0 comments/ 48431 views/ 0 favorites A Capital in Eastern Europe 1 By: Wryter47 Part 1 -What, then, exactly, would you say is your favorite combination, Mademoiselle? The embassy second secretary asked the woman on his right, a dancer visiting on tour and with whom he had been having a sexually elliptical conversation that she had begun by talking about dance positions with not-so-subtle allusion. She smiled conspiratorially at him, almost batting her eyes. -At the moment, I find it a bit hard to say. I have always seemed to prefer to perform with another woman and a man, but I've found it's hard to get the just right... combination with three people. One-on-one seems to remain the classic combination, don't you think? -Surely with experience in your profession there must be a man and a woman who can work with you in the manner in which you are most interested. -I would think so as well, but unfortunately I haven't found it to be so. Perhaps you have suggestions? -Well, for instance, my wife and I would be glad to try to... -Which is she? The dancer asked. -Slightly reddish bobbed hair, there next to the gent in the uniform. -Oh, she's very lovely indeed. Lovely fair skin. And freckles. I adore freckles. -Yes, and quite accomplished, I believe, although she has never performed in public -- or with two at once -- much less anywhere but at home. -Perhaps it would be worth a try. Although I am prepared for disappointment... would the two of you by any chance be free after this lovely dinner? -I'm quite sure we could be. Perhaps I'd better ask to be certain. I'll tell you during coffee. Would that be all right? -Certainly. I'm here for two or three days at least, and I have the day free tomorrow. -Fine. I believe we, too, have the day off. It might be enjoyable. After the group stood, he spoke briefly to his wife. -I had the most interesting conversation with the visiting dancer, he said. -So I noticed, she said, smiling. She looked across the room at the slender, muscular dancer. More interesting than economics, was it? -Quite. She is quite sexual, which I never expect in a dancer. He then told her of the proposition. -Oh, my, Ned. You didn't... yet it might be amusing, do you think? she said. Do you think she quite understood the subtext? -She started it, in fact. So it might be worth a try if you don't mind. -I don't mind at all. Perhaps it's just the wine I've had tonight, but, in fact, it might even be a... break in our routine. Do we have enough wine at home? -Yes, I just bought another case. -Lovely, the wife said. -I'll speak to her, then. Shall I say we'll drop her off? -Certainly. The second secretary crossed back to the dancer and conveyed the information. -My wife is not opposed to the idea. In fact, I think she showed some real interest. -Lovely. When do you propose to leave? -I suppose in about an hour, after the old man has had his chance to show off. The guests gathered casually around the famous ambassador in the drawing room for coffee. For the next hour minutes he held forth informally on a variety of topics affecting his current interests in that part of the world and encouraged those present to assist in his developmental aims. After an hour, it was time to leave. Then the second secretary and his wife escorted the dancer to their car. The dancer sat in front, his wife in back. The second secretary's residence was a villa on a hill above the capital city, with a pool and large terrace. On the way there it became apparent to the couple that the famous dancer was interested in more than listening to music and having a late-night brandy. The man thought she was quite attractive in a slimmed-down, skittish way. His wife thought she was magical. -This may sound silly, he said to his wife and the dancer as they came through th house and out onto the terrace, but what would you think of a swim? -It's a lovely pool. Would that be all right? said the dancer. -There are bathing suits in the changing room there to your left, he said. We'll be right back. -Thank you. In their bedroom, the husband spoke. -Can you believe we're doing this? -Oh, Ned, we're not that old, said his wife. It's a bit of a break, as some Englishman once said. -Yes, he said. But you don't mind? -Not only do I not mind, but also I feel a bit... excited myself, she said. -Do you suppose we've been here too long? -Perhaps. But she seems intelligent. -Quite, he said. -Then we can find out. -What do you bet she doesn't put on a suit? -I don't think I would bet on that, his wife said. -Neither would I, but I think not. Nonetheless, we should put ours on. -Of course, she said, stepping into a lithe one-piece black suit. He looked at her body, noticing especially the to-him attractive tan lines. He put on his suit, noticing that his penis was stirring. They went out to the pool. There they saw the dancer already in the water, stroking smoothly from one end to the other, her hair streaming around her shoulders. It was apparent she had not put on a bathing suit. The couple looked at each other and smiled. Doffing their suits, they slipped into the water. When the dancer came near to the shallow end, they welcomed her and stood on either side. She came to her feet between the two of them. She noticed that they were naked as well. -This is lovely, she said, moving closer to them and smiling. -It's the best thing about this posting, in fact, said the wife, her breath coming a little short. The rest of it is pretty mundane. The dancer moved still closer to them, her breasts now floating in the water. -Would you say the three of us like this is mundane as well? she said, still looking at the wife. -No, this is delightfully non-mundane, the wife said. -Does the water affect this? the dancer then asked, touching the man's penis under water. -I imagine it does, he said, smiling, and looking at his wife, who smiled at him. But that can be remedied. -I should like very much to... touch you here in the pool. Would that be... satisfactory? The man and his wife looked at each other. -That... that would be very satisfactory, he said, but... it would only be fair to accommodate my wife as well. -I have that already in mind, the dancer said. Come closer. I will show you. The two came closer to her. Still holding the man's penis, she slipped her other hand onto the vagina of the wife, touching her knowingly and gently. -Is this satisfactory? she said. -Oh... my..., the wife said. -Then I have an idea. You two must hold me up horizontally here in the water while I masturbate you both. As I do this, I would be happy if the gentleman would prefer to kiss me between the legs, and the lady on the mouth. I wish to kiss a woman now. The man and woman spread and planted their legs firmly in response to these instructions and to facilitate the fact that they were being masturbated and gently raised the woman to the surface of the water. She had lemon-shaped breasts and a large amount of hair between her legs. She looked at them both and smiled. -I am quite ready, she said. The man bent over and began to lick her with his tongue, tasting both her taste and the chlorinated water in his mouth as he did so. The wife leaned over and stroked the dancer's head tentatively with her free hand and they began to kiss. The man, now fully engaged with his mouth and tongue in the dancer's inner area, used his free hand gently to spread her legs. As he did so, he lightly touched her anus, rubbing his finger up and down. He felt it contract and then begin to loosen. He inserted his finger slowly as far as it would go. She stiffened slightly in the water and then relaxed. Like her pussy, her inside was warm to the touch. He wiggled his finger slowly and could feel it pressing through her to where his tongue was inside her pussy. They remained liked that, each moving slowly and quietly. After awhile, they were beginning to breathe harder. The dancer's hand was moving smoothly on his penis, occasionally tickling his testicles and his anus. He had not felt a hand like hers before and suddenly he felt he would ejaculate at any second. At the same time, the dancer's small hand slipped far up the wife's pussy, massaging her clitoris smoothly with the top knuckle of her thumb. The wife bowed her legs to make access easier. She and the dancer were exchanging their tongues deeply in each other's mouths; the wife was also massaging the dancer's breast with her hand. The man remained buried in the dancer's crotch. -Mmmmmm, I'm... yes.... now, the man suddenly said, shooting gobs of himself into the water as the dancer's hand caught it and rubbed the warm stuff over his penis while she continued to masturbate him softly. He thought his legs would buckle but he was able to remain upright. The wife raised her mouth from the dancer's. -Oh, my, I am as well, she said. Oh my, oh dear. Finally the dancer spoke. -And now myself, said the ballerina through the wife's kisses as the man concentrated on her clitoris and on his finger massage. After awhile the couple lowered the dancer, who put her arms around their shoulders and stood between them. She was slightly shorter and they felt almost parental in holding her. The dancer was slightly breathless. -That was... marvelous, the dancer said softly. Absolutely marvelous. I enjoyed it very much. I think there is potential here. I have not had an orgasm like this from anyone other than myself in a long time. -It was certainly interesting, the wife said. I love your mouth. It feels like silk. -As does yours, madame, said the dancer. I believe you are very interested in women, yes? -I believe I must be, said the wife. It is quite surprising to me. -And you, m'sieu? said the dancer, turning to him and, leaning, biting him gently on his nipple. -I am quite lost, he said. I have never experienced anything like it. It was very enjoyable. And I, too, had more spasms than I normally do. You have very capable hands. -Thank you. I enjoyed touching you both very much. I believe I will be able to get my hand entirely into you, Madame. -I believe you will, she said. I await it with interest. -And you, m'sieu, I believe I will have to swallow whole in order to satisfy that part of my desire. Would you like that? -Very much, I think. -You will be able to, how do they say, fuck in my mouth. -Yes. -And Madame will have an opportunity to visit my other place with her luscious tongue. If it is as nice there as it was in my mouth, I will not last long! -That will be my pleasure, said the wife. -And your husband will then have to find a way to satisfy you, Madame. -I believe he will be able to do that, Mademoiselle, the wife said. In my experience I have found him to be quite accomplished. -He is indeed, the dancer whispered. I felt his finger against his tongue, right through me down there. -Yes, the wife said. He is very good. -May we go inside now? the dancer asked. -Certainly, the wife said. Let's take a shower to clean ourselves from the chlorine. -That would be pleasant, the dancer said. Part 2 The three of them stood in the large shower, soaping and rubbing each other. After a few minutes the wife spoke. -I feel so... excited suddenly, the wife said. -You are sexy, said her husband. -Most definitely, said the dancer. How can we please you? -I don't know, the wife said. I just suddenly feel flush and warm. The dancer moved to hold her, the shower spray coming over their shoulders. -I think you want to be kissed again, the dancer said. -Oh, yes, said the wife. -It is my pleasure, madame. And she held the wife's head in her hands and began to kiss her with her lips and tongue. -Ohhhh, the wife moaned. She began to feel weak in the knees. Meanwhile the husband was holding them both, watching them kiss and was beginning to get erect again. From prior experience he knew he could enter his wife from behind, as their heights were such that he could do so without undue strain. He slowly moved around his wife and saw the dancer open her eyes and nod slightly at him. He smiled and began to feel softly his wife's anus and pussy. Then he imagined he would forego her pussy and enter her anus. To do so, he required a cream, which he found in a small rack in the shower. Suddenly shaking with excitement, he put it on the head of his penis and moved towards his wife's back. His wife and the dancer were locked in an embrace, the wife massaging the dancer's hips. The man made his intentions known with the tip of his erect penis and his wife spread her legs slightly. As he slowly entered her rear he could feel her loosen. He began to move inside her slowly, while reaching around and massaging the back of the dancer, holding them both as he kissed his wife's neck. The dancer once opened her eyes and looked at him as she continued to kiss his wife. They continued in their embrace. His wife paused long enough to whisper in a guttural manner he had not heard in a long time, 'don't stop, don't stop,' and thus they continued, the water cascading over them. -I am going to come, the husband finally said, I can't wait. And he spasmed inside his wife four, five, six times. She was tight and remarkably warm. When he had withdrawn, the dancer opened her eyes and motioned him down. He understood and thankfully got down on his knees in the shower. The dancer moved back and he again buried his face in her. This time the water was not chlorinated. He again found her clitoris and massaged and nibbled it with his tongue and teeth. He could feel her hands behind his head massaging his wife. Suddenly both women began to moan, and the man felt his head caught in the soft fleshy embrace of the two women. His wife was rubbing herself against the back of his head as the dancer pushed herself into his face. When they had finished, the two women knelt down in the shower as well, kissing the man on the face and then in turn kissing his mouth. His wife knelt farther and washed his penis with her mouth full of water as he and the dancer kissed. Finally they stood and he turned off the water. They exited the shower silently and found towels. The wife returned to the bedroom and lay on the bed in the half-light from the patio area outside. The dancer and the woman lay on either side of him, their arms entwined across his chest. They fell asleep in the warm night. He awoke to the sensation of someone licking his penis. He looked down and saw the dancer kneeling over him on the bed, next to his sleeping wife, her head down. He could see her tongue. He watched fascinated as it grew. When it was erect, the dancer pulled back, looked up at him, smiled. -Now I have you all to myself while your wife sleeps. I will suck you off but you must not move so as not to waken her. He nodded. Silently she bent down and suddenly his entire erect penis was down her throat. He had never seen anyone do it so smoothly. His wife, while an accomplished woman, had never been able to swallow him whole because it made her gag. The dancer was obviously as skilled at her sexual arts as she was at the dance. She had her eyes closed and moved her whole head up and down. He felt himself very close to coming after only a few movements of her head. Her throat felt like the tightest pussy he had ever been in. He closed his eyes and gave himself over to her ministrations. Finally, she knew he was about to come and she slowed her stroke slightly. When she felt his first spasm, she pushed her mouth flush with his skin at the base of his penis and he began to throb his come into her. He felt her swallowing as he spasmed. But he remained still. After he finished, she slowly disgorged him, swallowed once more, and looked up at him, a smile on her face. -That was very nice, yes? she whispered. He nodded, smiling. - Wonderful, he said. Never like that. -I am very accomplished, I think, she said. -Yes. Thank you. -It is my pleasure. Your penis is lovely. I believe I will have to be in love with you and especially with your wife. I like her very much. -Have you been satisfied just now? he whispered. -But of course! she smiled. I was pleasuring myself while I was sucking you. -Oh. -Not to worry, she said. I can come again right away. In fact, I could come just looking at your wife lying there, His wife was curled in a semi-fetal position, looking very becoming indeed. -Yes, I think I understand. -But now, I will rest. You can rest some more, yes? she said. -I believe so, he said. -Then when we awake I will show you what I am able to do to entertain your wife. -Yes. Part 3 They slept some more. Finally the man awoke, aware that there was activity on the bed, which he felt moving slightly under him. As he opened his eyes he beheld the dancer straddled in an inverted position above his wife. The dancer was in the process of licking his wife's pussy, bending low over her. His wife, in turn, was licking the dancer's thigh and fondling her pussy. The dancers breasts were swinging under her as she moved. The man felt his penis becoming erect. His wife turned her head slightly towards him and opened her eyes. Then she winked at him and closed her eyes again. Rather than watch, the man closed his eyes and responded to the sleepiness that overcame him. As he slept, the two women continued to caress each other their mouth-to-pussy stimulation. Before either had come to conclusion, the dancer withdrew and turned slowly around to lie on top of the wife, face-to-face. She looked at her. -This is quite serious, I believe, said the dancer. The wife nodded, a flushed, serious expression on her face. -What shall we do? said the wife. -We will have to make many arrangements, the dancer said. We must care for your husband first, because he is a fine man and is the person who introduced us, and because we must assure that he cannot have reason to become jealous. -That should not be difficult, the wife said. I think he will be happy to share us. At least it seems so thus far. -You are right, the dancer said. But I have in mind that you will occasionally be able to travel with me. Would you like to do that? -Very much, said the wife. -We may have to go further than the two of us to accomplish that. -How do you mean? -We may have to find a very special woman here to be with him while you are traveling with me. The wife paused. -I see what you mean, the wife said. -Is there anyone who comes to mind in that regard? -Actually, no, said the wife. I am quite sure he has been faithful to me. -I have no doubt of that, the dancer said. -So. -Let us think about it, the dancer said. I believe there can be a creative answer. -I hope so, said the wife. She paused. I think I love you, too. -I know, said the dancer. It is very nice so. -Yes. -Yes. And the dancer again kissed the wife. They held each other without moving until finally the dancer slid her leg between the wife's legs. They met with their upper thighs and they began slowly to move. They were wet and slippery and soon the wife was approaching climax. -I am going to come, whispered the wife. -I know, said the dancer. I am as well. Let us try to reach the stars together. -Yes, gasped the woman. Hurry, please. -Yes, said the dancer. They gripped each other tighter. The wife finally began to moan and the dancer held her tighter, moving herself harder and harder on the wife's thigh. -Yes, yes, said the dancer. Now we do it. We are fulfilled. -Oh, yes, said the wife. Oh, my, yes, please. Finally they were stilled each could feel the other's heart pounding. They were wet with perspiration even in the cool of the late, late night. The husband still slept. The women continued their conversation, naked, lying in each other's arms. A Capital in Eastern Europe 1 -I feel as if I have been looking for you all my life, said the dancer. -I know, said the wife. I can't quite believe it. -Where shall we begin our search on behalf of your husband? -Perhaps we should begin by asking him, said the wife. -You would not be hurt if he mentioned someone you knew? -Not now, she said. I love you too much and I love him. If he mentions someone I know, I will help him achieve it if it is possible. -I believe it will be possible, the dancer said. -Yes, I feel it, too, said the wife. Later the man stirred. It was dawn. The women had fallen asleep in each other's arms. He went to the bathroom and upon returning, gazed at them. He thought he had never seen anything quite as lovely. As he gazed, he felt himself coming erect again. Rather than disturb them, he found some lotion and, sitting in a nearby chair, slowly massaged himself. He wondered where this would lead. He knew his wife was happy with the dancer; they had seemed immediately to connect, not just physically, but emotionally. He knew also of his wife's relative boredom in the capital city and in the diplomatic corps and was happy she had found at least a temporary interest to make her life more pleasant. He felt pangs that the dancer would soon be leaving, continuing her tour of neighboring countries. He wondered if they would be able to meet again one day, here or elsewhere, and continue their journey. He continued massaging himself, watching the two women. As he did so, he slowly inserted a finger in himself and began to move towards climax. Just as he was about to come, stretched out on the chair and preparing himself to see his semen flow out onto his stomach, he noticed the dancer, whose face was towards his, open her eyes. She regarded him with a smile, and then she did as his wife had done. She winked at him. Just as he was about to ejaculate, she stuck out her tongue. For some reason it seemed to him one of the sexiest things he could imagine, and as a result he shot far up his chest, nearly to his face, with his first emission. She smiled more broadly and nodded in silent assent of his efforts. He was covered in his own semen as he lay in the chair, breathing deeply. He fell asleep for awhile and eventually arose sleepily and went to the bathroom to wash himself off. Before he knew it the dancer had opened the door and come in. -Please let us wash off and then you must enter me at last, she said. Please. He closed the door and they stood and washed with a sponge in the shower. She clung to him. -Now we go on the floor, she said. Still wet, they lay on the cool tile floor. -Please enter me quite hard, she said, as if you were trying to reach my throat through my pussy. He felt incredibly aroused and began to pump away at the dancer. -I'm afraid I'm going to come very quickly, he said. -I know, said the dancer. I want you to do so. Then she put her hand around his penis as he was going in and out of her. -I must masturbate myself while you are fucking me, she said. It is one of my great pleasures. -Oh, he said, it is not like that. Barely able to control himself. -Yes, she said, it is like that. Please come now. I want your come in me. -Yes, he said. I am now. -I will count, she said. -Ah, ah, yes, he said, again ejaculating. -Many times, yes. After he had finished, she spoke. -Now you must suck me and put your come in my mouth. -I don't know if I can, he said. -Yes you can, my darling, she said. I need it that way. Slowly he withdrew and allowed his face to slide down her body, between her breasts, down her stomach, to her pussy. When there, he tentatively put his lips to her. She then grabbed his head gently from behind and pushed his face into her. As she did so, he sucked and tasted the salty emission in his mouth. She released his head and he rose again, up her stomach and breasts and to her head. -Give it to me now, she said, smiling. He put his mouth on hers and spilled the juices from her pussy into her mouth. She sucked strongly on his mouth and wiped his teeth with her tongue. He could feel her swallowing rapidly and nodding her head. He opened his eyes and saw her staring at him, wide-eyed. When she had finished he lay his head on her chest and could hear her heartbeat. He heard her whisper. -That was ideal. You must both be mine. He nodded his head. -I must have you both, she said again. I will dance as never before if I know you both love me. Your wife loves me. Do you? -I think so, he said. -You must not think, you must know. -I love my wife. -As do I. And do you love me, even just a little? -And I love you, he said. Part 4 -I am glad, she said. We will be together always. It is meant to be. -All from a dinner conversation, he said. -Yes, she said. From dinner. -How will we do this? Will you stay with us? -We will discuss it. Your wife and I already have talked about part of it. -Which? -How she will need to travel with me from time to time. Perhaps you as well. All three of us. -That will be hard for me, he said. I must work. And I would miss her. -We will miss you as well, she said. But we will make certain you are comforted while we are away from you. -What do you mean. -We will tell you. But first you must tell me if there is any woman here in the city whom you believe would be sympathetic to our relationship. -To our relationship? I know few women here, he said, in that way. I love my wife. -I know you do, she said, and your wife knows as well. They paused. She continued. -We will help you, she said. -We must talk, he said. -Yes. The door opened and his wife came in. She said nothing but silently lay down next to them, smiling in the early morning light. -I love you both, she said quietly. I believe I must have you both. -Yes, the husband and the dancer said together. -Has she told you our news? the wife said. -Yes. -You know someone? -I know very few women here outside the embassy. -I know, the wife said. She smiled at her husband and at the dancer. Then she leaned over the dancer and kissed her husband. -I love you very much, you know. -Yes, he said. -We will work this out. But not now. Now I feel the need to show my love for you both. The husband and the dancer looked at each other. -You must make love together for me, the wife said. -What would please you? said the dancer. -To see you together, copulating, with my husband below. And I will sit with you and masturbate as I watch. It will make me very happy. I have always wanted to see him with you. The dancer looked again at the man. -How can I help you, she said. -I must try to become erect again. -I will be happy to help you do that, she said, and lowered her mouth onto his penis. At the same time she inserted a finger slowly into his anus. Soon he could feel her finger inside pushing towards the base of his penis, which began to rise. She swirled his penis in her mouth and hummed softly as she did so. The man looked at his wife, who sat next to him and leaned over, this time with her right breast, large and luminous, which she held out to him. She watched as he took it in his mouth. -Yes, please, she said. He began sucking on her breast, pulling it into his mouth as the dancer continued on his penis. -Oh, yes, his wife said with a gasp. You are my baby now. She is massaging your penis with her mouth and you are massaging my breast with your mouth. She is very good and she likes it very much. When it becomes hard she will massage it for you inside her large place between her legs so you will grow up strong and healthy. He moaned. His wife began to breathe heavily, her eyes bright at the sight of her husband and the dancer. -And, she said. You are pushing me so hard. I must also massage myself so that I will be strong and healthy for you and for our dancer, whom I love as I love you. Oh. And so that you will see me flush very brightly across my chest for you while I watch you copulate and watch her go up and down on you. I will make myself flush very much for you so that you will know I love you and that I love watching you copulate. The man continued to suck on his wife's breast. As he did so, the dancer slowly released him from her mouth and pivoted and knelt over him. She looked at him and smiled a voracious, hairy smile and held his penis as she inserted it in her pussy. Slowly she began to move up and down. As she did so she massaged her breasts. Then she leaned forward toward his wife. -We must kiss, the dancer said. -Yes, said the wife. The man watched the dancer go up and down on his penis as she kissed his wife. Then the dancer put her hand on his wife's breast and inserted a finger into his mouth as he sucked his wife's breast. He could tell by his wife's movements that she was masturbating heavily. Sunlight began to stream through the window of the bathroom as they continued to push each other towards climax. Finally he felt himself about to ejaculate and he released his wife's breast from his mouth. His wife and the dancer were kissing passionately, their tongues filling each other's mouths. He could see saliva running down their chins as they kissed. Then the dancer increased the speed of her movements on him and he lay back, waiting for the stroke that would complete it for him. Just as he was about to climax, the dancer began to moan. She put her hand on his stomach as she slid farther down so his penis would rub her clitoris more fully. He could see his wife's hand flying across her pussy as she masturbated herself towards climax as well. -Ahhh, said the man as he began to come. The dancer moved even faster, groaning her assent to his ejaculation. His women's mouths separated and the dancer looked down at her pussy. His wife murmured, "yes, yes," and she doubled over at the spasms of her own climax. Her face was near his penis and she buried her mouth where his penis and the dancer's pussy began. He felt her tongue and teeth lightly biting him and, he assumed, the dancer's pussy as well. When it was over they lay on each other on the bathroom floor, breathing heavily. -Oh, my, it has never been this good for me, gasped the dancer. I am happy. She put her arms around the man and his wife. I must have this always. -Yes, said the man and wife together. Yes. Later they showered and dressed and had breakfast near the pool. The couple's local cleaning woman came and was busy working in the house. She was a stout woman dressed in a black dress and black espadrille shoes. The dancer smiled at the wife. -I do not think your maid is the woman for your husband. -No, I don't think so, either, said the wife. The husband smiled. -Why must I have another woman when I have two already? -So we can be sure you are happy while we are away, the dancer said. The wife spoke. Part 5 -I know someone in whom you might be interested. -Who, said the husband, looking at her. -A woman with whom I volunteer at the museum. She is beautiful, an artist, and she is a very free spirit, I think. -She is married? -I don't believe so, the wife said. She has friends from time to time. The dancer spoke. -How would we meet this woman? -I will call and ask her to lunch, the wife said. The man looked at the two women. -How long would you be gone, you two? -Perhaps a month, perhaps six weeks, the dancer said. -Here in Europe? -At first, but I already have commitments in America for next year. -Oh. -That is why our plan must be well conceived, said the dancer. We must have our plan in place before we begin. Otherwise you could become jealous and we would all be unhappy. -How could another woman substitute for you, he asked. -She would only substitute and she would be with us, the dancer said. She would understand all of us and be part of us. -Three women, the man said. I have only just begun to get used to two. -You will learn to enjoy it, the dancer said. Just as we have. They finished their breakfast. The day was becoming warm. They decided to visit a local village together. Before they left, the wife telephoned the woman from the museum. -She can join us for lunch in the village, she said. I told her I wanted her to meet my family. The dancer smiled at the man. -We are your family, she said. -Yes, he said, I imagine so. -It is not imagining, is it, what has happened? -No indeed, he said. -So. Let us proceed. The dancer put her arms around the man and wife and they walked from the house to his car. The village was some ten miles distant, farther up in the foothills outside the capital. They parked on the edge of the town and walked slowly towards the square, looking at the food and folkloric items on display on either side of them. The man noticed other members of the small diplomatic community also spending the morning in the village. -One could make a fortune in predictions in this country, he said, smiling. It's as if everyone unconsciously decided to visit the same place on the same day. By lunchtime they had surveyed the stalls and purchased a few small things. They arrived at the only good restaurant on the square, which had tables and chairs set in front under a large awning. As they settled into their table, it was pleasantly cool. The dancer looked at them. -I hope this doesn't take too long. I am feeling very needy of you right now. I believe I need to massage myself very quickly. As they watched, the dancer quietly slid a hand up her skirt and they could tell she was masturbating herself. She continued to look at them and they at her, mesmerized. -Oh, my, said the wife quietly. I have always wanted to do that. The dancer inhaled quickly and looked at her. -Why don't you? she said. -I am embarrassed and I… flush brightly when I climax, said the wife. -So do I, said the dancer, in case you hadn't noticed. But I find no one really notices unless they know what is going on. Just at that time a waiter came up. -Yes? he said, looking at the man. -Three apéritifs, he said. We await a fourth person. -Very good, the waiter said and left. -Now, said the dancer, breathing heavily. Now, now, now, I look at you and I come for you. Yes. The man found himself getting an erection, and as he did so he noticed his wife's hand sliding up under her own skirt. She looked at him. -I don't know if I can do this, she said. -You will do it, said the dancer. Think of us helping you in our minds. -Yes, said the woman. Her eyes became slightly glassy. -And you, monsieur? said the dancer. -I know I can't without messing up my trousers, he said. -You may have to excuse yourself to the toilette, said the dancer. I will stay with Madame while she finishes. -Yes, I believe so, said the man. You have provoked strong feelings in me. -That is good, said the dancer. Think of us as you complete. The man got up, his trousers bulging slightly. He entered the small toilette, locked the door, and barely got his penis out before he was coming into the commode, bent over, watching the fluid drip into the water. In his mind's eye he saw himself sucking his wife's breast and he also saw himself with the dancer. He went weak in the knees. When he returned to the table he saw the third woman had arrived. He looked first at his wife, who smiled at him in a conspiratorial way, and then at the dancer, who was sitting quietly and talking to the artist woman from the museum. -You have lived here long, madame? she said. -I was born here, the artist answered, but I lived a long time in Paris. I have been back only three years. -You are very lovely, said the dancer.The artist flushed. -I am not unaware that some say that, she said, smiling. -I am sure, said the dancer. -Amalie is an accomplished painter, said the wife. She has had a show at one of the galleries and will have one at the museum this fall. -That is nice, said the dancer. -Yes, I suppose, said the artist. But now I am going through many changes and waiting to see where they lead. They continued their lunch. After coffee, the wife asked if she would like to come back to their house for a swim. -I would love to, she said, but I don't have a bathing suit with me. -We have several, the wife said. We are always prepared for the unexpected. The artist looked quizzically at the wife and at the dancer and at the husband. -I believe you are, she said. I would be happy to come. The four of them returned to the house in the hills. The man and his wife showed the artist where the spare bathing suits were and went into the house with the dancer to change. They heard a splash and when they returned to the pool, they saw the artist swimming up and down the length of the pool. Finally she paused and looked up at the three of them. -This is lovely, she said. Are you going to come in? -Most certainly, said the man. Turning to his wife and the dancer, he said, are you ready? On the count of three, then. He counted to three and the three of them dived into the pool. The four ended their swim at the shallow end of the pool, dripping water and laughing. -We should have had a race, said the dancer. -Indeed, said the wife. -But now I feel the need to be a bit risqué, she said, and removed her bathing suit, tossing it on a chair near the pool. She sunk down in the water so that her breasts were just floating and turned toward the other three, who stared at her and said nothing. -Oh, my, said the wife. -Is this what you intended? said the artist. For if it is so, I am pleased. There is far too much propriety in this country. And she removed her bathing suit. Upon seeing her lithe body, the man and his wife looked at each other and at the dancer and smiled. Then the couple removed their bathing suits. -Has the maid departed? asked the dancer. -Oh, yes, hours ago, said the wife. -Well. What shall we do now? asked the dancer. All four of them were squatting down in the water so that it was at about chest level. The man noticed three pairs of lovely breasts floating just about at his eye level. -I haven't any idea, after last night, said the man. -We must think of something, the dancer said. This pool is made for beginnings. -Yes, said the wife, looking at the dancer. -Perhaps we will think of something if we come closer to each other, said the artist, sweeping her wet hair back smoothly over her head with her hands as she moved towards the other three. The four of them wound up with their arms around each other in a circle, the man and his wife next to each other, with the dancer next to the wife and the artist next to the husband. -Have you ever made love in the water? asked the artist. -Funny you should ask, he said. The three of us accomplished something like that just last evening. -It was pleasant? the artist asked. -Very much so, the man said. -I would like to be made love to, then, the artist said. -By whom? the man asked. -I believe by you, depending on what you two have in mind, she said, looking at the wife and the dancer. -Please, the wife said. It would please me. It would please us, she added, looking at the dancer. -Yes, the dancer said. We will care for you as you do so. And the wife and dancer got on either side of the man and the artist, touching her. As they did so, the artist moved closer to the man. -You have many women here, she said. Do you find that interesting? -I find it extraordinary, he said. -You have slept with your wife. You have also slept with the dancer? -Yes. -Many times? -Not many. -It was pleasant? -Yes. Very. -You will then have to sleep with me as well. In this way I will be able to share you with them and I will not have to worry about being jealous. A Capital in Eastern Europe 1 -Yes, he said. -Jealousy is something I cannot afford with my art. -No, he said. -I am going to touch you now. She moved her hand under water and took his penis gently. -It is already big, she said, -I believe so, he said. -Then you must touch me as well, but lightly, so that my fluid does not come out. That way when you enter me we will not have friction there. He touched her. -I am wet inside? she asked. -Yes, he said. Very. -Good. Please enter me now. I want you very much inside me. She spread her legs under water as the man moved closer. -Yes, now, she said. He positioned himself and thrust and felt himself glide into the artist's pussy. -Oh, he said. -Oh, yes, she said. Yes. Now you must move in me quickly because I will climax very soon. He moved only a few times and felt himself rising. -Please all of you hug me now, for I am ready, said the artist. The man moved in and the other two women bent themselves towards the artist. The man kissed the artist, their eyes open, as the other two women kissed her ears and felt her breasts. The dancer whispered she was masturbating and just at the point of climax and the wife whispered yes, yes. -Now I come, the artist said. Oh, oh, oh, and I feel you come as well. You are very, very big inside me now. Thank you. -Yes, ah, ah, said the man. Part 6 The four of them held each other tightly as the other two women made similar noises. Finally they fell back from each other. -Now I know why I wanted to come here, said the artist. It is just as I imagined. Although I imagined I might have to wait to have the man. -No, said the wife. We wanted it this way. If you desire, you can be part of our relationship plan. It is somewhat complicated. -Only if I can be with you two as well, said the artist. -Oh, yes, said the dancer and the wife. -It is not so complicated then, she said. -Only when we are away, said the dancer. -You will be away. -From time to time we will travel. Then you will stay with the gentleman, if you wish. It is our desire that he experience pleasure while we are away. -I think that would be very pleasant, said the artist. How often would I be able to visit. -As often as you liked, said the wife. When we are here and when we are not here. -We must not tell anyone, I think, said the artist. -No, said the husband, I think somehow the embassy might be concerned. They laughed. They left the pool and showered together in the large shower. They put on their bathing suits again and lay in the sun on towels on the grass near the pool. The day was becoming warm. As they rested they fell asleep. The wife awoke to see the artist facing her, her eyes open. The dancer and the husband were on their stomachs, sleeping. -I am so thirsty. May I have glass of water, whispered the artist. -Certainly, said the wife. Come inside and I will get it for you. The two of them got up noiselessly and went into the kitchen of the house, where the wife got water for them both. They drank, looking at each other over the rims of the glasses. -You are very attractive, said the wife. -As are you, said the artist. I have always wondered what you looked like. Now I know. -Yes. -I look forward to touching you, the artist said. -You do? -Very much. I wish to touch you very much. To explore your lovely body. -My goodness. -You are in love with the dancer. -Yes, I believe so. -And with your husband. -Always. We have been together many years. -And you will go with the dancer on her tours. -Some of the time, yes, said the wife. -That must be exciting. -I think so, she said. -I have always wondered what your husband looked like. He is very handsome. -Yes. Very. -He seems also very proficient. -I believe he is, said the wife. -You would not mind if I asked a question. -Certainly not. -You have had many affairs or outside activity, the two of you. -None, in fact, said the wife. This is our first experience. -Does it surprise you. -Yes. At least if someone had told me two days ago I would be in this situation I would have laughed. -But now you are not laughing. -Except with wonder, said the wife. -The dancer is very magnetic. -Yes. She is compelling. -That is nice, said the artist. -It is funny, but... -But... -I believe I find you so as well. The wife's face flushed. And I think I am suddenly becoming far too forward. -You are not. I find you so as well, said the artist. Your blush is very becoming. Pause. You have been with women before the dancer. -Never, said the wife. -But you have imagined it. -Perhaps in my subconscious, or in my dreaming. -That can be very real. -It must be so. -Do you suppose we will be able to be together, said the artist. -I think so. Soon, I imagine. -Would you permit me to be with you now. -I think so, said the wife, looking at the woman. Am I crazy. -Not at all, I do not think. Would you prefer here in the house or outside. -I think outside, said the wife. We are all together in this, yes. -That is lovely, said the artist. Let's go there. The two of them left the kitchen and returned to the grass. They whispered so as not to wake the others. -Shall we move this towel here, said the artist. -Yes, said the wife. They moved a few paces away and lay down together. They removed their bathing suits. -How would you prefer, said the artist. -It does not matter, said the wife. The artist looked at her. -I believe we must kiss first. -Yes, please, said the wife. The artist moved her hand behind the wife's head and leaned over her, their breasts touching and their nipples coming erect. She put her tongue lightly on the wife's lips, and then began to kiss her. As she did, she moved her other hand to caress the wife's stomach and, finally, her pudenda, very lightly. The wife shivered slightly and put an arm around the artist. With her other hand she massaged the artist's breast. Soon they were locked in an embrace, their tongues engaged heavily in each other's mouths, their breasts pressed together. The artist whispered to the wife. -Now we must, as they say, fuck with each other. -Oh, yes, said the wife. Now, please. The artist got on top of the wife and their legs scissored together. They slid up and down and making them wet with the moisture. -Now let us go slowly please, the wife gasped. -Yes, said the artist between kisses. We will go slowly. They continued to massage and rub each other for some time. The artist spoke. -Are you ready, she whispered. -Oh, yes, said the wife. I am ready. -Shall we come together. -I, I, yes, please. They continued, increasing the pressure on each other. By now they were sweaty and sliding on each other in the warm sun. The wife felt as if her whole body was being consumed by the actions of the artist. They were so engrossed in their lovemaking that they did not notice the husband and the dancer had awakened and were watching them. The dancer whispered to the husband. -It is attractive, no? -Very, said the husband. I am getting an erection. -So am I, whispered the dancer. My clitoris is hard inside me. Will you massage it for me? -With pleasure, said the husband. Do you prefer my hand, my tongue, or my penis? -That is a difficult decision, but I think I would like you on top of me and to insert your penis and I will masturbate as well. -Yes, said the man. He slowly rolled over and quietly entered the dancer. -We must watch them, said the man, beginning to stroke inside her. -Yes, said the dancer. They are very close. They both turned their heads to watch the wife and the artist approaching their climax. -Are you jealous of my wife? -Not at all, said the dancer. I am delighted we have apparently found the solution to our problem. -I believe so, said the man. She is different from you but is very lovely. -You now have three women, she said. -Yes, he said. Three beautiful women. -I think this will be interesting, said the dancer. -It already is, said the man. Now I must attend you. -Oh, yes, please, said the dancer. You are very deep right now. Please continue. She removed her hand from her pussy and held his buttocks as he moved within her. As they were continuing, they heard the two women moan and they looked over at them. The artist had collapsed on top of the wife, kissing her ear. They were holding each other. As they lay spent, they looked over and saw the dancer and the husband, who by then were reaching their own stage of intensity that drowned out other perceptions. -Let's go closer, said the artist. -No, let's just watch from here, said the wife. I love watching my husband make love. He is so beautiful. I imagine myself under him like that. And the dancer is so agile. -She likes to masturbate while she is receiving him, said the artist. -Yes, I noticed. -That is very exciting. I don't believe I have done that. -Nor I, said the wife. But now I know to try. -Oh, my, they are enthralled, said the artist. Look at that. The husband and dancer were approaching climax. Finally, both breathing heavily and groaning, they reached it. -Yes, my love, whispered the wife, now, now. And they finished, the dancer clasping the man and rising up against him, her legs entwined around him as she spasmed, moving hard against him. Then the wife got up from her towel and went over to them, still glistening with perspiration from her own exertions with the artist and lay down beside them. As she kissed them she spoke. -That was so beautiful, she said. Thank you. -Yes, said the dancer. We were inspired from watching you and the artist. We couldn't restrain ourselves. -That is how it should be, said the wife. Always. Part 7 The four of them regrouped, naked and sweaty, and sat crosslegged. The dancer spoke. -Tomorrow I believe we must begin making our plans. I am to travel on to my next engagement and I would like to have your wife accompany me. Would that be agreeable to you both? -Yes, said the wife. -Of course, said the husband. How long will you be away? he said, looking at his wife, who looked at the dancer. -I believe we can return for a few days in about two weeks, she said. We will fly back for a grand reunion. And we hope you both will be here for us. -Yes, said the man. The artist nodded as well, looking at the man. -I believe I will have become a surrogate wife by that time, said the artist. It will be my pleasure to discover what such a thing is like. -I'm certain you will find it pleasant, said the wife. My husband is simplicity itself to live with. He even picks up after himself and makes his own coffee in the morning. -That is not entirely true, he said. But usually. -I cannot be here every night, said the artist, but most nights and all weekend. -I often work late at any rate, he said. I will be able to get advance work done so perhaps we can all take some time off when you two return. -That would be lovely, said the dancer. Their conversation continued thus as they planned their schedules for the coming two weeks. As they did so, the wife felt herself becoming more relaxed. Sitting between her husband and the dancer, she looked at her still-wet pussy and began to touch it. Watching herself, she spoke. -I never imagined I had as much life here as I have experienced this weekend. -You are very much alive, said the husband. What would you like us to do? -I believe I would like you to watch me masturbate, she said. I am feeling quite giddy over all of this. She continued to massage herself, looking intently at her hand as she did so. They all sat cross-legged as they watched the wife continue. The artist spoke. -This is so engrossing I don't believe I can resist touching myself. -Nor I, said the man. The dancer nodded. -May we accompany you in this journey? the dancer said. -Oh... yes, said the woman. I am moving very quickly, though. It is as if I am on fire from the sun. The other three began to masturbate themselves, looking alternately at the wife, at each other, and at themselves. The man stared down at the head of his penis, which was beginning to discharge pre-seminal fluid. Then the four of them leaned towards the space in the center. -Oh, my, said the wife. I feel so free. -Yes, said the dancer. We are free for ourselves and for... each other. But this is... for ourselves. -Yes, said the man, I am very... close. -We shall race to conclusion, then, said the artist. I am very close. The four of them continued and one by one, beginning with the wife, they climaxed. The man spurted he semen out onto his legs and down his hands as the women watched, each in her own stage of climax. The artist bent down over him and licked semen from his leg. Then his wife did the same on his penis. The dancer, meanwhile, leaned over and kissed the artist's nearest breast. -I love your breasts, she said. -They are not completely erect as they were when I was younger, but they are still attractive, I believe, said the artist. -Yes, said the wife. We are all still quite attractive, aren't we? She lifted her breasts with her hands and looked at them. -I believe I am spent, said the man. Finally spent. Do you think we should nap? -Yes, said the wife. Let us shower and sleep on our bed. The four of them entered the large shower and washed each other. The wife again washed her husband's penis with her mouth, but gently. They dried off and fell onto the large bed next to each other and drifted off to sleep. Two hours later, at dusk, the wife awoke to find the dancer's arm draped across her back. She disengaged herself and went to the kitchen, where, clad in a light nightgown, she began to prepare dinner. Eventually the other three awoke and came to the kitchen. The man had on his boxer shorts. The dancer had on only a large a silk shirt, and the artist had only her panties, which were blue and had lace around the edges. -What a group we are! said the dancer in delight. -A hungry group as well, I think, said the man. I will get some wine. -How can I help, said the artist. -Why don't you two set the table, the wife said, motioning to the large table by a window in the kitchen. They did, and a dinner ensued that was enlivened by the sight of the artist's breasts hanging down when she leaned over her plate to eat. The man, sitting next to her, noticed them frequently. By the end of the meal, the man had removed his shirt, his wife had pulled her bathrobe open to expose her full breasts, and the dancer had opened her shirt to expose her smaller but very shapely breasts. Then the artist, sitting next to the wife, spread some preserves from a jar on the table on both of her large nipples, licking her fingers off after doing so. The others sat looking at the red preserves covering her nipples. -I wonder who would like some preserves? she said, pushing her chest boldly out. Her breasts were magnificent. The wife, sitting next to her, leaned over quietly and slowly licked the preserves from the artist's right breast as the others watched. Then the husband, from the other side, did the same. The two of them began sucking gently on her nipples, which grew erect. By then the four were in a certain state of excitement, and the dancer spoke. -We must respond to this lovely provocation somewhat systematically, yes? The others nodded their agreement. -I propose first that we return to the bedroom. They left their chairs and soon were sitting crosslegged on the bed, the man across from the dancer, each of them having the wife and the artist on either side. Noticing the man's erection, the dancer spoke again. -Since we have this lovely erection among us, I propose that the three of us lie down next to each other and, without touching anything of ourselves or one another, we allow the man to enter us each in turn, but only for three movements. The woman who eventually receives his ejaculation will then spend the night with him and the other two women will pleasure each other during the night. Is this agreeable? It was. The women arranged themselves with appropriate space between them to facilitate the man's movement, and the man got on his knees. His wife was in the middle; the artist was on his left, and the dancer on his right. None of them moved, and all of them looked at his penis, which was erect and quivering. He moved to the left and the artist spread her legs. Looking at her, he guided himself with his hand into her pussy. It was tighter than his wife's and shaped differently from the dancer's; he could easily feel her cervix bone against him. If anything, her pussy seemed slightly lower than he recalled. Slowly he counted one, two, three, as he stroked inside her, feeling the top of his penis rub against her. She looked at him, moving just perceptibly, but said nothing. He withdrew and moved somewhat awkwardly over to his wife. She smiled at him as he entered her. He felt her familiar ample flesh against his penis. She surrounded him perfectly and he could feel every part of her. He smiled in return and stroked very, very slowly, one, two three. On the third stroke he stayed in her momentarily, but then withdrew. Finally he moved to the dancer, whose tongue he could see lying below her teeth in a provocative manner. She spread her legs and watched as he entered her. Her pussy, he noticed, was not as tight as that of the artist, nor as encompassing as his wife's, but she had incredible control of her muscles there, and he could feel he as she contracted on him as he stroked. On the first stroke he remained fully inserted as she squeezed his penis twice, moving her pelvis against his slightly as she did so. He pulled back and completed his second and third stroke, pausing slightly at the end. -I am not going to last, he said. This is difficult. I am afraid I know what will happen. The others smiled at this. And indeed, it did. He moved again to the artist, and entering her, could feel himself approaching climax. He let out a moan, feeling the top of his penis again rubbing hard against the top of her low-slung pussy, and she smiled as on the third stroke he came gushing into her. -Yes, she said, please, yes. I feel it now. The wife and the dancer turned and looked at each other, smiling, and immediately embraced. The man fell on the artist and they began to kiss passionately. -Please make me come now, whispered the artist to the man. I am stimulated and cannot wait. He stroked hard with what was left of his declining erection and soon she let out a moan that was quite loud. As they fell against each other, they turned and looked. The wife had mounted the dancer and the two of them were engaged in frantic movements sliding movements while kissing each other. The artist said to the man, -Look how they copulate with each other. It is quite remarkable. -Yes, said the man. They look like man and woman. I believe they are not far behind us. They will come soon. -Yes, said the artist, and then more loudly, Come, you two mad beautiful copulators, come, please. We wish to see it. The two women moaned and the dancer spoke in a guttural voice. -I am being fucked, I am being truly fucked now. The wife was burying her leg now in the dancer's crotch and rubbing her breasts furiously over the other woman's breasts. -Ahh, yes, said the dancer, now I come, I come. -Oh, yes, said the wife, more quietly, as she arched her back and looked down at the dancer. I made you come. I did it. Now you will make me come, please. -Yes, said the dancer. Anything, my love. The wife pulled herself up and suddenly settled her crotch on the dancer's face.