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The Package Ch. 01

By: robin35



Congratulations

Book Three: The Package

Ashkey couldn't believe what had just happened. Rushing from the shop she realized that she had just spent all afternoon making love to a fantastic person and that it had been a woman.

Never before today would she have contemplated a woman in a sexual way and yet the connection with Maria had been unmistakable and together had they made has had had sex seemed like the most natural thing in the world.

She was laden down with parcels that contained an array of lingerie that she could not wait to get home and try on.

Home she thought. She had become so absorbed in what she was experiencing with Maria that she had forgotten about the time and glancing at her watch she realized that she had so little time to get back home and collect the girls from school. The day had not panned out as she had expected it to but it had been better.

Ashkey decided that she would have to find a taxi to take her home. This would be quicker than the bus. She stepped out of the mall and found a taxi rank. She went to the front of the queue and jumped into the back of the taxi and gave directions.

As the car set off she was able to contemplate what had happened this morning and the only thought she had was that she still had to complete the wardrobe transformation. It would require another shopping trip and secretly she thought it could be better than today.

Her mind was wandering away to the places that she had gone to over the past few days and she realized how much she was enjoying this new side of herself. It had obviously always been there and now it was manifesting itself.

Ashkey knew that she could not let her husband find out about this transformation. She would have to keep the two things separate and this only added to her excitement.

The taxi pulled up outside her home and she was relieved to see that her husband had not returned home unexpexctantly from work. She opened the door of the cab and took the packages and herself into the safe confines of her house.

Here she Ashkey the wife and mother again. She ran upstairs and into her bedroom. She located a hidden spot in her wardrobe and stuffed the bags into it hoping that her husband would not look in the wardrobe.

Satisfied that she had managed to disguise this set of begs well she went back downstairs and out of the house. She went straight to school and picked her daughters up.

On the way home the girl's chattered about what they had been up to that day and how they had played and what they had been taught. Try as she might Ashkey could not muster the energy to listen to the girls today. She loved her daughters but they were not uppermost in her mind.

She managed to get them home with the correct verbal acknowledgements and a portion of sweets and as they changed and then settled themselves in front of the television Ashkey managed to find solitude in the kitchen. 

She realized that she needed to rush around and tidy up before her husband got home.

Suddenly the phone rang.

"Hello darling it is me"

"Hello sweetie how has your day been?"

"Okay" her husband responded

"Busy as per usual but you know I am surviving. I am ringing because I have to leave town again tonight and I am not sure when I will get home"

Ashkey listened to the conversation and as per usual she knew she should be annoyed but strangely today she could not care. She could not think why and then she remembered the package.Ashkey suddenly became excited and she said

"That's fine darling. Do not worry about me and the girls. We will be fine. You remember to eat and not work to hard.

"Thanks honey" He responded.

"I shall see you tomorrow"

"Love you honey"

"Love you sweetie"

Then the phone was dead. Ashkey looked at the package and pushed it to the side as she made tea for the girls. It would wait until they were in bed. 

With the girls to keep her occupied Ashkey was able to temporarily forget about the package. It was there in her eye line but refused the temptation to grab it and rip it open. She prepared the evening meal for her and the girls and they sat in silence at the table as they ate.

Ashkey was lost in her thoughts. She had thoroughly enjoyed her time with Anton and the experience with Maria had been mind-blowing. Never before would she have thought she could reach such sexual highs.

For many years Ashkey and her husband had made love but she had always found that the sheer act of penetration had left her unfulfilled. She had long ago resorted to masturbation both during and afterwards to bring herself off.

She knew that she could not blame her husband for this situation because in reality she should have had the courage long ago to sit and take the time to talk to her husband about the issue.

Ashkey was thinking about her husband. He was good-looking and a hard worker. Yes there was many a night when he was so tired when he got home that the thought of making love was furthest from his mind.

She had no doubt that he still fancied her in fact he was always telling her what a good-looking woman she was. Unfortunately he did not ever show her. Ashkey had sexual needs and although she had repressed them over the years they were still there.

The last few days spent with Anton and Maria had shown to her that there was a sexual side to herself and now that she had found it she was not going to lose it again. What she would want in the long-term was to bring her husband out of himself and get him to join in.

He was not a talker and Ashkey realized that the key to this problem was to open up her husband's emotions.

In the meantime she was not going to pass up this opportunity. In 48hrs she had explored sexuality that she had long ago forgotten about and she was enjoying it. She tried hard not to glance at the parcel.

In her heart she knew that it was from Anton and the anticipation of getting it open was beginning to pray on her mind. She glanced at the clock and saw that it was only 6 o'clock.

It was far too early to send the girl's to bed. She allowed them to leave the table then she cleared away the dishes and tidied up the mess both she and the girls had made. This was normally a task that allowed her to contemplate her mind but today her head was elsewhere.

She was constantly looking at the clock and each time she did she thought the clock must be broken because it never seemed to move.

Eventually the clock crawled its way round to 7 o'clock. This was the moment she had been waiting for. With a flourish she walked into the lounge and asked the elder girl to go and run the bath. There were a few moments of argumentative banter but eventually Ashkey won and the elder disappeared upstairs. Ashkey sat and watched the news and heard the bath water running.

Eventually her eldest daughter came down and reached for the younger one. She helped her upstairs and then they both climbed into the bath. Ashkey allowed them to splash about for about ten minutes then she went upstairs and helped them to wash and clean their hair.

When this task was complete she helped them both out of the bath and toweled them dry. She slipped them into their nightclothes and then took them to their bedrooms. Here she tucked them both into bed and read them a story.

The ritual complete she kissed them both on the forehead and turned out the bedroom lights.

Ashkey went back downstairs poured herself a glass of wine and sat in front of the television.

She could not open the package yet. She would have to give the girls time to get to sleep as she was sure that she did not want to be disturbed when she opened it.

Ashkey took the time to sit on the couch sipping her wine and enjoying the peace and quiet. She tried to empty her mind as she was sure that what the package would hold would be the next step in her sexual quest.

Eventually the clock above the mantel-piece struck nine o'clock. Ashkey had heard nothing from the girls upstairs and she felt safe. She placed the glass of wine on the coffee table and then she went to the kitchen. She picked up the glass and with shaking hands walked back to the lounge. She sat down took a sip of wine then ripped the package open.

Ashkey could not wait to open the package. All day she had sat there and looked at it and the temptation through tea had been immense. Somehow she had managed to avoid this and now here she was ripping the top of the package.

She sat there and closed her eyes and then poured the contents of the package onto her lap.

There was a mobile phone, a video, some photos and a set of lingerie in ruby red velvet.

There was also a note. She took the note and read

Dear Ashkey,

Firstly let me thank you for a wonderful fuck yesterday. I have lusted after your body for many a month and then to see you naked and fucking yourself yesterday was one of the most amazing things I have ever seen. I could not help but masturbate then.

To then be asked to play a game with you was beyond my imagination and again thoroughly enjoyable. Then I thought I would surprise you and to take control and then shag you was just the icing on the cake.

No I lie about that re-running it on video was even sexier and I had to masturbate as I watched all the hot action. Even seeing myself made me horny. I never thought the sight of my cock could do that to me.

Anyway being the bastard that I am I could not keep it to myself so last night I had my mates round and we had a wanking session whilst watching you and guess what they all want a piece of you but that is another matter.

Now in this package you will find a mobile phone. If you plug it in you will find that it is fully charged. It is a photo phone and if you go to the messages you will find a couple of presents from me.

As regards the lingerie. It is cheap and tacky. It looks velvet and red a color I know you like but I have modified it. Do not examine it until you have taken a shower and removed all your pubic hair. Then you can put it on.

I will ring at 22.00hrs to chat.

Remember you are at my beckon call and any delay will result in a punishment and forfeit.

Love Anton

Xxxxxxxx

Ashkey could not believe this was happening to her. She looked at the pile of things in her lap and she had to admit the lingerie did look nice. She decided to go along with Anton and see what he had planned for her.

Firstly she took the phone and plugged it in. Then leaving it to warm up she went upstairs and set the shower running. She stripped off her clothes and stepped in. She took a lavender wash and scrubbed her body clean.

Then she looked around for her razor. She made sure to change the blade as she knew that she would need a sharp one to make herself bald. She found some lather and liberally applied it to her pussy lips and pubic hair and round to her perineum.

She started to shave and initially she used a pair of scissors to remove the majority of the curly wisps. When she could remove no more this way she spread her legs and drew the razor over it.

At first she started on her hair at her bikini line and it came away easily. Then she moved to her pussy lips. Here she was a little more delicate but she found that the friction was arousing her. When her lips were bald she spread her legs further and shaved around to her perineum.

Satisfied that she had removed as much hair as possible she showered away the rest of the lather. When it was clear she looked at herself and noticed how puffy her lips were and how pronounced her clit was. She could not help herself.

She began to finger fuck herself and then as she had to lean against the shower wall to support herself she began to frig her clit. It was all too much for her and within minutes Ashkey was exploding in orgasm.

She had to stifle a scream so as not to wake the girls and then she watched as her pussy juice leaked from between her legs and into the shower floor.

God she was aroused and she could not wait for later.

She literally jumped out of the shower and before she knew it she had dried herself and put on the lingerie. Strangely it fitted her but the crotch had been cut out of the knickers and the bra had holes for her nipples. She looked so slutty.

Ashkey went downstairs and checked the phone.

The first message was a picture if Anton's cock and the second was a group of young men watching a video.

See you at ten was all it said.

Ashkey could not wait.

The Package Ch. 01



Suzanne studied herself in the mirror. Staring back at her was a moderately pretty 30-something (although men would say she was stunning). Suzanne was critical, but she had to agree that her hair was superb -- thick shoulder-length auburn hair with such a shine and bounce. Her face? Oval, clear-featured with a dusting of freckles and piercing green eyes. She wore no makeup, or very little, and her complexion was good. 

"All right," was her verdict, also remembering how her last boyfriend had complimented her on her "face to die for" -- just before he dumped her. Why was it that they all idolised her until they discovered her secret, then dropped her like a hot potato?

She sighed and continued her examination. Longish neck with well defined tendons that she knew looked good in a choker. Shapely shoulders and arms. 36B breasts with dark nipples showing slightly through her white lace bra. An hourglass waist (26) with a flat stomach to which slight muscle shape gave definition and made a tiny valley leading down from her tummy button to her lace knickers. The valley had a thin trail of very fine hair which added to the effect.

36 hips with a well formed behind gave way to long thin legs and shapely feet, making her 5 foot 10 inches look well proportioned. She wished her boobs were bigger and her bum smaller, but generally she felt she was in good shape. What would James think if they ever got this far? She watched in slight surprise as her nipples hardened at the thought and became more obvious through the lace.

The meeting

She had met James at a friend's barbeque, and liked him immediately. He was about her age and looked as if he exercised. She had been a bit down after Fergus had dumped her, and had responded to Izzy's invitation to try to cheer herself up. However, the music, the couples and the inanity of the whole occasion had the opposite effect, and she found herself depressed and drinking by the "bar" in the kitchen, thinking of leaving. James walked in, and she saw various emotions flit across his face -- first surprise and admiration, then concern. 

"Do you want to tell me about it?"

It was that totally off the wall line borne of genuine concern, not a pick up line she'd ever heard! Somehow his concern had thumped her in the chest and she felt herself tear up. Gently he took the glass out of her hand and put it down and she found herself sobbing uncontrollably into his shoulder. Part of her was asking, "What the hell are you doing sobbing on this man you've never met before?" The rest of her felt so comfortable with him she was amazed.

"I'm sorry," she hiccupped between sobs, and felt him lead her to the study at the front of the house and sit her down in a chair.

The study was quieter, and the only occupant left on realising how upset she was. Suzanne was grateful when he shut the door to block out the noise and give her some privacy. He came and knelt down by the chair, taking her hand gently in his.

"You don't have to tell me," he murmured softly, the concern in his face as he looked up at her, almost setting her off again.

"I'm sorry," she started again, "I've wet your shirt and ruined your handkerchief, and I must look blotchy. Thank goodness I don't wear much makeup."

He held his hand up to stop her "You still look stunning. My shirt will dry, and my handkerchief will wash."

She managed a watery giggle that turned into another sob, and she cried again quietly, the tears just running down her cheeks. He gently dabbed them away with his handkerchief and pressed her hand.

"Shhhh. Shhhh." he comforted her. "Whatever it is, it will pass. Shhhh. I know that's not much consolation now, but remember it. Shhhh. Would you like me to find someone to take you home?"

Suzanne shook her head, not trusting her voice. He knelt up, put his arm across his shoulder and she rested her head on his chest again. She felt herself calming down, with only occasional shudders and hiccups of breath shaking her body. James kept murmuring in her ear and she found the buzz of his voice soothing without having to understand what he was saying.

After what seemed like about half an hour, she whispered, "I don't even know your name." He told her, and she said, "I'm Suzanne. Would you mind if I told you a little?"

She couldn't believe that she wanted to tell this stranger her problems. Why did she feel as if she had known him forever although she knew nothing at all?

He said softly, "I would be honoured with as much or as little as you want to tell me." What a turn of phrase this man had, making her feel totally comfortable.

"I've just been dumped by my boyfriend. I came to the party to cheer myself up, but it just made me more depressed." She felt safe talking into his chest rather than looking at him.

"There are a lot of couples here," he commented.

She looked up at him, thankful for his understanding, and glimpsed his concerned face again. "Fergus was very nice, but like all the others, he dropped me when I told him about my secret." She blushed, felt his arm tighten around her, and loved him for it. "I've never really managed to keep a boyfriend for more than a few months. They all give up on me, you see.

"I've been without, and while I can do it, I don't like it. I've even tried to go out with another girl." Suzanne felt herself go hot, and realised that she was blushing right down her face and neck to her breasts. "Just to see if that would work, but I realised quite quickly that it wasn't for me. So here I am back to square one and thinking I'll never make it."

"Don't be so hard on yourself," James responded. "One day you will meet the right person. All you have to do is be as happy as you can until that happens. I won't go on about how good you look, as that's not relevant. The right person will accept your secret, and he or she will cherish you so that you'll wonder why you ever worried about it."

Suzanne twisted in his arm to look up at him, and asked, "How do you know what to say to help me to be at peace with myself again?"

His response surprised her like his first remark. "Suzanne, would you go out to dinner with me?"

I don't know what to say, she thought. Most of me wants to go out to dinner with him, but I'm afraid that he'll dump me just like the others.

As if reading her thoughts, he continued, "I know that you'll be concerned about being dumped again, but I would like to talk some more and get to know you. Obviously I don't know how I will feel about this 'secret' when you give me the privilege of knowing it, but I would like to try to understand and accept it whatever it is."

Well, if he'd wanted to reassure her, he'd certainly done that, and she accepted his invitation.



The Package Ch. 02



Ashkey sat there with her red velvet underwear on and sipping her glass of wine. Her nipples were sticking out through the holes in the bra and they were red and swollen in sexual anticipation. She looked down past her abdomen and what she saw was too much for her.

As she looked she was able to see the arranged lips of her pussy. She had taken the time to pull them through the material of her crotchless knickers and as she slid further forward in the chair they seemed to ease out even more.

Due to her earlier masturbation they were very puffy and red. The blood was rushing to them. They were also very open and at that moment she could have taken any cock that was on offer.

To further add to the sexual excitement she was able to see her clit just popping out of its hood. It was definitely engorged and longing to be touched. Ashkey could not help herself. She placed the glass of wine on the table and gently began to strum her clit. She was so aroused that it took literally seconds for her to spasm to orgasm. This time she did scream and she spread her legs wide as if inviting something or someone to fuck her.

She was hot and panting frantically. She could not stop herself now she was on fire. She reached for the bottle of wine and drained the last of its contents into the glass. Then she spat on the end and covered it with a piece of wrap. It was now a fuck a cock and she needed it.

Ashkey placed her legs as wide as she could over the arms of the chair and then with one hand pinching her nipples she slowly inserted the neck of the bottle into herself. It slid in the first few inches easily but as the neck expanded so did her pussy to accommodate it.

She allowed herself to be filled as much as possible and then she began to fuck herself with the bottle. She started with slow languid strokes but as the passion of sex overtook her she began to thrust it deep into herself. She tried to literally spread her legs out horizontal. 

She wanted as much of the bottle as she could and as she pressed moiré into her waiting cunt she screamed abuse out loud. She felt she was talking to a man

"Fuck me" she screamed

"Fill me you bastard. Harder harder deeper"

It was a horny sex scene with just her and a bottle yet Ashkey was convinced it was a man. As her orgasm began to grow deep within her she let herself relax and then it exploded out of her. Lights swirled her head. Her legs shook and her arse bucked off the chair. 

The orgasm was immense and seemed to drain every muscle in her body. She had to let go of the bottle and as she did her cunt spurted a shower of juice onto the rug. Ashkey did not care she had to go through this orgasm and experience life.

Fully ten minutes passed as further little orgasms shuddered her body. At last Ashkey was able to open her eyes and see she still had ten minutes until Anton called. 

Ten minutes she could not wait ten fucking minutes. She needed a cock now, she wanted a cock now fuck it she deserved a cock now. She had done all that had been asked of her. Patience had never been one of Ashkey's better virtues and now that she was on a sexual high she was getting very frustrated. She had no doubt that Anton would keep his promise it was just that ten minutes when suddenly begin to seem kike an eternity.

Bang on ten o'clock there was a beep at the side of Ashkey. She picked up the phone and the screen said.

0ne message.

Ashkey pressed the open button and waited for the screen to change. It took less than a second and there before her eyes was a picture of Anton. He was naked and smiling at her.

Below the picture there was a message.

Ashkey I am at your front door dressed as you see me on the screen.. I hope you are wearing the lingerie that I sent you? If you are then come to the door and let the party begin.

Ashkey was literally dripping her cumm onto the couch as she read the message. She had wanted and needed a cock and here was Anton at her front door literally stripped and ready for action.

Ashkey literally dropped the phone onto the couch and ran to the front door. She was not nervous just horny. She reached for the latch and just threw the door open. Anton was stood there with his massive cock sticking straight out from his abdomen.

Ashkey was in no mood at this moment to play. She just wanted to be fucked. Anton could see the lust in her eyes and for the moment was happy to go along with this . He allowed himself to be dragged into the hallway and flung to the floor.

With no finesse or love Ashkey positioned her cunt over the hard throbbing shaft of Anton then taking a deep breath she plunged herself down onto it. She was already stretched from the wine bottle and in fact she found Anton a little small.

She sat there for a moment and slowly her cunt muscles began to contract around the shaft. When she was gripping it she moaned and then allowed herself to move up and down the shaft in nothing but a fucking motion.

She wanted to have cumm in her pussy and she needed it quickly. Faster and faster she fucked the shaft until she reached down and grabbed Anton's balls. As viciously as she could she dug her nails into the sac.

Anton let out a scream but the sensation was fantastic. As Ashkey dug into his balls he felt his shaft begin to throb and then tighten. He was cumming and he wanted to shoot now.

"I am cumming bitch" he screamed

"Fill me you bastard. Give me all you have"

It was too much for Anton and with a guttural moan he unleashed into her pussy. He grabbed her arse as he shot so he could fill her completely. As Anton fired his last load Ashkey climbed from him and lay on her back in the corridor.

She looked around herself and realized the front door was still open and then she laughed out loud.

Ashkey was still laughing when she turned and looked at Anton. He had a little perplexed look on his face and this just made Ashkey laugh even more. She bent over and gave him a kiss on the lips. She then stood and went to the kitchen.

"Would you like a beer?' She shouted.

Anton pulled himself up from the hallway carpet and closed the front door.

"That would be lovely" he responded.

Anton followed Ashkey into the kitchen and grabbed her round the waist as she poured his beer into a glass.

"What was all that about?" he asked with a laugh in his voice.

Ashkey was still full of a warm sensation inside and she was still inwardly laughing. She was playing a game now with Anton and enjoying it. With a giggle she turned and offered him the glass of beer.

"What was what about?' she replied coyly

Anton looked at her and could see that she was teasing him.

"Where did that fuck come from?"

"Oh that" said Ashkey

"Well today I went to the mall to by some lingerie and ended up by getting seduced by a saleswoman. It was my first lesbian experience and although sex with a man is good this was different and fantastic. Then I came home and had to look at your package for several hours unable to open it as the girls were here.

When they had gone to bed I opened the package and found the phone. I switched it on and saw your cock and then your mates. That made me so wet. When I read your instructions and saw the lingerie you had chosen I had to do what you instructed.

In the shower I removed my pubic hair and then I had to masturbate. I thought that would suffice until you came but when I came downstairs I was highly aroused again.

I drank some wine and drained the bottle then I inserted it into my cunt and fucked myself with it. That was probably my sixth orgasm of the day and all I could feel was frustration at the fact that there was no cock for me to fuck.

I sat and waited for you to ring. When the phone went I was so worked up that all I wanted to do was fuck you. No love, no affection, just a good hard fucking.

I had to have you there and then. I had to use you for what you were at that moment. An available cock.

I did and had one of the best fucks I have had in years. It was nothing to do with you. It was all me and I was sexually alive.

Thank you. That was what that was all about."

Anton sipped at his beer and listened as Ashkey recounted her day to him and the reason why she had just fucked him. Her voice and intensity were making him hard again but he had other ideas for Ashkey at that moment. He had planned tonight and although he had become distracted by her need to be shagged he had to bring her back to his game.

He drained the contents of his glass and then he stepped towards Ashkey. He gently and sensually kissed her on the lips. Ashkey shivered at the touch of his lips on hers and she was soon wrapped around him.

Anton broke the embrace and the kiss and then he stepped back. He folded his hands across his chest and then he spoke.

"Well I am glad that you have enjoyed your fun and your fuck but you have not finished for tonight.

Are you still up for some fun?"

Ashkey was secretly wishing that now that she had been fucked Anton would have been satisfied and would leave her to sleep. However she not only realized that this was unfair to Anton she was also intrigued by what he had planned for her.

"Yes I am still up for some fun" 

"Good" Anton said.

"If that is your decision I want you to go upstairs and find something to wear. You will keep the lingerie on that I have bought you. You will add to that a pair of black stockings, a short mini-skirt and a white blouse. 

You will complete the look by rouging your breasts and pussy lips then you will come back downstairs.

Do you understand?"

Ashkey had stood and listened to his demands and at first thought they were quite tame. She could do all that he asked.

"If that is what gets you off then that is what I will do"

Anton smiled to himself as he watched her disappear upstairs. As she prepared herself he sat in the lounge and played with his cock.

When she re-entered the room he saw that she was exactly as instructed. He then stood and walked over to her.

He whispered in her ear.

"Now open the curtains"

Ashkey walked to the window and did as instructed and got the fright of her life.

Ashkey drew back the curtains and then stepped back in surprise and wonderment. Could she really believe what she was seeing? She looked at Anton as if trying to seek some acknowledgement that her eyes were deceiving her but all Anton could do was smile lecherously at her and say.

"I thought we could perform for an audience?"

Ashkey stared back at the window and counted six pairs of eyes attached to youthful faces gazing back at her. In all there hands was a camera and dressed as she was she knew that they had not come to photograph her front room. She was going to be there adult model for the night.

Anton came up behind Ashkey as she gazed out of the window and took her in his arms. He turned her to face him and began to kiss her passionately. Ashkey's mind was in turmoil but she still allowed her mouth to open and accept the probing tongue of Anton. She returned his kisses but she was thinking for the first time the gravity of what she had got herself into to.

Thirty six hours ago she was a respectable mother of two and a devoted housewife. Although her life may not have been filled with excitement it had not been dull either. Until she had found the life of the internet she had never realized that there were any deficits in her life.

Then one day she had made the mistake of logging on and her life had begun to transform itself. At first she had thought she had things under control. A little innocent adult conversation and a trade of ideas.

A suggestion of an exchange of stories and the turmoil she went through to accept this. Once she had agreed she had crossed the line. Just how far over the line she had crossed was just now beginning to dawn on her.

Yesterday she had openly masturbated for the first time in years. She had always been a wanker but it had been done in the safe confines of her bedroom. The front room yesterday became her studio.

She was now a performer. When she had realized that Anton was there she had not rejected his advances in fact she had encouraged it. Now she was alive and she had allowed herself to move along so quickly sexually.

Ashkey had not thought about the consequences of her actions and as Anton was kissing her she realized that she had been transformed from housewife to sex addict. She had a young lover kissing her passionately and she had six youths outside her window watching the action.

More than that her curtains were open and any of her neighbors could se what was happening and then report back to her husband. The implications for her life were immense and her rational side was telling her to stop now.

However like an addict to a drug she didn't want to stop. She had a craving and Anton was fulfilling it. She also realized that like any addiction things got worse and the need would become greater.

This was her now. She could if she had the determination stop right now but she was craving what she was getting and the riskier the better.

Ashkey had resigned and resolved in her mind that although what she was doing was wrong as regards the boundaries of her marriage it was also necessary to satisfy her craving. She hoped one day to include her husband in her craving but for the moment she was prepared to take the risk alone and satisfy her desires.

Ashkey had been having this conversation in her head whilst her tongue had been intertwined with Anton. Her thoughts had distracted her and she had not realized that Anton had pulled up her skirt and exposed her knicker clad buttocks to the watching crowd.

Anton withdrew his tongue from her mouth and stopped the embrace. He dropped her skirt back into place and then he stepped away from her.

"Are you still prepared to play?"

Ashkey just stood there like a defeated drug addict and nodded her head

Anton saw the assent and then he said.

"I have a group of friends out there who have come to see a show. I will not disappoint them and neither will you. They have all as instructed brought cameras and you are going to perform a strip for them.

As you strip you will be photographed and then when you are naked we will fuck. I will take your pussy and then I will have your arse. All the time the cameras will click.

When we have finished there will be six copies of our love-making. No that is a lie. There will be six copies of our fucking.

This will ensure your absolute compliance. You will not discuss this with anyone and you will never try to break this bond. If you do then the copies will be sent to your family and friends.

If you agree say nothing just strip

If you do not agree stop now and I will leave you alone and take six randy friends away to wank over your video. When they have all cumm I will send the video back to you and never say another word about it.

You have my promise.

The decision is yours"

Ashkey was once more alone with her thoughts. She could not help but admire Anton. He was telling her what was expected of her and yet he was willing to give her a chance to get out. She did trust him and knew he would say nothing.

It was also a wise move because it meant that if she agreed then she was finally in over her head and would have no control over what happened to her. Strangely though in her head she knew there was no dilemma.

She moved across to the window and popped a button on her blouse. 

Ashkey had to close her eyes to do what she was about to do. Not because she was embarrassed by stripping for a group of young men in fact it was the opposite she was actually sure that she would get aroused by stripping.

No she had to close her eyes so that she could allow her mind to clear and to drift away to another place. She had always enjoyed performing and this was going to be her ultimate performance.

Without music playing she began to sway as she fiddled with the buttons on her blouse. She was unaware of the camera flashes as the six youths began to shoot. One by one she popped open the buttons on her blouse and then she allowed it to hand on her shoulders. It was sort of closed and she began to tease the youths by flapping it open and shut.

She was sure that out there in her front garden were six boys with very hard cocks and she was also sure that one day in the future she would allow more than one of them to fuck her.

Keeping her blouse on and open she then turned her back to the window. She sashayed her hips as she tantalizingly drew the short black skirt up until it was just above the level of her crotch. Enjoying the tease now she bent forward from the waist and allowed the youths a glimpse of her knickered arse.

To enhance the tease she bent until she was touching her toes and then she spread her legs and allowed the youths a glimpse of her pussy through the opening in her knickers. She was hoping that at least a couple of the youths would have stopped filming and be openly masturbating.

Ashkey was lost in what she was doing. She kept her back to the boys as she stood and unzipped the skirt. She gave a shimmy and let the skirt drop to the floor. She then shrugged the blouse from her shoulders and then turned and faced the youths.

She almost felt she could hear the audible sighs as she stood in front of the window in just a peep-hole bra and crotchless knickers. She wanted to carry on the show. It would have been so easy to just unclip the bra and remove her knickers but where would be the fun in that.

Instead Ashkey began to massage her breasts through the material of her bra. Then she allowed her hand to roam and find her nipples. She had always enjoyed a little pain when making love and with a salivating mouth and a dripping cunt she tweaked the nipples quite viciously.

She felt the pain shoot through her body and she wanted to scream in pleasure. Instead she released the nipples and almost came at the moment the blood coursed to the nipple ends. She was visibly panting now and felt sure that the watching audience would be aware of her arousal.

Finally she unclipped the catch on her bra. She held the material close to her breasts then just raised her hands in the air and allowed the bra to fall to the floor and she thrust out her chest to enhance the size of her breasts.

Ashkey was hungry now. She wanted sex and she needed cock. She slowly moved her hand across her abdomen and allowed it to fall across her exposed pussy. She played a finger up one lip and down another. The sensation was so erotic she wanted it continue forever. 

Trying hard not to allow herself to cumm she inserted a finger into her pussy and allowed it to fuck her. Then when she was on the verge she withdrew the finger and inserted it into her mouth. She sucked it clean of her juices and then found her clit. She was going to cumm now no matter what.

She strummed her clit until it was throbbing and then she stopped. She quickly dropped her knickers to the floor and then she returned to her clit.Holding her lips open with her spare hand she literally fucked her clit. 

She wanted to cumm. She wanted to hurt herself and she wanted it to be fast. Harder and faster she stroked her clit. Her legs began to buckle as she felt her orgasm building. It was all too much for her and before she could stop herself she was shouting out in ecstasy.

Her orgasm exploded from her and she slumped to the floor. She opened her eyes and saw the youths standing and clapping.

Ashkey managed to smile back and then she crawled across to Anton.

For a moment they kissed and Anton stroked her hair. Then he picked her up and sat her on his lap. His cock was sticking straight up and with a little manoveouring she was able to impale herself on him.

She allowed Anton to fill her completely and for a moment she just sat there and enjoyed being full. When she was ready she began to slide up and down the shaft. She was careful not too hurt Anton but she wanted him to cumm.




The Package Ch. 02



Now it was the night of the dinner, and she was abominably nervous. Should she tell him tonight or leave it a while? He was so understanding she wanted to get it over with and be honest and open about it. But selfishly, she also wanted to get to know him better before running the risk of losing him. Ah well, she wasn't going to make any decision, she'd just have to let the moment take her.

Suzanne slipped into her black dress and watched as the sheer fabric settled round her breasts, clung to her stomach and flared over her hips. The doorbell rang, and she quickly added a choker and shoes before dashing down to answer it.

James' face said it all. She looked a million dollars. He took her hand and brushed a kiss onto the back as they stared into each other's eyes. He looked good too in tailored trousers and open neck shirt.

There's definitely chemistry here, she thought. Then she felt him turn her hand over and brush the palm with another kiss, which sent shivers up her spine and made her traitorous nipples harden again. She knew that they would show through the fabric of her dress, and sure enough she saw his eyes widen slightly and the corners of his mouth turn up.

What she didn't expect, and she thought she could get very attached to, was his quirky remark, "Nice to see you too!"

Suzanne felt herself blush slightly as she grinned at him. She loved the way his remarks were unconventional, and the way he then took her hand and lifted one eyebrow to ask if she was ready to go. She reached back for her purse and followed him out of the door. James opened the door of his car and she was conscious of his eyes on her as she slipped in and pulled her long legs in after her.

When they arrived at the restaurant he had chosen she realised it was the one she had always wanted to go to with the live jazz band. They were shown to a table in the corner near the band, which was playing Norah Jones' "Don't know why". She was telling him about seeing Stacey Kent live, and he commented on how clear her voice and diction was. Norah Jones had opened the restaurant named after her song, and had allowed them to use her song once each night.

While they were scanning the menu, they started exchanging basic information about themselves. He'd been to a private school, university and into computers. His face lit up when he was talking about the changes in direction in his career in computing, and it was clear he loved his job. She told him about her job as a teacher, and realised that he must see her love of the students in her face too.

As Suzanne began to realise that they were not only complimentary, but also had a lot in common, the fear of telling him about her secret grew.

When they were finishing the main course, he suddenly said, "Penny for them."

She was startled, and realised she had been miles away thinking about it. "Can we dance before we order dessert?" she asked.

He took her hand and she felt a tingle at his touch which made her even more certain that what she was going to do was right.

The package

The dance was a slow one, just what she needed for what she was about to say. "James, we really get along well, and I want to be completely honest from the start." She felt his arm tighten around her -- a good sign that gave her voice a little more confidence. "I need to tell you about my secret right now, because I don't want anything to come between us later. I've been hurt too many times." "There's nothing much between us now, and I'd like to get to the stage where there's nothing at all." His usual quirky response made her heart lift and she grinned up at him.

She saw his eyes grow stormy at the thought and realised that she wanted that too. Then she felt really serious as the importance of the next few moments invaded her whole being, so that he continued, "Hey, I'm sorry. Whatever you have to say, let me tell you that you are gorgeous and as of this moment I want to know you better. Of course I can't promise that my reaction to whatever your secret is will be what you hope, but I can promise that I will take you very seriously, and that I will discuss it with you even if it forces us apart."

Suzanne just about remembered to breathe. "You see," she faltered, "I've lived with this all my life. My father left my mother over it." She noticed that his face was as concerned as the first time he met her. "My mother made a stand for me and refused to let the surgeons cut me about, and my father couldn't live with it."

She suddenly realised that the seriousness of the talk had made them stand still, and he was saying, "Let's go and sit down. This is too serious to discuss dancing," while leading her away from the dance floor. 

But he didn't take her to their table, but to a settee tucked away in one corner of the bar section. She was again grateful for his understanding.

"I wanted to say it with my head on your chest not looking at you," she said shyly. 

He grinned his lovely grin at her, put his arm across her shoulders and rested her head on his chest. "A familiar pose for us" he commented. "You're as nervous as a kitten about this. I know it's really serious, but I WILL NOT dump you. You're on half term, and I can take the morning off tomorrow. We'll talk as long as you want, tonight and tomorrow, at least to start with. Now, if you can, I would be honoured to receive your confidence."

In many ways she felt better, but in one way it made it harder -- she desperately wanted to hang on to him.

"When I was born, the hospital thought I was a boy." Well that was the worst bit over. She sneaked a look up to find him looking at her with one eyebrow raised. "But it was also obvious that I was also a girl, especially as I grew up." She sneaked another look, half expecting him to disown her there and then.

He was looking a bit confused. Well he might be, she thought. In her anxiety, she rushed the next bit.

"You see, I am a girl, but I've got a dick." Well, that's it again, she thought, he'll be off and I won't ever see him again.

"Can I see?" Again he surprised her with his off the wall remark. It was his turn to blush bright brick red, and she loved him for it. "Oh, I'm so sorry. That was much too fast."

In response she just took his hand wordlessly and placed it on her crotch. She felt herself growing hard with the light pressure and warmth of his hand, but she was still a bundle of nerves.

"When I was at school," he began, and she was amazed that he sounded so normal, wasn't even discussing her 'package', and wasn't running out of the restaurant in disgust. "I had a very good friend called Hillhead. I was at a private all boys' school, and like all teenagers we were discovering, talking about and experimenting with sex. Hillhead and I experimented together." She noted the slight flush of his cheeks.

"It was very erotic and very satisfying to masturbate each other. And, once, we experimented with anal sex. I didn't much like it then."

Suzanne looked up at him. "What do you mean, 'then'?"

He smiled. "Like you, I'm not great with the opposite sex, but I had one girlfriend where the relationship was physical, and she liked putting her finger in me while we were having sex. That felt good, and I returned the feeling to her. I've often wondered what it would be like, now that I know it can feel good."

Suzanne was stunned. Not only did he seem relatively comfortable with her "package", but also he'd effectively asked her to try fucking him. Now she was rock hard, and her nipples were standing out like organ stops under her dress. She couldn't believe the intimacy of what he'd told her and how vulnerable it made him. 

She cleared her throat and gasped out, "I think we should go home."

Only then did she realise that his hand was still in her crotch, and that several people were staring at them. But she felt as if she was walking on air. She couldn't give a fuck what they thought. She just smiled seraphically at them while James hailed the waiter and asked for the bill.



The Package Ch. 02



Gradually she increased her rhythm until she was literally bouncing up and down on the shaft. Anton began to match her rhythm with his thrusts and together they moved as one. He had enjoyed the strip and was close to cumming.

He was not going to cumm in her pussy though. He pulled Ashkey off his shaft and flipped her onto all fours. Using her natural lubrication he managed to ream the arse hole winking at him.

His digit at first met resistance then like a plug it sprang open and his finger slid in. He allowed himself to explore her arse for a moment and then he inserted a second digit. Ashkey initially felt uncomfortable with this intrusion but once she was used to it she actually began to push back against it.

As Anton speeded up his digit fucking he quickly withdrew his fingers and placed his cock at the opening. It was still dilated and with one thrust he was buried deep in her arse. 

Ashkey could not help herself she grunted out loud and then said

"Go on you bastard, fuck it. Take my arse slap it and fill it with your cumm. I want to feel that hot spunk deep in"

Anton took the signal and gave her arse cheek a heavy slap. She sighed in contentment. As he thrust he slapped and as he speeded up he matched the rhythm with slaps.

Ashkey was enjoying the rough treatment and all she wanted was to see her reddened arse.

Anton suddenly shouted

"I'm cumming"

"Give it to me. I want it all now"

This was enough for Anton so with a vicious slap and a scream he unloaded his spunk deep into her brown hole. Ashkey felt the splash and then the spurt. She was not touching herself but she came in time with Anton.

Spurt after spurt he unloaded into her and when he was done he withdrew and walked round to Ashkey's face. He placed his cock on her lips and said.

"Suck it clean slut"

Ashkey just opened her mouth and began to suck the cock and balls clean. When she was finished his cock glistened with saliva. She lovingly took her knickers and dried the cock.

She lay exhausted on the couch and watched Anton dressed

He then turned and said.

"Await my text"

Ashkey just nodded and then she was alone. Anton was gone and the crowd with him. Ashkey stood and closed the curtains and then she climbed the stairs.



The Package Ch. 03



Ashkey managed to make it up the stairs without dripping anything onto the carpet. She was replaying the events of the last twenty-four hours in her head and trying to put it in some reasonable order.

Had she really changed that much in a day? Surely not. Ashkey reasoned that she had in fact not changed and that all she had really done was expose the frailties of sex that had lain dormant within her for many years.

She stood on the landing for a moment and realized that what she had done was betray her husband and their marriage vows. On her wedding day she had promised to be faithful to the man she was marrying and in the last twenty-fours hours she had taken those vows ripped them up and thrown them out of the window.

Would she ever be able to look her husband in the eye again?

What she couldn't comprehend was the fact that yes she had been unfaithful but at no point had she not enjoyed what she was doing. Every situation that had arisen she had been given the opportunity to think about and make her own decisions about and each time she had agreed to be used and fucked and sucked.

More than that she had thrilled at the prospect and when she was doing it she was enjoying herself. She had loved being with Maria and she had certainly thrilled at the prospect of stripping for all those youths.

She had even got pleasure in the way that Anton had exerted his authority over her and had her doing whatever he wanted her to.

Yes she had been unfaithful but no she regretted nothing. She did however realize that at some point she would have to sit her husband down and confide in him what she had been up to. She thought that if she worded it correctly and the mood was right her husband would be upset but he might be forgiven.

Secretly she desired that if he could handle it then maybe they could expand the fun to involve him also. She loved her husband and so wanted him to open up sexually for his own pleasure but more so for hers and perhaps for them both as a couple.

Her mind now at ease Ashkey moved herself from the corridor and entered the bathroom. She wanted to keep the spunk in her arse because it was such a sexy and yet disgusting thing. The thought of crawling into bed and snuggling down under the duvet with an arse full of cum was certainly appealing.

Suddenly she remembered a gift she had one at a girl's night. She rummaged in the bathroom cupboard and eventually located the little butt-plug. She bent over and spread her arse cheeks. With a little exerting of pressure the plug slid in and blocked her arsehole.

It was uncomfortable at first. It was a little wider than Anton's cock and so it stretched her hole more than it had ever been stretched. When she walked however it titillated her and she actually found it quite an erotic sensation.

Ashkey then went to the shower and set it running. She didn't mind the thought of cumm in her arse but she always liked to go to bed clean. She found some lavender soap and cleansed herself. She made certain to clean her pussy and when the aroma of the soap hit her nose she relaxed a cleansed woman.

It was as if with the soap cleansing her body it also cleansed her body.

Ashkey stepped from the shower and toweled herself dry. She then walked from the bathroom pulled back the duvet on the bed and snuggled down to sleep.

Her mind although full of images of her sexual adventures was also mentally exhausted and she was soon asleep.

Ashkey had no concept of how long she had been asleep but she was aware of a pressure on the mattress. She turned round startled and was relieved to see that she was being joined in the bed by her husband.

"Hello darling" she murmured.

"Oh hi honey. Sorry did I wake you?"

"No I was just dozing. Lovely to see you. Do you want a cuddle?"

"That would be lovely gorgeous"

Ashkey watched as her husband opened his arms to her and then she snuggled into them. She wanted to go back to sleep but her husband seemed to have other ideas. He sensually stroked her back and shoulders and Ashkey could hear herself purring on his chest.

Her husband Matthew heard her noise and thought she was willing to give him more. He moved his hands from her back and moved down to her breasts. Gently he caressed them and Ashkey was suddenly alert to his intentions.

Inside she shuddered not because she was not enjoying her husband's attentions and she would never deny him it was the fact that she had a butt plug in to remind her of her deeds of the day and also she had a very sore pussy and was not sure if she could handle another cock.

Ashkey rolled onto her back and invited her husband to enter her. He had never been keen on cunnilingus and so she knew what to expect. She opened her legs and her husband placed his cock at the entrance to her pussy.

He was nothing if not predictable. He handled his cock to make sure his aim was true and then he forced himself in. He thought his wife was just tight but Ashkey was not turned on.

She always found it a chore to make love to her husband and tonight was even worse. She realized though that it would soon be over. She made the appropriate noises and moans that indicated to her husband that she was with him.

Ashkey counted twenty-five strokes of her husband's cock then he tensed and shot his spunk into her. He withdrew and then rolled over and went to sleep. Ashkey was now awake and so she got up went downstairs and made herself a cup of coffee.

Then she went to the computer and switched it on.



The Package Ch. 03



The first time

She felt so totally good walking out of the restaurant with his arm clamped round her. "By home, did you mean your place or mine?" he asked.

"I don't care. Which is nearer?" She wanted to get there as quickly as possible.

He kissed her hard and she ran her hand up his back to cradle his neck. She felt the hair at the nape of his neck, short but curly. He broke away to open the car door for her, and she heard herself give an involuntary little mew of discontent at the space between them.

He drove to his place, and she realised it was about half as far as hers. They kissed as soon as they were out of the car, and she felt one hand in her hair and the other on her back pulling her to him. She was holding his cheeks and pulling him into her.

When they made it through the front door, she kicked it shut with her foot and in one fluid motion took the dress off over her head.

She heard him gasp, "Oh God, you are sooo beautiful." And she was pulled roughly to him again for another bruising kiss, feeling his hands on her bare back.

Her lips seemed to be wired to her nipples and her groin and the feelings were exquisite. They were enhanced by feeling his erection against her and the knowledge that this was happening after she had told him about her package. Even if this glorious relationship only lasted a few weeks, she was accepted as she was. At last she could relax.

She reached between them for his shirt buttons, and needing to feel her naked against him he drew back slightly and started at the other end. Soon his shirt was on the floor, and he had one hand inside her bra making the most wonderful sensations on her breast and nipple.

"I love small breasts," he murmured as she ran her hands down the muscles of his back, round the waistband of his trousers, to help them join the pool of clothes on the floor.

He tried to move and they both laughed as they realised that his trousers were stuck on his shoes. Suzanne bent down to help, realising that he had done it at the same split second, and they bumped heads, grabbed each other for support and overbalanced in a heap on the floor with her on top. She felt his erection against her chest, kissed his nipples and down over his stomach to the edge of his underpants. She could hear him gasping with pleasure and took hold of his erection through the fabric as he writhed beneath her.

Quickly she pulled down his underpants, took off his shoes and removed both trousers and underpants in one go. Then she felt his erection with her bare hand, and could feel both her dick leaking pre-cum and her pussy lubricating with the feeling of this hard dick that was not her own in her hand. She started masturbating it, hearing his grunts of delight and watching the bucking of his hips. Her other hand stole down to her own erection and started stroking it.

"Let me do that," he gasped out, and they scooted round till they were lying side by side masturbating each other.

"Oh. Oh." She couldn't believe the smooth friction of his hand, how different it felt from her own, and leant over to kiss him as they both gasped and groaned with the pleasure. 

Suzanne began to pant and noticed that he was also bucking and panting as they both started to come with a ferocity that amazed her. She'd never known such bliss and was completely spent as the pace of their stroking slowed to enhance the aftershocks.

Coming together

Emerging from her stupor, she shivered and realised that they were still in the hall a few feet inside the front door on a bare wooden floor.

"Ma'am, I do apologise for keeping you in the hall. Do let me take you into the lounge." James reached over putting one arm under her shoulders and one under her knees, picking her up with relative ease.

Suzanne gloried in the feel of his skin on hers as he held her to him. She couldn't resist reaching out to feel his muscles rippling on his chest, the hardness of his nipple, and the sensation of her hip sliding stickily over his stomach which added to the erotic pleasure. She glanced down at her own stomach to see the cum on it, and glanced up at him when she felt he was looking at her too. The expression on his face sent a pool of heat to her sex.

She felt herself being gently put down on the thick rug by the hearth, and James leaning over her to put a match to the waiting fire. She couldn't really miss his cock hanging down, and reached out to hold it, feeling it rise to the touch. He groaned and turned to kiss her, and feeling his hand on her dick, she sighed with contentment.

"I want you inside me. Have you got a condom?"

James broke off the kiss to say, rather embarrassed, "I can promise you I haven't had enough relationships to have any kind of disease."

Suzanne laughed. "Silly -- I just don't want to get pregnant, yet."

James looked stunned. "You mean you've got a pussy as well? Can I see?" He grinned at the repetition.

"I want you to do more than look, and get on with it, I'm so hot."

James twisted round and put his hands on her thighs while he studied the pussy under her dick. She felt his stare and the warmth of his hands on her thighs. It made her tingle even more. She felt his hands move slowly down the inside of her thighs, and when he breathed on her pussy, she moaned with the pleasure of it.

"It's like your dick is a grown up clit," he commented, and his tongue touched her lips and made its way slowly and softly round. When he started licking up and down gently and slowly, Suzanne bucked and reached up to rub her nipples, mewing like a kitten.

She could feel his licks getting harder and harder, and his hands moved to rub her erection. The feelings were making her weak and she could feel the heat building in her again. She bucked and moaned against his hand and face, the pressure building and building until she shouted out as her orgasm hit her and shook her body.

She felt him shuffle up and his lips on hers in a passionate kiss, while his hands continued to stroke dick and pussy, extending her enjoyment. 

"I need to get a condom," he whispered into her ear.

She felt his withdrawal like a cold shower, but deep inside was the contentment of knowing that he was coming back, and the crackling logs suffused one side of her with heat.

He was back within seconds, tearing open the packet. The anticipation of him entering her was exquisite, and she could feel her pussy pulsing with need. She took the condom from him and rolled it onto his raging erection.

"Did I do that?" she grinned saucily.

"Oh God, you are so beautiful and sexy and wicked and I just want and ache for you." His words made her desire him even more, and built on the deep happiness that she had found a man who could live with the package.

As his tip touched her lips, she felt her hips rise to meet him and he slid slowly into her wetness. The sensation of his heat inside her was incredible, and she felt her pussy contract round him, glorying in being filled. He bent down over her and covered her mouth with his. His lips tasted good and hers felt full, soft and wired directly to her sex. Then she felt the new sensation of her dick being rubbed between their stomachs lubricated by their first cum.

The kaleidoscope of sensations made her pant and groan with lust, and amazingly she felt her third orgasm building in both dick and pussy. She locked her legs round his back, feeling his bum with her feet, and gloried in his hard, hairy chest on her nipples, the extra pressure on her dick, and the deeper thrusts of his rock hard cock. This time she came like a tornado, bucking and grinding against his thrusts and crying out his name.

Vaguely, through the noise and heat of her own orgasm, she heard him crying out too.

"Oh God. Oh Suzanne. Oh I love you, I love you, I love you."

As they clung together in a stupor exchanging soft kisses and occasionally moving hips or hands to explore the sensations of the end of the orgasm, she thought how very, very lucky she was to have met this man.

The proposal

When James lifted his head, she looked into his eyes, and saw such tenderness, love and admiration. He opened his mouth and she reached up to kiss it.

The kiss lasted a long time, then he grinned and whispered, "Will you marry me?"

She was overwhelmed with emotion. "Yes, oh yes please." Tears ran down her cheeks and she hugged him tight to her. He kissed away the tears and said, "We'll never be able to tell our children that this is how I proposed to you." And he wiggled his hips to emphasise that he was still inside her.

They laughed and lay in each other's arms in front of the warm fire. Much, much later, when he had shrunk and slipped out of her, he sighed and said, "We need a shower. Allow me to escort you."

As they separated, their skins peeled apart and the cold air emphasised their previous snug closeness. He took her hand and led her through his bedroom to the bathroom, stopping in front of the shower. As he leant into the shower to turn it on, she pushed her groin into his bum and slid her hands round to caress his nipples.

James straightened up and she could feel his back pressing against her nipples and his hands caressing her cheeks. She slid her hands down through the hair on his chest to the hair above his groin, tickling him there. He squirmed, and she moved her hand down to encircle his cock, pumping it slowly while she felt her own dick grow between his cheeks.

She couldn't help shunting her hips and the sensations of her dick rubbing between his legs were exquisite. Suddenly he reached behind and she felt his hand on her dick, making her groan with pleasure. He positioned it against his hole, and pushed back. Gently she opened the hole with her tip, going in and out to spread the lubrication she could feel seeping out of her now rock hard member.

Gradually she pushed into his hole, and the tightness and friction made her gasp. At the same time she was pumping his cock and running her other hand up and down his chest, straying over his nipples. His hands were on her arse, pulling her into him.

"Comfortable?" she asked when she was fully home.

"Mmmmmm," he murmured as she began slowly and with short strokes to dip in and out.

The squeeze of his tight hole, his hands on her arse, and his little gasps of bliss made her balls ache, her dick twitch and little shocks of pleasure run inside her body up to her nipples and mouth.

Faster and faster she moved, and he bucked against her, gasping and groaning. Suzanne couldn't believe she was going to come again, and twitching and spurting inside him was sooo good. She felt him push back against her twice more as his cock pulsed in her hand and he came too.

They were both panting and holding onto the shower door for support. She didn't want to separate from him yet, so grabbed him round the stomach and backed up to sit on the toilet with him in her lap. That way she could continue to feel the pleasure of being inside him while she shrank.

He leaned back to kiss her and she relaxed into the kiss, feeling how engorged and sensitive her lips were. "Wow, when I said I'd like to try, I had no expectation that it would be so good."

She grinned, and felt herself slithering out.

The shower

The hot water streaming down the shower wall looked so inviting, and he found a rubber band for her hair. His hands raking her hair together and popping the band over to make a ponytail made her scalp come alive. She was touched by his care for her. Just the understanding that she wouldn't want to get her hair wet made her feel like a princess. No one had ever done that for her since she was in primary school, but this time it was very sexy.

They stepped under the water together and she gloried in the sensation of her hands soaping him. Inevitably her hands spent a long time enjoying the feel of the regions between his legs, making him moan with delight.

He was making her skin crawl pleasurably as he soaped her in return. His hands caused electric shocks to travel from her nipples to her groin as they slid over her well soaped breasts. As his hands massaged down the soap and water cascaded across her tummy to her bush, her sharp breaths turned to moans of enjoyment as he made sure her dick did not want for lather.

The tension was almost unbearable, and her own hands virtually stopped moving as she concentrated on the sensations his were producing in her. Then his hands moved down back and front to soap her pussy and her crack at the same time. She squirmed with the joy of sensation and was rewarded with a finger in each hole. He was gentle, and she enjoyed the feeling of a quiet finger fuck in the aftermath of three of the biggest orgasms she had ever experienced.

This was a new sensation, making her dick hard. She tried to analyse the feelings -- no pressure to come, because she was sated from three in quick succession. Just a gentle bliss to float through without hurry. Her hand was moving gently again over his cock and she put a finger up his hole to give him the same gentle joy.

They stood like this under the warm stream of water, gently rocking fingers and enjoying each other, for what seemed like ages. They would occasionally kiss or rub their chests together, which added to the feelings they were experiencing.

Suzanne suddenly wanted more and whispered to him, "I want you in my arse."

His eyes darkened and his cock went from hard to rock hard in her hand. 

"Can I assume you want that too?" she grinned up at him, turning round to present her back view.

She felt his cock against her, and pushed back gently. As the end forced its way in, her own dick also hardened. Together they slowly pushed him fully into her, and she was in heaven again. His hand came round her hip, and fingers enclosed her dick. The other reached round the other hip, under her balls and slipped a finger back into her pussy. Trust James to think of giving her maximum enjoyment.

Her hands were on the tiles giving her leverage to push back onto him as he gently built up the speed and depth. The erotic things he was whispering in her ear made her mew with pleasure.

"I can feel my cock with the finger that's up your pussy." He was describing to her what he was feeling. "Oh God, your arse is so tight round my cock. This must be what you felt when you fucked my arse. The grip of your arse, the friction, the feel of your cheeks against my hips. Your hard dick in my hand, and one finger up your pussy. My God this is so amazing.

"You are so beautiful and sexy. The curve of your back is gorgeous. Your mane of hair is bobbing up and down. I don't have enough hands to caress your body and your nipples, but its so sexy seeing your hands doing it for me. Oh God, when your hands reach back and touch me, it's electric."

He had speeded up through this, making new feelings course through her. 

The rhythm of his hand on her dick was building pressure inside her again and she cried out, "Oh James, I'm going to come again."

She could hear him panting and feel him jerking inside her as his orgasm peaked, hers blasting through her a few moments later with huge aftershocks in her pussy and spasms round his cock. They collapsed to the floor shaking, with the water streaming off them, and held on to each other while they calmed down.

She felt rather than saw him reach up and turn off the shower, and she was quite glad not to have the water pounding down on her.



The Package Ch. 04



Drying off

He opened the door and helped her up. They staggered out like two drunks, drunk with sex and in her case drunk with joy for having her first real relationship, she thought. Suddenly it struck her – she was engaged to a gorgeous man, package and all. The real deal.

She turned and hugged him so hard she drove the breath out of him. She loved the feel of his cock against hers, the hardness of his chest on her breasts, the tickle of his hair on her nipples, and the softness of his lips making hers tingle. She danced away from him and saw his eyes grow smoky as she danced in front of him.

As his eyes flicked over her, she was aware of each part of herself; her hair flowing and jumping from side to side, her stomach muscles tightening as she moved, her dick bouncing around, her leg muscles rippling as they danced, her bum thrusting out towards him while she twisted her head to keep watching, her grin from ear to ear.

She came back to him and subsided into his arms again, and he kissed her hard. "Hey, what's that about?" he asked.

"I'm so happy. I'm engaged to a gorgeous bloke who knows about my package and still asked me. I'm so excited to be able to be naked in front of someone and not to have to hide any more. I can't believe my luck. I love sex with you and I love you, and I can't wait to be married to you."

"Phew, quite a catalogue. No wonder you're dancing. Seriously Suzanne, I love you more than I can say. I've never felt this good with a girl before, and I've certainly never been able to share the intimate things I share with you. Like you, I'm comfortable naked with you in a way I've never been before."

He kissed her again, and she couldn't believe the electricity that coursed through her lips to her nipples, dick and pussy. She moved her lips on his to increase the sensation, and felt his tongue running round. She realised, however, that this time after – how many times in quick succession? – it wasn't going to lead to another orgasm.

Eventually they pulled apart, and he suggested a drink. Grabbing a towel he patted dry what was left of the water on her. She felt so cared for and pampered, and the sensation of having someone else drying her was wonderful. Her skin crawled with pleasurable sensations. Then she took the towel and returned the favour, watching the emotions on his face mirroring those when he had dried her. That in itself was arousing, knowing she could affect this man so much with such a small service.

When they went through to the kitchen, Suzanne was really surprised to find herself quite comfortable with walking round his house naked and with him naked. It was a completely new experience for her, as she had never been able to do it except on her own. She couldn't help dancing a little, and saw James grinning at her.

"I love the way you do that. It is so sexy seeing you so happy and naked."

They made hot drinks together, both choosing green tea.

"You don't need the variety with Ginseng," he joked.

She laughed, and was surprised at the effect watching her stomach muscles had on him. He grabbed her for another kiss.

He led her through to the lounge and they sat side by side on the sofa sipping their tea.

"I'd like to ring my mum and tell her in the morning." He reached out for the phone and dialled.

"You can't be ringing your parents at this time of night."

He grinned at her. "No, just leaving a message on the work voice mail to say I won't be in in the morning. I'm taking a very special lady out to buy a ring." 

She kissed him again, and felt her face almost splitting with a grin from ear to ear. "I don't think I could be happier," she sighed, and rested her head on his shoulder.

They talked about going to see her mum at the weekend, and she told him she thought she'd leave it to her mum to tell her dad. "Is that because he wanted... wanted... Er..." James swallowed hard.

"Yes, he wanted my dick cut off so that I could just be a girl. He really couldn't cope with it and still can't look me in the eye. He is very conservative, and hates homosexuals. In some ways I think he finds me worse than a homosexual, so when we do see each other, which isn't very often, it is rather awkward."

She could see him thinking about this. After a bit he said thoughtfully, "I think if I had a daughter I would want to cherish her, whatever was wrong."

She smiled, "Yes, that's what Mum says. She says he would have been like that if I was disabled or autistic. But she wanted me whole without what she considered cosmetic surgery."

"When I meet your mum, I will surely thank her," James said with feeling. "If it wasn't for her, I'm certain you would have been snapped up ten years ago without giving a slow coach like me a chance! I can't believe I have found myself such a gorgeous girl for a wife."

He reached over and kissed her again, while she marvelled at the touch of his lips and was full of wonder at the fact that they were naked with no trace of embarrassment. For once, she could see the attraction of naturism.

The parents

"You nervous?" James asked.

"Not a bit. Excited. Sorry, is my fidgeting bothering you?" Suzanne asked, interrupting her ear-splitting grin.

"No. I was just concerned about you. I'm nervous."

She was instantly contrite that she was so excited she hadn't realised he was nervous. She put her hand on his knee. "Mum is a really comfortable person, you know. She'll love you, not least because you love me, and she knows already how happy you've made me."

He took his eyes off the road for a second to grin at her. "You're so good for me, and it helps. But I'm still a bit nervous because you are so important to me. Funny to think I didn't even know you a week ago."

It was strange, she reflected. "We are so lucky. And here we are. Turn in at the third house."

"Mum, this is James." She watched as he shook her hand and said the usual polite things. When they were settled with the inevitable cup of tea, she asked how her dad had reacted. She noticed the look of concern on both her mother's and James' faces. "It's all right. I do want to know."

The look her mum gave James and his almost imperceptible nod was not lost on Suzanne. She tossed her hair, and complained, "You two are already ganging up on me to make sure I'm all right," she grinned, "but I love it that you both care for me so much."

"Well, you can imagine that he wasn't exactly over the moon, but he did say he was pleased for you that you had found someone. Then – I'm not sure I should tell you this in front of James."

Suzanne was surprised that her mum's mouth had gone all prim and proper. She was never normally like that. They shared everything and it had been her mum who had helped her through all the difficulties of hiding her dick from other girls and through the awfulness of guys who walked out on her when they discovered the truth.

"Come on Mum, James knows about my dick and he isn't going to run away." She smiled across at him and found his returning smile warmed her heart. She was surprised to see her mum's face redden slightly as she started speaking again.

"Oh all right then. He said he wasn't coming to the wedding as he didn't ever want to see two dicks getting married. I was shocked. He never normally uses any language worse than blast."

Suzanne and James went off into gales of laughter. Through the laughter, with tears in her eyes, Suzanne saw her mum struggle, and then her face began to split into a grin until she was laughing too.

"I really don't think it's funny that your dad won't come to the wedding," she said as she recovered.

As they left later on Saturday, James said, "I really like your mum. I can see why you are such a whole person despite your secret and all the anxiety it must have caused you."

Suzanne smiled up at him, "Yes, she's been great, and you can see how happy she is for me."

The next day they drove over to his parents, and it was her turn to be nervous.

"Don't worry – they'll love you," he said with his characteristic "concerned" look that had broken down her defences the first time they met.

She was so glad and glanced at the finely crafted, delicate diamond on her finger. "I can't help wanting them to like me, and wanting to like them for you," she responded.

"It's OK. I'm not as close to them as you are to your mum. And I'm sure you'll be comfortable with them. I'll be there right by you. And if you are worrying about your secret, there is really no need to rock the boat by telling them. They don't need to know, and they'll never find out from me or your mum, so you can relax about that."

Again she found herself being grateful for his understanding as they pulled up in front of his parent's house. The meeting was about as good as it could get when you meet important strangers, and at the end she felt comfortable in the house, if a little stiff and on her best behaviour. His parents were quite posh and more formal than she was used to. The best bit was that his mum had genuinely admired the ring, and complimented both of them on their exquisite good taste. That was high praise indeed, James told her afterwards in the car.

She found herself looking again at the man she was to marry. Private school and a formal home. In many ways it was a wonder he was so normal, and she could understand better why he had found relationships hard. She contrasted this with the warmth and support of her mother, and even though she was a girl, she thought how hard it would have been with that sort of distance and formality.

The anniversary

It was their first anniversary, and it was obvious they would be at the "Don't know why" jazz restaurant where they had their first date. She thought James looked fantastic in his chinos and crisp shirt. And from his expression when she had walked out of the bedroom, she knew she looked like a million dollars. He'd given her such a long sexy kiss that she was in danger of pulling him down onto the carpet and having sex there and then.

Somehow they'd got out to the car and he rested his hand on her knee while she was driving. The warmth and pressure kept her wanting him, and she had to concentrate on driving. When she drew up in the car park, she pulled him to her and kissed him roughly and repeatedly while massaging his cock through his immaculate chinos.

"That'll pay you back for arousing me while I was driving," she laughed.

In the restaurant they had requested the same table, and got it because it was their first wedding anniversary. Suzanne noticed that their waitress was petite and particularly attractive, with long cornflower hair down her back and a slight curl at the end. "Hi. My name's Claire. What would you like to drink?" She also had an infectious grin.

They got their drinks and were in no rush discussing the menu. Claire was back twice before they were ready to order.

"I'm sure the chef would poach or grill the fish if you would prefer not to have the batter," Claire offered.

"I'd like it poached – I love the white stuff," Suzanne responded.

"Yes, I love the white stuff too!"

Suzanne noticed that Claire's grin was in evidence and she was looking straight into her eyes. Suzanne couldn't quite believe that it was a double entendre, but felt her dick harden at the thought.

I can't believe I'm thinking this. I've got a gorgeous husband. Our sex life is amazing (although we've not managed four times in an hour since the high of that first night). And I'm attracted to this cute little waitress. Then she suddenly realised that not only was she attracted to Claire, but she suspected Claire was flirting with her as well. Hell, that was sexy. 

She was grateful Claire was taking James' order as she flushed at the thought. She suddenly tuned in to the conversation.

"How would you like your steak?"

James grinned up at Claire saying, "Well done."

Claire grinned back and said, "May I recommend that you have it medium? The flesh is pink and softer, making it much more inviting."

Suzanne was now certain that Claire's double entendres were intentional. She wriggled as she realised that she now had a raging hard on and her knickers were wet from her dick and pussy. Damn, it was so sexy that Claire was flirting with them both.

Suddenly the image of Claire naked with them both flashed into her mind. Her flesh burned with the thought, and she had to concentrate to prevent her hands from straying to her breasts and crotch. She couldn't believe how turned on she was, and the thought popped into her head that, with Claire, there was a realistic chance they could beat their record of four times in quick succession.

When the order was done, James was looking at Suzanne with an eyebrow lifted. "You like the waitress then?" he commented.

She blushed again and nodded. "I told you I didn't go for girls, so I can't understand why she turns me on so much. I just love her thick cornflower hair, and she's got a gorgeous petite body too. She's too young for me, though. I think she's a student working to pay her way. By the way, I notice that she was flirting with you as well. Did you notice the double entendres? I'm sure they were deliberate."

James looked slightly embarrassed. "I could hardly fail to notice, and she's nearly as stunning as you, and she was definitely flirting with both of us. I found that aspect particularly a huge turn on. A slight downside about her, I assume, is that she's missing another ingredient that you have."

Suzanne smiled at him. "I still can't get over how much you love all of me. It makes me so happy when I think of it. You'd have thought I would be accustomed to it after more than a year."

She remembered only last night dancing around in front of him in the lounge, and the wonderful sex that followed on their rug in front of the fire. As they lay exhausted, sated and happy in each others arms with the fire crackling beside them, he'd said, "I was going to get rid of this rug, but it reminds me of our first date, and it's one of my favourite places to be with you."

She had smiled, and reminded him, "You remember when you said we'd never be able to tell out children how you proposed? Well you could tell them it was on this rug, and that's why we kept it!"

He laughed, and said seriously, "Suzanne, I really want children with you." 

She was touched and replied, "So do I, but I'm enjoying life so much at the moment, let's leave it a little longer."

When she returned to the present and looked up, he was looking at her with one eyebrow raised again. "I was thinking about last night." He grinned. "The rug," he said with complete understanding, and took her hand across the table.

Just then, Claire walked up with their plates, and they turned together and grinned at her while she put them down. She smiled back, and said, "You both look great together. I wish I had a friendship as special as yours." 

Suzanne put her hand out to Claire's as she let go of the plate. She jumped at the electricity that flowed between them, and she could see from Claire's eyes that it had been both ways. "I'm sure it will happen for you. I had to wait ten agonising years to find James, but he's more than worth the wait."

Claire looked serious. "I've already waited ten years."

Suzanne was amazed. "We thought you were a student."

Claire laughed, "People always think I'm a child. Actually I am a student, but I'm on my second doctorate, so I've been a student for ten years, hence the crying need to work for money when I can."

Suddenly James butted in. "What time do you get off?"

Claire turned to look at him, "An interesting choice of words. If you mean when do I finish my shift, I'm off early tonight at eleven."

Suzanne nearly fell off her chair with surprise, both at James' off the wall question, and at the tone of Claire's reply. But she was quick on the uptake and added, "Would you have a nightcap with us before you go?"

Claire looked at her. "I'd love to come to your place for a nightcap."

Suzanne was sure the surprise showed in her face, as she was expecting a nightcap in the bar, not at their house. As realisation dawned, she felt her dick grow hard again, and knew from Claire's glance down at her chest that her nipples were showing through her dress.

"I think you can see that I'd love that, and I know that James would too." 

She'd obviously learnt from James to be more off the wall and direct, she reflected.

Claire said, "I'll see you in the bar as soon as I finish, and we can get off." And she walked off to attend to her other tables.

The anticipation

They looked at each other, stunned by what they had just done and experienced. "My God, she really wants us. I can't believe our luck or what I think we've just agreed between us without even talking about it. Are you certain you want this?"

She looked into his shining eyes, and knew her own were reflecting his answer. The rest of the meal passed in a blur of delicious anticipation with Claire appearing at the table from time to time to do her job. She flirted openly with them both, and they both flirted with her, heightening their enjoyment.

Claire served them their coffee on the settee tucked away in the corner. She was able to be more obvious with them there and Suzanne felt her brush against her leg, and brush her hand as she moved the cups on the low table. Suzanne took her hand and kissed the palm, which made exquisite sensations on her lips. Claire's eyes were stormy with desire. Suzanne watched her brush James leg, and saw James repeat her kiss of Claire's other hand.

"I'll pay you back for this later," she said as she left.

Suzanne reached out for James' hand and kissed the palm, and loved it that he had the same thought and kissed her palm. The feelings that coursed down her body from her hand and lips made her groan aloud.

"Oh God, don't do that," James ground out, "or I'll have you on the floor like we nearly did on the way out." She felt his arm on her shoulder, and she snuggled into him while they drank their coffee slowly.

Claire appeared again much later with another pot of coffee. "Only twenty minutes till I get off. Or rather twenty minutes till I finish and I get off shortly after that." She twinkled at them and danced off to attend to her last tables. 

"I'm so turned on I can't think," James told her. 

"I think I'm even more turned on than that," Suzanne whispered. "She's so hot."

True to her word, Claire appeared without her apron twenty long minutes later. Suzanne was on her feet before she reached the settee. "Let's go," she said in a tight voice.

"Yeah, I'm in a hurry too," Claire responded.

The two girls climbed into the back seat, and James drove. They laughed when he said, "Don't start without me."



The Package Ch. 05



The Threesome

Kissing Claire in the car had appeased some of Suzanne's raw need, and they bundled into the house straight into the lounge. James lit the fire and they stood in front of it holding hands. Suzanne was suddenly thrown back from being comfortable with herself to the fear she recognised – will she run when she knows my secret.

As usual James sensed her unease, "Claire, you don't have to do this, and you can leave at any time. We weren't expecting it. We don't do this. Ever. You were just so stunning and we both felt we wanted it, and it was a complete spur of the moment thing. Suzanne is afraid," he continued, Suzanne watching Claire's face as she turned to look at her in surprise, "because she had been hurt so many times before she met me."

Claire reached for her hand. The electricity was there despite her fear. With James to support her she was bolder, and plunged in, "The reason I had to wait so long to find James is that blokes would run when they knew my secret. James was the opposite," she smiled at him, "and not only accepted it, but loved it. I haven't felt this afraid since then." She gulped, "You see I'm not just a girl."

Claire looked confused.

"I've got a dick as well."

A kaleidoscope of emotions crossed Claire's face, ending with a serious look. "Wow. I don't know what to say – or think. I've never thought about it, let alone come across one. I'll just have to play it by ear, but I'm not running." She smiled, and Suzanne was relieved. "Can I see?"

Suzanne saw the surprise on her face when she burst out laughing. "That was exactly James' reaction, and the beginning of my joy," Suzanne said, "but I want to see you too."

Suzanne drew Claire's hand down to her groin and let her feel.

"Mmmm. I like the feel of that," she murmured. "I've had the same problem with blokes as you, and I'm still waiting. My issue is that I like girls as well, and although most blokes think that is great to start with, they get jealous." 

While she was speaking she was undoing the buttons of her white blouse, and Suzanne squirmed against her hand as her cleavage peeped out. James came round behind his wife and began removing her clothes. She felt him kissing each area of flesh he revealed until only her underwear remained.

Then he moved over to Claire and started doing the same for her. Suzanne was amazed at how turned on she was, partly from James' worship of her body, and partly the sight of him undressing and kissing Claire. She felt Claire sliding her hand inside her knickers, and the electric feeling of her fingers round her dick.

She moaned and removed Claire's bra, letting her gorgeous tits fall out into her hands. They were large and soft to feel with nipples hard as pebbles which stimulated her palms as she ran over them. Claire's sharp breaths made it more exciting, and she leant down to take a nipple in her mouth.

Suzanne noticed James undressing himself, and then he left the room. She was alarmed, and worried that he felt left out, or wasn't happy. She relaxed again when he came back in almost immediately, and dumped a handful of condoms on the table. That excited her, as she thought of fucking Claire, and more surprising, she wanted to watch James fuck her too.

As she ran her other hand down Claire's stomach, she felt Claire's other hand running over her bra and taking the same route. Then she felt James behind her removing her bra. The feeling of his hard shaft against her knickers, his hands on her breasts and nipples, and Claire's hand playing in her bush made her wriggle with pleasure, her breath coming in gasps. The sensation of her own fingers in Claire's blonde bush gave her the feeling that she was experiencing both playing with and playing in from both sides at once.

Claire and James moved to slip her knickers down, and she felt his naked shaft against her behind. Claire was still playing with her dick while the other hand moved under to her balls. She moaned and pushed herself against Claire's hands at the bottom and James' hands at the top, and felt James lips and tongue on her neck and shoulders.

As she slipped a finger into Claire's wet pussy, Claire did the same, and she bucked against her hand. "Oh my God, you've got a pussy too. This is amazing."

With several fingers up her pussy and small fingers working on her dick, Suzanne felt incredible sensations building inside her. Electric shocks were flowing from her nipples to her groin. Her lips were swollen with lust while sucking and pulling on Claire's nipples, and she could feel a wonderful pressure building inside her.

Claire was mewing and bucking onto her hand, and they both panted and groaned as they came. Suzanne staggered back against James, hardly able to stand, and grabbed Claire as she fell against her. Suzanne closed her eyes, and the feeling of Claire's hot body against hers was bliss.

Claire emerged from her stupor first. Their heads were so close together she was able to kiss Suzanne then James. "I love the feeling of your breasts and dick up against me," she whispered. "I want you inside me."

Suzanne felt her pussy cream and her dick harden.

Claire smiled saucily at her. "And I can feel that you want it too."

Suzanne turned back towards James and they kissed hard and long. "Are you OK with this, honey?" she asked, but didn't really need an answer. His eyes were shining.

He smiled at them both and replied, "My turn will come. Claire – sit on the edge of the sofa and lie back."

Two pairs

Suzanne watched as Claire lay back and opened her legs. The view of her bush with her swollen wet pussy half open was mesmerising. She heard James opening a condom and the feeling of his hands on her hard shaft; putting it on sent shivers up her spine. She could barely move she was so turned on, and when Claire's petite fingers grabbed her and pulled her in towards her pussy Suzanne's dick twitched with pleasure.

The feeling of the head against Claire's lips was so erotic she moaned and she cried out, "Oh God that feels so good." 

She heard another condom being opened, and the realisation that James was going to fuck her while she fucked Claire turned her insides to jelly. She pushed into and was pulled into Claire straight up to the hilt, and Claire exhaled and trembled, her sexy stomach muscles flexing. Suzanne bent over, kissing her and caressing her nipples again. She couldn't get enough of her big breasts, and her other hand ran through Claire's long heavy silky mane of hair.

She felt Claire's hands in her hair and on her breasts. "God I love your tight breasts and hard nipples," Claire breathed.

Suddenly Suzanne felt James nuzzling her pussy, and he pushed into her. The feeling of her dick in Claire, and James' in her was so exquisite she forgot to breathe and cried out. James shunted in and out of her, and her rhythm sliding into and out of Claire matched his. The feeling of Claire's pubes and clit being shoved up against her at the end of each of his thrusts gave extra sensations of pleasure.

Claire continued her commentary of dirty talk, and coming from such a fresh faced girl it added spice to the whole experience. Each word was punctuated by the thrusts up her pussy. "Oh... fuck... I... can... feel... your... dick... filling... me...up. Must... feel... like... James... filling... you... up."

By this time they were all moaning, and Claire continued between moans, "I... love... the... feeling... of... my... pussy... clenching... round... your... dick. Can... you...feel... yours... clenching... round... James?"

Then even Claire couldn't talk any more. Suzanne felt her insides tightening and her whole being concentrating on the feelings in her dick and pussy. She felt herself beginning to spasm and jerk, and she realised that James was feeling the same as her dick and Claire feeling the same as her pussy. She spurted and creamed and cried out, then groaned, slowing to experience the exquisite aftershocks and squeeze out the last of her juices and cum.

They slumped on the sofa together as their breathing subsided, dicks shrank and they recovered from the intense orgasms they had all experienced. Claire was the first to come round.

"Wow, you two are something else," she said. "I had one awesome threesome a few years ago, but there was only one dick to play with. Having two is soooo good."

Suzanne whispered in response, "You are so sexy as well."

Claire smiled. "When you've recovered, I want James to fuck my pussy and you to fuck my arse."

Suzanne blushed and saw James blushing too. She found Claire's direct talk erotic, but embarrassing. She reflected that she'd never been able to talk about sex at all until James came along. Well, she was learning fast. She grinned at James, and suggested a drink while they recovered.

As they walked to the kitchen and all chose green tea, Suzanne was reminded of that first wonderful night when James had accepted her. She was amazed then that she was naked and comfortable with James, and couldn't believe that she also felt so comfortable with Claire. She put her arms round them both and tears rolled down her face.

"Hey, honey, what's up?" James looked upset.

She grinned through her tears. "I can't believe how happy I am. A year ago I was a mess, and I'd never been comfortable naked with anyone. Now here I am drinking tea naked with two people and I love it."

Claire kissed her. "Some people you just know are best friends, and whenever you meet them you're always comfortable. I felt comfortable with you guys as soon as I walked up to your table, and I really wanted to get to know you. I must admit, I didn't know how good it would be, and now I don't want to leave."

James leant over to kiss Claire. "We are expecting you to stay the night, if you can."

Claire laughed. "You better believe it. You know the immediate program, but we haven't finished yet!"

They continued chatting about Claire's life as a student, and she shared how much she hated living in shabby student flats with other students. Of course it was all she could afford, but after ten years she longed for a reasonable standard of accommodation.

Two into one

"Come on you guys, tea break's over." As they all got to their feet, Claire took them by their dicks and led them back to the sofa. Suzanne felt again the small fingers on her dick and trembled.

This time it was James who lay back on the sofa. She moved behind Claire and started fingering her pussy, which was already wet with anticipation. She watched over Claire's shoulder as Claire fingered his cock. As soon as the first drop of lubrication appeared, Claire unrolled a condom onto him, moved forward and sank down slowly onto his cock.

The sight of James disappearing into Claire's wet pussy where her fingers had been just a moment ago made Suzanne harder, and she drew her hand up Claire's crack, gently probing the hole between her glorious cheeks.

The feeling of Claire on her fingers made her skin silky, and she pushed two fingers up her own pussy, moaning with pleasure. Then she changed hands, taking some of her wetness to Claire's tight hole for lubrication.

The third time, she felt her pussy coming helped by the sexy grunts panted out by Claire with each thrust, the sight of her movements and James' cries of "Oh... Oh... Oh."

With the third part of her lubrication, two fingers slid easily into Claire's hole and she felt her dick twitching with the expectation that Claire was nearly ready. She pushed her dick up against Claire's hole, and felt the head start to enter.

"Damn that feels good," Suzanne said, and Claire twisted back to look into her eyes.

"God that feels wonderful. I want you all the way inside, now," Claire ground out. "I want you to feel James inside me."

Suzanne panted as she thought about what Claire had said and pushed, feeling her dick slide into Claire's incredibly tight hole till her pubes were crushed against her and she could feel her balls being bounced by James' thrusts. Holding herself inside against their bucking was incredibly sexy, and the feel through her dick of James pounding in and out made her insides curl up with sexual tension.

Claire was calling out with the pleasure of it, and she could feel through her dick Claire's muscles moving with the calls and sharp breaths. It was incredible, and she couldn't hold back any longer, beginning to saw in and out with her dick ravaged by the friction of the tight grip.

"Oh God, I'm going to come. I can't believe how quickly. Oh ... Oh," and she felt her dick spurting and jerking while she continued thrusting into the wonderful arse on display below her to prolong the sensations rippling though her.

Fourth

She realised that her cries had made Claire and James call out more, and she continued thrusting as her orgasm died away, the sensations on her dick now almost painful with post orgasm sensitivity. Watching them banging away, feeling them from inside, and knowing how much she liked these two people was a great aphrodisiac, and she realised that she was staying hard inside Claire.

She felt Claire's fingers on her hips alternately caressing almost like a thank you and pulling to keep her thrusting. She reached round behind and shoved two fingers up her pussy, feeling the sensations of creaming almost immediately, which seemed to communicate directly with her dick, hardening it up.

It was difficult to keep thrusting into Claire and thrusting into her pussy, but she worked out a rhythm that used the power of the one to increase the power of the other, helped by Claire's hand pulling her into her arse. She felt herself tensing and building, and caressed Claire's behind to give extra skin contact. She was panting and moaning now, and her dick and pussy were both twitching in spasms, making the most exquisite sensations inside her.

She was vaguely aware of Claire and James reaching their peak, but the centre of her body and the sensations in her pussy and dick demanded her whole attention. She was trembling, her breath was coming in great gasps, and she was so weak she could barely keep upright, but raw need drove her on. She was pounding in and out of Claire as her fingers were flashing in and out of her pussy. She could see Claire's arse cheeks bouncing, each thrust shunting her forward on the sofa.

The pressure inside her was boiling and a groan welled up from deep inside while the most amazing feelings zinged from her groin down to her feet and up to her nipples. She felt like liquid gold and her orgasm was so powerful her legs buckled and she collapsed onto Claire and James.

Record five

They all lay there in a heap while they slowly recovered their breath, bodies slick with sweat and feeling drunk on love. Suzanne reached over languidly to nibble James' lips, and Claire turned her head to join the kiss. Their hands slowly caressed each other's visible flesh, making exquisite sensations on the sensitive skin.

"I want to see you fucking your wife," Claire murmured.

A low laugh escaped James. "What with?" he asked.

Claire giggled, "Yep, I can feel you're not quite there," she quipped.

Suzanne could see nothing wrong with the suggested program, but the limpid state of her dick convinced her that James was right; it was too soon. She began kissing Claire with the intention of putting on a little show that would liven him up.

She rolled off James and pulled Claire on top of her, kissing her hard on the mouth and running her hands up and down her sides from her breasts to her thighs, tracing the hourglass shape. Then her hands wandered up over her cheeks and down into her crack.

Claire was whimpering and pulled her up to sit, caressing both nipples with her palms. She gasped at the feathery touch on the taut flesh of her nipples, and moved her hands round to touch Claire. The sharp intake of breath told her that Claire liked the sensations, and her hands ran down the flat stomach to tangle in the bush below. Hearing James breathing more heavily just excited her more and she reached a finger down, pushing it inside Claire's wet pussy.

After all their play so far, Claire's pussy easily accepted first one finger, then two, then three. She had always wondered what it would be like to put more into a woman, and she pushed Claire back onto the sofa, inserting four fingers. Claire's panting and bucking hips encouraged her, and she tucked her thumb in and gently pushed. To her surprise her hand slid into Claire up to the wrist, and Claire was bucking and groaning with pleasure.

The sight of Claire's lips round her wrist was truly erotic, and she felt herself responding. She started moving her fist inside Claire, and felt Claire shaking with pleasure. James was getting hard again, and caressing her breasts, sending wonderful sensations zinging down her body from her nipples. 

Claire's groans felt as if they came from the soles of her feet and were forced out of her. She was shaking madly, eyes tight shut, and thrashing about on the sofa. The intensity built and Claire ground out, "Oh God... Oh... Oh... Oh," and she came hard, ejecting several spurts.

Gently Suzanne withdrew her hand. It was so sexy seeing it emerge from Claire's pussy. Claire was shaking and her muscles were rippling with the aftershocks of her earth-shattering orgasm. 

"Wow, that was something else," James said wonderingly.

Suzanne whispered in his ear, "I'd like to try that gently with you."

His already hard cock went rigid, and he whispered back, "Yes please."

She was so turned on by the thought and all that had happened, she reached for a condom and rolled it onto James. She straddled him and lowered herself onto him.

As his hard cock slipped inside her, she dropped her head back, shut her eyes and gave a huge sigh of satisfaction. "You feel so good in there." Sensations coursed down from her nipples as James reached up to rub his thumb over them, and she felt herself contracting round his cock.

Suddenly she jerked her head forward as she felt small fingers on her dick. She realised that Claire was recovering and had stretched out a hand to caress her. The feel of two pairs of hands stimulating her was entrancing; watching and feeling Claire's fingers at work on her made her breathing quicken and desire pool in her stomach.

Claire shifted position so that she could kiss and lick James' nipples while continuing to stroke her dick. James was sweating and panting, and she could feel him tensing inside her as her pussy contracted, enhancing the glorious friction of his thrusts. 

Suddenly she was gulping great breaths of air as she came and came, deluging James and Claire, shaking and shouting. Then James' cock started spasming and he was finishing with great thrusts into her which lifted her up so she almost toppled over. Finally she fell forward on a heap of bodies liberally coated with her cum.

They lay in a stupor until they started to recover, slowly coming back to reality and smiling languorously at each other.

"I'm so tired," Susanne yawned. 

"Me too," the others said. "Let's get cleaned up and sleep."

Inevitably, the shower involved more caressing and kissing, but they were all so tired and sated that they quickly tumbled into bed lying luxuriously together with arms draped across each other and sharing lazy goodnight kisses.



The Package Ch. 06



Back to Work

Suzanne came round slowly feeling wonderfully relaxed and soporific. Gradually she realised that she was naked -- fairly normal for them. Then she felt warm on both sides and was draped with two hands. Slowly she opened her eyes and found herself staring at a face surrounded by a mass of golden ringlets. Delicious memories started returning, and she felt herself begin to tingle all over again.

She turned her head gently to the other side so as not to disturb Claire, and looked with tenderness at her husband's face. James was just beginning to stir, and she couldn't resist running her hands lightly down his naked body to caress his morning erection.

"Wonderful wakeup sensation," he mumbled as he reached his head over to plant a gentle kiss on her lips. His hand moved languorously up her side to cup a breast. The palm of his hand snagged on her nipple, and she deepened the kiss in response.

As she squirmed with pleasure from his attention, she felt Claire beginning to move. Suddenly Claire's hand was caressing her morning erection and she felt her lips on her shoulder. Then she could see James' dawning realisation of their exploits on their wedding anniversary.

"So what's the plan for the quickie before we have to rush off to work?" Claire whispered.

Suzanne and James giggled. "Let's see, two pussies and two dicks. Easy maths. Suzanne, straddle James, then I'll do a reverse cowgirl."

Just like the previous evening, Claire's direct talk excited Suzanne and James. He helped her up onto him and grabbed two condoms from the bedside drawer. Claire rolled one onto him and guided him into Suzanne's pussy. He rolled one onto Suzanne and Claire straddled him to put Suzanne into her pussy. They were so wet with anticipation that both dicks slid straight in to accompanying sounds of appreciation from all three.

Suzanne found rubbing breasts with Claire while James fucked her and she fucked Claire was a real turn on. She didn't think her dick had ever been so hard. A sheen of sweat covered them. All three were moaning and grunting as they slammed into each other.

James came first, spurting his seed into Suzanne and triggering her own orgasm as she spurted into Claire, whose face was scrunched up in an agony of enjoyment. James' hands on Claire's sides supported her and Suzanne as they held each other, gently kissing while coming down from their high. As they softened and plopped out, Claire half rolled to kiss James and Suzanne collapsed down on the other side.

After a few minutes they all began to stir to get ready for work.

"I'll make coffee and toast while you two use the showers," James offered. 

When he heard the hairdryer, he went for his shower. As he passed the girls, they glanced at each other, and his cock grew semi-hard seeing them with their arms above their heads drying their hair in their underwear.

"Pleased to see us?" giggled Claire.

He noticed that Suzanne was also semi-erect, although he wasn't sure whether he or Claire had done that. Perhaps both, he mused.

The girls were already having breakfast when he came down in his suit. 

"Clients today?" asked Suzanne.

"Yep. Difficult meeting about bending the software to their weird way of operating," he said. "What about you Claire?"

"I've got a couple of lectures and I need to go look up references that I found on the internet in the library. Oh, and you look scrumptious in that," she said with a saucy grin.

After a quick breakfast they all left. James took Claire to drop her off near the university in the city centre. They chatted comfortably in the car, and gave each other a quick peck as she got out. She waved and grinned as she walked off, throwing her long hair over her shoulder in an unconsciously sexy move that kept floating through James' mind at the most inopportune moments in his difficult meeting.

On Business

Suzanne was excited. Very excited and very horny. She couldn't keep still, jumping up to go to the kitchen and get a drink she didn't really need. Glancing out of the window. He could be ages yet. He could be here any minute. His flight wasn't delayed, she knew that from the web site. She flicked on the television, aimlessly channel hopping. Turned it off and looked out of the window for the umpteenth time.

James had been away for a fortnight on the other side of the world working with one of his computer clients. They'd managed to speak virtually every day. The sound of his voice on the phone had aroused her intensely, and his casual dropping into the conversation of what he would like to do with her, and what he would do when he got home was matched by her whispering her own naughty thoughts to him. Satisfying as it had been to masturbate while talking with him, she wanted to feel his body pressed up against hers, and feel a lot of other things too.

Suddenly she heard a car, and was absurdly nervous all of a sudden. She rushed to the door with butterflies in her tummy. There he was with a thousand watt smile lighting up his tired face, looking sexily rumpled from all the travelling. Suzanne shut the door behind him. James dropped his cases and crushed her to him.

"God I've missed you so much," he murmured into her ear before taking her mouth in a hard long kiss. Pulling back he gazed at her, "You are so beautiful, and I can't believe how lucky I am to have you as my wife."

Suzanne gazed at him in return, glorying in the feel of him against her, and loving the things he said. She took his face between her hands, kissed him gently on the mouth, and said seriously, "I love you so much. You make me feel so good about myself," then she grinned saucily, "and if you don't take me to bed instantly, I think I'm going to explode I'm so horny."

James' eyes widened, and he laughed, "God, if you wanted to push my buttons, you've just pressed the biggest red one there is. I've been wanting you so much, it's been painful."

Suzanne reached between them, and felt the steel rod. "I thought you'd be too tired, but obviously not."

"I think I'd still want you desperately if I hadn't slept for a year." James also reached down and felt her raging erection. "As you say -- so horny." He grabbed her hand, peeled himself away from her and led her off to the bedroom grinning like a boy in a sweet shop, tiredness suddenly forgotten.

Suzanne couldn't get over the sweetness of their last lovemaking and the glorious peak gently climbed, but none the less explosively satisfying. Afterwards they had drifted gently into sleep. James was so deeply asleep, but Suzanne had drifted awake, replaying the initial desperate coupling when they'd first reached the bedroom. They'd been partially clothed in their urgent need and the release had been shatteringly good, accompanied by fierce cries from them both.

Then they'd finished undressing each other, and still desperate for each other, they'd kissed and caressed as if they were exploring each other again for the first time, finally coupling again in the slow gentle way that had branded each of them in the deepest recesses of their hearts. Suzanne drifted off to sleep again with a smile of pure joy on her face.

Another Secret

James came round slowly feeling wonderful. Why was he feeling so good? Come to that where was he? Tantalising memories of Suzanne started his erection, and he began to realise that the memories were not dreams or fantasies, but that he was home and they had really happened. The wonderful feeling was happiness and a warmth in his heart engendered by the love they had shared last night.

He stretched luxuriously. He must have slept twelve hours straight. He got up and went to the bathroom. When he came out, Suzanne was just coming into the bedroom. She looked a million dollars to his biased eyes. Clear complexion dusted with freckles. A smile that set him on fire. A sparkle in those green eyes he could drown in. Gorgeous auburn tresses hanging loose this morning. A red T shirt hugging her torso and revealing her small breasts. Nipples hardening from seeing him naked, which had a hardening effect on him too. Jeans painted onto her hips and legs. For some reason, the bare feet completed his hardening.

"Hey, I'm pleased to see you too," she laughed at him, putting down two cups of coffee. "I thought I heard you. There's brunch when you're ready."

"I think we might have some unfinished business before brunch," he said, moving over to kiss her. Suzanne grabbed his cock and stroked it, causing him to moan and reach to caress her breasts. As his thumbs found her nipples through the T shirt, her moans joined his. She pulled back as he stripped the T shirt off over her head and returned his hands to her breasts. Her head fell back and her breath came in gasps with the feel of his hands on her nakedness and his thumbs teasing her nipples.

One hand trailed a sensual path down over her stomach to her jeans. The flesh in its wake crawled with a pleasure that was magnified by the finger run round inside the top of her jeans. Then the other had left her breast cold to slide down to help undo her jeans. Then a new sensation as his hands slid down the outside of her torso to push into the top of the jeans over her hips and slide them down with her panties, trailing back up to cup her ass cheeks.

"Oh God, I love what you do to me," she breathed in his ear, as their naked bodies touched from knee to breast. She could feel her breasts pushed against his chest, the hairs tickling her nipples. His cock and her dick were pressed between their stomachs side by side. Neither could help wriggling slightly to stimulate their members and rub them together.

Suddenly James picked her up and laid her on the bed. He reached out and grabbed the oil, spreading some on his stomach, her stomach and then gently massaging oil onto her dick. She squirmed with pleasure. He rolled a condom on and stretched over her guiding his cock to her pussy pressing the head into the entrance. He locked eyes with her as her breath hissed from her, slowly pushed home, engulfed by her hot wetness, and shut his eyes and groaned.

She felt him lower his body onto hers. As he began to move in and out of her, her dick was massaged in the oily area he had prepared. She felt the familiar tightening of her muscles and the heat pooling in her stomach. She was dimly aware that they were both panting and sensations were exploding through her, till grunting and groaning together they both came.

After a moment, he twisted them so they were both lying side by side, still connected, so that his weight was off her. Kissing gently, they both said, "I love you so much," causing them to giggle.

"What is it that's bothering you?" he suddenly asked.

She looked up at him in surprise, unaware that she had been frowning. "You know me better than I know myself, I think," she said. She felt her frown this time, and made several attempts to start.

"It's OK. Whatever it is you can tell me you know. I'm not about to run away."

Suzanne smiled at him then, a quick serious smile, not one of her melt your bones smiles. "You know I told you I met Claire in town while you were away?"

He interrupted, "You brought her back here, didn't you? But you didn't know how to tell me?"

She looked at him in amazement. "How did you guess? But it wasn't here -- we went to her place."

He lifted one eyebrow, questioningly.

"Her place was nearer. Quicker," She clarified.

She noticed that he was getting hard. She breathed a sigh of relief. He was turned on by it, not upset as she had so feared he might be. It was one thing to be with Claire together, but entirely another on her own.

"You must have been desperate!" he laughed. "Tell me about it."

"Well, we almost literally bumped into each other outside a shop. We decided fairly quickly that we'd go for a coffee. You remember how much she turned us both on in the restaurant? I was getting pretty turned on chatting and sitting opposite her in the coffee shop." She gave him a saucy grin. "Oh, and I was missing you too. I could see that she felt turned on like I did. Before we had really started our coffee, she suddenly suggested "my place or yours". We were out of there almost before the words were out of her mouth we were so desperate for each other."

She noticed that James was now rock hard, and reached down to stroke him. She was hardening too, and James reached down for her. After a moment, he said, "I want to be inside you again."

Suzanne grinned her assent, and he reached for another condom. Sliding gently inside her, he trapped her dick between them again and they both grunted quietly with the pleasure. Suzanne continued the story.

"I think the people in the coffee shop were surprised when we left full mugs of coffee, and at the haste with which we went. They couldn't see the fire," she smiled. "As we rushed out we quickly agreed her place was nearer, and she knew her housemates were out. You'd be amazed at our restraint when we go there, we waited till we'd got to her bedroom before we removed a single item of clothing. She didn't want her housemates to come back and find clothing strewn up the stairs!"

They both laughed, the vibrations exciting them more. For a moment they just moved together sharing the slick hot friction between them, and allowing the eroticism of it to excite them. After many moments, their movements slowed, and James asked, "So was it good?"

"Oh yes. Just as good as when we were together. We only stopped because after about four hours, we heard one of her housemates come back. She's so honest and says so exactly what she feels it's really exciting, as you know." She grinned up at him. Then her face grew serious again. "I felt so guilty afterwards. I hadn't asked you. I didn't know how to tell you on the phone. I was so scared of you being upset, or angry, or worse. And I couldn't bear it over the phone. I needed to see you and hold you." She laughed at herself. "Or perhaps I needed you to hold me."

"Oh Suzanne. I love you so much; you need never be scared. I really appreciate you feeling you should have asked me. I also know that Claire is such a witch you wouldn't have had time to think of it till afterwards," he laughed again. "God I wish I had been there."

Suzanne's face fell suddenly.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Oh, you should see her student house. James, it's horrible. She's tried so hard to make it nice, but it's a dump. It's clean, but the carpets are threadbare with ingrained dirt. The decoration is basic white or cream. The furniture is workable, but just cast offs. It's heartbreaking to see the attempts to make it look good, like the flowers on the coffee table."

His arm tightened around her pulling her harder against him. "Well at least we could invite her round occasionally."

Suzanne kissed him and moved seductively against him. "That might have other benefits too."

"Oh God Suzanne, I hadn't thought of that. I was just feeling guilty that we haven't done it before."

"Oh we have done it before. It's just we could do it again -- and again."

"You minx." James rolled Suzanne onto her back again and started moving purposefully in and out till they both came apart again.

When they had recovered a bit, Suzanne grinned at him. "Seems to be a lot of cold coffee around. And I need another shower."

James grabbed her for a kiss, "A shower sounds like a really nice idea. Any ideas what we should do in it?"

Suzanne wriggled out of his grasp, laughing, and swayed across to the bathroom. "I've got a few ideas, apart from cleaning up."

James watched the muscles rippling on her delightful body as she disappeared into the bathroom, and was amazed to find he was hardening again.

Claire Comes Again

"James?"

"Suzanne."

"I was thinking about Claire."

James grinned suggestively at Suzanne, and she punched him playfully on the arm.

"No, not like that. Well at least not like that at that moment," she amended saucily. "Although now you mention it..."

"OK. Sorry. What were you thinking?"

"Could we ask her to live here with us? She could have the spare room. I know she hasn't got a car, but there's a bus from the end of the road into town. Her place is so grotty, I hate to think of her living in that dump at her age, and I know she hates it too. The post-grads she lives with are better than the under-grads, but they're still several years younger than her."

James looked at her seriously. "I don't know. I've not thought about it. You're right though, we do have the spare room available. Is there a reason you're asking now?

"Only that she's coming tonight." Suzanne blushed as James lifted an eyebrow at the double-entendre.

Primly, Suzanne started afresh. "Since she is visiting us tonight, it made me think of her. -- You're incorrigible," she spluttered as he raised an eyebrow again.

"Sorry. You're right. Let's think it over while we're getting ready. If we've reached a decision we're both comfortable with, we can ask her tonight.

When Claire arrived, Suzanne gave her a long hard kiss, so much more than friendly. Claire emerged slightly flustered and blushing with a question in her eyes.

"It's OK. I've told James."

The relief was evident on Claire's face as she turned to him and reached up to peck him on the cheek. He surprised her by pulling her into his arms and kissing her as thoroughly as she and Suzanne had kissed.

When the kiss broke, James looked down into her slightly flushed face, and ground out, "I don't know what it is about you, Claire, but neither Suzanne nor I seem to be able to get enough of you."

Claire grinned, "Suits me. Do you do this with others?"

Suzanne and James looked at each other in surprise. "No," they said together, and laughed.

"You might be interested to know that neither do I. It's just you two." It wasn't like Claire, but that admission made her blush.

Suzanne said wonderingly, "Do you know, I hadn't realised but you are so right. This goes much deeper than any of us had realised." She pulled at Claire's hand, "Come in and have something to drink. We've got a proposition for you that's suddenly acquired more significance than I ever thought possible."

As they moved into the sitting room and chose chairs around the rug facing the fire, Suzanne noticed that James had a wondering look on his face too.

"Come on you two. What's this proposition? The suspense is killing me after that build up."

James passed out drinks and kicked off, "Claire, we know you live like a student, and Suzanne saw that when she came at your place." He raised one eyebrow and Suzanne grinned at his deliberate mis-use of words.

"We know now that you are older than you look, and living like a student sucks after all this time." He paused.

"So? I can't change it because money is so tight. And I'm not moaning. It's what I want to do." Claire questioned.

Suzanne took up the story. "Claire, we have an idea about how you could change. What we don't want to do it make you feel you have to do it because we've offered, or that there is anything you have to do for us if you do take it up."

Claire looked intrigued. "What on earth....?"

"We have a perfectly good spare room, and we wondered if you would like to make it your home. -- well really make all of this your home."

Claire gasped. "You can't be serious." And looked from one to the other with her mouth open.

James and Suzanne both looked straight at her. James spoke for them both, "We are perfectly serious. We discussed this, mulled it over, and determined that we had, both of us, to be perfectly comfortable before we offered."

Claire looked as if the breath had been knocked out of her. Her normal bouncy responses just weren't in evidence. "I can't believe you'd do that for me. I'm so overwhelmed I don't know what to say," she breathed tearfully.




The Package Ch. 06



Suddenly a bit of the old Claire came back as she thought through what they had said. "What do you mean by I don't have to do anything for you?"

Suzanne and James both blushed.

"Ah. You meant sex not housework!" she smiled. "Hey, if we have sex together, or indeed separately," she grinned and winked at Suzanne, "it will be my total pleasure. You don't know how often I think about your anniversary, or how much I've fantasised about getting back together with you both."

Claire's face suddenly lit up like a beacon. "Oh wow. I've just realised what you've said. If I come and live here......" She threw herself at James and kissed hell out of him, then bounced over to Suzanne and did the same. "Yes please," she growled.

"What do you mean, yes please?" asked James.

"I mean yes please, I'd like to live in your spare room." Claire's grin lit up the room, and she danced round in front of them with joy. Then they realised that the dance had subtly changed. She was being deliberately provocative and glancing saucily over her shoulder at them. After a bit, she began undoing buttons and stripping off garments until she was dancing naked.

Suzanne noticed that James was rubbing himself, and realised that she had been too. This had not escaped Claire who shimmied over and rubbed one hand in each lap. Inevitably both Suzanne and James reached up to caress a naked breast each and play with Claire's nipples. Claire's breathing became unsteady, and her head dropped back slightly with her arousal.

Suddenly she turned and sat back on Suzanne's lap, rubbing her back against Suzanne's nipples. Suzanne's hands cupped Claire's breasts from behind, dragging her palms against the nipples. Claire's head fell back onto Suzanne's shoulder and they kissed.

Suzanne's hands slithered slowly south leaving a sizzling trail, down to play in Claire's curly hair before one dropped further to explore. One finger entered, and the fingers of the other hand started playing with the clit. James came to sit beside the two girls and took over playing with Claire's breasts. She was panting now, and with three fingers inside her squishing faster and faster in her juices, near to coming. She reached one arm up to grab the back of Suzanne's head, pulling her more firmly into their kiss, fingers playing in her thick tresses. She could feel Suzanne's arousal through her jeans.

James started gently pinching and pulling her nipples with mouth and hand, his other hand alternately rubbing her stomach and the insides of her thighs. A groan built from deep inside, and her body started thrashing against Suzanne's hands as she came and came and came. As she subsided James pulled her head round for a long sweet kiss, then moved over to kiss his wife.

Claire half opened her eyes and grinned, "Can I come again, please?" They all laughed.



The Package Ch. 07



Dinner

James and Suzanne were so turned on after Claire came. "Get your clothes off, love, I need you and you need me." James growled.

"No." Claire said assertively.

"What do you mean. 'No'..." They both looked at her in disbelief.

"No, wait. You'd both enjoy it better if we did the same to you as you just did for me." Claire then grinned saucily, "and you'd enjoy it even more if you had to wait."

"Hell, Claire, I'm already so horny I'm not sure I can wait." James' face cleared, "anyway why do we need to?"

"You don't. But I'm willing to bet that if you do the explosions would be worth it." Claire stood up, the only one of the three of them naked. "I don't know about you, but I'm starving, and that's about the right delay to have you screaming for it." She laughed at James' and Suzanne's expressions of pain and lustful stares at her body. "And I'm going to up the anti by staying naked while we eat." Claire grinned over her shoulder as she walked towards the kitchen swaying seductively.

Suzanne jumped up, pulling James with her, and followed Claire into the kitchen -- both practically burning a hole in her back watching her. They grabbed each other for an urgent kiss before drawing Claire into a hug, shamelessly caressing her body. Claire was getting aroused again by their hands and the roughness of their clothes pressed against her nakedness.

"Hey, you two, knock it off. You're not supposed to be distracting me, just boiling up inside yourselves." She pulled away, picked up the oven gloves and reached for the food in the oven. The heat from the oven on her bare skin was painfully erotic, and she had to concentrate not to groan aloud.

Sitting opposite Claire, seeing her breasts moving as she ate, watching as she inflamed them by getting up to pour the wine, showing flashes of pussy, back and leg, was delightful torture.

"I think I'm too full for dessert," Suzanne groaned.

"Huh. I don't think so. I think you're famished for dessert, but not of the food kind." James grinned.

"Yes please." Suzanne's face registered her urgent need, her eyes on fire with lust. "Come on Claire, let's get going."

They moved back into the lounge, Suzanne and Claire beginning to undress James by mutual consent. Suzanne sat on a chair, and James sank to her lap, rubbing his back on her breasts, just as Claire had done. Suzanne reached round to play in his chest hair, shortly finding his nipples and rubbing and pinching. He gasped, dropping his head back and sideways to kiss Suzanne.

Claire knelt down in front of him, taking his steel hard shaft in both hands and oh-so-slowly rubbing up and down with feather-light touch. James groaned in an agony of pleasure, desperate to for her to go hard and fast. He felt Suzanne move one hand down to massage his flat stomach and play in his pubic hair. When Claire reduced the pressure on his cock by removing one hand, he cried out in disappointment. She continued her feather touch with one hand, rubbing her thumb gently over his tip to gather the drops, gradually changing the sensations from feather skin contact to liquid slide, the lubricant increasing the contact area and subtly changing the feeling.

Her other hand slipped down over his balls, caressing the area below, then round and over his anus. He mewed into Suzanne's mouth, pulling her head into a deeper kiss, and squirming in delight. Then he gasped as Claire removed both hands, the cool air hitting where her warm hands had been. Suddenly her slick hand was spreading his juice round his anus, and her dry hand was gathering moisture and continuing the stroking. A finger pushed slowly into him, and he grunted, "Oh God." And his head fell back onto Suzanne's shoulder.

As Claire inserted a second finger and started moving both in and out, he tensed. Suzanne was running her hands all over his torso, madly kissing and licking his face, and suddenly he came with a shout, bucking his hips and panting. He collapsed back onto Suzanne, limp with satiated delight.

Claire leaned forward to kiss Suzanne as James slithered off to one side. She started undressing her, removing top and bra to gain access to her rock hard nipples. Her tongue followed her hands, laving the silky smooth mounds, teasing nipples, and making Suzanne gasp with pleasure.

James was beginning to come round, realising that he was missing the fun. He sat up and attempted to pull Suzanne onto his lap. "No, dressed you idiot." Claire shot at him. "Its so much more sexy rubbing up against the rough clothes.

Recognition dawned. Quickly pulling on his jeans and shirt, James sat and manoeuvred Suzanne onto his lap. She rubbed against him and wriggled on his growing erection, stimulated by Claire's hands and mouth all over her body.

James took over caressing Suzanne's pebbled nipples as Claire began rubbing her finger's through Suzanne's triangle of curls, moving oh-so-slowly towards her beautiful rock hard dick and creaming pussy. Suzanne's moan of frustration as she moved past her dick down to her pussy made Claire laugh. "James, help the poor girl down here." Suzanne grunted as James began to stroke her.

Suddenly the stimulation of her dick seemed less important as Claire pushed several fingers into her wet sheath and pulsed them in and out. As she added another finger, Suzanne groaned and bucked against her hand. Finally Claire tucked her thumb in and gently see-sawed her hand until it was buried in Suzanne up to the wrist. Then she started fucking her in earnest as Suzanne ground out, "Oh God. Don't stop."

The feelings were so intense she could only concentrate on the fist inside her and be peripherally aware of James masturbating her faster and pulling and pinching her nipples. She felt as if she were on fire, her stomach and hips twitching madly, head thrown back, and panting. "Oh God. I'm coming. Don't stop." She gasped out as her body convulsed and deep groans and whimpers were forced out of her.

She was boneless with passion, gasping for breath, and twitching with exquisite shocks of pleasure over skin that felt almost painfully sensitive. But the deep gold feeling of total relaxation sated her as she descended from heaven to caresses and whispers from her two lovers. "Oh I love you so, you beautiful wife. You felt and feel so amazing in my arms. Shh now baby. I love you so much."

"Hey girlfriend, you looked so good. Such rapture and satisfaction, I came when you did. Oh God, Suzanne, I love you too."

Suzanne could barely move, let alone speak. She felt so comfortable and warm and loved. After what seemed like ages, she took a deep breath. They had to strain to hear, "I love you both so much. I'm so lucky." She moved her head to kiss James. When she moved back to kiss Claire, she looked deep into her eyes and gave a heartfelt sigh, "I wish you could marry us too."

Much to their surprise Claire burst into tears. Horrified, James and Suzanne pulled her to them and comforted her. As Suzanne was apologising for upsetting her, Claire shook her head against them and huffed out through her tears. "No -- it's OK. I can't believe you said that and invited me to live here. You two are just so wonderful to me." They lay together like that, flesh to flesh for an eternity, until Claire started shivering.

"Come on, let's shower and get some sleep," announced the ever-practical James. By mutual consent they showered together -- a gentle pleasure this time -- and simply all fell in to bed together. Suzanne fell asleep almost the instant her head hit the pillow after her amazing and exhausting experience.

James took a little longer, but whispered to Claire before he drifted off, "You OK?"

"I don't know," she said, wonderingly. "I feel like I'm cushioned from reality and drifting in a warm cocoon. Usually I know what I feel and want," she felt James' rumble of laughter, "but I just feel.....I don't know. Not like sleeping, just content to be here between you two wonderful people. It's a new feeling, and I think I like it."

After James had whispered "I'm glad," and drifted off. Claire lay in her warm cocoon at peace. Suzanne shifted in her sleep, turning more towards her, and her thigh came up to rest on Claire's. James' hand was across her stomach, and Claire slipped slowly into sleep with a lovely smile curving her lips.

The bed

They moved Claire's stuff the next day, giving notice to her landlord at the same time. There was no point in her continuing to live there, as there was no rent to pay with James & Suzanne. Claire had tried to insist, but they were adamant. "Just buy food occasionally. You're on student money and we're earning," they had said.

A month later she still couldn't believe her luck. Comfortable both physically and emotionally with them, she really felt she had come home. Although she kept her clothes in the spare room, they mostly slept together in the main bedroom. It was a bit cramped in the bed, especially when things got hot, but all three of them preferred it. The only snag, if it could be called that, was the frequent disturbances in the night when one or more of them felt horny. So occasionally one of them would go to the spare room to be on their own for a night or have a lie in.

The sex was amazing, whether it was all three of them, or two of them in any combination. Claire was perhaps the most voracious of the three, but James and Suzanne weren't far behind.

About a month after she moved in, she and Suzanne were in the kitchen putting the final touches to their meal when James burst in from work.

"What's up with you?" Claire asked, eyebrows raised. "You look like a dog with two tails."

"No just a man whose had a wonderful breakthrough and teed up a surprise for you both later on this evening. You've got to stay out of the bedroom until later." James bounced over and kissed them both thoroughly..

Suzanne laughed, "We'll just have to use the rug then. And soon if you're going to carry on like that."

Claire looked slightly surprised, "Wow, you've changed. I don't remember you being demanding before a bit of a warm up." She moved over and repeated James' actions on Suzanne until she was breathing heavily.

"Hey," she puffed, "eat first or it'll go dry."

After clearing the supper, much to their surprise, James disappeared off to the bedroom without joining them on the rug. As they kissed, caressed and began to get quite worked up, they were interrupted by a series of thumps and bangs from the bedroom. Suzanne sprinted to the stairs and called, "Are you OK love?"

James' voice was muffled, but quite calm, "Yep. I'm fine. Just ignore the bangs unless I yell."

Claire and Suzanne resumed their exploration of each other, and achieved a couple of very satisfying climaxes each. They were cuddling and recovering on the rug when James came clattering down the stairs, ripping off his clothes as he came.

"Right, now I'm ready for the surprise we can carry on where we started before supper. ... Oh -- I see you started without me."

"We couldn't wait, but more would be good." As usual Claire took charge. "Lie on your back, fuck one of us and eat the other."

A raised eyebrow at Suzanne elicited the one word reply, "Eaten."

Almost before she'd finished, Claire swung over James and speared herself on his rock hard cock. Her head fell back and she shuddered with a huge sigh.

Suzanne was right there with her, facing Claire and straddling James' face. As his tongue began its work, she too sighed and reached out to drag her thumb over Claire's nipples. Claire gasped and returned the favour.

Soon all that could be heard were slurps and gasps, until moans and twitches from all three signalled yet again their mutual satisfaction in the relationship.

After a suitable period of recovery, James suggested they dressed ready for the surprise, and shortly after that the doorbell rang.

Suzanne knew it was no good asking what the surprise was. The quickest way to find out was to open the door.

They were faced with two delivery men leaning against what looked like a big single bed. "Where do you want it love?"

James said over her shoulder, "upstairs in the main bedroom please."

"James, why have you bought a single bed?" Suzanne asked. "We've already got one in Claire's room.

"It's not a single, it's half a double. I finally managed to find a firm that makes very wide doubles. It's more than two feet wider than our present one."

Instantly the girls were excited. "So that's what the bumps were. You were dismantling our bed."

"Yep. Now we need to work out if we want to keep it in Claire's room, if there is room, or find it a good home."

After a lot of huffing and puffing the delivery men managed to get the huge mattress upstairs and put it on the field they'd constructed to support it. As soon as they were out of the house, they all rushed up to look, standing together in the doorway.

"It's amazing, James. Wait a minute -- we don't have any sheets big enough." Claire's face fell.

"Ah well. I thought of that. There should be a package here somewhere with a new duvet, cover and sheets sized to match the bed."

"You clever man." Suzanne beamed at him.

James had the grace to look slightly embarrassed. "Actually, the firm prompt you -- I suppose both because they can sell extra, and because they know the problem!"

They quickly put the sheet on the huge expanse, and jumped on to test it. "Oh wow, we've got so much space to sleep properly. It won't be nearly so necessary to get the occasional night in Claire's room." Suzanne beamed again.

"Ah, but we might need to use my room to dress now we've such reduced floor space," laughed Claire. "Hey, let's christen it," she continued starting to pull off her top.

"You're insatiable," laughed James joining in.

Soon they were a heap of tangled limbs, sensitive skin, heat and grunts of pleasure. Much later they slept in newly acquired comfort.

Brainwave

Weeks later, James and Claire were testing the bed again. It was well up to expectations, as was the sex. As soon as they heard Suzanne come in, they both swung into action. She looked exhausted after a day at school and a parents evening. James went down to make tea and hot food. Claire helped her undress, into the shower and washed her gently. As she was drying her, Suzanne yawned and said, "Thanks so much. You don't know how good that feels after calming upset parents and encouraging pupils with no confidence. I was wrung out."

Claire wrapped her up in her fluffy dressing down, and installed her on the settee in front of the fire. At that moment James walked in with scrambled eggs on toast and tea. Suzanne smiled up at him gratefully. "Nursery food. Thanks. That's wonderful."

They chatted while Suzanne was eating. When she finished she was so warm, full and comfortable in the heat of the fire she was drifting off.

"Come on sleepyhead. Let's get you to bed." Claire laughed, and they dragged her off to bed. Getting her into bed was easy, as she was naked under the fluffy dressing down, and they all slept naked anyway. James quickly stripped off and slid under the quilt with her to help warm the bed. Spooning with Suzanne was one of his favourite pastimes, so it was no hardship, especially as he'd had a tiring day too. As his mind drifted, he grinned as he realised that spooning with Claire was his second favourite pastime.

Claire went back down to clear up and shut up, as she had to finish off an essay. Much later she went up and joined the husband and wife in their bed, spooning up to whomever was on the side with the most room. Like James, Claire loved to spoon with the both of them.

James was first to come round in the morning, opening his eyes to the awareness that he had a girl on each side of him. At first he didn't like to move in case he woke them. Anyway he was enjoying the contact between various parts of their three anatomies. After a while, though, he had to get up to go to the bathroom, so he slid carefully out from between the girls.

An hour or so later, he came up again with three mugs of tea. With the house heating having been on for an hour or more, the girls had pushed off parts of the duvet, and various enticing expanses of extremely beautiful flesh were on show. James felt a definite stirring. He dumped the mugs of tea on the table and reached out to a nearby shoulder, running his hand down the slope to a hill with a cairn on top. One enchanting green eye opened to look up at him, and one beautiful red bow curved into a sultry smile.

"Morning gorgeous." He said as he leant down to brush a kiss on the smile. The eye fluttered shut and the mouth allowed a breathy moan.

"Come in here and love me gently." Suzanne muttered sleepily.

Needing no second invitation, James slid in beside her are cradled her in his arms. Her quilt-hot body moulded itself to him and he groaned with lust. "I love you so much."

As they enjoyed their peaceful cuddle, another arm snaked over them and a third body spooned into theirs. "Morning. 'S Saturday isn't it?" asked a sleepy voice. Hearing the affirmative response, Claire continued, "Oh good. No need to hurry." Her leg came over Suzanne's and all that could be heard for several minutes was their gentle breathing.

James couldn't keep still, gently rubbing his cock trapped between Suzanne's cheeks. He moved slightly down the bed and pushed up into her silky sheath, the breath hissing out between his teeth at the glorious wet friction. Claire felt Suzanne's dick go rock hard as James slipped into her. It was Claire's turn to move up slightly and relish the steel shaft expanding her inside till it was buried to the hilt and her clit mashed against Suzanne.

But it was slow and gentle. Unhurried and sensational. Slick and toe-curling. Pooling molten gold and nerve tingling. Sending fluttering messages to three stomachs, and clenching hardness to the nipples. Enhanced by hands wandering over silky flesh. Open mouthed kisses. Building pressure. Low groans and deeper breathing. Moisture breaking out on the skin with pants and squeals until final hard thrusts release huge tension into boneless delight.

Still connected, they relished the slowing breathing and quiet recovery till James whispered:

"I really want to have babies with you, Suzanne."

Suzanne blushed slightly, "I want that too now we've settled together, but not without Claire's agreement."

Much to their surprise, Claire smiled, "I'd love to have babies with you, Suzanne."

"Oh!" was surprised out of Suzanne, and her blush deepened slightly. "I was thinking of your agreement, not to force you into it too -- and with me?" she asked.

"Oh yes. That would be so right for you to have them with James, and me with you. That would complete the package." Claire enthused. "And we'd do it all together which would be so good."

James pushed up onto his elbow and couldn't keep the excitement out of his voice. "Wow, I love that idea -- especially the bit about Suzanne fulfilling her full potential."

She suddenly realised that with most others she would have felt they were pushing her into "man" territory, but with James it was pure loving of all of her. They shared a heart-stopping grin, and Suzanne felt special all over again hearing how much James cared about and valued all of her.

"What a pity you can't marry Claire to make it a real contract." James continued. "It would be so great if we could have a three-way marriage, 'cos I'd like to make this permanent."

Claire burst into tears and sobbed, "I love you guys so much, and I'm so touched that you care so much for me."

Suddenly Suzanne leapt out of bed, making Claire and James jump in surprise. "Wait, I've got an idea." She threw over her shoulder as she ran out of the room and downstairs.

James and Claire turned to look at each other with raised eyebrows. They both realised from the desire in their eyes that they had been staring at Suzanne's taught backside and shapely legs as the muscles worked with her hurrying out of the room. They laughed and shrugged their shoulders, moving in for a hot kiss to relieve the tension.




The Package Ch. 07



"Incidentally, I don't care for you." Claire's face fell. "I love you too, and so, I think, does Suzanne."

Claire beamed and her eyes filled up. "You guys are just amazing to me."

Suzanne came sashaying back into the room with a huge smile on her face. Two pairs of eyes watched the tight body swaying sexily towards them with tongues virtually hanging out. Suzanne's grin widened and her eyes sparkled.

"What are you two staring at?" She laughed. "Look what I've just remembered."

She held out a birth certificate. James and Claire were puzzled as they looked at it. Suddenly James' frown cleared.

"It's from before your Mum made them change it into one for a female, isn't it."

Claire suddenly saw the name. "Simon." She breathed with awe. "Why didn't they call you Simone?"

"I wanted to get away from all the hurt, so Mum and I agreed on a different name, but same letter. Look, I can dress up in a suit and with this, Claire and I can get married." Suzanne enthused. "Till you said that, James, I'd completely forgotten that I still had this. Let's get planning."

They were all jumping with excitement, and hugged and kissed each other. They gravitated downstairs to make fresh tea and eat, chattering nineteen to the dozen about how they would go about the wedding.

In the end, they decided that they would alter Suzanne's wedding dress for Claire, and Suzanne would wear a full set of tails with her hair up under the top hat. It was going to be a fairytale wedding in Las Vegas, if slightly unusual if you were in the know.

Claire suddenly grew quiet. They both noticed, but it was James who asked with the concerned look that Suzanne loved, "Hey, what's up?"

"How am I going to tell my family?" Claire wailed. "You have no idea how much I want this, but they'll freak out."

Suzanne put her arm round her. "Hey. We've both met them. They love you, and they are lovely people."

James chipped in. "We'll come with you if you want. I remember doing this with Suzanne, and we made it."

"Be fair James. It's not quite the same. Your parents think I'm just a girl, and Mum knew anyway."

Then James' face fell. "We're going to have to tell my parents too."

Suzanne choked back a giggle. "Now you know how Claire is really feeling."

Claire suddenly grinned. "Sod it. It's what I want. I've never felt so good about anything in all my life, except perhaps when I got my First and was accepted for a PhD. You're right -- my parents probably won't freak as much as I think. And they'll get used to the idea. I think they know I'm out of the ordinary still being a student and not having a "significant other" around."

Then James grinned too and joined in. "You're right. My parents will just have to get used to the idea too."

"Why don't we invite them over for lunch next weekend?" Suzanne suggested. "At least then they'll start to get used to the idea that Claire lives here. Then when we go over next time we'll go as a three. They're not dumb -- they'll realise it's more than just a lodging arrangement. We've just got to think a bit and involve all three of us in things so that perceptions change."

"Hey -- that would work with my parents too." Claire cheered up.

The parents again

The parent education plan worked like a dream on both sets of parents. Then came time to leave James' parents to draw their own conclusions and move on to tell Claire's parents about the wedding. They were all apprehensive despite also being very comfortable with them. They had discussed what to tell them, and decided it had to be the whole deal or it would be too hard for them to understand.

So they had Suzanne's mum in the wings ready to talk and also to support Suzanne. They'd decided to tell Claire's parents on their ground to make it easier for them, but it had made them more nervous, especially Suzanne. All the colour had drained out of her face and she was way more nervous than when she had told James the first time.

When Claire tentatively announced that she had found a special person and was thinking of getting married, her parents were overjoyed. Then they suddenly realised that only James and Suzanne were there, and they hadn't met anyone else who might be special to their daughter. You could see suspicions gradually dawning on them, but Claire didn't let it grow much before telling them outright.

"Suzanne and James are very special to me."

"But they're already married?"

"Yes. Bear with us Mum and Dad and we'll explain. It's a long story and fraught with difficulties, but please don't judge too harshly until you've heard it all."

Although they were a bit shell shocked by the end, as they had hoped, they loved Claire and were happy for her, if bemused and shocked by all the revelations. It helped that they had got to know and really like James and Suzanne.

Suzanne's mum came in on the end, and they left her to answer questions and discuss the whole situation without the emotion of the main players present.

When the phone went later, Claire jumped out of her skin, and Suzanne hurried to answer it. Claire looked anxiously at her.

"Oh good. ... No, really? ... Yes, very worried. ... Thanks mum. Bye." Even though Suzanne nodded and smiled, Claire couldn't break the tension and looked enquiringly at her as soon as the conversation ended.

"Hard questioning and lots of childhood tales. Long discussion about when I met James. But they were really not too upset. In fact in some ways pleased that you've found the love of your life."

Claire heaved a huge sigh of relief and went off to ring her parents.

The wedding

The girls and James had a ball in the men's outfitters choosing Suzanne's tails. They decided in the end that she both looked best and was best "concealed" in a black tail suit with a black topper. The creamy white shirt with lace ruffles, although in some ways slightly feminine, actually concealed her breasts best and made her look more manly.

A week later they were all in Las Vegas with both Claire's parents and Suzanne's mum getting ready. Suzanne's mum had altered the wedding dress to fit Claire, and she looked wonderful in it.

"Not as good as you." Was James' disloyal verdict whispered in Suzanne's ear as he tied her bow tie.

It was strange playing the man's part. Being first in and waiting for Claire. But when Claire entered, Suzanne gasped. She looked stunningly gorgeous.

"I can't have looked better than that." She whispered to James as Claire was walking up.

"Well you did." He stated firmly, looking deep into those amazing green eyes.

Claire grinned at them as she drew level. "You're not supposed to be hitting on the groom." She whispered to James. "And you look gorgeous." She said to Suzanne.

"You look absolutely stunning." Suzanne whispered to Claire.

The preacher cleared his throat, grinning at them with obvious pleasure at their appreciation of each other and easy relationship. He launched into the wedding, declared them married and issued the hackneyed invitation, "You may kiss the bride."

James was amused, the parents were slightly embarrassed, but the preacher was plain shocked at the kiss that ensued between Claire and Suzanne. It must have been mostly the length of it, as he must have seen good kisses before. James was well aroused by the time they separated their swollen lips and smiled slightly dazed at each other.

The wedding breakfast was a huge success as Claire's parents had remarked at the end of the wedding that they could see how much the three of them loved each other, and that was much more important than convention. Conversation flowed, compliments were exchanged, everyone was relaxed. In fact they all had a ball.

Finally it was late and they staggered off to bed happy and exhausted. "I don't suppose this honeymoon suite has ever had three people in it." James joked.

As they stripped their finery and fell into bed, it was Suzanne who expressed their thoughts.

"Tonight's the night for making babies. No condoms."

Claire noticed the effect that statement had on the hardness of certain body parts. "Get in here girl. I've been dripping for you ever since that kiss."

Suzanne didn't need any encouragement, and plunged into Claire to the hilt. Claire squeezed her eyes shut and moaned, clutching Suzanne to her as if she would never let go.

James knelt between Suzanne's legs and pushed into her, relishing the slippery tightness and the gasp of pleasure. "Oh God. It's so much better without the rubber."

Babies

Sex before and during the pregnancies was a continuing delight for them all without the condoms. They were so glad of the big bed as the girls grew bigger.

Funnily enough, James and Suzanne had a gorgeous red-headed girl, and Suzanne and Claire a charming fair haired boy. Although they had discussed what they would do, or rather what they would not do, if either child had a "package", in fact neither did, just as the consultant had told them. The mutual support was all that they had hoped, both before and after the births.

Their sense of mischief was obviously to the fore when they named the babies. Simone and Simon. Needless to say grandparents and parents doted on them.