Loading...It all started with a political discussion my wife, Kim, and I were having. There had been some article in the paper about a prostitute being arrested by an undercover policeman, and I had made some comment to the effect that I really didn’t understand why people made such a big deal out of prostitution. I thought it should simply be legalized and left it at that.
Now my wife was raised in the extremely liberal atmosphere of Berkeley, California, and was captain of her debating team at the University of California, Berkeley, so it should have been no surprise to me when she jumped in with wanting me to define just what I meant by legal prostitution. After I fumbled around a bit with defining exactly what should be legalized, the conversation turned more toward defining what a woman’s rights should be regarding her body.
Ultimately the discussion evolved into whether a woman should have the right to do what she wanted to with her body – not just from the standpoint of abortion, but also from a sexual aspect. As Kim pointed out, it was perfectly legal for a woman to have sex with a man, or woman, assuming that some other rules were followed, such as not having sex with minors and with family members; although she also argued that in this day and age, with all the birth control devices available, the family member restriction was somewhat outmoded. After all, the real reason behind much of the incest taboos was simply to prevent inbreeding.
Then Kim returned to the original point of why was it illegal for a woman to have sex with someone, and receive money for it; and not illegal for a woman to simply have sex with whomever she wanted to. She also pointed out that marriage, in some respects, could be considered a form of prostitution – sex and children in return for goods and services.
We discussed the fact that a lot of the prostitution laws were a result of the religious beliefs held by many, but other than that, neither of us could come up with a reason for not legalizing prostitution.
Kim then curved off in a different direction, arguing that a woman (or man for that matter) should be free to have sex with whomever they want, even if they are married. I was quite taken aback with this twist, and pointed out that it was because of the marriage vows that it was frowned upon by many people. Completely aside from the religious aspect, there had been a promise between two people to remain faithful to each other.
Kim responded with, “Suppose you were ill, and the only way I could get money was to prostitute myself. Didn’t I promise to support you? Which takes precedence? If I don’t get money for your medical care you will die, and then I haven’t supported you.”
I didn’t really have a good answer for this one, and more or less let Kim win this point by default.
“Do you truly think that I would love you any less simply because I had sex with another person.”
Kim was getting quite passionate about this, and I could tell I was starting to tread on rather dangerous ground. I wasn’t quite sure why, but I plowed ahead anyway.
“No, I don’t think that just because you had sex with another person, that you would love me any less. However, if you did, I think it might be symptomatic of major problems in our marriage.”
Kim’s response was a bit surprising – “I don’t mean behind your back, I mean with your knowledge. What if the whole reason behind the extra-marital sex was for a good cause, and I told you about it ahead of time. Would that make a difference? You have already agreed that sex alone wouldn’t mean I didn’t love you; and you have essentially agreed that if you were ill, and the only way to support you was by prostituting myself, then that would probably be okay. So now we are trying to define what a good cause is.”
The discussion went on for quite awhile, but the upshot of the whole thing was, at least from an intellectual standpoint, that extra-marital sex was okay as long as it was for a good cause, without clearly defining a good cause.
Several weeks later, I had completely forgotten about the whole discussion. I arrived home to find that Kim had beaten me home, apparently by quite a bit, as she and a free-spirited friend, Denise, were sitting at the kitchen table, drinking wine, with all kinds of paperwork spread out on the table. Kim gave me a kiss, and told me that they were working on the plans for a fund-raiser for building a new library in town.
I fixed myself a drink, and sat down at the table to listen a bit while Kim and Denise talked. Suddenly Kim turned to me, and asked: “Don’t you think this is a good cause?”
Of course, I responded with, “Yes, and I would be happy to help out however I can.”
Kim and Denise both got big grins, and told me that I was definitely in their plans for helping, and went on with their discussion.
As I listened, I found that this fund-raiser apparently consisted of some sort of long weekend at a hotel Kim and I had been to way up in the backcountry of the Sierra’s. It wasn’t particularly fancy, but rather was quite rustic, with huge big-beamed ceilings, fireplaces in each room, and a sauna and a spa with several hot tubs. During the ski season it was always filled to the brim, but between late spring and late fall until the snow had built up for skiing, it was often pretty empty, with only the occasional tourist dropping in. It had probably 50 or more rooms on two different floors, a huge dining room, with a wonderful kitchen, and a separate bar that was nearly as big as the dining room, with a small stage for the performers that often worked there in the winter.
Kim and Denise continued talking about the fund-raiser, trying to decide who to invite to the fund-raiser, and how much to charge them. When they got to the point of trying to decide whether to charge $1,000 per couple, or whether they thought that they could get more, I got more than a little interested, as I was sure that we would be on the hook for whatever it was. I told them that seemed like an awfully high price for a rustic weekend where there really wasn’t much to do except for the occasional hike, and the altitude precluded a lot of us “flatlanders” from doing much hiking.
Kim and Denise both got a great laugh out of that, and Denise stood up, saying she had to get home, telling me that Kim would explain everything to me. Kim gave her a mock scowl, then called her a chicken as she escorted her to the door.
Kim came back, and without asking, picked up my glass and made me another drink, fixing herself one at the same time. I begin to get a bit of a sinking feeling, as it was becoming clear to me that I had missed something important.
Kim sat down, and told me; “It actually is quite simple; it’s kind of like a continuous auction. Each couple pays the fee, which hasn’t been quite decided yet, and this entitles them to spend the weekend at the hotel. When you arrive, you are given script equivalent to what you spent for the weekend, less what the hotel is actually going to charge us for the rooms. As it will be the off-season, we have been told that we are getting the rooms for a substantial discount. Then once everyone is settled in, you use your script to purchase whatever services you would like. At the end of the weekend, you can turn in any script you still have for the equivalent in cash.”
“What services? There is not a damn thing up there except the spa and sauna, and that is not worth much at all.” I could tell that Kim had been a bit evasive, and she was kind of squirming a bit now.
“Well, you purchase the services from the women.”
“What do you mean – purchase the services from the women? What services?”
Then everything connected for me all at once. “You mean sexual services!”
“Well, yes.” Kim held up her hand for me to let her finish.
“What will happen is that the men take the script, and use that to purchase services from the women. What the women offer as available, and the price in script, is totally up to them. It can be as simple as a hug or a kiss. Perhaps a dance, or perhaps much more, it simply depends on what the woman decides to do. When we check in, the women will be assigned separate rooms on the second floor, and the men on the third floor. We all will meet in the bar at, say, 5:00pm, and see where things go from there. The men are more than welcome to simply sleep with their wives, but they still will have to pay for their ‘services’. At the end of the weekend, the women will turn in half of the script towards the library building fund, and can either cash in the remaining script for money, or can donate it to the building fund, as they see fit.”
“Oh, and one thing more, for a man to get a drink, or a meal, he must have a woman with him, and must pay the woman for being with him. This is to keep the men from simply standing off together like they were at an eighth grade dance. The hotel will be reimbursed from the script that is collected from the women.”
I was simply thunderstruck. I knew my wife was quite the free spirit, but this was beyond anything I had ever even thought she might get into.
“Wait a minute. How the hell are you going to get all these people to take part in this? In fact have you even gotten anyone other than Denise to even think about it? And how the hell are you going to get the husbands to agree to this?”
“We already have 23 couples signed up, with checks in hand. We decided that initially we would charge $1,000 for the weekend, and accepted checks from those that have already signed up. We are now trying to decide if we can get more from the latecomers. As for how we did it, the conversation we had a few weeks ago gave me the idea, and I talked to Denise about it. She knows a woman who is a member of a swingers club, and they all thought it was a good idea. We talked to a few other women, who talked to a few more. Some of them had discussions like we had, and eventually the husbands ‘saw the light’, and wrote the checks. We have room for twelve more couples, and Denise and I think that we have identified enough more to give us a full house.”
“What a minute – you’re talking about fucking 35 men in three days…” I didn’t realize then that I had just given in on whether or not we were going to participate.
“Well, potentially that could happen, although I doubt it. But we are also talking about you potentially fucking 35 different women in the same amount of time. So what’s your problem?”
My problem was that I was had. Just the fleeting thought of fucking Denise had started a stirring in my pants, and besides, what the hell else was I going to say. I had agreed in the past that a woman’s body was hers to do with as she wished. So was I now going to say, wait a minute, I didn’t mean that. I started to say just that, then closed my mouth and thought the whole thing through. I finally came to the conclusion that I was simply had, and to paraphrase the old saying, “When rape is unavoidable, just lie back and enjoy it” – Something I am sure was initially said by a man, and not a woman.
We talked a bit more, but I am sure that I still looked like a pole-axed steer. We finished our drinks, and Kim stood up, held her hand out to me, and said, “Come on. Let’s go see how you like my ‘services’ and you can ask for whatever you want – I won’t necessarily give it to you, but you can certainly ask.”
Kim certainly played the novice whore that night – when I unbuttoned her blouse, she asked, “Would you like me to do a strip tease for you, it’s only ten points.” When I had her naked on the bed, she asked, “Would you like to fuck my pussy or my ass? Or perhaps you would like a bit of cock sucking first? What do you think I should charge for each of those?” And so it went. Kim even went so far as to stick her finger up my ass while we were sucking and licking each other. I was barely able to keep from coming immediately, but by clamping down really hard, I was able to avoid an early discharge. By the time we both had come, I had explored every orifice she had, as had she mine, and we both declared that it was the best sex we had had in quite a long time.
Kim confessed that she had no intention of doing all this for anyone else, but later, when I thought about it, I rather doubted that she would keep to that intention. I was also not resigned to the inevitable, but actually drawn toward it, with thoughts of a naked Denise and other, unnamed, women parading in front of me, all available for the asking (and of course a few pieces of script.)
The fated weekend arrived, with 35 couples signed up for the weekend. We were supposed to arrive on Friday evening, before 5:00pm, and leave on Sunday by 1:00pm. I took Friday off from work, as did Kim, and we left about 11:00 that morning, planning on stopping for lunch at some point along the way.
We arrived at the hotel about 3:30pm, to be greeted by Denise who enthusiastically told us that everything was set up and ready, the staff had been briefed (something that Kim had not looked forward to), and that our rooms were ready. As we were one of the first to arrive, we got our choice of rooms, so we both chose rooms that looked out over the mountains, giving us a wonderful view. Kim almost immediately took off with Denise to double check that everything was set up the way it was supposed to be, and I took the opportunity to unpack my suitcase and put everything into the dresser in the room. It felt very strange to be unpacking my suitcase without Kim’s being there also. No worries about sharing drawers or closet space – just using the room for myself.
By five o’clock I was nervous, uptight and generally stressed. I poured myself a very small drink from the flask that had been in my suitcase, sipped it for a minute, then took a deep breath and went down to the bar so ‘see what developed.’
There was music playing over the speakers, as I walked in, and there was a group of several men sitting at one end of the bar, looking a bit nervous. It looked as though almost all the women were already in the bar, dressed in all kinds of different clothing. One woman had on what looked to be a schoolgirl outfit, and another a very nice, long black cocktail dress. There was also everything in between. I didn’t think I knew any of them, but I had seen one or two before somewhere.
Kim came by, with Denise. Kim was dressed in a long red, backless dress that I had never seen before, that fit her like a glove, showing off her breasts to quite an advantage, and with a cutout below her breasts that went down considerably below her navel. I could also see Kim biting her lip like she does when she is nervous.
Denise was dressed in a simple skirt that buttoned down the front and a silk blouse, her long red hair falling down her back. The blouse unbuttoned enough to expose a fair amount of cleavage, and to give me the distinct impression that she wasn’t wearing a bra. They both came up to me, and before I could say a word, Kim ordered a drink from the bartender behind me. Denise smiled at me, and asked; “See anything you like sailor? Or should I say, do you see anything you would like to see?” gracefully waving her hand down across her breasts, and across the front of the skirt.
I was saved for the moment by the bartender asking Denise what she would like, followed by his asking me what I would like to drink. After I finished ordering, Denise looked at me for a moment, then asked if I was going to answer her question, or if I had suddenly gone deaf.
At this point, Kim leaned over and whispered quite loudly enough for Denise to hear her clearly; “Oh go ahead. You will probably get laid several times this weekend, and you might as well start with Denise – assuming she wants to.”
Denise grinned and licked her lips. As I started to stand up, I heard the bartender ask for payment for the drinks. I had completely forgotten about how the drinks were to be paid for, and asked how I was supposed to pay. The bartender smiled, and told me I needed to pay both women 10 points apiece for the drinks.
Kim handed me back her points, and told me that as she had more or less set me up, she would refund my points this time. She picked up her drink, and walked across the room toward the group of men at the other end of the bar, rolling her hips slightly.
Denise grinned again, and asked: “Well, do you see anything that you might want?” standing hipshot, and putting one foot up on the rung of the barstool, between my legs.
“I certainly do, but I think I need to understand just exactly what you are offering and what it is going to cost me.”
“Well, let’s see – I haven’t really made up my mind as to what I am going to charge for what quite yet. I suppose that it depends on what is asked for, and how it is asked for. For now, let’s just say twenty points for a kiss to start with, and fifty points for a dance. We can talk about what else is being offered a bit later on.”
I silently handed her twenty points, and Denise put her drink down on the bar, moved in between my legs, and put her arms around my neck, opening her mouth as she moved in. As she kissed me, her tongue darted in and around my mouth, and her breasts pressed firmly against my chest. After a few moments she stepped back, letting her hands trail down my check and across my thighs as she did so. Her color was up, and I could see her nipples hardening against the material of her blouse.
“Wow that was quite some kiss! What does a fifty point kiss get me?”
“I’m not sure just yet, but I am positive I can think of something. How about dinner now, I’m hungry and I suspect that things will rapidly get going. Besides, I really don’t want to go without food with all the drinks and other things that should come up tonight.”
I quickly agreed, and we left for the dining room, sitting in one of the booths on the side of the room, with Denise sitting quite close to me. After we ordered our meals and drinks, Denise started running her fingernails up and down my thigh, often coming just close enough to my penis to just graze it. I started to return the favor, and she said, “Oh no, that is another fifty points if you wish to purchase that service.”
“How long do those fifty points buy me?”
Denise thought for a moment, and then told me that I could have free rein under her skirt until the end of dinner. I immediately asked if that included her blouse also. She just nodded and held out her hand. I placed the fifty points in her hand, which she tucked away in her skirt pocket, then she took my hand and placed it back on her thigh, slightly opening her legs a bit as she did so.
I ran my hand up under her skirt, until I reached the juncture of her thighs, which was slightly covered with what appeared to be a thong. I slid the material to one side, to gain freer access to her nether lips, and parted them, running a finger up between her lips. Denise hissed a moment, sliding down just enough so that she was more open to my advances. By the time we had finished our drink, she was breathing quite heavily, her face was a bit flushed, and I had a fair bit of her juices on my fingers. I removed my hand for a moment, bringing my fingers up to my mouth and made a bit of a show of licking them off.
“You know, I was supposed to have a free rein under your skirt and blouse. Yet there seems to be something that keeps getting in my way down there. Is that really fair?”
Denise smiled at me from under lowered eyelashes and asked me if I wanted her to take them off here, or should she go to the ladies room.
“Here.”
Without another word, she lifted herself up from the seat, reached up under her skirt and slid her thong off, pausing to rub it between her legs before she handed it to me, fresh with the smell of her. “You don’t need to worry about a bra, I don’t have one on. Feel free to check if you like.”
I pulled her blouse up out of her waistband, and slid my hand up under her blouse, cupping her breast and playing with her nipple. As I was playing with Denise’s breast, I happened to see Kim walk by the table with her arm linked with a man about our age. She glanced over at us, winked, and continued on to a booth one or two down from us, where I couldn’t see them after they sat down.
I continued playing with Denise’s breasts and pussy, ultimately unbuttoning her blouse down as far as her navel so that while it didn’t quite hang open completely, there was nothing to interfere with my enjoyment of her breasts.
As we were finishing a quite leisurely dinner, I noticed Kim and the man she was with leave the dining room, and climb the stairs toward the rooms, Kim leading, and a couple of steps above him. He slid his hand up the outside of her dress, and Kim stopped, grasping his hand, pulling him up even with her, then placing his hand firmly on her breast as she resumed mounting the stairs. I had no doubts that if Kim hadn’t been fucked already, she was certainly going to be in the next few minutes.
Denise noticed my pause in sliding my fingers into her, leaned forward and whispered, “She won’t be doing anything to him that I won’t be doing to you tonight.” With that she reached down and pushed my hand up against her pussy, “I’ve always wanted to come in public, make me come right now.”
Being no fool, I intensified my attentions to her pussy, and within a couple of minutes I could feel her muscles tensing up, and then her legs clamped my hand as she begin to spasm, her hips bucking up, and a flush rising up over her chest.
Denise leaned over and kissed me, putting her head on my shoulder for a minute, then whispered, “For that one, you get a free ride tonight. But before we go upstairs, I really do want to earn some points. I’ll go do that, then come find you in the bar, probably in an hour or two.”
With that, Denise slid out of the booth, leaned over and let her breasts dangle in my face for a moment before she buttoned up her blouse again, kissed me and strode off for the bar.
I followed a few minutes later, having decided to wander around and see just how wild things had gotten. There had been several couples in the dining room, but clearly most everybody had either stayed in the bar, or had gone upstairs. I hadn’t noticed anyone going upstairs, other than Kim, but I also hadn’t been paying that much attention.
Walking into the bar, it was apparent that most of the participants in our little party had stayed in the bar – apparently having had a fair amount to drink while we had dinner, as things looked considerably less staid than they had when we went into the dining room. I could see one woman straddling a man in one of the booths, and she was either giving him a very nice lap dance, or she was fucking him. It was hard to tell with the lighting, but she clearly had her skirt up around her waist, and his hands appeared to be up around her chest.
As I wandered around, it seemed that many of the women had lost any inhibitions they might have had at the beginning of the evening. Several women were dancing topless, and one quite good-looking woman was dancing with nothing on but a very small thong.
I saw a rather heavy woman with quite large breasts dancing topless, holding her tits up to her partner’s face, and just beyond her I saw Denise sitting at a table on the edge of the dance floor with a dark haired, rather average looking man. Denise was holding out her hand, and he was putting what appeared to be several pieces of script in her hand. Denise stuffed the script into her skirt pocket, scooted her chair closer to him, reached down and started stroking his thigh and apparently his penis. I moved around a little to get a better view, and saw Denise unzip his pants, take his cock out and start stroking it, while he slumped back in his chair with a silly grin on his face.
My movement had gotten me close enough to two women talking at the bar that I could hear part of their conversation. “…So I charged him 100 points for a quickie upstairs, then he wanted me to come back down with his sperm still dripping out of me. I charged him another 100 points for that, and I swear that he got off almost as much by me walking down the stairs with his cum dripping down my leg as he did in actually fucking me.”
The second woman noticed that I was listening, nudged her friend, and asked if I would like the same service. The first woman, looked at me, and said, “I was just going to go clean up, but if you would like to have seconds for 100 points, I’ll wait to do that until after you have had your fun.”
“No thanks, that isn’t my thing. Besides, I have already made arrangements for tonight, and a quickie would put a damper on things as it were.”
The second woman introduced herself as Cindy, and asked, “Well, your bedmate isn’t here right now, how about a ten minute lap dance for 50 points, just to keep you interested while you wait for her.”
I looked at her, and she was a quite petite, good-looking woman, wearing a very short skirt and a sleeveless blouse. “That sounds like a plan, but I want naked tits, and no panties.”
She giggled, lifted up her skirt to show me that she had absolutely nothing on under the skirt, including hair. She was shaved (or perhaps waxed) as clean as could be. “Not a problem at all kind sir” and she led me over to a booth that was presently unoccupied.
“I noticed that you were looking at the rather large women with the big tits a few moments ago. I don’t have tits like hers, but I can do things with my vaginal muscles that you simply would not believe until you experienced them.”
I didn’t correct her as to who I had been looking at, and told her that I would look her up the next day, but that my plans were still rather committed tonight. She pouted slightly, as she straddled me. She then unzipped my pants, freeing my cock, settled herself straddling my cock, unbuttoned her blouse, and begin to rub her bald pussy on my cock, while she thrust her tits up toward my mouth.
It wasn’t really all that erotic, but I could feel that she certainly had great control over her thigh muscles, which led me to suspect that her vaginal muscles were probably in great shape. I played with her tits, and let my hand slid down to her pussy, flicking her clit as she moved back and forth on my lap. She seemed to be really getting into it, then as I flicked her clit one more time, she shuddered a bit and collapsed forward onto me. I could feel a bit of moisture seeping down onto my cock from her pussy.
“You’re time is up” she murmured, “but come see me tomorrow – I’ll give you a very good rate for a trip upstairs.” She fixed her clothing, stood up, and strode back over to her friend at the bar.
I looked around the room and saw Denise walking away from the table she had been sitting at, wiping her hand with a napkin, and apparently looking for another quick player.
I caught movement out of the corner of my eye, and saw Kim walking toward the stairs, dressed in a harem outfit, with a man on each arm. She had bought the outfit just for tonight, and when she modeled it for me, it was clear that it did very little to hide her charms. She saw me looking at her, blew me a kiss, and guided the men up the stairs.
A bit later, I saw Denise come out of the ladies room. She looked around the room and came over and settled on my lap, picked up my hand and put it on her breast. “I’ve earned enough points for the night, and I can make up for the rest of it tomorrow. Let’s go up to my room and fuck our brains out.”
Denise climbed the stairs ahead of me, swaying her hips provocatively in front of me. Just before we reached the top of the stairs, a rather striking woman, wearing skintight shorts, a t-shirt cut off just at the bottom of her breasts, and a dog collar with a dangling leash passed us on the way down. I looked at Denise after she had gone by and raised my eyebrows. Denise laughed and told me that the woman had been Cathy.
“She really is quite into being sexually dominated. She won’t go with just anyone, but if she likes what she sees, she apparently is his or hers to command. You ought to see if you can hook up with her tomorrow – it could be quite interesting.”
We entered Denise’s room, and Denise shut the door, and molded herself against me, putting her arms around my neck, and thrusting her pelvis against mine. We kissed for quite awhile as my hands ran over her body, then she stepped back just far enough to start undoing the buttons on my shirt. I started to assist her, but she told me; “No – I have waited for this long enough, besides, I have my own fantasies too.”
She finished undressing me, at one point caressing my cock with her hand, then cupping my balls, and licking just the tip of my cock with her tongue.
She led me over to the bed, told me to lie down, then removed her own clothing, somewhat slowly, but there really wasn’t much to remove, so it wasn’t as though it were a real strip tease.
Denise was just as lovely as I had envisioned her. Where her long, trim legs met there was just a tiny patch of hair, as I had felt earlier, but hadn’t seen. Her torso was slim with breasts that a sculptor would die to be able to create. Her long red hair fell down her back and across one shoulder. She tossed her head, creating a bit of a waterfall effect with her hair, and asked, “Still like what you see, sailor?”
“I not only like what I see, I would like to investigate it much more closely than I have been.”
Denise smiled, climbed onto the bed, leaned down and kissed me, her nipples brushing mine, and one hand caressing my cock and balls. We kissed for quite a little while, our hands exploring each other, then I rolled her over on her back, and begin to kiss my way down her body, pausing every now and then to pay a little more attention to a nipple here, and navel there, until I reached her nether lips. I parted those lips with my fingers, and gently blew over them, finally flicking her clit with my tongue, before I settled in to see about bringing her up to experience the “clouds and rain.”
Denise moaned a bit, and said “I have been wanting to have you for years – make it last.”
I didn’t say anything, just inserted my fingers into her, stroking the roof of her pussy with my fingers as I licked and sucked on her clit. She suddenly cried out, her hips bucking under my head as she tried to wrap her legs around my head and pull me into her. She finally calmed down, and I sat up beside her, gently trailing my fingers over her thighs and breasts.
Denise tried to pull me down to her, but I told her “Let’s wait a few minutes, until you are ready to go again. Then I will get you up and we’ll fuck like minks.”
She smiled, and laid back while I continued my ministrations. We talked softly for a few minutes as I caressed her breasts and thighs with my fingers, all the time telling her how lovely I thought they were. It wasn’t long before she put her hand on my shoulder, urging me back down toward her waiting pussy. I held her pussy lips open as I darted my tongue into her as far as I could, then slowly licked my way back out and up to her clit. After just moments of this, I felt her reach over and grab my cock, pulling me toward her, and enveloping me with her warm mouth, then beginning to suck and lick my cock, occasionally nibbling very gently.
“You keep doing that and I am going to come, and I really want to come inside you.”
I heard a muffled giggle, then “You were inside me, but perhaps we should let you put this where you want it.”
With that, she pushed me over on my back, sat up and straddled me, guiding my cock into her warm, moist depths. She leaned forward, letting her breasts hang down so they grazed my chest as she moved back and forth on my cock. I was almost ready to come, and could feel my balls tightening up, getting ready to spurt.
I rolled her over on her back, plunging myself into her as far as I could go. Denise laughed, wrapped her legs around my waist and urged me on. We came together, frantically thrusting our bodies together, then locking ourselves together at the pelvis and just letting everything go.
Eventually we untangled ourselves, snuggled down together, and drifted off to sleep. Some time later, I don’t know what time it was, other than the wee hours of the morning, the telephone ringing awakened me. Denise picked it up and answered in a sleepy voice. I could hear muffled noises coming from the phone, then Denise saying, “Okay, I’ll get a ride home with Kim and Marc…” raising an eyebrow at me. I nodded, and she went on “So who are you sleeping with tonight…” then “Oh, Marge, that should have been a lot of fun – you should try and get at least one more fuck before you have to leave. After all, you did pay for the night…” She listened for a moment more, then said “I’ll see you at home when you get back, love you.” then hung up.
“Steve got an emergency call, something about a virus in all the networks, and has to fly out to the East Coast as soon as he can get back down to an airport. He is taking the car, and I am supposed to ride back with you and Kim.”
“That’s fine with me. We just need to remember to tell Kim in the morning.”
Denise snuggled back down beside me for a minute, and said, “I’ve gotten off at least three times, and you have only gotten off once. Let’s see if I can help remedy that.”
She tossed the covers back, moved down and gently blew across my cock and groin for a minute before taking me in her mouth – recreating the sensations she had aroused earlier.
It had apparently been long enough for me to recharge, as it wasn’t long before I was doing my own moaning, and telling her that I was getting ready to come. All I heard was a muffled “Then go for it…” and the sounds of her sucking and licking. That is all it took, I erupted into her mouth, as she took me in as far as she could, swirling her tongue around my cock as it pulsed in her mouth. When I was drained, she lifted up a bit, licked me off, kissed the tip of my cock, then snuggled back down with me, kissing me as she lay down beside me. I could smell my sperm on her breath, and could taste a little bit of me on her lips.
I awoke at a more reasonable hour, probably 6:30 or 7:00, with Denise snuggling her back up to my chest, tucking her buttocks up against my groin. She pulled my hand around and placed it on her breast, then sighed and wiggled her hips. I cupped her breast and pulled myself a little closer to her, rather sleepily playing with her nipple as my cock begin to grow again. We lay this way for a few minutes, then Denise wiggled her hips suggestively and said “Well, sailor, you have had my pussy and my mouth. Perhaps you should have the last orifice I haven’t given you.”
At this my cock begin to rise to full attention, and Denise said “Well, something thinks that is a good idea. Hold on for a minute.”
Denise got up, and went into the bathroom. When she returned, she reached into the bedside table, got out a tube of lube, squeezed a generous portion onto her hand, and rubbed it onto the head of my cock.
“This time is for you, I’ll take care of myself.” She dropped the tube of lube back in the drawer, took out a vibrator, knelt down on the bed, turned the vibrator on, then inserted it into her pussy, and slid it in and out a few times. “I’m all yours” and she wiggled her hips suggestively at me.
I didn’t need a second invitation, and knelt behind her, guiding my cock up to her rosebud. I moved my head around a little with my hand, to get a little lube on her, and begin to push my cock into her waiting ass. Denise pushed back against me, tentatively at first; then when my head had slipped past her sphincter sliding into her ass considerably further, Denise begin to urge me to fuck her.
I could feel the vibrator through the thin walls separating it and my cock, and all the while her ass was clamping down on me. She started to pump the vibrator in and out of her pussy, trying to alternate with my thrusts into her. I tried to reach around her to play with her clit while I pumped into her, but found that one of her hands was already doing that while the other dealt with the vibrator. Denise started to come, her muscles clamping me almost painfully, and that was all it took – I rammed myself into her as far as I could go, and spurted deep into her depths.
We separated and just lay on the bed for a few minutes, reveling in the after climax feeling of having come as hard as you can. Then Denise murmured, “I hate to do it, but I have to get some things set up with Kim, and you probably need to get cleaned up before you go downstairs.”
I agreed, got up and gave myself a quick wash before getting dressed enough to go up to my room. I gave Denise a kiss before I left, thanking her for a wonderful night. “Thanks sailor, maybe we can do it again.”
After a shower, shave and change of clothes, I wandered down to the dining room looking for something to eat. I saw Kim and Denise sitting at a table, drinking champagne cocktails, and went over, asking if I could join them. They both agreed, and I sat down.
“Well, did you enjoy your evening with Denise last night?” asked Kim.
“I sure hope he did, he stuck it in every orifice I have, and I still feel like I have some of him coming out of my ass. It feels like he must have shot a pint in there this morning. It was absolutely great – I have been wanting to fuck him since I met him.”
I felt myself turning quite red, but Kim laughed, “Then I guess he must have really enjoyed himself. Denise – I’ll have to talk with you about how you got him that excited.”
While we ate breakfast the two showed me the schedule for today. What it essentially boiled down to was that several of the women had put together a list of services that they were willing to offer during the day. Kim showed me the paper that listed the ‘services’ available during the day, and the times they were available. Apparently they were handing these out to everyone that came into the dining room or bar.
Each offering had a picture of the woman or women that were offering it, the room number, a description of what was offered, and the price.
Doing a quick scan of the list, a few caught my eye:
Want a filling for your sandwich? Room 245, available for M/M/F threesomes. If the door is open, come on in. If not, try again later. One hour, 300 points per person. Melanie
Pussy shaving. Want to see a hairy bush become as smooth and hairless as a baby’s bottom? 75 points, limit five men per session. 1:00pm and 3:00pm, room 232. Cheryl and Candy.
Cum on my face and tits. Room 212. Hand or mouth, your choice, 100 points, 10 minutes maximum, no cum, no pay. If the door is open, so am I. Daisy.
Watch me fuck, 50 points. Room 252. If I am with a man, the honor system holds. Just put the points in the tray at the door. Watch me fuck whoever pays my price. Julie.
Want to see two women fuck? Room 255. Limit four men per session, 300 points each. For an extra 300 points, you can fuck us afterward. 11:00am, 1:00pm and 3:00pm. Cathy and Carol.
After I looked these over a bit, I told the two that I thought that some of these were just a bit strange, and that they wouldn’t get much play for them. Kim laughed, and said that most of the women had come up with the idea because a man had suggested it to them, besides the evening was going to be even more suggestive.
I raised my eyebrows as I looked at them, and Denise said, “Some of the women are going to auction themselves off for the night. It will be a silent auction before and during dinner, with men bidding for the offered services. Two of the women are going to auction themselves for a girl-girl private show, and two others are offering themselves to one man each for the night. There might be one or two more, but the rest of the women haven’t decided whether to participate, or to just reap the benefits by moving through the crowd. Last night, one woman made close to 800 points just giving blowjobs in a booth.”
As we finished breakfast, I noticed Cathy, the woman with the dog collar from the night before, walking by our table. She had changed clothes to a sarong that barely covered her nipples, and ended just below her groin. She still had the dog collar and leash on however.
Denise called her over, and introduced us. “Marc was quite stricken with you last night; do you think that you might be interested in Marc’s wishes?”
Cathy looked me over rather carefully, “Well, you seem like a relatively normal man, tell you what, I will obey you until dinner for 750 points. No violence allowed.”
I was quite interested, but didn’t have the points left, and said so. Kim laughed and tossed 500 points on the table, “there, that should help”. Denise peeled off another 500 points and tossed them on top of Kim’s. “That should do him until this evening; he really is a good fuck.”
Cathy asked me if I would treat her nicely. Something stirred in the back of my mind, and for whatever reason, I said “No, I will treat you like you want to be.” She immediately scooped up the money, and said “I am yours until this evening. Make me your slut.” She handed me the end of the leash that was attached to her collar.
As far as I knew, Kim had never had a lesbian experience, and, of course, I had no way of knowing what Denise’s tendencies were.
I jerked the leash a little bit, just to bring her closer to me, and told her that the sarong offended me; it shouldn’t be covering her tits. Cathy immediately unwrapped the sarong, exposing herself to anyone watching and rewrapped it around her waist, leaving her breasts completely exposed, and the nipples starting to harden.
I looked her up and down for a few moments, then told her that Kim and Denise had contributed greatly to my pleasure for the day, and I thought that she should contribute to their pleasure before we went on our way. Cathy just nodded and said, “Yes, master”.
“Then first tweak your nipples and breasts until your nipples are harder, then crawl under the table and give Kim a climax. She was the first to contribute to my enjoyment of today.”
Kim and Denise were looking at me like I had lost my mind, but I noticed that neither of them got up and left. Cathy crawled under the table, the leash clinking against the table legs. She gently spread Kim’s legs apart and started to pleasure her, both with her fingers and with her mouth. Despite Kim’s apparent surprise, she didn’t last long, coming with several shuddering gasps, then slumping back in her chair.
Cathy turned to Denise, lifting her skirt and biting her gently on the thighs, before she lowered her mouth to Denise’s pussy, and inserted her fingers. Denise didn’t last much longer than Kim had, and reacted in about the same way.
Before Cathy could move away from Denise, I told her “Denise feels like my sperm is still leaking out of her ass. Please clean that up. You may use either a cloth or your tongue, but if you use your tongue you are going to have to clean yourself up before you come with me.”
Cathy hesitated for a minute, saying, “I can’t do that.”
“You don’t have any choice. You have agreed to obey me until this evening.”
Cathy hesitated a bit longer, then lifted Denise’s legs slightly and pulled them toward her. She spread her buttocks and cleaned her rosebud and the surrounding area with her tongue quite thoroughly, then returning to my side.
Kim stood up and said that she had several things she had to do before this evening, and walked off toward the stairs, Denise following her.
“Cathy – I think that you would look much better if you didn’t have all that hair around your pussy. Don’t you think that you should get rid of it?”
“Yes.”
“Then I want you to remove all your pussy hair, how you do that is your choice, but you will do it here in the dining room, either in a chair or on the table.”
Cathy left, walking toward the kitchen, returning a few moments later with a length of what appeared to be cheese cloth, but a slightly tighter weave; a pair of scissors; and what appeared to be a fondue pot with a candle and a square of wax. She set the fondue apparatus on the table, lit the candle, and started the wax melting.
We talked while we waited for the wax to melt, and although she seemed to be quite forthcoming, I had no idea whether she was answering me truthfully or telling me what she thought I wanted to hear.
Once the wax melted, Cathy turned her chair until she was facing me, spread her legs, and proceeded to cut her pubic hair down to a mere stubble a little over ¼ inch long. She then trimmed the cloth so that it fit her crotch, at least roughly. Holding the material in place with one hand, she spread the hot wax over the cloth, pressing it in with a table knife as though it were butter.
While the wax cooled, which took only a minute or two, Cathy sat there, in the middle of the dining room, naked except for the cloth over her genitals, with her legs spread almost as wide as she could get them. I glanced around the room, and saw that several men were watching Cathy quite closely. I asked Cathy “would you like some help with that?” Cathy nodded. Raising my voice I asked “Who would like to help Cathy here with removing her pussy hair? 50 points is all it takes.”
An older man immediately stepped forward and started to hand me 50 points. “No, that goes to Cathy, and she will tell you what to do.”
Payment made, Cathy instructed him to grasp the material at the top of the cloth, then to yank it down hard. He did as requested, with a resulting loud yelp from Cindy. I looked down, and saw that she was mostly hairless, except for a few strands around her pussy lips. Cindy handed the man a pair of tweezers, and told him to pull out all the hairs that were remaining. I winced to myself, thinking that had to hurt a lot, although probably not quite as badly as the waxing had, but I didn’t say anything.
When he finished, her pussy lips were slightly swollen, but she was as absolutely smooth as a cue ball, with no fuzz anywhere. Her pussy also had a bit of moisture dripping out of it, which I dipped my finger into, and tasted.
Standing up, I tugged a bit at her leash, and she followed me toward the spa and sauna.
I took Cathy into the sauna, told her to remove the collar and leash, and sit beside me. We let the sauna build up; throwing water onto the hot stones unleashing clouds of steam, until we were both had sweat pouring out of us. Shortly we were both slick with sweat, with rivulets running off our bodies.
Our time up, we got out of the sauna, and I told Cathy to start a shower, and then wash me. Cathy agreed enthusiastically, starting the shower and making sure it was a nice, warm temperature before beckoning me into the shower. She washed me very carefully, both front and back, winding up by soaping her fingers and then sliding them up my rectum, making sure, as she put it, that I was clean inside and out.
Finally cleansed, we walked back out of the sauna/spa area, and I stopped and looked at her. “You are looking quite fuckable, but what would you really like? Are you into women, anal sex, bondage – just what would make your juices flow?”
“You have made me do things I wouldn’t have otherwise already, but right now I would just like to be fucked and cuddled. Today has been a bit much for me.”
We went up to her room, and I treated her much like I had treated Denise, lots of slow pleasuring, until she was bucking and panting beneath me. I reveled in the feel of her smooth pussy, making sure to tell her so, running not only my fingers over her, but my tongue also until she was glistening with our mingled juices. I finally took her from behind, pinching her nipples as I plunged into her.
By the time I was no longer able to perform for the moment, she was glowing with the results of our sex. I asked her if she minded having been denuded of hair, and she smiled lazily, “My husband will just have to get used to it. I really like the feel of a cock rubbing across me, with no hair to interrupt the feeling.”
Cathy drifted off to sleep, and ultimately, I went upstairs, cleaned up, and took a short nap, finally arriving downstairs about a half hour before dinner. Again I saw Kim and Denise, this time standing by the entrance to the bar, handing out what seemed to be pamphlets.
I walked up to them, and Kim handed me one, and remarked “Denise has been telling me about your time together. Perhaps we ought to take a few lessons from Denise, or perhaps you learned something new from Cathy. She certainly seems to have been taken with you.”
Not knowing quite what to say, I said nothing, just taking the pamphlet and studying it.
Cindy, with the educated pussy, happened to walk by just then, and Kim called out “Cindy, what is your charge to fuck my husband?”
Cindy stopped, looked me up and down, and smirked, “I told him I would give him a good rate for a trip upstairs, but I don’t know about tonight, I have put myself up for auction for an all-nighter.”
“How about 100 points for an hour?”
“Done – he is as good as fucked right now.”
Kim peeled off 100 points and handed them to Cindy, smirking as she did so. Cindy took the points, grabbed my hand, and pulled me toward the stairs. “You are going to feel really well fucked in a few minutes.”
Cindy grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the stairs. We entered her room and Cindy started to remove my clothes, not even bothering to close the door. When she finished stripping me, she led me to the bed, told me to lie down, then removed her own clothes, showing me a gorgeous body, very tight and trim – she obviously worked out quite often as her muscles rippled when she moved, with absolutely no sag at all to her breasts.
When I commented on this she told me that she lifted weights, and in fact had been in a couple of body building competitions.
Cindy leaned over the bed, dangling her tits over me, and kissed me while she fondled my cock. “I see that you don’t require any preliminaries to get fuckable.” With that she straddled me, centered my cock on her pussy, and lowered herself on me.
I immediately understood what she had been talking about when she referred to her vaginal muscles as being something to not believe. Once she had taken me all the way into her, her vaginal muscles started to ripple up my cock, then back down again. Sometimes she relaxed them before starting the rippling movement again, and within minutes I was at the verge of coming. I tried to play with her clit, but she wasn’t having any of it, simply sitting up straight, my cock embedded into her, and her vaginal muscles doing all the work. I finally erupted up into her, my cock pulsing as I emptied myself into her warm depths. She leaned forward, kissed me on the lips, then swung herself off me and went into the bathroom to clean herself up.
When she came back, she said, “I know it can seem a bit mechanical, but that is the only way that I can do that – no one has ever complained though.”
“I wasn’t complaining at all, you can use me for a reference if you like.” I said, as she smirked a bit.
Having cleaned myself up, I reappeared at the entrance to the bar, probably not 30 minutes after going upstairs with Cindy.
Kim looked a little surprised to see me, and asked “Wasn’t Cindy all she made herself out to be?”
“She certainly has educated vaginal muscles, but all in all it really isn’t as erotic as you might think. If you could find out how she learned to use her muscles like that though, it would be a real additional to our sex life, but other than that, I wasn’t all that impressed at all.”
Denise said “Poor baby, we’ll have to find you something better then, assuming that you feel up to it.”
The three of us had dinner together, Kim and Denise both having “dates” for later, but nothing going right now. I did notice that both of the women would get up and go into the bar for a few minutes every so often, but didn’t really pay much attention to it.
Finally, we finished eating, went into the bar, and I bought drinks for the three of us. Kim finished her drink first, and went up to the table in front of the stage looking at several clipboards laid out on the table.
She climbed up on the stage, and grabbed the microphone; saying, “It is now time to see who has won the auctions.”
“The two women for a threesome have been purchased by Tom Fielder”
Denise said “Oh no, we had been bidding on that for you all night. I thought that it surely would have been you.”
Kim finished reading off the results of the auction, then came over and sat down. “I’m sorry, we really tried to give you a great surprise, but it appears that we were beaten out at the last moment by Tom.”
I could see a man I presumed to be Tom, going up the stairs with a woman on each arm, amid a few catcalls and laughter.
“Not to worry – at this point I don’t think I could satisfy two women, and certainly not easily. But where are you getting all these points? All the women are trying like crazy to get more points, and you are giving them away.”
They both laughed and Denise told me “We are the belles of the ball for some reason today. We both have made well over 3000 points just today alone, in addition to what we gave you, and I bet we can make almost that much tonight.”
“Dare I ask how you made all that?”
Kim told me that she would tell me when we were home in bed, and Denise laughed and said maybe she would do the same thing.
Kim and Denise left to attend to their dates, and I wandered around the bar a bit, buying a woman a drink here and there, but not really seeing anything that really excited me, particularly at the prices the women were asking for tonight – it seemed that everything had gone up in price.
I was just about ready to give up and go upstairs by myself, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was Cathy, completely naked – not even the dog collar and leash. “I think I owe you at least another hour or two. Sorry I fell asleep, but I was just exhausted.”
“That would be lovely, but what will this cost me?”
“Not a thing. I got 1000 points from Kim and Denise for you today, and I’ve got a date for later who is paying a bunch, and I think I will do just fine.”
I took her hand, and decided that a hot tub would be just the thing. We went into the spa room, which has four quite large hot tubs in it, and found several men watching two women on a couple of the padded benches. Each woman was straddling one man, fucking him, while two more were fucking the women in the ass. I couldn’t see the women’s faces when we first went in, because both of them were sucking off yet a third man each. There were two or three more men standing there, stroking themselves while they apparently waited their turn.
As we moved across the room toward an empty hot tub suddenly one of the men started groaning and moved just enough for me to see that he was pumping his cock right into Kim’s mouth. She grabbed his cock and pulled it out of her mouth just as he shot his load, so that it hit her on the chin and dripped down onto her tits. She let go of his cock and started to move her ass back and forth more than she had been doing a moment before, and within moments both of the other men were trying to bury their cocks in my wife. They came very shortly after that, and my wife sat up. She saw me watching, waved at me, then I could hear her ask if the other men wanted her to clean up first, or if they wanted to take her like she was. I couldn’t hear the answers, but apparently they wanted her just like she was, because she stood up, come dripping down her chest and legs, motioned toward one of the other men to lie down, then quickly straddled him while the other moved up behind her.
I heard more moans coming from the other bench, and in a couple of moments I saw Denise standing up, in much the same condition my wife was in, although the come was on her face as well.
Cathy and I got into the hot tub, my cock already at attention, and Cathy said, “I really don’t think I could do that.” We watched for a few more minutes, until Kim had finished off the last two men.
Kim stood up, told the men that the show was over for now, and walked over to us, Denise following her as the men gathered up their clothing and left. Kim was quite the sight. She had cum running down both the front and back of her legs, as well as smeared across her chest. The two of them climbed into the hot tub with Cathy and me, sitting in the water with just the bottoms of their breasts in the water.
“How can you do that?” Cathy asked.
“It’s actually pretty easy. We were downstairs waiting for a couple of dates, when one of these guys came up and asked if one of us would be up for three men at a time.” I thought, “what the hell – I’ve never tried anything remotely like that.”
“So I told him it would cost him 600 points – meaning that it would cost each of them 200 points. He thought I meant 600 points a person, and told me that it was a bit steep, but that he was willing if the others were. Then Denise asked how many others, and it ultimately turned out there were eight of them that had been talked about this all day. Denise agreed, and we decided that this would be the best place to do it.”
“As far as actually doing it, you just have to relax yourself until the first two are in you, then grab a cock and start sucking. They really do most of the work. But boy, do you ever feel filled up like nothing else. Besides it really feels quite good having two cocks in you. The one in your mouth is a bit of a distraction, but the rest feels so good, particularly when they both get off about the same time.”
“Cathy, Kim and Denise look a bit sticky right now. I think it is time for you to clean them up. Please clean off their breasts and mouths with your mouth.”
All three women looked a bit startled, then Denise laughed a bit, and said, “After this morning, I don’t know why not.”
Cathy got quite red, but leaned over toward Denise, and as Denise arched her back a little to lift her breasts up toward Denise’s mouth, she took a nipple in her mouth, sucking on it, then running circles around the nipple with her tongue. After cleaning the first breast, she had to kneel in the water to get to the second breast. I took the opportunity to slide my fingers up into her hairless pussy, slowly moving them in and out as Cathy cleaned Denise’s other breast. When she finished, she started to turn toward Kim, but I reminded her that Denise still had come on her lips and mouth.
I could feel Cathy getting wetter and wetter as I finger fucked her. Without protest she raised her head, licked Denise’s chin and around her mouth finally running her tongue over Denise’s lips. Denise suddenly leaned forward just the littlest bit and kissed Cathy.
“I’ll bet I still have some come in my mouth” she murmured, and Cathy kissed her, running her tongue in and out of her mouth with quick little darting motions.
“Kim’s turn” I said. Kim looked at me, and mouthed “I’ll get you for this” as Cathy started cleaning her breasts.
I suddenly got an idea. As Cathy knelt beside Kim, cleaning her breasts, I took my fingers out of Cathy’s pussy, parted her buttocks, and inserted them into her ass as far as I could get them. Then I took my other hand, and inserted my fingers into her pussy, and begin pumping with both hands. Cathy raised her head, a bit startled, waiting a moment while I continued with my attentions, then lowering her head again, kissing Kim and licking her tongue across Kim’s lips. Suddenly she lifted up, pushed back toward my hands frantically trying to get them further into her. I turned the hand in her pussy around so that I was rubbing her so-called ‘G-spot’, and Cathy went off, wiggling her ass around; then finally kind of collapsing onto Kim and the side of the hot tube.
After a few minutes, Cathy collected herself, saying, “I’ve never felt anything like that.”
Kim laughed and said, “Well, you certainly seemed to enjoy it. At least it gives you an idea of what having two cocks in you is like.”
Denise climbed out of the water, and as she did, she said “If you have a vibrator, putting that up your vagina while you get fucked in the ass is almost exactly like two cocks, except you get to control when you come, if you are a bit careful.”
Kim climbed out with Denise, leaning over to kiss me as she did. “We have dates for this evening we have to get ready for, enjoy Cathy, and I will see you in the morning.”
As they walked out of the spa, Cathy said, “I want to try that again, with a vibrator and a cock – Let’s go to my room.”
We climbed the stairs. I had my clothes over one arm, and Cathy clinging to my other arm, one hand periodically caressing my cock and balls. When we got to her room, Cathy was almost frantic to get started, grabbing a vibrator out of her drawer, and putting it inside her while she pawed through the rest of the drawer. She finally came up with a small jar of Vaseline, smeared a bit on her ass, then almost begged me to fuck her ass.
It was almost a repeat of the morning, except Cathy was clearly not as experienced as Denise. I reminded her that she could control her orgasm by playing with her clit. About that time she finally got into rhythm with me, and as soon as she did, she started moaning, finally reaching a climax that I thought sure was going to have someone sticking their head in to see what was going on. Her frantic humping and bucking triggered me, and I spent myself as deep into her ass as I could get.
Shortly afterward I simply gave up for the night and went upstairs to bed. I collapsed into bed, and within minutes I must have been asleep, because I didn’t remember a thing until I awoke the next morning. I shaved, showered and packed my bag, going downstairs to see if perhaps I could get a last something before we got in the car and left. Nothing doing – everyone was packing bags into cars, giving last minute kisses and so on.
Kim came down shortly after I did, carrying her suitcase, which I promptly put into the trunk along with mine, and we settled down to wait for Denise. It wasn’t long, and Denise showed up, ready to leave.
We got in the car, Denise in back and Kim beside me, and drove off. We eventually got out on the interstate headed back home, then Kim asked my how I liked the weekend.
“Well, it was great, but by last night I was pretty tired and fucked out. It was almost a pleasure to just go to bed alone and sleep. Of course, by this morning I was ready for more, but everyone else was ready to go.”
Denise laughed “It was wonderful for a one time deal, but I can’t see trying to fuck every man in sight just to get more points. I would have cheerfully settled for a couple of nights with Marc, and the hell with the rest of them.”
I could feel myself turning red, and Kim laughed, “You still have to tell me how you got Marc so hot the other night.”
“Well, we never did get Marc the threesome that we bid on. Maybe the three of us could get together tonight when we get home, and I will show you all the tricks of my trade. After all, Steve won’t be home for at least another day or two, so I don’t have to be anywhere.”
Despite its workout this weekend, I was already throbbing at the mental pictures I was getting from the conversation.
“Excuse me, but are you asking me to satisfy two women tonight? If so, I’m not sure I am up to it. I could probably fuck both of you, but trying to go all night with both of you is a little more than I think I can handle.”
There was a pause; then Kim said “Well, I suspect that Denise and I can find a way to amuse ourselves when you are not as hard as we would like. Of course, that might make you harder too. Think you might like that?”
The rest of the trip was spent with my cock at what seemed to be a perpetual state of hardness. If Kim wasn’t making suggestive comments, or rubbing my cock through my pants, Denise was – leaning over the back of the seat to nuzzle my ear, or grab my cock.
We stopped for an early dinner just before we got home, and I made sure to limit myself to just one drink. Driving drunk simply wasn’t my thing at all, and I certainly didn’t need to get so much alcohol in me that I couldn’t perform. All throughout dinner, Kim and Denise continued their teasing – nothing blatant, but enough to keep my engine running at well over an idle.
We got home, dragged the bags into the bedroom, and I got everyone a drink. I got back from the kitchen with the drinks, and found Kim and Denise stripped on the bed waiting for me. As I came in, Denise bounced up, took the drinks out of my hand, set them on the bedside table, and said, “You have far too many clothes on.” She started with my shirt, and Kim started with my pants moments later.
Shortly, I was sitting cross-legged on the bed, sipping my drink, while Kim and Denise talked about what they should do with me (or perhaps it was to me.) One obvious answer was to fuck me individually, but then there was the question of whether I had the staying power after the weekend. They finally decided to share me, and see what they could get.
Kim put down her drink, slipped down on the bed, grasping my cock and stroking it gently, while her tongue licked very lightly across my thighs and the head of my cock. Denise took my drink, set it on the table with hers, then kissed me, her tongue boring into my mouth. Denise urged me to lie down, and when I had done so, she begin playing with my nipples, alternately sucking and nibbling as the urge took her.
We finally wound up in a more or less triangle, Kim sucking on my cock, while I licked Denise’s clit and pussy, and Denise paying close attention to Kim’s.
Denise came first, flooding my mouth with her juices. I rolled Kim over, getting between her legs, as Denise guided my cock into her moist depths. I was beginning to slowly fuck Kim, trying to make myself last, when I felt Denise’s fingers playing with Kim’s clit. Kim obviously did also, because she started to moan and whip her head back and forth. She started to come, and that was all it took for me to simply let go like I hadn’t been fucking all weekend.
We collapsed onto the bed, and soon I had a pretty head on each shoulder, but I was too tired to care, and drifted off to sleep. The alarm woke us up the next morning, and we now had to return to our reality, rather than our fantasy weekend.
It was a wonderful weekend, but Kim and I both agreed that we were not at all sure we wanted to repeat it, at least any time soon. We did leave it open as to whether we might see about having Steve and Denise over for an evening or two, just to see how things went.