woman who modeled for this has a large scar on her chest from open heart surgery. Can you see it?"

"No. She left it out!"

"The woman's husband bought that from the gallery. It sits in his office across from his desk, behind whoever he's in meeting with."

I gave her Sara's card. "When you decide you want to see Sara and what she's doing we'd be happy to have you come and visit. Maybe you'll pose."

"Can she fix the effects of gravity?"

"Yes. The wood never sags."

Melanie rolled the tube top down and uncovered her chest. Her breasts were large and obviously heavy. Dark, large areola and equally proportional nipples graced the ends, facing forward. She had been blessed that gravity had not aimed her nipples at the floor, but had allowed them to still point ahead of her. Stretch marks leading away from the areola towards her underarms would be considered by some to be flaws but I saw them as signs that she had lived and was no longer fifteen. She was lightly tanned with no tan lines from a bikini top or any other covering to her mounds.

"Do you have any pictures of when you were in college?"

"Topless?"

"Melanie, you haven't been topless since puberty arrived!" 

We both laughed and she said, "Wait right there." She came back with a picture from long ago that showed all of her standing on a beach. "Can I take this and show Sara?"

"We can scan it and send it by email." We did, she stayed uncovered and to avoid any misunderstanding I told her about our rules. Her uncovering and rubbing them on my arm was an invitation and we both knew it. She asked if Sara had permission, under our rules, to play with women. When I left she knew the same rule applied to Sara as applied to me. She covered, walked me to my new car, I kissed her and headed north.

At a quarter after one I pulled into our driveway and honked. Esta looked out a window and waved. In less than a minute Sara, Esta and Selina were out admiring our new car. When I offered them a ride they jumped inside and we drove for a while. All three loved the car. As I drove I realized that the odds were good that Esta did not drive, yet.

"Selina, I haven't looked at your car. What do you have?"

"I had a three year old Honda minivan. When Webster died I sold it and kept his car. It's a Buick. 2008 something."

"Where is it?" 

"Sara had me park it in the other garage."

"Do you like it?"

"I did. When it was Webster's I loved it. Now, I don't feel comfortable driving it."

"Were you more comfortable in the minivan?"

"Yes. When I drove it I felt like it said I was part of a family. The Buick says I'm a ball busting business woman, I think."

"Maybe the thing to do is trade the Buick for a minivan?"

"I hope that is something you will decide, Honey."

"I'm leaning." She smiled and sat back a little.

Sara said, "I'm leaning too."

Selina looked at Esta who said nothing. She kept looking and finally Esta said, "I don't know how to lean. I don't know what that means!"

"It means we are leaning towards opening the family up and letting Selina in."

"What happens if you lean all the way over?"

"Selina will be in the family forever."

"I don't know if I get to lean, but if I do, I lean all the way over." Selina hugged her. I headed home.

"Nick, dinner will be whatever time you say. Lunch is waiting inside for you."

"Good. I'm hungry."

Sara left Selina and Esta in the kitchen to set out lunch while she unpacked my suitcase. She must have stopped in the studio because when she came to lunch she asked, "Why did I get an email from Paulswoman@gmail.net?

It says you asked her to send it. It's a picture of a nude woman on the beach."

I explained. She agreed to write her, inviting her to come and visit the studio. We talked it over and decided the story was that they were sisters from a common father and different mothers. At least until we got to know Melanie and her husband better. I decided that was our story for everyone. Since none of them had living parents or much of a relationship with siblings, the story would work well for us.

In that conversation I discovered that Selina did have both a brother and a sister but when she graduated college they both decided she did it to say she was better than them and they began withdrawing. Her brother owned and ran a tire business in Wyoming. Her sister was a housewife in Orum Utah, married to a man who hadn't gone to college, but had inherited his Dad's John Deere dealership. Over the next few years after Selina graduated all contact between Selina and her siblings had stopped.

"Sara, please call Alana and confirm the appointment for tomorrow. Remind her she was to have contacted her lawyer about selling the house, to have stepped back into her business, stop all the volunteering and stop wearing panties."

"She's also to be smooth when she gets here." Sara said.

"Selina, when you came down here did you bring your real estate license?"

"No, Honey. At some point, if I can stay, I need to go home, to my old home, and close it, moving the things I get to keep here."

"Where is the home?"

"Homestead Valley, near Sausalito, Honey."

"Then I think we should think about a road trip. We could leave Sunday morning and spend Monday and Tuesday in Homestead Valley, then head home. A nice road trip in our new car might be fun."

"Honey, does that mean you leaned all the way over?" Esta asked. I smiled and said, "Not quite, but I am leaning that direction."

"Is the home yours?"

"Yes. Webster transferred title to me before he had the heart attack. He knew he was having heart problems and he did what he could to make it easier on me. All his stocks, bonds and bank accounts were set up so I owned them, even before he died."

"Have you thought about what you want to do with all that?"

"Yes. Before I met you and Sara I did lots of research. Everything I found told me you were both wonderful, ethical people. Now that I've lived with you, loved you and been loved by you I know what I want to do. I want to sell the house and the Buick. I want you to manage all of it, for us. I want to be Sara's sister, your wife, your sub, Esta's sister and lover to all three of you, if that is Ok."

"It's only Tuesday afternoon. I said seven days. That would be Friday."

All three sat quietly. They would not argue with me if I made it the following Friday. I thought about it and realized that a couple more days were not going to change my mind. I leaned completely out of my chair and fell onto the floor, in Selina's direction.

"He leaned all the way over!" Esta screamed. Selina fell to the floor beside me and kissed me. "Thank you, Honey! Thank you!" Sara and Esta joined us on the floor.

We did get up and made plans for the road trip. I went to the garage and looked at the Buick. It was new. It even smelled new. I called Selina out to the car and said, "Let's sell it. Do you have a bikini with you?"

"No."

"Borrow one from Sara and wear high heel sandals with it. I'll get the camera and we'll put the ad on the internet."

We met back at the car. Sara had given her a bright yellow micro bikini. Her tanned skin contrasted nicely with the yellow and she looked fantastic. I posed her leaning against the hood of the car, standing beside the driver's door with the door open, sitting in the driver's seat with the door open showing off her long legs, lying across the back seat and a final pose with her inside the trunk. In that pose you couldn't see her hips or legs and she was holding the tiny yellow triangle of the bikini bottoms. We went inside and I loaded the pictures into the computer and then to a car sales site. I looked at the clock. It was a little after four.

We continued planning for the road trip. We didn't need maps, the Mercedes had GPS. Sara made a list of things we needed from the grocery store. Selina called her co-worker up north and had her list the house for sale. Selina told her when we would give her the keys. 

At six I said, "Let's get dressed and go out for dinner. I would like to have bar-b-que."

"Louise's?" Sara asked.

"Good idea. Dress comfortably and not something that needs dry cleaning. BBQ is often messy."

As we headed for our closets Esta asked, "Pants?"

Sara answered, "Unless Nick asks for pants assume he wants you in a skirt or dress. It's all about access and ventilation."

"Huh?" Esta had a look on her face that showed she was totally on a new planet.

"If Nick wants to touch your pussy and you have pants on, you just said "No" to him. If you have pants on you have trapped all your natural moisture inside, making you a breeding ground for infections and germs. Those two things make him want us to wear skirts, dresses and wide leg shorts."

"Oh. I like that."

"I like knowing he might want to touch me. I like knowing I'm open for him all the time." Selina said.

We were out of the house and in the car very quickly. Esta was given the front seat next to me. Nothing was said, but Sara arranged it. When Sara arrived at the car she gave Esta and Selina small white towels. Selina folded the towel in half and put it on the seat of the car. She flipped up her skirt and sat on the towel.

Esta smiled and did the same thing. I started the car and off we went. Esta had on a green skirt and a light sweater with short sleeves. As I drove I looked over at her a couple of times and then I said, "Esta, what size is the bra you have on?"

"A 34B, Honey."

"I like your breasts. I don't think there will be any lasting damage if you take off the bra while we go to dinner. You won't have that constricting band around your chest and I can more easily play with you."

"You want me to take off my bra?"

"Yes. I'd like that."

Somewhere in a girl's education some other woman must teach a class in how to take a bra off while staying dressed. She pulled the lacy green bra out the bottom of the sweater and held it up. She was blushing.

"Put it in the glove box, unless you want to carry it in your hand." She quickly put it in the glove box. I reached over and gently pinched her nipple. "Oh, Esta that's so much nicer. Thank you."

"I feel so sexy."

"If you ladies would like to follow her example and be braless I would approve." In seconds two bras were handed forward to Esta and she put them in the glove box. "Good! Now none of us has on any underwear."

I parked at Louise's and we went inside. It was crowded but not full. We got a seat and began looking at the menu. Esta looked and then looked at each of us.

"Esta, what's wrong?"

"I know it's English but I don't know what it means."

We went through the menu and explained the terms. The waitress came and we ordered. Esta looked at me and her eyes pleaded. "Esta will have the bar-b-qued chicken salad, and a side of cole slaw and corn, please." I said.

"Loose or cob?" The waitress asked.

"Cob, thank you."

She was gone and in a minute returned with our drinks.

As we waited for the food Esta asked, "Do you often go out in public without a bra?"

Sara smiled and said, "Before I met Nick, I never did. I wanted to, but it was too scary. At the hospital they took my bra so they could bandage my chest. They gave it to Nick. On the way home from the hospital he told me he liked me without a bra. I liked it too."

"I never went without a bra either. I thought men thought you were easy if you let your nipples show. Webster taught me that I have no control over what people think. I need to do what works for me and for my man. I love how it feels when my nipples rub inside my shirt or sweater."

"I hate them so much I've never worn one. Ever!" I said. We all laughed.

Our dinners came and we enjoyed them. Esta liked the sauce on the chicken and Sara told her that one day I would grill chicken at home and she would love that sauce. After dinner we drove to the beach and sat out near the end of a jetty, watching the boats coming back into the marina and listening to the sounds. As we walked I held hands with two of them and they switched often. Back in the car Esta said, "One of the men fishing from the rocks was staring at my chest as we walked by."

"Take it as a compliment. If he thought you were ugly he would have looked for less than two seconds and never looked again. He liked watching the gentle bounce of your breasts inside your sweater. In his imagination he pictured how you would look walking without the sweater. I pictured the same thing."

"Oh. America is such a sexy country."

"It could be much worse. Imagine a place where looking was against the law, not only for him but for you. If he looked you could be beaten, arrested or killed for shaming your family."

"I don't need to imagine. I lived there."

We drove home. At home I asked them to all be naked. They smiled and stripped. Sara took all our clothes to our bedrooms.

"You know Alana comes tomorrow." Selina said.

"Are you ready for her?" I asked, looking at Sara. She nodded.

"I've had Selina pose for me so her part is farther along than Alana's. Tomorrow I will focus more on Alana."

"Will you still want me?" Selina asked.

"Yes. Especially at first. I need you together so you're both in the poses you were in last time."

"Can I play with her pussy while we pose?"

"Only when Sara says it's Ok. Otherwise it's probably too distracting."

"I'll be dripping all day any way, please don't make it impossible for me to focus."

"Are you dripping now?" I asked.

"Yes. I would like you inside me, Honey, if that would please you." Selina nodded. Seems both women wanted some play.

"Do we have any dice in the house?"

"Yes, Honey. In the game cupboard."

"Please get three dice." She took off. In a minute she was back with a green die, a blue die and a black die. She handed them to me. I held them out and said, "Pick one." Selina picked black, Sara green and Esta picked up the blue die.

"The first one to roll a six gets to cum first. The second six gets me to cum in their mouth and the last one gets to eat pussy until both of your sisters cum. Then I will eat each of you."

Sara threw her die on the table. Four. Esta threw hers. Two. Selina threw her die and it showed six. Sara and Esta threw many more times until Sara finally got a six.

I turned to Esta and said, "Would you please eat Selina until she is very wet?"

"Yes, Honey." I looked at Selina and said, "Cum if you want to. For our game it counts when I get you to cum."

"Here, Nick?"

"Yes. Get a few towels so we don't make too big a mess. I offered my cock to Sara and she took it in her mouth and we were in the game. The game of pleasure. When I was good and hard I pulled out of Sara's mouth and moved Esta out from between Selina's legs. She was very wet and entering her was so smooth and easy. She was tight but so wet that I moaned as I slid home. Sara asked if she could suck Selina's breasts. I said yes and Esta picked one and Sara the other. I hit Selina's clit at the bottom of each stroke and soon she was cumming. She thrashed and moaned and thanked each of us. 

I pulled back. Esta asked if she could lick Selina's juices from me. I nodded and she did a great job. I inserted my cock into Sara and she rolled me onto my back. We stayed connected until she milked all the cum out of me. Selina and Esta sucked her tits as she bounced on me. I reached into both women as we played and Esta came with two of my fingers inside her. I shifted them so they were side by side on the towels and moved from Esta to Selina to Sara, eating each to an orgasm.

After, we stayed on the floor and held, touched and kissed.

Sara slept in Esta's bed that night. Esta and Selina slept with me. It was not crowded in the bed and both women were adapting to our life together. In the morning Selina got up early and made breakfast for us. Sara was already in the studio when I woke up. Esta was beside me in bed. She was awake.

I looked at her and asked, "Both Sara and Selina got up. You're awake. Why are you still in bed?"

"My life is about having your life work for you. I've read that men all love sex in the morning. So, here I am. I offer you my mouth, my pussy and if you want it, my ass. May I bring you pleasure, Honey?"

"Are you wet?"

"Of course, Honey. I've been lying here thinking about you inside me for almost half an hour."

She watched as I uncovered both of us and invited her on top of me. I watched as she lowered her puss onto my morning erection. She bounced up and down for a while and I felt my sack tighten. She rotated her hips in a circle, grinding her pussy against my body. She began to shake after a few minutes and I held her hips and thrust up into her.

"Don't cum yet, Esta. Wait till you feel me fill you with my juices."

Her face tightened. She was holding back and it was an effort. The look on her face and the spasms in her channel did it for me and I bellowed as I shot into her.

She screamed and nearly passed out. I rolled her onto her back and pulled out of her. She reached for some tissues. My hand stopped her. "Go to the kitchen and ask your sister to lick you. Hurry!"

As she got off the bed she asked, "Which sister?"

"Your choice."

She ran into the kitchen and stopped cold. She was holding her hand at her puss so none of our juices would drip. Selina was standing near the stove and Sara had just walked in from the studio. What stopped her was Alana. Then she remembered his words, "Run to the kitchen and get your sister to clean you."

She said, "Nick said I needed to get one of my sisters to clean me. Any takers?"

Alana got off her bar stool and came to Esta and helped her to the floor. She licked Esta's fingers cleans and then dipped her head into Esta's folds. She ate everything she could gather and Esta was treated to another orgasm before breakfast.

Neither woman noticed when I entered the kitchen and stepped over them getting to the table. When they got up they saw me. Esta looked scared.

"It was Ok that Alana ate me?" I nodded. She smiled.

Alana stood still, not quite knowing what to do. I said, "Alana, good morning. I invite you to get naked. When you pose after breakfast you will be nude, may as well get there now."

"Esta will put your clothes in her room and you can dress there before you go home." Sara said.

As Alana undressed Esta collected her clothes. When Esta was back we all sat at the table and had a nice breakfast. I asked Alana about her week.

"Did you contact your lawyer about selling your house?"