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Strawberries For Dessert Ch. 01

By: Charly



Episode One

I could just hear them; saying good night in the foyer beneath our bedroom. Jody giggled quietly at one of George’s parting jokes and then fell silent. That silence would mark the goodnight kiss which sent George off to his wife and responsibilities.  The heavy front door clunked solidly and then there followed the sound of glasses clinking into the dishwasher and the click of lights being turned off.

I smiled in the darkness, thinking over the evening reminiscing around our coffee table. We have been friends so long that the stories of adventures and misadventures could be numbered; we could just give the number and it would evoke a laugh. The habit of gathering around our big marble coffee table in three soft, comfortable barrel-shaped swivel chairs has become a comfortable ritual. 

George and I have worked together for several years and we frequently stop for a drink after work; sometimes at a friendly bar and sometimes here at our house. Jody is always happy to have George visit. He is a natural salesman, talkative and empathetic, and they liked each other from their first meeting. After a few drinks, their mutual admiration becomes even more obvious. 

“George, I adore you, you know that!”  Jody slipped easily onto his lap and drew her feet up into the chair. She kissed his grinning lips and hugged him. “Don’t I always say that, Jack?”

“It does seem to me I’ve heard that before. Do you two want to be alone?” 

This conversation had become a ritual, too; with me kidding the two of them and their feigning serious thought about the offer. Jody continued sitting curled up in his lap, being cuddled by her favorite “teddy-bear” of a friend who was also my best friend. 

“Well, I’m off to bed, anyway. You’ve worn me out.” 

I yawned heavily, picked up my shoes and headed up the stairs, leaving the two of them chatting in that comfortable embrace. I sometimes wonder if I am really offering them the opportunity for time alone when I go to bed early like this. It is slightly erotic to imagine them together; I admit that.

“Goodnight, hon.” Jody reached up to me for a goodnight kiss, but remained in George’s lap.

“Goodnight, Jack, see you in the morning. I have to get going too,” George sighed. 

“I must be losing my allure.” Jody pouted. “Or are you two getting old?”

“Not bloody likely,” George reassured her in his best fake British accent.

“Well stay and have a nightcap with me.”

And so they had lingered in the candlelit room as I gave a tired wave from the balcony at the top of the stairs.

The dishwasher door was firmly slammed and I heard Jody padding up the stairs and into our room. Without turning on a light, she undressed. I felt her weight on the bed and then body joining me under the cover. Her soft cushiony breasts pressed against my bare back and she spooned close to me. She lay there waiting to see if I showed signs of waking, her breath hot and slightly annoying on my neck. The warmth of her naked body snuggled against my back and thighs.

“Jack?” she whispered.

I didn’t respond, remembering how soon the alarm would go off.

She lay quietly for a minute. Then I felt her hand on my hip. She snuggled closer; I felt her tummy against my ass. Her hand slipped around in front of my body, making me jump as she touched a ticklish point on my waist. Her sexily feminine hand slipped along my cock and cupped my balls in a delightful greeting. My cock began to enlarge slightly. She giggled against my neck and then began toying with my prick with long delicate fingers, pinching it into life.

“I guess that means you are awake, darling, after all.” She said, her hand continuing its erotic stroking inside my shorts now. “Were you pretending to be asleep?” she chided.

“Just dozing. Just dozing.” I said.

“I feel sorry for poor George. Don’t you? I think he stays here rather than face the problems at home.”

“I think he stays here because he likes you, sweetheart!” I reached for her round bottom and pulled her closer.

“Oh, Jack, he does not.”  She giggled, but I knew that it was a pleasant thought to her.

Her hand was stroking me slowly, from the base of my cock to the tip and then occasionally slipping her fingertips along my scrotum before returning to the path along the underside.

“George is too sweet and faithful to think like that.” She said after a silent pause.

“Ummmm-hummmm,” I said, and turned over on my back.

“Well, it’s true! I know my dear sweet George!”

Jody pulled off the covers and then yanked hard on my shorts to get them off my legs. Her lips found the tip of my cock and I slipped my hand between her legs. 

“Hmmm, seems to have got you very wet, though!” I said. “Ohhh!” I reacted to her lips closing on the sensitive groove behind the head of my cock.

She parted her legs and I slipped two fingers between soft lips and into the inviting heat of her vagina. It was creamy wet. She turned her body and straddled my face. I reached to kiss between her legs and she struggled to get low enough to help me. My lips found the curly hair of her mound first, then the softness of her pussy. Her body came to rest on mine. Jody’s big breasts flattened against me as my tongue began laving between the fleshy lips of her pussy in the same motion as her mouth was now stoking up and down my cock.

“Oh, Jack. That feels.. so.. oh.. so.. good!” 

Her creamy moisture was a pleasure to taste and I slipped my tongue into her vagina. She pressed against my mouth. I felt her gasp with pleasure around my cock. 

I squeezed her bottom and gently guided her movement in time with my tongue.

“Oh, jeeze, I want you now, Jack. Let me.. no,… just lie there.” 

She slipped a pillow under my ass and then lowered her drenched pussy toward my waiting cock. 

I felt her hand grasp me and guide it up and down her slit twice before pressing down over it. She gasped slightly as the bulbous head slipped past the taut entry. She paused, then dropped down until I was completely swallowed inside her hot tunnel.

She began to ride me slowly, her breasts dangling heavily toward me. I grasped them and began massaging; rolling circles around the succulent globes.

“You are so good with my breasts!” she said. “I’ve always said that, haven’t I? Oh! That’s it baby, squeeze them.”

Is George good with your breasts, dear?” I teased her and squeezed firmly.

“Silly! George wouldn’t do that. You better quit it or I will let him try, though.” She was thoughtful for a moment. 

“He only bumps them accidentally once in awhile.” She giggled wickedly. 

I moved the back of my hand against her nipple. “Like this, accidentally?” I said.

Jody giggled again and thrust herself firmly onto my cock. 

“Yesssss.” She said with pleasure. “Or, sometimes like this.” She took my hand and put the palm under her arm so that it just touched the side of her breast where it swelled from her torso.

“Never like this?” I cupped both breasts, lifting their weight.

“No, of course not!” Her rhythm increased. Her pubic bone slammed into mine as she fucked onto my cock. 

“Almost there, Jack, … almost …. there!” 

She shuddered and thrust harder, slipping off my cock and then urgently guiding me back into her as her orgasm broke over her. I thrust up into her, hard and fast, as my cum spurted into her.  

Jody continued slow, deliciously fluid movements of her pelvis, practically milking my cock with her snug vagina. 

She lay on top of me, her lust satisfied. I felt my cock slacken and slip, wet and soft, from the familiar warmth of her body.

Jody rolled off me. She kissed my cheek and murmured a contented “g’night.” 

Now fully awake, I lay staring into the blackness. Her sleepy breathing grew regular. I slipped my hand under her body to cup her mound, still wet with our juices. 

“Well, that was a bit of a revelation,” I thought. Not that George copping a surreptitious feel would be completely unexpected, men being men and women being women, I mean. But it was new that Jody let me know that she thought about it. More significantly, she admitted that it made her very hot sexually.

I found myself fantasizing about the close friendship the three of us shared. My mind roamed over many pleasant evenings we had spent together. It was only a small leap to imagine what those evenings might have turned into with just a tiny push. 

There had been a similar evening about six months ago, for example. Melissa was out of town and Jody had fixed dinner for George and me. We were regaling Jody with stories about a recent week-long trip to the west coast. The week had been full of entertainment and late nights.  We always had a good time on trips together and often shared those tales with Jody. 

“George made me go to a topless restaurant with him.” I told Jody, casting the blame entirely on him.

“Oh, poor baby, he twisted your arm really hard, I’ll bet.” She replied, smiling at George.

“I admit it. I cannot tell a lie. I did it!” George admitted. “It wasn’t really topless, though. Not quite.”

Jody looked at us expectantly. 

“The waitresses wore panties, bras and stockings.” I supplied the details.

“I don’t know why you guys go to places like that! Was the food any good?” Jody wanted to know.

“I don’t recall,” George said, pretending to give it deep thought. We laughed loudly at his comment.

“You are terrible.” She said. “And you are making me jealous, George. I thought you were always faithful to me.”

“Oh, I am, I am!” he reassured her. “No one compares to you, dear. These are just girls, you, my dear, are a WOMAN!” George was in fine form tonight. His compliments flowed smoothly and sincerely, too. He really could be a very charming guest. I envied his easy way with words.

“I could do that too, you know. But I concentrate on the cooking!” She went to the kitchen to check on dinner.

“Oh, don’t promise things like that. I will get so excited I can’t enjoy your wonderful meatballs.” George smiled glowingly at her as she returned with a fresh drink for him.

“Oh, you think I’m too old for that, eh?”

“Not at all. Now stop, you’ll drive me crazy with the mental image.” George replied.

“What do you think, Jack? Could I get a job in that place?” she asked.

“Hmmmm, well, I don’t know….” I teased by lingering to think about it.

“I don’t think I could ever do it, though, it’s just a fantasy.” she continued.

“Well you could practice among friends first..” I grinned at George. He didn’t respond, but looked away with a small grin.

“You..  Would you like that? Shall I?” She sounded tempted. “Maybe I could do that! What do you think?” She waited for our response, her face reddening, her lips bitten between tense lips.

“What do you think, George?” I taunted him.

George just grinned, quietly staring out the window.

“George, are we embarrassing you?” she asked, laughingly.

“No, no, not at all. I just.. I just.. Well, no comment!” George’s face reddened.

Jody looked at me, a questioning look on her face. I could see the wheels turning in her mind. She was half tempted.

I decided to nudge her. 

“Well, it would liven up the dinner..” I said with a grin.

She pulled her blouse away from her chest and looked down. “I do have a pretty bra on,” she said. We all laughed, but I was starting to get a view in my mind of her in that pretty bra. I think that George was too.

We continued our easy banter as the odors of dinner grew invitingly from the kitchen. Jody went to check the dinner once more and was gone for several minutes.

“OK, my two handsome dears, dinner is served. Jack, pour the wine, please.” I was pouring a nice Cabernet into large crystal goblets and George was continuing a story. He stopped in mid-sentence, his mouth still open. I turned to find Jody leaning seductively in the doorway. She was wearing a long fluffy terrycloth bathrobe cinched tightly by the belt at her waist. She wore a smile mixed with equal parts of mischief and tentativeness. I could see by her posture that she had changed into high heels and stockings, as well.

“You didn’t think I would do it, did you?”

“You haven’t.” I said with a grin. “Yet.”

“I need a little encouragement, she giggled self-consciously. Maybe it’s not a good idea?” Second thoughts were creeping into her eyes.

“I’m dying to see what you look like under there. I don’t know about George.”

George looked longingly at her. She looked at George. Their mutual admiration society was in full swing.  He nodded slowly.

“I think in my restaurant, the clients have to do it too..,” she said, recovering her bravado.  “It’s only fair. So.. get dressed for dinner, boys, I’m hungry for hairy chests tonight.” She disappeared into the kitchen.

George looked at me questioningly. I opened my eyes wide and shrugged my shoulders. Slowly, I began unbuttoning my shirt. I nodded at him. 

“I don’t think she’s kidding, better get your clothes off, Pal.”

George rose slowly and began unbuttoning his shirt, suddenly not so sure of himself. 

“You sure?” his brow wrinkled, but I could sense the eagerness he was trying to hide.

“Yes. This could be.. interesting.” I said.

“Everything,” he said.

“Shorts,” I replied.

George is a bigger man than I am. We both have a lot of hair on our chests. I noticed that George had a bulge in his jockey shorts where his hands were crossed in front of him.

“Well, if she likes hairy chests, she came to the right place, eh?” I said. 

Jody came in carrying a steaming platter. 

“Wow, this is going to be neat. Look at those hairy chests. I see why you go to those places, now. It’s exciting.” She laughed. “What more could I ask for than two handsome dinner companions? And I have them all to myself. Not shared in a crowded restaurant.”

I saw her eyes flick downward to the bulge in George’s shorts and then to me. Her face reddened a little more. But, she was beaming with excitement, too.

“Sit down gentlemen. Have we got everything?” Her eyes scanned the table. “Oops, the asparagus, forgot the asparagus.”

When she returned, I thought that she would have lost the robe. I was disappointed to find her still wearing it as she put the hot dish on the table.

“Didn’t you forget something? They didn’t wear robes in the restaurant.” I voiced my disappointment.

“You didn’t really think I could do it, did you? But I got you both out of YOUR clothes. I love it. You two look so sexy. I’m really going to enjoy this.”

We both groaned and complained loudly as she sat laughing at us. We had been completely duped. But, we continued the meal, the two of us nearly naked and Jody holding court. She would get up and serve seconds and pour more wines, her body exuding temptation, her perfume heady in our nostrils. We were able to laugh good naturedly at being so completely taken in. And even in the bathrobe, Jody was delightfully sexy.

She stood pouring wine into George’s goblet and let her free hand slip around his shoulder and down into the hair of his chest. George looked heavenward for strength.

“I love hairy men!” Jody said leaning her hip against him and waited for his arm to circle her hips. She stood teasing his nipple as she very slowly poured the wine. It was a very sensual sight. I craned my neck to see how George’s bulging cock was responding. It stood nearly straight up against the restraint of his shorts. Jody had noticed too, and glanced quickly at me, her eyes widening as she mimed astonishment at his erection.

It was my turn. I could feel my nipples bristle as her hands stroked my chest and then pinched one nipple as she poured. 

“Mmmm, another lovely chest.” She purred. I slipped my arm around her hip and realized just how sexy it had been for George. My forearm explored the joy of her bottom through the robe. My cock jumped with excitement, even though it was my own wife. She leaned lower and kissed my head, her hand finding my hardness and caressing it gently.

“The guy who’s paying the bill always gets a little extra attention! It’s not fair, but that’s the way of the world.” George pretended to pout at the waitress fondling me.

“Oh, George. I shouldn’t be unfair, should I? Should I?” She said, looking into my eyes for permission. I smiled agreement into her eyes and her lips pressed easily against mine her tongue slipping sinuously between my lips.

She returned to George’s side and let her fingers fondle the curly hair of his chest once again. I watched as my beautiful wife's fingers slipped down the centerline of hair over the slight bulge of his stomach. And then, as time seemed to stand still for a moment, she touched the head of his cock. Here fingers sampled the feel of it, and then withdrew slowly, almost reluctantly. She immediately went back to her seat at the head of the table, a look of triumph on her face. George looked partly shocked, and thoroughly delighted.

“You are wonderful, Jody.” That was all he could say. “Wonderful, and gorgeous.”

“Thank you, kind sir. So are you!”

“Now in all fairness, dear, don’t you feel a little sheepish tricking us like this?” I said.

“What ever do you mean?” she pretended shock, looking innocent-eyed at me. It’s the same as your restaurant adventure, isn’t it? Just in reverse?”

“You got me.” I muttered. “But still, it would only be fair if you had the same costume as the waitresses.” 

“We might never feel the need to go back there again, you know.” George added, wistfully.

“Hmmm, well, maybe for dessert.” She said coquettishly. “Does anyone want dessert, by the way?”

“YES!” Our reply was immediate and emphatic. We looked at our beautiful hostess expectantly.

Jody took a deep breath, looking from one to the other. Slowly, she loosened the belt at her waist. The robe gapped open slightly. Her lacy white bra came into view, the cups emphasizing the valley inviting our gaze. George and I stared longingly at her lovely breasts round and lush between the collars of the robe. She seemed to bask in our attention as she leaned forward to rise from the table. Her breasts looked soft and velvet soft in the candlelight. 

She returned with bowls for strawberry shortcake. 

“The shortcake is Melissa’s recipe.” She said. “Jack’s favorite.” 

Our eyes didn’t leave the loosened folds of the robe as she ladled the strawberries over our shortcake. The movement opened the gap still more and we could see the French cut bra with shoulder straps down to the side of the cups, leaving her breasts wonderfully viewable, as if on a stage. She was breathtaking.

“What’s the matter? You’ve gotten awfully quiet.” She was enjoying our obvious excitement at the sight of her breasts.

George and I exchanged a glance, then returned to our slavish fascination with the beautiful sight she was allowing us. We nearly devoured her with ogling attention. Neither said anything for a while.

“You really are beautiful, Jody.” George said.

“Yeah, honey, you really are..” I muttered, my mouth dry.

She sat in regal splendor, thrusting her chest slightly forward. The scene borrowed from the dinner scene in the old movie “Tom Jones”. Jody took one berry from her spoon. She savored it between her lips and looking into George’s eyes, then seductively sucked it slowly into her mouth. Her lips were bright red and she held them pursed at him as she rolled the berry around in her mouth savoring its ripe flavour. She turned toward me and repeated the sexy gesture.

“Mmmmfh,”George said, almost whimpering with pleasure. We glanced at each other, and then returned our eyes to our hostess.

“This is sooo much nicer.” He said. “Better than the restaurant, I mean.”

Jody looked quite pleased with herself.

“More..” I urged plaintively.

Jody reached for the strawberries.

“No,.. I mean,.. more!” I said. George and I looked like puppy-dogs drooling at her throne.


Strawberries For Dessert Ch. 01



She bit her lip and stared from one to the other. She took a deep breath and shrugged her shoulders. The robe slipped down her arms. She looked beautiful as she struggled to get her arms out, and lovely as she put her elbows on the table framing the brim-full cups of her bra and sipped her wine. The candlelight cast a ruby highlight through the half full glass onto the space between her gorgeous mounds. She had never looked lovelier.

George gulped his wine. I re-filled his glass.

“This is,.. lovely, isn’t it?” He said quietly. 

“That is so sweet of you, George. You always know the right thing to say! And, I think so too. Lovely.”

“Here’s to you, kid!” I intoned, mocking Humphrey Bogart.

“Aren’t toasts supposed to be made standing up?” she said, teasingly.

George and I looked at each other and then, slowly, a bit unsurely, rose and faced our darling, sexy hostess. We raised our glasses. 

“To beauty. To Jody!” he said.

“Hear, hear,” I said.

Jody’s eyes moved without embarrassment, from one jutting pouch to the other. She smiled and slowly looked up to us, holding her glass high.

“How about brandy for a nightcap?” I said. “Would you get the glasses, dear?” I suggested. 

She thought a moment, struggling with the decision to let us see the rest of her. 

“In the living room, then?” she said. 

George and I returned to the marble-top table and sat waited self-consciously in our still-jutting underwear.

I saw George’s eyes light as he stopped in mid-sentence, and stared mutely over my shoulder. I turned to see a vision of loveliness standing with a serving tray and a bottle of Cognac. She paused for effect, pointing one toe in the fifth ballet position, like a model. 

Jody was wearing very sheer pantyhose. But over the pantyhose, a white garter belt and long dark brown stockings contrasted sharply against her skin. Her panties had loose, flared legs and were a wisp of see-though nylon with a lace pattern suggestively enhancing her curves. She turned slowly before us and walked into the dining room to add brandy glasses to her tray.

George and I swiveled our chairs and sat silently admiring the curve of her bottom, as she opened the hutch and found three brandy snifters. Her stockings had long seams, perfectly straight up the back of her lovely legs.

She returned to the table and then crossed one long beautiful leg over the other. The light glinted off the nylons as she dangled the high heeled pump from her toe. George and I were dry-throated and silent. I poured the Cognac and handed one to each of them.

Jody clinked her glass against George’s, smiled into his eyes and turned to me. She caught me staring at the dark patch just visible under the panties. She touched her glass to mine and then we brought the three glasses together.

“To friends!” she smiled. 

That was as far as the episode had gone. It had left all three of us breathless with pleasure and sexual arousal. After George had gone and we were alone in bed, our sex had been extraordinarily exciting and vigorous.

Returning to the present, I continued my thoughts, staring into the darkness. The hall clock struck three.

“Would Jody actually consider a threesome?” I mused. I took Jody’s hand and, placing it flat on the bed I rolled so that her hand held my cock as she slept on. My hand caressed her breast as I joined her in a deep and restful sleep.

To be continued ….



Strawberries For Dessert Ch. 02



Episode 2: Melissa

I love crystal glasses. The sound of crisp clear ice cubes ringing into a tall, heavy-bottomed cut-glass tumbler is as sensuous as nylon-covered legs whispering against each other. The feeling is rendered even more delightful on a sunny Saturday afternoon fresh from a round of golf.

The pristine sound of ice dropping into a glass on this particular afternoon was overwhelmed by a staccato of conflicting sounds. Garage door opening, car driving in, garage door going down, all heard through a door swung wide and banged against the stop. Then my wife Jody, high heels clicking across hardwood floors and rustling two arms full of grocery sacks onto the counter further disturbed the quiet scene.

"Jack! Jack! Where are you, Jack?"

"Who, me?" I peered cautiously around the doorjamb. Jody bore down on me.

"Get ready, get ready." She said excitedly. 

"I have news for you, old boy. I'll have one of those too, if you please! Bring it in the sun room, while I get the mess picked up."

"What... what's up?" I said. I wasn't sure I wanted to know the answer to that. Sounded like something was going to interfere with my plans for a leisurely close of the day. Looking suitably serious, I followed the whirlwind into the sunroom with two cut glass beauties.

Jody had been stuffing things into shelves and cupboards and tidying up in general. She took her glass from me and sat down on a hassock. She was still tense, and continued sorting a pile of magazines while she talked.

"I ran into Melissa!" She said. She took a long sip of the whiskey, and looked at me over the rim of the glass.

"Yes. How is she?"

"Not bad, really. In fact, pretty upbeat. She's coming to dinner. She wants to TALK to us!"

"When?"

"Tonight! In about two hours. Hope you're upbeat for it. I think it will not be good news."

"Oh?"

Jody sighed, "Yes, she wants to thank us for taking care of George the past few months."

"Ohmigod, what the hell does that mean?" 

Normally I would be delighted to see my best friend's gorgeous wife, but under the circumstances, it could be traumatic. Over the years, Melissa has had her ups and downs. She struggled with periods of depression and other problems. During good times and bad, we have been steadfast friends. That is fine from one standpoint, but the down times have been fairly stressful. So when Melissa is coming to visit after several weeks of absence, it justifies a little concerned thought and mental preparation.

"Let's see, George is not home, right?" I offered.

"Right. Anyway, she said she needs to talk to us. You know that George says there is someone else. Right? Well, I think she may be going to spring it on us tonight."

"Hmmm... think so?"

She nodded, biting her lip and looking thoughtful. 

"What did she say about George?"

"Not much, just that it was wonderful that he has such good friends as you and me. I think she was preparing me for bad news, don't you? I invited her for dinner tonight. I couldn't just let that sit there, could I?"

"Well, the only reason to talk to us is if they are splitting up. Too bad. I feel sorry for George," I said.

"Yes, poor, dear George. I know he doesn't want that. He didn't say much the other night, but I could tell he was worried."

"I'll go get some steaks and we can grill. OK?" 

"I dearly love Melissa, but, the question is, am I up to the trauma of one of her 'full disclosure' sessions? You know what I mean?" Jody looked heavenward, then settled on me.

I laughed sardonically. "My sentiments exactly. When Melissa at last decides to unburden on you, it is a straightforward avalanche. Still, she needs someone to get things off her chest with. I'm glad we can do that... I guess."

"Yes. Well, you sure know exactly what she is thinking about, with all the gory details."

I grinned at her, recalling conversations in which Melissa had lead us through very detailed thoughts about her sex life with George. 

"Remember the time..." I started. 

"Yes! You horny sod! Yes!" she said, smiling in spite of herself. We once were treated to a very pleasurable sex marathon after warming up on an evening of Melissa's pungent descriptions of sexual likes and dislikes. 

"OK, OK, I'm going. You can't blame me for trying to lead you down that path once more, can you?" I squeezed one of Jody's buns, feeling the skirt slide over silky panties. "I'm going!"

I like to shop for steaks at a little old-fashioned meat market on a back street nearby. Gino is a great guy who has been in business at the same location for years. His father was there before him. They actually still have sawdust on the floor instead of today's sterile tiled environment. The only change has been the addition of a selection of wines along one wall, sparsely decorated with some fake vines.

"Eh..., Goombah! What's happening?" his normal greeting is part of the charm of the place. 

"Hi Gino. I need some really wonderful steaks, tonight, special company coming. Two women, I may need my strength!"

"Sure, OK, your special cut?"

"Well, maybe not quite so thick on two of them."

"Hey, I like 'thick.' Or aren't you shopping for me?" I recognized Melissa and turned to find her standing close behind me. 

"Melissa! As a matter of fact, I am. Make them all thick, Gino. Gad, you caught me economizing, eh?"

"I always wanted to share something thick with you, you sexy devil," she whispered as she gave me a chaste little kiss. She put her hand on my forearm and I felt her breast brush my hairy arm as she stood on tiptoes to offer her lips. 

"God, but I love grocery shopping," I said, leering slightly.

"I was just buying a bottle of wine to surprise you with. I'm looking forward to tonight! "She held my hand as we stood looking at each other.

"So are we, sweetheart, it's been a while since we broke bread with you."

I quickly scanned her from head to foot. Pretty and perfect summer dress, stockings as usual, slim hips with nicely rounded bottom, and breasts just right for her petite frame. Melissa is a dish! 

"God, but you look gorgeous, you know that?" I flirted shamelessly.

"Oh, Jack, it's good for me to be around you. You make me feel so good about myself! She giggled. "You're not bad yourself, big boy."

"You don't really have to dress for dinner, you know. But on the other hand, I love looking at you as you are!"

"OK, Jack, just for you!" she smiled and waved goodbye.

I stared after her, my eye finding the panty line curving over her pert bottom. 

"Hey, hey! Careful with your thoughts! I do business with your wife too!" Gino counseled with a laugh. "Here you are, three wonderful steaks; buon appetito, Jack!'

By the time I got home, Jody had changed clothes, looking lovely in a brightly colored dress and high heels. Everything was ready for dinner, the table set, fresh candles ready, and the grill uncovered on the patio.

"Wow, look at you. What's the occasion? Everyone is dressed to the nines except for me?"

"You know what a fashion plate Melissa is! I just refuse to feel frumpy by comparison." She laughed at my ogling expression. "Besides, I resent your implication that I'm a slob! I do dress once in awhile!" 

She feigned a hurt expression and gave me a peck on the cheek. I slipped a hand onto the swell of her hip and then moved to her bottom, but she fended me off.

"I saw Melissa, too. She seemed fine. Maybe this is just an ordinary social call?" I said hopefully. "Maybe we are over-thinking this?"

"What was your mother's expression? 'Wish in one hand, spit in the other?' I'm afraid not. I still say it's bad news. Sorry!"

Dinner was fun, just three old friends reminiscing about good times. I began thinking that Melissa had decided against unloading her burden, whatever it was.

"The wine was perfect, Melissa. Thanks for bringing it." We sipped a little more of the La Volta from the Ornelaii Vineyard, admiring the rich, deep red color and the full bodied flavor.

"You're welcome, Jack. We've shared a few nice wines, haven't we? And you've both been lovely and supportive to my trials and tribulations. I'm really grateful, for your friendship; you know that, don't you."

"Yes, of course. We wouldn't have it any other way. It's been great!" I reassured her.

Melissa took a deep breath. It was a sure sign of a storm on the horizon. We both stared at her expectantly. The burned-down candles cast looming shadows on the walls.

"That's why... that's why I need to talk to you just now. I have been well aware of how supportive you have been of George for the past few months. I don't know how much he has told you... about... the issues we have struggled with…" She looked from one to the other expectantly.

"Only that you were going through something personal..." I offered.

"George seems to feel there might be someone else. He didn't say it in so many words, but..." Jody stopped, not sure how much to say.

"Oh, good, that's helpful. I knew he probably wouldn't talk much. And that's where I should begin. Please remember, I still care for George. I know how you... how both of you... feel about him. I know you love him as I do. And that's the problem. I love George like you do, but... the fact is I LOVE someone... someone else." She waited, letting the words seep in.

Even if we knew it beforehand, it was still a shock now to have it affirmed. We both looked at our plates.

"Please, please, say something." she pleaded.

"Oh, Melissa, we are just so sorry to hear it. After all these years; are you really sure? Is it really at an end? Jody had tears in her eyes and her voice. She reached across the table and took Melissa's hand.

"I realize it's a shock, and I'm sorry. But I have given it months of thought, months of sleepless nights, nights of long conversations with George. At last, at long last, yes, I am sure. It is such a total joy, I can hardly express it. I have simply fallen completely in love with someone else."

"How... how did it all come about?" I asked. "I mean, if you want to tell us."

"Yes, I really need to talk. It happened a year ago. Remember when I took the scholarship for four months at Oxford? Well, it was there. Just at the end of my stay. A friend offered to lend me her London apartment which was standing empty. And so I decided to finish with two week's stay in London. It was nice to have a chance to re-visit the Tate, do some shopping, you know how I love London." 

"Well it all started quietly enough. I was happily ensconced in this lovely apartment in Mayfair. And suddenly, rather miraculously, I had someone to share it with as well. It all simply fell together out of a clear blue shy. We both loved art, we both loved shopping, and we both loved just having a walk hand in hand through the park. I got happily reacquainted with Hyde Park orators, and Sunday breakfast at the Savoy, all the things I love. We just did the whole town together." 

"And we sort of just fell completely in love. There was no way back, I'm afraid."

"A Brit? What is his name, then?" I asked, trying to let the conversation continue.

"Ellen." She said, smiling.

"Sorry, Elling?" I asked. "Elling who? He must have a last name, too." 

Jody looked stunned, though I did not yet grasp the reason why.

Melissa smiled softly and tilted her head.

"Ellen, dear Jack, E-L-L-E-N. I hope that you can accept that?"

You could have cut the silence with the bread knife that had just dropped from my hand. 

"Ellen? Ellen? Really?" I stammered.

"Yes." She said simply, her smile beaming with the relief of one who has just got a huge weight off her shoulders.

"No, kidding. Now that IS a revelation. Tell me more." I mumbled. 

"I never would have guessed that, Melissa. Jody began "How can you be so sure? I mean, after all these years. And Jennifer, how is Jennifer handling this?"

"Jennifer was home last week. I think she is coping rather well, really."

"And George?" I asked. "How about George?"

"We have talked long and hard, Jack. He is handling it as well as you might expect. I won't say it has been easy, of course. But, George is a worldly and loving person, that's why we all love him. I think it is just as difficult as if it were a man, but not much worse. Actually, maybe it's a little easier, if you think about it." 

" Melissa, this is really something. I'm sorry, but I really want to understand more. I am trying to imagine... trying to imagine myself, in a similar..." Jody looked off into the distance, eyes, slightly glazed with wonder. "It's not that I haven't had some thoughts from time to time, but, it has always seemed, well, almost impossible to imagine what it would be... like." She looked at Melissa hopefully.

"Ellen is a delight. I'm sure you will like her, too. Both of you. She is full of life, smart, beautiful, exciting, enchanting. Enchanting, that's the word. I think I loved her on first sight, really. I mean, immediately. 

"You see, Ellen is the daughter of the friend who loaned the apartment. She came home rather by surprise, thinking the apartment was free. I was glad to have some company of course and so we began getting acquainted and finding how much we liked the same things. And then after a couple days together, I think it was the third day, we had just returned from a day of shopping and laughing together, really enjoying the sights and sounds of London , a day of being… together." 

'We were sitting on two couches, facing each other across a glass coffee table; our shoes off, our feet up, relaxing. There was a fire glowing in the fireplace to fight the London damp. We had a glass of brandy. Ellen leaned across the table with that beautiful lithe figure of hers. Her boat neck blouse hung far from her chest. I found myself staring at her beautiful, pert little breasts with those sturdy nipples. That's how it started. I was stunned. And, I was shocked at the feeling that coursed through my body, like a lightning strike."

"Dare I go on? Or have I sufficiently shocked you?"

"Please, do go on. You seem so certain." I said.

Melissa was excited. Her words burbled out like a brook hurrying down a mountain side. "She caught me staring at her and smiled. It was the most engaging, open smile I had ever seen. I settled myself down as much as possible, but it had excited me, no question. My thoughts were tangled a bit, as you can imagine."

"My god, Melissa, yes... I would have been scared to death." Jody chimed in.

"Yes, and so was I. But, as we continued our conversation, I was overcome with a feeling of complete calm. The brandy felt warm in my stomach, and Ellen's bubbly conversation charmed me. I felt suddenly whole. It's the only way to explain it. The next time she poured, she held the position for longer, giving me a thrilling, long look at her elegant little breasts. I don't remember ever looking at another woman in that way, ever! I could feel the excitement seeping warm and thrillingly lower from my tummy. Is that corny? Or am I going to far, telling this?

"Don't stop, Melissa, don't stop, please. We want to understand," Jody said.

"Anyway, there she was, her lovely breasts looking perfect. She stopped pouring and her big brown eyes looked into mine. Her nipples were very prominent now, and I realized that her excitement had something to do with me! I told myself to stop looking so lustfully at the young girl, she is just a few years older than Jennifer, by the way. So that's something to think about too. Slowly, she settled back in her seat. We looked into each other's eyes. Suddenly we were both comfortable holding each other's gaze. I knew then, that something was going to happen, something sexual. Honestly, I could never have imagined that until that very moment. But I found it perfectly natural."

"My god. Sorry, I'm repeating myself." Jody said, still looking stunned. "My god, did it? Seem natural, I mean?"

"Well... Jack, is this OK with you? Should I tell you what happened?" Melissa said turning and looking at me.

I nodded, slack mouthed. I realized that her story so far, had aroused me. My cock lay along my leg, not hard, but firmly indicating interest.

Melissa resumed her story. "Well, my surprises were to continue. As she sat back on the couch, Ellen pulled her feet up under her. I could actually see her panties with the soft bulge of her... well you get the idea. The shock was that suddenly... suddenly..." she paused and cleared her throat. Jody leaned forward on her elbow. "Suddenly, Jody, I knew that what I wanted most at that moment, was to see her pussy. I mean, to really see it."

Jody's chin slipped off her hand. She put her hand to her face and smiled a smile of complete surprise. 

"Only you, Melissa, could tell this story." She laughed. "And make it so utterly beautiful," she finished.

"Really, I was so completely surprised, I can't tell you. Once again Ellen saw my eyes on her. She made no move to cover up, she just continued our conversation. I suppose by auto-suggestion, I pulled my legs up under me too. Ellen is so animated in conversation, she was soon even more exposed to my probing eyes. Like a little girl at story time she sat yoga style, her skirt stretched from knee to knee. For a time, I could see her yellow panties and a little of her tummy above her mound. She was a delight. I was really getting terribly excited."

"And then Ellen got up and moved to the other end of my couch and, facing me, she resumed the same position. She touched my knee as she told me some exciting tale and her touch was electric. That's when I realized how deeply in love I was. Suddenly, she stopped and looked into my eyes. 'can I ask you something, Melissa?' I, of course, nodded agreement. 

"I am just dying to see your breasts. I mean, you are so beautiful. I hope this doesn't shock you, but I would just love it. Would you... show me your breasts, Melissa?'"

Jody sipped her wine and stared over the rim at Melissa. She bit her lips and opened her eyes very wide.

"And...?"

"Well, I was surprised, not to say shocked, of course. But her eyes just held mine, and suddenly I found my self slowly lifting my blouse out of my skirt and there I was, sitting in my bra. I must surely have looked dazed. Ellen reached forward and opened the clasp. I shrugged my bra off and looked down to find my nipples erect and bright pink. Ellen looked at me like no one has ever looked at me before. Her eyes were just full of love. 'Just as I thought, beautiful!' she said. Her hand reached forward, and she looked at me for permission. I guess I nodded, I don't know. Her fingers touched me and traced the underside of my breast. It was the single most erotic moment of my life!"

"I was completely smitten, and stared at her fascination with my breasts. She just traced her finger around, exploring me, making love to me, really. Imagine! My nipples were just aching with desire. She looked up into my eyes once more, and then grasped her own blouse up over her head and dropped it on the table. I turned and sat cross-legged like her, my skirt slipped high into my lap and there we sat, sipping our brandy and drinking each other's eyes. It was wonderful, just lovely, Jack, though I know you can't imagine it. And then I reached out for her, touched her nipple, loving the wrinkles of it, and the way it stuck so hard and rigid as I pressed it to one side. They were just so beautiful; I was dissolved into a pool of emotion. Can you imagine it, two women, touching each others breasts so lightly with one hand and sipping brandy from huge snifters with the other?"

You could have heard a pin drop. Our Grandfather clock sounded loud, ticking in the corner under the flickering candlelight.

"Actually, I had a tiny orgasm, sitting like that, having my breast fondled by the woman I love. It was incredible! I was getting more confident, too. I couldn't help but say to her, "Dear Ellen, this is so very lovely, that now I have a request of you. I found it hard to speak, afraid of saying what I so much wanted to say. 'Yes, what is it?' she said. "I... I would love to see you, to see the rest of you. You are so very beautiful, I just can't help it . 'I know," she said, "me too. She sat upright and slipped her yellow panties down those long legs. I was shocked. She was shaved bare. She was pretty there, too. 'Can I see you , too?' she said in that sweet voice. And so, there we were, facing each other again, feasting our eyes on each other. I felt a little unkempt, really, since I have never shaved there!" Melissa giggled, a little self-consciously.




Strawberries For Dessert Ch. 02



"And now? Are you bald too?" Jody asked. "Sorry I couldn't resist asking!" she laughed, breaking the rapt silence. We all laughed and some of the sexual tension subsided. I sat back in my chair for the first time since her story began.

Melissa wasn't quite finished with her tale. She continued: "And then we decided it was late and we each went off to our rooms. I was lying there thinking about the remarkable feelings I was having. I worried that I had just become a dirty old man, so to speak. Lying in the dark, a little smile of pleasure kept creeping back across my lips no matter how I tried to stop. But then, I heard the door creaked open, and I sensed Ellen slipping into my room. I suddenly realized that I had lain all the way to one side on the single bed. It was as if I had had a preconceived notion that she would come and slip beneath the covers with me. That was it! 

"But it has taken all this year struggling with myself. And now at last, I am relieved to have it settled. In spite of all the reasons I can give myself to leave things as they are, I have to give myself this chance. Maybe it won't work out, maybe I'm crazy, but I cannot not try it. Do I make any sense at all to you?"

There was a pregnant pause, as we groped to find words.

"Melissa, we can't judge. We love you, we love George; we would do anything to keep you together. But... you sound so completely convinced, so completely happy, what could we offer in the face of your sureness in your decision. We wish you the best. Don't leave us out of your life." Jody looked at me for help.

"Right! Yes, by all means," was the best I could muster. I felt drained.

We said our farewells, and silently cleaned up the kitchen. I followed Jody up the stairs, my hands on her hips, feeling her sway under my hands. The erotic aura cast by Melissa's story was still surrounding us like a warm cocoon. We undressed each other, fondling as we went; kissing each exposed body part until at last we stood holding each other in the dark. We slipped together under the covers and I immediately rolled between Jody's welcoming legs and felt her hand between us guiding me. She pressed the head of my cock along her moist lips and then slowly, surely, deftly, slipped the head of my cock into her warm snug.

We were moving slowly, loving each other with our pelvis' and Jody whispered in my ear: "Darling, how much do you love me?"

I pulled back to look at her. "What on earth do you mean, dear? I love you ... totally, totally."

"Well," she began, " was just wondering if you love me enough to do something for me?"

She tilted her pelvis a little more, snuggling me deeper. 

"Anything." I murmured, "Just do that some more." 

She giggled. "I mean it. There's something I want."

"Anything." I said, more seriously.

"Listen, I was fascinated with Melissa's story. – Oh, darling..., that feels so... so good." She sighed.

"The problem is, I'll never get to feel what she felt," she continued. "I mean, I just couldn't, I couldn't possibly ever make love to another woman." She paused silently. 

I waited while we continued our gentle thrusting motions. My god she felt wonderful. My cock was very hard, her pussy very soft.

"So, would you consider. OH, yes. Mmmmm, more of that…. Would you consider, I mean if I got the right size. Oh, that's it. Oh, darling. Mmmm, nice. Would you mind shaving the hair off your chest just one time?"

I laughed and continued fucking into her, loving her, fondling her. "Sure, but how will I explain it at the club?"

"And would you shave your legs?"

"Are you kidding?" I stopped stroking into her for a moment. I wasn't sure I had heard right.

"Well if you did that... and you wore panty hose... and panties... and it was dark, I could get at least some idea of what it feels like to be make love to another woman."

We continued our gentle thrusting while my mind tried to understand this strange request.

To be continued...



Strawberries For Dessert Ch. 03



This Chapter dedicated to Jackie, who made some very suggestions that made the chapter better.

Episode 3: Recovery

Melissa's flight for London left just two days after she had dinner with us. For three weeks, George was in a bit of a quiet mood, licking his wounds. He would promise to come for dinner but then cancel at the last minute, claiming that something had come up. I knew that Melissa's departure had knocked the wind out of his sails, but it was beginning to affect his work now. I needed to do something to get him out of his self-critical, blue mood.

"George, I got to tell you, if you don't come home with me for dinner tonight, Jody is going to divorce me! I cannot take no for an answer any longer!" 

I was only exaggerated by a tiny bit. Melissa had left to take up her life in England with Ellen, and since then George had declined all my invitations to follow me home for the flirtatious dinners he normally loved so much. Jody was really concerned about him and missed the kind banter with one of her best friends.

"Give Jack a Manhattan, Marge" George leaned against the wall at the end of the bar. Marge's Piano Bar is our favorite after work watering hole. We have spent many lovely hours flirting with Marge over the years.

"No, no, Marge, just give me a Michelob! How are you, gorgeous?"

Marge leaned deep into the cooler to retrieve a long neck for me and I stole a long look into her inviting cleavage. George gave me a friendly, knowing grin, acknowledging my reason for asking for the beer.

"He's looking down your blouse again, Marge!"

"Oh, I know, George, I am just glad that he is the only one of you who does that!" she smiled and took the money from George's wet stack of bills.

I slumped over my barstool and took a long draft of the cool beer. 

"I really appreciate the invitation, buddy. I've just been busy. You know how it is."

"Bullshit, my friend. You know how Jody feels about you. She is really upset that you haven't been over since 'you-know-who' left town. You can't leave such a friend hanging, you know. Besides, if you don't show up soon, she is going to come get your sorry ass! And then I'll probably kill MY best friend in a jealous goddam rage. Now where is that going to get us? I'll end up in the slammer, the wronged husband. Do you want that on your conscience?"

"How is your beautiful bride? Tell her that I love her too, will you? God, you are a lucky bastard. But do you appreciate that? Noooooo!"

"Yeah, I do!" I grinned, "just can't let her know it too much or she gets snippy."

"Besides, I don't want to be a burden. I know Jody, she is going to melt all over me with sympathy, then I'll get all morose and sorry for myself. Then I'll let her carry on over -- as you so eloquently put it, my sorry ass. And then I will feel sad because I can't have Jody and go home to my lonely house and shoot myself! Now how do you like having that on your conscience?" 

The phone rang and Marge eyed us. 

"That sounds like a wife's ring. Are any of us here, or did we just leave?

She grinned and went to the other end of the bar to answer it.

"Well, I promised I'd talk you into it. George, we both miss you. Honest! I'll throw you out when we are tired of you."

Marge looked at me meaningfully and dangled the phone in my direction. 

"OK, I'm going to tell her that I'm bring you for dinner! She's been planning on it." I said, retreating toward the phone.

I put the phone to my ear and looked at George in the smoky gloom of the bar and nodded to him.. 

"Yes, dear, I will. Yes, I told him that! I will. Yes, dear. O.K. Milk and bread. Right. Yes, I wrote it down." I hung up, stopped at the men's room and then rejoined George

"You're on, pal. Are you still good for a Manhattan? Then we have to go!"

"Jack! Oh, hell, O.K., might as well face the music. It's delightful to have a beautiful woman want you! Who am I to disappoint her?" George ruminated.

"Good, remind me about the milk and bread, eh?"

After a couple more drinks, the phone rang once more. Marge looked at me questioningly. 

"Just left!" I called out.

"Come on buddy, we got a date!" I said, and tugged at George's sleeve. 

We were in a happy mood as we opened the front door and found Jody smiling up at us. Her arms were around George immediately. I slipped past and left them standing in their bear hug. Jody was starting already on her intention of healing her big bear of a friend.

"OK, George, I am going to get all the tears out of the way and then it will be behind us. I am so sorry about Melissa, I truly am. But, you still have me. I adore you, still and forever." 

Jody's feet were off the floor as George continued their embrace. Their lips munched on each other theatrically to tease me and then he slowly lowered her to the floor. I watched out of the corner of my eye as her skirt pulled half way up her thighs in front and then dropped into place.

"I know, sweetheart. I feel the same way about you. How can we get rid of the anchor you're married to?"

"Hey, hey, watch the compliments!" I said as I lighted the grill. The grill lid slammed shut with a bang.

"Jack, pull the loveseat up to the table. I'm going to nurse George back into the world tonight. I can't stand to be all the way across the table!" 

I moved the chair and pulled up the loveseat so both of them could sit together, Jody snuggled up to George.

"George, how can I help? Do you need any help? I'm a good shopper. I don't do windows, but I can do light housekeeping in exchange for sex. Whadaya say?"

"Honey, you are on! God, am I glad I came over tonight. This is the most wonderful offer I ever had. Melissa was a slob!"

Jody punched him and then her hand held lovingly onto his muscular bicep. 

"Liar! She was a good housekeeper! I can't let you say that about her. Anything else, but not that!" she laughed. 

Jody snuggled closer and kept pumping him up with confidence-building compliments. As I served more wine, I couldn't help noticing that her leg was pressed tightly against his. She had her arm looped under his and George was pressing it close against his side. I was pleased that Jody could have such a cheering affect on George. By dessert time, he was sounding more like his old self.

"George, are you going to be a dear and help me with dishes tonight? I think a man in an apron is sexy, you know." Jody got up and started gathering the plates.

"I'd love too, anyone who cooks like that and is gorgeous, too, can dress me anyway she wants."

Jody came back with an apron and began wrapping it around George while I went for the brandy. I left them giggling with each other as Jody tried to reach all the way around George and tie the apron on. There was a lot of the usual teasing between the two of them. 

"George, quit that! You know I get excited when your tummy jiggles!" Jody was laughing and snuggling closer as I came back into the room. They continued the good-humored flirting as the did the dishes by hand. 

"Is the dishwasher broken?" I asked.

"No, sweetheart, I just think it is erotic to do dishes with someone you adore! I wish I could get you to do this every night. George is really a sensual dryer, and he hasn't broken a plate or bruised my bottom with his pinching either." 

George and I sat in the living room and I poured brandy for all while Jody finished up. 

"George, I'm sleepy, will you read to me if I curl up in your lap?" Jody asked, a little girl note in her voice. 

"OK with me if your husband gives his permission," he said archly. 

And so, she slipped out of her shoes and sat on his lap while he read one of Kiplings "Just So Stories." He made us all laugh by mimicking of the various animals voices. True to her word, Jody looped her arm around George's neck and tucked her head onto his chest. It was a very pretty picture really, Jody's pretty legs and the dark top of her stocking peeking from her skirt. I decided to leave them on their own and went upstairs.

"One more story, George! I need one more story before I sleep! Goodnight, dear. I'm so glad you brought George home tonight! Hasn't it been nice, being all together again.?"

"Jack would you put on some music for us?" I dropped in a CD with some of the old Torch Singers and left it playing softly.

"Oh, that is so great. First, George, you big sweet old bear, you have to dance with me. This is my favorite dance music."

"My pleasure!" George said gallantly.

I left them dancing instead of telling stories. I was sure that Jody would get her story and then be coming up to bed. For me it was time for some shuteye. The wine had made my head a little light.

I woke in an hour because the music had stopped. Finding the bed still empty, I got up, had a glass of water and peered out over the living room. Jody and George were on the chaise lounge and the book had slipped from George's hand and was on the floor. They were both asleep. I slipped down and put on another CD and left it playing softly. Jody's hand was across George's chest and one leg was over a part of his leg. It was a very seductive closeness, but I decided to let them sleep. Jody's skirt was rucked up above mid thigh and I admired the sight of her pretty leg. I slipped quietly out of the room after turning the light lower.

I awoke again when the front door closed with a subtle clunk. Jody entered the room and slipped under the cover with me.

"Jack, are you awake?" She whispered, a little urgently.

I noticed the clock now read 1:30AM.

"Yes, I heard the door. George OK?"

Jody snuggled up close behind me. "I think it was good for him to come over tonight. He has to get past this."

"What did he have to say?"

"Oh, we had a little talk about Melissa, about things. Nothing big. I just comforted him a little bit."

"That's good! I'm sure it was good for him to spend a night with us. I think you're lucky I am here to protect you though. He really does adore you, you know. Can't be trusted!" I admit that I was probing a little.

She nudged me. "Hmmm, you weren't much protection. Going off to bed and leaving me to be ravished."

"Mad at me." I muttered.

"No." she giggled. "But I have to tell you something."

"Oh, really? Tell me more?"

"Nothing too bad. Well not really."

"Yes?" 

" Oh maybe I .. "

"Yes?"

"Oh, you're tired, forget it. Good night!"

"Ha! Now you have to tell me. You have my complete attention."

Her hand slipped around my waist and reached into my pajamas to find my cock. I felt it expand immediately into her hand.

"Hmm, what's this, sleepy-head?" she teased.

She slowly stroked me and began with a long sigh.

"We were dancing; you know, to those really romantic songs you left on? I really do love George, he is such a sweetheart, such a gentleman. He is so charming, you know what I mean."

"Charming and carries a long stick, you mean, baby?"

Another nudge hit me in the ribs. "Stop, you know that's just kidding around."

"Anyway, we were dancin' and snugglin' and Ella Fitzgerald was singing "Midnight Sun" which as you know is my favorite all time song? "

"Yes, I know."

"Well we just stopped and were holding each other and talking. And we weren't moving our feet, just swaying a little, in time with themusic. Just swaying together," she repeated whistfully.

"Yes, and I suppose George's big stick bumped into you."

"How did you know? Well, yes, I realized that he had an erection. I was so surprised!"

"Surprised?" I laughed. "Do you honestly think any man would not? You're a babe, you know!" 

She continued the gentle stroking of my cock and I put my hand behind me, reaching for her pussy. My fingers toyed with the curly patch under nylon panties.

"I like your story, sweetheart. It's making me want you, though, so be careful." 

Jody giggled happily. "How can you get excited with me discussing another man's penis, you evil old man?"

"Don't know!"

"Dear sweet George apologized. Wasn't that nice? I told him 'no problem' and just stayed pressed against him. Was I right?"

"Sure, so far so good. Is that all?"

She paused for a moment, then began again. 

"Well not exactly." 

I felt her hand tighten on my cock, and then relax and continue fondling me loosely. I slipped my fingers between her legs and found the soft folds of her pussy lips. Her panties were sopping wet. I slowly fondled the soft lips, slipping a finger past the tight leg band and into the steaming wet slit.

Jody thrust against my finger, urging it deeper into the inviting split between her legs. I found her clitoris waiting for me, hard and eager under my finger.

"Yes, tell me about it?"

"Well, we were tired and laid down on the chaise and George tried to read another bedtime story, but he just sort of fell asleep. And so did I. But his snoring woke me up! I realized that I was lying really close and in my sleep I had one leg over his, sort of like I do with you?"

"mmhmmm." I said, soothingly.

"And my hand had ended up against George's .." she paused again.

"Yes, go on, go on."

"Against his cock, Jack. I was shocked. He was snoring away and I was still half asleep, and for a couple minutes, I just left it there. I knew that I should have just pulled it away. But I got curious."

I couldn't help laughing softly. "You got curious?"

"Well, yes, you know, curious to know. To know what it was like."

"How big George's cock is?"

"Yes. Are you mad?"

"No, tell me, did little red riding hood find out how big the big bad wolf's cock is?"

"Stop." She laughed in spite of herself. 

"Actually, yes, Red does know how big George's cock is, smart alec. 

"And?" I raised my head as if listening carefully.

"Uh... . I'm not sure, but it may be every bit as big as yours, honey."

"Very diplomatic!" I said, a smile on my face.

"Yes. It is big, Jack! Really BIG! I couldn't help being curious so I put my hand over the whole thing. And, Jack, it grew and grew. And it was warm, Jack. You know how I love a big cock." She was whispering like we were conspirators. 

"In fact it felt like yours does now, Jack, honey. You are getting nice and big. Nice and big and thick and long, Jack." I could feel her soft breasts and her tummy snuggling against my back.

"Oh, wow. You are making me so hot, Jody, dear. You're a lovely lover, you know that?"

"I can feel it, too. I'm getting wet, too." She said quietly as if it were a secret I hadn't noticed.

"Getting? Sweetheart you were wet when you came in here."

"I don't think so, I think it was just from playing with this big cock."

"I think it was the Big old Wolf's cock, don't you?"

"Well, what I have to tell you is a little embarrassing."

"There's more?" I asked.

"Yes, dear. I was sleepy and all, and didn't feel like getting up and so I just laid there like that, listening to George snore. But he shifted a little bit and my leg slipped between his." The silence of the night was unbroken for a few seconds while I drank that bit of the story in and thought carefully how I wanted to respond. It was complicated because, after all, I had seen her leg draped across George's and left them lying there. I had to admit that it was quite an erotic thought for me, thinking of her warm body against my best friend. 

She continued, after another deep breath against my naked back. 

"His big thing was right against me. It felt warm and nice, lying like that with George. But then, Jack, he moved against my hand and against my leg. Moved in his sleep like... was fucking in his dream." 

Here voice broke a little. "And I knew I should have stopped him or got up, but I didn't want to embarrass him."

The thought of George rubbing against that hollow between her thigh and her pussy mound as I had done so often played like video scene across my eyeballs. My mind went back to the scene I had left. Her nylon stocking exposed and pressed against him; there was no wonder he had a dream. I liked the image it produced and my cock strained a little more in my wife's hand.

"So, I just let him do that, just moving, moving his cock against me, Jack. His cock was warm and big, and alive, and hard. I'm so sorry, Jack, but it felt good. That's the only thing I can say, it felt very good pressed there."

"Yes. Sure. I know."

" But then.. well, with our bodies like that, rubbing gently, it wasn't very long before I felt him get a lot hotter. There was a searing hot feeling between our bodies. It seemed to spread. I didn't understand at first. Didn't know what to do." Jody nuzzled my back, planting little kisses.

"I just knew how I loved you and this was not where I should be. But then I realized that George had cum, Jack, he came because he had a dream that he was fucking and he came."

"How did you feel about that?"

"Oh, I felt good about it. When I thought about it. It's such a thrill when you know that a man has gotten so excited by touching your body, it is hard not to feel that way." 

We lay spooned together, our bodies fondling each other and enjoying each others warmth.

"You know, George probably hasn't had sex in weeks or months and there he was having a dream pressing against me, one of his best friends. I felt kind of good about it. I just laid there a while longer after he stopped moving and went back to loud snoring, and .. and felt good about us being there and good about what had happened. Is that OK?"

I rolled toward her and she squeezed my cock and pulled me toward her, spreading her legs for me. I lay between her legs and pressed my cock against her pussy mound. It felt wonderfully sensual, the nylon panties smooth and soft.

"I think it is lovely. Because you are so lovely. Nothing happened? I mean you didn't go further?"

"No, of course not. Just that." 

Jody thrust her pelvis against me, moving in little circles against my cock, letting it ride across her mound and then back again.

"And he went home?" I asked.

"Yes, In a little while, he woke up with me pretending to be asleep on his chest. He was so sweet, he blew on my hair to wake me slowly. Then I think he realized that he was wet and sticky, and I pressed against him one more time, just my leg, not my hand."

"I didn't want him to feel funny about it, so when we said goodnight, I kissed him and whispered 'thank you, George, my dear, sweet friend.' and he said Thank YOU, sweetness," you know, the way George always says that to me."

" I love you Jack."

"I know." 

I slipped her panties down over those familiar hips and she pulled her legs together to let me slip them down her legs. I laid the lacy garment on the pillow beside her head and slowly, very slowly, began kissing my way along both lips of her wet pussy. 

Her scent was lovely and I slipped my tongue deep into her slit and found her clitoris. I sucked her clit, moving my head in a sensuous little circle as my lips tugged on her little nubbin. She moaned softly as I searched every inch of her darling pussy with my tongue, preparing it for my cock. 

"Oh, Jack! Put it in! Jack! Put it in me! Hurry, darling, I want you now."

I held her legs wide apart, my hands on her delicate insteps, and slipped quickly inside her searing hot vagina. Extended fully into her body, I paused and just enjoyed the sensation of her hot wetness bathing my cock. 

"Ohh, Jack, that feels.. feels so good. Fuck me, hon. Ohhh oh. Yes, that's it, baby."

"And does this feel like the Big Bad Wolf's cock?" I whispered in her ear.

"No, it feels like Jack's cock, darling. And I love it."

I thrust hard against her mound, searching to find the deepest, darkest, hottest part of her body. 

"And that, darling, who does that feel like?" I asked, pressing my cheek against the panties on her pillow. The combined scent of pussy and perfume that clung to the panties was more intoxicating to me at that moment than the wine had been.




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I moved my hips in little circles, my cock still deep inside her. The motion made the head of my cock explore all around her pussy. 

"And now, who does this feel like?"

"Ohhh... it feels... a little... a little like George." 

I secretly nuzzled the damp panties that George had caused, kissed my wife and began urgently thrusting harder and harder and faster and faster. 

Jody clung to me, her arms around my neck and her legs thrusting her pussy up and down my yearning cock. Jody is usually not loud when her orgasm sweeps over her, but tonight as we fucked each other with complete abandon, I listened to her scream in my ear just as my hot sperm fired hot and deep into her pussy. She had never gripped me tighter in orgasm than in that moment. 

We lay snuggled together in the huge wet spot of our juices and were not troubled by it in the least. Neither of us wanted to disturb the reverie by getting out of bed.

To Be Continued...



Strawberries For Dessert Ch. 04



Episode 4 - A Perfect Division of Skills

I was aware of children playing in the street. A soft morning breeze drifted across my naked body, refreshing me. A warm shaft of sunlight added just the right note of sensuous well-being.  It was everything I loved about a Saturday morning sleep-in. In a moment, I would think about opening my eyes, but for now, I was drinking in these tactile sensations.

Slowly, my mind replayed the sensations my body (and mind) had felt before drifting off to sleep with my wife in my arms just a few hours ago. 

“A remarkable evening; a success in every way.” I congratulated myself. 

We seem to have gotten George at least thinking about rejoining the rest of the world. We had taken his mind off Melissa and Ellen, at least for an evening. Jody had enjoyed herself, flirting and being flirted with by George, her favorite person, apart from me. In the bargain, Jody and I finished the long evening with delightfully pleasurable and loving sex. 

My eyes still closed, I savored the last minutes of the evening.

I remember moving my hips in little circles, my cock still deep inside her. The motion made the head of my cock explore all around her pussy. I reached under the sheet to soothe my slightly tender member. It had the feel of “après’ love” stickiness.

“And now, who does this feel like?” I had asked her.

“Ohhh… it feels … a little …a little like George.” She had answered. 

My cock surged slightly under my soothing hand and I smiled with remembered pleasure. The pleasure was the long slow fucking we had satisfied ourselves with, Jody and I. The odd way in which George figured into this outcome was, I considered, something to ponder. But that could wait till after a shower. The breeze picked up and I could sense through still closed eyes, the diaphanous Mandarin Orange curtains blowing into the cheerful golden yellow room.

“Good morning, wonderful husband!” she whispered, close by my ear. I pretended lazy sleep.

Her kiss on my ear and her warm breath made me shrug with pleasure.

“Good morning, darling wife.” I said. “Why are you waking me from such a lovely dream? You know how I like to dream about fucking you.”

“Even when you are awake you are pretty enthusiastic.” She muttered, her tongue nudging my ear lobe. “That’s why I brought breakfast in bed, or shall I take it back to the kitchen?”

My eyes sprang open. And now the aroma of the coffee added to the pleasure of my Saturday.

“Good god, I’ve died and gone to heaven. I’ve come back with a wife who does breakfast!”

“OK, I’m taking it back to the kitchen!” she laughed. “I don’t have to come up here to be made fun of you know!”

“No, no, I’m up, I’m up.”

The cold orange juice followed by hot coffee added to my favorite Saturday morning. 

Her hand cupped my semi-erect cock through the sheet. “I notice that some parts of you are up. So early, too. What have you been dreaming about?” 

“I was relaxing and enjoying my pleasures of making love with you all over. You were wonderful,” I smiled.

Jody crawled into bed alongside me and snuggled while I ate my omelet and toast. 

“Does that mean I’m forgiven all my sins, then? I’ve been wondering if you were going to demand an apology?”

I thought about it a minute and said: “You mean the omelet being slightly too dry?”

“I think you know what I mean.”

“No sin. No apologies. No regrets, just a lovely feeling of tranquility and sensual pleasure.”

“I’m so glad. Because, I don’t really want to apologize for what happened. I’m afraid the casual observer, not knowing us, might say that I had something to apologize for, though. I’m glad you don’t think so either.”

“I think that we boosted George nearly out of his funk last night. Let’s hope we can get him the rest of the way now. For moments during dinner he was his old self again.”

“Yes,” she said wistfully. “I am still worried about him. He is such a great person. Too bad he has to go through this. I told him I would help him track down a smaller place if he wanted me to. That OK?”

“Yes, sure!”

I was aware of a change in Jody, too. Having George over had put the bounce back in her step. She liked the idea of engineering his recovery from losing Melissa. It wasn’t that she had been down; just that life had become routine. I had missed the exuberant spark she had in earlier years, that’s all. Suddenly, it was restored. 

After thinking about it, I concluded that the reason might be simple. She had, in George, a ‘boyfriend’ who complimented her, adored her, worshipped the ground she walked on and appreciated anything she did. I had probably given her that at one time, but the years of sameness have dimmed that. 

It seemed to have boosted our sexual pleasure in much the same way. The evening’s activities had obviously turned both Jody and I on, in a big way. I couldn’t believe my good luck, assuming that my conclusion was correct and it continued to work out so happily.

It really didn’t need a spark from me, but I certainly would do nothing to block this friendship from enhancing our life. I wasn’t thinking of manipulating it, nor did I do anything overtly to push their enjoying their friendship. It was all perfectly natural. Or so it seemed to me.

“You know,” I began, “we have the ballet tonight.”

“Yes, I ‘m really looking forward to it!”

“I know. But, you also know that I am really not a big ballet fan.”

“I know. But we have the tickets. You promised.”

“Hear me out. I would enjoy going with you, as always!” She screwed up her face derisively.

“But George.. George would LOVE to go! It would get him out in the world a bit, too. He loves the ballet; you love the ballet, why not put our first team on the job? I will stay home and watch some old movie or a baseball game. I’ll be sad and lonely, but it will be worth it to see my best friends in the world truly happy!”

Jody started laughing. But then she rolled her eyes around a bit and looked off in space in deep thought. 

“You know.. .. “ she began slowly. “You know, you might have an idea there. George really loves the ballet. It would be fun having him along. It WOULD be good for him to dress up and get out. You are serious, are you?”

“Deadly serious.” “I’ll call him. See if he wants a date?” she grinned impishly.

“Maybe we should have sex just before you leave? Just to tame you down?” I smiled.

“What about now?”

“Later. Your sex drive would recover by evening and George couldn’t be trusted with someone whose fuse is already smoldering.”

“Rat!” she muttered with a smile, and grabbed the tray from me. 

“Smoldering; HA!” I heard her giggling happily all the way down the stairs.

I stepped into the shower feeling that I had given myself a present.

As it happens, George was only to happy to go with Jody. It was time for him to pick her up when she came down the stairs looking elegant in a long black dress with a slit high up the thigh. 

“Do you think the stocking tops show too much with the slit in this skirt? They are a little short for me. Don’t want to look like a tramp, you know.”

“You’re asking the wrong guy! I think it looks wonderful.”

“Pervert! You’re no help. Oh well, I’m not changing now.” 

Jody was ready for her ‘date’ and I had already lined up a soccer match from Germany as my evening. There was plenty of beer in the refrigerator and I had laid in a supply of pretzels and beer nuts.

George arrived, looking spiffy in his tuxedo. All in all, they looked ready for the senior prom. 

“Awfully good of you, sir, I’ll have her home early!” he said to me, pretending to be the perfect teen date.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah!” I said, waving the happy couple on their way.

I was asleep in front of the TV and looked at them through sleepy eyes when they returned home at about midnight. I had been awakened by the car door slam and then their laughter coming up the front steps.

“You missed a great time, Jack, didn’t he, George? Not only that, but you missed the annual fund-raising auction!” Jody bubbled her enthusiasm. 

“Right, and so Jody and I have auctioned our services as maid and butler. We were the hit of the auction.” George went on.

“Hit? I should say so. We got $1651.00! And it was Dwayne Callahan!”

“Dwayne is a swine! He has had the hots for you for years!” I muttered. 

“He did suggest that I could come alone. On Thursdays!” Jody smiled.

"By the way, we won an all expense Ballet weekend in Chicago!" George added. "Makes an interesting legal question of who actually gets to go, doesn't it?"

"Oh, god! Not a weekend of Ballet!" I complained. "We may have to negotiate something!"

George said he needed to get some sleep and was off after a brief nightcap in the living room.  Jody and I sat sipping another brandy without saying much. She seemed to be talked out.

“Well, tell me about it? How was the Ballet? How was your date? I’ve been bored to distraction here, waiting for you!” 

“Liar! I know perfectly well, you thought it was a perfect evening. The house to yourself, TV clicker to yourself. ” She trailed off into silence again. I thought she had a troubled expression, so I pressed on.

“And..?”

“Oh, nothing, you were right. George is wonderful at the ballet. He knows so much and he truly enjoys it, just like me. So we had a good time. A really good time.”

“Did he let you press your sexy knee against him all the way through it, like I would? So you don’t feel lonely?”

Jody, looked down, a smile on her lips. “You know me too well, you know that. I think I’ve become predictable! And, yes, he did let me do that. ….. And he pressed back, too!” she raised her eyebrows in my direction. “I think George was a lot more interested in my stocking top showing in my split skirt than my husband was!” she gloated.

“And did he buy you an ice cream soda as I would have?”

“It’s funny you should ask that,” she giggled. “Not an ice cream soda. But, as we passed Chandler’s lake, I mentioned that it was where you used to take me to park late at night.”

“When was that, a hundred years ago?” she asked, a Cheshire cat grin on her pretty face. 

“It was so funny. George slammed on the brakes, and just barely made the turn down the lane.”

“The plot thickens.” I was pretty curious to hear the story now. “George didn’t mention that in his telling of the evening.”

“Don’t worry, you know we are trustworthy.” She paused, looking at me with quiet calm. “Don’t you?”

“Yes, of course. Did you park, then?”

“Well, it was a ‘date,’ you said!” she had a very impish grin on her face.

“Yes, yes, of course. Like to hear about it, though.” I bit my lip pretending to bite back a grin.

“Yes, we parked. God, we haven’t done anything like that in years; I suddenly realized what fun it used to be. Music on the radio, a moon glimmering across the lake. It was just like in the movies. George put the top down and we sat under the stars and had a nice talk.”

“You’re not going to stop there are you?” I asked.

“Oh, if you insist. I scooted over close to George and put his arm around me.  I had my hand on his thigh and the other holding his hand draped over my shoulder.  It was just like old times.”

I was getting excited underneath all the questions I had in my mind. This conversation was headed in an unusual direction.

“Oh, and then I did something rather naughty.”

“Yes?”

“Calm down! I was leaning against George and I stretched my leg out and put it way up on top of the windshield and stared at the moon. My skirt slipped down into my lap and, if I say so myself, my leg, in a dark stocking, looks pretty sexy in the moonlight.” She chortled seductively as she looked through the brandy snifter to see my reaction. That’s when I knew that George likes stockings as much as you do!”

“Why, what did he do?”

“Oh nothing, just looked. At least at that point.”

Now she was pecking at my attention.

“And..”

“Aren’t you a little jealous?”

“A little. But, I can see that it might have been fun. Being there, I mean.”

“It was, it really was, Jack. Can you imagine? George is such a good date. I really enjoyed myself. And parking. Wow, what can I say? It was just like being back in those exciting dating years. I had almost forgotten what fun that was.”

“How did George take this waltz into your sordid past?” I laughed.

“Well, I think George kinda liked it. He was a gentleman. At least at first!”

We smiled at each other, waiting for one or the other to break the silence.

“I said to George.. .. .. I am SO terrible! I said: ‘you know George, when we used to park here, Jack always did this.’ And I pulled his hand down to my breast. 

“I think he was shocked. But he recovered.”

I stroked my beard and looked worriedly at her.

“He.. recovered?”

“Yes. Can I have another of these?” she said, holding the big brandy glass out to me.

I went for the brandy and poured a little in the snifter, looking at the cleavage of the low cut dress and the dark stocking peaking prettily through the skirt slit. The skirt was now draped to expose her leg all the way to the top. There was a run run her stocking.

She was tormenting me, making me drag it out of her. I was sure there was a seductive story here someplace. I watched the pointy toed patent leather pump dangle from the lovely leg swinging before me. I could just see her white panties up the skirt. At least those seemed safely in place, I thought reassuringly.

“God but you are beautiful, tonight.” I muttered.

“Why, thank you, dear.”

“Is there more to the story? Did George manage to fulfill my role? I mean with your right breast, I mean?” I thought I was doing well to keep this conversation light hearted.

“Admirably!” she said, a satisfied look in her eyes.

“The swine. What else did her do?”

“I’m not telling.”

“What? You’re not telling? You would leave me hanging?”

“Yep.”

“Please.” My cock was now urgently asking for more. I suppose I should have been angry, but that wasn’t part of it. Interesting, I thought.

“Nope. But, I will show you.”

“Yes. OK! Show me.”

“Go put on your tux and meet me in the car!” she giggled in a very infectious way.

“Do you know what time it is?”

“Oh, you’re right, dear. Silly of me. Some other time. We had better get to bed. We are getting so we need our sleep.” Jody took a long drink from the goblet and looked at me through the bottom. “There was a time, when….”

“OK, sorry, I’ll be there in a moment.” I took the steps two at a time and rummaged in the closet for my tuxedo. In the spirit of the moment, I got rid of my underwear and put the shirt over my bare hairy chest and the heavy trousers against my tumescent organ. I thought of shortcutting and slipping into casual shoes, but realized that Jody would insist on the whole magilla.

Jody was in the car waiting impatiently. I backed out of the drive and we looked like we were headed for the ball. Jody leaned against me and put her foot sexily up to the top of the windshield and let me see one of the prettiest legs in the whole town, seductively clothed in nylon stocking.

I found our favorite old parking spot overlooking the lake and turned off the ignition. The moon was still low in the sky and it shimmered across the water. The trees were black all around us.  There was another car a hundred feet away, the windows completely steamed up but the thrusting teenage bodies that must have been inside. 

Jody took my arm and slipped under it.. I could see the white crotch of her panties gleaming in the moonlight. She put my hand over her breast.

“As I was saying, George filled in admirably for you when I told him that I was accustomed to having my breast fondled when I parked here.” She began. “I wasn’t sure how he would take it. He was a little startled, I think, but he recovered and before long, he began squeezing my breast a little bit, like you’re doing now. It felt so good, to have him holding my breast while we sat quietly chatting and looking over the lake.”

“We talked about Ellen a bit, and how he is feeling about it.” His hand just kept stroking me, and it felt warm and comfortable. “He kissed the top of my head, but I turned my lips up and he kissed them too. We just held the kiss, moving our lips together just a little.”

I kissed her in keeping with the story.

“Yes,” she sighed, “just like that.” And we talked some more, and his hand kept caressing me. And I put my foot up like this; George stopped talking for a moment, and then went on. As I leaned over against him, my elbow touched him. Like this.”

Her arm was against my cock and I felt it harden and extend even more. Jody nudged me slowly with her elbow.

“All this happened? Just like you’re telling it?” I said, perhaps a little skeptically.

She looked up into my eyes. “Quite a bit.  At some point we went home of course, but I think you will have to figure that out for yourself.”

I slipped my hand inside her bra, feeling the vibrant flesh and searching for her nipple. I circled it slowly with my fingertip. Jody pulled her bra down from that breast. It looked wonderfully full in the moonlight and I could see how erect it was.

“Like this?”

“I’ll tell you if you get it wrong, shall I?” she murmured, her lips demanding my tongue.

She turned in my arms to lie across my chest and I exposed her other breast, squeezing it gently in my hand. Our kiss was long, deep and very wet. All the time, I continued fondling her breast and could see her toes wriggling under her stocking, a sure sign that I was getting to her.

“George was at least enough of a gentleman to wear underwear! I think you’re a bit of a tramp, dear. What is happening to you?” she teased. 

She had snaked her arm between us and unzipped to find my cock eager to escape, unencumbered by shorts.

“I was hoping you’d notice!” I murmured as she slipped her tongue back into my mouth.

She fondled my cock in the same even way that I was playing with her breast. Leaving her nipples firm and eager, I slipped my hand down to her leg and fondled the nylon stocking over her thigh. This is a pleasure I never tire of. Slowly I savored the skin of her thigh above the stocking, until my fingers came, at last, to her soft pussy and silky panties. 

Jody parted her legs and I put my hand flat against her mound and my fingers between her legs. Her panties were drenched with the soft heavy cream of excitement. I cupped this marvelous mound and let a finger slip into the lake of juices between her generous lips.

“Touch my clit, darling!” she whispered urgently. She sighed as I complied. “Yesss! Oh, that’s it, dear. I think George is better with my breasts, but darling, you are wonderful with my clit,” she said. Her lips were close to my ear and her breath made short panting sounds in time with my wet, circling finger.

“You tramp!” I said, without conviction.

She giggled against my lips. Jody sat up and, pulling her skirt even higher so that the lace of her panties gleamed before me, she pulled me across the seat so she could straddle me. I loosened my belt and let her pull my pants down so that the zipper wouldn’t scratch my cock. 

“Remember this?” she said, and settled her mound nicely against my bare cock. 

I did indeed recall those years of our youth, pressing my wild and unmanageable cock against Jody’s silken panties. Having her fondle my cock with her panty covered pussy lips, soft and wet from our intense petting. I nearly lost it right then, but held back just in time. 

“Watch, darling.” She said. I looked down and watched her fingers pull aside the gusset of her panties. The dark tuft of curls of her pussy appeared, looking wonderfully wanton and sexy next to her fingers.

“Watch how nice it looks,” she said breathlessly 

Jody took my long shaft and slowly brushed my cock over the curly thatch and pressed it along the slit just visible through her little forest. Lightning shot from the sensitive head of my cock along my shaft, and made the hair on my mound stand on end with pleasure and excitement. The electricity continued until it had nearly singed my nipples. Almost as a reflex, I squeezed Jody’s nipples hard. I felt her wet pussy thrust against mine, reacting to the pleasure/pain of the pinched nipples.




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“Put it in me, Jack” she urged. 

I thrust forward and she did the rest, slipping down my shaft at a single stroke. I felt the intense heat sensation from her cunt swallowing me up in delicious wetness.  Jody’s breath was jagged in my ear.

“Ohh, Yess,” she whispered hoarsely. “That’s what I want! Your cock filling me up. Ohmigod, yes!” 

She began rocking back and forth on my cock and I felt the cool night air on her glistening natural lubricants covering my shaft. Our foreheads together, we watched it slip in and out of her as she manipulated her pelvis for our pleasure.

At that moment, our neighbor started their engine.

“OH, god!” she muttered, and her thrusting urged me deeper into her vagina.

“The car with the steamed up windows honked and male and female voices shouted to us through the night air.  In unison, they sang out that age old refrain taught in high schools all across our great nation: “How far is the Old Log Inn?” They slowed for a good look. 

Jody sat upright on my lap and stretched her arms along the top of the windshield of the convertible. She threw her head back and thrust her beautiful, turgid breasts like a Greek goddess.  The headlights caught the loveliness of her white breasts as she thrust over and over onto my cock and then moaned loudly into the night. Our tormentors drove off in a rush hurling giggling ‘bravos’ in their wake. 

My feet pressed hard against the floor boards and I held my body firm to her riding motion as I felt the hot sperm build in my balls and rush headlong up the shaft of my cock. The hot fluid surged all along my sacrificial prick and I felt the glorious high as it spurted headlong into her tunnel. It warmed both of us as she thrust faster and faster taking all of my sperm inside her. Her orgasm was punctuated by great moans of pleasure. Jody trembled all over, and then slumped spent against me. Putting her arms tight around my neck she sucked long and hard at my earlobe.

“Oh, that was wonderful,” she whispered in my ear. “Wonderful!”

The moon was gone by 2:30 AM when we turned onto our street.  I couldn’t resist asking one more question.

“Is there anything you want to tell me about how much of what we did you and George had already done?”

“No, I don’t think so.” She said brightly. 

Jody yawned and pressed a nuzzling kiss into my neck. I couldn’t see, but I had the distinct sense that there was a big smile on her face.



Strawberries For Dessert Ch. 05



Episode 5 - Relationships

It had been a couple weeks since George had filled in for me at the Ballet. I was standing in a swirl of smoke, tending the barbecued ribs for dinner for the three of us. I looked across the pool to where George sat charming Jody with another of his amusing tales. She was sitting on the edge of her chair in smiling attention. Ribs on the grill is one of my specialties, and I enjoy worrying over them the way some old men like to stand and water their lawn with a hose on a summer evening.

Having George for dinner was a double pleasure. He and I are old friends and work-mates and are never at a loss for conversation topics. But it's a bonus that Jody loves having him as a guest and that he keeps her constantly entertained. I smiled as Jody touched George's knee and laughed loudly, completely wrapped up in what he was saying. If not for George, I would be getting complaints for neglecting her in favor of a snooze, the computer in the basement, or a book, or any number of things more interesting to me than what her current committee was doing on Wednesday next. 

I stared through the blue smoke at the two of them and wondered what the implications were of that statement I had just run through my mind. A hint of a frown crossed my brow as I opened the grill lid and idly turned the slabs of ribs. My mind rewound a tape from our sex talk after the ballet. What was that Jody had whispered in my ear? 

"Touch my clit, darling!" she whispered urgently. She sighed as I complied. "Yesss! Oh, that's it, dear. I think George is better with my breasts, but darling, you are wonderful with my clit."

Yes, that was it. What did she mean by that? And before that, what about pressing her knee against his at the ballet? 

"You know me too well. I think I've become predictable! And, yes, he did let me do that... And he pressed back, too!"

I began to wonder just how much control I had over my emotions. Did I really want these fantasies to come true? Was I prepared for the other side of it? Why this nagging fear behind the pleasure, I wondered. Could it be a hint of jealousy? Fear of Jody actually deciding George was better at some things than I was? 

"Hey, Jack, what are you up to? Do we have to fix our own drinks in this bar?" George called out.

My mood scattered like smoke before a windstorm and I hustled to refill their outstretched glasses.

"For a guy who is trying to steal my wife, you have a nerve complaining about the service!"

"Hell, I think I've already done it, Jack. If you go to the ballet with a woman, you are practically engaged. That's what I've always thought!"

Jody smiled and hummed a little tune. "I love it when you boys fight over me!" she giggled.

I screwed up my courage one more time.

"Listen, about the ballet in Chicago, I really think it is a waste of tickets for me to go. So, what I'm saying is, that I would just be happy for both of you if you were to go together and enjoy it. I'd even pay for the extra room."

Jody responded all too quickly. 

"No need, we won a suite. There are two rooms, two beds. No problem. You can even come if you want to, dear."

Her response made me think that I had made this generous offer well after she had already decided to take George anyway, but I said nothing. I just replayed that response a couple times in my mind. Yep, it was a quick reply.

"Well, no problem, I don't have a problem paying for my own room!" George hurried to make amends.

"Whatever." Jody said. "It's a date then?" she asked, looking at George, then at me and then back at George.

"Sure. No one in the world I'd rather go to the ballet with, dear one!" George smiled.

Reluctantly, I concluded that my proposal had carried. Something continued to nag at me, though. 

"Good. Settled then! I'm going to get in some serious golf and tennis while you're gone." I said, almost convincingly.

As I returned to turning the ribs, I mused that playing out these fantasies in real life was a bit more complicated than I was able to pretend when they were just fantasies. And there was still the hanging mystery of just how far Jody had gone on her date with George. Why did she not tell me more? Why hadn't George mentioned parking by the lake? 

Perhaps they had not parked at all. Perhaps it was a fantasy she had made up to please me? Perhaps. We sat and savored my delicious ribs along with a grand bottle of wine that George had brought. It was a perfect match and we lingered at the table, retelling tales old and new, as the saying goes. Through the haze of a little too much wine, I watched for signs of romance between my friend and my wife. They delighted in each other's company, but on the other hand, they certainly didn't ignore me either.

"Is there any chance of a repeat performance of your topless dinner performance? That was popular! And it was a sensation! Right, George?"

"I have to agree COMPLETELY!" was his response. 

We looked at Jody expectantly. Not really expecting a response, but smiling in adoration anyway.

"Bit warm tonight, isn't it? How about a swim, instead? You lecherous men, you!"

"Seems like a bit of a comedown, doesn't it, George?"

"Well, sounds nice though." He chickened out, in my view. Nevertheless, I went to roll the pool cover off and George came along to help.

The pool shimmered like an emerald with underwater lights. We stood sipping our wine in its brightness.

"I owe you a lot, you know." He began.

"What do you mean, George?"

"You know what I mean, Jack. Don't think I don't know how you two have tried to bring me back from the depths!"

"Oh, no problem, buddy, no problem. What are friends for?"

"Yes but you've done much more than that. I just want you to know that I am aware of it and that it is something I will someday repay."

"Not a problem," I repeated, mumbling off into nothing.

"And I'm making progress. I don't feel as much like the problems of the world are all on me. I'm not thinking about Lesbian bashing! For awhile I was a little crazy." He laughed hollowly and it seemed to echo off the water.

"Yeah, I s'pose so."

"I mean really. I had the whole thing wrong probably. I mean being cuckolded by a lesbian was a little hard for me to take. Been much better if it had been you, or someone else that Melissa went for. But when Ellen came up, I really was shocked. I mean totally, totally shocked. And beaten!"

"Hard for me to imagine, too." I said solicitously.

"But now, I'm OK. Thanks mostly to you. And, of course, really big thanks to Jody. She is a complete friend and a totally great woman. I always knew that, but I just didn't know how much of a friend she was capable of being."

"Uh, yeah. Well, she has always... well, adored you. You know that." I wasn't sure where this conversation was headed.

"Yeah, I know, we were always funning together. That was a great pleasure. Never made any bones about it." He smacked me on the shoulder in a friendly way.

"But in this situation, I mean, no one could have done for me what she has done. I'm definitely more positive. Especially about my sexuality. I am not saying I'm completely back to my old self, but I'm a coming along. "

"Be right out!" Jody called from the kitchen.

"Now that I've had some positives happen on the sex side, I can see myself in a.. "

"Last one in is a rotten egg. Isn't that the expression?" Jody came through the door in a terrycloth robe and George stopped our conversation at a point where I would have liked a little clarification. It is hard enough for men to talk about their private thoughts. Now here it is interrupted. 

"What does he mean positive sex things?" I thought to myself. That inconclusive little comment would keep me awake for a few nights. 

"Hey, you guys aren't ready. Are you going in with your shoes on? By the way, my suit is still wet and I hate putting it on that way. Anyone object to skinny-dipping? As if I didn't know the answer to that one!" 

"I'm game!" George chimed in.

"Maybe we could do with out the lights though?" she added.

I went to turn off the lights and began stripping off my clothes. When I came back, George was down to his under shorts that were visible without the lights. We stood in the darkness and George and I finished undressing.

Jody walked down the first two steps and then tossed the robe off onto the deck. Neither of us spoke as we watched the curves of her ass slip between the lapping water. There was a moon and just light enough to cast highlights on her curves. She turned as she reached the bottom and we stood as if struck dumb as her breasts floated just below the surface.

"Coming, gentlemen?"

George went down to the other end and dove in. I think he needed a little privacy at that moment and he probably hoped that the cold water would ease his urgency a little. After a couple laps, he surfaced near us in mid pool. Jody stood closer to the shallow end so the waves played across the twin peaks, keeping her nipples just below water.

We stood talking in the darkness. The temperature was perfect, the water slightly cool and the night air pleasant on our skin.

"George, couldn't we have a glass of wine here in the pool? There are plastic wine glasses in the pool house, aren't there?"

I went back inside, dripping across the carpet to the bar and poured three glasses. I stood holding the goblets and watched for a moment. Their forms were clear in the dim moonlight, outlined against the water's surface. They came together briefly in a kiss, and then separated again, obviously deep in conversation. George was probably repeating the same thank-you speech that he had delivered to me, though the kiss was a new wrinkle. 

I found it slightly titillating, I must admit. In spite of my earlier worries about not wanting these fantasies to be played out after all, I still found it exciting. Call it the drink, call it what you will, it was just a fact. Slightly exciting. Well, more than slightly exciting.

I had the feeling that I may have cut off the conversation in about the same place that Jody's arrival had cut George off earlier.

Another sip or two of wine together. The warm collegiality of friends. It was a perfect evening, and we were all savoring it.

"Remember how we played submarine when we were kids?" Jody asked. "My turn first."

She arranged me where she wanted me, legs spread wide. She dove toward me, her body arching out of the water, glistening and curvy and then plunging down to submarine through my legs. I felt her brush my thighs with her hips on the way through and emerge on the other side. Again she plunged and swam between my legs once more. This time she touched my cock playfully and her body came up between my legs before she made it through.

"Harder to do from the deep end!" she spluttered.

My cock had returned to full term excitement at the contact.

"Come on George, make a bridge!"

I moved aside, my cock now firmly jutting out into the water.

"Right you are. Don't knock down the pilings you know."

George gamely made a bridge with his legs and I could just see her figure under the water as she made it through slowly but surely and bobbed up like a cork on the other side. She came back through from the deep end, much as she did with me. I wondered if she had grasped George's cock on the way through or used his cock to pull herself through the arch of his legs. I could tell that she was close to his crotch but could tell nothing more.

"OK, now both of you!" she called out.

We tried to line up one behind the other without floating away. George was in front and I was behind him. I watched below us to see her swim through. Again she dove and swooshed through our legs, brushing first one and then the other with the soft lovely flesh of her arms and hips and thighs. We waited for the return trip. The longer trip made it necessary to use our legs as pushing poles. I felt one hand on my thigh and then the other give my hard cock a firm tug that propelled her toward George. I couldn't see much, but I had to assume that her mode of propulsion was similar with George.

Jody came up spluttering on the other side. She was happy and exhilarated. We had another sip of wine together.

"I have to admit, I opened my eyes underneath. I didn't know that swimming had such an erotic effect on men!" she exulted.

"I don't think it's the swimming, babe." I laughed.

"You telling me you're glad to see me, then?" mimicking the old joke.

"We are! Definitely!" George was glad to supply the answer.

"Our turn?" I asked.

"Not sure if I trust you!" she laughed, and then turned to form a bridge for us.

I turned my back to her, held my nose and launched myself upside down between her legs. My aim was not too good and I bumped her leg, but she helped by pushing me through, patting my cock as she did it. I was able to float upward just in time for my cock to touch her soft pussy.

I let go my nose before I surfaced and took in a snoot-full of water. This drowned out any second pass for me and I stood spluttering and gasping. George was more successful, launching himself from the side and rolling over just as he went between my wife's legs. Jody reached down as he loomed between her legs and gave a guiding little touch, I know not where. He repeated the journey from the other side.

I declared him the winner and resigned in defeat.

"Did you two open your eyes, too, or were you gentlemen and keep them closed?" she asked.

"I confess. I'm a no good rat! But worth it." George said immediately. "But I'm too much the gentleman to pass any tales!"

"Oh, brother. If you believe that one, I have another bridge to sell you." I retorted.

"God, but I am so lucky to be standing here with two handsome men to entertain me. It could only happen in America!" 

Jody lifted herself off the bottom by putting her arms around our shoulders, forcing us all together in a loose triangle. George and I drifted arms around her waist. It was all very natural. The water felt soothing all over our naked bodies. I felt her breast against the side of my chest and it struck me that George must be against her other breast. It was very erotic, floating there under the stars. Jody bobbed lightly against our bodies, moving herself by tiny little movements of her legs or by manipulating her arms around our necks. I'm sure George's cock was jutting out just like mine, but I couldn't tell in the darkness.

"Mmmmmm, isn't this marvelous? I ask you, have you ever felt better? Jody kissed each of us in turn. We were all so close she had but to turn her head one way and then the other."

"Mmmm," we intoned more or less in chorus. Neither of us wanted to break the sensuality of the scene.

We had floated to deeper water and I had to bob up and down off the bottom. Doing this, it was inevitable that my cock rubbed up and down against the round softness of Jody's thigh. It was a definite thrill and my cock felt taut and hard. Even my nipples were hard, so I was certain that Jody's were as well.

She swung her legs upward slowly, brushing my cock upward, and then floated between us. George and I reached under her legs and bottom at the same time. Our arms swept through the water touching her bottom lightly, sensually. We continued our floating, supporting her as she bobbed between us. She laid her head back so that her hair streamed around her head. The round tops of her breasts broke the water and her nipples interrupted the tiny waves in the moonlight. I kissed her breast. George smiled across at me, but resisted the same temptation. 

Jody's arms were free of us as she laid both of them outstretched and floated free. Her breasts and tummy were thrust upward in the floater's position. As we watched, she slowly gained buoyancy and the faint sight of the curly patch of her mound came above the water. She floated for a minute or two with our hands guiding and touching lightly under her bottom and thighs and back. It was totally erotic. Lovely.

We emerged happily cooled by the water and lay down on three chaises nearby.

"Jeeze, where else could a girl live out her fantasies lying in the dark between two handsome men and hold hands with both her friend and her lover at the same time? I ask you?"

I pondered that comment for more that a moment. Was I the lover or the friend in this context? I lay my head back and contemplated the stars a moment. 

My mind was racing. What she said was true. I wondered how much I had missed of the underwater scene though. Had Jody actually grasped George as she had me? I couldn't be sure. Not really sure. The thought was exciting, but there was the worrisome other side of the coin. Could I really stand it if my fantasies really were coming true? If you haven't been there you can't be sure.

After George had left, Jody and I slipped back in the pool and stood nuzzling each other. Her hand was clasped around my hard cock. My hand was cupped over her mound with one finger was thrust into her pussy. Our tongues were dancing together in her mouth. I searched for the happy little bump behind her clitoris and squeezed.

"Did you help... both of us though the bridge?" I asked tentatively, breathing heavily in her ear.

She didn't answer right away, her lips busy sucking my earlobe and her hand gently stroking my cock below the water line.

"I was fair to each!" she said.

".. but, I mean, did.."

She closed my mouth with a kiss and her grip tightened on my cock.

"I gave my answer!" she said haughtily. "Now come and love me."

She led me up the stairs by the cock and I looked happily at the way her hips rotated in their lovely, curvy way just ahead of me. Jody tossed a cushion from the Chaise and lay down on it, her legs open to me. I turned away.

She watched as I went to turn on the pool lights and returned to find her legs still inviting me. 

The lights of the pool filled the whole area with shafts of crystalline light, dancing with the waves our bodies had left in the pool water. 

In the soft shimmering brilliance I stood and admired her body. The little tuft of hair just at the peak of her mound was darkly wet from the water, glistening with droplets. It looked like a peach, fresh with morning dew, just waiting for my mouth to sample. I watched as she stretched two fingers between her legs to part the long lips of her pussy for me. The bright coral fleshiness looked as succulent as a flower must look to a bee. I knelt between her legs. Her big eyes watched me come closer and closer, my desire obvious.

"It's pretty." I said simply. 

I traced along each lip first with a finger and then with my tongue. I kissed her moist fingers and then found her clitoris. Gently, I sucked it into my mouth and held it securely while I nodded my head. She moaned her pleasure. Jody's hands left her vagina to my care and moved to my head to guide me as I coaxed her passion higher and higher. As I teased, I felt her lift her pussy into my lips and squirm against me.

"Could you really, truly want to watch George fuck me, Jack?" she muttered, breathlessly.

My tongue was happily playing with her pussy and she asked such a question? 

My answer was non – committal. She held me tight where she had guided me, so there was not much choice but to murmur something that sounded like:

"Mmmngh, mof!" 

"I almost could have, tonight," she said, and her movement against my mouth intensified.

I'm sure my eyes were wide open with question, but she held me close and I continued laving her pussy with my tongue. My hands found her breasts and I squeezed while Jody thrust her pussy against my mouth gently but insistently. I slipped my tongue into her warmth and moved it to explore, to touch, to please. It seemed to work.

I felt her orgasm course through her body. Her thighs tightened around my head once more.




Strawberries For Dessert Ch. 05



Her grip loosened slightly and she guided me up her body. My tongue delved into her navel, and then licked a path between her breasts. My lips nibbled at turgid nipples capping twin mounds of soft pleasure.

She guided me to her vagina. I felt the head of my cock first scalded and then soothed by her warm, snug tunnel. She was completely lubricated for my entry and I began thrusting eagerly with long striding lunges deep inside her.

"Do you mean.. you would have?" I whispered in her ear.

Jody just sighed heavily into my ear, and then bit my earlobe, hard.

Her hips joined me in a wonderfully fluid fucking motion, the practiced magic of complete familiarity between us. 



Strawberries For Dessert Ch. 06



Episode 6 – Two-and-a-half-some

Friday Night:

I dropped my golf cap on the table along with the mail and opened the refrigerator for a cold beer. The phone light blinked that a message had been left.

Phone message: “Jack, it’s me. We’re here. Just had dinner. The airline lost our bags though and sent them to Saigon. I have to wear my half-slip up around my breasts as a nightie to keep my only dress from getting wrinkled. George is happy though.” Giggles. “I’ll call when we are back and ready for bed. Having wonderful time so far. They’re doing ‘The Firebird’ tonight, so that will be good. Talk to you later. I left you some smoked ham in the ‘fridge.”

When I rang the hotel suite, there was no answer. Of course not, the evening had begun; Jody and George were at dinner right now and would be leaving for the theatre shortly. I stood pouring a drink and wondering just exactly what my feelings were. In a sense, things were going just as my fantasies had always directed them. Jody and George had every opportunity to take advantage of me, even sleeping in the same suite, for chrisake.

The image of Jody wandering around that hotel room with a nylon half-slip draping from her breasts, just barely covering her panties was heady stuff. I had to admit that I was slightly tense with the thought. Surely their baggage would show up later tonight. I found myself pacing the floor, imagining what was happening.

At midnight, the phone rang, waking me from a sound sleep. Jody told me excitedly about the Ballet and about the dinner she and George enjoyed. George chimed in a brief corroboration that it was a great evening. He finished by saying Jody looked good in the slip. They were both wine giddy, and the phone was snatched away from him and Jody came back on.

“I’m off for my shower and then into bed!”

I went back to sleep only to be roused once more a little after 1AM.

“Hi, honey, it’s me. Did I wake you? Hope you don’t mind getting a dirty phone call in the middle of the night. (Giggles) Sort of like you do to me when you’re on the road and horny?”

“Mmmm, right. No, that’s fine. I was just dozing. Got up for a drink anyway.” I lied, but there you have it. 

“Here’s something I was thinking about in the shower. I have trouble talking to you about some of your fantasies, face to face. So let me ask you over the phone. What would it be like, in your mind to .. . .you know, have a threesome? I mean what would we actually .. ..?”

I was floored. But, also, immediately awake and slightly turned on. I laughed low in my throat and sat up in bed. 

“I was just wondering, exactly what it would be like. I saw George in the shower.. he is .. attractive .. .. big .. .. just wondering, I guess. I mean who would go first? And.. “

“You saw George in the shower?”

“It was an accident. You know, we are sharing a bathroom. I forgot my makeup in the bathroom. George was in the shower and I just opened the door to reach in. But the shower was visible in the mirror. And George was washing it! And it looked so big! Why would he be hard while he is taking a shower, Jack? I mean, I don’t think it was completely hard, either, and it was huge!”

“And then, we laid here watching TV for a while. Don’t worry, I was under the sheet and George was on top of it! “

It hadn’t occurred to me to worry, until she said not to worry.

Jody continued. 

“If George was inside .. .. .. me .. where would you be .. ohmigod, you mean .. ..? You do, don’t you, in my ..? Ohmigod!” She was silent for a long time. I thought about changing the subject, but decided not to. “Oh, Jack, I can hardly imagine it. But.. …, what a thought!”

“Well, just a fantasy .. “ I muttered, trying to take the edge off the conversation.

“We’d have to try that .. alone first .. right”

“Could,” I answered. Suddenly I found myself a little sheepish about talking about it further and I couldn’t put my finger on the reason.

“If you were here now?” She paused.

“Yes?” my heart was pounding in my throat imagining the scene. I wondered if it would ever happen.

“We can pretend now, over the phone? Would you like that?” 

“You have your dildo? To pretend with, I mean.”

“Would you like to? Pretend?” she said, still a little hesitantly.

“Jody, that would be so hot!” I slipped lower on the bed, cradling the phone against my ear as I eased my zipper down and released my cock.

“Then you would be on my right and George on my left side. Me in the middle, I mean. In the middle between two big men. Big men with nice big cocks.” I could hear her choke out the last sentence, speaking low and deep in her throat.

“Yes, there between two men who want you. Two big cocks wanting your ..”

“Ohmigod!” Jody laughed nervously.

“And you would be able to see those big cocks jutting straight up in the air over their hairy bellies, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes,” she gasped quietly.

“Glistening with precum. Precum from thinking of you, from seeing you in that half-slip draped from your nipples and down over your pussy. Mine is glistening now. And I am very hard. I’ll bet George is the same.”

“Yes. My nipples are so hard right now, Jack.”

“Squeeze her tits, George.” I said tentatively.

“Oh, yes, George, touch .. .. touch my tits. Ahhh, yes, like that.”

“Is he making them feel good?”

“Oh, yesss, George is so good with my boobs.”

“Lick her nipple, George, nibble with your lips.”

“Yes. Yes, oh yes. I love you nibbling .. .. oh, …. nibbling and sucking them. Other one?” She whispered the last instruction very realistically, as if he were really suckling those big breasts.

“And I would have my hand on your mound, watching George suckle you .. ..”

“Oh, Jack, that is so ..” she moaned softly. “I think I should get George to come back in here, right now. Just tell me to, and I will. (giggle) It would serve you right if I did! Call your bluff, wouldn’t I?”

“No, I won’t tell you, Jody. I’m going to go put a tape on while you decide.”

I could feel my pulse racing as I walked across the room and slipped a tape of Jody and I in our bedroom. I poured myself a large scotch and water, my hand shaking as I poured.

“I’m back.”

“OK”

I waited to hear what she had decided, but none came. So, she couldn’t go that far, after all. We would pretend though.

“Watching you undress. You look lovely.” I said tentatively.

“Thank you.”

“George was suckling you.”

“Yes.” She said it sharply, like someone was listening and she was uncomfortable. Her voice was tense and husky.

“Feel good, Jody?”

“Ohhhh, yes, yes. Here.” She said in a hushed tone.

In the video I was sucking her nipple and my cock was hard in my hand.

“I’m slipping my finger into your pussy. It is very wet between your pussy lips.”

“Opening my legs. Letting your finger play.”

“George is eating you, so I can suck your nipples.”

“Uh! Oh, mmmmm. Both .. .. eating me. Mmmmm.”

“Mmmmm hmmmm!” I moaned into the phone.

“Nibble .. .. a little!” It sounded like she had pressed the phone to her body while she said something.

“What was that? Couldn’t hear.”

“Oh, .. I just said I like it.” She said. 

That didn’t sound like what I heard. It puzzled me a little, but I said no more.

“Oh! ..”

“Yes?”

“Tongue .. George’s .. .. tongue .. just slipped in .. surprised me.”

“Nice surprise?” My hand, with a pair of Jody’s black panties was stroking lightly over my cock, trying to avoid cumming too soon.

“ .. uh, yes, nice “ she murmured.

Jody was really into this play-acting. I could hear the excitement dripping from her lips. I lay there enjoying it myself. Stroking my cock, waiting to hear her voice sounding sexy. Jody was not terribly verbal about sex. I am always trying to get her to do things like this, to talk about it, how it feels. But, it isn’t normally her style. Perhaps she is starting to loosen up. Actually we had only done phone sex once before that night.

“Is he licking your vagina, Jody?” My voice, I realized was hoarse with excitement.

“Yes.” She said tensely, with bated breath.

I waited, but only the sound of breathing came across the wire; breathing seemingly controlled, but with considerable effort.

“Oh .. my .. oh.”

“What is it?” I said, then corrected myself. “What is he doing now? What is George doing between your legs?” My voice sounded strained.

“.. Tongue .. lower .. going lower,”

The phone was muffled again. I thought or imagined she said: “George, you don’t have to do .. that .. unless you really .. ohhhh, yes.”

She was definitely into the part. Jody’s voice was ragged with passion.

“Oh, we can’t.” still muffled.

“You’re making my breasts feel good, Jack.”

“I love sucking on them. Your pussy feels very wet, darling. Can you feel it?”

“OH god, YES! I have never been so wet.”

“Taste it with me?” I said a little tightly.

“Oh yes, mmmmm. Tastes GOOD! Here, let’s all taste my fingers.”

“Mmmm, love your taste, baby.” I murmured.

The phone was muffled again. 

“No, .. we can’t.” then a whispered “Only on the outside, then, .. OK?”

“Yes that is OK.” I said, not sure what I was agreeing to.

The phone came back on full strength.

“Oh, yes, nibble the other one Jack”

“George is between your legs, his cock looking red and menacing.” I said, going dangerously close to getting shut off, I thought.

‘Yes, it looks so big. So big and beautiful, George.”

Muffled again: “Careful, .. there, .. yes.”

“He is brushing it against your pussy lips.”

“Mmmmn hmmmmn,” she moaned quiet agreement. 

The video changed scenes and showed me masturbating Jody with her dildo, slipping it in and out of her fleshy pussy lips. It glistened and I could imagine her lying there in Chicago moving it around her pussy lips now. My hand tightened through the lacy panties covering my cock.

In the phone, there was no voice right now, but I could hear something. Movement? Brushing the phone against something? I wasn’t sure, but definitely movement. I could imagine her writhing, both hands on the dildo between her legs, or one hand on her clit the other thrusting the dildo. All the time she was holding the phone on her shoulder precariously. That must have been the sound.

“George has his dick positioned in the entry to your vagina.”

“Oh, god, yes!” she said. And then the phone was muffled against he body. “Careful. Don’t put it in, George. You can’t.. you can’t put it in.” she seemed to be cautioning. It was terrific acting, I thought.

“Are you ready for him?” I prompted.

“Oh god, yes, ready! Ahhhh! Oh! Yess .. feels so good.”

Silence. I could imagine the dildo slipping over her clit.

“Just an inch, then. To see what it would be like? OK? Ah .. h.h.h…h..h..h.” I could hear whispered sharp intakes of breath as the dildo slipped in. 

Her voice was hot in my ear. My hand was flying over my cock now, the nylon panty soft and silky against my raging cock head. The head was a red flash above the black panty.

“Ohmigod. No, not ..” she sounded muffled again.

“Ohhh, George, ohhhhh, George, it’s going in. Let me see. Want to watch. Ohhhh. I didn’t think .. didn’t think I could .. Ohhhh. It’s splitting me apart!”

“Is George big?” I could imagine. The dildo was pretty real and pretty big too.

“Yesss. ..” a long pause, “yesss. Big. Long. Uhhh. (sigh) Deep. (sigh) So deep. There. Leave it in a minute, George. Leave. It. In. Me.”

There was the sound of movement again; the phone had fallen from her shoulder, I think as she thrust the big dildo in and out rapidly. I heard the jagged sound of her breath matching my own as my body tensed. I felt the sperm building in my balls and then the heat of it shooting up the length of my cock and then one high spurt which landed hot and sharp on my chest. The second was a low fountain and spilled down over my fist and onto Jody’s black nylon panty. Then more; smaller spurts of the white opalescent fluid slithered over my fist

“Cumming! Cumming! Oh, George! Don’t cum in me, George. I’m ohhhh, I’m oh,oh,oh,oh, ahhhh. Oh, George, it was wonderful, it was so hot inside, .. ..” I heard her kiss her hand, pretending it was George. The phone rattled as she fumbled to get hold of it again. 

“Jack? Jack? Did you cum too? It was so good, I can’t believe it!”

“Yes, me too.”

“Thank you, .. BOTH .. I am going to sleep so good now…” she purred. “Was I pretty good at play-acting tonight? 

“Yes, you were .. .. delightful. A regular Meryl Streep! Good night!” 

“Night!” she said softly. Her voice had that good, tired sound to it. It was the sound of a woman who has been well and completely fucked and is ready to snuggle her way to sleep.

She hung up the phone. The videotape had run out and was rewinding. I wiped my chest with her panties. Then, on a whim, I decided to leave the damp soiled panties in her panty drawer as a reminder of our play-acting. I opened the drawer and folded the little garment and looked for the right place to leave it. 

But before I had decided, a black case on top of the jewelry box caught my eye. Curious, I opened it. I stood staring at the object for what seemed like minutes. I fondled the black panty in one hand and the object in the other. 

It was Jody’s dildo. . She normally kept it tucked deep under her panties for safekeeping. What was it doing lying here on top of the dresser? 

I looked at my crestfallen face in the mirror. 

“Then, what was that in Chicago?” I said quietly, to no one there.

Saturday Morning:

The alarm shattered the morning air. There was a hint of the sun about to appear over the horizon. My tee time was for 6 AM and we had an hour’s drive to get there. Still groggy, I looked in the mirror and decided I could slide by without shaving. It felt kind of good. A horn beeped once in the drive. 

“I hear you’re batching it for the weekend?” Morrie muttered. “Must be nice! Get to do whatever the hell you want for the whole weekend! Wish to hell mine would leave town once in awhile!”

“Shut up and drive!” I laughed. Besides, I don’t get the whole weekend.”

“Ah, she left assignments?”

I had the whole weekend to do whatever I wanted to do. Well, all except for Saturday night. When George and Jody won the trip to the ballet weekend, they had also auctioned themselves off to serve as waiter and waitress at a party. As luck would have it, the party fell on the same weekend. Jody had made a deal with Monica Fitzgerald to stand in for her, and of course, I was an automatic fill in for George. At the time, it didn’t seem so bad, might even be a little fun, I had thought. But now, it suddenly seemed like a big blot on an otherwise perfect weekend.

“Monica and I were auctioned off to be bartender and waitress for the Dwayne Callahan’s party. Tonight’s the night.”

“Monica? THE Monica? Monica down the street? Monica with the cute caboodle?”

“ I think you have her pegged, Morrie. I didn’t think you harbored lustful thoughts like that,” I answered. A slight smile curved the corners of my mouth. It occurred to me that it might not be all that much of a disaster after all.

Morrie whistled and leered. “And Jody knows all about this? Jeeze you must live right!”

“Know about it? Know about it? She set it up! Watch the road, OK?”

“Let me understand this. Jody is off to Chicago with your best friend. She sets you up with the beautiful divorcee neighbor. Am I missing something in life? Where did I go wrong?” he said, making wide swinging gestures of his arms.

“Yeah, sure, what, you want me to go spend a weekend in Chicago going to the Ballet three times and listening to lectures on tutu design?”

Morrie chuckled deep in his throat. “Do you think there is such a thing as too much trust in a marriage?” He thought that was wildly funny.

We played Fenwick Glen, an up and coming championship course built only a couple years ago. The fairways were slightly nicer than the greens at our regular club, so it was a great day of golf. I even started to enjoy the sand traps that I got to know so well. A leisurely lunch left us with time to play another nine holes and still be back in my own driveway by 4PM. There was plenty of time to prepare for the evening.

I was surprised to see that there was no message on the machine. Now why should that bother me? For some reason, I expected to find another check-in sort of message from Jody. I stared at the phone as I downed a beer, and wondered why on earth I was feeling, what .. left out? …. Concerned? What was it. I put it aside. 

The fun on the phone last night had left me a little unnerved though when I found the dildo Jodie said she had with her was on the dresser in our room. 

“It’s ridiculous. She doesn’t have a devious bone in her body!” I said it with conviction, and downed the rest of the beer on the way up to the shower. “Ridiculous!” I said again.

The hot water felt refreshing and the steam poured from the shower s tall as I stood relaxing and shaving under the forceful spray. I sang a few bars of “Aquarius” enjoying the sound of my voice echoing off the tile walls.

“Not a devious bone in her .. . but, it’s almost as if I was meant to find that case .. ..” I muttered.

There was still no message on the voice mail. Standing naked in front of her kitchen desk, I rummaged for the itinerary she had left in case of emergency. “It should have the hotel’s number,” I muttered. At last, I found it on the counter by the stove instead, and dialed the number of the Weston. 

“Can I have Mrs. Ryan’s room, please.” I was ready with a witty opening line, just waiting for her to answer the phone. I stood waiting eagerly for her voice. It rang seven times and the operator broke in.

“I’m sorry, there’s no answer? Would you like to leave a voice mail?” she volunteered sweetly.

“Yes, .. .. uh, no! Thanks. Never mind.” I said, and slammed the receiver down. I looked at the clock and realized that they probably had gone directly from the Matinee to dinner. Probably some ritzy place on Michigan Avenue, I thought. “They’ll spend my money on wine that is over-goddam-priced and get all giggly at my expense!” I laughed at the irony and thought that they were probably saying the same thing to each other across the crisp white tablecloth and having a good laugh about it too. 

“The hell with them, if they aren’t keeping me informed, why should I leave messages all over hell for them?” I jogged up the stairs to dress. “I’ll show them, I’ll have a good time tonight too!”

I cruised down the block and found Monica ready and waiting at her front door. She smiled a toothy smile and drew one long leg after the other into my Mercedes. Her skirt was split up the center and I watched as she formed a delightful little valley between crossed legs whispering in black nylon.

“Holy Cow, Monica. Holy Cow! You’ll knock them dead!” I grinned.

“I try to do my best, with what little I have, Chad!” she laughed. I really like Monica and she is one very sexy lady to boot.

Dwayne had a frequently exaggerated reputation for throwing wild parties. The rumors were rampant about wild sex sessions, wife-swapping, you name it, I have heard it. In fact the truth is much less dramatic. Still, the parties were big splashes, and I am sure that there had been plenty of sex involved. Just not as much as the rumor mill liked to think was going on.

Dwayne was an investment banker and bought and sold companies that could be fixed and sold off after improvements were made. As a result, he had a bit more freedom than most people; and a hell of a lot of money to do it with.

The house sat on about 30 acres in the swanky side of town, with a large gate between brick pillars and a long curving driveway that led to a house that must have been 10,000 spare feet. You entered into a wide-open space that must have totaled 60 feet by 60 feet divided up for a formal dining room, kitchen, Living Area and a smaller dining room that was off the kitchen. Some people would call it a breakfast nook, but it was pretty fancy.




Strawberries For Dessert Ch. 06



Monica and I arrived an hour before the party and began helping the caterer set the bar and familiarize ourselves with the house and the layout. We would be serving drinks and then bring in the dinners for about 24 people. Monica had been to one or two of these parties and so was filling me in on the details.

“We’ve never been to one of these, Monica. How much truth is there to the rumors of wild sex parties?” I asked.

Monica gave me an arch look, her wide red lips pulling back over nice white teeth that looked like they had had a lot of money spent on making them beautiful. 

“What have you heard?” she asked, and then giggled a little.

“Oh, everything, from wife swapping to whips and chains, I guess. I’m kind of looking forward to finding out at last. I assume the reports are fairly exaggerated. “

“None that I have heard were,” she said. I could feel her eyes on me and I could tell she was grinning and waiting for me to react..

“I think I can talk Dwayne into having the hired-hands join in if you like?” she said.

“Not, really. Just curious. Like to know what I am getting into.” I laughed.

“Why Jack, you know if you blow in my ear, I’ll follow you anywhere.”

“How can I lead, I don’t know where the goodies are?” I said.

“I might even lead, if you are nice to me.” She said, her hand squeezing my arm as her giggles broke out again.

“You’re not going to tell me, are you? 

“Oh, I might take you on a tour if we get a free moment.” She said. “There is one special recreation room that I know of. You might .. be ..” she trailed of and said no more.

Monica’s smile did not diminish all the way to the party. 

“Speaking of sex parties, what do you hear from the Ballet Study Group?” she asked.

“You’re pulling my chain, aren’t you?” I laughed. “To tell you the truth, I’m a little miffed at the Ballet groupies! They didn’t leave me a phone message since the one when they had just arrived. I tried their hotel, and no answer! So, I’m unreasonably mad at them. It’s nothing, I just thought there would be a message when I got back from golf.” I grinned sheepishly across at Monica’s big grin.

“Oh, not worried enough to skip golf, eh?”

“Ah, about that special room?” I tried to get her back on my subject.

Monica re-crossed her legs and gave me another 4 inches of black nylon pantyhose to look at.

“Well, it is mostly just a bit of a kidder, but there are bondage contraptions and it does look like a dungeon, sort of..” She laughed again and stared curiously at me. “We went to a small dinner party that was actually held in that room. It was really kind of fun. You have to bring your sense of humor. Also your sense of, being humiliated has to be left behind. Apart from that, it’s pretty straight.”

“Really? No kidding?”

“Yep!” she nodded emphatically, the smile still on her pretty face. “Interested?”

“How can I answer that?” I said.

“Say yes.”

I thought about it. “Yes?”

“If I show it to you, you have to be, .. .. willing to do .. whatever I tell you to do, Jack?”

“Are you kidding me?”

She just smiled, and said nothing more.

I grinned sheepishly at the road ahead.

Neither spoke until we drove up the huge drive and circled around to the side of the house where the caterer’s trucks were unloading.

I opened the door for Monica and got a lovely whiff of her perfume as she stood close and slipped a long fingernail along the buttons of my tuxedo shirt. She was still grinning infectiously. Her breasts were pushed up by into a lovely vista above her snug blouse like a serving wench.

Since we were volunteer servants, Monica and I were a part of the fun. Since we weren’t employed, we felt pretty free to have a few drinks ourselves. We joked about the bartender’s mistakes that had to be drunk by the bar tender and his faithful wench.


While the dinner guests were filling their stomachs we had a lull in activities.

“Now tell me the truth about that special room. I think you are pulling my leg.”

“Do you agree to the conditions?” She said impishly.

“OK, yes, I will be your slave.”

Monica went off to deliver a tray of glasses to the table. I watched her sway across the room in that long skirt, and stop behind our host, Dwayne. He paused in his conversation and leaned back in his chair. I saw his eyes find me through the doorway, then nod and turn to Monica with a smile. His hand went to his pocket to fetch something, which he pressed into Monica’s hand. Still holding her hand, he whispered something into her ear. She nodded and moved on, slipping one hand into the slash pocket of the black skirt.

“Follow me, slave.” She murmured seductively. Monica took my hand, making it feel like we were co-conspirators and led me down the hall.

I followed her to a hidden door. She pressed it and a spring lock sprang it open to reveal a staircase. I followed her perfume down the steep circular staircase as quietly as I could.

“I could ask Dwayne to include us in the festivities? What would you say to that?”

“I think I want to see it first.”

“Chicken,” she giggled.

At the bottom of the stairs she removed a key from the slash pocket of her skirt and inserted it in a door. Monica reached around the door jam and clicked a light switch. We stepped into a large room that looked a little like a gym. Several apparatus’ hung from the ceilings and walls. And there were spears and things hanging on the walls. A set of stocks stood at once end with room to hold two prisoners. 

I laughed softly and rolled my eyes at her. Then we strolled around the room and I examined each item with wonder. I couldn’t even figure out how you would use some of them for anything, certainly not anything that had to do with pleasure as I had know it in the past. I had the feeling I was in for a mind-expanding experience.

“We don’t have enough time to completely educate you, Jack, so I will give you a single sample of the pleasures of the chamber. Do you wish to back out of your promise?”

“ Uh, .. no, I guess not. Lead on, mistress.”

She led me to the stocks and raised the bar so that I could put my neck and hands in the holes. She dropped the bar and locked it, leaving me standing, but bent over at 90 degrees. A projector bombarded me with erotic color photos, some quite abstract, others arty like Georgia O’Keefe’s flower paintings, and many more of beautifully photographed female and male genitalia, all looking well lubricated and hot. I kept laughing, and wondering where she had disappeared.

Monica returned wearing a black leather hood over her face and carrying a mean-looking whip. I could see her smile beneath the mask and so was not afraid. 

“Ready?” She asked.

“Lead on,” I said, quite certain that the whip was just a prop

She put a blindfold over my eyes. I felt her hands reached around my waist from behind and felt soft thighs snuggle close behind my own. But then I had a shock. I felt my belt loosened and let out a mild scream of surprise. Her hands fiddled with my button and then she slipped my zipper down and dropped my pants. Words escaped me. I was helpless, held by the stocks.

I felt the whip tease against my thighs. She drew it up between my legs and insinuated it against my balls, and then pushed it sexily between my buttocks. And then came the real surprise. Starting with light little spanks, the whip was slapped across my ass and thighs, as I protested with increasing concern. I was still being a good sport through all of this though.

Her fingernails tickled my sides as she looped them into my shorts and yanked them down too. Then she gave me three stinging blows to the buttocks. I confess that I had found my sexual stimulation growing with each blow, and these simply made it more clear to me that this w as erotic fun after all. I would never have guessed I could say that.

Monica pulled my shorts up my hairy legs and brushed over my expectant erection with gentle touch of a lover. She gripped it firmly, for one good squeeze, then giggled and pulled my pants up, tucked me in, and zipped my pants. 

She unlocked the stocks and removed the blindfold. I stood up and immediately rubbed my ass firmly, trying to calm the stinging sensation. My face felt beet red and I could do nothing but laugh with her. She pressed close and offered her lips for a kiss. I put my arms around her and pressed her close, enjoying those perky breasts against my chest. Monica soothed my ass with a few light strokes across my buns.

“Now, my slave, “ she said quietly, “turn-about is fair play.”

“What?” I said in a shocked tone.

She nodded and looked up at me expectantly.

True to her word, Monica, Monica with the great Caboodle, (as Morrie had said), bent over and placed her neck and hands in the stocks.

“Hurry!” she said.

I fumbled the bar across her neck and hands, and locked it in place. 

“Monica, I’m not sure I can do this.” I began.

“But, I want you to, Jack. Please.”

Reluctantly, I took the whip and then blindfolded her as she had done me.

Behind the stocks, I turned the switch that turned on the videos or erotic images and the strange eerie music. There I was, staring at the lovely Caboodle of my neighbor.

Not knowing what else I could do, I reached around her, pressing my still-rigid cock right in the split between her buttocks and held myself in happy conjunction with her as I removed her belt and fumbled for the catch on her skirt. Too soon, it came away in my hands and I had to back away from her warmth. In fact, the combination of Monica’s soft ass against my cock and the still-evident sting where she had pummeled my bare ass with her whip, was indeed quite sensual.

Now I was looking at black pantyhose and very long lovely legs. She wore pink panties that were more like a thong, so her ass cheeks were a sight to behold. It was lovely. She whimpered. That almost turned me away. I couldn’t do it.

“Please, master,” she said, “please punish me!”

I followed the ritual she had demonstrated, sliding the whip between her legs and up along her bulging pussy, then pressed it deep between her buttocks, still encased prettily in pantyhose. I gave Monica a few light slaps on the back of her thighs and bottom. She squirmed luxuriously under my lashes.

Suddenly I was getting into it. I reached for the waistband of her pantyhose and slipped them down those beautiful feminine legs until they formed a pool at her feet. As I knelt there, the scent of her aroused sex mixed with her perfume and I lingered, gazing at her bottomthat looked comfortable and sensual. I hated to mark it with a whip, but those were the rules.

Very lightly I drew it across her ass, then smacked her sharply with it. Her cheeks seemed to flinch, but the moan from her lips was tinged with pleasure. I repeated the blow three more times and then stopped. True to the ritual, I took the pleasure of pulling her pantyhose up her legs, trying to keep them taut and even as I did so. I kissed her bottom;I couldn’t resist. 

“Mmmmmmm,” Monica moaned., “Nice.”

I slipped the skirt up her long legs and snapped it in place and moved around the front to release her. I removed the blindfold and watched her smile broaden as I hugged her and then kissed her full on the lips. The tips of Monica’s tongue met mine.

“You only forgot one thing. Very good, master.”

I followed her back up the stairs, with a quizzical look. We slipped back behind the bar and put aprons on to see if anyone wanted more wine. My cock was still slightly swollen but not obvious. 

“What did I forget?”

“Don’t you remember?”

“No.”

“Keep thinking about it! I’ll never tell!” she said.

I kept thinking about it, but I didn’t figure it out.

We were welcomed back to the main dining room by big smiles. The wine must have been sinking in, because they all seemed very kind toward us. Even more than before dinner. I chalked it up to the mellow feeling a big meal and lots of wine.

During the rest of the evening, when we were both behind the bar, Monica and I exchanged the knowing smiles of conspirators. It was deeply sensual being close to her now. Something about feeling the sting of the whip still tingling on my ass was very erotic. It seemed tied to my nipples, my cock by some unknown central nerve running all around my body. If Monica touched me in passing, it was transmitted to all these sites in a long wave across my most erogenous zones. 

“It made you feel aroused, didn’t it?” she asked. 

“Yes, very,” I admitted, my voice huskily giving away the secret that being close to Monica was very sexy to me indeed.

“And it is continuing to keep you feeling sexy, right?” she whispered.

I nodded.

“Me too,” she said, her warm smile emphasizing her feelings. “That’s the purpose.”

For the rest of the evening, we would touch and lightly clasp hands. It seemed to be a sort of camaraderie of having been through something together, even though it was entirely self-inflicted.

Our time was up at 1AM and Monica and I left by the back door and walked to my car in the cool night air. The party roared on. 

“Will some of them visit the room?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said simply, as if there were no question at all. “Not all, but some will.”

I looked at her but she said nothing more.

“By the way,” I said as we drove down Chandler’s Lake 

Road, “what did I leave out?”

“I told you I would never tell,” she said smugly.

“But, .. you really have to tell me, Monica. .. .. Well then, a hint, perhaps?”

She smiled and ran her slim hand along my cock.

I was surprised and recoiled. Then the light came on. Her ritual had included a lingering fondle of my cock. I had forgotten to do the same. It was a lovely hint.

We drove in silence after chuckling at her hint and my obtuse behavior.

“Any chance of going back and doing that part of the ritual to make up for my omission?”

“I thought you’d never ask, Jack,” she said quietly, her voice dripping seduction in every word. She was staring straight ahead, but when I looked at her, she turned toward me and smiled that lovely smile. 

“Isn’t there a lake overlook out here someplace? It’s too pretty to go home without unwinding a bit, don’t you think?” she asked.

I turned at the next road and rumbled down the rutted lover’s lane. It was the same place and the same moon, it occurred to me where Jody and I had parked a few weeks ago.

“It’s amazing how the erotic effect of those lashes linger.” I said lamely.

“I think it has something to do with whom you are with, too,” she said, much more smoothly than I had said it.

We took a little walk along the lake. The moon was full and bright and shimmered across the lake. We stopped to turn back under the dark shad of a tree and just turned naturally into each other’s arms and stood kissing, very wet kisses for awhile. I smoothed my hand lightly across her bottom, thinking that it might rekindle the sting of the whip from an erotic point of view. Monica purred against my lips.

Folklore and most stories about sex pretend that the man does the seduction. I don’t think it is true at all. If a woman has decided to fuck you, and you are standing in the right place at the right time, and don’t do anything to screw it up, you get lucky, (as the saying goes). I doubt if there has ever been a seduction by a man without the decision already being made in advance by the woman. That’s just my opinion, of course.

“Let’s go back,” she said abruptly, and pulled me by the hand. Back at the car, she got immediately into the back seat and waited for me. I hardly thought of anything, let alone that I was married and shouldn’t do this. I just followed along and got in beside Monica, who came willingly into my arms, lying across my lap. She put the hand she was holding under her breast and I began fondling her nipple.

“I think the time limit for make-ups on the ritual is about two hours, Jack. Dutifully, I slipped my hand down her inner thigh, feeling the sleek pleasure of her stockings and the warmth between her firm thighs. I slipped my hand deeper under her skirt, and felt Monica part her legs slightly for me.

“Mmmmm, that’s better, master,” she said against my tongue. “That makes the pain go away.”

“Mmmmnnh hmmmm,” I said, eagerly tasting deep warm flavors inside her mouth as my fingers fondled the soft womanly folds under her pantyhose.

“I think that I’m still not quite right. You did this after you took my pants off," I whispered in her ear.

She sighed and purred: “Yes, that would be right.”

Inspired, I dug my fingers into the crotch of the pantyhose, struggling to break through. Her hand came between us to offer a sharp-pointed fingernail. A hole opened and I slipped my finger in to feel how wet she was. I tugged hard and the pantyhose split. I yanked and pulled as Monica waited patiently. At last I could get my entire hand inside and cup her mound. My finger pressed her panties aside and slipped into a waiting pool of moisture. 

We were laughing at my struggle against the tough nylon.

“God, it is so long since anyone tore them off me, Jack. You make me feel so goddam sexy!” she said, her breath hot in my ear. 

She pressed her tongue into my ear and squirmed a little more against my exploring hand. Her mound was smooth, no hair at all. She must have shaved just before she went out to night, I thought. 

“I agree, you DO feel sexy.”

“I thought you’d like that!” she said, sexily. Did that mean she had planned this, I wondered.

I felt Monica’s hand on my zipper once again and helped as she fished my cock out. And so, there we sat in the moonlight, my fingers teasing her pussy, two fingers now inside her, and her hands slowly and gently jacking up and down my throbbing member.

“Did I hurt you tonight?” she whispered.

“Yes, still stings, nicely, thank you!” I replied. “I forgive you though.”

“Me too. We should be soothing each other’s wounds though, don’t you think?”

Monica sat up, and I felt her breasts brush past my lips as she straddled me and snuggled into my lap. Her pussy welcomed my cock as she guided it along her soft, wet lips and slipped slowly down over it. She was snug and warm and wet; and it was heavenly. I lifted her breasts out of the constraints of her bra and rolled them in my hands. Her breasts were not as huge as the push-up bra had suggested, but they were lovely, nice sized breasts crested with dark aureoles and pointed nipples. 

There was so much about Monica to enjoy that I had trouble deciding where to touch her next. I pulled her against me and reached around to soothe and caress her bottom. Touching lightly, my hands played across her soft, sensual buns. Monica did the same for the site of my wounds, as her pussy moved in tight little circles on my cock.

“Mmmmm, lovely.” she whispered into my ear.

I could feel the tight sleeve of her cunt around the shaft of my cock as we began thrusting in coordinated harmony. 

“OH, yes,” I said, appreciatively.

She began moving faster and I pressed hard up into her body, holding tight to her bottom, and helping her move on my cock..

“Oh, Jack, .. .. it’s .. so good! Ohh uhhh uhhhn, yes. Fuck me Jack.” She said, in tight urgent little words. I felt my body tense at the same time as Monica began bucking hard against me. I came first and had to hold on as long as possible to let her cum too. At last, she slumped against me.

“I think we have both been wanting that for a long time, Jack.” she moaned into my ear.

‘It was worth the wait, Monica. Thanks for the lovely evening. Full of surprises!” I marveled.



Strawberries For Dessert Ch. 07



Chapter 07: Masseuse

Sunday Afternoon

I got home from golf, hurrying to make time for a shower before Jody got home. I was thinking of a quiet dinner at home, assuming she would have had enough dining out in the past four days. I was looking forward to having some time together. I put the bottle of our favorite wine down on the counter on my way past and then heard the beep of the voice mail. Suspiciously, I pressed the play button.

Phone Message: Hi sweetheart! We're still having a terrific time, honey. The Firebird was spectacular, and the lectures and recitals have been wonderful. Thanks so much for letting me do this. I mean, all of this. George has been wonderful and I've been to dinner at the nicest places, places he said you guys go when you're on the road. Boy, you are going to have trouble convincing me how hard the life of a traveling man is! (Laughter, George in the background and Jody.) Anyway, George knows this massage service and one of the masseuses is really sweet. We met her in the hotel lobby. She's going to show me how to give you a special massage. She is free tonight, so, if it's all right with you, .. and be honest, now. You've been really good about this so far, so tell me if you want me to skip it and come home. Otherwise, we will stay an extra night and she will come and show me how to do it. What is it called George? In- house? In-call? Something like that. Anyway, leave a message if it's not OK, otherwise that's the new plan. Home tomorrow night for sure! We have another recital in 30 minutes, so we are off and running. Bye, hon! Love ya."

I listened to the final beep and then a message from the lawn service and sat down heavily at the kitchen counter. I shook my head sardonically, but a grudging smile came over my face as I accepted fate. They had teamed up on me; my best friend and my best wife. Dinner was a choice of Wendy's or KFC for me! 

I tried calling the hotel, but they were out again. And so, I left a message saying it was a great idea and telling her to have a good time. I was in no position to complain at this point since it had all been my idea in the first place. 

Monday Night

"Honey! I'm home!" Jody's voice rang out from the front door.

I quickly came downstairs to see her smiling up at me from the bottom of the steps.

'Hi! How was it?" I asked.

Her lips covered mine and she pressed close before answering. Then she leaned back in my arms and, with a big smile, said, "Not bad!" and then laughed.

"Not bad! Right!" I said smiling. "Meaning great, eh?"

"Meaning GREAT!" She nodded enthusiastically.

I slipped my arm under her legs, picked her up, and headed up the stairs.

"Wow, I may do this more often! Look what a little absence has done for my lover?" She said, biting my ear lobe.

I carried her into the bedroom and dropped her on the bed. She was wearing a tailored green-striped dress that looked new and expensive. Her heals were white with pointed toes and a single ankle strap that made her ankles look even more shapely. Her skirt was half way up her thighs and I glimpsed smooth thigh up under the skirt. I slipped my hand along that thigh and found her panty-covered mound.

"Better let me take this off, darling, if you're going to roughhouse!" She giggled.'

"Never mind! "I growled in her ear, and then began nibbling lustily.

"Want to hear about the trip?"

"Yes." I continued fondling her, enjoying the sensation of light nylon over the cushioning patch of hair at her mound. I put my wet tongue in her ear and traced the folds. Jody's body arched with pleasure.

"Well, 'Firebird' was exceptional. It was danced by... " she began.

"Leave out the Ballet!" I muttered.

She giggled under my tickling tormenting tongue. My fingers slipped past the panty panel guarding her moist nest.

Oh, .. you mean, .."

"You nearly drove me crazy with that phone call, you devil!"

"Me? Surely not, Jack. I thought that was your phone call!" She laughed. "I was a good actor, wasn't I? I'm getting as good as you!" Jody slipped her hand between us and fondled my cock.

"Very good, " I assured her.

"That was a delicious phone call, darling, " she said, "I had a very good orgasm. It was... oh, wonderful!"

I squeezed her mound hard and pressed one finger between gloriously wet pussy lips.

"Jody, .." I paused. "I found your vibrator here, .."

"Yes?" She said, waiting for me to go on.

"Uhhhh, .. does that mean, .." I stopped hoping she would fill in the gaps and tell me whether my unspoken question of what exactly, .. or who... had been inside where my finger was now?"

She pulled back and looked into my eyes with a grin.

"Honey, .. have you thought about that question? Really want to ask?" She said. "You did enjoy our phone call? Sometimes the whole truth, .. what shall I say, .. can spoil the illusion?"

I thought about that. Wondering how many questions I wanted to answer myself, considering the night I spent with Monica as a bartender.

"Where exactly was George, .." I began again.

"Oh, Jack, that feels, .. so good. Keep doing that!" 

I continued playing in the softest, warmest, sweetest playground in the world, and melted at the way Jody closed her eyes and smiled in total pleasure.

"Ahhhhhh! Daaaarllling! You are the most, .. yes there, .. most delightful lover, ever!" Mmmhhhh!" She sighed.

I was happy to continue slipping two fingers in to the wonder of the soft moist folds between her thighs. She always felt so fresh and new to me, I could have continued all night. But Jody pulled me over on top of her and I felt her pussy against the head of my cock. We pressed tight against each other for a moment, and then she reached between us and teased herself with it for a moment before leading me to the entry.

"I'm sorry, darling, what was that question? I'll lost concentration for just a moment."

"No, .. another time, perhaps."

"As you like, darling, " she sighed. 

"Ohhh, .. ohhh, " I heard my voice as if it were underwater as I slipped into her welcoming pussy.

"How long do you suppose, .. ohhhhhh!"

"Hmmmm?" I said as began thrusting happily into her.

"How long has it, .. ahhhhh... ohhh... been since you made love to me, .. oh, yes... without taking my clothes off?"

"Or mine?"

"Yes, ss, ss... ss... ss!" She said, the words jagged, punctured by my dick.

I felt her high heels against my back and covered her mouth with mine. She began giggling while we fucked and I could feel the lovely sensation of her pussy vibrating on my cock. She looked into my eyes and held onto them as she met each thrust of mine with one of her own, perfectly coordinated for mutual pleasure. The rocking motion, softened by her lovely bottom, felt like a perfect swing suspended from the highest tree in a fragrant forest. We were breezing through the air together, first one lovely swing and then back, on silent ropes.

At last, she closed her eyes, tightened her legs around me and shuddered heavily against me.

"More! Give me... shove it in. Harder! Yessss! There! Fuck me darling, fuck me!" 

She shrieked the last words into my ear as her orgasm wracked her body. I felt my balls tighten, my toes straighten tensely and then the warm heavy cream of my sperm shot deep into Jody's receiving depths. Again and again, my pent up cum spurted, signaling the end of tension.

"Good you left my panties on to catch all that goodness, Jack, "she whispered, as her lips sucked on mine for a long, lingering minute.

Completely sated, I watched my beautiful wife walk toward the bathroom looking dressed for the evening, except that her dress was slightly wrinkled. She turned and winked before she closed the door.

When she came out, she carried her dress before her and walked to the closet. I ogled her bottom as she crossed to the dresser and bent to open a drawer. Her panties cupped and held her lovely cheeks; they snug and taut across the crease of her bottom. It was such a pretty sight, that I even felt my cock begin to recover. 

"Caught you looking!" She said, happily.

She turned a little and slipped the panties down her legs and snuggled into a fresh pair before joining me on the bed.

"OK, now I'm ready to hear all about it!" I said, getting out of bed and straightening my clothes.

"It was a great weekend, Jack, I really should thank you for letting me go. You know what good company George is, and he loves Ballet, too, " she began. 

She went over all the events and most of the meals during the next half hour or so. We drank a glass of wine and sat on the screened deck as the night fell around us.

"And the massage lesson?" I asked.

Jody began laughing. "It was fun! I can't wait to demonstrate what I learned. You wouldn't believe it! Well, maybe you would. Do you do massages when you are on the road? Never mind, don't answer!" She said.

"Well, tell me! How, .. what... what was the lesson?"

"Her name was Sherri and she was a gorgeous girl. She used George as a model and showed me several neat pressure points and things that make the body feel good. You're going to love it.! And then came the exciting part. Sherry said 'We always ask the client what he wants, a regular body massage to relax away the tensions of the day, or a complete massage, the deluxe version that makes sure that everything, EVERY body part is relaxed?' I said we wanted the whole thing. I thought poor George was going to swallow his Adams apple!" 

Jody scooted far back in the couch and laughed heartily.

"Oh my god, what happened then?"

"Well, if you want the whole thing, it makes sure you are relaxed down here." 

She reached and grabbed my cock and rolled my relaxed member between her fingers, leering at me all the time.

"And she demonstrated on George?"

"Yep. You should have been there!" She grinned, but said no more.

"You watched and took all this in?"

"Yes. But you will have to wait until I go shopping for oils and things before I can show you."

I tried to imagine the scene. What did she mean she watched the whole thing? I knew the final act of the massage was a well-oiled masturbation of the mail member. Sometimes it could be administered with more than the hand of the masseuse, too.

"Did you get a massage, too?" I asked.

"First I helped with George while Sherry taught me what to do."

"Did George have anything on?"

"You know better than that!" She leered once again. "A towel at first, " she added.

"And you got on the table next?"

"Yes. I had a towel over me for awhile too."

"And your answer to standard or full body massage?"

"Full! You know I don't go halfway with things!" She laughed.

"And George's answer?"

"He went all the way, too. I answered for both of us. But he seemed happy with my choice." Peals of giggling accompanied this comment.

"You know, I think I started all this, .. I guess, with my comments about trying new things and playing out fantasies. I'm wondering if that was all that wise? I have the feeling you may be making a point, teaching me a lesson even?"

"Well, in the beginning, ..yes, I guess that did occur to me, " she said thoughtfully, but, .. I am... I mean, I have to admit, .. that I am having fun now, .. I... "

"Maybe I have been foolish for pushing this. Maybe I should stop all that... hassling?" I said, tentatively. But she wasn't letting me off the hook so easily.

Jody looked at me for a long moment, then her eyes softened to a smile.

"It's OK, I'm OK, Jack. Let's keep on a bit. Don't you think? I mean, it's nothing that replaces what we have together, but I'm thinking that broadening our sensual activities is adding something, not taking it away. I think you have brought us something that is fun. I'm willing to... keep on... " Jody looked at me for some confirmation. I sensed an air of 'I gotcha' in her eyes.

I was surprised, taken slightly aback, not sure of my own position.

"OK, if you are sure, .." I said indecisively. The question I had about what had actually happened between George and Jody remained murky in my mind as I fell a sleep listening to the welcome sound of her soft breathing beside me.

Three weeks went by and I was cleaning Jody's car when I found shopping bags from a store I didn't recognize. Inside I found a slim book entitled 'Erotic Massage – Liberate Your Lover's Potential.' I admit laughing at the title, and opened another bag to find several bottles of colorful massage oils. There was also a display card that contained two medium sized vibrators shaped like penises. A package of latex gloves finished out the shopping list.

"I invited George to dinner tonight!" she said as I came into the house. "And I have some things for you to pick up, if you don't mind."

"OK, I can do it now. I cleaned your car, by the way." My face betrayed me, and Jody smiled knowingly.

"Got into my trunk, did you?"

"I couldn't help it, " I said defensively.

"Well, what I want you to pick up is reserved at the Sickroom Supply Center. I am all ready to demonstrate what I learned from Sheri."

To my surprise, I found two massage tables ready to be picked up at the medical apparatus store. I began unloading the SUV and Jody came to the door and directed me to our finished basement. I set up both tables and Jody directed exactly where she wanted them; close together in the middle of the large game room. She had put down a large plastic tarp on the floor under the tables. I shook my head and rolled my eyes at her, but said nothing. She grinned mischievously emitting a cackling little laugh. I suddenly realized from her flushed face that she was already excited about the evening before us.

George arrived and they entertained me with tales from their adventure together in Chicago over cooling drinks. I refilled glasses and Jody tended the dinner she had going. It was a nice relaxed evening, except for the edge of anticipation and questions in my mind about the massage tables in the basement. She had given no other hints about them after setting them up.

We had our usual post-dinner brandy in large snifters, swirling the dark liquid to warm it. Jody disappeared for a few minutes and suddenly George stopped in mid-sentence and stared openmouthed over my shoulder. Turning, I saw the reason, beautiful Jody was coming down the stairs wrapped in a white towel tucked in close to her breasts. Her long legs looked golden and wonderfully round and full below the towel. She held out two similar towels and smiled at us.

"I'm ready to display my massage skills. Anyone interested?"

She led the way downstairs and told us to undress and wrap the towel around ourselves while she prepared the room. When we entered, there was only candlelight and shadows on the walls cast by furniture and Jody's shape. The tables were about two feet apart, no more. There was a sheet rigged as a curtain, but pulled aside.

Jody's smile was captivating and she hugged both of us and gave each a peck on the cheek. She led us to the tables and stood waiting for us to lie on them. The tables were covered with a blanket and then a sheet, making it quite comfortable. Music played softly in the background; music I had never heard in our collection before; slightly otherworldly, if you know what I mean.

Jody covered my upturned ass with my towel and then turned to take George's towel and do the same for him. The shadows on the wall made me think of being in a huge comfortable cave. In the dim light, I, or should I say we, watched as Jody loosened her robe. Her lovely breasts jutted through the open robe, her nipples looking lovely and firm. Her breasts looked succulently ripe, the nipples a deep shade of pink. I could see the dark patch of curls at her mound and my mouth watered with passion. From her pockets, she took a bright red silk scarf and blindfolded me despite my grumbling protests. George did not complain but I was sure she did the same to him. 

"Quiet, now, shhhhhh... " she said quietly.

I felt her hand on the small of my back. For minutes that seemed like ages, we lay in the silence of nature. 

"Prepare your mind, .. make your body a receptor, .. ready for pleasure, sensual pleasure, .." Her voice trailed off. 

The music was soothing and I thought I might fall asleep. I heard the sound of her oiling her hands in the background and then the lightest of touches on my feet. She took each toe and worked her oily fingers around and between them and then advanced up my legs, kneading and smoothing with long slow strokes. She oiled her hands again and went away to do the same to George.

"Breathe slow and deep, .." I could hear George's heavy breathing, still tense with the experience. But at least, he knew what was coming, or so I imagined.

Her hands came back to my thighs and the tension dropped away under her hands. Again she turned away leaving me to my thoughts and the memory of her warm oily hands on my body. 

When she returned, I jumped slightly as her hand touched my inner thigh. It was only one hand this time. I could tell she stood between us, one hand on each of her subjects. I felt the awareness of her hand caressing George at the same time creep over me. My erection tightened under me. I relaxed as her fingers trailed up close to my balls, not quite touching, but her warmth tangible. Tickling motions of her fingers drifted along the cheeks of my ass; still just one hand.

She rubbed more deeply the buns of my ass with both hands and then moved to the small of my back with deep, forceful pressure. As she finished, she allowed her fingers to trail across the crease of my ass and down between my legs, touching my balls lightly. Her other hand was transitioning to George's ass, I assumed. My mind built on that image and my cock strained under me again. Her hand left me and I felt cool air on my balls as she turned to her other client. The music was soothing in my ears, disturbed only by George's breathing and occasional expressions of pleasure. 

"Feel good?" she said. George groaned in answer.

I heard her whisper something more, but couldn't make out the words she spoke.

"Mmm, how could I say no? You're wonderful, do you know that?" I heard George answer.. Jody giggled and I felt her hands on my back again, soothing and smoothing my muscles and drawing lines along my backbone leading up to my neck. I felt her lean forward and her breast press against my shoulder as she whispered.

"Do you agree to the full massage, or just the Standard Package?" She asked, suppressing a giggle. I could smell her perfume and it was lovely.

"I'll go all the way, please." I laughed.

"Shhhhhh, quiet." She soothed me. "Turn over now, please."

I rolled over and my cock stood straight up from my body. Jody trailed her hands down my chest, over my stomach, played in the hair around my cock and just barely touched my balls along the path to my feet. She worked the front of my legs, oiling and rubbing her way up my thighs until, once again, she was brushing my balls, almost accidentally.

Again she turned to George, leaving me highly aroused. I listened as the sounds of rubbing and moving came interlaced with moans from George's direction. I lay relaxing and wrestling my arousal under control again, the music floating over me like a cool breeze.

She returned to my table and her hands soothed and tickled my chest, rubbing my biceps, working all my muscles.

"You said the full treatment, right?" she whispered in my ear, blowing in it as she finished the word.

"Yes, " I gasped.

Her hands moved over my torso, slowly working down to my middle. She toyed with her finger in my navel and then combed the hair around my cock with long slender fingers before continuing. One hand slipped easily around my jutting cock. I felt it harden as she squeezed several times, then made one up and down jacking motion. 




Strawberries For Dessert Ch. 07



My first thought was that I would cum immediately, but she withdrew the hand and waited a moment. Her hand subtly moved over my torso, soothing me, quieting me, before beginning again. 

Her hand slipped warmly around my balls, fondling gently. And then the other hand took my cock once more in its grip, squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing. And then with a light grip, Jody moved her hand quickly up and down over the length of my cock twice, up down, up down; and then stopped before I came. 

My balls cried out for release, but her hands went back to caress my thighs and touch my nipples, drawing figure eights around them. I didn't think I could take more, but soon I became calm once more.

Again she returned to her task, hand cupping my balls, hand squeezing and releasing. She leaned and kissed the head of my cock for long seconds. Squeezing and releasing gently around my cock, then my pulse rose again as her hand raced up down, up down, up down; three times she jacked me. 

I thought surely I would shoot my cum to the ceiling, but she stopped again and her hands trailed along my thighs, touching inside and brushing my balls; leaving my rigid cock urgently jutting into the air.

Again she came close and I felt her hot mouth slip smoothly over my cock and hold me. 

Again I thought she would make me cum, but again she stopped and moved away. 

She took my cock and pressed it with two hands, flat against my stomach; and simply held it there, warmed by her hands. 

And then, she rolled my sensitive cock against my stomach. Rolled back and forth slowly; slowly. Slowly, slowly back and forth, with hands as soft and gentle as a mother's kiss.

My cock was cradled warm and oily, between my body and Jody's hands. If you try this yourself you will know how erotic the feeling was. 

I felt her kneel on the table and make room for her knees astride my body. Carefully she held my cock against my stomach. But this time Jody pressed it there not with her delicate hands, but with the wonderfully soft and expressive folds of her pussy. And there she sat, not moving, not bouncing, just warming me. The moist tender slit of her pussy found a perfect contact with the soft underbelly of my hard cock. 

Once again I was certain I would cum! But yet again she moved away and calmed me with hands lightly touching other parts of my body.

I didn't know what she was doing for a minute. But then I felt one side of the sheet and blanket pulled up and dropped in place around me; then the other side was wrapped over my body. My hands were folded on my chest, as if in a cocoon. She snuggled the blanket around me and fastened it with a pin or something. I felt her hairbrush my face, forming a curtain around our faces. 

"I'm saving you for later darling!" she whispered sexily in my ear. "Stay warm."

She whipped the blindfold off and I saw her smiling face. She kissed me softly on the lips and her tongue flicked into my mouth. Again I could see her shadow behind her on the wall; of the chairs and tables too, all lighted by the candle low on the hearth behind George. The room was bathed in a golden glow, a gloomy, golden glow.

She left me admiring her naked body while she pulled the curtain closed in front of the table, It blocked my view of the still blindfolded George. I relaxed inside my cocoon and longed for release from my highly pressurized balls. I closed my eyes briefly, telling myself to relax once again. Trussed up in the blanket as I was, only my head was movable. I closed my eyes a moment and when I opened again, my eyes fastened on the shadow figures outlined on the sheet before me. 

I could see quite clearly George's jutting cock. 

I could see Jody in profile, leaning toward him; her tits lush and full, swaying toward him as she whispered. 

Her lips kissed his and I could make out the outline of her arm massaging along his body. The kiss was brief and I heard them whisper almost silently, and yet the atmosphere made it sound dream-like, echoing quietly toward me. The candle flickered behind the shapes.

Jody turned toward his midsection and I had a view of his cock on the screen before me. Her hands were repeating the movements she had done to me, or so it appeared. Alternating squeezing and then quick up down strokes to his long cock. I heard him gasp as she finished the first course. 

Was this really happening? Or was she making it seem so for my benefit, to torment me, or give me pleasure? My eyes had stopped blinking as I watched the hands cupping his balls and performing their magical massage. Her hands repeated the ritual the same three repetitions as she had done for me. Each time George gasped in pleasure.

After the three jacking massages and the cool down after each one, I watched with rapt attention. Her head seemed to hover over George's cock, her hair hanging down and obscuring the image. My dear wife may have taken his cock in her mouth, but it was not possible to be sure. His cock disappeared behind a veil of her long hair draped over George's genitals. 

The impact on me was the same, whether simulated or real! My cock was hard and there was a strange sensation I didn't recognize in my stomach as I watched Jody's head move slowly up and down in time with George's moaning.

And then her breasts stood out clearly again as I watched her mount the just as she had mine. Her breasts were beautiful in profile, swaying comfortably as her hands tucked between their bodies. Slowly, carefully, lingeringly, she sank down to a comfortable seat on George's midsection. My throat was dry, watching.

It was a beautiful and wildly erotic shadow image.

George made a shuddering, moan of surrender and went quiet. Moments later, Jody appeared behind my head where I couldn't see her. The bright red blindfold flashed past and was fastened quickly over my eyes. I heard George groan and then get off the table heavily. The two of them moved away. I heard the shower from the bathroom, then muffled conversation and peals of laughter. My cocoon was warm and safe and so I lay there, trying to relax. My erection even subsided to semi-hard.

There was more movement; more whispers; and then 

The blanket and sheet were unwrapped from my body. I gasped as Jody's hand grasped my cock and pressed it warmly against my stomach and then licked the head with a tongue, active and pointed. I was hard in an instant. She squeezed it in her warm oily hand. Then she did that wonderful up down, up down, up down, up down stroke four times until I was again on the verge of spurting cum all over her.

The table moved slightly as she straddled me. I reached and found her big breasts, all slippery and oily. Happily I began squeezing their ripe lovely softness. 

Jody raised her hips and knee-walked forward. Slowly, she moved the head of my cock up and down the oiled slit between her legs. Over and over, she teased herself and me with the wet movement that included her clit, her pussy and even the dark nub of her asshole in teasing arc of my cock. 

She positioned her body over the hard shaft and smiled into my eyes. Her hair haloed her pretty face in candlelight. And then, her eyes never dropping mine, she sank slowly, softly, and gracefully till she touched the moist head of my cock.

The tight ring of muscles went over the bulging, tingling head, paused, and then sank happily downward until she could press her pussy lips flat against my pubic bone. 

I heard her gasp of pleasure join my own ass she fell forward onto my body. Her breasts were wonderfully soft and her stomach felt delicious against mine. Her lips kissed mine and her tongue slipped into my mouth. Her pelvis made magic around a hub of my hard, sensitive cock.

"Oh, darling, you feel wonderful!" she murmured. "I love you!"



Strawberries For Dessert Ch. 08



Chapter 08 - Surprise Party

"Hi, I'm back. How've you been?" 

"George, we're great. How was China?" I looked across the room at Jody and watched the little smile grow in excitement. She stood up, made a half step toward me, then just stood expectantly beside the table. I watched her fiddle with the button of her neat red blouse and wondered if it was mild sexual body language or just a nervous habit. 

"Exhausting. Just exhausting. I'm in dire need of someone who speaks my language and also someone who looks beautiful and American. Any chance of buying dinner for the two of you?"

"George wants dinner, ... what do you say?" Her smile broadened into a happy grin.

"I think you got a 'yes' there, buddy, here's my social secretary." Jody reached for the phone, swept her hair away from her ear, and cuddled it against her ear.

"George! You're back. We've missed you, ... I've missed you!" She leered at me and winked. "Sure, love to! I want to hear all about it. What's it been, three weeks? Or four? Great, Costello's will be fine, haven't been there in a while. That will be terrific, see you at 6:30, then. I'm so excited, George, I miss by big old honey bear when you are gone," she laughed. 

The rest of the day, I noticed that Jody was distinctly happier, her smile coming easily. From the corner of my eye, I noticed her staring out the window and then watched the smile come. Her gaze turned downward, as if some secret thought had come to mind and she didn't want to share it. I know it is a silly thing to say, but I could not keep my mind from wondering if her thoughts were already making her moist in that secret place between her legs. I pondered the meaning of my preoccupation with the thought that Jody might be thinking sexual thoughts about my best friend. I was still unsure exactly what our behavior means these past months, but I cannot deny the secret pleasures it has brought. Even the thought of our pleasures could make me excited and yet, slightly uneasy about where it would all lead. I hope where it leads is not someplace I don't want to end up. 

"I say, ... I'm off for my shower." She said a second time. 

My reverie had kept me from registering the first comment. "Oh, yeah, 'bout that time, I guess." 

When I came out of my shower I found Jody sitting in front of her mirror, putting on lipstick. Her breasts looked like lovely melons pressed upward by her bra into a cleavage that was inviting and open. Her breasts are delightful, and in this French-cut bra they looked incredibly charming. I leaned over her and scooped my hands into her bra and fondled them while inhaling the fresh clean scent of her body.

"Mmmmm, Would you believe me if I told you to stop that?" she murmured.

"Don't think I could stop anyway," I said, my hands slowly, erotically squeezing and feeling her velvety skin and the silken delicacy of her bra. I slipped my tongue along her ear.

"You better stop that. We don't have time and you will muss me up anyway." She put her hands over her bra and squeezed my trapped hands for a moment and then urged me out of her underwear. 

As I dressed, I watched her pull nylons over her legs and clip them to little suspenders that drifted down from panties that I had never seen before. Something new and very sexy, panties with stockings attached to panties by sexy little ribbons made a sensuous sight, the dark bands around her thighs highlighting the firm elegance of her legs.

She slipped a simple black dress over her head and I watched as the push-up bra disappeared first, and then the black panties and finally the stockings. She turned to let me zip the back of her dress and I slipped my hands around under the dress for one last feel. Jody giggled and trapped my arms under hers for a moment and then pulled away for me to complete my task.

George honked the horn as he drove into our driveway and was on his way to the door as Jody hurried down the sidewalk into his waiting arms. Their embrace was theatrical and multiple kisses took a minute or so before he turned and held out his hand to take mind.

"Good to see you, Jack, did you keep things under control while I was away?"

"You mean with Jody or the office?" I grinned.

"Well, both!" He laughed.

We laughed all the way to the restaurant as we caught up on the past weeks' activities. I'm sure that both George and I noticed the split in the dress gave an enticing glimpse of dark stocking top as Jody snuggled between us in the front seat of the car. I longed to slip my hand between the rich tan of the nylon, but I restrained myself, only dropping my hand to rest on her thigh possessively for a moment or two. Jody dropped her hand on top of mine reassuringly.

At the table, George told tale after tale of the events in his visit to China. The booth was semi-circle and Jody sat happily between us, drinking in the stories and laughing at his jokes.

"Speaking through an interpreter is such a strain! I can't tell you what a pleasure it is to relax with you two," George said once again. Jody hugged his arm and kissed his cheek in reply. "Mmmmm, I especially like the way you talk, pretty lady!"

"And by the way, I brought a gift to match your beauty!" George pulled a small thin box out of his pocket and handed it to Jody. The box bore the name Mikimoto in elegant gold letters. 

"Oh, George, it is beautiful!" Jody exulted. She held a short strand of pearls and held them for George to fasten behind her neck. "You shouldn't have, ... really! But, how do you like them?" She threw her arms around his neck in gratitude and then planted a long moist kiss on his lips. 

We talked and laughed so much that the wine flowed easily and our laughter became a little louder, and our enjoyment of our friendship became more and more emotional. Jody fondled the new pearls as George held forth on the wonders of China. The hours slipped by in happy enjoyment, until at last, I suggested that since we were almost alone in the restaurant that it was time to leave.

"Come in for a drink!" George insisted, as I drove into his driveway. We were all feeling too good to let the evening end so abruptly and so we followed him inside. Well, I followed anyway, George and Jody walked arm in arm, slightly drunkenly up the steps and George opened the door.

George's house has a lower level playroom that opens out to the back overlooking a low valley. George opened more wine and we sank into deep comfortable sofas and looked out over the city lights beginning to blink out.

"We need candles, Georgie! Got any candles? Jody's speech was enthusiastic with just a hint of slurring from the wine." They rummaged in some drawers and the lights were soon out and the room suffused with half a dozen candles. More wine warmed our conversation and Jody put her head in George's lap and her feet in my lap. I stroked the nylon of her calf, fondling her. She snuggled her feet against my cock which had begun to swell. I could not be certain, but I thought that she might be nuzzling George's cock with her head at the same time. George looked like he wasn't sure what to do with his hands and settled on spreading his arm along the back of the sofa. I'm sure he longed to slip his big hand over one of Jody's lovely breasts, but he restrained the urge. 

"I just love these pearls, George. Thank you, again." She slurred her words slightly and they sounded warmed with affection as she craned her neck to look up into George's eyes.

"Mikimoto. Isn't that the company who has the add with a topless model and a single strand of pearls?" I asked innocently.

"Yes, that's the one!" George replied, looking at me with a knowing grin. "In fact, it reminded me of Jody. That's why I bought them! Hoping, ..."

Jody giggled. "You boys are trying to get me to be naughty!"

"Well, it is an awfully nice gift, ..." I said, "shame not to see it displayed properly."

"Is there a naked man in those ads?" She argued.

"I could be talked into it!" We replied in unison, and laughed uproarishly.

Jody looked from one to the other with a little smile. "You first, then."

We stood up and began unbuttoning our shirts and removing shoes, slightly drunkenly.

"I'll be right back," Jody said, leaving two very naked men sitting on the curved sofa.

We took long drinks of the rich red wine and stared silently out over the landscape and waited. Neither of us spoke. George got up to refill our glasses, spilling a little at first, then catching himself. The candles cast his shadow on the wall and I noticed that his cock was already nearly erect.

George put on some music and just as it began, Jody appareled in the doorway and stood in the golden glow of candlelight, looking elegant and beautiful. She stood lithe and stately in nothing but panties, stockings, high heel shoes and the beautiful pearl necklace. It could never have looked better. Her nipples were prominently jutting from the crisply defined brown circles of her aureoles. The lovely under curve of her breasts gave her the look of a greek statue. One hand was raised to the doorjamb, and the other she held a t her side and just stood there for us to admire.

Gracefully, she crossed the floor and took her seat between us once again.

"What do you think?" She asked. She was sitting on the edge of the seat, back erect, breasts outthrust and turning her long neck from one side to the other to look into the eyes of her two admirers.

" ... well, ... beautiful, ... wow, I've never spent money better, Jody, George muttered quietly. "Wow."

The perfect pearls looked elegant against her clear tanned skin, their roundness made perfect against the swell of Jody's lovely breasts. She touched, almost pinched one nipple, and posed like that. I handed her her wine and she sipped it, then grinned at each of us.

"Will one of you ask me to dance?'

I watched as George faced her to begin dancing. He began with a space between them, but Jody soon pressed close against his naked body. She looked wonderfully sexy, the black panties emphasizing the lovely curve of her bottom and the tiny garters leading from her panties to the tops of her stockings were very erotic.

I went down the hall to find the bathroom. Her bra was lying on the white vanity, cups still looking full as if she were still in it. I brushed my fingers over the curve of one cup as I stood urinating.

As I returned, the two were rocking back and forth, enjoying the feel of each other. George's hand had slipped lower and was on the curve of her bottom and her hand was over his as if she had placed it there. The song ended and they trailed apart, George's cock now in full erection jutting from his body.

"Let's move the coffee table. I want to feel that bearskin rug against me." Jody said, moving back to the sofa. We moved it over and the huge white rug gleamed in the dim light.

Jody took her place in the center of it, her head on the head of the bear and beckoned the two of us. We stood with our mouths open at the picture before us. She was as seductive a sight as I could ever imagine. I didn't know where this was leading, but all of our inhibitions had been swept before the lovely river of wine that swept us along.

I sat next to the couch and George sat on the other side of our beautiful Jody. She pulled me closer and her tongue slipped into my mouth and began exploring. I fondled her tongue with my own and slipped one hand onto her hip, the nylon of her panties caressing my fingers. Our heads slowly turned back and forth as if we were each sucking on some wonderful juicy fruit. I tasted her lipstick and my cock jumped with the excruciating excitement of our kiss. 

Jody turned to George and began a long kiss while she pulled my hand from her hip to her breast. I watched the kiss which was gentle, intense, and erotic. I could see their tongues glisten in combat. Her hand left mine to fondle her breast and I glimpsed her grasp of George's hand to place it on the nylon panty of her hip. I leaned forward and kissed her shoulder and felt her shiver of pleasure. 

It occurred to me that this was surely the most erotic moment of my life. I didn't fully understand all the emotions yet, but for better or worse, this was an erotic equivalent of skydiving.

We lay down together. Jody on her bearskin rug with two lovers fondling her, touching with light touches, feeling her curves. She moaned quietly as my hand slipped over her mound, then held it firmly in the palm of my hand as my finger slipped along her crease. Her panties were moist, of course and my finger pressed the nylon between the kiss of her pussy lips and nuzzled her clitoris. Jody's body jumped at my touch. I press close to her thigh and felt the contact of the whole length of our bodies, lying there in the candlelight.

Her hands took our hands and brought them to the pearl necklace and lead us to fondle the velvety feel of their perfect curves. She held our hands there for a time and then slowly, slipped both of our hands lower. While we fondled her breasts in ecstasy, Jody alternately turned to kiss each of us in turn, tasting deeply each time.

The warm blanket of the wine multiplied every touch, enhanced every single caress, doubled every shiver of our bodies as we lay quietly caressing. George stood up and changed the music. The soft opening strains of Bolero wafted across the candlelit room and began to build slowly, its beat drumming our passions higher.

Jody was holding my cock now as we kissed deeply once again. She moved in a sinuous caress of both our bodies, and I moaned as I thrust slowly so my cock slipped into the cupping hand as if it were her vagina. I slipped my finger under the snug elastic of her panties and found the wellspring of moist lubricants between her swollen lips.

"Yes, honey, ... finger-fuck me, darling," she whispered in a husky voice full of passion. She opened her legs to let me in and I pressed two fingers down the welcoming slit and into the hot cavern of her vagina. The crisp curls of her pussy hair soothed my palm. I felt her making tiny fucking motions against my hand as I slowly, so slowly, thrust in and out of her hand.

The world felt soft, warm, fuzzy and smooth as we lay there beside each other.

I realized that I could no longer see Jody's other hand and I assumed that she was offering George the same luxurious pleasure on the other side of her body. She turned her head to find George's lips and I nuzzled behind her ear as their tongues mated.  

The music was faster now, faster and much louder. The full orchestra was filling the room with sound, erotic and driving

I shuddered with pleasure and my thrusting into her cupped hand increased. She sensed that I was close to cumming and her hand tightened and moved faster. I copied her movements with my fingers thrusting into her wet and warm and clutching pussy. 

The music was louder, more full now, more erotic in its driving beat, building toward that huge orchestral climax that it promised all during the performance.

The first spurt of my orgasm shot up the length of my cock; I could hold back no longer. Her hand tightened around me and she milked more of my cum out onto the nylon of her panties. Again and again, I spurted against her body, until at last I slumped spent beside her. Jody continuing caressing my cock as I languidly fondled the full lips of her pussy while my fingers probed fondled her G-spot. Jody thrust against my hand and I felt her body stiffen and shudder against me.

The three of us lay back with deep sighs made from deep satisfaction. I think we were all on the verge of a sex induced reverie bordering on sleep.

The Orchestra met its crescendo and subsided into silence.

Suddenly! The lights snapped on.

"Oh, mygod!" A familiar voice said sharply, sounding shocked and suddenly squelched at the same time.

"Melissa!" George sat up and stared at the wife who had been out of his life for 8 months. "What are you doing here?"

"Ohmygod!" She seemed unable to get beyond the shock of the scene that she had stumbled onto. "Jody, ... you? ... you two?" Melissa sank to the stairs, her mouth open with astonishment.

Jody reached for something to cover herself with, but couldn't find anything handy.

"I can explain, ..." she began, then her words drifted off into nothing.

The sofa had so far hidden me from her view, and I struggled to untangle myself and sit up. 

"Well, hi, Melissa. You're back!" With a little more time, I was more eloquent than the others.

"Ohmygawwwwd! Jack! My god, you too? Three?"

"Jack, would you get my dress?" Jody whispered. "Well, Melissa, ... we've really missed you. What a surprise."

There was, of course, nothing to be said that could easily straighten things out. It was such a bizarre situation. On the one hand Melissa had just returned from an eight-month affair with Ellen. It was difficult to imagine how she could be on her high horse about finding George with another woman. Still, ... it had to be a shock to come upon the three of us naked on her bearskin rug.

Melissa shook her head in shock and turned and headed up the stairs with heavy feet.

"This is disgusting! I'm too tired! George, we need to talk. In the morning," she said over her shoulder.

We stared at one another.

"Take my car." George said. "What in the hell is she doing back here, anyway. I thought it was all over!" 

Jody slipped into her dress and we slipped out the front door as George headed wearily up the stairs.

Halfway home, Jody finally had something to say. 

"George, pull into the park."

"I'm Jack, remember?"

"Oop, sorry. Pull into the park, darling."

I parked and turned off the lights, leaving the radio playing soft music.

"Holy cow. That was something, wasn't it?" she said quietly. "What are we going to do?"

"Nothing. Nothing I think. We'll just have to see what Melissa is up to, I guess.

"I feel like my nerves are jangled completely. I'm on edge. Waiting for another shoe to drop." Jody curled into my arms and I slipped one hand over her breast. She had forgotten her bra and the breast felt free and soft and heavy in my hand. "Feel my heart pounding?" She said.

"Yes."

"My god, I am tense. I'll never sleep tonight."

"Yeah, ... it was a bit startling, wasn't it?" I said.

She started laughing. Perhaps it was the tension. Whatever it was, we both sat laughing and hugging each other.

"I think I still need something, darling." she whispered. 

"I think I need you, too." I said.

"Good!"

She pulled her dress up and lifted off the seat so I could slide under her. I unzipped my pants and she fished my cock out into the cool night air. I leaned back in the seat and watched as Jody pulled her panties aside and guide my cock with those elegantly tapered fingers. She straddled me and I felt my cock slip along her slit. She leaned back and it slipped inside the intensely hot tightness of her vagina. We both shivered with the instant pleasure of that moment.

Our arms wrapped around each other and we clung together for comfort. Jody's hips rocked on my cock and her breasts stayed mashed tightly against my chest. We soothed each other, trying to climb down from the shock of Melissa's entrance. She felt warm and vulnerable in my arms and in the quiet night we could hear the moist sounds of our mating.

She rode hard, up and down my cock, each stroke strengthened with a little rotation of her hips. The tension of her body made her thrusts feel spring-loaded. I hung on as she worked out her apprehension and the taut strain from her body. I put my hands on her nyloned calves and helped her ride me to a climax. 

Spent, she murmured, "What is tomorrow going to bring?"

I just shook my head silently as she nuzzled her lips against my neck. We sat like that, her wet pussy still against my wilting cock for several minutes. The radio station signed off for the night and left us in the silence of a star-canopied night.



Strawberries For Dessert Ch. 09



Chapter 09 – Reconciliation

Jody stared out the window and swirled her hand in the warm soapy water. As it began draining from the sink. She laid the freshly washed soup kettle aside to dry. Her eyes remained focused on the distance below a sun still low in the morning sky. She dried her hands and leaned on the countertop and sighed quietly.

Three days had passed with no word from Melissa. 

"Well, if Mohammed won't come to the mountain, I guess Mohammed will have to go to the mountain," she muttered quietly. She rehearsed silently for a time then dialled the familiar number of Melissa and George.

The phone rang a few times and she began to hang up. Just before the receiver hit the handset, she heard a voice and scrambled to get it back to her ear.

"Oh, sorry, I thought... is that you Melissa" she asked. 

"Yes, hello Jody. Listen, I'm sorry I haven't called,..."

"No, no, it's my fault. Thought you might need a couple days to get over the jet lag,.."

"Well, that is true. I'm fine though. Fine."

"Good, I know how that can be."

There was an awkward pause and both began together.

"Sorry,... go ahead,... what were you.."

"I thought we should have lunch?..." Jody left the sentence hanging, a question mark suspended in air.

"Yes,.. today, you mean?"

"Today would be fine. I'm free. How about the club at noon?"

The time was set and Jody sat staring at the phone, relieved to have the ice broken. And it truly was ice, given Melissa's look when she walked in on their threesome on the bearskin rug. Jody rolled her eyes and took a deep breath remembering the uncomfortable scene. 

"Gawd! Talk about being caught! Good grief, naked between their two husbands, holy cow!" she muttered, shaking her head in anguish. 

She hated being caught off base at anything, but this was a big one. Jody thought about a hundred ways of starting the conversation during the rest of the morning. None of them were any good. 

There was no need for her anguish. Melissa put aside any fears, as she extended her hand from the table she had selected in a far corner. 

"How can we get past this? I apologize for being such a prig the other night! I know I'm in no position to be snotty after dropping out for nearly a year with a lover. If any one is to blame it must surely be me!" Her words came in a quiet rush.

"Melissa, it is so good to have you back!" Jody pulled her close in a hug. "I feel the same way,... but, I guess we have to talk about it, eh?"

Melissa smiled and looked down for a moment. "I guess it would be a bit strange if I didn't confess being curious." she said, finally. 

"I think George and I are going to try to get through this. We aren't sleeping together yet, but, I think we both have decided we want to be together. Perhaps I've had more time with it than George, but I'm hoping he will come around soon and we can get on with it. We both still have a lot to lose, of course,... you know, Jennifer, and,...you know, family things."

"I'm glad of that, Melissa. That's great!" 

Nodding her head, Melissa continued. " I have to explain what the past year has meant, and why I am back. It's good to have an old friend to unload on. I hope you don't mind?..."

"Not at all, I'm glad to have you back to talk with, too."

"I'm not apologizing. That's the first thing. It's just the way things are, that's all. I fell in love with Ellen. Completely and totally,.. in love! You will have trouble grasping that, I'm sure, but I tell you for sure it is the truest thing I have ever said."

She sipped the white wine and put the glass on the crisp white tablecloth, then twirled it idly between manicured nails with a clear polish.

"I would not change anything,... except perhaps the end of the story," she said, a sad little smile crossing her face. But, of course, the age difference should have told me that in the beginning, I suppose. Still, life dishes up strange situations. That's one thing I've learned. I am so much better as a person than when I left. More confident, more sure of myself. Really!... Am I rambling?"

"No, not at all."

"Well, it was idyllic for nine or ten months. You have no idea what it was like, a new start, a new and wonderfully loving lover, London, everything. Sex was thrilling once again. I,.. I,...there's no way to explain that part of it,... no way."

"But, in the end, it was clear that Ellen had to have her younger friends. And it was sadly clear that after awhile, I didn't fit into the young group. Any way, long story short, Ellen had a young man as a lover. We tried to make that work somehow, but,... well,.. it didn't really work,... so, I began examining my life."

"I wouldn't have missed it for the world, though. I decided that I wanted to come back. Wanted to get back the good things that George and I had. That's really where I am. Does any of this make sense?"

"I guess so. I think I understand." Jody said softly.

"So, here I am, stronger than I have been in years, asking George to take a chance on me. That's about it. I'm realistic that he might have trouble with it, but it is worth taking a shot. That's what I think."

Melissa looked around and lowered her voice. "To be honest, finding the three of you together,... while I was a little,.. er, a lot shocked, may actually be a blessing. The 'pre-Ellen' Melissa couldn't have handled it! I would have been back on the 'crazy ward'" she laughed. "That probably sounds stupid, but it's true. But, I do have one question. You and George didn't,... I mean before...?"

"No, we didn't have an affair before you left. Not at all. George and I have always liked each other, that's not a secret, but not an affair."

"Oh, yes, I know, George has always adored you, and I know that you thought he was super, too. You two are soul mates, I always thought so. I mean, ideas, the things you like to talk about. All that stuff. Jack and I always had our own discussions when you two would get going! Can I ask how,...?"

"What led to the bearskin rug?"

Jody sipped the last of her wine and signaled for another. 

She began outlining what had happened during Melissa's hiatus. She tried to tell the whole story, but held back things that she thought should come from George. At the end, she felt emotionally drained. The lunch crowd had left and the two of them sat alone in the large dining room amid the clink of silverware being picked up and re-set.

Melissa nodded and reached for her hand. 

"Thanks. Wow, it would make a novel, wouldn't it?" she smiled. "Sounds like, you and Jack were really supportive of George. Which is what I would expect, of course. But, wow!"

She was quiet for a while. Jody waited to see what was next.

"You know, Jody, I think I can understand it. Understand how it happened, between close friends. That's what I mean, without going off and doing what I've done, I know I couldn't possibly understand it, but,... today,.. today I'm comfortable enough with myself and sexually confident enough to understand it. I can see that it may be what has saved poor George."

They both leaned back in their seats and looked at each other for a long time, finishing their wine, fiddling with the silverware, waiting for one or the other to decide where the conversation should go.

"Listen, why don't you come to my house for awhile? It's a great day, let's have a swim, perhaps? George won't be home, he's out of town. Want to?" 

Melissa said it firmly, decisively. Jody concluded that she really had been changed by the last year's experience. She had been so tentative and frightened of everything then.

Melissa poured more wine and slid open the patio door onto a bright sunlit afternoon of a sweltering Midwestern day. The secluded patio was enclosed by high bushes and looked out over a hilly forest beyond the end of the swimming pool.

"I didn't bring a swimsuit." Jody said.

"Want to be naughty? It's just us girls? I have become accustomed to swimming nude in Europe and I like it."

Jody shrugged and watched as Melissa stepped out of her dress and stood looking her in the eyes. Slowly, she unzipped her own dress and stepped out of it. She couldn't help staring as Melissa unsnapped her bra in the front and left it clinging to two grapefruit-sized breasts.

"Fine with me. I wish I had lost a couple pounds, though." She muttered defensively, looking at Melissa's sleek body.

"You look terrific, Jody, who are you, kidding?" 

Melissa tugged at the two cups and then let one go, baring her breasts with a jaunty air. 

"I hope it doesn't scare you to undress in front of a 'confessed' lesbian?" she said teasingly, but with a tinge of truthful concern. "We usually don't attack, you know."

Jody laughed, thankful for the tension being lowered a notch.

"Oh, my god, Melissa,... you're,.."

"Bald. Yes. Shocked? Ellen taught me that," she said as she dropped pink panties on the chaise beside her. She gazed with an unselfconscious grin at Jody, still looking prim in lacy white panties and bra. 

"No, I... well, I've thought of it, but never done it." She laughed and had trouble taking her eyes off Melissa's shaved mound. "You look pretty. I like it! Wish I had the nerve."

"A little bit out of date, though." She said, rubbing her fingers over the stubble on either side of her slit. She dove into the pool with a tiny splash and swam off to the other end, then lazily backstroked back to find Jody laying her panties and bra in a neat pile with her shoes.

Jody slipped into the pool as Melissa returned, spitting water from her mouth and pushing wet hair back from her eyes.

"Would you like me to shave YOU? Would that be a surprise for Jack, or what?" she spluttered

They loafed in the pool, hanging onto the side and lazily kicked their legs in the clear refreshing water. Their conversation was mostly idle chitchat and local news, but interspersed with questions about the last year. They became more and more confident to discuss details of what they had experienced. For her part, Jody became more and more interested in how it felt, being in love with another woman.

"I'm turning into a prune." Melissa muttered, and bounced up out of the pool and sat on the edge, legs dangling. Jody stayed in, taking a languid backstroke across the narrow pool, then pushing herself off the other side to float, arms outstretched, back to the other side. When she emerged, her hands touched Melissa's dangling legs and she looked up at her friend and wiped the water from her eyes. When she opened them she was staring straight up between the Melissa's legs into smiling eyes high above the bald mound that captured her attention.

It would have been unnatural to move too quickly to the side, so she stayed there, hanging onto the side of the pool and squinting up at her friend.

"Isn't it dangerous?" she said.

"What?" Melissa asked, 

"You know, shaving there." Jody giggled like an embarrassed schoolgirl, then laughed heartily at sounding so naïve.

"Well, you have to be a little careful. You know. But, no it is not dangerous. Why? Do you want me to show you?"

"Yes! As a matter of fact, I'd like to watch." She giggled more, ducked under the water and stayed there a few moments.

Melissa came out of the house carrying a razor and a tube of Noxzema shave cream. She sat on the side of the pool and grinned down at Jody.

"No big deal, Jody, no big deal." She laughed at Jody's discomfiture.

Jody stared wide-eyed at Melissa. She brazenly spread her legs with one foot on the side of the pool while she smoothed the fluffy shave cream on her pussy. Beginning carefully, she moved the razor along the inside of her leg toward the tender fold of her pussy.

"You know, I've never looked at another woman like this, Melissa. You're pretty down there."

"Mmmn. " Melissa muttered, her attention on the delicate operation between her legs.

Jody watched as the razor cleared a swath of stubble leaving a clear smooth path. Melissa rinsed the razor in the pan and returned to her task, carefully easing the razor over the soft folds of her pussy and letting it return to shape behind the razor's cut. Her fingers spread the soapy lips and she carefully trimmed along one lip and then the other. 

Jody stared at the bright pink of her pussy, glistening between perfectly smooth lips. She swallowed hard, and realized the operation was erotically stimulating to her. She said nothing, but simply stared, fascinated by the beauty of the smooth pussy.

"I used to leave a little heart-shaped patch up here,..." Melissa said quietly, noticing Jody's fascination between her legs.

She smiled into Jody's eyes and then slowly began shaving smooth the mound of her pussy. 

"But Ellen preferred,... you know,.. perfectly,.. bare, well, perfectly bare ME," she laughed. "Splash some water on me, will you?"

Jody splashed her pussy and watched as the smooth, uncluttered beauty emerged.

"Wow. Wow, that looks so neat!" she laughed a little self-consciously. " I would never have the nerve! I'd cut myself." She stopped talking, aware that she was babbling on and showing too much interest. She tore her eyes away from Melissa's pubes and ducked under the water to cool her thoughts.

"Uh,.. can I just feel how smooth it is? I'm silly,.. sorry... never mind!" she said the words tumbling over each other. "Oh, my god, I'm embarrassed."

"It's OK, go ahead. I don't mind."

Tentatively, Jody reached up from the pool, between the open thighs of Melissa and touched the top of her mound.

"Ohmigod! That is so,... so, smooth!" her fingers trailed downward until she touched the lips, soft and inviting. She pretended to faint and pushed backwards to float across the pool on her back and then swam back with a smile on her face.

"Want me to shave you, now?"

Jody thought about it. "Oh, Melissa, I don't,...knowwwww!"

"OK, just thought you might like,..."

"OK, why not. I'm intrigued. Jack will go nuts, though, won't he?"

"Probably!" Melissa laughed. "You know how men are!"

Jody laid back on the diving board and Melissa sat astride it calming her patient.

She rubbed her hands together and began spreading the shaving cream on Jody's mound, barely touching. She parted Jody's legs a little more and then smoothed the cream down between her legs, trying not to linger too much.

Jody felt an electric thrill spring from the center of her body when the fingers touched her sensitive pussy lips. Moisture had already begun to flow between her lips. She thought it was ironic that her mouth felt suddenly dry while her pussy was suddenly drenched. She closed her eyes for a moment as she felt the razor bite into the forest on her mound. She stretched her hands protectively on her stomach, fingers pointing plaintively toward the slit that would soon be uncovered.

"God, be careful!" she whimpered.

"I will, don't worry." Melissa said, the strain evident in her voice.

Jody was spread wide now, and she had never felt more exposed in her life.

"You have a lot. I mean you did have a lot." Melissa giggled and surveyed the smooth mound and held apart Jody's legs as she began carefully, with tiny strokes at first, cleaning one lip of Jody's pussy.

"You're pretty, too," she said quietly.

"Thanks." Jody replied sheepishly, and put an arm over her eyes. 

She waited for the scratching of the razor on the sensitive skin of her pussy. She could feel the razor pull slightly and feel her pussy being caressed softly by the razor. She leaned up with curiosity and watched as Melissa made the last few strokes.

"It looks so strange!"

"You'll get used to it, I think. Besides, it's too late now!" Melissa winked at her and laughed. She patted the smooth mound and poured water over it to rinse away the cream.

"Ohmigod, look at that! I like it. I like it!" Jody said, standing up and bending almost double to look at herself.

The two women dove into the water and swam two laps and pulled up in the deep end and hung on the edge once again.

"Melissa, it feels so sexy swimming like this. I can't believe it. I feel so sensitive and nice now. Mmmmm, thanks. I can't wait to try it out on Jack."

"Is that a bad pun? 'Try it on?'" Melissa joked.

Jody couldn't keep her hands away from her newly bald pussy. She hoisted herself up out of the pool but then slipped and fell back on top of Melissa, swamping her in a huge waterspout.

As she grabbed for something to hold on to, she and Melissa ended in each other's arms spluttering from the dunking. 

"I'm so sorry! I slipped." She said quickly, still holding Melissa. "Are you OK?"

Melissa had one eye closed as if clearing her head and Jody tried to comfort her guiltily.

"I'm OK, I'm OK," she laughed. "You almost drowned me, you cow!"

It registered on Jody's mind that Melissa's breasts were bumping against her own as they clung and supported each other. One leg slipped between Melissa's and their smooth mounds nudged each other in the water.

Neither said anything for a moment, neither moved.

"Oh,... " She said quietly, feeling another woman's pussy against hers for the very first time.

They parted slowly and climbed out of the pool. Sitting side by side on the chaise, they recovered and made plans for getting to dinner the following week. Jody was having trouble stringing her thoughts together. Her mind was still actively going over the feel of Melissa's pussy against her own, her nipples brushing Melissa's perkier breasts. Her feelings were slightly jumbled by the erotic feelings of the past hour.

"I have got to get going! Jack will be home in an hour."

"It has been such a nice afternoon, Jody. Thank you for calling me."

"Melissa, thanks for the wild new hairdo! I can't believe it. Jack is in for a surprise." Standing in panties and bra, she let the dress tumble down into place and turned to let Melissa zip it while she finished the sentence.

They exchanged a kiss at the front door and Jody pulled out of the curved driveway and looked in the mirror to see Melissa striding back into the house. She had been shaken by the emotions of being naked together and she took several deep breaths. Her panties felt strangely sensual against her newly bared pubic mound. She felt sexy and feminine, wildly feminine. She shook her head in wonder and put her hand under her dress to feel the smooth silkiness of the panties on her bald pubes.

At the stoplight she pulled her hand back and looked guiltily around to find a teenager in the next car looking in her direction. She wasn't sure if he saw her, but her face turned crimson anyway.

"A special dinner." She muttered, and turned to park in front of Gino's.

"My favorite customer! How are you? You've been sending your no-good husband to do the shopping lately! I haven't seen you in... too long!"

"Hello Gino, what have you got that's special?" she laughed, pleased with his flirting. "And don't say 'me'."

"Ok, Ok, what you got? Anniversary?"

"No, no, nothing like that, just something a little special."

"Aha, romantic dinner for two! You gotta have rack-of-lamb, then. How 'bout that?"

"Perfect! What wine should I get?"

"Don't you worry your pretty head, Gino take care of everything!"

She arrived home with a box laden with several packages and two bottles of a Chianti Classico that was a little expensive, but Gino insisted on it. The kitchen was filled with robust aromas when Jack came in the door.

"I'm home!" he called. 

Jack came into the kitchen and slipped his arms around her from behind as she finished putting a mint sauce over the rack-of-lamb. His lips nibbled at her ear. 

"Something smells good! Besides you, I mean. Did I forget our anniversary again?"

"No, that's just what Gino said!"

He surveyed the preparations. "Something special, dining room set with candles! You have a dress on! Gino's best wine! Good grief! It's my lucky day?"




Strawberries For Dessert Ch. 09



"Could be. Why don't you make us a Martini."

The glasses were in the freezer being chilled and Jack made crisp-looking tall martinis and they sat sipping them on the couch.

"OK, now what is the occasion? Am I in trouble that I don't know about? I'm buying you a new car? What?"

"Don't be so suspicious!" she laughed. "But,... IF you want to make it special,... it's OK with me!"

"I'm starting to like the idea. I confess." Her hand had slipped into his lap and was rubbing his rising cock with the back of her hand.

"Do you recall that I asked you once a long time ago if you would do something for me?"

He thought. "What? Nothing is coming."

She drank a little more of the Martini and the liquor seeped a warmth into her body and boosted her nerve. 

"I said I wanted to see what it would be like with another woman?"

"Oh, yeah,..." Then it came to him. "Ohhhh,.. yes, you wanted me to...wear pantyhose for you." He took a deep breath and then sucked on the Martini himself, looking at it with wide eyes over the glass. "Is that what you mean?"

She nodded her head and smiled a tight-lipped little smile.

"You sure?" he slumped slightly, then straightened. Jody circled his cock with slim fingers and rubbed gently back and forth.

"And that made you think of it again? I thought you had forgotten it."

"I talked to Melissa today. By the way, she's OK, we had a nice afternoon."

"Sounds like it!"

"Do you mind?" she wheedled. " Not if you don't want to. But I can't get it out of my mind. It might be special for you too, you know."

"The things I do for you!" He leaned and kissed her, tasting the sweet lipstick and squeezing her breast.

"You mean you'll do it?"

He nodded.

"Good! You're a darling! I put them on the bed for you. Why don't you take a shower and then shave your chest and put them on?"

"Wait a minute. Shave my CHEST?"

"Is it too much to ask?"

"What will they say at the gym? NO, that's where I draw the line."

"OK, then, go take your shower and get ready and dinner will be ready when you come down."

Jack carried the drink upstairs and found a pair of pantyhose laid out on the bed. In the shower, he looked at his chest and then, slowly began shaving his chest. 

"What the hell," he muttered, "might as well go all the way."

He rinsed off and grimaced into the mirror to examine his bare chest.

"Christ!"

He looked at the pantyhose, holding them one way and the other trying to recall how she got into them. After a struggle, he stood up and examined himself in the tall mirror by the dresser. He reached down the front and pushed his cock comfortably down one leg. He had to admit it felt very sensual.

"I hope it's worth it!"

He found a shirt he hadn't worn in awhile hanging in the closet. Normally he didn't like it, it had too silky a feel to it. One that Jody had bought him for a birthday, expensive but not to his taste. Against his hairless chest, it was like feeling Jody's breasts when she wore a silk blouse and no bra. He couldn't describe the unaccustomed sensuality of the pantyhose under his light trousers. It was unique, the trousers felt foreign, brushing against legs held snug by the taut nylon.

Jody was waiting for him and slipped her arms around him, pressing her cheek against his chest.

"Mmmmm, you feel sexy, darling!" her hand trailed across his chest, down over his cock and around to squeeze his ass. She pressed her mound tight against his snugged-down cock and swiveled her hips against him.

"Now you know what a thrill it is for a girl when her mother first buys nylon panties for her instead of cotton lollipops!" she laughed. Jody looked up at him and they held their kiss a long time, slipping sensually against each other.

"Well?" she asked when they parted for a moment.

"Well. I have to admit it is different. Yes, sensual, too. Not for everyday though. I hope you enjoy it this one night!"

"Oh, honey, I intend to! And you will, too." she promised.

She had moved the love seat up to the long side of the table and they sat together fondling each other's thighs, and feeding morsels of food to each other. Jody could tell that her panties were getting wet already with sexy thoughts and the feel of his cock under the pantyhose and trousers. She managed to keep Jack away from discovering her bald pussy by taking off her bra and letting him enjoy her breasts under a silk blouse selected for the evening. She let his hand reach only as high as the thigh highs and garter snaps under her skirt.

By the end of dinner, they were both slightly drunk and feeling very, very, sexy.

"Jack, take me upstairs." She said, through a long, wet tongue-dueling kiss.

Without breaking the kiss, they stood up, casting huge shadows on the walls and stood fondling each other, their hands moving constantly over each other. 

He felt her breasts pressing against the silk shirt as she sidled one way and another against his chest. She was "feeling him up" as he would have normally done to her. It was a unique feeling, sensual and sexy.

Slowly, Jody pulled away and blew out the last candle and felt Jack squeeze her bottom. She moved away before he could get his hand up her dress and then let him fondle her through the dress a little longer before making him lead her upstairs. Her hands fondled his hips, feeling the nylon pantyhose slide under his trousers.

She lit a candle and put it before the mirror on her dresser and forced his hands away from their clinging grip on her breasts. While he sat on the bed, she backed away so the light was showing on her and watched him as she unbuttoned the blouse. It hung open as she unbuttoned the long sleeves one at a time.

Jack licked his lips looking at her lovely breasts framed by the hanging blouse. Jody preened before him, holding her shoulders back so her breasts jutted toward him and the blouse opened to expose a little of her dark nipples. Looking down, she parted the blouse with bright red nails so the blouse was held open by her large nipples. She stood looking into his eyes as he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it out of his trousers. He licked his lips slowly, enjoying the pleasure of her tormentingly slow striptease.

"Oh, Jody, they are so... so pretty!" 

Slowly, Jody parted the blouse to show him her full breasts and let the blouse slide to the floor behind her. One button at the side of the skirt let the skirt drop into a circle her feet. Slowly, very slowly, she pushed the half-slip down over her hips and stepped out of it.

She stood before him in pale yellow panties, garter belt and heels, all things he loved to see her in. The tan stockings had dark brown bands at the top and a Givenchy label emblazoned across her thigh.

"Your turn," she said.

Jack gulped. And then he stood and dropped the pants down his nylon-covered leg and stepped out of them, tossing them toward the chair.

"Oh, honey, it is so pretty that way," she said, staring at his cock, still captured by the taut nylon of the pantyhose. The long shaft was straining to be released, and Jack rubbed it in anticipation.

He watched her as she slipped her fingers into the band of her panties. "Ready?" she asked.

Jack's throat was dry with anticipation. 

"Yes! Ready!"

She leaned forward a little and his eyes drank in the swaying nipples capping her soft breasts. Her hands moved again and her panties lay puddled at her feet as she stood erect again.

Jack was speechless for a moment, staring at her bare pubic area. The tight little slit stood out inviting and bare for the first time in her mature years.

"Oh, my god! You did it! You look... you look good enough to eat."

"I hope so!"

Jack pulled her close and slipped his hand down to feel her bare pussy. He couldn't get enough of feeling it. Her hand was sliding up and down his cock under the nylon with the same enthusiasm. They fell onto the bed and continued the erotic fondling and squeezing, their tongues constantly in each other's mouths. 

Jack made fucking motions against the smooth, bald mound and felt Jody slip her leg between the nylon of his thighs. The sensation of her nylons against his pantyhose was electric. They shivered together in pleasure and their pubes bounced together firmly. Jack held her breasts and squeezed while she writhed in pleasure against his cock.

Jody arched her back away from him and scissored their legs together so her pussy could rub against his hard cock encased in nylon. She was wild with pleasure.

Ohhhh, Jack,... this feels,.. delicious!" she squeeled.

Jack entertained her by thrusting against the firm mound between her legs and his cock was moist with excitement, staining a large dark circle in the pantyhose.

It was several minutes before Jack was allowed to press his lips between her legs and feel her bald mound. Minutes in which his cock grew harder and harder as she writhed happily against him, giving them both pleasure.

At last, she let him turn around so that he was looking at her pussy. His tongue licked the bare mound and then slipped down into the split between her pussy lips, soothing the slightly tender surface where the razor had made her doubly sensative. 

'Oh,... I love it!" he said taking a breath. "I love this little bald pussy!" he said, and pressed between her legs again. Jody canted her hips to help him and his tongue laved the width of her slit. He pressed his tongue inside her waiting vagina and hummed contentedly as he tasted the slightly bitter cream of her pussy.

Jody was sucking on his cock through the nylon pantyhose and squeezing his ass.

"I know why you go so crazy when I wear hose, darling. You feel lovely."

Suddenly she could wait no longer, and dug her nails into the nylon ripping a gaping hole in his pantyhose. His cock sprang forward into her waiting mouth. Eagerly, she licked around the head of his dick and sucked it deep into her mouth. Grasping his buns, she pulled him into her mouth until it touched her throat. She conquered her choking sensation and forced him into the tight entry and held him there for a moment. 

Jack screamed with pleasure as he felt the stricture on the head of his cock. He buried his tongue along her slit, languishing happily against the fresh shaved folds of his wife's pussy.

Moaning with pleasure and holding back his orgasm, he sat up and moved between Jody's legs. He knelt there just looking at her. Jody's squirmed cat-like and smiled under his gaze. His hands caressed her thighs under the nylons and he spread her legs to look at her moist pussy. He shuddered with the pleasure of her bald pussy lips glistening in the candlelight.

With wild eagerness, he raised her legs high and placed his cock at the entry to her pussy. He closed his eyes and let her rub the sensitive head of his cock all along the smooth bald pussy. 

"Oh, wow! Honey!" he said with bated breath, and then lunged forward into her cunt. Their bald pubes met and kissed and they enjoyed a joint, shivering, shaking, trembling orgasm.

They fucked eagerly and Jody came first, flailing her arms against the sheets and pulling him into her with her legs. He felt his balls tighten and then the hot surge of semen shooting up his shaft, bathing her vagina with it's wet heat.

"Oh, honey, you came a lot. Mmmm, I love it. You filled me, darling." She moaned as he continued thrusting into her, still tense with passion.

When, at last, he rolled to the side, their nyloned legs remained entwined, fondling each other. Perspiration coated their bodies and lubricated their hands, still busily exploring their new bareness.

"Wow, that was,...somethingggggg! she sighed.

Jack could only nod his head dumbly and find her nipple to nibble while his hand took one more smooth trip over her smooth mound to linger in the wet between her legs. She combed his perspiration-damped hair with her fingers and pulled him to her breasts.

Jody closed her eyes. If that was anything like a real lesbian experience, she wasn't sure she could resist it.

"Yessss," she said, with a sigh. 



Strawberries For Dessert Ch. 10



"We're in booth 7900, over this way, Jack. Did you get checked in this early?"

"No, I just dropped my bag at the Rafael and came on over. How was the show yesterday."

"Busy. Our location could have been better, but we didn't apply early enough. Maybe next year."

People were still getting their booths opened up as they walked down the carpeted aisle. 

"I still think Chicago is the best place for the show. McCormick is still a hell of a hall, isn't it? Hey, the booth looks pretty good. Looks like you spent some money on the displays."

"Yeah. Looks good."

The trade show is a busy place, so they didn't get much time to talk. Jack noticed that between clients, George stared off into space. He was of two minds about it, in a way he wanted some time alone to talk to George, but on the other hand, it might be uncomfortable. Jack could tell that George was troubled.

The day wore on and finally they jumped into a cab for the ride downtown. Neither spoke, being all talked out from customer conversations all day long.

"What do you say, want to walk over to Biggs for dinner?"

"Sure. Sounds good. I'll be down in, what, half an hour?"

"Okay." The brass elevator door shut behind him and Jack got in line to check in and get his bag. 

Brushing his teeth, Jack looked wearily into the mirror and noticed the message light blinking on the phone behind him. Dutifully, he returned Jody's call and waited while it rang 4 times and then she answered.

"It's me. You called?"

"Just wondering if you have found out how George is feeling about things."

"Oh, I thought you'd be calling about the school thing." He said, slightly irritable.

"Oh, .. .. well, I went over there and things are going to be all right. I thought we could talk about it when you got home. That's all."

"Okay," he sighed. No, actually, we haven't had a moment alone. Going out to dinner now. Maybe he'll talk about it."

"Well, have a good trip. I'm off to dinner with Melissa and Monica. See you Friday," she said.

Jack listened to the click of the phone as she hung up. He shrugged into a jacket and sauntered moodily down the hall of the little old fashioned hotel hallway. Jack traced the floral pattern with his toe as he waited for the clunking elevator to reach him.

On the way down, a couple got on and stood in front of him. His eyes ran along the prominent panty line of the young woman. He still found the current styles sexy. He eyed the way the straps of her dress were too narrow to hide the coral straps of her bra. The couple whispered quietly and waited patiently for the doors to slide open on the lobby. George, as usual, was waiting patiently facing the elevator as he stepped out. He raised his eyebrows by way of greeting. They had traveled together so often that the pattern was humorously predictable. Jack smiled to himself as George turned and walked side by side with him into the fading sunshine.

A nice half-dozen block walk along city streets was also part of their habitual pattern. They talked sports, and idle thoughts as they walked along dodging other pedestrians of the familiar polyglot of business, restaurants and nightspots along the way.

"Some of these places have had twenty names since I first came to Chicago, you know?" George nodded toward something currently called the KitKat Club.

Biggs is an institution in Chicago. A luxurious restaurant in an old Victorian mansion on North Dearborn Street, it is a quietly elegant place for a meal. Starched white tablecloths and red wallpaper meld with the brass light fixtures and crystal chandeliers.

They were sipping brandy from oversize snifters before the subject came up.

Staring into the bowl in front of him George began. "I suppose a lot of people think I'm a 'wuus' for still being with her, eh?"

"What do you mean? I don't. Shit happens! Nobody else can know what, ... ..." he stopped in mid-sentence.

"I still don't know what I'm going to do. Not really."

"Yeah." Jack mumbled.

"What do you think? Easier to 'live the lie' or,.. you know ... kick things over, ..? I'm not too good at talking about these things. Obviously," he laughed hollowly and they exchanged the comfortable look of old friends. "Except, of course, with Jody. Jody somehow always gets me talking easily; even about personal things." He smiled and looked out over the beautiful Dickensian room.

They continued talking about the situation sporadically as they sauntered back along the busy nightlife streets and stopped into the tiny piano bar off the lobby of the hotel. They sipped a final nightcap while the piano played old Cole Porter standards. 

"I don't think it's going to work, Jack," he said quietly.

"Sorry." Jack muttered.

They didn't stay long, before pushing the button on the old elevator and floating up to their rooms.

"Seven o'clock for breakfast?'

"Right. G'night."

He didn't feel like talking about it, but then, with a sigh, he called and told Jody that "Maybe you should call George. Maybe he can talk to you. No, he'll still be up, he's a night owl." 

Half an hour later he rang the phone at home. Busy. An hour later, he rang the phone at home. Busy. An hour and a half later, he rang the phone at home. Busy.

He slipped under the covers and turned off the light still watching a rerun of Casablanca. The sign on of the station woke him in the morning.

As they left the restaurant after breakfast, the desk clerk called him. There was a message and he ripped it open as they got in the cab and lurched down the street.

Hi,

I tracked you down! Don't forget that our last night of being servants for the Callahan's is this Friday. They have a big party planned. Hope you'll be back in time? I need my partner! Signed, Monica

Jack only had half an hour to get changed into his waiter's tux for the party.

Jody stood holding his cuff links while he stood on one leg to tie his shoe. He snapped the red suspenders over the ruffled shirt and they headed for the door.

Arriving a few minutes late, he joined Monica, looking saucy in her French Maid costume and took a tray of drinks among the guests.

Callahan spotted them and made a big thing of introducing his 'maid and butler'. They cheered and clasped hands high in the air in salute while each held a tray of drinks in the other hand. A cheer from the dinner group was all in good spirits. After all Dwayne Callahan had contributed $10,000 to the hospital fund to get the honor of the pair of them for two nights of servitude.

Dinner was called at 8 o'clock and about twenty well-lubricated guests sat at table while Monica and Jack served dinner. The food was sumptuous and the wine flowed like water. Two whites and two reds were offered and there was plenty of each. The noise level of the conversation kept rising. 

George sat between Melissa and Jody. Jack noticed several conversations between Monica and Melissa and noticed that as she talked into Monica's ear, Melissa's hand traced along Monica long nylon covered leg. They giggled and Monica moved on to pour coffee for George. George and Jody were in deep conversation and Monica nudged George to offer coffee. Jack was following with the brandy bottle and had trouble keeping his mind on his business. Monica's round bottom and long legs highlighted by a black seam from buttock to toe made his mouth water. He couldn't keep from thinking about the warm secret nook that line could be followed to.

George gave him the eye, catching him staring at Monica. "Like that, do you, sailor?" he grinned as he held out his brandy glass. "Make it a double, pal!"

"You've loosened up nicely, I see!" Jack nudged him as he passed. "Mind your own business – a good waiter has to keep his eye of all the ass-ets!" He had to nearly shout into George's ear to be heard above the babble of their voices.

Now that most of the serving duties were under control and the guests leaning back in their chairs, Monica slipped her arm around and leaned close. "Can I have a few minutes off, boss? I promised to show the 'dungeon' to Monica! How much did you tell her about it?"

He thought a minute. "I can't recall. Probably everything, though." He laughed and dodged the swing she aimed at him.

"Aarghhh! Big mouth!" she said. 'Want to come along?"

"No, I'll mind the store, you girls toddle along. Don't damage anything!" he laughed.

"More brandy! We want brandy!"

"They're calling!" she said, laughing over her shoulder and switching her hips towards the hidden door. Jack passed Melissa with a grin as she hurried to catch up with Monica.

The happy diners were steadily getting drunker and drunker. Noisier and noisier, happier and happier. Jack passed among them delivering the brown elixir and asking if anyone wanted him to bring the coffee.

Alice Jennings dress was a knockout. She was drunkenly smiling up to him, then leaned forward to give him an unobstructed view down the front. Jack could see nipples swaying under the brightly colored abstract design top. It looked expensive and so did the breasts. They were perfect, and her nipples looked large and hard. Jack took his time and let Alice chat him up while he kept his eyes on the dark tips and round inviting orbs. 

"Jack, look me in the eye and say that!" she fell into gales of laughter and Jack moved on, rubbing the back of his hand against the side of her breast as she reached up to grasp his arm. They exchanged a friendly, lingering smile while she held his arm against the soft breast. Jack felt his cock harden and tent his trousers. Alice looked around her and then briefly patted his cock and let him go about his rounds.

Jody was making some serious point to George and her hand rested on his thigh for emphasis.

"Jack! Oh, Jack!" Callahan called from the head of the table. He waved frantically. "Open that panel for us!"

Jack looked behind him at what appeared to be a paneled wall. Callahan waved toward the side and he noticed a small black button. He looked at Callahan who nodded. Jack pushed the button and a panel slid down to reveal a huge flat panel video screen.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I think we have some prowlers!"

The screen came to life. Jack backed away, the smile fading slightly as he recognized the dungeon room on the screen. He well remembered Monica showing that room to him on their last visit to this house. He was shocked to know there was a camera down there.

The room quieted slowly. Suddenly there was no talk at all, just a few 'oh's and ah's' from people who clearly were familiar with this feature of the room.

On the screen, Monica and Melissa soon were in center stage. Literally. The camera focused on the stocks where he had stood the last time. The same place where Monica had swatted him playfully, and then more firmly swatted his bare ass with a leather riding crop.

With somewhat more pleasure, he thought back on the fact that he had punished her with her hands and neck captured in the stock. 

Jack recalled looking at black pantyhose and very long lovely legs. She wore pink panties that were more like a thong, so her ass cheeks were a sight to behold. It was lovely. She whimpered. That had almost turned him away. He thought he couldn't do it. But then he had changed his mind when Monica encouraged him:

"Please, master," she said, "please punish me!"

Jack stood slack-jawed watching Monica offer to show how it worked to Melissa. Poor Melissa was following along the script, bending over as Monica lowered the top of the stock. They were laughing and having a good time.

The sound wasn't terribly good but you could hear them.

"Oh, my god. Monica! What do they use this stuff for."

"I'm glad you asked that, Melissa. Are you ready for punishment?"

"Ohhh, my gawd, Okay, Okay, go ahead." She giggled.

Monica threw Melissa's full skirt up over her back, exposing her lovely bottom through sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose. Her lovely bottom looked like a perfect golden double globe. She wiggled her ass saucily.

Monica's swing was not hard, not meant to hurt her, of course. But it made a loud swack as she swatted the pretty bottom. Melissa shrieked, and then subsided into a rueful continued giggle.

"Ohmigod, Monica, you got to be kidding me. Let me loose. That's enough! I don't have any more questions.

Monica swung a different tool, one of the paddles that looked like leather made a broad red mark across both cheeks. Melissa shrieked again and pleaded again. Monica smacked her little tush once more leaving another red mark, then slowly began rubbing her hand across Melissa's crimson cheeks, rubbing away the sting. Surely, the caresses were stimulating Melissa, and she just moaned quietly and waited patiently while Monica said soothing things to her.

Finally Monica released her. Melissa rubbed her ass vigorously and they hugged like old friends, laughing at the indecent liberties she had taken. 

Jack looked around the quiet room and noticed that most of the guests were surreptitiously fondling the person next to them. It was as if everyone held their breath while the punishment was going on and now their sexual stimulation from watching Melissa's ass spanked was expressed with someone close by.

There was another little gasp as all eyes were again drawn to the screen. Monica had agreed that turnabout was fair play and had taken her place in the stocks. The long legs and perfect straight seams of the tights pointed to her equally perfect bottom under the tiny skirt.

Melissa wasn't satisfied. She stood behind Monica, blocking our view. When she stood aside, Monica's panties were pulled down to the crotch between her legs and her bottom showed the tan lines of a tiny bikini. There was a noticeable gulp among the men staring at the white triangle pointing the way between her legs.

Monica stood aside and took aim, threatening first, and not doing it. They giggled together as Monica flinched in her position. Finally, Melissa pulled back the riding crop and delivered a brisk but not hard slap across her buttocks. The bright red slash striped her bottom right through the white bikini area. 

It was Melissa's turn to shriek.

Melissa immediately pressed her hand across the split of Monica's ass and soothed the red blemish.

"Oh, god, I'm sorry!" she said.

"It's OK, just stung a little. Monica reassured her. Melissa continued trying to rub the streak away rubbing in circles and then slipping her hand up and down along the split of her bottom.

"You sure, Monica? Are you sure?"

Reassured, she delivered one last resounding slap with her hand.

'There, take that!" she laughed and leaned close as she rubbed the woman's bottom and pulled her panties and pantyhose up over her hips and smoothed them into place.

Monica was released and popped up with a smile and the two women hugged and walked arm in arm toward the stairs.

Callahan now pushed the button to hide the screen.

"Now, not a word, everyone! Mum's the word."

By the time Monica and Melissa returned, the party had turned up another level and everyone greeted them with unexpected fervor as cakes were served in the great room.

So now he knew he and Monica had been the featured players at the previous dinner. He shrugged and gave a crooked smile toward George, who raised his eyebrows in reply.

Callahan stood in the middle of the room and called for attention. 

"Can we hear a little round of applause for our servants? What do you think? They were damned expensive, but where could you get better help?"

Monica took Jack's hand and curtsied into the middle of the group of appreciative guests.

Jack dropped Melissa and George off in front of their house at about 2AM and then slowly drove toward home.

"George is going to ask for a divorce." Jody said quietly. "Did he tell you?"

"Not exactly. Too bad."

"Could we stop in the park a minute?"

Jack wheeled into the park to the spot they had parked in the old days. Jody slipped over against him and pulled his hand around her neck and onto her breast.

"We have to talk, don't we, Jack?"

It was silent for awhile as Jack stared up at a bright moon.

He sighed a long sigh. "Yeah, yeah,.. .. guess so," he said.

"Yeah, I know. It's, I guess we knew .. .. for awhile, ... both of us ..?"

"Yeah, but, I feel sad. So sad for what we have had." He squeezed her breast softly.

"Me too. I feel hollow. And tired," she said quietly. "It's Monica, isn't it?"

Jack was silent again. He sighed long and deep. "Yeah. How did you know."

"It was the hand-holding tonight and the looks."

"And, George?"

She leaned her head against him and sighed quietly. "Yes, it's George. I can't help it. I'm in love with him. We want to be together. Maybe we will be."

Jack nodded silently.

He squeezed her breast tenderly, and then very slowly, let his hand slip away and started the car.