King Size Bed



[The Man]

The doorbell rang and Patty answered it. "Oh, Amber," 
she said, "I'm so glad you stopped by! Come on back to 
the kitchen. What a coincidence. My husband was just 
saying that, since I'd mentioned you so often, he'd 
like to meet you. And here you are!"

"Yes, here I am," Amber laughed. "Are you sure I 
haven't met your husband some time?"

"If you have, he doesn't remember it. And I don't think 
he'd forget someone as stunning as you." Amber was 
indeed stunning. Honey blond and wearing a bright, 
winning smile, she was slim in the hips with a flat 
tummy and curvaceous bouncing bosom. 

"Oh, you're just saying that!" Amber protested, 
unconvincingly. 

"Not at all, I'm just stating the obvious." 

A tall dark-haired man rose to greet them when they 
entered the kitchen. "Don, this is Amber," Patty 
introduced him. "Hello," Amber said hesitantly, 
blushing and turning her head, for Don was completely 
naked. Patty put her hand on her friend's arm. "Don't 
be embarrassed," she reassured her, "he almost never 
wears clothes when he's home. It's OK." 

"But couldn't he put on a robe when your friends come 
around?" Amber asked. "Don't be silly, Amber," Patty 
chided her, "that's just the time when he doesn't wear 
a robe. Isn't that right, Don?" 

"Yes!" Don said. 

"Come on now, Amber," Patty coaxed, "I think he's 
really, really attractive. Look at him and tell me if 
you agree." 

Amber turned her back to Don and said to Patty, 
"This is crazy. What have you two got going, anyway? I 
come in and you show me your husband as though he were 
a wonderful new set of china. What am I supposed to do? 
Ooh and aah?" 

"That's a great idea! Let's hear a great big 'OOOOH" 
for Don!"

Patty laughed happily. "But you've got to see him 
first," she added. When Amber just looked at her, 
Patty continued, "Ok, ok. It's a game Don and I 
play. We take turns being each other's 'slave' and 
today was his turn. I told him this morning he'd have 
to stay naked all day, even and perhaps especially if 
some of my friends dropped in. 

"The rules of the game require the 'slave' to do 
whatever the 'master,' or in my case the 'mistress,' 
tell him to do. He isn't allowed to speak, 
incidentally, unless I address him directly. (I have 
the suspicion, by the way, that I'll get the same 
treatment when my time comes!) So be a sport, Amber. 
Turn around and ogle him, look him up and down. Don't 
hesitate he's just a 'slave'!" 

"You guys are weird," Amber declared, but nevertheless 
she glanced at Don, looked away, and looked back, 
this time not diverting her eyes from his body, though 
Patty noticed she avoided looking at his face. 

"Don," Patty said, "bring me a clean dish towel." He 
went to a cabinet the women watched his dangling penis 
swing when he walked and returned with the requested 
item, which she tied around his head, covering his 
eyes. "Now, Amber, you can look without him looking 
back. Doesn't that make you feel better about it?" 

"Yes, I guess it does," Amber admitted, scrutinizing 
Patty's naked husband more boldly. "He's limp," she 
said, beginning to get into the spirit of the game, 
"and that's an insult to me. I thought I was sexier 
than that." 

"Oh, no, you're as sexy as ever," Patty replied, "all 
it means is he's even more embarrassed than you are! 
But that's a benefit for us because now we get to watch 
his prick get hard." 

"It doesn't seem to be doing that now," Amber said 
skeptically.

"It will and you can make it happen." 

"How?" Amber asked, eager now. 

"Rub his nipples! Go on: pinch them, roll them between 
your fingers, pull them. And if you want him really 
hard, suck them. Don! Amber's going to play with your 
tits!" Don put his hands behind his back and thrust 
out his chest. Patty, though not Amber, noticed his 
penis twitch.

"Are you sure it's alright?" Amber queried, "He's your 
husband."

"Of course, it is! Isn't that right, Don." 

"Yes," Don answered, and this time Amber, too, saw 
the twitch. She stood at arms length from him. 
Gingerly, she put her hands on the reddish pimples 
protruding from his hairless chest, and began slowly to 
rotate her palms over them, feeling them stiffen with 
her touch. 

"Be sure to watch his prick, Amber," Patty said. Amber 
looked down and discerned that, indeed, the male organ 
was firming. So she took each pseudo teat between a 
thumb and forefinger and compressed it. The penis rose, 
though still pointing downward at an angle. When she 
pulled the nipples out from his body, tugged, and the 
angle became perpendicular, she clamped her lips onto 
his left breast while rolling the right between her 
fingers. 

"Oh, Amber!" Patty gasped, "Look!" Amber raised her 
head and followed instructions. Don's penis, thick 
and trembling, stood at a right angle from his body. 

"May I touch it?" she breathed to Patty. 

"Yes, of course, please, please do!" 

Her hand crept to the throbbing rod of male flesh where 
she fitted her fingers around the glans and lightly 
caressed the tiny hole in its center with her thumb. 
Don bent his knees and moved hi s pelvis in an effort 
to force himself further into her hand. 

"Lie down, Don," Patty said softly, "Lie on your 
back on the floor." He immediately complied, Amber's 
hand maintaining its hold on the handle her caresses 
had produced. The two women knelt on either side of him 
and together they fondled his body: 

Patty flicked his erect and sensitive nipples with her 
forefingers and Amber flicked his erect and sensitive 
penis with her tongue. Patty stroked the hair under 
his arm and sucked his tongue deep into her mouth. 
Amber stroked his inner thighs and sucked his root deep 
into her mouth. Don squirmed under their touch and 
moaned. In a barely audible voice Patty said, "Would 
you like it truly in you?" 

Amber raised her head and asked plaintively, "May I? 
May I, really? You don't mind? I mean, after all, he's, 
well, he's..." 

"Be my guest, Amber. Enjoy!" Urgently, Amber kicked her 
shoes away, stripped off her pantyhose, and, lifting 
her skirt, moved to straddle her friend's prostrate 
husband. 

"Wait," Patty said. "Your dress is in the way. Take it 
off, in fact, take off everything. And I will, too. We 
can enjoy him together!" Naked, they faced each other 
across the equally naked male with a fully erect penis 
pointing toward his navel. 

Amber stood at his feet, Patty at his head. Together 
they were an exemplary illustration of the similarity, 
yet the difference, in female forms: Patty was compact 
and petite; Amber was taller and fleshier. Patty's 
legs were short and delicate; Amber's legs were long 
and sturdy. 

Patty's short dark hair was reflected in her thick and 
curly pubic thatch; Amber's long straight blond hair 
likewise harmonized with her thin and wavy genital 
pelt. Patty's breasts, small with longish thin 
nipples, drooped scarcely at all; Amber's breasts, very 
large with plump dimpled nipples, swung down and out 
from her chest. 

They grinned impishly at one another and Patty said, 
"Ready?" "Ready!" Amber responded and, kneeling, held 
Don's stalwart penis at the entrance to her womb, and 
slowly settled her body onto it. At the same time 
Patty knelt over his head, separated her vaginal 
petals with her fingers, and lowered them to his lips. 
"You may lick me now, Don," she said, and he eagerly 
began to lap over, around, and within her covert 
delicacies. 

Amber slowly moved her vagina upon the welcome visitor 
within it. "I am very well filled, very well filled 
indeed," she said and leaned forward to rest her hands 
on the floor beside Don's body, a motion that caused 
her heavy breasts to swing down, brushing his chest. 

Patty kept herself from settling completely onto 
Don's face, so he could breathe while he executed 
cunnilingus, which is a husband's pleasurable duty. As 
his tongue on her clitoris increasingly excited her, 
she stroked Amber's soft blond hair. Suddenly she said, 
"Amber, may I hold your breasts?" 

"Yes, yes, yes!" Amber gasped as Don thrust against 
her and her climax approached. Patty seized the double 
handfuls of uniquely female flesh that hung beneath her 
and breathed, "Stop moving, Amber; hold off, if you 
can." 

Breaking his silence, Don panted, "I can't hold off, 
no matter what she does!" 

"Just keep sucking me, yes, oh yes! Suck, suck, suck!" 
Patty screamed, and then, "Fuck him, Amber, fuck him! 
Let's come!" And come they did, the three of them 
together in a gigantic corporate orgasm. 

The women dressed and Amber left. Only then did Patty 
take the towel from Don's eyes. 


[The Wife] 

The doorbell rang and Don answered it. "Oh, Amber," 
he said, "I'm delighted you stopped by. Come on back to 
the family room. What a coincidence. My wife and I were 
just reminiscing about the last time you were here. She 
was remarking about the marvelous time she'd had." 

"Then I can reminisce with her. Because I, too, had a 
marvelous time. How about you?" Don simply put his 
hand to his chest, rubbed his left nipple through his 
shirt, and smiled. She returned his smile and squeezed 
one of her own breasts. No words were needed. 

As Amber preceded him through the hall, Don admired 
her rippling bottom, the cheeks of which were encased 
in skin-tight designer jeans. Because he had been 
blindfolded during almost the entire time when she was 
there before, he hadn't had much opportunity to observe 
her charms, though he definitely had felt them. 

As they entered the light wood-paneled family room, 
Don said, "Guess what, Patty: it was Amber at the 
front door." Patty wore an almost transparent front-
close soft-cup bra with small holes through which her 
erect nipples projected, a matching G-string darkened 
by her pubic hair visible through it, and high-heeled 
open-toe mules. She did not speak. 

"A-hah, Patty, so it's your turn to be the 'slave,'" 
Amber said.

"How did you guess?" Don responded. "Fetching outfit 
I got for her, don't you think?" 

Amber made herself comfortable on the sofa and agreed, 
"Absolutely charming, I suppose now you're going to 
send her out for cigarettes in it." 

"That's an interesting idea," Don said, "but the 
rules of our game don't allow it. She's not permitted 
to cover up when visitors come, but I can't make her 
expose herself in public." 

"Too bad," Amber feigned a sigh. 

"I suppose you'd suspend that guideline if you were 
playing this game," Don laughed. 

"Oh, definitely," Amber quipped, "I wouldn't have any 
rules at all. Anything goes! What's the point in having 
a slave if you can't make her or him obey outrageous 
orders?" 

"You have a point there," Don said. "What do you 
think, Patty? Should we abolish the rule?" 

"No," said Patty. 

"See?" Don shrugged, "Nothing to be done about it." 

"Too bad," Amber said again. Don wasn't positive she 
was kidding this time. He reached over and plucked one 
of Patty's bare nipples as if he were picking a berry 
from a bush. "Nice juicy tidbit here," he commented and 
leaned down to give the tit a quick suck. 

"May I do that?" Amber asked from the sofa. 

"Sure, if you want to. Patty, take your boobies to 
Amber so she can suck them." Patty leaned over and 
rested her hands on the sofa back, which neatly 
positioned her spandex-sheathed breasts for Amber's 
mouth to fit onto their exposed tips. 

While Amber sucked, Don said, "My program today is to 
find out how many orgasms Patty can have between ten 
and twelve o'clock. Since its almost ten right now, you 
got here just in time to help me produce them." 

Amber took her lips away from Patty's nipple long 
enough to say, "You can't produce her orgasms; only she 
can do that." 

"Is that right, Patty?" Don asked. 

"No," Patty said and shifted her breast slightly in 
Amber's mouth." 

"See?" Don said. Amber's response was to nip her 
friend's tit with her teeth and Patty yelped. 

"I didn't tell you to speak!" Don said with mock 
sternness and then went on, to Amber, "I'm also going 
to make her come in different positions and places." He 
glanced at his watch. "Ten on the dot; time to start. 
Would you mind pulling down the G-string and checking 
if she's prepared?" 

Amber drew away the patch of cloth covering the fuzzy 
mound in front of her, put her hand on it and fingered 
the dark hairs. She moved her head affirmatively 
without removing her mouth from Patty's breast.

"I thought she would be," Don said. "Ok, Patty, you 
may straighten up now." When she stood her reddened and 
elongated nipple popped from Amber's lips and the wisp 
of fabric that had covered her groin fell to her 
ankles. "You really ought to 'do' the other tit, 
Amber," he said, "but we must get on with the 
experiment." 

"I'm disappointed, of course," Amber pouted prettily, 
"but I'll survive." 

"That's a relief!" Don laughed and settled into a 
chair. "Ok, Patty, it's time for 'O number 1.' Amber 
says you're the only one who can produce orgasms so 
we'll begin with one you do all by yourself. She and I 
will sit here and watch while you masturbate. It would 
be nice if you could come standing up, but if that 
becomes difficult please feel free to sit or lie on the 
floor." 

Patty looked a little dismayed, but she stepped out of 
the G-string, kicked it away with one of her heels, and 
immediately held her breasts, looking down at them 
while she gently stroked their bare tips with her 
thumbs. Then, with closed eyes, she raised her fingers 
to her shaved armpits and trailed them down her sides 
to her hips and around to her inner thighs before 
squeezing her mons veneris with one palm and her gently 
swelling belly with the other. (Don noticed that, 
outside her jeans, Amber's hand pressed onto her own 
mons.) 

Her feet wide apart, Patty separated her vaginal lip s 
with two fingers of each hand and began to massage 
them, first gently and then with steadily increasing 
intensity. The muscles of her hips and buttocks 
tightened and her breasts strained against the filmy 
cloth containing them. Suddenly she thrust two fingers 
deep into her vagina and pressed her clitoris firmly 
with another. The only sound came from panted breaths 
escaping her parted lips. 

For their part, Amber and Don held their breaths as 
Patty kept her fingers motionless for what seemed an 
interminable time. Then abruptly the fingers in her 
vulva began to piston in and out of their slippery 
envelope and the finger on her clitoris began to 
revolve rhythmically. At the same time her pelvis 
thrust against the fingers within and on it and her 
heavier breathing caused her out-thrust bosom to swell 
and tremble. 

She maintained this excited motion for what seemed to 
her audience to be a very long time. Just as suddenly 
as she had begun, she stopped and, without removing her 
hands, rested, her head thrown back, her eyes still 
closed, her mouth open, her breasts rising and falling 
as much as the brassiere would allow. And then, with 
one mighty shove she buried her fingers in her vagina 
and, furiously rubbing her clitoris, came with an 
ecstatic cry, her entire body shaking with tension's 
release. 

And still she stood, though she swayed on her high 
heels. When the convulsions subsided, she moved her 
feet together, put her hands at rest behind her, and 
stood very straight. 

"Number One!" she said with a smile. Don looked at 
Amber, who rather sheepishly took her hand away from 
her groin. He then glanced at his watch. 

"About thirty minutes," he said. "At that rate, we 
should get many more before noon." 

"I doubt that," Amber commented. "The next ones will 
take longer and may not even be possible." 

"Is that true, Patty?" 

"I don't know," Patty replied. 

"So we'll just have to find out. Won't we?" 

"Yes," Patty said. 

"Take off the bra. I think it's time we let the tits 
loose," Don said. Without her brassiere Patty was 
totally naked except for her mules, which Don had 
determined she would retain all morning.

"Sometimes I wish I had breasts like that," Amber 
mused. 

"Why?" Don asked, puzzled because he thought the 
plain white blouse she wore bulged very nicely indeed. 

"They're small enough not to sag but full enough to be 
a good handful," she replied. "Mine literally droop." 

"I liked it when they 'drooped' onto my chest the other 
day," Don smiled at the memory. Amber returned his 
smile. (They both ignored the silent and demurely naked 
Patty.) 

"That's right, you couldn't see them, could you?" 

"I had a towel over my eyes, you may remember." 

"I'm tempted to show them to you now, but you probably 
don't want any diversion from your 'experiment.'" 

"Oh, I don't know, another bare-bosomed woman might be 
just the thing to bring on the next orgasm." 

"You don't fool me!" Amber laughed as she unbuttoned 
her shirt and slipped it off. "You just want to see my 
naked titties." Her bra followed her shirt onto the 
floor. "And here they are!" She leaned forward and 
dangled her heavy breasts before him. 

Don looked at them appreciatively. "Very nice, 
indeed," he said, "You're welcome to 'droop' them over 
me any time you want to. But I was serious, partly at 
least, when I said your bare bosom could help generate 
Patty's next orgasm. More than that, though, would you 
be interested in fondling her to climax while I watch?" 

"May I? I'd love it!" 

"Then she's all yours. Bring her off as quickly as you 
can, though. I haven't given up on a grand total of at 
least four. Ready for 'O number 2,' Patty?" 

"I'm ready," Patty replied and ruffled her pubic hair. 

Amber held her own abundant breasts in her hands and 
gently rubbed their button-like nipples against 
Patty's little spikes before taking her friend fully 
into her arms. Their four breasts pressed close 
together, Amber rubbed her jeans against Patty's naked 
groin. As she did so, she placed her lips on those of 
the dark-haired woman. 

Patty returned the kiss with a passion that surprised 
Don, who realized he was learning for the first time 
that his wife was capable of ardent sex with another 
woman. Without breaking the kiss, Amber caressed 
Patty's shoulders and back, finally reaching the 
buttocks, which she kneaded with her finger tips. 

Patty's response was slowly to rotate her pelvis 
against Amber's jeans and to nestle her cereal bowl-
sized breasts against the milk jugs opposite them. 
After a few moments, the two female bodies literally 
writhed against each other. Amber's fingers wrapped in 
Patty's hair ensured that their glistening lips and 
flicking tongues did not lose contact. 

Patty reached between their bodies, separated her 
vaginal petals, and then ground her open vulva and 
exposed clitoris against the coarse cloth concealing 
Amber's corresponding organs. Seconds later, Patty's 
body stiffened and shook. Her knees buckled and only 
Amber's tight embrace kept her from sinking to the 
floor. When her legs would hold her again, Amber 
released their lips, fell to her own knees and planted 
a moist kiss on her friend's already moist nether hair. 

Patty, her eyes glazed, smiled at Don. "Number Two!" 
she said.

"That was beautifully done," Don said to Amber, who 
was still kneeling on the floor. "And expeditiously, 
too. It's exactly eleven o'clock with time for two more 
orgasms before noon." 

Amber stood and shook her long blond hair. "She can't 
do it, she simply can't do it." 

"What do you think, Patty?" Don asked. "Are you 
still willing to try?" 

"Of course," Patty replied. "A slave obeys orders and 
I'm a slave." 

"But you look like a rather exhausted slave," Don 
said kindly. "Lie on the sofa and relax a bit." 

Gratefully, Patty stretched out on the large divan 
with her feet together and her head on a small throw 
pillow. She folded her hands on her abdomen and closed 
her eyes.

"She's really very beautiful," Amber said. "Thank you 
for letting me make her." 

"It's I who should thank you. It took you less than 
twenty minutes to elicit her second orgasm. But it must 
be a little frustrating for you not to climax, too," 
Don replied. "Only a little. And I didn't mind, after 
all, I knew her orgasm was what really was important."

"I'll make it up to you some day if you want me to, of 
course."

"Is that a promise?" Amber grinned broadly. 

"That's a promise," he declared with emphasis. "But now 
we must make haste toward 'O number Three.' He sat on 
the couch beside his recumbent wife and put his hand on 
her thigh. "Are you ready, Patty?"

Patty opened her eyes. "I guess so," she answered a 
trifle hesitantly. Don combed his fingers through her 
luxuriant damp hair and said, "We'll take it slow and 
easy. All you have to do is focus your mind on your 
clit." She nodded and closed her eyes again. He went to 
a side table, opened a drawer, took out a dildo, and 
noticed that Amber's eyes widened at the size of it. 

"I wish my prick was this big," he said. 

"You don't have to," Amber said, "it's not the size 
that matters, it's what you do with it and I have 
evidence that yours is a whole lot more than 
satisfactory in that regard!" 

"It's kind of you to say so," Don responded, seating 
himself again at Patty's side. He laid the vibrator on 
the sofa, gently massaged her belly, and then cupped 
her breasts, which he fondled tenderly while he 
moistened their nipples with his tongue. She responded 
with soft purring sounds, raising her bosom to welcome 
his ministrations. 

"May I help?" Amber asked hungrily. 

"No," Don replied quickly, "this orgasm is mine." 
Without replying, Amber seated herself nearby and 
cradled her bare breasts in her hands, reconciled to 
being an observer. 

Don eased Patty's legs apart and studied the ever-
strange region between her thighs. How exotic this 
familiar female anatomy would always be and how 
enticing, how desirable, how exciting. He slipped a 
finger into the cavity hidden by puckered skin and 
hooked a knuckle around her pelvis bone to press upon 
the so-called G-spot, which was corrugated in 
comparison with the smoothness of the tunnel leading to 
it. 

Patty raised her hips and exhaled. Keeping his finger 
buried in her vagina, Don switched on the vibrator 
with his free hand and moved it on her pelvic area, 
coming to rest over her clitoris. He did not press down 
but let it hum lightly on the hood of flesh that 
shielded the focal point of her sexual excitation. 
Patty exhaled "Aaah" and stretched her body, 
luxuriating in the exquisite pleasure. 

Slowly Don moved the vibrator into the velvety canal 
between her clitoris and the entrance to her vagina. He 
held it there while he extracted his finger from her 
warm interior and used it to move away the hood, 
revealing her tiny "female penis," red and pointed in 
arousal. 

She flinched when he unexpectedly touched it with the 
tip of his tongue, but when he continued to lick she 
responded with rhythmic movements of her pelvis and a 
look of something approaching bliss on her face. He 
momentarily interrupted his attention to her clitoris 
exciting to him as well as to her in order to insert 
the delicately buzzing vibrator into her vaginal 
cavity, where he held it as he returned to her almost 
infinitesimal focus of arousal. 

He had barely begun to tongue when she erupted in 
orgasmic spasms that racked her body not once, but 
many, many times. Don did not even dream of leaving 
her body until she had completed this most massive 
orgasm of the morning. Patty didn't open her eyes, but 
merely clutched her breasts and opened her thighs 
further when she triumphantly said, "Number Three!" 

"That was more than number three," Amber observed. "I 
think you should count it as three, four, five, and 
six, at least." 

"No matter how you count," Patty said from the couch, 
"it's not enough. I want more, more, many more!" 

"She's kidding," Amber declared. 

"Are you kidding?" Don asked. 

"Definitely not!" Patty sat up and thrust her pert 
breasts forward. "And I'm ready now." 

"It's only 11:20. Maybe you can get two more in before 
twelve," Amber said. 

"No need to get sarcastic, Amber," Don said. "She 
seems really to mean it." 

"I know. I'm jealous that's all." Don chose to ignore 
that and facing Patty, proceeded to take off all his 
clothes. 

"This time," he said, "we'll do it the way it should be 
done."

"It's really not fair to waste that lovely tool on 
her," Amber interjected. "She's already had as many as 
six orgasms. Use it in a woman who'll really appreciate 
it me!" 

"Now, Amber," Don said gently, holding his erect 
penis in his hand, "you know I can't do that." 

"I'm sorry," she replied, "but I'm so horny I can't 
stand it. Don't worry, though, I can handle that 
myself." She stood, stripped off her jeans and panties, 
and stuffed three fingers into her vagina.

"That's a good girl. You'll feel better in a few 
minutes," Don grinned. 

"I'd better!" Amber declared, but she smiled, too. 

He then turned his full attention to his naked wife 
who, despite her declaration that she desired another 
orgasm immediately, was still flushed and quivering 
from the last one. "Really, Patty," he said, "I think 
we ought to wait until you've rested some more." She 
leaned forward, rested her elbows on her knees, and 
stared at his penis as though she had never seen it 
before. 

"No," she breathed, "I want it. I want it inside of me. 
I want to feel it move inside of me. And I want it 
now." He took her hand, indicating that she should 
stand, and held her small, compact body in his arms. 
With her erect nipples squashed against his chest and 
his upright penis compressed between their equally 
denuded bellies, he kissed her tenderly. Then, his lips 
moving against hers, he murmured, "I want to do you 
doggie style here, on the floor." 

"Any way you wish," her lips brushed his in reply, 
"just so you do me." 

Don relaxed his grip on her buttocks and her body 
flowed from his arms to the carpet, coming to rest on 
her elbows and wide-spread knees, her raised bottom 
prepared for his entry. He knelt behind her and 
carefully opened the double doors to her womb with his 
fingers. The reddened juicy interior beckoned but he 
contented himself with passing a thumb over the taut 
pin at the base of her vertical opening. 

Patty gasped and pressed her breasts to the floor, 
which raised her lower offering even further. He held 
her slippery portals of flesh apart with the wide-
spread fingers of one hand and, with the other, 
positioned his now throbbing penis at the open door 
thereby provided. Slowly, oh, so slowly, he entered 
until he was fully inserted, his hardened testicles, 
unable to follow, pressed against her quivering facade. 

He rested his hands on the rounded twin hills framing 
the cavity his rigid appendage visited and remained 
motionless for the moment it took to observe Amber, her 
gaze intent on the coupling of her married friends, 
feverishly manipulating her own sexual center. 

He then began his exploration of Patty's intimate 
portion by deliberately moving within it. His right 
hand gripped her right cheek but his left moved beneath 
his testicles to touch her clitoris and press a finger 
upon it. Thus holding her body between his hands, he 
increased his movements, both penis and finger. 

Patty moved with him, moaning at first and then crying 
out, "Oh, fuck me! Fuck me! Yes! Yes! Fuck! Fuck me!" 
And fuck her he did, pounding into her with such force 
that only his grasp of her buttocks kept her in place. 

She came then with a mighty shove upward onto him and 
an ecstatic scream that pierced the heretofore 
stillness of the morning. Her knees refused to support 
her further and Don gently allowed her to sink to the 
floor, his still erect implement slipping reluctantly 
from its sheath. 

At the sight of his beautifully pulsating erection, 
dripping with Patty's secretions, Amber's orgasm 
exploded also and her lovely naked body quivered 
rigidly in the chair where she was sitting. Patty 
raised her head and, before, dropping her cheek back to 
the floor, said blissfully, "Number Four!" 

Don sat beside her and possessively caressed her 
spine. He looked at his watch. "There's ten minutes yet 
available," he said, "but I think we'll let the record 
stand at four orgasms or, if Amber has her way, seven." 
Patty turned on her side and propped her head on one 
hand. 

"It was four," she said definitely, "the others were 
merely aftershocks." She smiled then at her unadorned 
female friend, "We should count yours, too, and make it 
five!" Suddenly she sat bolt upright. "It should have 
been six. Don, you didn't come!" 

Don patted his softening penis and said, "My time 
will come."

"It could come in the next ten minutes," Amber said 
quickly. "Stick that gorgeous sword of yours in me and 
we could make it six before the clock strikes twelve!" 

"That's kind of you, Amber, but the only ones that 
count are Patty's." 

"Kind, hell," Amber stood and swung her large breasts 
before his face. Don reached up and squeezed the 
nearest mammary gland but she pulled away and, slipping 
on her jeans and shirt, stuffed her panties in a pocket 
and made her exit. 

"What a fabulous morning!" Patty said. "It was 
indeed," Don agreed, "but now that the game's over f 
or today, how about if we go to bed and act like wife 
and husband?" She reached down and cupped his genitals. 

**

Patty came into the bathroom where Don was shaving 
one morning and popped the question: "Amber asked if 
she could join our 'master-slave' game. What do you 
think?" 

He wiped some shaving cream from around his mouth so he 
could talk without swallowing the stuff. "You mean the 
'mistress-slave' game, don't you?" 

"I might, but she called it ' master-slave.'" 

"Interesting. I'm not sure. Apparently you're willing, 
since you brought it up. Right?" 

"Well, the fact is she's been an observer and part-time 
participant each of the last two times we've played it. 
It's almost as though she's already in." 

"It's OK, I guess, but even though she's sexy as hell, 
I wouldn't want her around all the time." 

"That's pretty much the way I feel about it, too," 
Patty said. "But," she added, "I make one 
restriction." 

"What's that?" 

"She can never be the mistress; always the slave. I 
don't want her ordering you around!" Don flicked a 
glob of saving cream at her.

"That's my possessive wife, for you." 

"You damn right!" Patty said seriously and pinched his 
right nipple. 

"Very well. Suits me," he laughed. "When shall we play 
again?"

"Tomorrow morning," she replied. "I've already told 
her. She'll be here at nine." 


[The Friend] 

Amber found a note inscribed with her name taped to the 
front door. She opened it and read: 

Slave Girl:  
1.  Come in. 
2.  Strip. 
3.  When you are completely naked, open the bag in the 
    hall closet and wear the garments in it. 
4.  Walk to the kitchen. 

                 -- Your Master 

A tingling wave of excitement passed through Amber's 
body. Patty had told her that, if she wanted to join 
them, she would be expected to play the slave part and 
she had agreed. But to be addressed, on paper no less, 
as 'slave girl' made it even more exciting. She folded 
the note and put it in the hip pocket of her jeans to 
read it after. Once inside, she lost no time in getting 
out of her clothes, including, since she had been 
instructed to strip completely naked, her wrist watch, 
the three rings she always wore, and the two pins that 
kept strands of blond hair from falling into her face. 

Now that's naked, she thought. 

On the closet floor was a small travelling case that 
opened from the top. When she swung the lid up she 
found a piece of paper covering the stacked trays 
designed for jewelry and other small items. It was 
another note: 

Slave Girl: Attire yourself with the items in the order 
in which you find them.

--Your Master 

Beneath the note was a wisp of a bra with stiff dark 
red satin cups rimmed by dainty black lace with a clip 
to hold them together. Amber eagerly wrapped its string 
strap around her back, fitted her considerable bosom 
into the cups, and closed the clip. The effect was 
startling even to her, for although the bra lifted her 
breasts and pressed them together, it cupped their area 
and caused the exposed two-thirds to bulge upward with 
their exposed nipples standing out in most remarkable 
fashion. 

Keen to discover what other wonders resided in the 
case, she lifted out the top tray and set it aside. 
Beneath it were two tassels, one with a tuft of black 
yarn attached to a black circle of soft plastic with a 
hole in the center by a thick red braid about six 
inches long. Otherwise identical, the colors were 
reversed on the other one red tassel, black braid, red 
plastic circle. There was no note, but Amber didn't 
need to be told what these were for. Steadying her left 
breast with one hand, she carefully placed the black 
plastic circle over its tip. 

The circle completely covered the breast's areola while 
her stiff nipple protruded through the hole. She 
pressed on the circle and it clung to her flesh. Then, 
when she had fastened the red plastic circle to her 
right breast, she waved the tassels to and fro, 
intrigued that they tickled a little when they brushed 
her upper abdomen. Don and Patty were certainly 
dressing her as a slave girl should be! 

The bottom of the case contained a pair of unmatched 
shoes one was red and one was black with the highest 
heels Amber had ever seen (could she walk in those?) 
and a skirt composed of red and black cords with 
tassels attached, identical to those hanging from her 
breasts, that were fastened to a black band at about 
two-inch intervals. She stepped through the band and 
drew it to her waist where it refused to stay, slipping 
instead to her hips. It was not a skirt designed to 
conceal the body of the woman who wore it. 

When she reached for the shoes, Amber noticed that 
something seemed to be inside one of them. There was. 
It was a G-string of red satin with black lace that 
precisely matched one of the bra cups. She pulled it 
on, fitted the patch of satin over her blond-haired 
pubes, and felt the thong between her legs snuggle 
across her anus. She slipped her feet into the shoes 
and tottered a few steps before she became comfortable 
walking virtually on tip-toe. By the time she reached 
the kitchen, however, she stepped confidently, the 
tassels dancing about her as she did so. 

Patty scarcely looked up from her newspaper when Amber 
came through the door, but she called out, "Don, your 
slave girl's finally here." 

"Tell her to come to me." Don's voice came from the 
bedroom.

"You heard him. Go," Patty said. 

Don, naked, sat on the edge of the bed fondling his 
penis. "I need a discharge, slave girl," he said, "so 
you'll have to work for your breakfast which will 
consist of semen." 

Feeling for all the world like a real slave girl, Amber 
dropped to her knees between his legs, licked a drop of 
pre-come from the tip of his semen dispenser, and then 
took it fully into her mouth and throat. Leaning back 
on his arms, Don watched Amber's head bob up and down 
and mentally congratulated his wife for finding and 
choosing the slave-girl costume at Frederick's of 
Hollywood. And, though he hadn't been at the time, he 
was now grateful to Patty for encouraging him not to 
ejaculate inside her the previous night. Save it for 
Amber's breakfast, she had said. 

His thoughts didn't stay on those extraneous matters 
for long, however, because Amber's exertions were fast 
producing their intended effect. Her lips alternately 
closed around his glans and slid silkily down the 
length of his shaft. At the same time she manipulated 
his testicles separately with the fingers of her two 
hands. The result was exquisite and almost painful 
pleasure, which he maintained by sheer force of will 
until that became impossible and his body involuntarily 
ejected two days accumulation of semen into her throat. 

She swallowed but kept the penis in her mouth until it 
became soft enough for her to bring in the testicles as 
well, thus filling her mouth with his genitalia. Then a 
surprising thing happened, surprising, at least, to 
Don, though Amber had hoped the continuing action of 
her tongue and the sucking of her lips would cause his 
erection to return. As the penis stiffened, the gonads 
slipped from her mouth and once again her lips 
surrounded firmer male flesh. 

Don put his hand on her head. "Let's stop now, slave 
girl," he said. "You've had enough protein for the 
moment and I want to save any I have left for later." 

Reluctantly, Amber abandoned the delicious morsel she 
had proudly created and rose to her feet. Don stood, 
too. His polished penis stood with him and the sight of 
Amber's erotic body in her erotic costume did nothing 
to encourage it to subside. He started to move toward 
her when they heard the front doorbell ring. 

"That will be the man coming to repair the 
refrigerator," he said, "go let him in and bring him to 
the kitchen and don't hesitate to 'entertain' him while 
you do it." 

In the back of her mind, Amber had expected something 
like this, and she also had a pretty good idea as to 
what Don expected of her in the way of 
"entertainment." Her already erect nipples became even 
harder with excitement as she walked through the living 
room to the do or, her oscillating hips making the 
tassels bounce about her legs. 

The doorbell rang again and Amber said, "Just a moment, 
please."

She extended one bare leg through the tassels and put 
the opposite hand on her hip beneath them. Only then 
did she turn the knob, placing her hand on her exposed 
thigh as the door swung open. "Yes?" she said in a low 
sultry voice. 

The repair man, who thought he had seen everything when 
it comes to at-home customers, stumbled back a step and 
looked at his feet. He was short and perhaps a little 
past middle age with long straggly thinning hair. His 
belly, which hung over the belt of his baggy jeans, was 
too big for his shirt adequately to cover, so it bulged 
whitely through the space left by two unfastened 
buttons. In one grease-stained hand he held a metal 
tool box. 

"Yes?" Amber said again, "What may I do for you?" Only 
a deaf man would have failed to hear the suggestion in 
her words. 

He looked directly at her then and said with a 
lecherous grin on his bristly face, "I've come to fix 
the frige, ma'am." 

Amber sensuously stroked her thigh and made her bosom 
quiver. "Oh, yes! It desperately needs attention!" she 
breathed. "Come... after me." She locked her hands 
behind her neck (which, of course, raised her breasts 
and caused their tassels to tremble) and turned slowly 
on her stilt-like heels. Emphasizing her hips with 
every deliberate step, she strutted slowly toward the 
kitchen, knowing full well that the swinging tassels 
left none of her fanny to his imagination. 

Patty and Don, wearing robes, sat at the kitchen 
table, coffee cups in hand, studying the morning paper. 
Patty looked up when she saw Amber with the repair man 
panting after her. "You must be the one who's going to 
fix the refrigerator," she said as though there was 
nothing out of the usual. 

"That's right," he replied gruffly, "what's wrong with 
it?" 

"The light won't go on when the door opens. It's so 
annoying!" Patty told him. "Alright then," he said 
busily, "let's just take a look at it." Amber pulled 
open the door and, as he bent to peer in, one of her 
tit tassels brushed his balding head and he leered up 
at her lustfully. He immediately got out a screwdriver 
and began to remove the door switch. (Don knew the 
only problem was the bulb, which he had deliberately 
broken.) 

Watching him, Amber leaned her breasts over the low 
door and made sure that one of their tassels swung on 
either side of the repair man's grizzled face. He 
turned his head from side to side against them as he 
worked, obviously taking his time to remove only two 
screws. 

When the switch finally was unbolted, he pulled it out 
and unattached the wires, holding it up for Amber's 
approval as though he had done something marvelous. 
Then, when he bent down to examine the wires, one of 
her nipple tassels caught in his beard bristles and it 
came off with a quiet pop. 

"Gee, I'm sorry, ma'am," he said and made as though he 
would hand it back to her. "I'd love for you to put it 
back on," Amber purred. "You are so handsome!" He 
didn't need to be asked a second time. When he gingerly 
tried to fit the plastic circle over her nipple, she 
moved her breast every time he was about to get it 
centered on its target. "It's hard to hold still when 
I'm so excited," Amber whispered down to him over the 
refrigerator door between them. "I need your help." 

"Yes, ma'am!" he replied and grabbed her mostly naked 
breast with his free hand, squeezed it tightly (too 
tightly for Amber's comfort), and roughly placed the 
circle around its distended tit. "There you are, ma'am, 
good as new!" he declared, apparently not noticing the 
greasy finger marks he left across the light blue veins 
of her swelling white flesh. 

"Have you found the problem?" Don asked. The repair 
man looked around the door toward the table, which he 
could see between Amber's naked thigh's beneath her G-
string from which peeked a few stray blond hairs. 

"Not yet, sir," he answered, "it doesn't seem to be the 
switch, though." 

"That's good," said Don, "have you tried the bulb?" 

"That's next," he said and left grease marks on Amber's 
leg when he ducked back behind the door. He replaced 
the switch and started to loosen the bulb. 

"Maybe you should test my bulbs, too," Amber said. 
"They only seem to light up when they're tested." And 
she leaned further over the door to swing her 'bulbs' 
over his head. 

"Be happy to," he smirked at her, "but I gotta take'em 
loose to do it." 

"Then do! They need to be tested!" Amber smiled down at 
him coquettishly. He seized the two dangling tassels 
and unceremoniously jerked them off, then put a grimy 
hand on each breast and rudely hoisted it from the red 
and black quarter cup supporting it. It took an effort, 
but she refrained from flinching and faked a sigh, "Oh, 
you are so manly." Whereupon he squashed one of her 
large breasts between his palms and clamped his teeth 
onto her nipple. 

At the table Patty raised an eyebrow at Don. He 
nodded and spoke loudly, "Was the bulb out? Was that 
the trouble?" The repair man released the nipple, 
though not the breast, in order to answer: "I'm still 
checking, sir." 

"Then hurry up with it, will you?" Don said 
irritably. 

"I think you'd better do that, gorgeous man," Amber 
advised. "My bulb's in good order now." He literally 
wiped his hands on her breast as he released it and 
turned to the machine. A silently laughing Amber was 
replaced by a serious looking Don at the refrigerator 
door and so it was Don he saw when next the repair 
man looked up. 

"Yes, sir!" he said, "Let's shut the door and see what 
happens." He stood and, puzzled, looked around for 
Amber, but she was nowhere to be seen. And, of course, 
the replaced bulb worked perfectly. Don thanked him, 
paid him, and ushered him to the door. He was doubled 
up with laughter when he returned to the kitchen. "I 
bet that guy is, right now, wondering what sort of 
dream he's just had." 

"It was damn near a wet dream," Patty was laughing, 
too. 

"Did you see the bulge in his pants?" 

"No, but he wouldn't be human if it wasn't there," 
Don answered and opened his robe to demonstrate how 
human he was, himself. 

"Wow!" Patty exclaimed. "Is that for me or for Amber?" 

"I think Amber should have it, don't you? She's earned 
it." 

"I certainly did," Amber emerged from her hiding place, 
her freed breasts liberally streaked with grease from 
the repair man's hands. But she, too, was laughing. 
"Wasn't I a good little slave girl?" 

"That you were," Don said. "And, moreover, you still 
are but we've got to get you cleaned up, you're a 
mess." "He really was a boor, wasn't he," Amber said, 
"but you know? The fact that I would never, ever, have 
let him lay me, made it even more exciting that plus 
the fact that you two were listening to my tease." She 
considered Don's audacious extremity. "Now do I get 
to drink from the fountain again?" she asked eagerly. 

"Maybe," Don answered, "but two things have to happen 
before you can drink: you've got to be de-greased, and 
the fountain has got to spout inside your cave." 

"Oh, marvelous," Amber exclaimed and slipped a finger 
inside her G-string onto the entrance of her cave. He 
tossed his robe onto a chair and ordered, "Follow me, 
slave girl." And, penis swaying, he strode toward the 
bathroom, where he turned on the tap and let tepid 
water run into the tub. "Take off the shoes and skirt 
but not the G-string and climb in, slave girl," he said 
and handed her a bar of soap and wash cloth.

"Aren't you going to wash her yourself?" Patty, who 
had come with them, asked. 

"No, I want to watch her do it." He lowered the toilet 
lid, sat on it, his feet flat on the floor, and leaned 
back with his hands behind his head. "Now, slave girl," 
he said, "clean the titties." 

"May I?" Patty, who still wore her robe, asked and, 
without waiting for an answer, seated herself on the 
floor between Don's legs and began fondling his 
erection. Don did not object. 

Amber stretched herself out in the tub, keeping only 
her head above water. Then, sitting up for Don to see 
her, she soaped her breasts, squeezing them, pushing 
them together, and pinching their nipples so the 
buttons stood proudly firm. Even with that thorough 
treatment, some grease remained, but rougher 
application of the cloth quickly eliminated all trace 
of the repair man's grubby paws. 

"It was delightful watching that cleansing," Don 
remarked. 

"And this slave girl enjoys being watched while she 
bathes," Amber grinned, stepping out of the tub and 
applying a towel to her backside.

"Are you sure the slave deserves this? Just because she 
let a service man grope her?" Patty asked plaintively. 
She rolled his glans between her thumb and two fingers. 

"Of course she does!" He stood, took Amber's body in 
his arms, and pressed her full breasts against his 
chest before dropping to his knees and dragging the wet 
G-string to her ankles. He promptly separated the folds 
concealing her "cave" and placed his tongue on the 
Lilliputian sentry guarding it. 

"Oh! That's very nice!" Amber sighed and, leaning over, 
put her hands on his cheeks. 

But Don had no intention of proceeding with 
cunnilingus. Instead, he stood, clasped her breasts, 
and gave each nipple a single lick. "Come with me!" he 
said hoarsely and marched away. She almost 
unconsciously slipped on the super-high heels he had 
provided for her before trailing after him. In the 
living room, he threw a pillow from the couch on the 
soft carpet and urgently told her to sit on it and then 
lie down. Thus properly positioned, she opened wide her 
legs and spread the aperture to the cavity within her 
in anticipation of his entry. 

Don stood above the naked woman and admired her long 
curvaceous legs, smooth belly, and flattened though 
still swelling bosom. 

"She's really quite beautiful, isn't she?" Patty 
commented.

"She's very beautiful," he agreed. "Almost too 
beautiful to fuck."

"No woman's that beautiful," Patty said. "Fuck her!" 
Don knelt between Amber's legs, held his fully rigid 
penis in his hand, and teased her exposed clitoris with 
its tip. Her body quivered and, with a moan, she lifted 
her body to meet him. Slowly, then, he inserted his 
instrument until it was completely absorbed by her 
pliant flesh. Only then did he initiate the in and out 
motion that would produce the friction necessary to 
release the fluid stored in his testicles, a release 
that swiftly followed. 

It was a magnificent orgasm for Don, one that seemed 
literally to drain, not only the semen, but the energy 
from his body. Amber, however, though she trembled 
beneath him, had not experienced the corresponding 
release and Don wanted that for her. Gently, he 
withdrew his wilted penis and, flattening himself on 
the floor, replaced it with his tongue. 

The taste of his own ejaculate was new to him and he 
was not certain he liked it very much, but that did not 
deter him from urgently licking and sucking her blood-
filled clitoris, an action that almost immediately 
caused her to scream and buck against his mouth before 
gradually subsiding into limp rapture.

After Amber had dressed, gathered up the slave-girl 
costume (which Don insisted belonged to her), and 
left, Patty and Don retired to their marital bed, 
where he brought Patty to a towering climax by 
cunnilingus. 


[The Man, His Wife, and Her Friend] 

"Amber's been evicted from her apartment," Patty 
announced some weeks later. 

"What a shame. What's she going to do?" 

"Look for something else, I suppose. We could help her 
if we want to, though." 

"How's that?" 

"She could come live with us," Patty replied. 

"We don't have an extra room," Don protested. "Where 
would we put her?" 

"It would give us an excuse to buy the king-sized bed 
we've always wanted. Then she could sleep with us," 
Patty smiled conspiratorially. 

"I think you're playing a game with me," Don 
countered. 

"Not at all. Wouldn't you like to sleep every night 
with a naked woman on each side of you?" 

"Well..." 

"Of course you would! The only problem you'd have would 
be deciding which one us to fuck!" 

"I could live with that problem," Don grinned. 

So Amber moved in with Don and Patty. After, on her 
own initiative, she began dressing as a slave girl 
every evening upon coming home from work. Don 
confiscated the G-string so her blond-haired groin 
wouldn't be hidden from his view. A few days later he 
repossessed the tit tassels, and the quarter-cup 
brassiere soon vanished also, leaving her with only the 
tassel skirt and high heeled shoes to decorate her 
voluptuous body.

Don decided he thoroughly enjoyed having a virtually 
naked woman around the house. He found no dearth of 
opportunity to fondle her and when, on rare occasions, 
he passed one by, she would pout and shake her bare 
breasts in his face until he took them in his hands 
and/or sucked their nipples (which always seemed to be 
erect). 

Patty's prediction that he would have to decide daily 
whether to lay Amber or his wife proved correct. At 
first he tried to make both of them before all three 
succumbed to sleep but that soon became not only 
physically but emotionally impossible. In fact, keeping 
two horny women sexually satisfied was a full-time job. 
If, for instance, he screwed Amber on Monday and Patty 
on Tuesday, by Wednesday Amber would be clambering for 
his penis, and vice versa. 

In the beginning Patty applauded Amber's decision to 
stay naked even when they weren't in bed. She was 
excited by the sexual electricity it produced at even 
the most mundane times almost as much as Don did. But 
she soon discovered that she was in competition with 
Amber for his attention, for her friend aggressively 
flaunted her nudity, demonstrating not only her 
availability but her urgent desire to be laid at any 
and every moment. And Don made no attempt to resist 
the temptation. 

So Patty began wearing only the transparent bra though 
which her pointed nipples protruded, along with the G-
string, which appeared black because of her lush public 
hair visible through it. She considered her legs to be 
one of her best features and she emphasized them by 
wearing the high-heeled mules Don had bought for her. 
Thus, whenever Amber waved her much larger breasts at 
her friend's husband, Patty would stretch forth a leg 
and trail her fingers over her thigh. The competition 
between them became intense. 

Ultimately Don decided enough was enough. He was 
simultaneously massaging Patty's vulva through its 
filmy covering and nuzzling one of Amber's breasts when 
he abruptly said, "This has got to stop, ladies. Both 
of you are sex bombs I know it and you know it. Neither 
of you has to prove that she is sexier than the other. 
So I think it's time for you to start wearing clothes, 
regular clothes. When I want you naked, I'll let you 
know." 

"But I like being naked," Amber pouted. 

Don patted one of her swelling breasts and said, "I 
know you do, but you'll be my obedient slave girl and 
wear clothes, nevertheless. Run along now, both of you, 
and put something on. When you come back, we'll talk 
about all this." 

The women returned. Amber wore a brightly colored silk 
muumuu that, though loose, nevertheless clung to her 
full bosom. Patty, more demure, had donned a simple 
light blue cotton house dress whose short skirt did not 
reach her knees. Both of them were barefooted. 

"These last few weeks have been extraordinary," Don 
began. "Patty, you always were sexy as hell, but now 
you've turned into a virtual nymphomaniac! And, Amber, 
maybe you've always been sex-crazed, I don't know. But 
what I do know is that I can't keep up with the two of 
you. Don't get me wrong. I want to keep up with you, 
but I simply can't. "So I have a solution to propose, 
actually two solutions. The first is the obvious one, 
that you begin pleasuring each other when I'm here to 
watch and when I'm not. For all I know, you've been 
doing that all along, but if so, it clearly hasn't been 
sufficient." 

"It's not the same thing," Patty said, "and, besides, 
I'm not really bi-sexual and certainly not a lesbian." 

"Neither am I," Amber chimed in, "though I'm more bi-
sexual than she is, I think. Your wife is one sexy 
woman!" 

"That's about the way I read it, too," Don said 
thoughtfully, "and that's why I have a second 
suggestion, which doesn't necessarily replace the first 
one, but supplements it. 

"Most men would give their eye teeth to be in my shoes. 
And I know several who would be more than happy fill 
them on occasion. You see what I'm proposing: what if I 
get some of my friends to come around and service one 
or both of you from time to time?" 

Slightly shocked, Patty and Amber looked at each other 
for a moment and then broke out in broad grins. Don 
had his answer. Nothing more was said, but that night 
they had the wildest sex they had enjoyed for many 
days. Don even ejaculated into both of their slippery 
vaginas before he drifted off to sleep with a different 
woman's leg wrapped around each of his and four warm 
breasts pressed against his body. 

**

The next evening Don came home to find both his wife 
and his slave girl dressed. "Tomorrow morning," he told 
them, "you will have a visitor. His name is Travis. He 
knows there are two of you, but I told him he could 
only have one this time. So you may decide which of you 
Travis will fuck. Whoever is designated will have no 
need to seduce him, of course, but she might pretend, 
if she wants to, in order to add a little spice. I look 
forward to the observer's report!" 

When Don left the next morning his two women were 
still asleep, naked in the big bed. When he returned in 
the evening he found them, dressed, preparing dinner in 
the kitchen. Without preamble, he asked, "Ok, which of 
you had the honor?" 

"I did," Amber said with unusual shyness. 

"In that case, Patty, tell me what happened. I want 
all the lurid details." 

"With pleasure!" Patty replied. 

"First," Don intervened, "How did you settle on 
Amber?" 

"We couldn't decide at first because both of us wanted 
the 'honor,' as you put it, so we simply tossed a coin 
and she won. And then we planned how we would act. I 
won't tell you about the plan. Instead I'll report what 
actually happened. "When the door bell rang, I answered 
it. Travis was a nice looking man, a little younger 
than I expected and somewhat timid. He wouldn't look me 
in the eye, for instance. 

"I said, 'Oh, you must be Travis! Come in. There's a 
beautiful woman here who desperately needs to be 
screwed!' "I boldly took his hand and led him into the 
living room, where Amber lay on the couch totally 
naked, except for her stiletto heels. 'Amber, Travis is 
here to fuck you,' I said. 

"She stretched her body and stood, holding her huge 
breasts out toward him. "Oooooh, Travis,' she said 
seductively, 'I'm soooo glad you're here! My boobies 
ache for your lips. Please suck them... please.' 'He 
didn't need any more urging, but eagerly held her 
breasts in his hands and bounced them up and down, 
telling her he liked big tits like these, before he 
sucked each of them, rather thoroughly, I must say. 

"'I simply sat down and watched from then on. After 
accepting Amber's initial offering, he took complete 
charge, forcing her to her knees where he told her to 
stay while he got out of his clothes. His penis was 
erect of course! -- rather short but thick and I could 
imagine how it would stretch Amber's cunt when it 
entered her. "He entered her, alright, but not her 
cunt. He pushed his tool into her face, ordered her to 
open her mouth, and held her head tightly while she 
gobbled it." 

"It was quite a mouthful, too," Amber interjected. 

"Did you swallow his come?" Don asked. 

"He didn't come in my mouth," Amber answered. 

"No," Patty resumed, "I could tell he was about to 
from the way his face looked, but he pulled out, made 
her get on all fours, and fucked her from behind. (You 
know, there's something inherently ludicrous about a 
man humping a woman that way!) His fingers were dug 
into her bottom and his head was thrown back while he 
pumped away in her cunt. 

"Then he leaned over, reached around and grabbed her 
enormous breasts, which, naturally, were dangling down 
toward the floor, without missing a stroke. He didn't 
let her tits loose even when he came. In fact, it 
looked to me as though he might yank them right off her 
chest, he pulled on them so hard." 

"Did it hurt?" Don asked. 

"A little," Amber re plied, "but I was so busy coming I 
couldn't have cared less." 

"So what happened then?" 

"He slipped out and Amber crumpled onto the floor. He 
held his still stiff shiny penis in his hand and looked 
at me quizzically, obviously wanting to stick it into 
me, too. But I just smiled and shook my head. So he put 
his clothes back on. "I accompanied him to the door, 
where he blatantly looked me over from head to toe, 
pausing to stare at my chest and between my legs. I 
should prepare for him to fuck me the next time, he 
said. I told him I'd really like that. I was hot as a 
pistol, let me tell you! But whether or not there would 
be a next time was up to Don." 

"Do you want there to be a 'next time,'" Don asked. 

Patty paused before answering, "Yes, but with someone 
else. I'm certain it would be wonderful to be fucked by 
Travis, but it would be a mistake for any one man to 
become a 'regular' with Amber and/or me."

"She's right," Amber agreed. "You're our 'regular' and 
Patty and I agree we want to keep it t hat way. The 
others I'm assuming now there will be others are gravy. 
I had a fabulous orgasm with Travis, but I really don't 
want him again. Variety is the spice of life, you 
know." 

"That's a wise decision," Don said, "but you have to 
recognize that I might have some trouble finding a new 
man for you every day. Inevitably there will have to be 
some repeats." 

"Oh, Don!" Patty exclaimed. "How insatiable do you 
think we are? As long as you keep laying us, we'd be 
happy with a 'new' man just once a week." 

"That's probably too often, even," Amber put in. "Once 
a month would be quite enough." 

"How about if we agreed on once every two weeks?" Don 
asked. "I know enough horny men for that kind of 
schedule." 

"Fine," said Amber. "Agreed," said Patty. 

"I must say that I'm delighted that neither my wife nor 
my slave girl were seduced away by handsome Travis." 

Amber and Patty both laughed and Amber said, "Heavens! 
So he's nice looking. Big deal! All he is, really, is a 
stiff dick. And we get that from you every day." 

Don touched the front of his trousers. "If truth be 
known," he smiled, "you've got it right now. Let's all 
strip and put it to good use." And so they did.