1 comments/ 1958 views/ 1 favorites Sandy's Extravagant Behaviour By: eroticool Sarah made the plane in good time. The ticket said 'business class'. The seminar organizers had made all arrangements, and it seemed they wanted their presenters in a good frame of mind. "A nice touch," she said to herself as she settled in with her manuscript in her lap and a glass of champagne her hand. Arrival The hotel room also turned out to be first class. After she had checked in, Sarah went down for dinner, wearing her most authoritative outfit. The presenters were dining together that first evening, so they could get to know one another. There were five presenters, each an expert in one field or another. She took inventory: an ordinary looking married couple, a brash balding fellow, a compact bright young blond woman, full of life and self and a 'tanned tennis instructor'. It was obvious that the blond found him interesting. He seemed to be quietly amused by her attention, neither responding to nor repelling her advances. Sarah participated in the small talk at the table. After the dinner and ensuing meeting, she made her way to the bar for a nightcap. She was almost through when she was joined by the blonde's prey. "Did you make a clean get away?" she smiled at him. "I hope so," he said earnestly, looking over his shoulder. " Can I buy you a drink?" She decided it would be rude to leave at that point, so she accepted. Peter insisted they sit at a table in the darkest corner. "So I won't be seen by you know who." Peter was divorced with two children who lived with his ex wife. He talked about his kids. He left Sarah with the impression that he was a nice gentle fellow. Day One An Unusual Birthday Gift. When she came down for breakfast the next morning, she saw him at a table with young miss bubbly. Sarah smiled and nodded slightly to him. He rolled his eyes as his companion chatted on. Sarah went to the table where the other 3 presenters sat. Sarah led three seminars that day, the one after the other. There were over three hundred attending the conference, and everyone was full of questions. The day went quickly. When dinnertime came around she was tired and headed for her room to have a luxurious Jacuzzi tub bath. She ordered up a light meal from room service. Then she had a nap. Later in the evening she felt sociable again and went down to the bar. Peter was in the same dark corner nursing a drink. He saw her and waved her over. She ordered a Martini from a passing waiter, and made for his table. "So you managed to escape?" she asked him as she sat down. "I think she has finally given up," he said. "She likes to dance. I don't. So she asked George, and he was more than willing it seems." "Lucky George," Sarah observed. "I suppose so," he answered. They sat in silence for a while, each lost in their own thoughts. It was not an awkward silence. "It is remarkable how comfortable he is to be with." Sarah thought. "Would you care for another drink?" Peter asked suddenly. Sarah looked at her glass. It was empty. He signalled for the waiter. "Nice ring," he observed as they raised their glasses and toasted each other. "It was a birthday present from my husband." "You two have a pretty good relationship, then?" he asked. "Very much so. We have shared many years of harmonious living. Well, the same number of years of conflict... but as they say, one marries for the conflict." "That's what causes growth in the relationship," she added when she saw him raise his eyebrows questioningly. "Well, that is to say, the resolving of the conflicts." "I never thought of it that way," he replied. "Didn't the conflicts in your marriage enrich your relationship?" she asked. "Perhaps," he replied slowly. "Although after she got religion, there certainly wasn't any growing together. There was little 'together' at all after that. Sex became for procreation only." "What about daily hugs and kisses and the words 'I love you'?" "There wasn't a lot of time for that sort of thing." "Ever have a house plant?" "Of course." "Well did you water it regularly?" "No. it died. I'm not much of a gardener." Peter was silent for a while. "So you and your husband... there's lots of hugs, kisses and 'I love you's'?" "Oh yes! Everyday!" "Is that why you have a good marriage?" "Who knows. We started out with that when we met and liked it, so we decided to continue with it. I suppose we may have ritualized it some, but that doesn't make it any less enjoyable." Sarah thought for a moment. "With this sort of daily tradition, it becomes immediately obvious when someone is out of sorts. Then we go for a walk and talk our way back to where we want to be, making sure we are both pleased with the results." Peter nodded. "Thanks. I'll remember this should I ever remarry. Then, "So tell me about the ring." Grateful for the topic shift, Sarah replied,"I saw the ring when we were out window shopping a few months ago and admired it." "That was all it took?" he asked. "I was surprised myself. He didn't buy it then. He gave it to me as a birthday present as I left. I waited until this morning to unwrap it." "Today is your birthday?" he asked with surprise. "Yes. We celebrated yesterday. I don't normally go off on my own on this day," she clarified, "but..." "Oh that isn't what I reacted to," Peter interrupted. "It's just that this is also my birthday." "Shall we ask the bartender to sing us happy birthday?" she asked jokingly. They decided to order another drink instead. "Well, I got what I wanted for my birthday," Sarah said, holding up the ring. "Did you?" "No," he replied slowly. "Not really." "What did you wish for?" she asked innocently, thinking it was nice the conversation was now in safe territory. There was a moment of silence. "Well?" she insisted. He sighed. "You'll laugh at me." She assured him she would not. He stared at her, then off into space and said dreamily, "To put my erection between two large gorgeous breasts." Sarah choked on her drink. After she finished coughing - Peter solicitously slapped her back, she burst into laughter. He sat there a bit chagrined, "I knew you would laugh." "You're serious," she said. "Yeah. I have had that fantasy ever since I was a teenager." She thought back to her own romantic life with Brian. This was certainly no fantasy in their love life. Brian had fucked her tits on many an occasion. "You mean you have never..." "Nope, not once." They finished their drinks in silence. It wasn't a comfortable one this time. Without thinking, Sarah suddenly cupped her breasts and asked him, "Would these do?" "But you're happily married!" he exclaimed. "I couldn't possibly..." "Oh I'll be telling Brian about this," she assured him. "He'll find it exciting. And it won't hurt our marriage - neither of us would do anything that might put our relationship at risk. Not that I have ever done anything like this before. It's just that it doesn't seem right that you should go another birthday without having this present you've been wanting so long. How about I meet you in your room in an hour?" Peter found himself unable to think straight, but managed to insist upon settling the bar tab. Sarah left for her room. By the time she reached the elevator, she had started to shake. "What am I doing?" she asked herself as she rode up. "Was this the three Martinis?" By the time she got to her room she had decided to cancel. "Why couldn't he ask Nancy? So maybe she carried a few extra pounds. She was still very attractive. And despite the shapeless clothing she wore, her breasts promised to be every bit as large as mine if not bigger." She picked up the phone, started to punch in the numbers. Then she hung up. "I can't disappoint him now. I can do this," she said to herself. After showering, she dressed in her best bra and thong, long skirt, stockings, a frilly blouse and high heels. Make-up and she was at his door on time. She knocked once. Peter opened the door immediately. Five candles lit the room. A bottle of champagne, two glasses and a plate of chocolate covered strawberries were on the table. "I thought since it is our birthday..." he gestured towards a chair. "Perfect." she smiled and sat down. They chatted their way through the strawberries and most of the champagne. They spoke of their birthdays as children. There came a break in the conversation. Sarah stood up, walked over to the bed and facing him, unbuttoned her blouse. Maintaining eye contact, she slipped out of her shoes and then skirt. She reached behind her and unsnapped her bra and took a bottle of oil from her purse. She rubbed it on her breasts. Then she lay down on the bed and waited. Peter - looked - no the word here is feasted. Peter feasted his eyes on her. She cupped her breasts together and said. "Well? Will these do? Would you like to come over here and place your erection between them?" He broke the undressing record for a male over thirty. Sarah watched him climb onto the bed and straddled her. She took hold of his cock. "Been a while?" she asked. He nodded. She played with it before she squeezed her breasts around it. He began to pump slowly. She reached out with her tongue to flick the end of it each time it came close. He thrust farther and she was able to take some of him into her mouth. He was very gentle. Too gentle, Sarah thought and instructed him to thrust harder. She got more of him into her mouth. She wondered if she should ask him to fuck her properly. She was wet and ready, and thought that having gone this far it was dumb not to find out what it would be like to have him inside her. But then she remembered that she had already received her birthday gift and that this was his. She released her breasts and clutched his buttocks and pulled him towards her. She held him there while she sucked on as much cock as she could get into her mouth. She heard him shout; "Ah!" and then he started to spurt. She grabbed his cock with both hands and jerked it in time with the pulsations. He came and came and came as she swallowed as much as she could. When he was done he looked down at her and whispered, "Wow! Thank you so very much!" They sat on the edge of the bed, sipping the last of the champagne afterwards. She looked down at his cock and was sure that it wouldn't take much to... "Time to go!" she announced abruptly and reached for her clothes. "Happy birthday." She kissed his cheek and slipped out of his room. Day Two Peter Says Thank You The next morning Sarah woke to a knock on her door. "Room service!" She got out of bed and opened the door. Three hotel attendants came in with three large vases filled with flowers of every kind and a large dolly containing breakfast. "Would you like the trays - in bed or at the table?" they asked. Too surprised to answer she pointed at the bed. She led the way and sat on the bed up against the pillows. Belatedly she remembered she was nude and quickly brought up the covers. But the room service manager and crew were professionals. Not batting an eye or even smiling, they courteously arranged the trays on the bed and placed the vases around the room. "Bon appetite" they said in unison, bowed and let themselves out. Sarah looked at the trays on the bed. There was every imaginable breakfast item... plus a whole pot of coffee. She started with the champagne and orange juice, as she opened the card that lay on a gift-wrapped box. It was from Peter. 'You made my birthday the best ever! It was better than my fantasy. Please accept this as a token of my appreciation.' She unwrapped the present and found the most elegant and minuscule bra and panty set she had ever seen. She smiled appreciatively, thinking that Brian would be sure to like them. She looked at the basket of fruit. She picked up the banana. It reminded her of what she had wrapped her lips around the evening before. She began to think she had been foolish not to have taken off her thong and suggested he fuck her properly. She kicked off the covers, closed her eyes and let the banana slide down between her thighs. She massaged her clitoris imaging Peter's cock poised to enter. She tentatively moved the banana to the entry point. It felt great! She carefully thrust it home, visualizing what could have been had she elected to stay the night before. That day both Peter and Sarah were very busy. All she had opportunity to do was to mouth "Thank you" to him across the room. After supper she found him in the bar at the table in the corner. Miss bubbly had found him too. Peter waved Sarah over with both arms. If there ever was a cry for help... Nancy sat with her back to her as she approached but turned to see who Peter waved at. She frowned. "Am I intruding?" Sarah asked innocently. "Not at all," Peter said as he stood and held a chair for her. "Nancy was just trying to convince me to go dancing, and well, you know how I feel about that." Nancy rose. "Well, if you want to sit here and booze it up, that is fine by me." "Lots of luck," she whispered to her and left. Peter looked questioningly. Sarah shrugged and told him how pleasantly surprised she had been that morning. "Are you wearing them?" he asked. She looked at him for a moment, then with her back to the room, unbuttoned her blouse and opened it up. She held it open to the count of 4, then buttoned up again, turned around, bent over and raised her skirt. "Seeing is believing," she said. "I like being a believer," came the reply. "How did you ever manage to get all the flowers and this fancy two piece so early in the morning?" "I bribed a few people," he admitted candidly "And perhaps told a white lie or two. I just had to let you know that last night will go down in memory as the best day ever." "Well, we are even, then," she said. "I have never woken up to such a delightful surprise." They spoke of how the day had gone, and as neither had any responsibilities until late the next afternoon, made plans to go for a ride in the country in the morning. Peter volunteered to arrange for a picnic lunch. "I'm told there is a small lake with picnic grounds not far away," he said. A little fresh air sounded good to Sarah and they agreed to meet at ten the next morning. Day Three More Than a Picnic At ten Sarah found Peter in a convertible out front of the hotel. "Nice," she said admiringly as she got in. "Very nice," he said as he took in what Sarah thought passed for appropriate attire on a hot sunny day. Sarah knew very well what he alluded to. Brian had said that he could see right through the material when the sun was just right. "It's less than an hour's drive," he informed her as they drove off. The scenery was nice, and they didn't talk much. Finally she had to ask. "Is it really true that you had that fantasy about having your erection between a woman's breasts since you were a teenager?" "Yes. I was thirteen. We lived next door to this couple whose bedroom window faced mine. She was well built - you remind me of her - and every month for three nights when the moon was fullest they would make love with their curtains open. I suppose it was so they would have the moonlight shine on them. I found out about it one night quite by accident, because they never started until 2 am when they knew I would be asleep. My bedtime was ten. After that first night I stayed awake until 3 every night with my eyes glued to their room in the dark until I discovered their routine. Mom thought I was sick, as I was tired all the time," he laughed. "They had six basic positions, and each of them became engrained in my mind. I think the one you helped me with the other night was the most powerful one." "Do you fantasize about the other five as well?" Sarah asked. "Well, sort of," Peter hedged . Then he added, "But those others I have over the years put into different contexts." "Contexts?" "You know, places." Sarah realized that she was on the verge of opening a can of worms, but could not resist, "What sort of places?" Peter turned off the highway onto a dirt road. Sarah watched him, enjoying his discomfort. "Anyone ever tell you about safe topics of conversation?" he asked finally with a smile. "Hey, I'm just a curious busy body with a taste for a good story," she replied. "Well, OK," he said reluctantly. "They would have sex doggy style. They would face the open window and he would fuck her from behind. I was treated to the sight of these gorgeous boobs bouncing in the moonlight. Can you imagine the effect on a thirteen-year-old boy? Well, over the years, I have placed that in several places, but my favourite is on a picnic table in a park. Just then they came to the end of the dirt road and pulled into a small vacant parking lot. "The lake should be down that path," Peter pointed. "I'll park over there in the shade and bring the picnic basket." He stopped to let Sarah out. She took the path and soon came to a grassy clearing. A picnic table stood near the lake. "The picnic table," she thought. She looked around. There were other tables placed around the edge of the clearing. They had the place to themselves. "Looks like a popular place," she mused as she viewed the nearly full garbage containers. There was no time to think. People could come at anytime. Impulsively she stripped off her clothes. She got up on the table and waited naked on hands and knees, facing the lake. It wasn't long before she heard footsteps on gravel behind her. She resisted the temptation to look, trembling slightly. The sound of footsteps was replaced by the rustle of clothing. Then the footsteps resumed and Peter came around in front of her - naked. His hard on was if anything bigger than the other day. "Come up here with that thing." she ordered. "My pussy awaits." Peter sprang up on the table - also aware that they wouldn't have this place to themselves for long. He positioned himself and thrust. He pumped slowly with his hands on her hips. Sarah pushed back to make sure she got all of him and began to orgasm. Through glassy eyes she peered out across the lake. "Too bad there is no one here to see my breasts bounce," Sarah teased. Peter reached around and grabbed them as he shuddered. Sarah counted twenty pulsations. They heard a car and dashed for the lake. The water was lovely. Another couple came into the clearing. The two grinned at them self-consciously. They too were going to swim naked. Peter and Sarah were the first to leave the water. With one eye on the couple in the lake, they ate the fancy picnic lunch courtesy of the hotel kitchen and thanks to Peter's ability to bribe. By the time they were through eating, half the tables in the clearing were occupied. A couple rode in on horseback. "This seems to be quite the park for romance," Sarah noted, looking over the newcomers. "Lovers even come on horseback," she said to Peter. He was staring at the horses. He looked at her and blushed. "Are there horses in one of your fantasies? I caught a little bit of a blush just there." "Do you ride?" he asked "I haven't ridden since I was a kid. Do you?" "It is one of my favourite hobbies." "And?" "You're going to ferret out all my secrets, aren't you?" he said exasperatedly. Sarah gave him a naughty smile. Peter sighed, "Yes, it is one of the contexts," he admitted. "One of the couple's positions was with her seated in his lap facing him and she would bounce up and down with him inside her. Since I enjoy horseback riding, it was only natural that I develop the fantasy of screwing on horseback. You know I mentioned this fantasy to my wife one time before she got religion - she too liked riding - it was the one thing we did together. Well, she called me a 'perverted sod'. Never came riding with me again after that." Sandy's Extravagant Behaviour "Are there stables around here?" "Yes, I noticed some stables not far from the park," he said. "I imagine they rent horses there." Sarah looked at his crotch. It was evident he was turned on again. Peter grinned and started to pack. "We need to be back by three, so we'll have to leave now." It was a ten minute drive to the Riding Academy. Peter went in to make the arrangements and soon Sarah was on a horse for the first time in many years. Peter rode bareback like he was born on a horse. Sarah rode awkwardly in a saddle. He made helpful suggestions, and after a bit she found it easier. They took one of the trails through the forest that had been recommended. After about fifteen minutes they came to a clearing with a picnic table and a well. "They said we can drink the water here," Peter said as he dismounted. He helped Sarah off her horse. "Never mind that," she said. "Let's drink after." They shed their clothes. Peter tethered her horse to the picnic table and remounted his. Sarah stood on the table and sucked his cock for a bit. Then he helped her up. It was awkward. No place to set her feet. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he lifted her up. They managed to get her into position with his cock in place. "I have been impaled," she said into his shoulder and hung on for dear life as the horse started to trot. She found it not at all pleasurable to start with, but with her breasts rubbing up against his chest, she began to relax and think of the sight they presented. "How are you doing?" she asked finally. "Is this the way you imagined it?" "I'm having difficulty riding both you and the horse at the same time," he confessed. They stopped . "Let's try it with you facing the other way," he suggested. With some difficulty they managed to get her turned around. She lay forward and wrapped her arms around the horse's neck. He got the horse moving again. This time it seemed to work quite well for both. "I like this view here," he said and gave her some friendly slaps on her bum as his cock slid in and out of her pussy. She felt him spurt deep inside her. They managed to make it back in time for a quick shower before their next presentations. A Plan is Hatched After dinner, Peter and Sarah found their way to their corner table in the bar. They had just received their drinks when Miss bubbly came by. "Where did you two drive off to today?" she asked as she seated herself. "We went for a picnic," Peter replied truthfully. "Swimming too?" she asked jealously, eyeing Sarah's hair. She hadn't had time to wash it. "Can I come next time?" Peter and Sarah exchanged looks. "Of course," he replied. "Well," she said, "I'm going to see if I can find someone to dance with." Once she was out of earshot, Sarah asked Peter why he hadn't made the most of her. It was obvious what she was out after. "She talks all the time," he explained. "Besides, "I normally feel awkward around the ladies." "Poor Nancy," Sarah said. "She is probably the oldest child in her family, and has spent most of her life at school with little time for the opposite sex. Been busy studying. I caught part of her seminar today. She is quite bright." "Probably still lives at home," Peter added. "No boy friend either, as she would likely scare most guys away." "Those who like to be in charge, anyway," Sarah agreed. "But were she to find someone who was the youngest in their family, preferably with an older sister or two, it might work." "How would that make a difference?" "It's to do with birth order. The experience we receive growing up has a lot to say how we adjust to the opposite sex. A youngest relates easier to an oldest of the opposite sex if that was their childhood experience. "Oh." Peter thought for a moment. "Maybe that's why my marriage failed. We were both the oldest." "Possibly a contributing factor," Sarah volunteered. "But once one is aware that it can be causing difficulties in a relationship, that understanding itself can be helpful." Peter nodded thoughtfully. "But that's not something that can be of any help to Nancy now. I'll bet she had some idea to find romance on this excursion... or at least a one-night stand or two. Pity she and George don't hit it off." He switched topics. "By the way, how are you feeling after the horse ride?" "Sore!" she exclaimed. "You probably noticed that I am walking funny. But it's not just my bum that is sore. My pussy is sore too. I think I maybe overdid it today. That cock of yours is one sizeable instrument." "Well, believe it or not," Peter said, "this instrument of mine is plenty sore too. I don't ever recall it being used to this extent before. Not that that will be any consolation to you," he added. "But it has been tremendously fun!" "But there are three more contexts to go," Sarah moaned with a smile. Just then Nancy reappeared, plunking herself down beside Peter again. "You two still here? I just can't seem to find anyone to dance with," she said with disgust. And then, "What contexts are you talking about?" Peter and Sarah exchanged looks. "Contests," Sarah said. "I said contests. We have been referring to the presentations Mary and her husband are doing as contests. They seem to be so competitive." "Are you two sitting here talking about the seminar?" Nancy asked. "I don't believe that for a minute." "So, Nancy, what do you think we are talking about?" Peter asked. Nancy looked at him, then at Sarah. "I need a drink." Peter waved the waiter over. "A double... no make that a triple scotch," she ordered. "So you like scotch?" Peter asked. "Well, my dad drinks it and he gives me some once in a while. Actually it's the only drink I know." The scotch came and she downed half of it. She drew a big breath. "I think," she said steadily, looking at her glass, "that you two are talking about sex." "You were right," Peter said looking at Sarah. "She is very sharp." Nancy looked at her. "You said that?" she sounded pleased. She finished her drink. "I also think that you two are having an affair." She waved at a waiter for another triple. She looked at them. There was no denial. She took that for a yes, and then blurted out, "That's what I wanted to have here, but I'm not having any luck! Tears welled up in her eyes. "I'm going to be thirty next month and I've never been laid!" Sarah reached out her hand and touched her. "You are a beautiful woman - but you come on so strong." "I don't have much time," she said defensively. This is only a five day seminar, and once I get back home, there's not... Oh what's the use!" They sat in silence. Neither Peter nor Sarah were able to come up with anything to say. The waiter returned with her drink. She took a big sip. Finally Sarah thought to reframe things for her, "Well, maybe that's a good thing. One day you will meet Mr. Right, and the waiting will have been worth while." "Never happen," Nancy said despondently. "I always seem to scare men away. Like you say, I come on too strong. I thought that if I could just get some sexual experience, I would be able to be more relaxed about it. I went up with George to his room, but it seems all my talking just put him off, and he couldn't get an erection. Now he won't even dance with me." She drained her glass and signalled to the waiter for another. "Hey," Peter admonished. "Those are triples, you know." "This will be my last," Nancy promised. "It will put me to sleep." "Anyway," she continued, "I have no room in my life for a 'Mr. Right', as you call it. I decided long ago what I wanted to do with my life. I have plans and ambitions. In four years I will have two more degrees, then I will write books and tour and lecture all over the globe." The drink came and once more she gulped half of it. "It would have been nice to have been laid on this trip," she said indistinctly. "Not to speak of having a fantasy come true." "What's you're fantasy?" Sarah inquired. Nancy looked at her drink. "Boy this stuff really makes it easy to talk about secrets, doesn't it?" She looked directly at her. "One of my fantasies is to be naked in bed with a man and a woman at the same time." She blushed furiously. "I read about that in a book once," she explained. "And what did these three people do in bed?" Peter asked. "That's what I want to find out!" Nancy exclaimed. "I have never had the time to pay much attention to sex. I have studied hard all my life. Summers, I took summer school. I have five degrees and have never been laid!" She drained her glass and stood up unsteadily. "I think I am ready for bed now," she said unnecessarily. With that she toddled off. "Well, she will have a hang over tomorrow, that's for sure," Peter prophesied, looking at her bump into one chair after another on her way out of the bar. "Think she will make it to her room all right?" "I think so. She is tough," Sarah replied. "Should we do something for her?" "Help her out with her fantasy, you mean?" "It could be fun... as long as she didn't talk, I mean." They laughed. "We could gag her," Peter suggested. "I think some sort of discipline would be necessary," Sarah agreed. "Teach her to control the talking urge." "But would she agree to that?" "Right now she'll agree to anything as long as she gets laid." Sarah said confidently. She took out the seminar schedule. "Tomorrow is day four of the seminar. It appears that we are all free after four in the afternoon." They began planning. Day Four Nancy Gets What She Wanted It was indeed a hung over Nancy at breakfast the next morning. She sat alone at a table off in the far corner of the restaurant. She looked up at Sarah as she approached and blushed furiously. Sarah smiled and greeted her warmly. The waiter came right away and they ordered breakfast and something for Nancy's hangover. When it came, Sarah said, "Here, drink this. You will feel better. And you will feel even still better when I have told you what I came to say." "You're going to be fucked!" she whispered. Nancy looked up in surprise. "You are going to be fucked deliciously. You are going to be fucked thoroughly and completely. Not only that you are going to have the erotic adventure of your life!" Nancy looked stunned. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Sarah ate her breakfast in silence. When she had finished, Nancy had still not moved and was still speechless. Sarah took an envelope out of her purse and dropped it on the table as she stood up to go. "Here are your instructions. Don't be late." Sarah did not look back. She trusted that Peter would give her the details of her reaction. He was watching from a table across the room. Nancy looked at the envelope for the longest time. Then she gulped down the hangover drink and tore open the envelope. Her eyes got bigger and bigger as she read it and her mouth dropped and hit the table. Well, so to speak. She reached for her fork and began to eat, eyes focused on the letter before her: 'Nancy. We are assuming that what you said last night was on the level. We want to give you a pre birthday surprise, so you can enter your thirties a sexually experienced woman... if that is still your wish. We may even provide you with more than what you wished for. At any time during the games all you need say is 'uncle' and they will stop. No hard feelings. Until we hear the word 'uncle', we expect you to do exactly as you are told. Before you leave the table, remove your panties. For the duration of the seminar, you will wear only the undergarments we provide. If we don't provide any, you don't wear any. At 11:30 this morning, you are to go to the front desk and pick up the package that will be waiting for you. No lunch for you today. You are to go up to your room and shower or bathe, and at 12:15 exactly you will unlock your door, kneel naked on the bed facing the door and tie the blindfold you will find in the package around your eyes so that you cannot see. Your knees are to be parted. Wait in that position to be deliciously fucked. If your door is locked at 12:20, it will be assumed you have 'uncled' out. During the games, you are not to speak. Every word you utter will immediately cost you one sharp slap on your naked buttocks. You may nod or shake your head as much as you like. Further instructions to follow.' Sarah sat down at Peter's table and he told her of Nancy's reaction. "Did she remove her panties?" she asked. "Without any hesitation that I could detect. She was discrete about it, but I think she may have flashed a guy." "Which guy?" "The one staring at her from outside." Sarah turned and saw a young blond man shake his head, turn and walk away. "She can scare them away through glass without even saying a word," she muttered. "Does she radiate intelligence?" Sarah went to buy the items for Nancy that they had talked about and left them for her at the front desk. At 12:25 the two met outside her door. "I bet these last minutes have seemed like an eternity for her," she whispered. Peter smiled and tried the door. It was unlocked. They walked in. Nancy was naked and blindfolded on the bed as per instructions. She was shaking with apprehension. Sarah went over to her as Peter undressed. She carefully stroked and caressed the kneeling woman. Nancy trembled even more. There was plenty of everything to explore. Sarah tweaked her nipples, eliciting a barely audible gasp. Sarah reached her thighs, then touched the place she knew Nancy had been waiting for her to find. "Oh!" Nancy cried and shook violently. She received a sharp slap, reminding her of the instructions. Sarah found her to be more than ready, and inserted two fingers into her vagina. Peter finished undressing and placed himself in front of the kneeling Nancy. He held her head, his erection inches from her face. He grinned at Sarah. She took the dildo she had purchased at one of the hotel shops, lubricated it and thrust it into Nancy's pussy. This brought forth a much louder "Oh!" and resulted in another sharp slap as Peter took the opportunity to push his cock into her open mouth. There developed a careful rhythm. It didn't take long before Nancy groaned and shook as she had a violent orgasm. She collapsed on the bed. Peter removed her blindfold and helped her turn over. She smiled at him with half closed eyes, then at Sarah who was now out of most of her clothes. Peter instructed Nancy to move farther down the bed so her legs hung over the edge of the bed. He placed a pillow under her head and then positioned himself astride her. "Squeeze your breasts together around my cock!" he ordered. Eyes wide and staring at his erection, Nancy squeezed. Sarah raised the dangling legs into the air and knelt on the floor between them and began to gently lick her pussy. The legs came down over her shoulders and Sarah's head was imprisoned by two solid thighs. Peter fucked her tits. "Open your mouth, Nancy," Sarah heard him say far away. She wasn't hearing very well. Nancy increased the pressure with her thighs, then went limp. Sarah and Peter stood up and stared down at her. She looked all wrung out. She said dreamily "I read about something like this in a book once. I never..." She didn't get to finish. She was turned roughly over and dragged into the centre of the bed. The two draped her over a pile of pillows so her rear stuck up. Sarah straddled her head, as Peter knelt between her thighs and thrust into the dripping wet pussy. "There is to be no talking while the game is in progress," Sarah admonished, emphasizing each word with a slap. Peter's hands clutched her hips and bounced off her quite marvellous buttocks between slaps. The two grinned at each other. After a while Peter stopped, his cock deep inside her and moaned. Sarah lay down beside Nancy and stared into her eyes. "Do you feel that?" she asked. "Do you feel him coming inside you?" Nancy stared back at her with wide open eyes and nodded. Peter withdrew, threw the pillows onto the floor and lay down alongside of her. "I think they call this a sandwich." Nancy said smugly. "That's going to cost you seven more slaps," Peter told her. "Good." Nancy replied. "I like being spanked." They lay there for a while. Then Peter rose saying, "We have to maintain discipline or all will be lost." He ordered Nancy to lie across his lap. She complied without reluctance. He slapped her buttocks a dozen times and was not gentle. When he was finished, her bottom was a bright red. She stood up and smiled through her tears. "Let's get some cold water on that bum," Sarah suggested, and led her to the bathroom. The two left while the red bum was still cooling off. Nancy still managed to arrive on the stage a few minutes before her 1:30 presentation. The leader of the seminar offered her a chair, but she declined, indicating she preferred to stand while she waited. Peter and Sarah sat at the back and smiled at each other. "She has indeed been spanked as well as deliciously fucked," Sarah whispered. He nodded. Nancy's face positively shone and her eyes sparkled as she gave her presentation. "Do you think she has had enough?" he whispered back. "Not a chance," Sarah replied eyeing the beaming Nancy. A clerk from the hotel came by and handed Peter an envelope, "Left at the desk for you." He explained quietly. Peter opened it. It was a card from Nancy addressed to them both. 'I have been fucked!' It read. 'I have been fucked deliciously! I have been fucked thoroughly and completely! And I am having the erotic adventure of my life! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!! PS. I still like being spanked.' "She definitely wants more," Sarah remarked. Peter nodded thoughtfully. They returned their attention to Nancy's presentation. Then came the question period. A bellhop came up to her with a folded note. She blushed as she read it to herself. 'Instruction letter number 2. Nancy. If you wish to continue with the game, go to the women's clothing store here in the hotel at 4:30. Pick out a dress and go to a changing room and remove all your clothing. Leave your purse on the floor near the drawn curtain so it can be seen from the outside. Stand in front of the chair, bend over with your hands on the chair, so that your naked bum is towards the curtain. Wait.' Nancy looked across the room directly at them. "I've received a rather personal question from someone in the group here," she announced, "and I can say with certainty that no problems will be encountered." "I am so impressed," Sarah confessed to Peter. At 4:35 Peter and Sarah approached the store. "I gather this is fantasy context number four," she guessed. He smiled and nodded as they entered. Sarah saw no other customers. Nancy's purse was on the floor in one of the change rooms. "Perfect," Sarah said to herself and went to distract the saleslady while Peter went over to the change room. As he pulled aside the curtain, Sarah glimpsed white gleaming buttocks. It seemed like they were in there forever, but it probably wasn't much more than ten minutes. The sales lady kept trying to leave to check on the other two in her store, and Sarah had to be very creative and demanding to keep her from interfering with context number four. Finally Peter came out and Sarah settled on a dress to try out. Soon after, a sparkling Nancy came out in the dress she had selected and twirled in front of Peter. He said he would buy it for her, as she looked quite stunning in it. "I've never worn a dress like this before," Sarah heard her say through the change room curtain. When she came out with her dress on, Nancy was still posing in front of the mirror. It was low cut and worn without a bra. It had a slit up the side and bare leg flashed with a hint of thigh when she moved. Sandy's Extravagant Behaviour The dress Sarah had picked out was equally adventurous. "Brian will like this," she said to herself as she too stood in front of the mirror. Peter paid for her dress as well. The two women agreed to wear them to the banquet the next day. There would be no time for a trip to the bar that evening, as sessions were to continue until near midnight. Peter left instruction letter number three for Nancy with the desk clerk who promised that he would deliver it personally. Peter had written this note without any help from Sarah. She was kept in the dark. Day Five Nancy Makes up for lost time Once again they had a free period until mid afternoon. Peter had arranged for another picnic basket and he and Sarah sat in his car parked behind the hotel, about thirty feet from the rear entrance. "Why are we waiting here?" Sarah asked. He had picked her up outside the front of the hotel and then driven around to the rear. Suddenly the back door to the hotel flew open and naked breasts and buttocks pelted across the pavement and hurled themselves into the back seat of the car. Nancy buried her face in the seat, rear sticking up. "This is crazy, you guys!" she wailed as they sped away. Peter adjusted the mirror. "As you can see, there is no more room in the front, and I have a rule that anyone riding in the back seat has to be naked. And when I look in the rear view mirror, I want to see either a beautiful naked butt, or gorgeous boobs. Right now I am in the mood for a beautiful naked butt. If you don't want to come along on the picnic, just say so and I will let you out." A small voice came from the back. "You think I have a beautiful butt?" "Yes I do, and that makes twelve smacks you have coming." Sarah turned in her seat and gave the naked upturned rump the twelve smacks. They drove with the top down. Traffic was light. The few motorists they met honked and waved. A truck driver, who came up behind them, seemed especially appreciative. He tail gated until Peter finally sped up and lost him. After about twenty minutes, Peter called out that he was ready to see some gorgeous naked breasts. Nancy sat up and shook her breasts at him. He smiled at her in the mirror and said "Very nice!" Then she forgot herself again and asked, "Where are we going? I..." She caught Sarah's look, and without being told, presented her bum for spanking. She was silent for the rest of the trip to the park. Once again they were the first to arrive. Peter got the picnic basket while the two women began the walk to the clearing. Sarah removed her clothing as they walked, quite conscious of Peter coming behind them. "Now he has two lovely bums to look at," she whispered to Nancy. Nancy grinned and took her arm. They exaggerated their walk some, wiggling as much as they could. Peter put the basket on the picnic table and suggested a swim. The two watched him undress. His erection was enormous. They knelt down on the grass in front of him and began tonguing his balls and licked their way up on each side of his erection. They took turns trying to swallow him. Nancy got the idea of getting some of her own back and started to spank him while Sarah jerked and sucked. Nancy's eyes glowed jealously when she saw him come in Sarah's mouth. "My turn next time," she whispered, blushed and ran off into the lake. All three had a wonderful swim. Nancy remembered to keep her mouth closed. After they had dried themselves, Peter donned swim trunks and Sarah squeezed into her bikini... her most daring bikini. The naked Nancy looked on, biting her lip - doing her best not to say anything. It was obvious that she had a question. Peter took out the tablecloth and spread it on the table. Sarah began to unpack the picnic basket. She looked at Nancy. "Well? Aren't you going to help?" Nancy shrugged as if to say "What the hell," and took out the plates. Peter pulled out some bits of cloth and handed them to her. She looked very relieved, and quickly put the bikini on with her eyes on the couple coming down the path. They had agreed to give Nancy a talking break during lunch. She made up for lost time. How that girl could talk! Halfway through the meal, Sarah and Peter regretted that they had removed the gag order. The new arrivals had occupied a table near the entrance to the park. The male half of the couple seemed to take too big an interest in brief bikinis, and there were words. They didn't stay long. After the lunch, the three lay their towels on the sandy beach and stretched out to enjoy the sun. Nancy continued to talk so much that Peter was forced to tell her that the gag order was once more in effect. The quiet lasted only two minutes before Nancy discovered she had more that had to be said. Peter and Sarah looked disgustedly at her. She silently presented her bum to them. It was quiet for almost ten minutes after that. Then she sat up and said, "I know I'm not supposed to talk, but..." She did not get any farther. As they had agreed, Peter grabbed her and carried her to a low seat-sized rock a few feet away where he forced her to sit, knees bent on either side of the rock. Sarah brought over a small bag from the picnic basket and took out some silk ribbon. They lashed her arms together behind her back and bound each ankle to a wrist behind her. Peter removed her top. Nancy looked down at her chest and quipped, "Hey, my breasts are jutting out like crazy!" Peter put a ball gag in her mouth. She was now unable to move and unable to talk. "I have to have a picture of this," Sarah said. She retrieved her camera from her purse and took a few snap shots. She joined Peter on the blanket. The two lay looking at their captive, enjoying the quiet. Peter broke the silence, "You know, that has to be the sexiest sight I have ever seen. Her breasts are jutting out like crazy." Then it was time to go. The two packed everything up and left, pretending to forget about Nancy. Nancy became agitated and began to make sounds. Peter went to the car and started it up and drove off while Sarah waited just out of Nancy's sight. Nancy panicked. Screams came through the gag. Then she saw Sarah returning. Relief flooded her face. Sarah untied her, helped her stand, then tied her wrists behind her back She removed the gag. "I thought you guys were really going to leave me here!" Nancy sputtered. "I was..." Sarah quickly replaced the gag and yanked off her thong, tied a ribbon around her neck, and led her naked and angry down the path. Peter drove up. Sarah opened the rear door and Nancy got awkwardly in and immediately assumed the bottoms up position. "She give you any trouble?" Peter asked as he put the car into gear. "Nothing I couldn't handle," Sarah said laughingly. "She actually thought we were leaving her!" "Good!" Peter responded. "Maybe we have scared her into controlling that tongue of hers." After driving a few miles, Peter called out to Nancy that it was "Boobs appreciation time." She managed with some difficulty to straighten up into a sitting position. "What an awesome sight," Peter noted as he looked into the mirror. Sarah had to agree. Her breasts jutted straight out. "Ready for the gag to come out?" Sarah asked. Nancy nodded seriously. Sarah turned around and knelt in the front seat and undid the gag. Nancy stretched her mouth, but said nothing. She looked serious and thoughtful, but no longer angry. As they approached the city, Peter reached under the seat and tossed a dress into the back. "Here's something for you to wear." Sarah reached back and untied her arms. Nancy stretched them and took hold of the dress. She looked at it, but made no move to put it on. When Peter pulled up to the door of the hotel, she was still naked and had still not spoken. Sarah had a premonition, and reached for her camera. Nancy pulled out big dark sunglasses and high heels from her purse. She put them on, and carrying her purse, left the vehicle and walked regally past the open mouthed Valet, past the floored door man, astonished receptionist, amazed guests and into the elevator. The last sight they had had of Nancy was of her jiggling buttocks as the elevator door closed. Sarah wondered if she would be at the banquet and whether she would be wearing her new dress. "Who was that?" someone asked. No one it seemed recognized her. Peter and Sarah feigned ignorance, and said they had picked her up just outside of town wearing a dress. Peter held up the dress for all to see. Sarah's last presentation at the seminar went well, and she went to get ready for the closing banquet. She put on the new dress Peter had bought. She found her place at a table. The presenters were not to sit together as they were to be free to talk to the participants at the seminar. Nancy arrived in her new dress. She studiously avoided looking at Sarah. After the banquet, Sarah and Peter hooked up and made their way to their table at the bar. He too had been snubbed by Nancy. They ordered drinks and suddenly there she was: Miss Bubbly herself. Peter looked at her carefully. There seemed somehow to be more to her now. She seemed more self assured, and there was a sexy quality about her that had not been there before. Laughing, she sat herself down in the chair and said, "I fooled you didn't I. You thought I would never speak to you again, right?" She did not wait for a reply but launched right into her next thought. "So tell me about the reaction of everyone from the valet to the other guests. Did my disguise work? Was I recognized?" She saw Sarah roll her eyes at Peter. She flounced around, lifted her dress and presented her bare cheeks. She collected a couple of stinging slaps and sat quickly back down. Several people looked their way. Oblivious to any commotion she may have caused, Nancy continued bubbling. "So? Let's have all the details." They told her everything. "So it has been my turn to contribute some surprises to the game then," she said, obviously pleased with herself. "You have out done us all," Peter said. The waiter came with her scotch. They had become known. They let Nancy talk. She spoke of the large variety of feelings she had experienced that day... from suspense to bewilderment, to shame, lust, humour, anger and finally revenge and understanding. There was a moment of silence. Peter asked, "Which feeling did you enjoy the most?" She looked thoughtful a moment, then answered, "I think I relished revenge, but enjoyed lust the most - especially right after you gave me that complement when I was tied up, Peter." "When your breasts were jutting out like crazy," Peter volunteered. Nancy smiled and cupped her breasts. "Right. Jutting out like crazy." Then she continued. "Interestingly enough I think the total package of all the feelings made for the most erotic time anyone could imagine." The group digested this in silence. Then she said to Peter. "Did you really mean it when you said that me being tied up on the rock with my breasts jutting out like crazy to be the sexiest sight you had ever seen?" "No doubt about it," Peter said fervently. Nancy sipped her drink thoughtfully. Her wheels could be heard turning. "Don't adopt that pose in here," Sarah warned. "We would be thrown out and our reputations would be ruined." Nancy burst out laughing as she blushed. Nancy then asked how all this all started, and for the next hour they told the story about birthdays, religion and divorce, Sarah's husband Brian and their secure relationship, a thirteen year old night owl and contexts. "So then you have experienced four of those six contexts, Peter," Nancy observed. "Well, actually five," he corrected. "When we were at the park today and you two ladies knelt in front of me and performed fellatio - that was number five done in stereo. It was truly an awesome sight to see two beautiful naked women kneeling in front of me." "Well, what about number six?" she asked. "If you two ladies will accompany me to my room, I will show you," he said. They drained their glasses, and to the envy of every other male in the place, Peter led the way to his room. It was obvious that Peter had anticipated this turn of events. There were three bottles of champagne in coolers on the table, three glasses and a bottle of cognac with three small glasses. Candles and flowers were everywhere. "You rascal," Sarah said accusingly. "You had this all planned." "Well, not planned, but hoped." They sat down and Peter opened a bottle of champagne. Nancy, of course, did most of the talking. The two ladies had begun to seriously giggle by the time they were part way through the third bottle. Peter decided it was time for context number six. "If you ladies will be so good as to strip," he said, "I'll prepare the bed." When they were all naked, Nancy was instructed to lie face down in the centre of the bed, legs spread and dangling over the edge. Sarah was told to lie on top of her. Peter explained, "If I have gauged things correctly I will have two accessible cunts to fuck." Nancy moved into position and Sarah lowered herself on top of her. They were both giggling. Peter took hold of Sarah's hips and plunged in. She gasped and cried out. He withdrew and it was Nancy's turn to gasp. Then back into Sarah... two thrusts this time... then twice into Nancy. Peter began to vary the number of thrusts each girl received, so they never knew how many to expect. Eventually Sarah felt Nancy begin to tremble beneath her. She found this exciting and began her orgasm as well. Peter sensed their response and began to ejaculate, first into one, then the other. He collapsed on the bed beside them. Sarah rolled off Nancy. Nancy looked at her. "It's the sandwich again!" They finished off third bottle of champagne and brought the cognac with them into the bathroom and climbed into the jacuzzi. There was lots of room. It was a large tub. Two lay relaxing with the cognac, listening to the piped in classical music. The third talked. She was amazing. Sarah looked at Peter. Nancy caught the look and bit her tongue. She got out of the tub and came back with some ribbon and the gag. Mutely she presented her back to Peter and he tied her arms back so that her breasts jutted out like crazy. She turned to face him and he put in the gag. Then she moved to sit on the edge of the Jacuzzi, legs apart, facing them. Peter and Sarah sipped their cognac and enjoyed the music. "You have to say that she is about the best sport ever," Sarah commented finally. Nancy was looking at Peter's crotch. Even after all that activity today, he was responding to the view. Sarah glanced at what Nancy was focused on, then grinned at Peter. "I can't help it," he said. "Look at her." Nancy's eyes gleamed with excitement. I think she wants to have you come in her mouth," Sarah eventually told Peter. "Like you came in mine at the lake." Nancy nodded vigorously. Peter stood up and went over to her. He removed her gag and replaced the ball with his cock. Sarah moved over a bit so she could get a better view. He left her arms tied, and her breasts nudged up against his legs each time he thrust into her mouth. This went on for several minutes until it occurred to Sarah to help out. She reached over and held his balls. That did it. He came spurting. Nancy was not able to swallow fast enough. Peter became week in his knees, and sagged back down into the tub. Sarah untied the beaming Nancy. She submerged, resurfaced and exclaimed, "Wow! I did it!" Sarah wasn't sure whether she meant a blow job or gotten Peter excited by her breasts. Nancy continued to gush. Sarah handed her a cognac with a look, and she snapped her mouth shut and turned to present her bum. Sarah wearily slapped both cheeks a few times. .All three lapsed into a lovely silence that lasted for almost half an hour. Nancy's lips started to move. Then came the sound. "Like lightening," Sarah thought. "First the sight, then the sound." But she surprised them. She wanted to hear about Sarah and her husband Brian. So Sarah entertained them with some of their escapades until everyone was too tired to keep their eyes open. The girls didn't think they could make it back to their rooms, so fell asleep on Peter's bed. Sarah woke in the middle of the night, needing to visit the bathroom. Nancy too heard the call, and the two decided to return to their rooms. As it was four in the morning and they felt it safe to go naked, carrying their things. Day 6 Homewards. Sarah slept until ten, and it wasn't until closer to eleven that she made it down for brunch. Peter and Nancy were already halfway through their meal. Two empty tumblers were on the table. A third full of something red stood by an empty plate. Sarah nodded and said "morning," and drained the glass. Nancy piped up after she had ordered, "Peter says you cancelled your flight and will be catching a ride home with him." "That sounds about right," she agreed. "Can I catch a ride too?" "Well, it's not for me to say," she replied. "It's not my car." "You're taking him home with you to meet Brian, aren't you?" Nothing gets by this girl, Sarah thought. "That is probably right too," she acknowledged. Her food came, and she began to eat. Nancy continued, "And then you are going to have a threesome, and you will kneel on the bed, and Brian will fuck your mouth and Peter will fuck you from behind." Sarah choked on her food. It is not possible to be astonished, cough, laugh and eat all at once. When she had regained her composure, she looked at Peter. "Did you...?" He said, "No - I said nothing." "Did I ... last night?" "To tell you the truth, I don't remember," Peter answered. Sarah couldn't remember either. "What had I said last night, anyway?" she wondered. Nancy ignored the exchange and said, " Couldn't I come along just to be there?" "Let me guess." Sarah said. "You want to stick your naked breasts out at my husband to see if you can get him going." "You won't even know that I am there!" she said eagerly. "Strip me naked, tie me up with my arms behind my back..." "So that your breasts jut out like crazy," Sarah finished for her. "Right. And sit me in the corner, tie my ankles to my wrists so I can't move and you can see my pussy - and put the gag in my mouth so I will be forced to be quiet - why, you won't even know that I'm there!" she repeated. Sarah couldn't help laughing again. Nancy was so earnest. Peter too broke up. "It's not my car, Sarah told her. "It's up to Peter. After all, he will have to listen to you talk all the way, and it is a long drive. Could you handle that Peter?" she asked. Before he could answer, Nancy interjected. "I'll remember the no talking rule, and if I forget, you can always gag me. Just so I get to come along." Who could resist. They finally agreed on the condition that she did not gab all the way home, and that if it proved too much she might very well be gagged. Nancy bounced up, hugged and kissed them both. "Oh thankyouthankyouthankyou," she raved. "It will be a great trip! Just you wait and see." Sarah partly regretted cancelling her plane ticket. She had hoped to get some napping done on the way home. They agreed to meet at the front of the hotel at 1:30. Sarah phoned Brian and told him she would be home late that evening, and was bringing friends and that they would be very hungry. He promised to have a big meal ready. After she had packed, she noticed there was time for a short nap. Sarah was stowing her bag in Peter's trunk at the agreed upon time and noticed there were already two bags there. "Is that Nancy's bag?" she asked him, as she opened the car door and sat down. It was another beautiful sunny day, and the top was down. They were among the last guests to leave. "A bell boy came down with it a while back. Said the lady would be here shortly," he replied. Sandy's Extravagant Behaviour Before he had finished talking, a voluptuous naked woman in high heels, hat and sunglasses strolled through the lobby and out to the car. Nancy opened the rear door, gracefully stepped in and sat down like a lady wearing a formal gown. As soon as she had closed the door, Peter accelerated. Nancy tucked her head down on the seat and raised her bum high into the air. As they pulled out onto the main road, she sat up again. "Breasts all right to begin with today, Peter?" she asked sweetly. Peter looked into the mirror at her. She had her arms behind her back as though they were tied, and her breasts - well her breasts did what they did. "We don't have any more plans." Peter admitted. "Well, I do," Nancy said with authority. "Drive on." "I think we have created a sex maniac," Sarah whispered to him. "I heard that," Nancy said accusingly. "Just for your information I have now exactly 58 hours of freedom before I have to be back at my books. Then life will be as it was before. I can leave my hair down for another 42 hours. After that, it may very well be another year before I bump into you two at another seminar. We will meet at a seminar again, won't we?" "You mean to say you aren't going to be hunting down sexual escapades on a regular basis after this?" Sarah questioned. "Oh no!" Nancy replied seriously. "I will have no time for that. This will keep me till we meet at the next seminar - or until I get an invitation to dinner from some one. Hint. Hint." "Dinner invitation," Sarah thought. "I wonder how Brian will react to her. I'm sure he will like Peter. But, Nancy?" They stopped for a bite to eat after driving for a couple of hours. Peter managed to persuade Nancy to put on a light dress for the occasion. They sat at a booth near the window. They were surprised that Nancy behaved herself during the meal. After they had eaten she said she needed to visit the ladies. Peter and Sarah waited. Finally Peter signalled for the bill. As Peter was paying, the waiter said he had something for them from the young lady that accompanied them, and with some embarrassment he withdrew her dress from under his apron. They looked out at the car, and there she was, standing naked in high heels, sunglasses and that big floppy hat of hers. She smiled and waved. They hurried out urging her to get into the car. Peter and Sarah got in, but Nancy remained standing where she was. The patrons in the restaurant were gathering at the windows. "Not until Peter removes his shorts," she insisted. She waited while Peter deliberated. "Go ahead," Sarah said to Peter. "People will be coming out here soon." Peter slid his shorts off and Nancy got into the car. They roared off. They had been on the road again for about half an hour when Nancy passed Sarah a note. "Let's give Peter one last treat. Take your dress off and crawl into the back with me, and we'll give him stereo." Sarah felt she had to show that she could be a good sport too, so did as she said. Peter couldn't understand what was going on as she peeled off her dress and crawled into the back. He very nearly swerved off the road. Then he looked back and saw two naked bums reaching for the sky as it were and laughed. He looked again and saw two sets of boobs jutting out like crazy. They alternated the view for him several times. "New game, my rules," Nancy commanded as she bent over the front seats, her rear high in the air and gobbled at Peter's cock. Peter liked to drive with the steering wheel in the trucker position, so she had sufficient room. Finally she sat back. Peter had wood. "Finish him off," she ordered, looking at Sarah. Sarah got into the position Nancy had been in and took him in her mouth. She felt the wind on her naked bum. Nancy started in on a spanking. "I've been wanting to do this for some time now," she said, as the smacks - which had started out gentle, became progressively harder. When she was satisfied with the colour of Sarah's butt, she began to play with her clitoris. Then Sarah suddenly felt something slide into her pussy. As Nancy fucked her with the dildo, she gave a steady report of the reaction of the motorists they met. Several drove off the road. "I think we have created a sex monster," Sarah groaned to Peter after he finally came. Nancy seemed to find the game to her satisfaction and thanked them for participating. They stopped at the next rest stop to clean up. Some hours later they pulled up in front of a familiar high curved hedge that led to the front door. "Is this where you live?" Nancy asked Sarah. "Yes," she replied and headed for the trunk. "I'll go knock on the door," Nancy said and went on ahead. "Just a..." "Oh well," Sarah thought and hurried to get her bag. She heard Nancy knock on the door. Then her voice, "Hi. My name is Nancy. I am to be deliciously fucked." Rounding the corner Sarah saw her flounce naked past Brian into the house. The dress lay in a heap halfway down the walk. "Hi!" Sarah said to an astonished Brian. Peter came around the corner. Brian was totally speechless. Sarah gave him a big hug and kiss. "Don't mind her," she whispered. "You won't even know she is there." She was about to introduce Peter when Nancy called from the living room. "Hey! Who's going to tie my arms behind my back so my breasts jut out like crazy?"