Future of Porn

“This is part 11 of my Journal. I started writing it when I made a bold decision to change my life. I left my dull existence in North Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a man in the East Midlands of England. It is a decision that I will never regret. I have never been so happy and never had so much pleasure.

Vanessa”

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Week commencing July 5

Monday July 5 - It had been a bad night. There were people returning to the hotel all the time right up until we were getting up at 7 o’clock, and the majority of them were drunk and shouting and slamming doors. Jon said that it was to be expected in a place like that but that we’d get our own back on them by slamming doors from when we got up until we went out each day. He said, “If they’re going to disturb our sleep then I’m going to disturb theirs.”

The hotel was ‘Bed & breakfast’ but the breakfast only consisted of Tea and Toast so on our way to the beach we stopped at a café and got something to eat. Jon wore just one of his vests and I had to wear just the new non see-though sarong and to just tuck it in. As we were walking along it kept feeling like it was about to fall down so I had to keep tucking it in again (Jon had said I could - unless he told me not to).

Jon had decided that we were going to Ses Salines which meant that we had to get a bus to Ibiza Town and then another to Ses Salines. Jon followed me onto the first bus and as we walked down the aisle my sarong suddenly disappeared leaving me totally naked on a bus with quite a few people on it. All of them seemed to be looking at me. Even though I like being naked I still felt embarrassed, even after Jon picked it up, gave it to me and I’d put it back on.

After we’d got a seat and the bus was moving I realised that I’d enjoyed the excitement and that my pussy was wet and tingling. When I told Jon he said, “I’m sure that I can arrange for it to happen again.” He then told me that he’d grabbed a bit of the sarong and held it against one of the seat backs so that as I moved back along the bus I just walked straight out of it. He told me to try it as we got onto the next bus.

I did, and it worked. I was left naked on a bus in the middle of Ibiza Town with quite a few people looking at me. This time the excitement was greater than the embarrassment and I could really feel my juices. On the beach I discussed this with Jon and we decided that I should do it more often. See what reactions I can get from people.

We spent anther quiet day on the beach with not a lot happening. I’m sure that the people walking up and down the beach stared at me a lot longer because of my lack of pubic hair, pussy lips rings and chain. The man who came to collect the money for the hire of the sun loungers seemed to ‘hover’ at the bottom of my sun lounger for quite a while as well. At one point we both went for a long naked (apart from shoes) walk in the dunes and pine trees that are behind the beach. I’ve got to the stage where the chain doesn’t get me excited unless I’m already thinking about sex.

As we waiting for the bus to go back to Ibiza Town we both sat on the step outside the café eating an ice cream. Anyone who looked would have been able to see both my pussy and Jon’s dick and balls, though we never saw anyone staring at us. We had to stand up on that bus because of the number of people on it and at one point my sarong came un-done and started to fall down on its own. I let it get down to my waist before pulling it back up. The bus to San Antonio was better; I did what Jon suggested and down went the sarong onto the floor. Two hunks of men looked at me but when one of them started talking to the other one I decided that my efforts had been wasted, they sounded as if they were gay.

On the walk through San Antonio back to the hotel I decided to try it again when a group of English youths were walking towards us. I ‘caught’ the sarong on the side of a van and down it went when I was right in front of them. What a cheer I got. It was great. I didn’t rush to pick-up the sarong and even bent over at the waist to pick it up. What a wonderful feeling.

While we were in a shop getting some more water Jon accidentally (yes it was!) dropped his wallet and squatted down to pick it up. He did this with his knees wide open (like men do). Because he wasn’t wearing anything under his vest his dick and balls were clearly visible.

Right in front of him were 2 teenage girls waiting to be served and one of them looked down to see what was going on. Her jaw dropped when she realised what she was looking at and when Jon stood up I could see the girl whispering to her mate. I couldn’t hear what she was saying but her mate turned and looked at Jon. When we left the shop I asked Jon if he’d dropped his wallet on purpose. He said, “Don’t be so silly!” so I told him about the girl. I guess that he hadn’t realised because he said, “I didn’t think about that, I’ll have to try it again.”

Back in the hotel the 2 Scottish girls were in their room with the shutters open. They were getting changed and walking around in their bras and knickers. One of them stared at us as we stripped off and walked around naked but in general they just ignored us. We sat out on the balcony watching the world go by for a while before taking a nap before we went out for the evening. While we were on the balcony I saw the head of one of the girls in the room above us lean out and look down at us a couple of times.

When we went out I just wore my bikini skirt (the one that only has the thin fastening cord on one side making it obvious (to anyone who bothered to look) that I have nothing on underneath) and my white lycra bikini top. With all the young girls wearing see-through dresses on skimpy skirts no one took any notice of me at all, but it was nice walking around amongst all those people feeling quite naked.

After getting some food Jon took me into a couple of the very noisy, lively bars. The music was good, but way too loud. We stood in a corner drinking and watching the kids dancing and falling over. I was stood in front of Jon laying back on him. His hand was in the side of my skirt and he was playing with my clit as we stood there. He brought me to an orgasm quite quickly and I could have screamed my head off and no one would have taken a blind bit of notice.

Back in our hotel room Jon had me ride him. We left the window open (as usual) and I could hear a few people talking but I don’t know if any of them saw us. The Scottish girls room light went on and then off after a few seconds but I couldn’t see them looking towards us.

Tuesday July 6 - Another night when we kept getting woken up. When we did get up Jon slammed our bathroom door lots of times.

Jon decided that we were going to Ses Salines again but he decided that it best not to try the sarong ‘falling off’ trick again so soon. He told me to wear my short sarong skirt and crop top. I tied the skirt at the side but Jon pulled the knot round so that it was right in front of my pussy. It was only the ends dangling down that were stopping people from seeing everything I’d got. In the café having breakfast the waiter kept looking at my lap. I don’t think that he could see my pussy even though I could see the top of my bald pubic bone with just a hint of the top of my slit.

Both bus trips were un-eventful and as we were walking through the long car park to the beach we stopped for a drink and Jon told me to take my top off and we walked the rest of the way with me topless. No one seemed to notice.

We had another very relaxing day soaking up the sun and cooling down in the lovely sea. In the middle of the afternoon Jon put a pair of his mesh undies on and I put just the short sarong skirt on and we went to a beach bar for something to eat. As we were queuing to be served we were stood in front of a table with a youngish couple on it. The woman was staring at Jon’s dick and the man was staring at my crotch. When I looked down I saw that the knot in my sarong was a little off-centre and the man must have had a great view of my pussy, rings and chain. I got all damp just thinking about it. That sounds a bit strange cos I’d just spent a couple of hours laying on a sun lounger with my legs wide open and not got wet. It must have been the excitement of it not being intentional.

We went for another long naked walk in the woods. This time we ended-up near the part of the beach that has a lot of gays on it. As we walked through the sand dunes we say 2 gay couples having sex. Jon wouldn’t let me stop and watch them. He said that he felt like throwing-up. Back near our ‘base’ we saw a ‘normal’ couple with the woman riding the man. That sight gave Jon a hard-on and he pulled me deeper into the woods and fucked me doggy style. I’m sure I saw someone watching us at one point but the odd voyeur was the last thing on my mind as Jon shot his load into me. I didn’t cum.

Back on the sun lounger both our juices were slowly running out of me as I lay on my back with my feet on the sand on either side of the sun lounger.

Early evening we went for a long swim before heading back through the long car park to the bus stop. Jon only had his vest on and me my short sarong skirt (with knot on my pubic bone) right until we got to the bus stop. Then while we were right in the middle of the crowd waiting for the bus Jon told me to put my top back on.

The bus driver gave me a funny look as we gave him our return tickets. On the journey into Ibiza Town we couldn’t get any seats and we had to stand holding a strap hanging down from the roof. I was using my right hand and my top had ridden right up over my right breast. There was a young(ish) woman stood in front of me (facing me) and she spent most of the journey with her face just inches from my breast. When it had first ‘popped’ out I noticed a smile appear on her face. When she kept staring at it my nipples went all hard.

The rest of the journey back to the hotel was uneventful until about half way through San Antonio when Jon told me to slip into a doorway and take my top off. I had to walk the rest of the way back to the hotel topless. You should have seen the faces of the youths in the hotel reception area. I felt nervous, but proud.

Didn’t see anything of the Scottish girls but I did see a head looking down on us as we watched the world go by on our balcony (naked) before going out later. Before we did go out that evening Jon used the body paint to give me some knickers. Two little triangles, one at the top of my bum cheeks and the other at the top of my slit. He also painted some knicker elastic on me in the form of a 1-inch band joining the triangles. It was then on with the see-through sarong, tied in a knot just to the side of my right breast.

I didn’t feel at all nervous as we went out but I thought I was going to get arrested at one point as 2 unpleasant looking policewomen walked towards us. One looked me up and down but then ignored me. My little heart was pounding. Having said all that, there were loads of girls with see-through dresses with very small thongs showing so I guess that I looked as if I was wearing no less than them. To be truthful I never noticed anyone looking at me and no one seemed to realise that I was virtually naked. In one noisy, dark bar, Jon finger fucked me until I came. I was stood facing the bar and Jon had his back to the bar on my right so it was easy for him to go in the side of my sarong and get at my pussy.

Wednesday July 7 - Somehow we managed to sleep late and it was 9 o’clock before we went to a café for some breakfast. We were both wearing just our vests and Jon had his wallet with him. After breakfast Jon decided that we would go for a long walk around the streets and have a bit of fun ‘dropping’ his wallet. He flashed 3 lots of girls and I flashed 2 lots of lads before Jon decided that we should go and get our stuff and go to the beach. The reactions from the ‘victims’ was quite mixed. Jon said that one of the lads that I flashed even looked embarrassed.

Jon wore just his vest and I had to wear my see-through sarong with bikini bottoms to beach. I felt a bit strange having something cover my pussy. The sarong was just tucked in and Jon helped it fall off as we walked to the boat to Cala Conte. As we were getting onto the boat I’m sure that a woman got a glimpse of Jon’s dick because I saw her eyes open wide and her jaw drop.

It was a bit difficult keeping my sarong covering me as we sat next to each other on the boat. The breeze kept trying to blow it to one side. I did notice one teenage girl, sat opposite us, staring at Jon’s lap. As Jon was lounging back on the bench, his knees not together, I guess that she would have been looking at everything that he’d got. As soon as we got off the boat Jon told me to remove the sarong and walk to the car park topless. When we got to the car park my bikini bottoms came off as well (and so did Jon’s vest) and we walked through the car park and down the cliff to the nuddies beach naked.

Had another very quiet day on the beach and in the sea until it came to time to go. Jon told me to wear only the see-through sarong. He told me to follow him onto the boat and to hold my bag in front of me until I sat down. When we got back to San Antonio I did the same trick getting off the boat, but this time Jon followed me. It was nice walking through town virtually naked with no one taking any notice of me. In fact people were taking more notice of a couple of girls that were wearing bikinis with T-back bottoms.

As we were walking passed a café one girl in a group of ‘happy’ girls and youths shouted at Jon, “Hey mate - you should tuck your vest into your shorts.” Jon stopped, turned and we walked back to the girls. Before any of them could say anything Jon said, “I would if I was wearing any.” The same girl said (in a very dis-believing tone), “Oh yeah, prove it!” Jon looked round then with one hand he pulled the bottom of his vest up to his waist. With his other hand he pulled my sarong off me. There were screams and laughter as all the girls turned and saw Jon’s shaved dick and balls and a naked me. He waited about 20 seconds before dropping the bottom of his vest and giving me my sarong that I quickly put back round me. There were all sorts of comments coming from the girls, ranging from, “dirty bastard” through to, “nice one mate.” One lad said, “what the hell’s that on her pussy?” Jon had a big grin on his face right until we got back to the hotel.

When we got back to the hotel we saw that 2 English girls had replaced the 2 Scottish girls. Also, in the room below them, were a young boy and girl (18 ish). John reckoned that it was their first holiday away from home. They’d moved their beds under the window and we could see them making love, naked, on the beds. The girl was kneeling either side of the boy and riding him quite quickly.

Something made her look out and see someone (may have been me or Jon (although we were being quiet), or it could have been someone in the room below us); because she decided to close the curtains in their room. Still impaled on the boy’s dick, she reached up and pulled the curtains closed. When the show ended Jon said, “There’s nothing quite like seeing a girl naked and on her knees with them spread wide and her arms stretched up.” Perhaps that’s why the position that I have to get into when Jon says, “assume the position” is very much like that. I guess that turned Jon on a bit because he joined me in the shower and fucked me till be both came.

When one of the English girls first saw us walking around our room naked she dodged behind a curtain and I could hear her saying, “Hey Becky, come and have a look at this.” The next thing I heard was, “What you on about?” and then a gasp. We both ignored them but I kept getting quick views of both of them trying to look at us without it being obvious. In the end Jon stood at our window and said, “It’s alright you 2, if you want to look then do so, it doesn’t bother us.” A few seconds later Becky came to the window and said, “Hi, I didn’t think that you’d want to know that someone could see you.” Jon replied, “We don’t care, we’re both naturists and it doesn’t bother us in the least.”

Becky’s mate (Sam) slowly emerged and we had a long chat about the weather, the beaches and where to find the nightlife. By the time we’d finished talking I think that they were quite relaxed about our nudity, and later on, as they were getting ready to ‘hit the town’, I saw Becky walking around their room naked as well.

When we went out I just wore my lacy net dress, my collar and Ben. I guess that my lack of pubic hair helped cos no one seemed to realise that I was naked under my lacy see-through dress, although Jon did change our direction when we were walking down one street and we saw a couple of policemen coming the other way.

Ben made it difficult for us to go far and I came twice before we’d even found somewhere to eat. While we were looking for somewhere to have a drink we saw this bar that was on the first floor and it has a balcony. There were quite a number of people on it and I lost count of the number of girls with short shirts who may or may not have realised that everyone on the street below could see either their knickers or their pussies. With it being dark it wasn’t too easy to tell, but both Jon and me reckoned that at least 2 of the girls weren’t wearing knickers or thongs.

San Antonio really is like Ibiza Town when it comes to ‘anything goes’ as far as clothes are concerned. We saw people in all sorts of weird outfits and a couple of men that looked almost reasonable dressed as girls. On the way back to our hotel we saw one couple having sex in a doorway. She was up against the wall and his trousers were round his ankles. He had a nice tight butt.

I really did enjoy going out that night. I was naked apart from a see-through dress and no one appeared to take a blind bit of notice. Okay, I got the odd person looking at me who was obviously thinking ‘Is she, isn’t she?’ but in general no one realised. I suppose that fact that I have no pubic hair helped a bit and I’m sure that my Ben Wa balls had something to do with it; but I felt daring and excited all the time that we were out. I came about 6 times before we eventually got back to the hotel. I was knackered but that didn’t stop Jon wanting to fuck me as I leaned over the balcony. It’s a nice feeling being fucked only a few feet from people who just might look up and see what you’re doing. In a way I was surprised that no one did as I was moaning and grunting a bit as Jon thrust into me.

Thursday July 8 - That morning Jon put some shorts on (first time during the day since we arrived there) and left me while he went and hired a car. As soon as he got back we both put just our vests on, packed out stuff for the day and went out. When we got into the car Jon took his vest off and told me to take mine off. He said that we were going to be naked in the car all the time and would only pull our vests onto our laps when a policeman or some oldies looked as if they were looking in. We were sat in a parked car, naked, in the middle of a busy town. I could see that things were going to get interesting.

We drove to the outskirts of San Antonio and to be honest no one even seemed to look inside the car. People seemed to see the car but never looked inside. By the time that we parked outside a café and put our vests back on I was starting to get relaxed about driving round naked. In the café the waitress got a bit of a surprise when she brought our food, Jon had turned round and was looking at something and his vest had ridden-up displaying all his dick and balls. I’d realised but didn’t say anything to Jon (maybe he knew). Instead I just watched the waitress’ face which was a picture. First shock then a smile.

As her bra hit the floor, Beth let loose a chorus of nervous laughter, and a crimson wave splashed across her cheeks, neck and chest. The photos I’d seen of Beth in the shower, and on the beach, didn’t do her justice. Her tanned fleshy globes would undoubtedly have overflowed ever so slightly if I’d grasped them with my hands. Her nipples were a burgundy color, about the diameter of silver dollars, and her chest was decorated with a spattering of freckles.

Watching the tiny tremors travel across her pendulous breasts as she attempted to stifle her nervous laughter was unbelievably erotic. I hadn’t realized that I’d been gawking like a crazed adolescent, until Heather pushed my chin upward, closing my gaping maw, and wryly commenting, “Careful Hon’. Don’t wanna get drool all over the cards.”

It wasn’t long after Beth’s show, that it was Heather’s turn. Steve and I pushed a small pile of chips in front of Heather, and gazed longingly as she unclasped her bra from the front. Her perfect tits came into view, and I viewed them with renewed awe, while Steve stared at them like a little boy seeing a toy he’s always wanted, finally within reach. Heather’s tiny nipples were stiff points, prompting Beth to declare that they looked hard enough to cut the tabletop. Heather just blushed and took her chips.

The game progressed, with Beth and Heather losing chips at break-neck speed, and soon it was time for Heather to give up her black thong panties. To be honest, I really thought she would halt the game, then and there. Even as she stood up, and hooked her thumbs into the waste band, I still thought she would change her mind. But the next thing I knew she was hastily pushing her panties down her legs, exposing her clean shaven pussy for all to see. She was noticeably nervous, as she promptly returned to her seat, and crossed her legs tightly. She couldn’t conceal the obvious indications of her arousal though. Her petals had begun to bloom, displaying the moisture of her arousal, and her nipples were like steel nails. Adding these signs to the palpable aroma of her natural perfume made it clear, just how turned on she was.

I glanced over at Steve, and he smiled at me with apparent envy. Then I saw him reach down and adjust himself, and I realized that I needed to do the same. I’d been rock hard since Beth removed her first piece of clothing, but I was coming to the realization that watching Heather expose herself to my best friend was somehow just as arousing as watching Beth expose herself to me.

The next hand, Beth was in need of an infusion of chips, so she stood up, turned her backside to us, and with straight legs, bent at the waist. Then she slowly peeled her pink lace panties over her hips and down her legs. Her flawless ass was as tan as the rest of her, and her pussy lips were peaking out form behind her thighs. She stood back up, and slowly pirouetted, showing off her neatly trimmed bush and glistening lips.

The game finally ended when the ladies ran out of chips a final time. I was definitely disappointed while I watched the girls get dressed, but my aching erection needed some relief, so I was eager to get some time alone with Heather.

On the ride back to her place, she asked if I was okay with everything that happened. She’d said that the wine had made her a little crazy and that she couldn’t believe what she’d done. I didn’t know what to think. I knew she was lying, or at the very least leaving out some extremely important parts of the truth, but I couldn’t tell her I’d read Beth’s diary, so I couldn’t exactly call her on it. Besides, I was immensely turned on by the whole affair.

As soon as we entered her apartment, I bent her over the back of the couch, yanked her shorts down to her ankles, and pushed her moist thong off to the side. My cock slid into her wet folds like she was made of butter. Even as slick as she was, taking her from behind, with her legs shackled close together by her shorts, she was extremely tight. I reveled in the feel of her soft skin wrapped around my stiff manhood. Thankfully, she was as turned on as I was. I didn’t drive into her more than three times before she was quivering with a powerful orgasm, and as I’d expected, after jack hammering in and out, only five or six more times, her body sucked my semen right out of me. We both collapsed onto the couch, spent as if we’d been making love for hours.

*Chapter 9 – Prying Eyes Strike Again*

After that weekend, we went to Beth and Steve’s house every Saturday, but we no longer played “Hearts”. It was always strip poker. Although the girls never lost quite as spectacularly as that first time, it was still several weeks before Steve and I had begun to lose any significant amounts of clothing. It was apparent that they were no longer trying to lose as quickly as that first game. And each Saturday, they played just a little bit better. In fact, on the most recent occasion, they had Steve down to his boxers, and I was only a few chips away from losing my jeans, before they yet again, lost it all.

I knew Steve and I were being conned. I would like to think I would have known, even if I hadn’t read Beth’s diary. But after every game, Heather and I would head straight to her apartment and rip each other’s clothes off in reckless passion, so I wasn’t sure I cared.

During that time span I kept trying to get another look at Beth’s diary, but couldn’t find the opportunity until Saturday September 6th, 1997. Beth, Steve, and Heather were all outside bantering while the burgers burned on the grill. Once again, I excused myself to the bathroom. And once again, I found myself sitting on the throne, raiding Beth’s private memoirs.

The first entry I had to find was the one after that first poker game. I had to know the extent of this so-called plan:

“”July 13, 1997 (Sunday) – The plan started without a hitch yesterday. Before Steve and Simon knew what was happening Heather and I were dropping our clothes on the floor. The funniest thing about the whole situation is, I bet they think they’re these really great poker players and that we never stood a chance against them. I can’t wait until we turn the tables on them, but Heather keeps reminding me that we need to take it slow. She keeps telling me that if we start winning too quickly they’ll know they’re being manipulated. I know she’s right, but I just can’t wait to show Steve’s cock to Heather, and of course to see Simon’s cock myself. ”

“”After Heather and Simon left, Steve practically raped me. Before the door was even closed, he was pushing me on the floor. The next thing I knew, I was on my hands and knees and Steve’s throbbing meat was deep inside me. We were so worked up, we were a useless pile of flesh and bones on the living room floor in no time. If Steve’s response is the same after the next game, I’ll have to consider this plan a success, even if I never get to see Simon naked.”"

“I found it intriguing that Steve and I both literally manhandled our women in almost exactly the same way after that first poker game. I skimmed the diary, skipping ahead a bit, to see if I could find some leads as to what the desired outcome of “the plan” really was. There were entries after each of our games detailing Beth’s sexcapades with Steve, but I couldn’t find any additional information regarding the ladies’ agenda, so I just flipped to the latest entry. Apparently it had been written just the previous night.”

“”September 5, 1997 (Friday) – I just got off the phone with Heather, and we’ve decided that tomorrow is the day to take things to the next level. First we have to beat Steve and Simon badly enough at poker that they’re both naked before us. When one of them runs out of chips, they’ll both assume it’s time to end the game, since that’s what we’ve done every time Heather and I have been in that position. They’re in for a huge surprise though. I’m really looking forward to making Steve eat my pussy in front of Heather and Simon, and I can’t wait to watch Simon’s tongue dance all over Heather’s clit. Best of all, if everything goes according to plan, Simon should be sampling my syrup next weekend. Just thinking about the possibilities has my juices flowing already.”"

** *Chapter 10 – The Bluff*

By the time Rufus was outside gnawing on a bone, and the four of us were sitting at the familiar glass table with cards in hand, my thoughts had developed into hundreds of little rubber super balls, bouncing off the interior of my skull in rapidly increasing numbers.

The idea of pleasuring Heather in front of an audience was somehow arousing, and the thought of actually being able to watch Beth in the throws of an orgasm was equally erotic. However, my ego was having a difficult time with letting the girls manipulate us into doing their bidding.

My feelings on the subject were quickly becoming irrelevant though, as the ladies ended up having some remarkably good fortune, and Steve and I were losing our clothes much faster than I’d anticipated. As the game progressed, I began to wonder if part of their master plan involved cheating. Then Steve had an incredible stroke of luck, and ended up with a Royal Flush. I was glad I’d folded early that round, because he was able to milk both ladies dry, and by the time that hand ended, he had obtained a huge stack of chips, and Heather and Beth had to buy some back from him by removing their tops.

My run of bad cards was seeing no end in sight, and it was clear that my fate rested in Steve’s hands. I watched him with admiration as I folded hand after hand, and Steve continued his winning streak by beating the girls nine or ten consecutive rounds. Finally, after two very long hours and much to their chagrin, both ladies were naked, Steve was still wearing enough to maintain his dignity, and I was down to my boxers.

As Steve dealt the next hand, I watched Beth and Heather with a great deal of interest. Both of them seemed to be taking this game much more seriously then any we’d played in the past, and neither of them seemed to be having any fun. Then I realized that I wasn’t having any fun either. They were both so caught up in manipulating their men, and I was so intent on avoiding their control, that we had totally forgotten to enjoy ourselves. Steve on the other hand was having a great time. Of course, that could simply have been due to the huge stack of chips piled in front of him, and the distinct lack of clothing on his opponents.

After snapping out of my reverie, I once again looked down at a terrible hand, but I was getting really tired of folding, so against my better judgment, I decided to go ahead and play it. The bets continued around the table, and it was soon time to see how many cards everyone wanted. Heather and Beth took three cards apiece, Steve took two, and I decided it was time to see if I was any good at bluffing, so I took just one card. As I placed the newly dealt card in my hand, I was surprised to find I had a pair. It was only a couple of eights, but it was the best hand I’d had all day, so I decided to continue the charade, and I bet enough chips to make Heather and Beth look at me with suspicion. Upon careful consideration, Heather eventually called, and Beth raised. Steve ended up raising her bet by half, and I was flooded with disappointment since I no longer had the chips to continue my bluff. To make matters worse, neither of the ladies had many chips left either, so much to my embarrassment, I had to ask Steve if he’d buy my boxer shorts.

Everyone seemed to find my request quite humorous, but after some good natured ribbing, Steve passed me the chips, so I stood up and slowly removed my boxers with nervous resolution. I watched Beth’s eyes as they followed the descent of my boxers, and then hungrily returned to my crotch. She absently licked her lips and smiled as she gazed upon my semi-erect manhood, apparently unable to tear her sparkling orbs away. As I sat down, I glanced at Heather who was finally smiling. Then incredibly, she casually reached under the table, grasped my cock in her soft hand, and with a squeeze said, “Well, it’s about time. Beth and I were getting tired of being the only naked ones around here.”

Beth followed that up with a cheerful, “Here, here!” and it was evident that both of them were now having much more fun.

With my newfound riches, I was able to raise the bet even more, which I had hoped would prompt everyone to fold. Apparently, I’m a terrible liar, since both ladies raised again. Steve, however, tossed his cards aside, content to watch the continuing match, and I pushed the remainder of my chips to the center of the table with regretful trepidation, feeling like I had no choice but to call.

An apprehensive sigh escaped Heather’s lips and she looked thoroughly miserable as she placed her cards on the table, showing everyone a simple pair of threes. “I thought I’d try bluffing,” she explained meekly, then continued, “Oh well, you win some, you lose some.”

A sardonic snort erupted from the other end of the table, and Beth blurted out, “That’s not a bluff, THIS is a bluff!” We all watched with curiosity as she placed her cards on the table, one at a time. Finally, she laid her last card down, and everyone joined in the hilarity, as she showed that her wild betting was based on nothing better than an Ace high. When she finally calmed down she said, “I’d better go get us some more drinks.”

When I proudly displayed my pair of eights, Steve’s eyes bulged out and he growled, “Oh my gawd! I can’t believe all three of you were lying your asses off. I was sitting here with three tens, and I threw them away.”

Beth returned with the drinks, as I stacked my chips in orderly piles, and I watched her and Heather exchange a couple of glances, evidently communicating with just their eyes. I could only guess that they were agreeing that with the stacks of chips that Steve and I had in front of us, in comparison with the quantity of chips that they each had, it was clear that their plan would have to be modified. Then I saw Heather give Beth an almost imperceptible nod, and Beth smiled.

*Chapter 11 – Change in Plans*

When I finished dealing the next round of cards, and everyone had anteed up, I continued to watch both ladies wondering what they’d agreed upon.

Taking my eyes away from Heather and Beth for just a moment, I noticed that the five cards I held at that moment were right on par with every hand I’d been dealt that day. As Heather, Beth, and Steve placed their bets, I was wondering if another bluff would be too obvious. I studied the limited quantity of chips in front of both girls, and my curiosity at what they’d do when they ran out of chips got the better of me, so with grim determination I raised the bet. All three of them, confident that I was bluffing again, called.

Heather took one card, Beth took three, and Steve took two. I decided to keep what I had. Heather and Beth both looked at me with puzzled expressions, probably trying to determine just how bold I was, and Steve just chuckled.

Heather, Beth, and Steve placed their bets, and after covertly determining how many chips each of the ladies had, I raised the pot to just above what both of them could cover. They both stared at me incredulously, and Heather declared, “I know you’re bluffing.”

I replied, “Well, it’ll cost you to find out!”

Beth cried out, “You know we don’t have enough chips to cover that.”

“Then I guess this game is over, unless you both think you have something worth selling,” I replied smugly, wondering if that was exactly what they were waiting for.

Beth smiled lovingly at Steve, reached under the table and began caressing the bulge in his jeans. Meanwhile, Heather gave me her most seductive look, and began running a hand up and down my naked thigh. Then Heather declared, “Okay. I’ll give you a blowjob right here, right now, if you give me 1,000 points worth of chips.” Beth continued to rub Steve’s crotch, and agreed to the same for him.

Steve immediately began pushing chips toward Beth, not even taking the time to count them first, but I halted him, “Wait a minute Steve.”

He looked at me dumbfounded, wondering why on earth I would prevent him from receiving his wife’s greatest gift, so I looked at Heather and said, “Well, no offense Hon, but I can get a blowjob from you pretty much anytime I want, so it somehow just doesn’t seem to justify that many points.”

Heather looked crestfallen at first, then retorted with obvious irritation, “Well, we’ll just see about that!”

“Now wait a minute,” I said, trying to calm her down, “I’m just trying to make the game a little more exciting. It would be no different if our roles were reversed. I mean, hey, I’ve never hesitated going down on you. Have I?”

She blushed, looking a little sheepish, and said, “No. I guess not.”

“Well then, hear me out,” and I paused to take a drink, trying to get up enough nerve to complete my proposal. I continued, “If Steve will permit me to speak for him for just a moment,” and he gave me a pained expression that told me not to ruin this for him, “I think Steve and I would be more than willing to pay out the requested amount of chips for blowjobs, but seeing as how this is a game of chance, the consequences and rewards should be a little more, um…shall we say…intense.”

I had everyone’s undivided attention now, and was telling myself just to spit it out, but I was having a difficult time. Even though I was confident that Beth and Heather had been gradually moving us all in this direction, I wasn’t sure how they’d react to it coming from me, instead of them, especially ahead of their schedule. Additionally, I really had no way of knowing how Steve would respond. After another lengthy pause, and another swallow of beer I finally finished, “I think we should just change things up a bit. Steve can give Heather his chips and I can give mine to Beth.”

Beth had been taking a drink of wine at that very moment, and suddenly began coughing, spraying wine across the table, while Heather stared at me in openmouthed wonderment, and Steve’s smile was quickly replaced with a frown. Suddenly my translation of Beth’s journal entries seemed exaggerated. I felt the burn of embarrassment enveloping my face, and I tried to spit out a retraction as quickly as I could. Before I could get even one word out though, Heather crawled under the table.

When the deafening “zip” of Steve’s jeans echoed in my ears, I almost screamed out, “NO! I take it all back!” Then I looked down, through the hundreds of tiny droplets of wine, still marring the clear surface, and was mesmerized as I observed Heather pull out Steve’s engorged dick. Jealousy took hold of my heart and squeezed with the pressure of a large vice when Heather began licking up and down the shaft. She seemed to be reveling in the feeling of his hardness against her soft tongue. I tore my eyes away from Heather and stared at Steve. My emotions were all over the place. I hated him with every fiber of my being for defiling my girlfriend. But I also felt prideful. There was a part of me thinking, “That’s right Heather. Show him how good you are.”

Steve began clawing at the arms of his chair, obviously enjoying Heather’s talents, and I looked down again, watching my girlfriend lick all around the sensitive underside of my best friend’s cockhead, and caress his balls with her soft hands. Then I looked over at Beth, and the pressure I felt in my chest lessened considerably. Beth was watching me, with a smile bright enough to light a city, and without realizing it at first, I’d replied with an idiotic grin of my own. Neither of us said a word. We just beamed like kids sharing in the experience of their first taste of hot out of the oven, chocolate chip cookies.

Beth and I must have gazed at each other for much longer than I’d thought, because I suddenly heard Steve grunt out, “Oh Gawd! I’m cumming!”

I looked down through the glass again, and was surprised to see that Heather had most of Steve’s penis down her throat. With a final grunt Steve involuntarily lunged upward, knocking Heather’s head against the bottom of the glass table with a loud clang. Heather was unfazed though and swallowed Steve’s semen in four long gulps. Then she finished by kissing the tip of his flaccid penis and quietly returned to her seat, washing Steve’s milk down with some wine. Finally, she looked over at me with a smile, and reached over and placed her hand on mine. She looked at me, adoringly this time, and mouthed, “I love you.” I returned the sentiment, and watched as Beth got up from the table and proceeded to clean up the mess she’d made with her wine.

Steve, panting like he’d just run a marathon, pushed over the decided number of chips, and said, “Worth every penny. That was AMAZING!”

*Chapter 12 – Reciprocations*

After Beth was done cleaning up the table, and replenishing everyone’s drinks, she knelt down in front of me. My astonishment must have splashed across my face, because she giggled and said, “What? I need chips to ya know.”

I looked at Heather, who gave me a smile of approval, so I nodded at Beth. The next thing I knew, my body was suddenly riddled with small electrical shocks as she ran her hands up and down my legs. Then she gently pushed my thighs apart, and immediately shoved as much of my semi-erect cock as she could into her mouth. Feeling my dick grow to its maximum size within the confines of Beth’s mouth was an exhilarating experience, but actually watching Beth’s head bob up and down in my lap was even more thrilling. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. I was convinced that if I closed my eyes, when I reopened them, I’d find that this whole experience had been a dream which would eventually fade into obscurity as all dreams do. So I brushed Beth’s luxurious hair away from her face and gazed upon her features, admiring her smooth skin, her cute nose, and when she looked up at me, her radiant eyes.

Her soft moans told me she was taking great joy in giving me pleasure, but the fire that burned in those glowing emerald orbs told me that she wanted so much more. At some point I remember wondering if Heather and Steve were feeling the same pressure in their chests, as I did only a short while ago. Then all superfluous thoughts faded from my mind as the sensations of Beth’s mouth cuddling with my penis, and the slight pressure from her sucking had become more than I could handle. Just as I started to sputter out a warning to Beth, I began spewing my thick semen into her waiting mouth.

With several loud gulps, Beth successfully swallowed all of my cum, and when she leaned back, she delighted me with an enchanting grin. Then I looked over to my left and right, and saw Heather and Steve smirking at each other, the same way Beth and I had been.

How we managed to continue the charade of a poker game I’ll never know. We all knew how the game would end that evening. It was only fair for Steve and me to return the favor to the ladies. So we proceeded to lose every subsequent hand as quickly as possible. As luck would have it, Steve and I both reached the point of offering our services to the ladies at the same time. It didn’t take long for us to lead them out to the living room and kneel down before them, as subjects attending to their goddesses.

Beth and Heather sat close together on the couch, both of them spreading their legs, allowing us entry to their most sacred temples. As I lowered my mouth towards Beth’s pussy, I could detect the familiar aroma of Heather’s juices coming from my left, mixed with the distinctly different, but no less enticing fragrance of Beth.

When my tongue made contact with Beth’s damp swollen labia for the first time, I finally realized that I wasn’t dreaming. Another stab of jealousy shot through me as I heard Steve lapping up my girlfriend’s nectar, but when I turned my eyes to the left, and saw Heather returning my gaze, all my envious thoughts vanished. We communicated more during that brief eye contact than we had during our entire relationship. Her eyes told me everything. They told me that she felt beautiful and erotic having two men lust over her. That she was grateful to me for allowing her to experience the pleasure Steve was giving her. That she was thrilled and delighted to be able to share her man with her best friend. And they encouraged me to please Beth the same way I had always pleased her. Most importantly, though they told me that she was deeply and unquestionably in love with me.

I felt Beth’s nimble fingers running through my hair, reminding me that I had a gorgeous lady in need, right in front of me. She relaxed on the sofa as I gazed at her perfectly heart-shaped bush and soft labia. I memorized every freckle, every follicle, every nuance of her body, as I gently kissed her inner thighs. I continued kissing her legs and around her reddening lips, following every kiss with a swift lick. After a few moments of this, I began to lick her outer lips more vigorously, but didn’t forget to return to her inner thighs and continue what I’d started there.

As I continued licking and kissing around Beth’s dripping pussy, she offered quiet words of encouragement, telling me she liked what I was doing, and begging for more. I replied by spreading her lips with one hand, and slowly pushing the middle finger of my other hand into her tight canal, while I licked her inflamed clit. Once my finger made it all they way in, I began pumping it in and out, still licking all around her pussy and occasionally sucking on her engorged jewel.

Then Heather began filling the room with soft whimpers and issuing incoherent grunts and moans, which seemed to spur Beth on even more. She grabbed the back of my head almost violently and pushed her pelvis into my face, attempting to fuck my tongue, so I pushed both hands under her beautiful rump, and lifted her towards my eager mouth. My tongue explored her pussy, inside and out, finding every nook and cranny, treasuring her sweet juices, and snuggling with her soft folds. By that time Beth was moaning, and her grip on the back of my head had become quite intense.

Finally I heard Heather scream, so I sucked Beth’s clit into my mouth and kneaded it with my darting tongue. It wasn’t long before she was bucking all over the cushions, and joining Heather in her moans of pleasure. Then I felt Beth convulse, her legs clamped down over my ears, and all went silent.

*Chapter 13 – Lady Voyeurs*

After both girls reached their climaxes, we all just laid there for an unknown amount of time. Finally, after asking everyone if they’d like anything to drink, Beth returned to the kitchen. I couldn’t believe that she could return to her hostess duties so easily, as if nothing unusual had happened. Before I could say as much, Heather decided to go help Beth.

As soon as Heather was out of earshot, Steve whispered, “That was fucking amazing! I can’t believe what we just did! This is like some wild wet dream.”

I just nodded, which I think may have disconcerted Steve, because he asked, “Hey…are we okay?”

I shot Steve an ear to ear grin and replied, “I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling fucking awesome!”

We laughed as he agreed with an enthusiastic “Oh, Yeah!”

We both fell silent and stared at the girls with appreciation as they walked back into the room, each of them holding a few wine glasses. Heather handed me a glass and cuddled up next to me on the sofa giving me a quick peck on the cheek as she did. Beth settled herself down in Steve’s lap, putting both of her glasses on an end table. As we all sipped our wine, silence fell over the room. None of us knew what to say. Finally, Beth grabbed Steve’s semi-hard cock and began stroking it, and whispering something in his ear. We couldn’t hear what she was saying, but could hear Steve’s affirmative responses to her apparent questions.

Before we realized what was going on, Beth turned her back to her husband, faced Heather and me, looked us right in the eyes, and began easing herself down onto Steve’s fully erect cock. When Beth had him all the way in, she closed her eyes, and appeared to be simply absorbing the way it felt, just having him inside her.

When Beth reopened her eyes she gave Heather a knowing smile, again communicating without ever letting their men in on the conversation. Heather got up, removed the glass from my hand, and set both our glasses on the coffee table. Then she mirrored Beth’s position, straddling me so my view was now obscured by her well-toned back. I grabbed her ass, as it lowered onto my lap and marveled at the sensation of my renewed erection sliding slowly into her succulent folds. I could no longer see Beth and Steve, and I was sure that Steve couldn’t see us, and that’s when I became aware that this particular show was for the ladies only. Beth and Heather were watching each other fuck their respective partners, were probably even comparing notes, but I decided that I’d meddled enough for one day, and it was just time to sit back and enjoy the ride.

I leaned back and took great pleasure in the sensations created by Heather’s gentle up and down motions, each one punctuated with a soft utterance of “Oh Yeah!” I reached up, grasping her breasts, feeling the weight of them rest in my palms, and occasionally pinched her nipples. Every now and then I could feel her entire body quiver with pleasure, and I prayed to every deity I could think of, to make me last as long as she wanted. I think my wish came true, since it wasn’t long after that, that Heather’s careful gyrations turned into unbridled fornication.

She spun around, pushed me down into the cushions, without removing my penis from her clutches. With the leverage she gained by pushing her hands against the arm of the couch she found a renewed energy. She began pumping up and down so fast she was a blur. Her soft utterances became guttural grunts, and her heaving breasts bounced against my face. I became enraptured as well, and began thrusting upward, as she came down on me, and every time our pelvises connected, electricity coursed through my veins.

When I finally exploded, her entire body tensed up for what seemed like hours. Then she relaxed, and fell into my arms.

*Chapter 14 – Where There’s Smoke, There’s Fire*

As I drove Heather back to her apartment, the outer darkness, seemed to permeate our inner thoughts. Through the silence, my mind rustled like a tumultuous pile of dried leaves caught in a whirlwind. I couldn’t think of anything to say. Should I express excitement at what we just did? Should I condemn her for leading our relationship down a tawdry path? Should I apologize for my part in the affair? What we had just done had me on sensory overload. I was feeling everything from exhilaration to rage, from jealousy to pride. But the most prominent thing I felt was shame. Not necessarily for the act itself, but because amongst all those turbulent thoughts, visions of the night’s events kept replaying in my head, and I could feel myself getting hard again. And it felt good. Really good.

I glanced to my right and realized that Heather must have been going through a similar mind battle. She was staring straight ahead, almost like she was in a trance, or maybe she just couldn’t look at me. She seemed tense. Every muscle in her body was wound tight, like the mechanisms in a time bomb. Was she feeling anger, excitement, embarrassment, or maybe shame like me? Still not able to think of anything to say, I reached over and placed my hand on her thigh, and gave it a little squeeze. Even if I couldn’t think of anything to vocalize, at least I could find a way to let her know she wasn’t alone, and if I had anything to say about it, never would be again.

A heavy sigh escaped her beautiful lips as if she was expelling all negative emotions from her body, then she placed both her hands on mine, possbibly making sure I wouldn’t pull it back, and stretched out in her seat, metamorphosing from a tightly wound time bomb into a more sedate hourglass with an eternity of sand trickling ever so slowly downward. Finally, she looked over at me and smiled. It was the same beautiful smile I’d fallen in love with on the day we met, and I knew beyond any reasonable expectation, that we’d be together forever.

When we walked in the front door, Heather immediately headed straight to the bedroom and closed the door behind her. We still hadn’t said one word to each other since leaving Steve and Beth’s house, so I began to doubt my interpretation of that smile, to which I had previously put so much meaning. Then after a few minutes of pacing in the living room, I detected the distinct aroma of vanilla scented candles, emanating from underneath the bedroom door. A smile blossomed on my face. My previous thoughts had been correct after all.

Before my happiness could carry me off to the bedroom, I had to answer the call of nature, so I stopped in the bathroom. After washing up, I took a few minutes to look in the mirror, to make sure I was presentable. My positive thoughts were evidenced on my Cheshire expression. My wide smile made me look just plain ridiculous but I couldn’t erase it. I was jubilant. I was ecstatic. I was in downright euphoria.

I practically bounced down the short hallway, but stopped short of the door, which was now ajar. After taking a few seconds to compose myself, although still unable to remove the absurd smile from my face, I pushed open the door, and my nostrils were assaulted with the fragrance from at least twenty separate sweet-smelling flames.

Light bounced off the walls, but the shimmering waves of radiance glancing off every piece of metal in the room – the door knobs, the bed posts, the handles on the dresser drawers – none of it could compete for the absolute luminosity coming from atop the bedspread. The candles were impressive, but Heather positively shone with an inner warmth, which made them entirely unnecessary.

She lay atop the black satin bedspread, propped up against a plethora of matching pillows, wearing a white lace teddy, sheer white nylons, and a dazzling smile. Her lush golden hair cascaded over her shoulders and tickled her nipples through the thin material covering her breasts.

She beckoned me towards her, and like the faithful servant, I obeyed. I ripped my clothes off as fast as I could, tossing everything helter-skelter, and jumped onto the bed, bouncing Heather into soft giggles. We began with adoring tender kisses matching the leisurely trail of wax winding down many of the candle holders, but grew with intensity, spilling forth like the torrent of water from a bursting dam.

I pushed the straps of her teddy off both shoulders, as I planted wet kisses over her neck and down her cleavage. Then I pulled the stretchy material downward, exposing her rigid nipples just long enough to envelop them with my lips. Her skin was unbelievably warm, but I don’t think it was entirely due to the multitude of flickering flames, as much as the blazing longing emanating from within. As the room began to fill with Heather’s urgent cries of desire, she grasped my engorged penis with both hands and attempted to lead it where it wanted to go. I held back though, conscious of the fact that I hadn’t finished removing her tantalizing lingerie, but when I looked down, I discovered that sometime during our foreplay, she’d apparently unfastened some hidden snaps, giving me full access to her ravenous body.

As much as I wanted to prolong our lovemaking, and delay our mutual gratification, it was clear from Heather’s plaintive whimpering, and insistent tugging at my manhood, that she had gone over the edge of passion, and was in desperate need to have me inside her, so I let her guide me into place. Then she wrapped her arms and legs around me, and I gave a mighty push, plunging as deep inside her as physics permitted.

After a good ten to fifteen commanding thrusts, each one punctuated by Heather’s high pitched screams, I was painting her inner sanctum with my seed, and she was shaking with a powerful climax of her own.

We were both hot, sweaty, and exhausted, but I remained poised above her on aching arms, my softening penis still inside of her. I was reluctant to leave her warm embrace, so when my wrists couldn’t take the pain any longer, I slowly lowered myself onto my forearms, being careful not to crush her. She didn’t seem to mind, so I planted moist lingering kisses along her shoulders and neck, and finally her rosy lips. After giving our tongues time to enjoy their reunion, Heather, began to nuzzle my neck and lick one of my earlobes.

Soon I felt a shudder, followed by a tingling sensation, and I felt myself expanding inside my lover. The passionate unbridled sex we’d experienced earlier, was replaced with a more tender, unhurried, lovemaking, as I began to slowly piston in and out, in and out. No longer were we in a hurry to satisfy a carnal need. Now, we were simply experiencing a combining of our two essences into one. We made slow, caring love to each other for an unknown amount of time, until we both finally reached a more sedate mutual orgasm.

I opened my eyes, and gazed into Heather’s. She smiled, and I smiled back. She whispered, “I love you.” The first words either of us had spoken since leaving Beth and Steve’s house. I returned the sentiment, and gave her one more lingering kiss before rolling off of her, onto the cool satin of the bedspread.

I looked over at her, blissful, at peace, and then out of nowhere, my ears were ringing, my head was throbbing, and my heart was hammering. I jumped from the bed, and began extinguishing candles as fast as I could. I looked over to see Heather opening the bedroom door, and comically waving her hands underneath the smoke detector, apparently attempting to fool the device into thinking there wasn’t really a room full of smoke in the immediate vicinity. By the time I finished blowing out the candles, she had switched to thinning out as much smoke as possible, by waving my shirt around like it was a flag caught in a hurricane.

Her hair was in tangles, her teddy was bunched at her hips, one of her stockings had drooped to her knee, and her expression was a mixture of panic and frustration, as the smoke alarm refused to cooperate. I couldn’t help but snicker. Surprisingly, even with the deafening siren, she heard my amusement, and shot me a glare of death. Fortunately for me, it didn’t last long enough to kill anything other than my mirth. She was soon the one in hysterics, as she realized I looked even more ridiculous than her; nude except for white socks, hair matted to one side, my limp penis with a mixture of our juices dripping from it, and soot marks on my cheeks from all the candles I’d blown out.

Luckily, we avoided any uncomfortable situations with the fire department, since Heather had the foresight to call the building manager and let him know everything was okay, and we were able to get enough smoke out of the apartment to stop the high-pitched siren after only 10 or 15 minutes.

And, my good fortune continued into the night, when I finally got up enough nerve to ask Heather to move in with me, and she gleefully agreed.

*Chapter 15 –Reservations for Four*

The weeks following our last poker game with Beth and Steve were surreal. On one hand I was as happy as I’d ever been. Much to my delight, Heather had agreed to move in with me. Her lease was set to expire at the end of the following month, so we spent almost two full months at her apartment; organizing, cleaning, boxing her belongings, and making love. Our relationship couldn’t have been stronger. We opened up to each other like we’d never done before, telling each other our sincerest desires, as well as our deepest secrets. We took pride in each other’s accomplishments, and shared the shame of our darkest hours.

I even told her about reading Beth’s diary. Although she had claimed to be extremely disappointed in my lack of self-control, she didn’t criticize my actions. Later, she’d even admitted that if she’d been in the same situation, she might have been tempted to “take a peek,” as well. I think she was just trying to make me feel better though, since to this day, she has never once asked me about anything I’d read in the journal.

Unfortunately, our relationship with Beth and Steve had literally vanished. Steve and I avoided each other at work, and no longer made weekend plans. Beth and Heather quit meeting for racquetball, and discontinued their late night chat sessions on the phone. Occasionally Steve and I would pass each other in the halls at work, but we couldn’t seem to look each other in the eyes. We’d just pass with a polite “hello,” and continue on whatever path we were on at the time.

Fortunately, thanks to Steve, that changed on Tuesday October 21st, 1997. I was in my cubicle, on the phone, attempting to schedule a rental truck for the following Saturday, when I felt someone walk up behind me. After quickly confirming the time I could pick up the truck, I turned in my chair, and found Steve standing there holding a three ring binder, looking like a shy teenager about to ask the Quicki-Mart clerk for a box of condoms.

Again, we couldn’t lock eyes. He handed me the binder, quietly told me that our boss had wanted me to look it over, and turned to go. Before he got more than two steps away though, he turned back around, saw me watching him, made another about-face, took a third step, and finally turned to face me a final time, and said, “So you’re moving?”

A brief uncertainty took hold of me, as I first had to fathom that he was actually talking to me, and not to someone I couldn’t see, and second, because I hadn’t realized he had overheard enough of my phone conversation to realize I was scheduling a moving truck. “What?…Oh…no. Actually, Heather is moving in with me.”

He looked surprised, but seemed genuine when he said, “Wow…that’s cool. I’m really happy for you. Beth will flip too. She was really thrilled when you two hit it off.”

“Yeah. We’re doing well. Uh…so…how’ve you been? It’s been awhile since we…uh…talked.”

“Yeah, it has. Um…good…we’re doing good.”

I replied, “That’s good,” and then silence fell between us. We were both clearly uncomfortable, and I was trying really hard to find something else to fill the communication gap, but just couldn’t think of anything to say.

Finally, Steve took the bold step for both of us. I don’t know how he did it. I couldn’t have. But he finally said, “Hey…uh…when’s the moving day? Do you need help with Heather’s stuff?”

For the first time in many long weeks, I smiled in Steve’s presence, and I said, “Yeah. To be honest, I was wondering how we were going to get her couch down the stairs with just the two of us.”

We both laughed, and the next thing I knew, we were no longer avoiding eye contact, and were setting up a time to meet at Heather’s apartment on the following Saturday.

*Chapter 16 – Reunion*

Heather had been surprised when I told her that Steve would be helping us move her stuff, but she didn’t give me an indication of how she felt about it, one way or another, so I was a little uneasy when the doorbell rang, right on schedule, at 8:00AM. Much to my surprise, Steve had brought along a nervous looking Beth, and a very excited Rufus. Both humans were properly attired for moving-day, wearing jeans, t-shirts, and sneakers, and as was typical, although contrary to current trends, Rufus was clad in his usual fur coat.

The overzealous German Shepherd bounded through the legs of his masters, tail wagging so hard his whole body swayed from side to side. His enthusiasm was contagious as we all began laughing when he bowled Heather over, landing her on the couch in a heap of fur and wrinkled clothes. Heather and I greeted the warm-hearted dog with generous tummy rubbing and back scratching, and said polite “hellos” to Beth and Steve.

I grabbed a “do-it-yourself mover’s best friend,” also known as a beer, for Steve and another for myself, and we proceeded to formulate a plan of action. Within minutes he and I were carrying the couch down the stairs and into the moving truck. On our return trip, I noticed that the girls and the dog had disappeared, and that the bedroom door was closed. I glanced at Steve, who was looking at the closed door with concern. After a minute though, he must have decided there was nothing we could do, so he looked at me, shrugged his shoulders, grabbed a box, and headed back toward the truck.

By the time my watch read 11:00AM, Steve and I had moved everything out of the apartment except those items behind the closed bedroom door, so we sat down on the carpet, popped the tabs on a few sodas and chatted about work. Although we both kept glancing over at the bedroom door, neither of us voiced our concerns about the girls, or gave any thought whatsoever to even knocking on the door.

Right about the time I was finishing off my Pepsi, the door finally opened, and both girls came out with red-rimmed eyes, and bright big smiles. They looked at their lounging men quizzically, and Heather quipped, “What are you two doing just sitting around? I didn’t realize you needed us to supervise?”

Beth looked around at the empty rooms, and before we could defend ourselves, she said, “Uh…looks like they were waiting for their emotional womenfolk to grant them access to the bedroom.”

Heather looked around too, and her skin flushed red, as she said, “Sorry. I didn’t realize we’d been in there so long. What can we do to help?”

“No problem. We just finished up out her about 15 minutes ago, and needed a break anyway.”

After the girls agreed to go pick up some lunch, Steve and I began moving the bedroom furniture, much to the chagrin of the large sleeping canine which had appropriated the king size mattress.

It was 6:00PM, by the time we had gotten all of Heather’s belongings moved into my house. After finishing up the pizza we’d ordered for dinner, and finding a few scraps in the fridge for Rufus, I took everyone to the back patio to see the new addition I’d secretly had delivered the previous week. When Heather saw the hot tub, her eyes popped out of their sockets, and she said, “Oh, my gawd! When did you get this?”

I let her know I wanted to give her a kind of “Home Warming Present” and hoped she would occasionally share it with me. The brochure claimed it had ergonomic seating that would comfortably hold six adults, 24 individual water jets for therapeutic massage, and an advanced heating and insulation system, all encased in hardwood skirting. After playing with the controls and jets for a few minutes, she stretched out her sore back and said, “Man…I could almost jump in there right now.”

While Steve ogled all the buttons and dials, and Rufus sniffed at the varnished redwood skirting, Beth said, “So, why don’t you? It’s not like all those boxes have to be unpacked tonight.”

Heather stopped to think about it for a minute, and then said, “Only if you’ll join me.”

I really wasn’t sure if she was talking solely to Beth, or to all of us, but the next thing I knew the patio was littered with T-shirts, jeans, bras and panties, and two gorgeous giggling girls without a stitch of clothing were climbing into the warm frothy water, with me and Steve looking on in utter astonishment.

Steve and I were in such a state of shock, that even Rufus tried to join in the fun before we did. He had his front paws over the ledge, and was trying to jump into the water, but unexpectedly found himself on the receiving end of a water fight. At first he thought it was fun to attack the incoming waves that the hysterical ladies sent in his direction, but he quickly found himself outmatched, and retreated toward me and Steve. Unfortunately for us, that was also when the dog tried to shake himself dry, giving us an impromptu shower. A few chuffs and sneezes later, he apparently decided that he wasn’t dry enough, so he began rolling around in the grass, eventually tuckering himself out, and finding a comfy place to lie down.

When Steve and I finished watching the comical hound, we looked over at Beth and Heather, who were looking at us expectantly. So after hastily grabbing some beverages from the kitchen, we found ourselves neck deep in the same bubbling cauldron as our women.

After getting comfortable in the soothing water, I noticed that Beth seemed to be sitting at an odd angle in her seat and had a strange look on her face, so I looked at Heather and gave her a questioning glance. Heather looked puzzled too, shrugged, and said, “You know Beth, these seats are designed so you can sit back and relax.”

Beth’s expression was what I would expect from Rufus, if he’d just been caught piddling on the rug, but she just said, “Yeah, they’re really nice,” and she laid back in a more relaxed position.

I couldn’t just let it go, so I asked, “So why were you sitting so far forward then?”

She suddenly looked like a hostile witness about to go on the defensive, and replied, “What’s it matter how I sit?”

Steve calmly commented, “It doesn’t matter Sweety. You just didn’t look all that relaxed, and we were all a bit curious as to why you’d intentionally be sitting in an uncomfortable position.”

Still on the defensive, she tartly retorted, “So who said I was uncomfortable?”

Steve apparently realized this was a stupid thing to get into an argument about, so he tried to drop the subject by answering, “Never mind Honey. You sit however you want, and…”

Before Steve could finish, Heather interrupted with startled yelp, and then an “Ohhhhhh.”

We all looked over at her, to see that she was now sitting forward in her seat, the same way Beth had been, and the look on her face was a strange combination of embarrassment and pleasure. I glanced over at Beth to see that her cheeks and neck were now cherry in color, too.

Heather hadn’t returned to a reclining position yet, and the look on her face was a familiar expression, which I am happy to say, I see quite frequently. Her eyes were closed, her neck was arched, her bottom lip was clenched between her glossy teeth, and her skin was turning pink with excitement. I knowingly said, “Ahhh,” and, just to confirm, moved my hand down between her legs, and felt the high-pressure jet of water blasting against her crotch.

Steve asked with bafflement, “What? I don’t get it. What’s with Heather now?”

I told Beth to scoot forward, which she did with a self-conscious laugh, and then I told Steve where to put his hand, but before I could witness his reaction, Heather began urgently pulling on my arm, drawing me into her embrace. Then she quickly flipped us around, so I was sitting on the jet, my balls getting knocked around by the surging water, as she faced me, and slid my rod deep into her slick pussy. I grunted with passion as she raised out of the water and plunged back down, over and over, splashing water down the sides of the spa, flinging her hair around and around, as she lost control of her inhibitions. She was moving so wildly I gave up trying to kiss her sweet lips, and suck her hardened nipples. I just let her go, content with being her sex toy. The combined sensations of my cock with the jet of water must have been intense, because twice she had to stop, as she shuddered with powerful orgasms. Finally, after what seemed like hours of pleasure, my penis could take no more. I growled my warning of an impending climax, lunged upward with a commanding thrust, pushing Heather almost completely out of the water, and unloaded like a Gatling gun. Heather received the rapid fire with an enthusiastic cry, and achieved her third orgasm, compelling her to wrap her arms and legs tightly around me, holding on for dear life, and following up with soft whimpers of love and gratitude.

Coming out of my euphoric daze, I heard soft clapping. Heather, still in my lap, turned her head, and we both watched in embarrassment as Steve and Beth applauded and said “Bravo! Bravo! Encore! Encore!”

I just said, “Instead of sitting there watching, you two should have given it a try.”

They broke out in hysterics, and after finally calming down enough to speak, Steve said, “We did! As soon as we realized what you two were doing. Apparently you can last a lot longer than me though, because we finished, and still had time to catch the curtain call.”

I laughed and said, “Well, I surprised myself as much as anyone. I don’t ever recall lasting that long before.”

Heather, finally coming out of her spell, said, “Well, all I know is we’re gonna do that again, and soon!”

“Well I hate to break it to you My Dear, but I ain’t as young as I used to be, and after that workout you just gave me, it might be awhile till “little Simon” is ready again.”

Steve added, “Amen to that Brother!”

*Chapter 17 – The Show*

Amidst the ensuing laughter, Beth said, “I’ll bet Heather and I could get you both ready again in no time.”

Steve challenged, “Oh really? And how’s that?”

Beth floated over to Heather and whispered in her ear, to which Heather let out a startled, “No Way! You’re joking right?”

Beth said, “Based on what I’ve seen in Steve’s magazine collection, it’s a popular male fantasy, so I can only assume these two will agree with the rest of their gender.”

Bewildered Steve asked, “What? What’s a popular male fantasy?” But the girls were ignoring us, whispering covertly into each other’s ears.

While the girls conspired, I took the opportunity to jump out and grab some more beverages for everybody. Primarily we’d all been drinking bottled water, soda, or iced tea. Except for the few beers Steve and I had while pretending to be movers, we all seemed to have silently agreed to keep behavior altering beverages out of our little reunion. Whether it was out of fear of losing control of our libidos again, or simply because we wanted to make sure, if something did happen again, none of us could use the “If I wasn’t drunk, I’d never have done it” excuse, I really don’t know. Either way, I decided to stick with the unwritten plan, and grabbed some more sodas.

Although, we live in Phoenix, it was late October, and I was a naked wet man worried about shrinkage, carrying four tremendously cold soda cans, so I made it back to the hot tub in record time. As I handed out the drinks, and climbed back into the steaming water, I asked Steve if he’d figured out what the ladies were up to. He said, “No. They’re still telling secrets. They haven’t even acknowledged my existence since you left.”

Heather replied, “We weren’t ignoring you Steve, we were just gathering up enough courage to perform for you boys.”

Mystified, I asked, “Perform? What do you mean? You gonna put on a play?”

Heather’s musical laughter once again reminded me why I loved her, and she said, “No silly man. Beth is convinced, if we put on a little show for you two, you’ll both soon be ready to carry out your manly duties again…if you know what I mean.”

“Ah…I see. Well, what time do the curtains rise?”

Without answering, Beth and Heather half floated, have kneel-walked to the center of the hot tub, eye’s locked onto each other, Heather’s hands on Beth’s shoulders, Beth’s hands in a reciprocal position. Then they leaned in, tilting their heads slightly in opposite directions, and their lips met for the first time. Based on the preceding conversation, instinct told me this was coming, yet I still didn’t believe it, as I watched their lips part, and their tongues swirl in tight circles. They rose far enough from the water that we could see their stiff nipples brush against each other, as the kissing continued for several minutes, growing more and more frenzied, and their hands were roaming the contours of each other’s bodies, squeezing each other’s breasts, pinching nipples, caressing necks and shoulders. And every time their hands would disappear under the foamy water, I’d wonder where they were exploring at that moment.

Beth had been right. I was already rock hard, and based on Steve’s quiet “Whoa,” I assumed he was in a similar state. But the ladies didn’t stop. Heather’s tongue eventually found itself playing “Connect-the-Dots” with the freckles across Beth’s chest, and upon encountering her stiff reddish-purple nipples, attacked them, licking, sucking, and nibbling. Beth leaned back, far enough that her dark hair dipped into the water, and she gave an extended sigh of immense satisfaction. Then she stood up, the water lapping at her heart-shaped bush, and pulled Heather up with her, returning her soft lips to Heather’s. The roles changed as simply as that. Beth’s tongue was now tracing the slope of Heather’s neck, the curves of her breasts, and her protruding nipples. While Beth’s lips and tongue explored Heather’s body, Heather’s hands roamed all over Beth’s back and repeatedly clutched at her ass.

Heather’s knees apparently got a little weak, because she lowered herself back into the water, floating on her back, her hair fanning all around her angelic face, while Beth knelt between her floating thighs and kissed and licked Heather’s flat tummy. Then Beth gently guided my floating girlfriend toward me, and Heather reached up to pull my face down toward hers, and began kissing me, while Beth’s tongue licked all around Heather’s shaven mound.

Soon Beth hands were under the water, supporting Heather’s ass in her palms, while she probed her inner depths with her pliable tongue. Although she was still mostly floating on her back, Heather reached her hands below the water to clench my thighs, and rested her head on my shoulders. In between intermittent kisses I bestowed upon Heather’s gasping lips, I watched in fascination while Beth pleasured her with the nimble movements of her tongue.

Then the whimpering turned to soft moans, and then again to cries of, “Oh my gawd…Oh my gawd…Oh my gawd,” and Heather was in the throws of another tremendous climax.

After Heather stopped rippling the water with her tremors of passion, she rested in my arms, taking a moment to compose herself. Then she knelt in front of me and guided Beth into the arms of Steve, positioning her much the same way she’d just been with me. Then she began massaging Beth’s mound with strong fingers, and kissed and licked around her outer lips. Within a minute, Beth’s pubic hair was tickling Heather’s nose, as her tongue did a salsa all over Beth’s labia, and down into her inner depths, then tap danced over Beth’s clit, making her thrash about, and burst out with cries of ecstasy.

Before Heather could bring Beth all the way home though, Beth gently pushed her away, and pleaded between gasps, “Please…lick me…while…Steve…fucks me…oh please oh please oh please…”

Heather told Steve, “You heard the lady. Sit your ass up here on this step.”

Steve obeyed, sitting in the shallowest part of the spa, legs closed together. The water undulated around his thighs, and with her back to him, and her legs spread wide, Beth lowered her aching pussy onto Steve’s bulging manhood. He slid right in, with no apparent resistance whatsoever, and Beth leaned back, reaching her arms rearward to support herself on the edge of the tub, and slowly started to raise and lower herself with a slow and steady beat. Once Beth got her rhythm going, Heather knelt in front of the pair, and twirled her tongue all around Beth’s throbbing vagina. As Beth raised upward, Heather would lick up Steve’s shaft and over Beth’s folds, and as she lowered back down, Heather would attack Beth’s clit with a ferocious fervor.

After a few minutes, with anguish painted all over his face, Steve cried out, “Oh Shit! I’m cumming,” and let out a mighty grunt. Then, while Heater was still tickling Beth’s clit with the flat of her tongue, he looked over at me and said, “She’s close bro,…tag up?”

All eye’s were suddenly on me. After a moments hesitation, I stood up, high-fived my tag-team partner, and said, “I probably won’t last much longer,” and took my place under Beth, as Steve slid out. Then Beth plunged down on my raging hard-on and held herself there for a good 30 seconds, as if she was savoring every bite of a moist chocolate cake. Which was fine by me, because that was exactly what I was doing. Relishing in the sizzling, moist interior of my best friend’s wife. In fact, so caught up in the realization of a long-held fantasy, I had almost forgotten Heather was kneeling before us. I was given an especially pleasant reminder though, when Beth slowly rose upward until just the tip of my erection was barely inside her entrance, and I felt Heather’s tongue gradually glide up my shaft, and twist around the head of my penis through the folds of Beth’s lips. The feeling was indescribable. But as fortune would have it, I was able to experience it several more times as Beth repeated her leisurely pistoning, and Heather continued her full frontal oral assault.

Then Beth plummeted into my lap for a final time, and screamed out with an explosive release, loud enough I was mentally drafting the apology letter to all my neighbors. Those thoughts vanished though, when I began to feel that familiar tingling in my groin, and I cautioned, “Oh man…I’m about to cum too.”

Beth promptly raised herself up enough for my penis to make its escape, but then she plunked back down, entrapping my rod between her fiery labia, while Heather engulfed the head between her lips and ambushed the sensitive skin with her diligent tongue. While Heather sucked on the tip of my dick, Beth made very subtle back and forth motions with her pelvis, and the next thing I knew Heather was swallowing everything my balls could muster.

With a collective and exhaustive sigh, Heather collapsed into an available seat, Beth moved into Steve’s lap, and I slid down the steps, back into the center of the spa, ready to drown an extremely happy man.

*Epilogue *

It’s been a number of years since the events leading up to that momentous day, in an otherwise uneventful October 1997, but Beth and Steve are still our best friends.

We still play cards, watch movies, and get-together for any number of other “normal” activities on a regular basis. Occasionally, libidos are unleashed, and the festivities get intimate again, but usually no more often then once every couple of months. Sometimes we just watch each other as we please our partners, and sometimes we switch partners, and I’ll admit, the butterflies still perform their acrobatics whenever Steve and Heather get extra-friendly. Somehow though, Beth has always managed to sooth them down.

Heather and I eventually tied the knot, in a small ceremony in Las Vegas, with Beth and Steve as the Maid of Honor and Best Man of course. It’s a strange relationship, which I can’t say I would ever recommend to anybody else, but for some bizarre reason, which I cannot explain, it seems to work for us. Then again, I can’t explain why women insist on going to the bathroom in pairs either, so clearly I’m no intellectual. We are however, closer then friends. We are dearer then family. And we are more intimate then lovers. Unfortunately, I cannot clarify our connection any better then that.