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Date: Mon, 23 Oct 1995 20:15:46 GMT
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I did not write this. The author is an332173@anon.penet.fi (Lucky Man)

CROSSINGS, (M/F, M/M+/F, FF, MF/F, wife, sluts) (1/17)

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Crossings, Chapter One

My wife Susan, a thirty-five year-old mother of twins, is simply the
most amazing person I know. She works as an executive for a large
advertising company during the day. At night, she is the most
vivacious, interesting, exciting person I have ever met. During our
seventeen years of marriage, we both graduated from college, gained
great jobs, and sent our two children off to college.

Since we had children at an early age, accomplishing what we have
accomplished has not always been easy, but it has been worth it. Now
that our children are at college and we have more time together, we
decided we would put our needs first for a change and that is how our
new found freedom began.

One night, after making love, I decided to ask Susan about her
fantasies. It was not easy since Susan, while a great lover, is very
shy about such things. I had to move slowly. I asked her if there was
anything that she would like to do sexually that we had not yet done.
To my surprise, she said she would like to get a makeover, dress-up in
provocative clothes, and have me pick her up at a bar. The thought
excited me, but we put it aside because of our careers-or at least I
thought it was. Two weeks later, I found out differently.

I was out of town on business and called my wife to let her know I had
arrived safely at my destination. Susan was relieved because she
always worried about my flying so frequently. During our conversation,
she brought up her fantasy again while I listened intently to her
plans. Susan said on the day I was to return, she would get the
makeover, purchase the outfit she wanted to wear and would meet me at
the airport bar. Needless to say, I was very excited and could not
wait to get home. I didn't know what to expect, but I was sure happy.

I finished my work in near record time then telephoned to inform Susan
of my arrival time the next day. That night, I could hardly go to
sleep with all the possible images of Susan filling my head. It took
all the strength I had to keep from masturbating at the flood of
intense images. I finally drifted off to sleep. I dreamt about the
activities of the next day.

The flight home was uneventful but when we got into the area, a snow
storm forced a weather hold. An announcement in the cabin told us that
we would be no later than an hour late as they cleared the runways and
taxiways. I was nearly exploding with anticipation and then this
happens! Talk about sweet denial. I was beside myself.

Finally, the plane landed, and I made my way to the airport bar. I
looked at every woman in the bar but did not see my wife. I figured
she was late because of the weather and decided to call home to see if
she had even left. I got the answering machine meaning Susan was
either on her way or stuck in this areas legendary traffic. I went
back to the bar and ordered a beer but my wife was not there. After I
finished my beer, I decided to check out the larger restaurant/bar on
the main concourse.

I walked into the bar and was immediately struck by the sight of this
absolute knockout of a woman sitting at the bar talking to two men
dressed in business suits. Could this possibly be Susan? It did not
look like her. This woman was wearing bright red high heels, white
lace stockings, a red leather mini-skirt, and a red leather jacket.
She looked like a model. Her dark brown hair cascaded down her back
and in front, framed her face in curls. Her hair style reminded me of
a wild animal—a lioness. As I stood staring, she turned my way. I was
shocked to find that the woman was indeed Susan. I could barely
contain the bulge in my pants.

She shot me a shocked look, but managed to motion me to a table
nearby. As I sat watching the three of them talk I noticed Susan
looked more raw and excited than I had seen her since we married. I
noticed the other persons in the bar staring at her as she talked with
the two persons and sipped her drink. The waitress serving my table
came to take my order and returned with a beer and a note. The note,
clearly written before Susan arrived at the airport, naturally was
from my spouse.

"It's so good to see you, my love. I hope you don't mind that I'm not
rushing over to give you a huge welcome home kiss and a rub of the
bulge in your pants, but I have been thinking and there is more to
this fantasy than I have let on. You see, I want to be picked up by
another man at a bar. This has no bearing on our marriage and my love
for you. I hope you understand. If you understand, please stay, watch,
and order a shot of Jack Daniel's to signify your understanding. If
you don't understand, please leave now and I will follow you."

Stunned, I did not know what to think. How long had she been feeling
such things? How dare she do this to me in a public place? How far was
she going to go with this fantasy? I thought it was for me!

I sat and stewed over those questions. Just as I was getting up to
leave, I looked at my wife and saw a look of complete disappointment
on her face. I have always been a very open person when it came to
sex, but in all our years together I never cheated. I have had
opportunities, but I never did anything. But, the look of
disappointment on her face was enough to shock all the anger out of
me. I never saw anyone who looked so good look so disappointed. I
motioned for the waitress and ordered a shot of Jack Daniel's.

The table Susan motioned me to was in such a position to give me a
clear view of the three of them at the bar. I took my shot of Jack
Daniel's and looked at Susan. The look of disappointment had left,
now. In its place was the look of a lioness on the prowl.

As they ordered another round of drinks, I noticed that two persons
had begun touching my wife's hair and letting their arms rest on her
back. They were laughing and clearly getting along very well. After
another round of drinks—with me not knowing what to think sitting
alone at a table—she got up to excuse herself and gave each man a kiss
on the cheek and let her hand stray to their crotches. As she turned
to leave, every head in the place turned to watch my wife. As she
passed my table, she dropped something on the floor.

"Miss, you dropped this." I said.

"I don't need it," said my spouse. "But you might want to read it,"
she whispered as she left for the women's room.

"My dearest husband, thank you. I was very afraid that you might think
less of me if I told you about my fantasy. I am so relieved you
understand. Please, finish your drink, and I'll be home later tonight
to tell you all about it."

Now, she was telling me to leave? After I thought about it, it made
sense. My anger abated. Replacing anger was a different emotion:
Erotic feelings fed by different visions; visions of her making love
to another man. I was getting excited and decided to take a cab home.

Susan, thinking ahead, had a precooked meal ready for my arrival. As I
ate, all I could think about was Susan. As had happened last night, I
enjoyed the most erotic visions I had ever had. I could not wait for
Susan to get home.

I had been asleep on the couch for a couple of hours when I awoke
because of a noise outside. Susan had returned. I got up and rushed to
the door to meet her. There she was. All 5' 9", 35-24-34, 115 pounds
of her. She looked flushed, but still impeccable. Everything about her
was perfectly in place. I wondered if she had gone through with her
fantasy?

As I kissed her, she gave my crotch a stroke and said, "Go downstairs
and wait for me."

I obliged. She arrived downstairs, still dressed to kill, with a video
tape that she inserted into the VCR. I looked around the room for our
video camera but could not find it. Had she made a tape of the event?
As the tape started, I could tell shooting took place in a local
hotel—I mean, hotel rooms are hotel rooms. The two men and my wife had
entered the room then my wife instructed them to sit down and make
themselves comfortable. Susan tuned in a rock music station on the
radio in the room then asked one of the men to dance.

My wife leaned over, kissed me gently, and said, "Now, it starts."

As we kissed, Susan stroked my crotch.

The man joined my wife at the foot of the bed and started to move with
her. As they danced, the other man joined in from behind my wife. The
first man moved his hands to Susan's waist and they kissed; slowly at
first, then very, very hard. I could see their tongues probing their
mouths. The man behind Susan reached around Susan and lightly touched
her breasts through her leather jacket. She then told the two men to
sit down and watch.

Susan, dancing wildly to the music, slowly removed her jacket
revealing a white, strapless leather low-cut top. Her hair was flying
as she danced. Next, she slowly undid the snaps of her leather top.
Beneath the top, Susan wore a black, strapless half bra that left some
of her areolae exposed. The two men's eyes were popping out and I
noticed they each had huge bulges in their pants. While doing her
strip tease, Susan reached over to each man and stroked their cocks
through their pants. She then asked them to remove their clothes. They
each removed their clothes very quickly while my wife let her hands
cup her breasts then moved to under her skirt where she put a finger
in her vagina. She teased the two men.

"Wanna taste?" She asked as she licked her finger.

I sat stunned. In fact, she wouldn't even kiss me after I had eaten
her. This was a new Susan and I was loving it.

The two men, one tall with black hair, the other medium height with a
touch of gray, each licked her finger then begged her to take off her
remaining clothes. She obliged, but at her own pace. As she danced,
she wiggled out of the red leather mini skirt to reveal her white
stockings, white garter, and a white g-string. She turned, faced
directly at where she had hidden the camera and said, "Hey, do you
like what you see?"

Clearly, her question was for me, but the guys said, "Sure! Show
more."

She licked her lips seductively then turned to face the two men. She
danced over to one of them who reached up and pulled her toward him.
As the two of them kissed, the other man started feeling Susan's ass
then tried to undo her bra.

"Not until I'm ready," protested Susan.

She turned and gave the offending man a huge smile then with one
smooth motion, took his cock into her mouth.

"Are you angry?" Susan asked me as we sat on the couch,

"No, Sue, I'm not angry at all, in fact, if you'll notice my pants,
I'm quite excited. I never knew you had this in you." I replied.

"I didn't either until you asked me about it the other day." Susan
said as she gave my cock another stroke through my pants.

On the television, I saw a scene of sexual abandon. Susan stopped
sucking the shorter man's cock, then turned to them and asked them to
stand. Susan then dropped to her knees, faced the camera, smiled and
licked both of their cocks from tip to base. The taller mans cock was
huge—much bigger than my seven inches. The other mans cock was a
little shorter and quite thin. She continued to alternate her
attentions on their cocks for a little while longer. The sight of my
wife, on her knees, dressed in white lingerie with red shoes, red
lips, and red fingernails stroking and sucking their cocks was too
much to bear. I pulled my cock out. My wife didn't miss a beat. She
started to slowly stroke my cock but then motioned me to look at the
action on the screen.

The action paused for a moment as my wife walked toward the camera,
got something then came back to the two men. She paused and as the
radio played a hard rock song then told the men to masturbate for her.
As they masturbated, Susan continued her strip tease. She was throwing
her head wildly from side to side all the while slowly removing her
bra. The look on the faces of the men was one of complete fascination
as my horny wife undressed before them. She turned to face the camera
and let her bra fall to the floor. Susan has a beautiful body and has
spent plenty of time working out to keep herself in good shape. We
have two kids but you wouldn't know that to look at her. Her body is
as firm and soft as any eighteen year-old. In keeping herself in shape
she has also managed to cheat aging. Susan is routinely asked to
present identification when we order drinks on our nights out. Now,
these men were going to see Susan naked. I was beside myself with
passion as I sat next to Susan.

On the screen, Susan turned to face the men. Their jaws dropped when
they saw my wife's beautiful tits. She moved closer to them and each
man felt a breast while my wife stroked their cocks. The look on
Susan's face was one of ecstasy as the men, the shorter one first,
followed by the taller one, sucked on her breasts.

The music was still going strong and Susan regained a bit of her
composure as she told the men to continue masturbating.

Susan continued her strip tease by sitting on a chair then spread her
legs wide. As she did so, she slid her hand under the waist of her g-
string then to her pussy. As she watched the men masturbate, Susan
slowly slid off her g-string and masturbated a bit for the men. She
motioned for the taller one to come over then led him down between her
legs. He began to lick her for all he was worth. Susan was now moaning
with each deep breath. I could tell she was nearing orgasm.

"Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't stop. Eat me. Eat me!" Susan said in a
rhythmic pattern.

Her body stiffened and she bucked her hips wildly against the mans
face. Her hands grasped his head as she came in waves. The man between
her legs got up and kissed Susan deeply. Susan took his cock in her
hand then slid a condom over its length. She motioned to the man still
on the bed masturbating to come over to the chair. As she slid a
condom over his cock, she placed his cock at her mouth then the man
plunged his cock into her mouth. The taller man then bent over and
placed his sheathed cock at the lips of my wife's swollen, wet pussy.
Susan stopped sucking cock just long enough to say, "Fuck me hard."

As the huge cock slowly entered Susan, she began to press her hips
forward. I could not believe what I was watching. My wife, a mother of
two had a cock in her mouth and one in her pussy. It was incredible.
After a slow start, the taller man was now filling my wife with his
cock on each stroke. The shorter man now straddled my wife's face and
started fucking my wife's mouth as if there were no tomorrow.

Soon the taller man started bucking wildly into my wife. It was clear
he was going to come soon as Susan matched each stroke. She lost
concentration on the cock she was sucking. The cock came out of her
mouth with an audible pop. The man straddling my wife's face now knelt
beside her chair and started sucking on her nipples. The shorter man's
sucking on her nipples was all it took to drive my wife over the edge
again. She came in a tremendous orgasm. Shortly after, the taller man
came in a violent scene of grunting and humping. The taller man
dismounted my wife. The shorter man took his place in my wife's cunt.
As they were fucking, the men picked up my wife and placed her on the
bed. It was quite an athletic move but not a stroke was lost. The
fucking grew fast and furious. My wife asked the taller man to put on
a fresh rubber and fill her mouth with his cock. In short order, my
wife again had two cocks in her at once. Getting a blow job from my
beautiful wife was working. The mans cock was coming back to life. My
wife was unable to get the entire cock in her mouth.

The fucking again grew faster but Susan stopped it by asking if the
men would mind doing her a favor. The taller of the two went to the
bathroom then returned with a tube of K-Y jelly. Susan asked the man
to lubricate his fingers and finger fuck her asshole as the other man
fucked her. Again, I didn't know what to think. Was this my Susan?
First being filled with two cocks and now wanting to be finger fucked
in the ass while the other guy fucked her pussy? Susan and I had never
approached the subject of anal sex. I thought about it but decided
against it since my wife was so shy about anything to do with sex. It
was as if she were another person. I did not know her, but I knew her.
She was stroking my cock as the scene was unfolding on the television.
It had to be her.

The two fucking on the bed switched positions. My wife climbed on top
of the shorter man. Susan's vagina swallowed the man's cock to the
balls as they began fucking. Susan bent forward then kissed the
shorter man. She asked him to suck her tits like he did earlier.
Susan's position also gave the taller man better access to her
asshole. The taller man lubricated his finger and smeared some grease
on my wife's anus. Slowly he plunged one finger in her ass then began
to move it and out as he stroked his cock with his free hand. My wife
gasped as the sensations swept over her. She breathlessly exclaimed,
"God, this feels fantastic!"

With those words, the man fingering my wife inserted another finger in
my wife that prompted my wife to say, "Fuck me with your cock up my
ass. I want two of you fucking me at the same time!"

Susan did not have to ask twice as the taller man smeared lubricant on
his still sheathed, hard cock. My wife asked him to go very slowly and
be extremely gentle because she did not know what to expect. The man
said not to worry and with that began probing the head of his cock
around my wife's anus. Slowly the man's huge cock entered her virgin
anal cavity. Susan looked apprehensive but slowly began a fucking
motion. Soon her motion increased in intensity. My wife was fucking
two cocks at once and loving every inch of it. She was hotter than I
had ever seen her, had done things I never dreamed she would do, and
was doing something I had only seen in XXX rated movies.

As they were fucking, my wife asked the man fucking her in the ass to
reach around and play with her clit. As he played with her clit,
Susan's motions became more intense. As she became more intense, the
men started fucking back—hard. Sweat and heat, emanated from this
sex-charged scene. The man in my wife's cunt said he was going to
come. The man in my wife's asshole said he was going to come. My wife
yelled, "Come, come! I'm coming, too!"

After their orgasms, the three of kissed and laid spent on the bed.
Soon the two men dressed, gave my wife their phone numbers, then each
kissed Susan at the door as they left. Susan then turned to the camera
and said, "See you, soon, lover."

As the tape came to an end, my wife started sucking on my cock with an
abandon that I have never seen in her. She was slurping and swallowing
the thing whole. My head was spinning with a horniness I hadn't
experienced since my teens. Sensing that I was going to come soon, my
wife looked up at me and asked me if I liked what I saw on the tape. I
said we'd talk later because right then I wanted to fuck.  It was
three in the morning when we finished fucking and I while I felt I
could go more, my wife was quite sore. We fell asleep and awoke at 1pm
the next day.

Was last night real? Was it a dream? I went downstairs and viewed a
part of the tape again. It was real and while I enjoyed what I saw, I
didn't know what the new sexual adventures meant to my wife and to our
lives together.

Susan was positively glowing that afternoon as we ate brunch. She
looked just as beautiful as she looked last night and I loved her more
than ever but I had to know what this meant. I asked the question,
"What did last night mean?"

"It means that I love you more than ever. It means that nothing has
changed between us. It means I am not afraid of my desires. I was just
afraid I would hurt your feelings." Susan explained.

"When you looked at me at the bar with hurt in your eyes, Susan, I
knew you really wanted to do what you did. I admit that even now, I
still don't believe some of the things you did, but I am just happy
you're happy." I answered.

Susan leaned across the table and we kissed.

*********

Crossings, Chapter Two

In the days that followed, I could not keep my hands off my wife. We
were charged with sexual energy and we fucked like we had done before
the kids came. It was great. We were fucking about four times daily.
On weekends, fucking was non-stop. One day, my wife called-in sick,
but I couldn't stay with her because of an important meeting I had to
attend. I came home as early as I could and found Susan with a big
smile on her face.

"Why the big smile, Sue?" I asked.

"I've been reading your old Penthouse magazines and I found something
I'd like to try in one of the columns." She replied.

Immediately I began to wonder what was going on? Would she have
another wild fantasy? I couldn't wait to hear!

"What is it?" I asked, my curiosity piqued by another erotic vision.

"This is going to sound to stupid but I read it is possible to put a
condom on with my mouth and I want to try it with you. It is supposed
to be very erotic and in the column it said it feels really good too.
You'll enjoy it." Susan answered.

"Okay, I'm up for it, when do you want to try?" I asked with a smile.

"How about right now?" Susan asked looking up to me with those big
brown eyes.

Sure!" I laughed as a jolt of pleasure went through my cock.

Little did I know but this was going to be a very important part of
our lives as time went on. She practiced until she got the hang of it.
She was right. It did feel great.

About two months after the bar pickup, with Susan and I still fucking
like rabbits, Susan asked, "What is your fantasy?"

"Fantasy...," I stuttered. "After viewing that tape, I doubt I have a
fantasy."

"Come on," she prodded.

"Do you really want to know, Sue?" I asked.

"Sure. It's just a fantasy, right?" She replied.

Ever since I started reading Penthouse in the early seventies, the
thing I always looked forward to was the girl-girl pictorials. Somehow
they mostly seemed innocent, gentle, tender, and incredibly erotic. I
spent many nights just dreaming of what it would be like to actually
watch two women making love.

"Well, I don't think you're going like this, Susan," I said, thinking
about the consequences.

"Tell me, please," she pleaded.

"Two things, Sue. One, I would like to be with you when you fuck two
guys as you did a while back. I think it would be great to be there
and share it with you. I would make it three guys. Two, I would like
to watch two women making love," I said, embarrassed.

Sue thought for a moment and answered, "The first one, I would love.
The second one, I don't know about. Where would we find two women?"

"Well, I was actually hoping it would be you and another woman," I
answered, trying to conceal my embarrassment.

"You know I've been reading your old Penthouse magazines and I find
the all women pictorials to be very intense. I've even masturbated
over a couple of issues," she replied. "But I do not know about me
actually picking up a women. For starters, where would I find one? I'm
not going to place an ad in the personals because I find that too
frightening. About the only place I can think of is going to a lesbian
bar to try to get picked up and I'm not sure I could do that."

"I understand. It's okay," I said.

"No, no. I want to do it, but I can't work out where to find a girl. I
have thought about it, too, you know?" she said matter of factly.

"No, I didn't know, but I've got an idea," I said.

The idea was really simple. We would go down south to the beach, where
we knew we knew no one. Before I married Susan, while serving in the
Navy and stationed at the beach, I had mistakenly tried to go into a
lesbian bar only shooed away by the door keeper. At least I knew the
location of one lesbian bar. Susan liked the idea—especially that we
would be out of town. I was surprised given her earlier response. We
made plans to go down to the beach in two weeks for a week to see what
happened.

The next two weeks, the fantasy developed further. I wanted to have a
video record of the whole thing from the seduction to actual fucking.
The thought of the seduction was particularly intriguing. It brought
back memories of my watching Susan at the bar with the two men. I was
like a madman in bed. Susan was like a madwoman. We were charged and
ready to go. The only problem was getting the video record.

I looked in a number of different catalogs to find miniature video
cameras and even found a store in our area that specialized in such
things. Unfortunately, while the video cameras were small, those in my
price range did not yield enough quality to be satisfactory. Finally,
I settled on a very small Hi-8 camera. Susan bought a purse just big
enough to hold the camera, two extra tapes, an extra battery, and her
wallet. I modified the purse to hold the camera securely and cut a
hole big enough for the lens. We tested it and it appeared to work
fine; it weighed just about as much as Susan's normal purse. I found
two long life batteries. We were set.

The day before we left, Susan went out and bought new clothes for our
trip. She wouldn't let me see the clothes saying they were a surprise.
God, how I love this woman. The next morning we left for the beach. We
arrived at the beach early in the afternoon and checked in to our
hotel. The plan was for Sue to get a recommendation on a salon from
the concierge then go get her hair done.

Sue left at around three for her hair appointment and came back about
three hours later with her hair done exactly as it had been for her
fantasy trip to the airport. She teased me about it being girl's night
out and sent me down to the bar to wait for her. About half an hour
later, she came down and I had to do a triple take. As it was early,
the bar was nearly empty but as she approached me, the bartender asked
me if she was with me. I said she was and he said I was lucky—all the
time fighting to look away from her.

Susan really dressed to kill. She wore black thigh-high boots over
skin-tight black leather pants, a tight white tank top, no bra, a
black leather jacket, around her neck was a black cameo choker, and
her makeup was perfect. I did not look out of place because I was
wearing blue jeans and a leather jacket. Additionally, I have long
hair. The bartender asked if we in the music business. Apparently we
looked the part of a rock and roll couple.

After drinks, we decided to check out some of the local seafood haunts
that mark the area. During dinner, it was obvious that all the men in
the place were looking at Susan. Sue remarked that she was getting
very dirty looks from the other women. I was eating it up. As I used
to say when I was in the Navy, "You are one fuckable lady."

Susan grinned and said we better get going because it was it was
already nine and she had some hunting to do.

Susan went to the women's room while I paid the check. Sue met me at
the door and we drove off. The plan was for Sue to drop me off at the
hotel where I would bounce off the walls for a few hours. I decided
I'd rather hear some music and I would go back to the hotel later,
hopefully to watch some video. We kissed as Sue dropped me off at one
of my old haunts saying, "Have fun."

"Good hunting, my lioness," I said.

She smiled as she drove away into the night.

I don't know what's worse: sitting in a hotel room waiting for magic,
or sitting in a bar listening to a band playing bad covers of metal
songs. I kept thinking that when I was a few years younger, I would
have been right into this stuff. After a few drinks, things didn't
seem that bad and I actually started having fun. At about midnight, I
left the bar and started back to the hotel. Along the way, I noted how
the sights had not really changed that much at the beach. Sure, there
were new buildings, but the basic thing was still the same: This was a
party town and people came here to party. As I thought that, I
quickened my pace for the hotel. I had a party to attend, or so I
hoped.

I didn't know what to expect when I got back to our room, so I was
very quiet when I entered. Who knows, I might have stumbled into
something great? Well, that wasn't the case. I found myself alone. I
decided to take a shower then watch TV while I was waiting. The shower
felt great and I settled in to watch a movie on TV. Sometime during
the movie, I fell asleep and woke up the next morning still alone.
Something must have happened, but it wasn't in the plan for Susan to
stay out all night. Immediately, I got worried. This game we were
playing suddenly appeared very dangerous. I glanced at the phone and
noticed the message light was blinking. I dialed the operator and was
relieved to find that the message was from Susan. The message said
that Susan was fine and that she would be back at around nine. That's
all the message said. Susan and I would have to talk about her going
out alone. I did not want to lose my wife at the hands of some nut. I
ordered breakfast for two from room service, took a shower and waited.

Breakfast arrived shortly after I got out of the shower. I tipped the
room service waitress and sat down to eat. About five minutes into
breakfast, Susan arrived, looking quite tired, but great nonetheless.
She said she was sorry about staying out all night but she drank too
much and did not want to drive. I thanked her for leaving the message
and said I worried about her until I got the message. She bent over,
kissed me on the cheek and said that if we ever do anything like this
again, we had to make better plans. I asked here where she spent the
night. "You'll see," she said with a big grin.

Sue said she wanted to take a shower and that she would eat when she
got out. I asked if I could be of help. She said no, but that I should
get the camera out of her purse and set it up. Little did I know but
this was going to be the typical scenario of our exploits. It seemed
as if Susan got some thrill out of making me wait. Oh, well, I enjoyed
it, too.

After I set up the camera and connected it to the television, I
resumed eating breakfast. The phone rang. It was the front desk
calling to check on the television. Turns out they have an anti-theft
feature that alarms them if someone removes the cable connection. I
told them what I did and they said to call next time before I
disconnected the cable.

Susan emerged from the shower, hair wet, makeup gone, and hungry as
hell. She said that she thought she had eaten enough to fill her for a
week. She winked and started in.

After breakfast, she inserted the first tape and hit play. The tape
started with Susan in the car in the parking lot of the bar I told her
about.

"Well, here goes, honey," Susan said.

With that she got out of the car and walked toward the door. The music
from inside the bar could be heard on the tape being shot from
outside. She opened the door and walked in. She was greeted by the
"hostess"—not a very good looking woman who said, "Honey, you're not
going to like it in here."

Susan said, "Hmm, why is that?"

"This might not be your kind of bar. This is a bar where girls get
together," the hostess said.

"That's fine with me," Susan said. "I'm not looking for a man."

"Are you a lesbian?" Asked the hostess.

"I'm bi, but this is girls night out, if you know what I mean," Susan
said.

"Okay, but you look like a 'stick type. You might not like this place
that much," observed the hostess.

"Well, I'll just get a drink, look around and see if I make some
friends," added Susan.

"Fine by me, welcome," greeted the hostess.

Susan took a seat at the bar and proceeded to make some comments to
the camera.

"Can you see this?", she asked. "This place is really hopping but I'm
not too interested in the women here, babe."

After finishing her drink, she got up to leave but was stopped by a
rather large woman who asked Susan why she was rushing away. Susan
joked that she was tired and just stopped in for a drink. With that,
she went to the door and commented to the hostess, "I see what you
mean. Do you know of any places that I might like?"

The hostess gave her directions to a place near the beach.

Once in the car Susan said, "Sorry. That place was sleazy.

See you later."

She turned off the camera and drove to the other bar.

I turned to Susan and apologized. I told her the woman at the door
looked like the same person who stopped me, years earlier. Susan
laughed.

"Oh and one, honey," the TV said.

With that, Susan looked at the new bar and said, "Much nicer place."

Susan went inside and went straight to the bar. Before sitting down,
she spun slowly giving me a great look inside this bar. The bar
appeared to be really nice with nice looking women dressed quite well.
Susan sat at the bar and ordered a drink.

"You haven't been here before. Are you new in town?" Asked the male
bartender.

"I'm here on vacation and heard about this place from a friend,"
replied Susan.

"Funny time of the year to be taking a vacation, darling," said the
bartender.

"I don't like crowds that much," answered Susan.

"Me neither, but it's great money when the tourists show up.

Have fun," closed the bartender.

Susan stopped the camera at that point. She told me she stopped the
camera to save tape. Not ten minutes after she stopped the camera, she
was asked by a woman to dance. Susan accepted, but did not have time
to turn on the camera.

"Sorry, Mark," she apologized, "I was caught by surprise."

When the tape started again, seated next to Susan was a great looking
long haired blonde. They introduced themselves. The blonde's name was
Kristy. They left to dance several times, but Susan always made sure
to aim her purse at the dance floor. At first, their dancing looked
quite normal—just like you see at a straight bar when two women
danced. After a few drinks and a few songs, the Kristy playfully
grabbed Susan by the waist and did one hump on her leg. After the
song, they returned to the bar.

"Come join me at my table," said Kristy with a big, white toothed
smile.

"Okay," said Susan, "but first I have to go to the restroom."

In the stall, Susan checked the tape and found that it was near the
end. Susan changed the tape.

In our room, Susan got up and changed the tape here. She asked, "What
do you think of Kristy?"

"Nice, I said. Very nice."

"Yeah, but you haven't seen all of her, yet," Susan teased.

Susan returned to the table that was right next to the dance floor.
Kristy had taken the liberty to order another round of drinks.

"Here's the money for mine," offered Susan.

"No need. Tonight, you drink free," smiled Kristy, "They're on me."

What a line, I thought. Susan did, too. Susan just smiled and said,
"Watch the tape, Mark."

A slow song was playing and several couples went to the dance floor.

"Let's dance," asked Kristy.

"I don't know...," Susan said apprehensively.

Kristy leaned closer to Susan and said, "Don't worry. I know you're
new at this."

"How do you know that?" Asked Susan.

"I just have a feeling," answered Kristy, "are you bi, by any chance?"

"I think so, but I'm not sure. I mean, I have never been with a woman
before, but I know I love sex with men. Lately, I have caught myself
thinking about the women at work." Susan said with a gleam in her
eyes.

"I'm bi, too, Susan," added Kristy, "I come here really to relax and
dance someplace where I know I will only get hit on if I want to get
to hit on. I don't normally come here and hit on women, but when I saw
you, something clicked and told me to at least be friendly."

"Thanks. I appreciate it. I'll dance, now," Susan said playfully.

As Susan and Kristy moved toward each other on the dance floor, I
noticed that Susan had taken off her jacket. Although I couldn't see
it on the tape, I was sure Susan's breasts were getting noticed.

As the two women danced, they moved in unison and there was something
very natural about their movements. It was as if they each knew what
the other was going to do. As the two women returned to the table,
Kristy bent over Susan and gave her a short kiss on the lips.

"Can we go someplace else?" Asked Susan

"Sure. Let's go to my place. We can listen to music, dance, and drink
there, too," Kristy answered.

"Great. I'll follow you over," Susan offered. "That's my car over
here, Kristy. I'll be right behind you"

Just then, Kristy came closer and kissed Susan harder this time.

Susan got into the car and said, "Well, looks like I'm going to do it,
Mark. I know I'm going to enjoy this."

Susan changed the battery and tape, then turned on the camera before
she got out of the car and said, "Enjoy the show, Mark."

As the two women entered the condo, in the brighter light, I finally
got a good look at Kristy. Kristy was about the same height as my
wife, with long, straight blonde hair. Kristy was beautiful. She wore
a blue mini-skirt, with sheer stockings and heels. Kristy presented
quite a contrast from my newly coifed, dressed to thrill rock and roll
wife. Susan put her purse down on what appeared to be a table that had
a view of the entire room.

"Susie," my wife hates being called Susie, but she didn't say
anything, "wanna do some tequila?"

"Sure," Susan answered as she looked around the room. "Nice condo,
Kristy. I like the view."

"It's not much of a view, but it'll have to do until next winter when
I move further up," Kristy answered.

The two women then sat down and started to tell each other their life
stories. They were drinking shots of tequila and it soon became
evident that both women were feeling the effects. They talked about
everything from their jobs to food. Kristy, as it turned out, was a
go-go dancer for a local agency. She explained that she didn't dance
nude except for private parties and that the local clubs, except for a
couple, were bikini dancing, only. Susan explained her career to
Kristy and generally impressed the hell out of Kristy. Kristy found it
hard to believe that a woman as beautiful as Susan could do as well as
she had. Susan explained that she didn't look this way in the office
and that tonight was one of her special nights out. As the
conversation continued, it got more personal. Since both women had
said they were bisexual, Susan asked Kristy if she had a boyfriend.
Kristy said she did and they had an open relationship. Kristy said her
boyfriend, a sailor, was often at sea for long periods of time and
that even though she had permission to go out with whomever she chose,
she found it more comfortable to go out with women. She explained that
she didn't really do it that often but that she had special nights,
too. Kristy asked Susan if she had a boyfriend. Susan said she was
happily married and that tonight's special night out was both hers and
my fantasy. Kristy's eyes lit up at that and asked how long Susan had
been married. When Susan said she had been married for seventeen years
and had two kids in college, Kristy's mouth fell open.

"How old are you?" Asked Kristy.

"Thirty-five," answered Susan, "is that a problem?"

"No, no, no," said Kristy as she took her hands from her face and
threw back her hair. "I can't believe you are thirty-five, Susie. You
look as though you're maybe twenty. How in the hell did you manage to
stay so young looking?"

Susan explained her regimen and Kristy said she prayed she looked half
as good as Susan when she turned thirty-five.

"So, tell me about your husband," asked Kristy.

Susan explained that I was thirty-nine, an executive for a national
computer company, and that I was here at a hotel with her while she
had her special night out. Kristy said her boyfriend liked to know
about her forays into lesbian sex and that she often wrote long
letters to her boyfriend explaining every detail. She asked if Susan
would mind if she told her boyfriend about her.

"Hell, no!" Exclaimed Susan. "In fact, my husband likes the same
thing, but with a twist."

With that, she got up and got her purse. She handed her purse to
Kristy.

"Look inside." Susan said.

"My God! You've got a video camera in here, and it's running!" Kristy
squealed. "This is great! Have you been taping this whole thing?"

"Yes, I have." Susan apologized, with her eyes lowered. "I hope you
don't mind."

"Of course I don't mind, Susie," Kristy said excitedly. "What's your
husband's name?"

"Mark." Susan answered.

"Hi, Mark! I'm Kristy! We're going to put on a show and a half for
you." Kristy said as she stared into the lens. "Just sit back, relax,
and get ready."

In the hotel room, with Susan eating more breakfast, now, I couldn't
stop laughing.

In the condo, Kristy put on some music and the mood was set. She
returned the video camera to its previous location and returned to
Sue.

"I have an idea, Susie," said Susan's host. "Let's dance."

"Great idea," Susan, clearly emboldened by the tequila added, "but
first, lick this salt off my wrist and take a shot. I'll do the same
for you."

After the two women drank their shots, Kristy led Susan to the center
of the floor.

The two women came together in a standard slow dance, but Kristy took
the lead. Kristy let her left hand slide down Susan's back to Susan's
leather-clad ass. Kristy pulled Susan closer and the women looked into
their eyes. Kristy cocked her head to one side and kissed Susan gently
on the lips. As she kissed Susan, Kristy pulled Susan even closer. The
kiss broke then Susan put her arms around Kristy, parted her lips and
kissed Kristy hard and deep. Their lips broke and I could see their
tongues come together in what was a scene just as I had remembered
from my older Penthouse magazines.

As I sat in the hotel room, my penis got very hard in my pants. Susan
reached over and gave it a stroke as she finished her breakfast. I
pulled out my penis and began to stroke it slowly as the scene
unfolded on the screen.

Their kiss lasted a long time while their hands explored freely over
each other's bodies. Susan pushed back Kristy's hair and moved her
lips down Kristy's neck, licking gently as she went.

"Ohhh, that feels good." sighed Kristy as she slowly threw back her
head.

Susan whispered something in Kristy's ear and the two women broke
their embrace. They walked, slowly over to the camera saying, "Come
with us, Mark."

Susan picked up the camera as she was led to the bedroom by Kristy.

The two women entered the bedroom, positioned the camera and resumed
their lesbian embrace. Kristy gently directed Susan to her bed, laid
beside her and started kissing Susan with abandon. Tongues explored
mouths, necks, and ears. Kristy gently felt Susan's now fully erect
nipple through the thin fabric of her tank top.

"I'm going to undress you, Susie," whispered Kristy as her hand undid
the snap on Susan's leather pants.

Susan sat up, kissed Kristy again, raised her arms above her head, and
Kristy removed both her tank top and her leather jacket in one motion.
Bare chested, Susan laid back on the bed and let Kristy remove her
boots and leather pants. Susan than stood up, arched her back and
began undressing Kristy. Susan pulled Kristy close while she reached
around the blondes back and slid the zipper down on her blue dress.
Susan pushed the dress from Kristy's shoulders and the dress fell to
the floor. Kristy, like Susan did not wear a bra and her tits were
quite a bit larger than Susan's but every bit as firm. The nipples on
both women's breasts were erect. Susan's hands lightly traced the
outline of Kristy's breasts. Susan turned to the camera, turning
Kristy as well then said, "Mark, I'm going to lick her breasts."

She did.

Slowly at first, Susan teased each nipple with her tongue as Kristy
was moaning. Kristy then, feeling the heat, and weak legged, laid down
on the bed and motioned for Susan to join her. The two women kissed
some more as their hands explored their bodies. Susan moved her mouth
to Kristy's tits and began sucking in earnest. Kristy had a handful of
Susan's curly brown hair and began smelling it and rubbing the ends on
her free nipple. Susan's right hand moved slowly down Kristy's stomach
then under her panty hose. Kristy moved her hips up and in
anticipation of Susan's next move, parted her legs. Kristy's moan
signaled that Susan's hand found its mark.

Susan rubbed Kristy's womanhood for a few moments then stood, and
pulled off the blondes' panty hose and panties in one motion.

"Eat me." Kristy moaned as her passion rose.

Susan, not needing any encouragement at this point, got on her knees
and got her first taste of pussy. Kristy's hands grasped my wife's
head and Kristy played with Susan's hair. Kristy then started moving
her hips, grinding them into my beautiful wife's face.

While I watched, Susan looked at me and asked, "Would you like to fuck
me in the ass while I eat pussy?"

I turned to look at Susan and said, "Of course! Who wouldn't?"

"I thought so," Susan said. "I'm going to suck your cock now, while
you watch."

As I watched, Susan did as she said.

On the screen, Kristy had released Susan's head and began squeezing
her own nipples. As she squeezed her large nipples, her moans grew
louder. It was clear Kristy was nearing orgasm. Kristy then cupped her
right tit in her hand, raised her head, and began licking her nipple
as Susan continued to eat her. Kristy's was now in the throes of an
orgasm. Susan, not missing a lick, inserted, one, then two fingers
into Kristy's pussy and began pumping them in and out. Kristy said,
"Oh, God, I'm coming."

At that moment, Susan removed her fingers, reached up and Kristy
sucked them into her mouth, tasting her own juices. Kristy was bucking
violently on the bed, now. Susan, with her other hand, moved Kristy's
leg, parted the cheeks of her ass and inserted her pinkie finger into
the blondes' asshole. Kristy gasped, and came in my wife's mouth. My
wife had pleasured her first woman.

Kristy, regaining some of her composure, pulled Susan on top of her
and licked the cunt juice from my wife's face and mouth. They kissed
for a few moments then Susan straddled one of Kristy's legs and ground
her as yet unsatisfied pussy against Kristy's thigh. Kristy started
grinding her cunt against Susan's leg. The passion in the two mounted.

Kristy's next move was to gently roll Susan on to her back, elevate my
wife's hips then slide her panties down. Kristy turned to the camera
and said, "It's your wife's turn, now, Mark."

As she said that, she parted Susan's legs and began exploring the
folds of Susan's vagina, first with her fingers, then with her mouth
and tongue.

"This feels fantastic," Susan said breathlessly as Kristy worked magic
on my wife's pussy. "Don't ever stop. Your tongue feels so good on my
clit."

Susan ground her pussy into the face of her female lover while
pinching her own nipples lightly. Susan always does this when she is
ready to come while being eaten. Quickly, without warning, Susan
flooded Kristy's mouth with her come. Kristy did not stop. She
continued eating my wife's pussy. She was fucking my wife with her
tongue. Kristy then flipped around and buried her cunt on my wife's
eager tongue. It was another first in a night of firsts: My wife's
first lesbian sixty-nine.

In our room, Susan stopped the tape and continued sucking my very
erect cock. Susan's sucking coupled with the incredible images I had
seen had me near coming. Susan quickened her pace. With her mouth's
upstroke, her fingers wrapped around my dick for a down stroke. I
closed my eyes anticipating a shattering orgasm. Just as I felt the
come in my balls swell, Susan slowly inserted a finger in my ass. I
was shocked, but the feeling was incredible. She had only done this a
couple of times—long before we married—and I immediately shot a huge
load into Susan's hot mouth. She had done to me exactly as she had
done to Kristy the night before. As she rose to her knees, she
swallowed my come and with her finger, wiped a dribble from the corner
of her mouth. With a grin, she licked her finger clean.

Susan sat next to me on the bed, reached over and started the tape
again.

The two women on the screen were grinding each other's pussies into
their mouths. They were making loud slurping noises when Susan
stiffened and came again. Shortly after, Kristy's own orgasm arrived.

Breathless, they lay next to each other on the bed and said, "I hope
you enjoyed this, Mark. We sure did!"

Kristy then turned to Susan and said, "I'm not done, though.Come with
me."

The scene on the television shifted to the bathroom in Kristy's condo.
Susan was aiming the camera as Kristy sat on the closed toilet. Kristy
spread her legs and asked, "See my cunt lips, Mark?"

Sue zoomed in for a close-up shot of a very well trimmed and shaved
pussy. Her pubic area was shaved exactly like the models in most men's
magazine. She had a tuft of hair above her vagina, but the remaining
area was shaved smooth. "Susie, how would you like me to shave your
pussy to look like mine?" Kristy asked seductively.

"Hmm," Susan jokingly pondered, "I don't know...What the heck, let's
do it."

With that, Susan put the camera down on the back of the tub, aiming it
so that the lens would see all that was going to transpire.

Susan switched places on the toilet with Kristy, spread her legs, and
sighed loudly as Kristy placed a kiss where the razor would be in
moment. Kristy wet the area thoroughly with a hot wash cloth then
combed my wife's pubic hair until it was sticking straight up. Next,
Kristy pulled an electric beard trimmer, very much like my own, from a
drawer, turned it on and began to trim the pubic hair above my wife's
pussy to the correct length. She did so with the touch of an expert.
Combing, cutting, and making sure everything was perfect. When the
tuft of hair above Susan's pussy was the correct length, she then
combed the hair on the my wife's labia and cut it down to the skin.
The vibrations of the electric razor must have set off something in
Susan because she let out a very soft, moan. Kristy kissed one of
Susan's tits then continued to trim. After the labia's hair was
trimmed as close as the electric razor could possibly trim, Kristy
closely cut the hair on the pubic bone until just about an inch wide
line of neatly trimmed hair was left.

My cock started to come back to life as I saw my wife's pussy nearly
bald for the first time on the screen. I gently stroked my cock. Then
again, as if on cue, Susan's hand replaced mine.

On the screen, Kristy again used a hot washcloth to wipe my wife's
pussy free of loose hair. Next, she applied shaving cream to my wife's
cunt lips and to each side of the tuft of hair she left above Susan's
pussy. She put a fresh blade on a razor and very carefully shaved
Susan. As she shaved Susan, she pulled and tugged at the loose flesh
of Susan's womanhood. Susan was clearly getting turned on again and it
seemed it was all she could do to stay completely still. Kristy's
strokes were smooth and very deliberate. As she finished, she washed
my wife's pussy with warm water. Finally, she reached for some
soothing oil and rubbed it on Susan's newly bald cunt.

"Looks good enough to eat, doesn't it, Mark?" asked Susan as she
looked directly into the camera.

"I think so, but first, I have a surprise for both of you," Kristy
chimed in.

"Show me, Susan," I said as the scene on the screen shifted again to
the bedroom.

Susan parted her robe, spread her legs and showed me one beautifully
trimmed pussy. I touched the lips of her cunt. They were as soft as
anything I had ever felt—softer than velvet. At this point I was fully
erect and ready to screw my wife, but Susan asked to wait. There was
more to see on the tape.

Susan had climbed onto Kristy's bed and was flashing her pussy to the
camera while feeling her own new softness. Kristy appeared from the
bathroom holding something in her hand. She turned to the camera,
blocking Susan's view and whispered to the camera, "See this? I'm
going to strap this on and give your wife a good fuck. When I'm done,
Susan is going to fuck me."

Kristy held a medium sized dildo that looked exactly like a cock. She
hid it from Susan's view as she lay beside my still horny wife.
Silently and very secretly, Kristy hid the dildo under the pillow next
to Susan's head while she and Kristy shared a deep, deep kiss. As they
kissed, their hands again explored their bodies. Kristy whispered into
Susan's ear then reached under the pillow for the dildo. Kristy stood,
stepped into the harness and made the necessary adjustments while
Susan looked on. On the bed, Susan stood on her knees, cupped Kristy's
large, firm breasts in her hands, then said, "I love these tities,
Mark. Don't you?"

Kristy laughed and asked Susan to bend over. Kristy put some lubricant
on the dildo as if she was a man jerking off, then placed the rubber
cock at the entrance to Susan's bald vagina. Susan turned to Kristy
and pleaded, "Fuck me with your cock, Kristy."

Kristy slowly guided her "cock" into to Susan's eager cunt. Susan
pushed back against the rubber dick and buried it into her cunt.
Another first. My wife was actually being fucked by another
woman—doggy style. At first, it was awkward, then they got their
rhythm going. They were soon fucking very hard. Kristy was plunging
her "cock" deep into my wife's tunnel. They met each other's thrusts
as Susan reached between her legs and began fingering her clit. Kristy
reached around and tweaked my wife's nipples. Susan was moaning loudly
then they changed positions. They were now fucking in the missionary
position. The women were bathed in sweat but continued to hammer away.
Kristy brushed hair from Susan's face and kissed her hard. I could see
their tongues probing and flicking. Susan then very quickly had
another orgasm. After her orgasm, Susan went completely limp. I could
tell she was fucked out for the night. They kissed and Susan staggered
over the camera to turn it off. "See you in a little while, my love,"
said Susan as the screen in our room turned to video snow.

"Wow! I can't believe this happened," I said. "First you pick up a
beautiful blonde. Second, you make love to her in the most erotic way
possible. Third, you shave your pussy. Finally, you get fucked by
another woman wearing a dildo. Unbelievable!"

"I know. It was more than I could have ever expected." Susan
explained. "We really hit it off. For a woman of twenty-five to have
so much in common with a woman of thirty-five is really something
else."

Susan went on to explain that she and Kristy fell asleep, arms
entwined that night. Upon awakening, they made lesbian love to each
other once more in the morning without the camera running. Just before
Susan left, Kristy suggested the three of us get together later that
night for dinner, drinks, and whatever transpired. Who was I to say
no?

Susan suggested that we get some sleep because tonight might be a late
night. I couldn't resist giving her shaved womanhood a kiss.

I awoke before my wife. While I lay in bed awake, I started thinking
about what was happening in the three lives I cherish deeply: My
wife's life, my life, and our life together. It was clear my wife and
I were having the time of our lives sexually. Personally, I was
rejuvenated in all aspects of my life. I felt younger, had been told I
looked younger, and was fucking like a teenager. It was clear that I
was becoming somewhat of a voyeur though watching was just a prelude
to real sex. My wife never looked better to me. She seemed completely
at ease with her emerging sexual freedom and it displayed itself with
more confidence in all aspects of her life. She didn't seem shy
anymore. She seemed more in control. I wondered if we were sex
addicts? If we were, it didn't seem to me to be that bad of an
addiction as addictions go—our jobs weren't affected and our home life
was never better.

Just then, my wife kissed me on my shoulder.

"Awake, Mark?" Susan asked with a yawn.

"Yeah, I've been awake for a few minutes." I answered.

"You've been thinking haven't you?" My wife asked as she sat up in
bed.

"I was just wondering what effects our experimenting in our fantasies
was having on our lives," I said as I sat up in bed. "I'd like to hear
what you think about it, Sue."

"I think its great. At first I was worried what you would think of me,
but it's clear to that your love for me, if anything, has grown. I
love you more than ever, too." Susan explained. "I never thought I
could do the things I've done and enjoyed them so thoroughly. I feel
no guilt at all. I feel freer than I have ever felt. I feel
confident."

"Looks like we're on the same page, Sue." I said, cringing at the
clich. "I was thinking the same things. I do love you more than ever.
Your confidence is a fantastic thing. The way you carry yourself is
such a turn on that I hope your confidence never goes away. So much
has changed in such a little time but I'm really happy."

"I love you, Mark," Susan said as we kissed.

"I love you, Susan." I answered.

*********

Crossings, Chapter Seven

"Good morning, honey," Susan said as she kissed me lightly on the
cheek.

"'Morning," I replied half asleep as I looked at the clock--funny, it
was actually morning.

"We've got breakfast in the other room," Susan said.

I noticed my wife was dressed and had showered. "What's on your list
of things to do today?" I asked.

"After breakfast, Kristy and I are going to pickup costumes for
tonight. After that, we're going to the tanning salon," Susan
answered. "Then, Kristy is going to put her condo on the market. What
are you doing today?"

"I'm not sure. It's Friday, I'll probably run some then workout in the
gym downstairs. I'd like to play some ball, but there's no court
here," I said.

"Poor baby! Let's eat," Susan said.

I got out of bed and joined Kristy and Susan. "'Morning, Kristy." I
said as I sat down.

"Good morning, Mark," Kristy smiled.

"Do you two have an idea of what you're going to wear tonight?" I
asked.

"Eventually, nothing," Susan laughed.

"Smart ass!" I said smiling.

"Got me, Mark. We'll find something." Kristy said. "We'll surprise
you!"

"Oh, I meant to tell you, the party is in this hotel. In the suite
four doors down." Kristy said with a smile. "No driving tonight!"

"Interesting," Susan said with a mischievous grin.

Kristy and Susan finished eating, cleaned up, then headed out for
their day's activities. "We'll be back around six, okay?" Susan asked.
"Make sure you get some video tapes. I'm leaving the car for you,
today, too."

"Both of you have a good time! Take care," I said as they went out the
door.

Around three in the afternoon, I had finished all the things I wanted
to do. I decided to start planning the modifications to our party
room. After getting a basic idea of the things I wanted to do, I made
some drawings on hotel stationery. The room would have six remotely
controlled cameras buried behind walls and shielded from view by high
quality two-way mirrors. Each camera would feed a monitor in a room,
probably the master bedroom. From that room, one could control,
select, aim, zoom and otherwise manipulate the cameras. There would be
a video selector that would allow me to feed the output of any camera
into a VCR. I would also get some editing equipment for cleaning up
the video we shot. It was pretty elaborate, but I figured that sooner
or later we'd be unsatisfied by having a cheaper setup. I figured it
would cost between twenty-five and thirty-thousand dollars to do
right.

When Susan and Kristy arrived, they looked really nice. Both had
tanned very well and were glowing with health. "What have you been up
to since we left?" Susan asked as she and Kristy laid a few packages
on the dining room table.

"Running, exercising, and figuring out how we would do the party room
in the basement," I answered as both women sat down on the sofa next
to me. "Here, take a look."

I explained exactly what I wanted to do. My wife, used to my being an
electronics geek commented that it looked like just what we needed and
to do it. Kristy, on the other hand, looked shocked at the level of
complexity. Moreover, she wanted to know how much it cost. When I told
her I figured it would run about twenty-five to thirty thousand
dollars, she gasped and asked, "Are you guy's rich or something? You
talk about thousands of dollars as if it were a trip to the 7-11."

"We're not rich, but we're not poor, Kristy," I answered.

"We're comfortable. If something happened and we couldn't work, we'd
be okay for the rest of our lives," Susan answered in that matter of
fact tone. "We're fine."

"I think you're rich." Kristy added. "But if you don't think you are
rich, that's fine with me. You guys are where I want to be
financially, though."

"It took a long time, Kristy," I said.

"Time I've got," Kristy answered.

"You'll love our house, Kristy," Susan said changing the subject.
"It's really big. It sits on a hill in a nice area. We've lived there
since last September. The nearest neighbors are about half a mile
away."

"Damn. I hope you don't think I would do anything to jeopardize what
you have?" Kristy asked in a serious tone.

"No. If we did, we wouldn't have invited you to live with us," I said
in my matter of fact tone. "We trust you."

"One more question I've been dying to ask since last night, okay?"
Kristy asked as Susan and I nodded, "How did you two meet?"

"Over CB radio," I answered.

"You're kidding me," Kristy said.

"No, he's not," Susan answered then started to tell the story. "I had
just turned sixteen when my parent's got into CB radio. There was this
wild man who went by "Devil Dawg" on the air. My parent's thought the
guy was the funniest thing they had ever heard. I heard him and found
him both funny and wanted to know what he looked like. One night, when
we were partying, my dad broke into one of his 'show's' and he and
Mark began talking. Well, they went on and on for about two hours when
I asked dad to invite him over. Dad did. About ten minutes later, Mark
and Darryl--Darryl was one of Mark's friends at the time--showed up at
our house."

"You went out with Darryl, Sue. Just remember that," I said laughing.

"Yeah, whatever, Mark," Susan continued with the story. "So here are
my parents, Mark and Darryl talking about whatever subject came up. I
noticed Mark kept stealing glances at me when I would take a hit from
the bong, or smoked a cigarette, so I didn't do anymore in front of
him. I thought he hated me, but I couldn't tell."

"Truth of the matter was," I interrupted, "I was a big jock at twenty
years old, who just lost his full ride because of injury, and I just
didn't do those things. Darryl, on the other hand, never found a party
he didn't like. Sue was really pretty and I really didn't think she
fit in to the picture that I saw. I liked her, but I didn't like what
she was doing."

"Wait. You and your parents partied together?" Kristy asked.

"Yeah, we'd get drunk and stoned together. They'd buy me cigarettes,
too," Susan explained. "Anyhow, Mark and Darryl really got along with
my parents. When Mark went to the bathroom one time, Darryl asked me
out. I really wanted to go out with Mark, but Mark didn't even ask me
for my phone number. I thought he hated me and thought I was a little
kid."

"I didn't, Sue. I was shy," I said blushing as I picked up the story.
"The next Friday night, Darryl and Sue went out for pizza or
something. She asked Darryl to take her to my house. He did. She and
Darryl stayed at my house for about an hour talking on the radio. I
kind of figured there was something up, but I didn't want to hurt my
friend so I stayed low."

"Mark was unemployed, a college dropout," Sue continued, "and had no
direction whatsoever. He was a jock, too--he was, and still is quite
buff--the perfect guy for a sixteen year-old head to fall in love
with. Two days later, during lunch, I called him from school and laid
it on the line. I said I liked him and I wanted to date him. He asked
me about Darryl and I said I never liked Darryl--we were just friends.
It was him I wanted. He said he liked me, too, but didn't want to hurt
Darryl's feelings so he didn't do anything."

"What a guy! Right, Kristy?" I joked then picked up the story. "There
was a big problem: My car was broken. I worked all the next week to
fix my car. The day of our first date, I was still working on my car
when Susan. I was greasy from head to toe but we talked for a few
minutes and Susan left. I finished the car, got cleaned up and we went
out on our first date."

"So you were a pot head, Susie?" Kristy asked. "And you smoked? I quit
smoking a year ago."

"Pothead, boozer," Susan answered, "everything was wonderful for about
a month then Mark asked me to quit smoking, drinking, and doing
drugs."

"Big mistake," I said. "I should have kept my big mouth shut. That was
the first wrong thing I did. The next wrong thing I did was to ask her
to marry me. I was in no position to do that, yet I did anyway.
Initially, Sue's parents were very supportive. but gradually they
correctly decided that their daughter was too young to be having sex
regularly and to even be thinking about marriage. One night at dinner
I made the biggest mistake in my life to date."

"Mark and Dad had been talking," Susan added. "Dad was trying to
convince Mark that marriage might not be the smartest thing at our
age--even though both Mark and I had said we'd wait until I graduated
from high school."

"I wanted none of it," I said thinking back to that moment. "Instead
of thinking first, I simply asked Sue's father if he and his wife ever
wanted to see their grandchildren. That was the most insanely stupid
thing I have ever done in my life. Needless to say, that's what
changed Sue's parents opinion of me--fast."

"Yeah, they went on this all out blitz to discredit everything Mark
had ever done for me and them," Susan said. "It was insane. When I
would tell Mark what was going on, he'd get mad. When I talked about
Mark, my parent's would get mad. I couldn't talk to anyone without
getting yelled at about something."

"It was horrible," I continued, "my heart was slowly breaking everyday
because I knew that Susan's father was right about her age and I
certainly had no way to support a wife. I knew that something was
going to give soon, so I decided to pull back in very subtle ways. I
smoked pot with Susan. I told her that seeing her smoke cigarettes
turned me on--it did, but I didn't really want that. It was sort of my
way of giving Susan back to her parents. Soon, Susan's parents forbade
me to see her."

"We would sneak around to see each other, but it was horrible," I
continued. "So ugly. Finally, Susan told me that she wanted to see
other guys. I tried to go along with it for a while, but I was stupid
then, too. I told her she would never see me again. I was so disgusted
with myself that I joined the Navy and left home--for good, I
thought."

"In the meantime, I went wild." Susan said. "I would party every
weekend, get stoned, drunk, and all that crap with my friends. My
parent's loved it. They had their daughter back. I thought I loved it,
too. Mark was out of the picture."

"That's really sad," Kristy said with tears welling up in her eyes.
"What happened to get you back together?"

"Coincidence," I said, "I had just graduated from an enlisted school
in the west and was home on leave before going back to school on the
same base. My best friend and I were going to see his sister graduate
from high school. We went, then I mentioned that the other high school
in the area--the one Susan was attending--had graduation that night. I
knew Susan would be graduating that year and I only hoped she would be
there. I just wanted to see her. I didn't intend for her to see me."

"Somehow, I saw him standing by a gate on the football field looking
really sad and alone," Susan continued. "When he saw that I saw him,
he looked away. I was wondering why he was here and why he would look
away when I looked at him. I just didn't understand at the time. I
didn't know that he was crying."

"I was trying hard not to cry. Susan was everything I had ever wanted
and I blew it. Seeing her standing there in cap and gown made me very
proud but it made me intensely sad," I explained. "See, this was
supposed to be when were to be getting married and I blew it. When she
looked at me, I had to look away."

"After the ceremony, when everyone left, I sent my friend home, and I
just went into the stands and cried harder than I had ever cried in my
life," I said as tears were welling up in my eyes just then. "After
about ten minutes I got up to leave and started walking home."

"I saw him walking home when I was on my way home. I stopped my car
and said something corny like, 'Need a date, sailor?'" Susan explained
as she took my hand. "He looked at me. It was clear he had been
crying, so I got out of the car and right there on the shoulder of the
road, I kissed him on the cheek and asked him what was wrong."

"I started crying uncontrollably. I was really feeling sorry for
myself, but I wanted Susan to know that I had changed. I wanted just
to talk to her. We talked for about an hour on the side of the road,"
I added as I wiped a tear from my cheek--I looked at Kristy, she had
tears in her eyes, too.

"Mark apologized for everything. He blamed himself for all the
problems. He said he was stupid and I couldn't disagree. It was just
so fantastic to see him. When we hugged, I felt like all my problems
went away," Susan said as she looked at me. "Then I kissed him."

"A week later we were married. Ten months later, twins," I laughed.

"That is the most heartbreakingly beautiful story I have ever heard,"
Kristy said.

"It's true," I said as I kissed my wife. "Sue has been in my heart
from day one."

"When did you stop partying, Susie," Kristy asked.

"A week after Mark and I got married. I stopped smoking, too," Susan
said, "It wasn't hard. It was something I wanted to do anyway. Mark
provided me with incentive to better myself. By the time we got
married, Mark had already gotten his bachelors in computer science,
was accepted to Officer's Candidates School, and was working on his
Master's."

"After I got hurt playing football, I decided computers were the way
to go, so I went that way. Not to brag, but it wasn't the easiest
thing to do," I said.

"Mark is the smartest person I have ever met. Our kids are that way,
too. They graduated high school a year and a half early--both of
them," Susan beamed.

"Mike, the youngest--by eight minutes--is a great basketball player.
He went to some camps put on by shoe companies last year and he's
going to be a starter next year for his school," I had my chance to
beam. "He'll be a red-shirted freshman. He wasn't allowed to play this
year because of his age, but really, and truly, he's the best two
guard they've ever had."

"Isn't he terrible? He brags about his son to everyone who will
listen," Susan said. "Paige, our oldest is a red-shirt freshman at her
school. She play's basketball, too."

"She's the spitting image of her mother," I said.

"Do you have any pictures?" Kristy asked.

"Sure..." I showed Kristy pictures of our family--and now her family,
too.

"You sure have a wonderful family, a wonderful life, and are about
most in love I've ever seen two people." Kristy said, "I'm lucky."

"Let me tell you something, if I didn't love Sue as much as I do and
wasn't completely secure in that love, I would have never let her pick
up those two guys at the airport bar," I said. "When I saw her look at
me, so worried and disappointed that I might not let take place what
she clearly wanted so much happen, I thought about losing her. Losing
Sue was something I could not do again. Kristy, when we say we love
you, we mean that with every fiber of our being."

"I know you do. I could tell this was special the moment I met you,"
Kristy said as she kissed both of us. "I want to be with you two. I
love both of you just as you love me."

We sat around and talked for around an hour--just general things. It
was good to talk about our families and our pasts. It let Kristy know
that she was coming into a family that loved first and hurt last. In
looking back, I knew that was the source of our mutual attraction.

I ordered dinner, we ate, then the women started to talk about the
bachelor party they'd be working just down the hall. Susan was excited
from the control aspect of things and the fact that she had found a
great exhibitionist streak. She talked about how she loved to show her
body and how it made her feel to have men she didn't know want her.
Kristy talked about the control aspect, but that wasn't as important
to her as the aesthetics--did she look good doing what she was doing.
She said that when she first started dancing, the control thing got
her, too, but soon she got into the art of control and that led
directly to how good she did the things she did. She said she took
great pains to be in the right position at all times. She said that
Susan started dancing downtown with her that she would show her how to
use the mirrors in clubs to make sure everything was perfect. Susan
said she wanted to learn.

Susan brought up the subject of sex saying that she would only fuck at
the party if there were black guys there. Kristy said that was okay
with her, but she'd fuck whoever was there. Susan and Kristy joked
about Susan's current fascination with black men and their cock size.
Susan said she wanted to be airtight again if possible.

Just then something dawned on me, "I'm wondering how the person making
the call to schedule the party knew to ask for you and your friend?"

"Got me," Kristy said. "Didn't you ask that earlier?"

"Yeah, but then I wondered how your agency knew about Sue. You said
the person asked for you and your friend," I explained. "That means
someone knows what happened at either the first bachelor party Susan
did with you, or someone from the other night knows."

"I see exactly what you mean," Susan said.

"I do, too," Kristy said. "You think this could be a set-up?"

"Could be, and we should watch out for it. More than likely it's John
from the other night. He said he wanted to fuck Susan again and that
he'd be willing to pay for it. I told him it would cost a lot more
next time," I deduced. "I made sure to tell him that it would cost him
a hell of a lot more next time, you remember what I told you?"

"Yes, I do. I started fantasizing about being a hooker for a night,"
Susan said.

"This might be your night to do it, if you want to, Sue?" I asked with
a wicked smile. "If he's smart, he'll play it just like it's a
bachelor party. He'll have a fake groom and he'll be the best man."

"Hmmm... what do you say, Kristy?" Susan asked as she placed her hand
on Kristy's knee.

"I'm up for it. It has always been a fantasy of mine. I've had men
offer me money and gifts before, but I never did it. Now that things
have changed, why not?" Kristy answered.

"You must be careful, though. It could still be a setup and look
exactly like a bachelor party," I said seriously. "We're entering very
dangerous territory here. The last thing I want to have us end up in
jail. If anything seems wrong, just do your show and we'll leave. I'd
rather have two horny women on my hands than to have a court date for
prostitution."

"I understand," Susan and Kristy said.

"I know you do. I just want to be clear. The tip something will be up
is if we don't recognize anyone there," I said. "Go on that. If John's
there, it's most likely not a bachelor party. We ask John if it's
really a bachelor party. If not, we refund the money at that point
then we have a choice: Do we leave or we stay? If we stay, it has to
cost them an arm and a leg to fuck either of you. If we know nobody,
you just dance. We must be the ones in control. Sobering thoughts, but
necessary."

"You're good," Kristy said.

"He is," Susan added.

"I'm careful," I said as the women silently walked back to the bedroom
to get ready. "I don't mean to be a kill joy, you know that, don't
you?"

"We know," Susan said as they entered the room.

"If we have any questions, we'll ask you," said Kristy as she followed
Susan.

About forty-five minutes later, the ladies returned. Again, they, as
they had on other night's, looked absolutely unbelievable. I stood
stunned as they modeled their costumes for me--tonight, they would
enter the party in costume since the site was just down the hall.
Kristy had her newly permed blonde hair fluffed all over so it was
almost circular in shape--not quite like an afro, but big. She wore a
sleeveless red gown with a large cutout from the hem up to about where
a mini-skirt would start. The cutout exposed her white lace stockings
and their tops to anyone who looked. On her feet were red high-heeled
pumps. Moving up, Kristy's ample cleavage was exposed by circular
cutout. The gown was held up by a high-necked collar. Her makeup, as
usual was perfect--dark red lipstick, and earth tones to set off her
eyes and cheekbones. She wore long red gloves on each hand and arm.

Susan styled her hair exactly as Kristy had done. Of all the
hairstyles she chose, this one made her look perfect. Susan wore a
white sleeveless gown cut like Kristy's, except there were two large
cutouts on each side that terminated so her white lace garter was
visible holding up her white lace stockings on each leg. She wore
white platform, high-heeled shoes. When she turned her body, the shoes
really made her legs look perfect and made her ass seem extra round.
Her cleavage was exposed by a diamond cutout. Her gown had the same
neckline as Kristy's. Susan wore long, white gloves that came up to
the elbow. Susan had applied makeup designed to add light to her face.
The makeup, coupled with her white clothing and tan, was quite a turn
on. I fantasized about putting makeup on my wife. It was something we
would have to talk about later.

Both women carried long fur coats that Susan had brought from home.

"I'm stunned. Both of you look so wonderful, I can't wait to get my
hands on you." I said. "I'll even pay!"

"Thanks! I just hope we get some cock's tonight," Susan said grimly.

"Cheer up, Susie," Kristy smiled. "We've always got each other!"

"I'm hoping for a big black cock or two, though. You know how I love
them," Susan said as she faked a pout. "If we don't get fucked
tonight, we're going out, okay?"

"Okay," I said smiling. I knew what my wife wanted and who was I to
stop her?

Susan was in "slut mode". Susan had her purse with the video camera,
batteries, and extra tapes at the ready. I helped them on with their
coats. The women fluffed their hair in the mirror on the wall. We
began the trek down the hall.

At the door of the party suite, we could hear muffled rap music. "I
hope this means there's black cocks to be had," Susan grinned.

I rang the bell. Sure enough, it was John who answered the door. "What
up, Mark?" John greeted us. "I see you brought your wife with you."

"Not much, man," I said before we entered the room. "Straight up,
John, what's the deal?"

"This is a bachelor party, man. My homey's and me want to give one of
the brother's a super send off." He said.

He tipped his hand by telling me it was a bachelor party before I
asked. "C'mon, man, admit it. You just want to get over on my wife,
again." I laughed as we closed the door behind us.

I left the women in the hall. Inside the room, there were about
fifteen men, all black. The room smelled like pot, booze, and
cigarette smoke. "Okay, here's the deal. Yeah, I want to get at your
woman again. I told my homy's about the other night in your room. We
figured we'd throw down and see what happens," John said.

"Man, that's weak, John," I laughed. "You're trying to get over
cheap."

"DJ gave me the word about his bachelor party and I said, what the
fuck." John said.

"That's what I figured, man. Look here, it's like this." I said,
spelling out what was going to happen. "Man, how do I know there's no
police here? How do I know this isn't some set-up?"

"Man, you know I ain't no pig and none of my homey's are pigs, either.
We just want the women, fuck the show," John said knowing that I was
one step ahead of him all the way.

"Straight up, you're not cops and there are no cops here?" I whispered
to him.

"Straight up. I just want some of your wife again, man," John said.

"If my wife and her friend agree, it will cost you a lot of money,
John." I said. "I told you it would cost a lot more than two hundred
dollars to fuck my wife again, didn't I?"

"Yeah, you did. But why did you let DJ fuck your wife twice?" John
asked, genuinely puzzled.

"Man, he was a present from her friend," I said. "It was a fantasy she
had."

"That's cold, man." he shrugged. "How much for both ladies for the
night, then?"

"That depends entirely on how many," I answered.

"Me first, the rest of the crew later if they want." John said as he
went for his wallet.

"Find out, and tell them straight what's going on," I said.

John left and there was a groan. He came back about a minute later,
"They want to see what they're paying for first."

"Fair enough," I said.

I ducked out the door to let Sue and Kristy know I was okay and that
it looked like they were going to be hookers for the night if they
wanted. I told them to strut into the room, take off their coats, kiss
each other passionately, flash if they wanted to, then come back to
the door.

"Do you want to do this?" I asked.

Susan took my hand and placed it on her shaved cunt lips. I had my
answer. "One bonus, Sue. They're all black."

Kristy and Susan walked very seductively into the room. In the room
was dead silence, and open mouths. The men were stunned. As the women
took off their coats, kissed, and flashed, it was unanimous. They all
yelled. Susan and Kristy returned to John and me, by the door.

"Since there's so many men here, I figure a group rate would be fine.
Normally, the women charge by the hour or night, but since this is
different and probably kinky, it will cost. You ready, John?" I asked.

John nodded as he checked out my wife. "How many guy's here, including
you?" I asked.

"Fourteen." John said.

"I figure two hundred per man," I said seriously.

"Man, you're crazy." John said. "One hundred."

"One-fifty and a lesbian show before fucking. Give the guy's back
their show money, tell them the deal."

John left with the money, handed it out, then told them what it would
cost to get a crack at the women. There were some groans, but John
convinced them it was worth it. He came back and said they'd do it but
no video.

"Better collect the money, ladies," I said. "Bring the money back
here."

Five minutes later, the women returned with twenty-one hundred
dollars. "It's showtime, ladies," I said as I kissed each of them on
the cheek.

Kristy and Susan walked to the center of the room, stripped each other
slowly, kissing each other's breasts. At the crowd's urging, they sped
up the pace, laid on the floor, and fell into a sixty-nine. Very
workmanlike, but I figured the men wanted to fuck. As the men watched
silently, I slipped out of the party suite and dropped the money in
our suite. When I returned, the women were finishing up their
sixty-nine. Susan whispered something into Kristy's ear, then
announced, "Okay, I have one request. I'm going to fuck John first,
but before I do, I want to see all of your cocks, hard. After I finish
John, I'll fuck the man with the largest tool and so on."

"While she's fucking John, I'll sample the largest cock in the room
and see if it's good enough for my lover," Kristy said with her hands
on her hips.

Suddenly, cocks were springing out of zippers as Susan inspected them
all. If they weren't hard, Susan waited until they were. After she
finished, she stood back and pointed to a tall, thin man toward the
window side of the line. "You're second, lover," Susan said as she
kissed Kristy again. "Check him out."

"It's all about control," I thought.

Susan turned, then walked up to John, grabbed his cock through his
pants and said, "Fuck me, now."

"Yo, yo, yo! Look here, brothers, this ho can take all my cock," John
said as Susan pulled off his pants and started sucking his cock.

I got out condoms from Kristy's coat pocket and put a pile by Kristy
and Sue. "Remember, everyone, no glove, no love."

Kristy was sucking on the tall thin man's cock while another man was
feeling her tits. Susan was about ten feet from me sliding a condom on
John's now huge cock. I was really turned on, but decided to sit this
one out until we returned our suite. Susan sat on Johns cock, rocked
her hips a few times. The penis that was so hard to get into her two
day's ago, was now buried to the balls in my wife's cunt. She looked
at me with pure satisfaction on her face. Here was my wife, a
prostitute for a night. She was loving every minute of it.

Kristy was fucking the thin man's large cock now and was in the
process of being made airtight by two other black men. She was
oblivious to anything but the cocks at her disposal. If there were two
women perfectly suited to group sex, it was Sue and Kristy. They lost
themselves in group sex for the third time this week.

I tried to keep count of the men each women fucked, but I lost track
after about ten per woman. The women took them on two or more at a
time and seemed tireless in their "work". I began to fantasize my wife
being a high-priced call girl. I flashed back to all the hookers I had
seen while I was in the Navy. None had the looks, class, or flair of
the two women taking on all the men in this room. More importantly, I
didn't love any of them.

The women clearly had more stamina than the men. Two hours after they
started, the last man shot his final load into a latex condom. "Any
one else want some pussy?" Kristy called to the exhausted men. "You've
paid for it. Better get it now, if you can."

There were no takers. The men were done for the evening. John was
asleep in a chair. Susan and Kristy gathered their clothes, put on
their coats, said goodnight to the spent men, then we left. In order
to keep from being followed, I held the door closed until the women
had entered our suite. Turns out I didn't need to. Those guy's were
fucked silly by two first-time hookers.

"How does it feel to make twenty-one hundred dollars for two hours
work?" I asked smiling as I closed the door to our suite behind me.

"It feels great," Susan said as she kissed Kristy.

"We did it, Susie," Kristy said excitedly. "We had sex with fourteen
men and got paid. We're now hookers."

"You say that as if it was something you always wanted to try but
never did for one reason or another," I observed.

"Oh, that's so true. I've often felt like taking men up on their
offers," Kristy said with a smile. "Now, I have no reason not to. The
bridge has been crossed."

"That's right, the bridge has been crossed," Susan said, "I'm a hooker
and I loved it. From now on, if another man wants to fuck me, unless
I'm really turned on by him, he'll pay."

Susan's eyes were on fire. She was not satisfied, yet. She looked at
Kristy, then at me, "It's still early and I want more cock. Let's get
cleaned up, shower, get made up, change clothes, and make more money!"

"I know the perfect place to go, too, Susie. We'll make a mint."
Kristy said.

"Do you mind if I come, too?" I asked faking shyness.

"No, I want you there," Susan said as she came up to me and stroked my
hard cock through my pants. "This really turns you on, too, doesn't
it?"

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Crossings, Chapter Eight

"Yes, it does. I hate to say this, but the thing that would really
make this perfect is if you and Kristy went into where ever you go,
sit at the bar, and smoke a cigarette while you check out your prey,"
I answered.

"Boy, that's a throwback fantasy, eh?" Susan teased. "You want me to
do it because you think it makes me look trashy in a sexy way, right?"

"Yes," I answered softly as my heart beat really hard.

"Mark, never be afraid to ask for anything. I'm here for you. I
promise I won't start smoking again. I'll do it only when it's part of
your fantasies," Susan said as Kristy listened. "Will you smoke, too,
Kristy?"

"Sure," Kristy smiled. "I love that fantasy. Like Susie said, don't be
afraid to ask for anything. Like her, I'm here for you."

"I can't wait to watch you get your cigarette lit by a john," I said
excitedly.

The women left the room to clean up. On the way to the bedroom, Susan
giggled, "When I was sixteen, all I had to do was light up and he had
his cock out jerking off."

Fifteen minutes later, Sue and Kristy were ready. Susan's hair and
makeup were the same, but she wore a black leather miniskirt, thigh-
high black leather boots, black stockings with their tops and garters
visible, a tight, white tank top (the same one she wore when she met
Kristy), and wore no bra or panties.

Kristy's hair, like Susan's, was the same as earlier. Kristy wore a
pink miniskirt that Susan lent her, a white silk blouse, unbuttoned,
but tied at the waist, no bra or panties, white sheer stockings where
the tops and garters were visible, on her feet were pink high-heeled
pumps. On one ankle was a lace anklet.

Both women were oozing sex. Both women looked like hookers. Of course,
they were hookers, now.

I checked out the door before we left. I didn't want to run into any
of their former clients. We exited the building through the lobby.

On the way to the expressway, I stopped at a convenience store and
bought Susan and Kristy each a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. I
gave the women their "props" and Kristy said we should go to Little
Creek. On Friday nights, especially this Friday--the Friday of a
payday week--there were always horny sailors in bars getting trashed.
They'd be easy pickings. Susan said that she didn't care if they were
black or not, they were paying and that's all that mattered.

We stopped at motel, and I got two rooms for the night's activities.
Our first stop was a heavy metal bar. First Kristy got out of the car
and walked in. Five minutes later, Susan went into the bar. The plan
was for me to come in about five minutes after the women got situated.
It was the longest five minutes I had experienced in a long, long
time.

Right at five minutes I walked into the bar. The music was really loud
and surprisingly good. The place was wall-to-wall sailors all
listening to the music, drinking, and getting drunk. I found Susan
sitting at the bar with her legs crossed. She was showing just about
all the leg she could show without actually showing her pussy and ass
in public. Kristy was sitting across the bar and was already talking
to a guy. Susan saw me, took out a cigarette, put it in her mouth, and
lit it. She drew softly on the cigarette, inhaled, then let the smoke
out slowly. The smoke from the cigarette filtered through her curly
hair. I had an incredible hard on and I rubbed it my pants. I found an
empty table, sat down and looked for Kristy. Just as I saw her, Kristy
was having her cigarette lit by the sailor she was talking to. She
took a long, hard draw, inhaled deeply and let out the smoke quickly,
aiming the smoke in my direction. At that sight, I came in my pants.

Just as Susan had a young sailor approach her and buy her a drink, a
waitress tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Pretty interesting
show."

I shook my head clear then answered, "What show?"

"You jerking off watching the two hookers," the waitress said with a
smile.

"You saw that?" I asked as I blushed.

"Don't blush, just save some for me. I get off at two. Drinks are on
me tonight," she said.

I was stunned. I had been propositioned. That was a new thing. I
wasn't interested, but it was new. The waitress brought me a Heineken.
"You look like an import man," she said with a smile.

I saw Kristy. She was clearly into being a hooker. She was leaving
with the sailor who lit her cigarette. I looked for Susan. She was
already gone.

About forty minutes later, Susan returned, found a new seat at the
bar, took out another cigarette, but before she could light it, the
waitress who propositioned me, started talking to her about something.
They turned, looked at me and laughed. Apparently the waitress told
Susan what she had seen. As the waitress left, Susan's had her
cigarette lit by a member of the band who was on break. The guy was
tall, skinny, and had long, permed hair. As guys go, he was pretty
good looking. He bought Sue a drink and five minutes later they left
through the kitchen.

Kristy returned just as Susan left. Kristy took a seat at the bar with
her back to me. The waitress who caught me must have told Kristy, too
because she turned and laughed as well. Again, after the waitress
left, a very young sailor approached Kristy, bought her a drink and
lit her cigarette. It was very hard not to play pocket pool again.
Kristy talked with the sailor for a few minutes. It appeared she was
having trouble convincing him of her many charms. Kristy grabbed his
cock and that was all it took. She left the bar with him.

The waitress brought me another beer and asked why I hadn't hit on the
hookers. I told her that she had just about sabotaged any chance I
would have had with them by telling them what she had seen. She
reached down and grabbed my crotch just as Susan walked in. I was
stunned. The waitress sat down at the table. She said was on break,
then started jerking me off right there at the table. Susan saw what
was going on and smiled as another sailor lit her cigarette. By now,
Susan was drawing deeply on her cigarettes. As Susan exhaled, I shot
my load into the waitress's hand.

Susan left with the sailor. "Aw, no more show for you. Poor boy," the
waitress said in a teasing tone.

"I guess," I said, not really knowing what to say.

"My guess is that the two whores are in for the weekend, slumming,"
the waitress said as she wiped her hand on a napkin. "They're dressed
in really expensive clothes and they smell like expensive perfume."

"Could be, I don't know. The look good, though. I wonder what drives
women so good looking to become prostitutes?" I asked, knowing the
real story.

"Money," she said. "They'll probably each do eight or ten guys tonight
at about a hundred a pop. Remember, I get off at two."

"That's not bad money," I said as the waitress left.

The steam of guy's picking up Susan and Kristy lasted until closing.
The plan was for them to not come back in at closing time. They'd wait
in the car and I'd join them. I didn't plan on the waitress. As I was
getting up, the waitress told me to wait right there. The place soon
emptied and I was stuck. I was alone with the waitress. The waitress
fucked me right there at my seat. When we finished, I thanked the
waitress and left a big tip. "I guess we're all hookers in one way or
another," the waitress said. "Oh by the way, I own this place. Feel
free to come back anytime."

I left the bar and didn't see anyone in the car. I got in and waited.
About ten minutes later, Susan and Kristy showed up. As they got in
the car, they both said, "You were busted!"

As we drove away, both Susan and Kristy lit cigarettes and smoked them
for my pleasure. "We did it again," Susan said to Kristy.

"Yeah, this hooking stuff is easy," Kristy said. "I don't have to work
tomorrow night, Susie. Do you want to hook again tomorrow night?"

Susan took a deep drag on her cigarette, then blew the smoke at me,
"You know it."

On the way back to the hotel, the women counted their money. Both
Susan and Kristy each made over one thousand dollars in less than
three hours hooking.

When we got back to the hotel, I got both Susan and Kristy to smoke
cigarette's for me as I video taped them. I put the women in various
poses, but the one I liked best was where I had them stand, legs
spread, with their hands on their hips. Each woman had a cigarette
dangling from their red lips. I don't know why I've always found
beautiful women smoking cigarettes so erotic, I just accepted it.
Susan and Kristy accepted it, too.

We talked about what happened today. A major bridge had not only been
crossed, the bridge was destroyed. The women were dead serious about
continuing to have sex for money. So serious that Susan said she was
thinking about giving up her career for a new career as a
dancer/prostitute. The power and the money were very intoxicating to
her. It was intoxicating for me, too.

"Oh, what the hell," Susan said, "I'm going to quit my job and do
dancing and hooking full time. We have enough money that we'll never
suffer."

"Are you sure, Susan?" I asked seriously.

"Yes, I'm sure," Susan said. "I've never had so much fun as I have
this week and this week has been nothing but sexual excess after
sexual excess. Tonight, I became a prostitute and I found it to be as
natural as breathing--it is something I have to do."

"You're really going to quit your job?" I asked.

"Yes. I wouldn't be happy there anymore, Mark," Susan said. "I finally
found out what I was meant to be--a whore."

"Kristy, what about you?" I asked.

"I'm with Susie," Kristy smiled. "I've found my lot in life."

"So it's settled?" I asked.

"Yes," Susan answered in that matter of fact tone.

"Then hookers and dancers you'll be," I said. "I love it, too, by the
way. I just wanted to be sure you were sure before I approached you
with this idea."

"What idea?" Kristy asked.

"This idea," I said.

I explained that tonight was just a rush and if they wanted to make
more money and not get worn out doing so, they had to pick their spots
when we got back. I told them it was inherently unsafe for them to go
into bars and pickup men--sooner or later a bartender would either
turn them in to the police or want a cut of their take. The safest way
was to take it slowly at first--pick up men who offered money first,
but only after they had seen the man several times and turned them
down at least once. They could either have sex or not have sex. They
would get money either way. I said whatever money they made was theirs
to keep.

"You've really got this all thought out," Susan said, "is that what
you were doing tonight while you waited for us? Hmm?"

"Well, no. I nearly got raped by the waitress in that bar--she turned
out to be the owner," I joked, "I only had a few minutes to think
about it."

"I like the idea, Mark," Susan said. "You've done a great job. What
about growth?"

"Growth is up to you two," I said. "If you actually reach your limit--
demand exceeds supply--you're faced with a choice: Do you want to open
the business to other people, or do you simply keep it small? It's
something that you have to decide when the time comes. It would seem
being a prostitute is not as simple as fucking for money, no?"

"What do you think, Kristy?" Susan asked. "I'm all for it."

"I want to do it as Mark say's... except for tomorrow night... I would
like to show both of you one more place--it is your last night in
town, Mark, please?" Kristy frowned.

"Why the frown, Kristy?" I asked her as I picked up her chin with my
hand.

"I'm just going to miss you, that's all," Kristy said. "I have fallen
in love with both of you, you know?"

"I know, Kristy. I'm going to miss you, too. This week has been
unbelievable, to say the least." I said as I lightly kissed Kristy's
cheek.

"So, what's the deal, Kristy?" Susan asked and smiled.

"Well, let's get really slutty like we did tonight. We'll go back to
the same bar where we started tonight," Kristy explained. "We'll hook
some from there. After a while we'll go to this bar down Ocean View
that is basically a submarine bar. The place is pretty wild. It's
safe, too. If we go in dressed as we were dressed tonight, we'll get
thousands of dollars--and we might even get a group thing going.
Bubbleheads are nasty."

Susan and I broke up. I could not stop laughing, "Kristy, I'm a
bubblehead--I was on submarines when I was in the Navy!"

"Then it's a deal?" Kristy asked as she laughed.

"It sure is. How can I turn down my hookers?" I laughed.

We talked more about the business we were going to form, then we
showered and went to bed. I lay awake for about an hour thinking about
the things I had seen in the last five day's. Lesbian sex, gang
bang's, lesbian gang bang's, hooking, it was incredible. So much had
happened. I fell asleep with the sight of Susan seductively smoking a
cigarette in my mind--my wife, the whore.

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Crossings, Chapter Nine

"Thanks for letting me sleep in," I said as I walked into the living
room of our suite. It was noon, the sun was shining brightly, and I
felt great. Susan and Kristy were sitting on the sofa, drinking coffee
and watching television. "How are you guy's today?"

"Good afternoon, your highness," Susan said in a playful tone.

"Fine, Mark," said Kristy.

"Did you all think about what we talked about last night?" I asked.

"Yes, I still think it's a good idea. I really love being a whore,
Mark," Susan answered in that tone again. "I'm just a little nervous
about the boob job, that's all."

"I'm sorry, honey. I wish I could be there with you," I apologized.

"It's all right, Mark. I'm not worried about that, I'm worried about
not having sex for three weeks," Susan said with a half grin. "After
this week, it is going to seem like I am lost in a desert."

"It'll go fast, honey," I said. "Just think, Kristy will be with us.
It'll be great!"

"I promise I won't work until we can work together, Susie," Kristy
said.

"Thanks, honey," Susan said to Kristy.

"So, what's on the agenda, today?" I asked.

"Buyin' clothes, eatin' pussy, suckin' cock, fuckin' for dollars,"
Kristy said causing both Susan and I to burst out with laughter.

"Yeah, that's what you two have been doing all right," I said as I
laughed.

"Speaking of buying clothes," Susan added, "we better get going, don't
you think?"

"Yeah, but I was just thinking of that delicious twat you own," Kristy
said as she licked her lips.

"When we get back, babe, we'll do each other, suck Mark's cock, and
have him shoot cum into our mouths," Susan said as she kissed Kristy
hard on the mouth.

"That sounds nice, ladies!" I said as the two women kissed me.

"See you around five, Mark," Susan said as she and Kristy left for
their shopping trip.

"You know, I'm going to have a hell of a lot of clothes to bring
back," I thought out loud.

I got dressed and ran some. When I got back from running, I took a
shower and fell asleep.

Susan and Kristy awoke me in a very nice way -- my first sight was a
blonde pussy with a long red-nailed finger working in and out.  "Watch
us, Mark," Susan said.

Susan dropped to her knees, spreading Kristy's legs as she descended.
Her fingers spread Kristy's pussy wide. At my angle, I could clearly
see Kristy's hard clitoris. Susan, moving closer to Kristy's cunt
said, "I'm going to lick this blonde whore's clit."

Susan's tongue flicked lightly, but incredibly fast on Kristy's clits
gleaming head. Kristy was holding Susan's head by a handful of hair
and was moaning very softly. Kristy's hips moved almost imperceptibly
at first then their movement increased to a fever pitch. Kristy took
one of her own breasts to her lips then managed to suck on a nipple as
she had a powerful orgasm. Kristy pulled Susan up to a standing
position. Kristy licked her own juice from my wife's lips.

"On your back, whore!" Kristy issued a command to my wife.

"Yes, mistress," Susan said as she lay down on the floor. "Your next
command?"

"Spread your legs so we can see where hundreds of cocks have been and
will be," Kristy was clearly in charge today -- this was new.

Susan spread her legs. "Spread your cunt lips, whore!" Kristy
commanded.

Susan spread the lips of her pussy wide. "I'm going to eat your
whoring cunt. Keep your lips spread!" Kristy dove into Susan's pussy
with a vigor Susan had not yet experienced.

"Oh yes, mistress! Oh, yes! Lick my whore pussy! Please, don't stop,
mistress!" Susan cried.

Orgasm was quick for Susan, but Kristy continued issuing commands,
"Whore, get on your knees!"

Susan complied. "Worship your husband's cock!" Kristy ordered.

Susan pulled down my shorts and underwear. As my penis sprang free,
Susan took a handful of her hair, wrapped it around my cock and began
sliding her hand up and down the cockshaft. "Put your whore mouth on
the head of your husband's cock. Keep stroking until he is ready to
come!" Kristy commanded.

The feeling of soft curls of hair moving up and down the length of the
my penis was incredible. I was nearing orgasm when Kristy said,
"Remove your mouth, whore."

On my cock, Kristy's mouth replaced Susan's hungry mouth. "Keep
stroking his cock, whore!" Kristy ordered as she momentarily removed
my cock from her mouth.

I started coming into Kristy's mouth with great spurts of cum. Cum
leaked from Kristy's mouth and got on the hair that Susan had wrapped
around my cock. Susan continued pumping until I was spent. Kristy
grabbed Susan by the hair, pulled her hair back, then forced Susan to
open her mouth. Kristy then dribbled cum from her mouth into my wife's
mouth. "Swallow, whore!" Kristy commanded after her mouth was empty.

I leaned back on the couch as Kristy gently released her grip on
Susan's hair then kissed her deeply. I was stunned. Kristy had briefly
shown this side when she and Susan performed at their first bachelor
party together, but today she had immersed herself in the role of
dominatrix. Kristy played the role of dominatrix as if she had been
dying to do something like this for a long time. "Kristy, thank you, I
love you," Susan said as she rested her head on Kristy's shoulder.

"l love you, Susie," Kristy said as the two women kissed tenderly.

"What do you know? Sue is submissive," I said smirking. "I would have
guessed that it would have been the other way around."

"I am submissive, Mark," Susan said, "I can be whatever I need to be.
Kristy is more aggressive than me with women. How did you like your
hair job?"

"I loved it, Sue," I said. "This was fantastic. Do you mind doing this
again--next time, in full costume when we get home?

"Not at all, honey," Susan said.

"When did you two come up with this?" I asked with a huge grin.

"In the car, on the way back here," Susan said. "It was my idea."

"Wow!" Was all I could say.

The three of us showered, ate, then sat naked talking while waiting
for tonight's activities to begin.

"Why do you think of yourselves as whores now?" I asked

Surprisingly, Kristy answered first, "In my case, I used to think of a
whore as a woman who fucks indiscriminately. By that definition, I
don't fit--I choose who I fuck. Instead, I think of `whore' as an
attitude where I know I'm going out to get fucked and I don't care who
knows I'm going to get fucked because I want to get to fucked. I'm
going to look like I want to get fucked. I'm going to act like I want
to get fucked, and I'm going to be paid for fucking."

Susan answered next, "Kristy and I talked about this today and I know
I feel pretty much the same way, but I'll elaborate. In the past, you
have known me as a person who was pretty shy about expressing my
sexual needs. All that time, I probably wondered what it might be like
to simply go out and get what I wanted when I wanted. I may not have
known it consciously. It was buried deep inside like your fantasy
about seeing me smoke. You wanted it, but you were afraid to express
it because you didn't want to hurt me. Similarly, in the last few
months, I have faced my deepest, darkest feelings about sex. One by
one, I conquered my fears to the point that all fears have fallen
away.  It left me free to express myself in a completely sexual way by
not putting on any acts. Those fears kept me from enjoying sex at the
most primal level, an animalistic level where there is predator and
prey. Taking money, explicitly for sex, for me was the last taboo I
had to face in order to reach that level. Being a whore is
experiencing sex at the primal level, where the drive to have sex
takes precedence over the taboos placed on sex by society. In that
respect, I am a whore, plain and simple. Now that I have reached that
level, I am never going back. It is just too important to not ever
experience sex again with reservation. I am a whore."

"Thanks Susie," Kristy said, "that was perfect."

"Wow," I said, "I never knew, Susan. I'm sorry, but I never knew."

"I know, Mark." Susan said. "It's not anyone's fault. Your question
about fantasies was the key that led me to realize who I am in a
sexual way. I know now that I am a whore."

"In my case, both of you were the key to my shedding inhibitions. I
saw what you had--how open and free you both are with sex and it made
me want to be that way, too. Being a whore was something I ran from
for the longest time. Now, I'm free not to run." Kristy explained.

"Besides, being this new whore is incredibly exciting. I am now always
in a state of sexual readiness." Susan said as she and Kristy smiled
at each other.

"We're like 'sexual beings' y'know," Kristy said in a valley girl
accent that had us all laughing hysterically.

"So, do you mind if call you 'my whores'?" I laughed.

"No, not at all," Susan said smiling. "I just can't wait to be a big
titted whore."

We all laughed as we got up and watched television for an hour. I got
dressed first, then it was the lady's turn.

"We're going to shock you, tonight, Mark," Kristy said as she and
Susan went into the bedroom.

Forty-five minutes later, Susan came strutting out of the bedroom.
While my amazement continued over the transformations the two women
went through preparing for their nights out, I was not at all prepared
for what I was about to see.

Susan wore a long black leather jacket--the kind where the collar came
up really high. Susan styled her hair as it was last night, but
bigger, more fully fluffed. Susan wore large, gold hoop earrings that
really made her look like the whore she wanted to be. Her eyes simply
melted my knees. Her eyes were dark, smoky, and on fire. Her lips were
dark red and as she raised her hands to open her coat, I saw she had
her long nails painted to match her dark red lips. She slowly opened
up her coat, then suddenly threw it off. There she was. She wore an
incredibly short black leather minidress that had a large cutout that
exposed most of her breasts, torso, and came to a point about six
inches below her belly button. There was only about eight inches of
skirt between the bottom of the cutout and the hem of the skirt. "Like
what you see?" Susan teased as she flashed her pantyless pussy at me.
Like last night, her garter was visible and held up black lace
stockings. On her feet were black, very high heeled pumps. "Ultra
FMP's," Susan said. "Fuck Me Pumps."

Susan clapped her hands twice and out came Kristy.

Kristy's long blonde hair was big, just like Susan's. Her hair bounced
as she strutted toward me. I noticed that Kristy, like Susan before
her, wore large, gold hoop earrings. Her blue eyes burned with desire.
Her makeup was dark. She looked as if she was ready for action at any
moment. She was dressed completely in white. She wore a white leather
jacket that came to just above her waist. Her white leather minidress
was just as short as Susan's. Her white lace stockings and white
leather garters were visible. She wore white platform, thigh- high
leather boots on her feet. As I took in this sight, she ripped off her
jacket. The top of her minidress was completely see through. There was
only a sheer white nylon top, nothing else. Her breasts were
completely visible.

"Well, what do you think of your two whores?" Kristy said as she took
out a cigarette from her white leather purse, lit it and let it hang
from her lips.

I was speechless. This was just too erotic for me. My heart was
pumping extremely hard.

"Looks like hubby has a hard-on," Kristy said to Susan as she took a
deep drag on her cigarette, inhaled and let it out.

The smoke wafting through her hair was too much and I came
spontaneously without ever touching myself. I collapsed back on the
couch and nearly passed out. Kristy crushed out her cigarette as she
and Susan rushed toward me. They asked me if I was all right. I nodded
that I was and pointed to my pants. "My god, Susie!" Kristy said in
amazement, "He came in his pants and we never touched him!"

"He's never done this before, Kristy!" Susan said. "We must be hot!"

When I could talk, I told Susan and Kristy that I had never seen two
more beautiful women in my life. I went back to the bedroom, changed
clothes, then the three of us left through the lobby. We drove to a
different motel in Little Creek where I got two more rooms for
business purposes. When I got back to the car, I found both women in
the back seat. So hot were they for their second night of hooking that
they were finger fucking each other. "Mark, we're so hot for cocks!"
Susan said breathlessly as she and Kristy continued to finger each
other. "Please hurry and get us to the bar!"

We would use a different approach tonight. I would go into the bar
first, then at ten minute intervals Kristy and Susan would go to work.
The women were still fingering each other as I closed the car door in
the parking lot of the first bar. I sat down at a table that would
give me a good view of the bar. The owner of the bar--the waitress
from last night--came up from behind me, "Back again? You just can't
leave a good thing alone, can you?" She asked as she deposited a
Heineken in front of me.

"I guess not," I said as I smiled then sipped my beer.

The waitress then left me to my own devices. I surveyed the scene and
listened to the music. I checked out the band and noted they had a
female lead singer who was really good. The place was packed except
for the bar. More sailors than last night I noted. Right at ten
minutes after I sat down, in walked Kristy. Heads turned immediately
and one guy, clearly stunned said, "Whoa! Check that out!"

Kristy had opened her white leather jacket on the way to taking a
seat. The waitress did a double take, shook her head and continued to
wait on customers. Doubtless, as Kristy moved, stunned men noticed her
top was completely see through and that she was naked underneath. As
Kristy sat, she turned so that a few guys would get a partial view of
at least one breast. She opened her purse then took out a gold
cigarette case. She opened the cigarette case, took a cigarette from
it, then leaned to the man seated two seats away and asked if he had a
light. He fumbled with his lighter, then finally lit Kristy's
cigarette. The guy was clearly stunned by the beautiful woman before
him. I noticed the owner was looking at me watching this scene so I
slowly but deliberately focused on the band. When I turned to look
again-- after about a minute--Kristy and the man were gone.

"Did you manage to hold your load this time?" the waitress asked as
she let her hand run across my crotch.

"Yeah," I said.

"I guess we'll be seeing her partner any minute now." The waitress
said. "I don't want you hitting on those whores, Mark. If you're a
good boy, I'll put a show on for you that will have you coming back
for the next month."

"Really?" I asked as Susan walked in.

"Yeah." Said the waitress.

I shifted my gaze to Susan.

"Those two whores are dripping in money. I know they're slumming now.
That coat has to cost at least a thousand dollars." The waitress said
as she deposited another beer in front of me.

"Are you trying to get me drunk?" I asked smiling.

"I won't tell if you won't," the waitress answered then left as the
band went on break.

Susan unbuttoned her coat then sat down. Like Kristy, she turned to
show a few guys some skin. Susan then took out a gold cigarette case
like Kristy's, removed a cigarette, put it on her lips, then took out
a gold lighter. She lit her cigarette, drew deeply, inhaled deeply,
then blew the smoke out quickly into the air. As she returned her
lighter to her purse, the lead singer of the band approached Susan
with a smile.  The singer sat down next to Susan. Susan offered her a
cigarette. As the singer lightly touched my wife's hand, Susan lit the
cigarette.  Two minutes later, they left through the kitchen. My wife
was entertaining her first female customer. The singer returned about
fifteen minutes later. Her clothes were now rearranged. Susan returned
about a minute later and sat down to wait for another customer.

The waitress returned then sat down across the table from me. "I guess
she's bi, eh?" she commented.

"I guess so," I said.

"That's the first time I have ever seen a woman pick up a hooker," the
waitress added. "I might go for her later myself!"

Kristy entered just as Susan was leaving with two young sailors.

"Come out back with me, Mark." The waitress said as she stood and took
my hand.

We went out the kitchen into a little closet where I received a sloppy
blowjob. I wasn't really into it, but she wanted me to shoot on her
face. I did as asked.

On the way back to my table, I bumped in to Kristy. She had picked up
the lead singer, too.

After a couple more customers each, I signaled to Susan that it was
time to leave. As I got up, the waitress stopped me and invited me to
come back later for a fuck. I said I would knowing full well I was not
ever coming back to that bar--this trip at least. The plan was for the
ladies to turn one more trick apiece then I would meet them at the
motel. I drove off to wait for them at the motel.

Susan arrived first with a very tall man dressed in biker colors. They
entered the room. In a minute the lights went out. Kristy came back
with three guys about ten minutes later. About twenty minutes later,
the biker left Susan's room. Ten minutes later, Susan got into the
car.

"How's business?" I asked with a smile.

"Oh, God, Mark, this is such a turn on. I have never felt so alive in
my life. I'm fucking people I do not even know for money. It's
incredible!" Susan said.

"How was the lead singer?" I asked as I looked at my beautiful wife.

"She just wanted me to let her eat my pussy," Susan said smiling from
ear to ear. "She was good. I bet she's a lesbian."

"I bet she is, too." I answered. "Shortly after you had her, she
picked up Kristy."

"Really? Susan asked. "Wow! Is Kristy in her room?"

"Yeah," I said looking at the room. "She went in there with three guys
a little while ago."

"Three?" Susan asked with a shocked look. "Boy, she's hot. She's a
good whore!"

Five minutes later, Kristy's customers drove off in their car. Twenty
minutes later, Kristy joined us.

"Sorry I took so long. I had to take a quick shower. One of the guys
came on my tits." Kristy explained as she got into the car.

"No problem, babe," Susan said before they kissed.

As we drove off, the women counted their earnings. In three hours,
they had earned well over a thousand dollars each. They gave the money
to me to keep for them.

Kristy directed me to a bar about two miles down the road. We had to
park across the street. "Susie and I should go in together, here."
Kristy said. "The place is guaranteed to be packed with sailors. You
go in first, Mark. You're going to want to see this place first. When
we come in, watch the sailors reaction."

"Okay." I said. "Have a good time, ladies."

I went into the bar. Kristy was right. The place was packed with
sailors all right, around fifty of them I guessed. There was no band,
but there was loud rock music coming from speakers on the walls around
the bar. I grabbed a seat at a table by three pool tables. A waitress
took my order and returned with a beer. Just as I took my first sip of
beer, in walked Susan and Kristy. The women entered and strutted
straight to the bar. They took off their coats and the place went
crazy. Other than a few waitresses they were the only women in the
bar. "Lock the door, it's party time." Said a voice over the stereo. A
bouncer went to the door and turned the lock. Kristy and Susan lit
cigarettes, sat down and were approached by the bartender. They said
something to each other, then the bartender announced over the stereo,
"One hundred per man, per load. You must use a rubber. Ballast party!"

The women kissed each other hard. "The lines forms at the back pool
table. Pay the man with the long hair in the back."

In no time flat, men were handing me hundred dollar bills, fifty's,
twenty's, and ten's by the handful. Susan and Kristy each removed
their dresses then took on whoever wanted them--on the pool tables.
It was incredible. One man at a time for each woman. It was very
orderly but Susan and Kristy were having orgasm after orgasm. When one
man finished, another took his place. The women frequently changed
positions on the green felt. I just sat there and watched the most
beautiful women I had ever seen. They got fucked by about fifty men. I
did not keep track, but most men went twice. Some went three times.
Four hours later, two thoroughly fucked women rose from the pool
tables and slowly got dressed. As they sat down I asked them if minded
my giving the house a tip. They said they didn't as each women smoked
a cigarette. I tipped the bartender around one thousand dollars and
bought the house a beer.

Susan and Kristy could barely walk as we crossed the street. The women
got into the back seat together. After I started to drive away, I gave
the money to the women and asked, "How was that?"

Kristy looked up, "Unbelievable, Mark. Unbelievable."

"I have never felt so free in my life," Susan said. "It was one
continuous orgasm. We have to make plans to come back here again."

"Uh huh," Kristy said.

"How much money did you make?" I asked.

About ten minutes later, Kristy said, "A lot. I'm losing count."

"I tipped the house around a thousand and bought the bar a beer." I
said.

"That's okay," Susan said. "My pussy is sore."

"Mine, too," Kristy said.

Two minutes later, I noticed Susan and Kristy were asleep.

*********

Crossings, Chapter Ten

I awoke to the sound of suitcases opening. Susan was packing clothes.
Today was the day I was to leave. "Good Morning, Sue!" I
said. "Sleep well?"

"Good Morning, Mark," Susan replied. "We need to hurry.
Check out time is in an hour."

"Oh, yeah." I said. "Where's Kristy?"

"I'm in the bathroom," Kristy replied. "Good
morning!"

"'Morning, Kristy!" I called back.

I quickly dressed, then assisted in packing chores. Twenty minutes
later, we finished packing. Fifteen minutes after that, we drove to
Kristy's condo.

"I don't think I'm going to like not having sex for three
weeks," Susan observed. "This week has been magic."

I nodded as I drove. Kristy, seated in the back seat was being very
quiet. "Wake up, Kristy," Susan smiled.

"Oh, I'm awake, I'm just zoning out," Kristy said.

"What are you thinking about, babe?" Susan asked.

"Not much," Kristy said. "It's a beautiful day."

It was a nice day.

At Kristy's condo, we sat around and talked about what we had done in
the last week. Time flew by. Soon it was time to head to the hospital
to check Susan in for her breast augmentation surgery the next
morning. On the way to the hospital, nobody said anything. I was
nervous, Susan was scared, and Kristy was lost in thought.

"It'll be okay, Sue," I said as I held her hand.

"I know. A lot has happened this week, Mark," Susan said.

"That is a colossal understatement," I joked.

"I don't want to go back to my old life, Mark," Susan said
as tears welled up in her eyes.

"Susan, you don't have to go back to your old life. I thought
that was clear." I said.

"I know, it's just that this week has been like a dream. I never
want it to end." Susan said.

"I know. I don't want it to end, either." I said as I
stopped the car in the hospital parking lot.

We got out of the car, walked to the admission's office then it was
time for me to leave.

"Kristy," I said, "You're going to love it with
us."

Kristy smiled for the first time in a while, "I know. I'm going
to miss you, Mark."

"I'm going to miss you, too, Kristy. I'll be calling to check on
my two favorite girls," I said.

I kissed Kristy softly on the mouth. I turned then kissed Susan the
same way.

"You better get going, Mark," Susan said.

"I know. You all take care of each other. I'll see you Monday
night at home!" I said.

Both women mouthed, "I love you," as I turned to leave.

On the drive home, I thought about what happened during the last week
at the beach. I saw my wife do things that most any man would have
surely gone berserk over. I had seen my wife change, often very
quickly, from a woman who just wanted to fulfill my fantasy one night
to a woman who wanted the thrill of dancing for a roomful of men.
Next, to a woman who enjoyed group sex beyond belief. Then to a woman
who thrilled at lesbian encounters. Next, to a woman who enjoyed
interracial sex and large penis'. Finally, to a woman who sold her
body. We came to the beach as a couple. I left the beach alone while
my wife was having her breasts enlarged. My wife and I had taken a
third person into our lives and made her a part of our family. My wife
and our new lover want to be exotic dancers when they return. They
want to entertain at bachelor parties--primarily because there is the
possibility of group sex--they want to be paid for that sex, too. My
wife and our new lover want to be free to become prostitutes when the
situation presents itself. My wife wants to give up a very lucrative
career to pursue those interests and whatever interests she might one
day have. My wife one day called herself a slut and wore that label as
a badge of honor. That badge tarnished immediately after she had sex
for money. She then called herself a whore and is currently wearing
that badge as proudly as she is able. Anyone on the outside looking in
would think this is insane. I would have thought it was insane four
months ago, but now it is reality.

I pondered reality on the way home. Susan was living in the
"beach" reality as effortlessly as she lived the reality of
many years of marriage. Was this an escape? Was this really what she
wanted the reality at home to be? On the question of escaping, I would
say yes. She had escaped from the reality that dictated she would be a
"good little girl" with a house, two children, and a doting
husband, to one where sex for money and the prospect of sexual
encounters to come were the major driving forces in her life. Was this
really what she wanted? She said so many times. At the beach I had no
reason to doubt her sincerity. In the car alone, I still had no reason
to doubt her sincerity. When I arrived at home, the reality was
simpler. Things had changed and the only choice I had was accept those
changes because those changes came, at least in part because of me. I
was a part of those changes. It was insane because it was reality.

After I unloaded the car and placed our things upstairs, I telephoned
Susan at the hospital to let her know that I was home all right. She
wanted to know how the house was, then said she couldn't wait for her
and Kristy to join me at home. If I had any questions, that was the
only answer I needed. The new reality was waiting to come home and
mesh with the old reality. Right then, I gave up whatever dreams I may
have had--and consciously didn't know I had any such thoughts--of
things at home ever returning to the way they were. I told Susan I
would start on the modifications to the party room while she was
recovering and that I would be finished by the time she and Kristy
came home. She was excited and said she couldn't wait to host her
first sex party. I was excited, too. After about ten minutes of
telling me what needed to be done for the next week--some things never
change--I told her I loved her then I called Kristy to let her know I
was home all right.

Kristy answered the phone on the second ring, "Hello?"

"Hiya, babe, it's Mark. I just got home. I thought I'd call to
tell you that I can't wait to see Susan and you in a little over a
week," I said enthusiastically.

"I'm glad you're home all right. I was getting worried,"
Kristy said. "I'm just sitting here wondering what my life with
you and Susie will be like. Mark, I have to tell you that this all
seems too good to be true."

"I know it does," I said. "I had pretty much the same
thoughts in the car driving up here. In fact, for a moment I thought
what happened during the week was insane. I think that's a normal
thought. You have nothing to worry about, though. What we planned is
going to happen. It's true."

"Whew!" Kristy was relieved. "Susie and I were worried
that you would get hit with a reality blast then change your
mind."

"I was hit with a reality blast, Kristy." I said.
"Reality is what is happening now. There is no way Susan and I
could ever go back to be the people we were, Kristy--it would be a
lie. We'd be hurting ourselves and we'd be hurting you. I know it has
all happened very, very fast, but Kristy, I love you just like I love
Susan--the only difference is that I've known Susan much, much longer.
That's the only difference. The reality is that I don't want what the
three of us have to ever end."

"I'm so glad," Kristy was crying on the other end of the
line. "I never feel as loved and as happy as I am when I'm with
you and Susie. I was so worried, Mark. I was so worried."

"I know, babe," I said. "Please don't cry."

After about ten more minutes talking about travel plans, furniture,
and living arrangements, I told Kristy I'd call her tomorrow.

At around ten, I called Susan to wish her luck and to tell her that I
loved her. I called Kristy, too--she was incredibly horny.

"Do you realize this is the first night in a week I haven't had
wild, wild sex?" Kristy asked.

"What do you intend to do about it?" I teased.

"I intend to remain chaste until both Susie and I can ravish
you!" Kristy said.

"Same here," I said. "It'll be hard..."

"It'll be wet..." Kristy interrupted.

"But it'll be ready to..." I said.

"... see you!" Kristy added.

We laughed. I told Kristy that I loved her sense of humor. Kristy said
she'd be with Susan at the hospital in the morning. She said she was
quitting her job tomorrow, "It's not like I need the money right
now..." to take care of Susan.

Five minutes later, I was asleep.

At work the next day, my secretary called, "Mark, 5859, it's your
wife."

"It's done, darling! I've got new tits!" Susan exclaimed.
"When the swelling goes down, I'll be a 36D, just like
Kristy!"

"How did the operation go?" I asked her, quite seriously.

"It went great! The doctor said there would be minimal scarring
and that my tits would feel completely normal!" Susan was clearly
gushing with excitement.

"How do you feel?" I asked.

"Can't you tell?" She asked.

"Yeah, I think you're flying on post op painkillers!" I
said.

"You're right!" Susan nearly yelled into the phone.
"What do you think?"

"I think it's great, too. I'm at work, though so I can't really
jump and down, you know!" I laughed.

"Okay, but when you see me, you'll be doing more than jumping up
and down!", Susan said. "Here, talk to Kristy."

"Hi, Mark," Kristy said. "Susie's stoned out of her
mind!"

"I know, I wish I could be there," I said.

"Everything will be okay, I've got everything under
control," Kristy said. "How was your first night
alone?"

"I needed the rest, babe!" I said.

"Me too!", Kristy answered. "Susie wants to talk to
you, now. Take care, I love you!"

"I love you, too!" I answered.

"Mark, this is great!" Susan said.

"I know it is, honey!" I said. "You be sure to do what
the doctors and nurses tell you, all right?"

"I will!" Susan answered. "I love you!"

"I love you, too!" I answered wife.

I was relieved the surgery went well. I found myself fantasizing about
my wife's breasts for the rest of the day.

When I got home, I made dinner, ate, then called Susan at the
hospital. She wasn't so beside herself with joy, now. She said her
breasts hurt but she'd be getting pain medication soon. I asked if
she'd seen her new breasts, yet. She told me she only had small
bandages covering only the incision sites. Susan said she'd have to
wear a bra for support for a while but the doctor told her that
exercise could help delay the forces of gravity. I told her that I'd
be setting up the business tomorrow but I needed to know what to call
it. Susan said, how about "L&L Entertainment" for
"Leather and Lace". I said I'd ask Kristy, too. Susan said
the food was horrible. I laughed.

I called Kristy right after I got off the phone with Susan. I asked
her about the corporation's name and she agreed with "L&L
Entertainment". Kristy had quit her job as she planned and was
anxious to put an end to her relationship with her boyfriend. We
talked a while longer. She was looking forward to her new life and
couldn't wait to come home. I reassured her by telling her that Susan
and I loved very much and wanted her with us. I had to wonder what
this was like on her--she was uprooting her life to move in with
people she met only days earlier. Kristy said she only worried about
material things--she wanted to keep her own bed. I laughed and told
her that I miss my bed, too when I'm out of town.

The next day, Kristy picked up Susan from the hospital and returned to
Kristy's condo. Kristy left her side only to go to the base to meet
her boyfriends ship where Kristy broke up with him. Susan said Kristy
was taking it pretty well. I couldn't help but wonder how her
ex-boyfriend was taking it. I asked Kristy about it. She explained at
first he was stunned, then he accepted the fact that their
relationship was over.

At home, at night, I was modifying the basement's party room according
to my plans. Everything went like clockwork. I gave the system a test
Friday night. Everything worked perfectly. I modified the design so
that it incorporated floor to ceiling one-way mirrors that ran the
length of the room.

Susan had scheduled movers to come for Kristy's belongings Monday
afternoon. Susan and Kristy were to arrive Monday evening. Her
furniture was to be put in storage in our area, but her bed,
television, stereo and other selected items were to be delivered to
our house Tuesday afternoon. Susan was feeling really well, now. She
suffered almost no pain except when she accidentally touched her
breasts too hard.

By Saturday, everything at home was done. The room was finished. It
looked great. I had added track lighting to the ceiling along the
mirrored walls. It was a party room, now. I spent the rest of the
weekend editing the video tapes we had made during our week at the
beach. It was extremely hard editing them when I had to masturbate
every so often. I finished the tapes Sunday night. I titled the tapes,
"Lace does Dulles", "Lace's Night Out",
"Leather and Lace", "Leather and Lace's Lingerie
Show", and "Leather and Lace Go Party". Pretty funky
titles, but Susan and Kristy could change them if they desired.

Susan and Kristy had been busy, too. They had everything packed in
Kristy's condo. Kristy found a buyer who would pay cash for her condo
Friday--Kristy made around fifteen thousand on the sale. She'd close
Monday morning while Susan was getting examined by the doctor. Susan's
breasts still hurt a little when she touched them the wrong way, but
other than that, there was no pain.

Monday morning, I got a call from Susan while I was at work,
"Mark! They're beautiful!" Susan said she was ecstatic about
her new breasts.

"That's great, Sue!" I said, equally as ecstatic.

"Mark, they're so big, and there's absolutely no scarring or
bruising on them at all!" Susan cried out happily. "I can't
wait to show you!"

"I can't wait to see them, honey!" I said.

"The best news is that I can have sex next week if they don't
hurt when they're touched!" Susan said excited. "I can't
wait to make love to you!"

I later learned that Susan could have had sex, but she would have felt
odd not having her new breasts fondled. She chose to not have any sex.

"I can't wait to make love to you, either!" I said.

"Our cab's here! See you tonight!" Susan said. "I love
you, Mark!"

"I love you, too. Have a safe flight!" I said as we hung up.

I took the rest of the day off. I went home to move up the date to
activate the number for "L&L Entertainment". I was sure
that Susan and Kristy would like to get back to work as soon as
possible.

At six o'clock I left for the airport to pick up my two women. By now,
my confusing quest to attach reason to our new lives was long gone. I
just wanted my women home with me.

*********

Crossings, Chapter Eleven

I sat at the gate and waited. At seven ten p.m., I saw my wife and
Kristy for the first time in over a week. Both women were walking from
the commuter plane that had parked on the tarmac. Naturally, my eyes
went right to Susan's breasts. I halfway expected her to be showing
them off, but that wasn't the case. Once through the gate, both Susan
and Kristy jumped into my arms!

"I missed you too so much," I said. "I love you both!"

I kissed both women hard on the mouth right there at the airport. I'm
sure we got some stares but I didn't really care at this point. I just
wanted my women home.

"We love you, too, Mark!" Kristy said. "This really is happening."

"Of course it is, Kristy!" Susan said as the two of us walked to the
baggage claim area.

Susan and Kristy got a skycap while I left to get the car. On the way
home, we talked about everything that happened last week. I told them
I had a surprise for them when they got home. About ten minutes later
we drove up the drive to our home. "Wow! This is your house?" Kristy
asked.

"Sure, is, babe," Susan said. "It's our house. It's your home, too.
Here are your keys."

"It's so big." Kristy said as we drove around back to the garage.
"Nice car's, guys"

"Oh, those?" I said nonchalantly.

"Who do they belong to, Mark?" Susan asked. "Do we have company?"

Kristy looked at Susan with a puzzled look as we pulled into the
garage.

"Here's your surprise, Susan and Kristy!" I said as I took two sets of
keys from my coat pocket. "The two sports cars are yours!"

"You're kidding me, Mark, right?" Susan asked. "Those cars are
expensive."

"I know, but I've wanted to get you one for years, now we can afford
it so I got my whore's each a car!" I said smiling.

The women got out of the car stunned, then walked up to two identical
white cars. On one, the license plate read "L8CE". On the other,
"Lethur". The women got into their new cars, still stunned. They
looked great behind the wheel.

Kristy got out of her car, looked at Susan and started crying. "I
can't believe this is happening to me. I can't believe it," She sobbed
happily as I went to hug her.

"Hey, can you at least give me kiss?" I teased her. "You can still
drive your Toyota if you want, you know?"

Susan joined us with tears in her eyes, too, "What did I ever do to
deserve you, Mark?"

"More than you'll ever know, honey," I said as I exchanged kisses with
both women.

"I just have to show you your new home, Kristy!" Susan said as she led
Kristy by the hand to the entrance to the garage. "Mark, can you get
our things?"

"Some people just don't know when to quit!" I teased as I opened the
trunk of my car.

It took three trips to get their luggage into the house and upstairs.
After the final trip, I heard the women downstairs calling, "Mark, can
you come down to the party room?"

As I walked into the party room, Susan said, "I love what you've done
with the room, honey! The mirrors are fantastic!"

Kristy looked a bit stunned and still didn't really grasp the fact
that this was her home, too.

"I've got a surprise for both of you, now," Susan said. "Close your
eyes and turn your backs."

Kristy came over to me. We turned and closed our eyes. Seconds later,
Susan said, "Tada! You can turn around, now."

"Oh my God, they're beautiful!" Kristy gasped seeing Susan standing
before us topless.

I was speechless. My wife's breasts were indeed beautiful. Much bigger
than before but they looked entirely natural. "Say something, Mark!"
Susan teased.

"I don't know what to say, they look so good, honey," I stammered.

"Just don't stand there, come get a closer look, with you?" Susan
said.

Kristy and I walked up with our eyes focused on her new, larger
breasts. "Can I touch them?" Kristy asked.

"Sure, just be extra gentle," Susan said as Kristy looked very closely
at my wife's breasts then lightly cupped each one in her hands.

"Just a little firmer, but much bigger, Mark. Come on and see for
yourself!" Kristy said.

Indeed, they felt entirely natural but firmer. I looked at Susan and
said, "You are completely beautiful, honey. Your breasts are perfect.
Absolutely perfect!"

"Thank you, Kristy and Mark. Now, please, they're hurting a little so
I better put my bra back on." Susan said.

We withdrew our hands as Susan put on her bra and then her blouse.

"Two more things I want to show you down here," I said as I walked
behind the bar.

I flipped off the main lights and hit the switch for the track
lighting. The women gasped, "Beautiful, Mark. Just beautiful!"

"Thanks, I thought the lights would make the room more intimate. I'm
glad you like them!" I said. "Now, just one more thing."

I reached under the bar and flipped another switch. On each wall,
three mirrors hinged open revealing high quality video cameras behind
each mirror. "Wow, you did it, Mark. Outstanding!" Susan said.

"Where do they feed?" Kristy asked.

"I'm glad you asked! Let's go upstairs!" I said.

We walked up the large staircase in the main foyer. "This place is
simply the nicest house I've ever seen!" Kristy said.

"Thanks, babe!" Susan said as we walked upstairs and into the master
bedroom.

I moved a large painting on the wall and there they were. Six
monitors, two professional quality VCR's and an editing station on a
panel that pulled down to a desk.

"This is outrageous," Kristy said. "Completely outrageous."

Susan was used to my toys then asked the inevitable question, "How
much, Mark?"

"Fifteen grand, whole thing, mirrors included." I had come in under
budget.

"Under budget, I'm impressed." Susan said. "His last project cost us
almost a hundred thousand dollars after he said fifty!"

"Yeah, but you love it now that it all works right!" I said with a
smile.

"What project was that, Mark?" Kristy asked. "The home theater and
video distribution system for the house. Look out the window at the
rocks in the back yard. Those aren't rocks. They're shields for
satellite dishes."

"That many dishes?" Kristy asked, "Why?"

"That's the only way people at any TV in the house can watch different
channels." Susan answered.

"You have your own tanning bed, too?" Kristy asked.

"What?" Susan asked as she turned around. "Mark!"

"There's one in Kristy's room across the hall, too." I said. "I
figured they'd pay for themselves in a year based on the cost of using
a tanning salon."

I had learned long ago to justify extravagance in this way. "Yeah,
just like the dishes will pay for themselves when we're dead and
buried!" Susan joked.

This was a different side of us. Kristy was seeing it for the first
time. "So, you do act like a married couple at home! I'm glad!" Kristy
said as she smiled. "Do you mind if I look at my room?"

"No, not at all," Susan said. "Mark, put away your toys now."

I heard Susan say that I was a real gadget freak. After I repositioned
the picture on the wall, I joined them in the room across the hall.

"Wow, this seems bigger than my condo!" Kristy said. "May I decorate
the room?"

"Sure, it's yours!" Susan said. "Check out the bathroom around the
corner."

"Oh god! It's huge! There's a sunken tub!" She said from inside the
room. "Oh my god, there's a shower, too! A bidet! There's a Jacuzzi in
the tub, too! Damn! How much do I owe you for this. I do intend to pay
you for room and board."

"Sorry, but we wouldn't accept the money," I said sternly. "This is
your house. This is your room. You are an equal partner, Kristy."

"I have to pay you something," Kristy said seriously. "I'd feel like I
was using you if I didn't, Mark."

Before I could say no, Susan put her hand on my mouth and whispered,
"It's important to her, Mark. We talked about this the other night."

"Okay, one dollar, per year." I said. "There's a one dollar security
deposit, as well."

"C'mon Mark, that's silly," Kristy said. "I'd feel more comfortable if
I could pay, really."

"I'd feel more comfortable if you didn't, but if you must, pay Susan.
I don't want feel like I'm using you," I said. "I don't want to talk
about money regarding your living here."

"I'm sorry, Mark." Kristy said.

Susan asked me to leave. A few minutes later, Susan called me back
into the room.

"It's all settled, now, Mark. Kristy will pay us one dollar for the
room," Susan said.

Later I found out that Susan explained what she and I talked about the
other night--that we both considered Kristy part of our marriage--that
she was our wife just like Susan was my wife.

Kristy looked up at me and said, "I didn't know that you felt that way
about me, Mark. I'm sorry, honey."

"I do love you, Kristy. I feel that you are my wife, too." I said.

"See, Kristy?" Susan said. "He's the most protective, generous man in
the world. He doesn't use the word "love" lightly. When he says he
loves you, he means it with all that he is."

Kristy and I kissed tenderly for the first time. I turned and kissed
Susan the same way. Three people in love--I would have never thought
it possible.

"Let's eat!" I said.

We went downstairs to the dining room where I had already set the
table. "Wait until you taste Mark's cooking. He could be chef
anywhere." Susan said proudly.

I brought out the meal. We started with a light shrimp cocktail filled
with wild rice. The next course was my "lobster surprise", meat from
the entire lobster in a special white wine sauce. I poured white wine
for each of us.

"This is fantastic, Mark. I've never had anything like it!" Kristy
said. "I really like the sauce. What's in it?"

"Umm, I'm sorry, Kristy, but Susan doesn't even know," I smiled.

Susan smiled and said, "He's going to die with his secrets of the
kitchen intact. Maybe you can work on him to at least write them down
to pass on to our children some day?"

"Will do!" Kristy smiled.

"Welcome to the family, babe!" Susan said.

We finished eating then sat at the table, talking about things. I
explained the corporation to them. They were anxious to get started,
but would wait until Kristy got settled here. "I have a question, it's
kind of awkward, so bear with me, okay?" Kristy said.

Susan and I nodded.

"Since my bed is not here, yet, where would you like me to sleep
tonight?" Kristy blushed.

"With us, babe!" Susan said. "You sleep with us just like at the
beach."

"Yep, you sleep with us," I said. "Unless you get a boyfriend and want
to be alone or you don't feel good or something like that, okay?"

"Thanks!" Kristy said. "I'll also sleep in my room when your kids are
home. I don't want to become a sore point with them and you. You can
tell them I'm a housekeeper or something like that."

"Thank you, Kristy," I was wondering how I would approach that
subject. "Susan and I decided back at the beach that our sex lives
have always been our business and our children have no right to know
what's up. If they ask, we'll be honest. But if they don't ask, we
won't tell."

"Kristy and I talked about that last night. We think the live-in
housekeeper story is a good one," Susan said.

"I agree and I don't agree. I'm for not telling them anything." I
said.

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it." Susan said. "They won't
be home until Christmas."

It was around ten o'clock, and I was tired. I asked if Kristy and
Susan if they minded if I went to bed. They said they didn't and that
they'd clean up. They thanked me for the meal and I headed upstairs.

"Oh, one more thing, Sue," I called from the back staircase. "What are
you doing tomorrow?"

"I'm going into work to clean out my desk. I called them last week to
inform them of my choice," She said in that matter of fact tone. "Then
I'm coming home to help Kristy get settled. After that, I'm going to
show Kristy around the area."

"Goodnight, ladies." I called from the stairs.

The alarm clock went off in the morning just as it has always done
during the week. The shower woke me up just as always. It was home. It
felt good. My wife had already gone into work as always-- this time
for the last time. The only difference was Kristy. What a welcome
difference. Any man would be glad to have a woman as beautiful as my
wife, but I had two women, each the two most beautiful women I had
ever seen. I was very, very lucky. I dressed for work, then went
downstairs to prepare breakfast.

Kristy surprised me with a wonderful breakfast. "Good morning, babe,"
Kristy said as she finished cooking a wonderfully light omelet.

"Good morning, honey! Smells good! Thank you!" I said--I had called
her honey, something I had always called my wife--It felt natural.

"Sit down, I'll join you in a minute," Kristy said.

The breakfast was wonderful. I thanked Kristy again. I told her to
call me at work if she needed anything during the day. I kissed her
good-bye and went to work. I noticed that Susan drove her new car to
work. I smiled and thought, "Lace."

Around two in the afternoon, I got a call from Susan, "It's done. I'm
at home. I left my job. I'm free to be a whore."

Another bridge had been crossed. Susan said the company tried to
convince her to stay. They offered her a huge raise, but she turned it
down. They parted on friendly terms and invited her to come back if it
ever got cold out there. I had to laugh when Sue told me that. It was
exactly what the Navy told me. There was no turning back now. My wife
really wanted to be a whore. It excited me beyond belief.

When I got home, Kristy and Susan were resting after having unpacked
Kristy's stuff. They were discussing curtains. I kissed each of them
hello then told them I was going to workout.

That's pretty much the way it went while Susan's breasts healed and
she felt ready for making love. Kristy and she had gone out and bought
a lot of new clothes. They'd model for me, but it was very tame
compared to the week at the beach. About two weeks after Susan and
Kristy got home, they started on their careers.

I was at work when the call came. Susan called to let me know she and
Kristy were going to a photographer's studio to get her portfolio
done. It indicated that Susan felt she was ready. She sure looked
ready. She and Kristy had worked out daily in the party room and were
in the best shape of their lives. Kristy did as she said she would do
by teaching Susan the art of the performance. She taught Susan how to
use the mirrors to make sure everything was perfect--but not too much,
just quick glances. They came up with a new act for bachelor parties.
They came up with dance routines for every type of music they were
likely to encounter. Like athletes training for a long season, they
trained hard. I was very impressed. Every curve of their bodies was
perfect. I had never seen two more fit women.

I came home the evening of the phone call to find Kristy and Susan
naked in bed waiting for me. "It has been hard not to, but we didn't
touch each other until right now," Kristy said as she kissed Susan
passionately.

Kristy let her hands explore my wife's breasts, gently at first, then
with more fervor. I undressed as quickly as I could. Kristy's lips
lowered on my wife's right nipple. Kristy kissed the nipple gently,
then licked it quickly. Susan raised her hips and said, "I need you
inside me, Mark."

I slipped on a condom and slowly mounted my wife. "Make love to her,
Mark," Kristy said. "I'll just watch."

As I slowly slid my penis into Susan's body, she trembled softly. "It
has been so long, Mark," She moaned softly. "I love you."

I kissed Susan softly, then lowered my lips to her new, much larger
breasts. I lightly tongued each nipple as I continued to move my penis
at a slow, but steady rate. I started sucking on her right breast. It
was like being with a new woman. I was exploring trying to find the
best technique to use on her breasts so she received maximum pleasure.
Susan had her first orgasm in three weeks as I lightly bit her nipple.
I moved to her other nipple. I bit it gently and she came again.
Twenty minutes passed. My wife came multiple times. I was nearing my
orgasm and quickened my pace. I came in a flood. I stayed inside my
wife until my shrinking penis slid out. Kristy came over, slipped off
my condom, then placed my penis into her mouth. Susan asked me to make
love to Kristy as I had made love to her.

Shortly after Kristy began on my penis, it rose to hardness again.
Susan put a condom in her mouth and placed the condom on my cock.
Kristy laid back on the bed, spread her legs, then I entered her. I
made love to her for the first time that night. When we finished,
Kristy said she had never been made love to like that in her life.

For the rest of the night, we remained naked. We ate in the nude; we
watched television in the nude; and later, we slept in the nude.
Kristy and Susan made love to each other for the first time in three
weeks that night as well.

Prior to falling asleep, Kristy said they were going to audition at
three clubs tomorrow after they received their new pictures.

I awoke, showered, dressed, and went to work, knowing full well that
our new lives had just begun in earnest. At four in the afternoon,
Susan called. "I've got great news, Mark. We've been put on the
schedule to dance tomorrow night at the most exclusive club in the
area!"

Susan gushed that she and Kristy had also auditioned at two other
clubs and were on their schedules as well. They would dance the
weekend away. They informed each club manager that they performed at
bachelor parties, but that scheduling for those parties had to be
through their agency, "L&L Entertainment". They told each manager
their rates, five hundred for one hour for one girl; nine hundred
fifty dollars an hour for two girls; and one thousand dollars per girl
per hour for two girls and simulated lesbian sex. Kristy said the
managers' eyes lit up when they mentioned lesbian sex. It was real.

I got home about two and half hours earlier than normal to find Kristy
and Susan trying on costumes and generally getting ready for tomorrow
night. Their excitement was matched only by the pride I felt in my two
women. I went to the workout room and changed for my workout. When I
returned to the room, I found Kristy and Susan locked in a sixty-nine
on the floor. I sat on a bar stool and watched the women eating each
other. They had not noticed I was there. Orgasm after orgasm these
women endured. I could take it no longer. I pulled off my pants, took
out a condom from my pocket, slipped it on, and plunged my cock into
Kristy's pussy. Kristy pushed back hard as my wife licked her clit and
my cock at the same time. The feeling was incredible and I quickly
reached my own orgasm. Kristy and Susan continued eating each other
for about half an hour longer while I watched. It was incredible to
see this activity going on in my own home. I got hard again and fucked
my wife as Kristy licked Susan's clit this time. Again, I quickly
came. Kristy came again then my wife rolled off her. "Oh, that felt
fantastic," Susan said.

I made dinner for my women that night. We drank champagne, and fucked
again on the dining room table. The women were now sexually ready.

I went to work as I normally did, but I didn't get much done. I was
thinking about my women. I returned home to find a note saying that
they had to leave. The note said for me to be at the club by nine and
to wear a suit. I ate leftovers, showered, dressed, then left for the
club. At the inner door of the club, a door attendant stopped me and
asked for the establishments cover charge. I paid the cover charge
then entered the main room of the club. Once inside, a very pretty
hostess escorted me to a table in the second row of the main stage. On
stage a rather bored looking dancer was performing an uninspired set.
I noticed that her garter overflowed with tips ranging from five
dollar bills to fifty dollar bills. If the patron's would tip this way
for an uninterested and downright boring dancer, I wondered how they'd
tip for Susan and Kristy. As the dancer left the stage, there was a
smattering of applause. This was the real world. These men were not
horny sailors just dying to lose their paychecks, they were business
men, lawyers, and deal makers.

The light's dimmed, then an announcer came to out on stage. "Welcome
to Class, ladies and gentlemen. Here for their first performance in
the area are Leather and Lace!" The announcer left the stage, then fog
filled the stage. "Sirius" by Alan Parson's started to play on the
sound system. This was the same song many basketball teams used during
spotlight introductions. The fog was building up on the stage as the
song continued. All eyes were now on the stage. The three spotlight
operators clicked on the spotlights and began strafing the audience
with the hot lights. I felt goose bumps on my arms and was not
disappointed. Over the sound system boomed my best imitation of a
popular PA announcer. "And now, the stars of the show!" I recorded the
announcement earlier as a joke. Apparently, Susan and Kristy liked it.
"At one dancer for your entertainment, a 5'9" chunk of pure 36D-24-35
gold, Leather!" Kristy rose slowly from the fog, threw her hair back
and punched a fist into the air as the second crash of music banged
through the air. The crowd erupted into very enthusiastic applause!
"At the next dancer, a 5'9" beauty of 36D-24-34 solid titanium fury,
Lace!" Susan exploded through the fog and threw a fist into the air as
the third crash of music came. The place absolutely came unglued.
Everyone was standing and applauding. It was incredible. I looked at
Susan and simply did not believe what I saw. Her hair was straight.
She wore a bright red headband under her bangs. She wore red leather
from head to toe. She wore a skin tight red leather jumpsuit, and red
leather thigh-high boots. Kristy wore a matching black outfit.
Kristy's blonde hair was straight as well. Both women were breathing
hard. It was an incredible entrance.

The women turned, stood back to back, threw their heads back, then
began clapping their hands to the beat of the music. They ran from one
end of the stage to the other, as the audience started clapping their
hands in time, too. Just at the perfect moment, the opening bars of
AC/DC's "Back in Black" blasted out of the speakers. Kristy and Susan
began dancing, very energized. Before they took off one article of
clothing, money was lining the stage. I remembered Susan loved
control. Both she and Kristy were in control tonight. Coordinated,
they slowly pulled down the zippers of their jumpsuits. They shot each
other a glance, threw back their heads then ripped the jumpsuits from
their bodies. The place went crazy again. I could see why. Susan wore
a white, see through lace top. She wore white lace panties over a
white lace garter belt that held up sheer white stockings. Kristy wore
a see through black top, black, studded leather panties over a black
and gold striped leather garter belt. The garters held up sheer black
stockings.

Kristy and Susan danced for the men who put down tips on the stage.
Other men walked up and stood behind the front row and handed them
money. As the AC/DC song ended, a slow, sexy song started,
"Possession" by Sarah McLachlan. Kristy walked up behind Susan then in
a very sexy way, removed Susan's top. Kristy turned then Susan did the
same for her. The women slowly turned to the crowd, topless. They
moved to each side of the stage and slowly, but very sexily ground to
the music as more tips came. They crossed at center stage and
continued to grind slowly as they moved to opposite ends of the stage
again. More tips. As that song ended, the lights dimmed, then the
place went berserk. They wanted more. Susan and Kristy were going to
give them more. "In the Still of the Night" came on. Susan and Kristy
shook their heads wildly as they moved to the center of the stage.
When the fast part of the song first hit, they ripped off each other's
panties and tossed them to the crowd. They were now naked except for
their garters, stockings and boots. Kristy and Susan fell to their
knees, spread their legs, then leaned backward, feeling their breasts
as the ladies rested on their shoulders. Their pussies were in clear
view of the audience. More applause, more tips. Men were practically
throwing money on the stage. The women rose to their feet, then danced
for the men on both sides of the stage. They spread their legs wide
open for each man in the front row. They were stuffing tips into their
boots by now. It was unreal. The song ended, then it was over. Just
like that. Every man in the place, the bartender, and the waitresses
applauded and whistled. Susan and Kristy came out from behind the
curtain, turned their backs to the crowd, jutted out a hip, then blew
kisses to the crowd as they left. A man, whom I assumed was the owner
of the bar, went backstage. Two minutes later, as another dancer was
doing her best to please, Kristy and Susan came out to mingle with the
audience. Susan worked her way over to me and whispered that the owner
had given them a raise. I whispered that I had never seen anything
like that in my life and that I was proud of her. She told me to be
ready when she and Kristy got home; she had come twice while dancing.
She and Kristy had two more shows to do that night, too. I said I had
to leave because of work in the morning. Susan said she understood.
Again, she said that I should expect to be awakened when they got
home. I smiled and left.

At three in the morning, I awoke to the shaking of our bed: Kristy was
kneeling behind Susan and was fucking Susan with her strap on dildo.
Susan was sucking on her own left nipple--something she now did
regularly during sex. Performing a very athletic move, Kristy rolled
on her back while Susan rolled on top of Kristy--the dildo never left
Susan's cunt. Susan leaned over and began sucking my cock while I
kissed Kristy. About two minutes into my blowjob, Kristy asked me to
please come on my wife's face. Next, I stood up and straddled Kristy,
standing so that my cock was at Susan's mouth level. Kristy lightly
massaged my balls as my cock pumped in and out of my wife's hungry
mouth. One minute later I squirted my sperm all over my wife's face. I
laid back down and watched Kristy lick Susan's face clean. The women
kissed, then resumed fucking. I drifted back to sleep.

I awoke to find Susan and Kristy asleep in each other's arms next to
me.

At around noon, as I was leaving for lunch, Susan called. My wife was
very excited when she said that she and Kristy each made tons of money
in tips alone the previous night. I congratulated Susan on her clearly
more lucrative career move. Susan said that last night, after the club
closed, the owner of the club offered them an exclusive deal at five
thousand dollars per week each for four nights dancing. I remembered
reading somewhere that big money like that was usually reserved for
headliners--usually porn stars on tour. Susan said she and Kristy
turned it down, but gave the owner two night's per week-- Tuesday and
Thursday--at two thousand dollars per week, per girl and that it was
not exclusive. The owner jumped at it, she explained. According to the
lead bartender, it was a record night for receipts at the club. I told
Susan to get it in writing. She had beaten me to the punch. She and
Kristy had made up standard contracts during Susan's recovery from her
breast surgery. The owner of the club gladly signed. I told Susan that
I'd be home early today and that I couldn't wait to see my women.

On the way home, I caught the end of an advertisement on the radio,
"... on Tuesday's and Thursday's, starting at nine P.M., catch three
shows from the area's hottest dancing duo, Leather and Lace...". The
owner of the club had not wasted in time in attempting to cash in on
his new dancers. It was the first time I had ever heard dancers
mentioned in his ads. Leather and Lace were hits. I arrived home an
hour later. Traffic was horrible.

I found Susan and Kristy downstairs in the workout room, lifting
weights. They stopped when they saw me. "Hi, honey!" Susan said then
she and Kristy came over and gave me a kiss. "You two were great last
night! Congratulations!" I said as I hugged both women.

"Thanks, honey. It was incredible, wasn't it?" Kristy said.

"After we danced the first time, the other dancers tried extra hard to
put on a good show, but they couldn't," Susan said. "We were at
another level last night."

She and Kristy led me upstairs where they showed me a pile of notes
and phone numbers. "Looks like your second business may be taking off
anytime, now." I joked.

"Yeah, it does, but I think we should wait until we get hit on in
person," Kristy deadpanned. "I mean, I don't know where these notes
came from."

"Kristy's right. We need to be extra careful at that club. The owner
is very nice and we don't want him to get into trouble." Susan
explained. "We need to be extra discreet."

I agreed, then asked, "Do you two dance tonight?"

"Yes, we're dancing downtown at two clubs for two hours each," Kristy
said. "Are you going to come?"

"I wouldn't miss it for the world. Tonight, I can stay for all your
shows," I answered.

"We need to get something to eat, then we need to get going, Susie,"
Kristy said. "Don't expect something like last night at these two
clubs, Mark. They don't have the equipment."

"Okay, I just want to see you two do well," I said as Kristy and Susan
went into the bathroom to shower. "Oh, when are your day's off?"

"Sunday, Monday, and Wednesday, and Friday nights," Susan answered
from the bathroom. "After this weekend, we're saving Friday nights for
bachelor parties."

"I'm going to make dinner," I said as I left the bedroom.

While dinner was cooking, I went into the den to check the voice mail
system I had set up to handle calls for L&L Entertainment. There were
no calls today. I was a little disappointed, but figured once the
ladies had more time and exposure the calls would come. I returned to
the kitchen to find Susan and Kristy, dressed very casually, in blue
jeans, sneakers, and tee-shirts talking about their shows for tonight.

"I'm disappointed that we won't be dancing together tonight," Kristy
said.

"Me too," Susan sighed. "At least we've got things scheduled so we'll
be dancing at the same place. It could have been worse."

"You're right," Kristy said. "It's just that I get so energized when
you're on stage with me. It makes me a better dancer."

"Same here, babe," Susan said as I brought dinner to the table.

"Pretty tame stuff tonight," I said. "Flounder fillets."

"Thanks, Mark!" Kristy said.

"Tame? Mark, you know you make the best food I've ever eaten!" Susan
said.

"The best cock, too!" Kristy smiled wickedly across the table at me as
she took a bite of the fish.

"Wow!" Kristy said with her mouth still full. "You are a fantastic
cook. I have never had fish like this."

"Thanks!" I said. "It's just a hobby."

We finished eating, then the women grabbed their things and drove off
in Susan's car. I'd meet them at the club, later that night.

After my workout, I showered, dressed in blue jeans, sneakers, and
tee-shirt and drove downtown to the first club the women would work
tonight.

This club was in the party block of the city. I parked the car about a
block away, then walked to the club. It was a strange club much longer
than it was wide, with a small stage in the middle. The best seats
were on either side of the small stage but they were taken long ago.
Kristy was on-stage when I walked in and was naked except for a small
garter on her right thigh. A biker type was tipping her a five dollar
bill when I finally found a seat near the waitress station in the back
of the bar. I could barely see anything but Kristy's head. I looked
around but did not see Susan. The crowd was really into Kristy's
dancing, yelling various things. I heard comments like, "Wow, she's
hot!" or "Look at her tits!" regularly while sitting. After another
song, Kristy left the stage to appreciative applause as Susan took her
hand and helped her from the stage. Susan then got up on stage and
just started dancing. It was a far cry from the show I saw last night.
Susan wore a garter, g-string, and white leather bra when she started
dancing. She was bumping and grinding to the beat of the music,
smiling and trying her best, but it just wasn't happening. Susan got
the crowd into it when she took off her bra and licked her left
nipple. From that point on she had the crowd on her side. Three songs
later, she left with her garter stuffed with money. Ten minutes later,
Kristy and Susan came out to thank some of the customers who had
tipped. They would sit with a guy for a few minutes, then get up and
move to the next tipper. Susan saw me sitting in the corner and
winked. I nodded my head up. About twenty minutes later, they went to
the dressing room for their next set. It went that way until it was
time to leave. While I thrilled at the fact my wife and Kristy were
dancing nude before a bar full of strangers, I found that I liked
watching them more when they were more theatrical. This bar was not
the place for theatrics, though. The customers wanted to see tits and
pussy and that was pretty much it. Kristy and Susan tipped the
bartender, then we left through the back door. I lost them in traffic
on the way to the next club, but I knew where it was so I was just a
little behind them.

The next club was much nicer. It had a larger stage. The tables were
covered with green linen table cloths and the waitresses where much
more professional. The dancers were also prettier. Shortly after I
arrived, Susan took the stage dressed in a white leather bra studded
with fake gems, white bikini bottoms studded with fake gems, a white
lace garter, and white leather ankle boots. The crowd was much more
appreciative in this place. The sound system was better. Susan really
got into her act and made much more money in tips during her first
set. I overheard one of the customers at a table next to mine say that
he thought my wife was one of the dancer's he'd seen last night at
another club. When Susan took off her top, he said that it was indeed
her. He said, "She's a fantastic dancer, I hope her partner is dancing
here tonight, too. When she's done, let's get a table dance from her."

Susan and Kristy never mentioned table dancing to me. I was intrigued
by the idea. Susan took off her bikini soon after she removed her top
as she continued dancing very energetically to the music. The crowd
was really into it and the tips kept coming. When the next song had
ended, Susan was naked, her garter was overflowing with money. The
crowd stood and applauded as she put on her robe and left the stage.
Kristy came out next dressed in a blue rubber bra, blue rubber
panties, and blue rubber boots. She looked very erotic with her blonde
hair, curly again, done in a big hair style. The men were staring at
her every move as she danced wildly on stage. This place was more like
it for me. The women were allowed to perform and the men appreciated
it. The man who commented on Susan earlier said that this place now
had the two best dancers he had ever seen anywhere.

About five minutes after Kristy had finished her set, they started
thanking the customers for their tips. The man seated at the table
next to mine, asked Kristy and Susan for a table dance. The men paid
the standard table dance fee that I had seen on a sign over the bar.
Susan and Kristy agreed, then started dancing right there for the two
men at the table. Touching dancers was prohibited--I later learned it
was illegal from a placard on my table--but the women had put on a
really good show for the two men. Kristy and Susan had the men eating
out of their hands with their routines of bumps and grinds. When they
turned to leave, Susan turned back around, faced the men, and lightly
licked her right nipple. These guys as well as many others got to see
Susan and Kristy perform on the stage and at their tables. After their
last table dance for the men at the table next to mine, one of the men
bent over and whispered something into Susan's ear. I suspected she
was propositioned. She shot me a quick glance that confirmed my
suspicion. She whispered something back to the man, shook her head,
then turned to leave. When we were at home I was determined to find
out exactly what the man had said. I got up to leave and heard the man
say, "Damn, I would love to fuck that lady." His friend at the table
said, "Yeah, I'd love to fuck them both, at the same time." I smiled
as I left the bar and headed home--little did they know that for the
right price, they could have had them both.

"I really wanted to fuck him," Susan said after telling me that I was
right on target with my guess. "I just didn't want to do it tonight. I
told him to come back tomorrow night and we'd see."

"So tomorrow night is when you'll start hooking again?" I asked
excitedly.

"Looks like it is. If he pays enough,'' Kristy said as she and Susan
smiled.

*********

Crossings, Chapter Twelve

I got up, walked behind Susan, seated at the kitchen table. I reached
over her shoulders and began to massage her big tits through her
tee-shirt. "Mmm, that feels good." Susan moaned as she arched her back
jutting her tits out. "You know, I think you want Kristy and I to
start whoring again."

"I do." I whispered into my wife's ear.

"Mmm... I love to suck cocks. I love to feel them on my lips." Susan
said moaning gently. "I love the feel of cocks in my mouth. I love to
run my tongue all over them as I suck hard."

I had bent over and began to lick Susan's neck and ears. Kristy,
seated across from us, was massaging her breasts as she listened and
watched. "I was born to suck and fuck hard cocks." Susan said with a
sigh as she turned to face my groin.

"No, keep talking, it's good." I said as Susan stroked my hard cock
through my jeans.

"Oh, the feel of any hard cock in my mouth is what I am. I love it
when cocks shoot their hot cum into my mouth and all over my face."
Susan was getting very hot now as I continued to rub her breasts and
lick her neck. "I want to feel cocks probing my body. I want them
between my big tities as they pump my chest. I want to kiss cocks as
they cum all over my chest."

Kristy had removed her tee-shirt and was sucking one of her nipples.
She sat, her legs spread wide with one hand under her jeans finger
fucking herself as she listened to Susan speak. Susan with her eyes
closed, had spread her legs wide as well so she could rub her cunt
through her jeans.

"I want to feel cocks in my cunt and in my ass at the same time,
again. I want cocks all over my body. I want to bathe in cum." Susan
said as Kristy rose from her chair and began taking off my wife's
jeans. "I want as many cocks as I can possibly take. I want them all
the time."

Susan's breathing began to quicken. Before Kristy had taken off
Susan's jeans my wife had come. "I want women to eat my pussy as I
suck cock. I want pussy on my face as I get fucked in the ass and in
the cunt. I want to fuck pussy as I get fucked in the ass. I want your
cock in my mouth, now, Mark!" Susan demanded.

I pulled my cock from my jeans, straddled Susan while Kristy began
eating her pussy and jammed my cock into my wife's open mouth. I
pumped my wife's mouth vigorously as Susan came again. "Suck my cock,
whore. Suck me off!" I commanded as I took my wife by the hair,
jamming my cock further into her mouth and throat. "I'm going to come
all over your whoring face, then I'm going to make the blonde whore
lick it up until you are clean."

I was beside myself with passion. I was pounding my wife's mouth
harder than I had ever done. "If you want cock, I'll give you cock,
whore!" I screamed deliriously.

Kristy was writhing in passion as she continued to eat Susan's pussy.
"I'll give you a cum bath, bitch!" I screamed as I pulled my cock from
my wife's mouth and shot sperm all over her face, neck, and hair.

"Get up, you blonde slut. Get up, now!" I screamed at Kristy, beside
myself. "Lick the cum from this whores body, you whore!"

Kristy bent over and did as ordered. I grabbed Kristy by the tit's as
she licked my wife's cum soaked face. "I suppose you want a cum bath,
too, whore?" I asked as I squeezed Kristy's nipples, hard.

"Oh, God, yes!" Kristy moaned, stopping her cleanup chores just long
enough to speak.

"Fine, whore." I said as I reached in my pocket for condom.

I slid the condom on my still hard cock then lowered Kristy's jeans
and plunged my cock into her sopping wet pussy. "Don't stop, Mark.
Don't stop!" Kristy begged.

"I'll stop when I'm damn good and ready, whore. You'll have no say in
the matter!" I yelled as Kristy came.

"Pussy juice!" I said to Susan. "Stop kissing that whore, Kristy! I
thought you were cleaning her up!" Kristy did as ordered. When Susan
was clean, I found a new target. "Lick the pussy juice from this
blonde whore's legs, bitch!" I commanded Susan. Susan slid off the
chair and began licking Kristy's upper thigh's. "That's right, whore!
You just keep licking!" I said to Susan. "When you're done, lick her
clit!" Soon, Kristy was having her clit licked by Susan. "Lick her
clit hard, now!" I said as I pulled my cock from Kristy's cunt--I was
filling the condom with sperm.

Kristy had a shattering orgasm and had to lie down on the floor to
steady herself. "Still want a cum, bath, whore?" I asked Kristy.

"Yes!" Kristy said breathlessly.

I squeezed the rubber so cum ran all over Kristy's face. "Now, you
lick the cum from her face!" I said to Susan. "Do not stop until you
are completely finished! If you are a good little whore, I'll fuck
your cunt."

Susan got on her hands and knees and started licking the cum from
Kristy's face. I slipped another condom on my amazingly hard cock,
then I fucked my wife. "You've been a good whore. Now, take this."

Susan came again just as I shot my final load of the evening into the
rubber. I sat down on the chair, exhausted. Kristy and Susan started
laughing to themselves. "What's so funny?" I asked.

"You were out of control, Mark! It was great!" Susan said. "I never
knew you could be so demanding. I loved it!"

Kristy nodded as she slowly stood. "My, my, my, Susie. We've created a
monster!"

"No, babe, we just freed the monster. It was always there, just
waiting for the right time!" Susan laughed as we rose then headed
upstairs.

While they may have freed the monster, the door opened wide for the
whores to begin.

The next morning when I awoke, I found the women as I usually did,
exercising in the workout room. I joined them.

"Mark, thank you for last night," Susan said. "It was incredible."

"It was for me, too!" I grinned as I stepped on treadmill. "What's on
the schedule for today?"

"We need to go grocery shopping, then we're going to get our hair
done." Susan said as she sat up from the nautilus machine. "We're
getting our perms freshened."

"We need to be at the first club by six tonight, so we'll just go
straight from the hairdresser's," Kristy added.

"Mark, we don't know when or if we'll be home tonight," Susan said.
"Are you sure that's all right with you, honey?"

"That's fine with me, honey," I said knowing full well that they were
probably going to get fucked for money tonight. "When do you start
dancing at the second club tonight?"

"Ten," Susan said as she smiled at Kristy. "We'll call you when we
know what's up, okay?"

"Why not just give me a wink or something?" I asked.

"You're going to be at the club tonight?" Kristy asked.

"Sure! I've watched you two pick up men before," I said. "I find it
exciting. One request, can you tape it?"

"Sure!" Kristy said. "We'll see you when we get back from the grocery
store!"

Susan and Kristy gave me a kiss then went upstairs to change.

After I finished my workout, I went outside to shoot some baskets.
After about ten minutes of shooting, I saw Susan and Kristy leaving
for the grocery store. I stopped dead in my tracks. They were in full
makeup, with hair done. Each woman wore skin-tight blue jeans. Susan
wore a loose fitting white blouse cinched at her waist by a thick red
belt. On her feet were red high-heeled pumps. Kristy wore only a Swede
vest on her upper half. Kristy wore brown high-heeled pumps. It was
just as if we were at the beach. Stunned, I hadn't seen them dress
this way while we were at home. They waved as they got into Kristy's
car. Soon they had driven off. "Slut mode," I said as I hit a
three-pointer.

Two hours later they returned. "Honey, can you help us with the
groceries?" Susan called from the intercom in the garage.

"Sure, I'll be right down," I said then started downstairs.

I ran into Kristy in the kitchen dropping off two bags of groceries
and stopped to check her out. "Mark, don't you know it's impolite to
stare?" Kristy asked playfully.

"I bet the grocery store was a completely new experience for some of
the customers?" I asked as I took a bag from Kristy.

"Yeah, it was!" Kristy laughed.

"Hey, you two, let's get the groceries in here," Susan said as she put
her two bags on the counter.

I went out and grabbed the rest of the groceries and set the bags on
the floor. "Kristy tells me you had a good time at the grocery store,"
I said.

"It was neat. The grocery store manager saw me and nearly fell out of
his booth," Susan said.

"You mean the guy who used to cash checks before the ATM was
installed?" I asked.

"Yeah!" Susan said. "

"Then there was the guy at the seafood section," Kristy added. "He was
positively drooling."

"We ran into Joanne Sloane, too," Susan said.

"You're kidding me! I'm friends with her husband. We've been to a
couple of their parties, Kristy," I explained.

"She didn't know who I was until I introduced myself." Susan said.
"She nearly died."

"I'll bet she did!" I said. "I wonder what she's going to say to
Dave?"

"I think she's bi," Kristy said. "She couldn't keep her eyes off our
tits."

"Joanne? Bi?" Susan asked. "You've got to be kidding me. That lady is
the biggest prude I've ever met."

"You never do know, do you?" Kristy said with a grin. "Next time we
see her we should invite her over for coffee, don't you think?"

"She'll never do it," I said. "Her husband? That's a different story.
He's a dog. He used to hit on Susan all the time at the parties we
attended."

"Yeah, but he won't get any unless he pays, now," Susan laughed.

We put away the groceries then the ladies drove off to get their hair
done.

"Slut mode sure is fun," I said as I settled down to watch a
basketball game.

I arrived at the club shortly before ten. The place was packed. It was
standing room only. People were talking about the two dancers from the
night before. Of course, they were talking about Susan and Kristy. The
people who were there the night before kept say that Susan and Kristy
were the best looking, best dancers they had ever seen. I had to
agree.

Susan was out first and performed her usual outstanding set. She was
tipped really well. Customers kept giving her money even after she
left the stage and was on her way back to the dressing room. I looked
around for the guys who had propositioned her the night before. The
place was too packed. I couldn't find them. Kristy came out next and
turned the place into a screaming insane asylum when she did her act.
It was apparent that these two women had control over a crowd of men
that the other dancers just couldn't match. Ten minutes after Kristy
finished her set, she and Susan joined those seated for thank you's
and table dances. I had to feel sorry for the dancer on stage because
most of the men in the place were watching Susan and Kristy. I walked
up and tipped the dancer a fifty. This seemed to draw some attention
away from Susan and Kristy--at least among the men lining the stage. I
found a table after some guys left, then sat down. A moment after the
dancer I tipped finished her set, she joined me. She thanked me for
such a large tip. I told her I felt bad that so many people were
watching Leather and Lace. She said not to worry about it. She thought
they were the best dancers she had ever seen. She also said they
weren't like other dancers--they were nice and didn't flaunt what they
had. She mentioned that she'd like to learn from them because she
really liked dancing and was working her way through college. She
thanked me again, then got up to leave. I thought about telling her
that I was Lace's husband, but thought better of it. I decided to tell
Susan and Kristy about it later to see what they thought about helping
her out. I felt very gratified knowing that Susan and Kristy were
being accepted and respected by their peers.

Susan and Kristy were on their last round of table dances for the
evening when Susan caught my eye and winked. I smiled, got up, left
the club then drove home. About twenty minutes after I arrived, Kristy
called saying that they'd be out all night, the men who had
propositioned them last night, had propositioned them again. Kristy
told me the man and his friend had offered them a large sum of money
each for the night. I told Kristy to have a good time and that I'd see
both women tomorrow.

It was real. My wife and our lover were becoming prostitutes. I was
very excited. I masturbated to the tapes of our nights at the beach. I
fell asleep with my limp penis in my hand.

I awoke at around ten in the morning. I looked around. Susan and
Kristy weren't there. I drifted back to sleep. At around one in the
afternoon, I was awakened by Susan and Kristy. They were sucking my
cock. I came very quickly into Kristy's mouth. She and Susan shared
the cum with a kiss. "Thank you for letting us be hookers, Mark."
Susan said after she and Kristy broke their kiss.

Susan reached into her workout bag then handed me a couple of video
tapes saying, "Watch these while Kristy and I shower."

The tape started with Susan and Kristy in the bathroom of a hotel
room. They each inserted contraceptive sponges into their vaginas.
Next, the scene shifted to room. It was a normal hotel room. I had
seen too many of these in my travels. One of the men turned on the
clock radio. He found a rock n' roll station. Kristy started dancing
with Susan as the men watched. Kristy started undressing Susan while
she kissed Susan hard on the mouth. I noted the women were wearing
what they wore to the grocery store earlier in the day. Soon, Kristy
was eating Susan's pussy. "Are you going to join us?" Susan asked the
men. Susan put a condom in her mouth, grabbed one of the men by the
cock and sucked his cock into her mouth. When the cock came out, the
rubber was fully installed. Susan put another rubber into her mouth
then did the same thing for the other man.

"Where did you learn to do that?" One man asked Susan. "It felt
fantastic."

"I'm very skilled. It came naturally," Susan said as she took a man's
cock into her mouth.

The other man went behind Kristy, pulled down her jeans, then began to
fuck her pussy from behind. Susan removed the dick from her mouth then
asked its owner to straddle her chest and fuck her tits. I watched the
screen as Susan pushed her large tits together. The man on her chest
slid his cock between the mounds. Susan began to moan, repeatedly
saying, "Fuck my tits!"

Each time the mans cock pushed forward, Susan would either lick or
kiss its head. Next Susan asked the man to fuck her face. He happily
did so. Susan had an orgasm from Kristy's tongue. While Susan was
getting her face fucked. Kristy was getting fucked by the other man in
the room. I became hard again, then masturbated. I stopped the tape,
deciding the watch it the rest later. About ten minutes later, the
women came out of the bathroom, "Why no video?" Susan asked.

"I masturbated once, then decided the real thing was much better," I
said.

"Well, it is!" Kristy said.

"It sure is!" Susan said as the two women kissed then made love while
I watched.

About an hour later, we were downstairs in the kitchen talking when I
asked, "How does it feel to be a hooker?"

"It feels great!" Susan beamed. "I can't wait to do it again!"

"I love it, Mark." Kristy smiled brightly. "I just love it."

"Oh, we forgot something," Susan said as she went to the counter for
her purse. "Here's the money from last night."

*********

Crossings, Chapter Thirteen

"Your first three calls about bachelor parties, ladies!" I said.

I played them back. All the calls were for two ladies. I told Susan
and Kristy that I'd call these people from work tomorrow to answer
their questions. They were excited. So was I. I really liked going to
bachelor parties with them. "Did you get any sleep last night?" I
asked.

"Some, but not much. We gave those guy's their money's worth." Kristy
smiled.

"Why don't you both go to sleep? I asked with a smile.

"I don't need to be asked twice," answered Sue. Sue and Kristy went to
bed.

The next day at work, I called the people who wanted more information
about bachelor parties. No party could afford what Susan and Kristy
charged for a show. Disappointed, I figured that sooner or later
someone would pay, then word of mouth would get the rest done.

The next day, after I arrived home from work, I mentioned the dancer I
had met the other night, "Susan, did you know that the other dancers
think that you and Kristy are the best dancer's they've ever seen?"

"No. How do you know that?" Susan asked.

"I met one of them Saturday night after I had tipped her during her
dance." I explained. "She was on stage while you and Kristy were table
dancing. She was almost ignored by most of the guys in the place so I
decided to tip her."

"That's my knight in shining armor," Susan said smiling. "Is there
more?"

"After she finished her set, she sat down and thanked me for tipping
her. We talked for a bit and she mentioned that she and the other
dancers were really impressed with your talents." I said with a smile.
"She's a college student working her way through school. She said she
wanted to learn from you and Kristy."

"I'm quite flattered." Susan said smiling. "Did you tell her that I
had just started dancing?"

"No. I figured that might make her feel bad. I didn't even tell her
that I was your husband." I said. "Maybe you and Kristy could get with
her sometime and show her some things?"

"Do you know her name?" Susan asked.

"No, I didn't catch her name." I said feeling foolish. "But she was
the dancer immediately after Kristy left the stage the first time."

Susan thought for a moment, "Baby face, nice legs?"

"Yeah." I answered. "Dirty blonde hair."

"Deirdre." Susan said. "I'll ask Kristy about it when she comes down."

Kristy joined us at the dinner table a minute later. "Sorry! I was on
the phone with my mother." Kristy said, "How was your day, Mark?"

"Fine." I said.

I explained that the bachelor party calls had pooped out. She and
Kristy agreed to help out Deirdre.

The rest of the night was dedicated to working out for me, rehearsing
for Susan and Kristy. After my workout, I went upstairs, took a
shower, turned on the television, then laid down. The next thing I
knew it was after midnight. Susan and Kristy were cracking up as they
watched "Geraldo". The topic for the show: "Housewife hookers and
their disapproving husbands." I fell asleep again.

After work, the next day, I found myself home alone. Susan and Kristy
wrote a note saying that they had left for work. Dinner, the note
read, was in the crock pot on the counter. They wrote they'd also
found a maid. "The place does look cleaner," I thought to myself.

After dinner, I got a call from Susan asking me if I was going to come
to the club. I said I wasn't planning on it because I had to prepare
for a meeting in the morning. What she said next scared me to death,
"The owner of this club knows we hooked the other night." Susan said.

"How?" I responded in panic.

"We fucked his son." Susan deadpanned. "He was pretty cool about it,
though."

"Oh my God!" I gasped. "Are you in trouble?"

"No." Susan said.

"You're going to make ask why, right?" I asked. "Okay, why?"

"I thought you'd never ask." Susan joked. "He said it was okay that we
had 'outside activities'. He said that normally he'd fire dancers who
hooked because it gave his place a bad name."

"Yeah, right. And the moon is really cheese." I said sarcastically.
"What does he want in return?"

"He said he didn't want anything but for us to continue dancing at his
club." Susan said. "He said he couldn't afford to fire us because we
we drew a lot people into the club. I believed him when he said we
could 'date' customers but he didn't want anyone else to know about
it--at all. He demanded that we be 'beyond discreet'."

"We'll see." I said. "Sooner or later, this guy is going to want
something more in return."

"I don't think so, Mark." Susan said. "He said he didn't want to know
about our 'outside activities' at all."

"Be careful, honey. You and Kristy be very careful." I said.

"We will." Susan said. "Everything will be all right."

"On the lighter side of things, there were two more bachelor party
calls," I said.

"Really? Any takers?" Susan asked.

"I haven't called back, yet." I said.

I wished the ladies good luck then we hung up.

I returned the two calls about bachelor parties. Both wanted two women
and were willing to pay. The catch was, they wanted them at the same
time. I managed to squeeze two hours between bookings. The first one
would be at 9pm Friday, the second one at midnight Friday. This meant
that the first one would be completely straight-- no fucking. The
second one could be an anything goes affair. They'd make at least four
thousand dollars that night, not counting tips or other fees. I
smiled.

The rest of the night was uneventful. I awoke the next morning to find
myself with my wife and Kristy curled up, spoon style, asleep. When I
got home that night and went to the bedroom to change my clothes, I
found Susan and Kristy making love. I stood silently at the door and
watched until Kristy saw me. "Just what we need!" Kristy smiled.
"Let's have that cock of yours!"

The three of us fucked for about an hour then Kristy announced, "I'm
hungry! Let's eat!"

Kristy had been eating quite a bit lately prompting me to ask the
obvious question, "Kristy, are you pregnant?"

Kristy smiled and said, "No. It would be a miracle if I were."

"Mark." Susan said. "Kristy can't have babies. She's had her tubes
tied."

"I'm sorry, Kristy." I said completely embarrassed. "I didn't know."

"That's okay, Mark." Kristy said. "Actually, I got sick when I was a
little girl and my parent's told me when I was approaching puberty
that my ovaries had to be removed. It's just easier to tell people I
had my tubes tied."

"I'm sorry, Kristy. I don't know what to say." I felt like an idiot.

"It's okay, Mark, really! I'm just hungry!" Kristy said as she held my
face in her hands.

"Sometimes, I can be a real jerk." I said with tears welling up in my
eyes.

"Hey, honey, don't cry. It's okay. You had no way of knowing." Kristy
said as she kissed my cheeks.

Susan and Kristy got up a few minutes later, put on robes and made
dinner. During dinner, I still felt like an idiot. I didn't say much.
"Anything wrong, Mark?" Susan asked.

"No, nothing's wrong. I'm still embarrassed, that's all. I'll be
fine." I said. "Oh! I scheduled two parties for you on Friday night.
One at nine, the other at midnight. Both are the works. That means
you'll make at least four thousand dollars!"

"Great! We've been dying to do a party!" Kristy said.

"Only one problem, though." I said.

"We don't have enough time for any 'outside activities' at the first
party?" Susan asked.

"You got it, babe!" I said. "The second party is your call."

"I'm stoked!" Kristy said. "Thanks, Mark!"

"All I did was answer the calls, Kristy. You should thank yourselves.
You're doing great!" I said smiling.

After dinner, we worked out together, showered, then sat around the
house watching television.

The next night, Susan and Kristy were working at the nicest of the
three clubs. Around midnight, I was awakened by a call. "Sorry to wake
you, Mark." it was Susan. "I don't know what time we'll be home
tonight."

"Okay," I said still really asleep. "Have fun."

I hung up the phone, fell asleep, then woke up when I heard Susan and
Kristy laughing downstairs. It was four in the morning. I got out of
bed, put on my robe, then joined them.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"Oh, sorry to wake you, Mark," Kristy said laughing hysterically.
"You're not going to believe what we were paid to do tonight!"

"I'm all ears." I said, not yet privy to the joke.

"After our second set, we went around to thank the guys for tipping
us," Susan said. "These two extremely well dressed men were the most
generous of the tippers. When we thanked them, they asked us to sit
and talk for a moment."

Kristy started in when Susan couldn't continue due to her laughter,
"They were very, very effeminate. I knew instantly they were gay. It
shocked hell out of me when they propositioned us. They slipped us a
note saying they'd give us two thousand dollars each if they could
watch us make love. The note had a hotel name and room number. We
agreed."

Susan had recovered long enough, "They left right after that. After
our last show, we went to their room. When they answered the door,
they were dressed as women--good looking women, too! Kristy and I
almost died. We went into the room, they paid us, offered us a drink--
we declined, then I started into Kristy. Kristy and I were naked and
really getting hot when I looked over at the 'ladies'. They had their
cocks out -- they were huge! I mean one had to be just as big as the
biggest one at the beach. I was really turned on. I went down on
Kristy."

Susan started laughing. Kristy had to pick up the story, "About a
minute later, I'm tapping Susie on the head. I pointed at the
'ladies'. They were sucking each other's cocks! I had never seen
anything like that before. The sight really turned me on. I grabbed
Susie by the hair and jammed my pussy into her face. I had a really
good orgasm, then went up to one of the guys and asked him if he
wanted some help. He turns to me and says in this perfectly bitchy
voice, 'Look, you're a girl, you go out and get your own, honey!' I
wasn't going to really do anything, but I thought it would be nice to
offer. Then all of a sudden, I started laughing. I haven't been able
to stop! It was just the way he yelled at me."

Susan was holding her side from laughing so hard. After they calmed
down, Susan said the most incredible thing, "Mark, I'd like to see you
with a man. What I saw tonight was hot."

I did not have to think twice about my answer, "Sue, you know I'm not
even remotely attracted to other men. I have to say no."

"That's okay, I hope you're not mad at me?" Susan asked as she smiled.
She started laughing again.

"That's the joke, Mark!" Kristy laughed. "Susie said you'd say exactly
what you said."

"Very funny, ladies!" I said as I started laughing, too. "I'm going
back to bed!"

When I got up, the ladies were watching TV in the kitchen. "Are you
sure, Mark?" Susan laughed as she teased.

"Y'all are cracking me up!" I said as I went back upstairs. By the
time I got out of the shower, Susan and Kristy were asleep in the bed.

"Hi, Mark! You're going to love the costumes we're going to wear when
we perform tonight!" Kristy said as I walked into the kitchen after I
had returned from work.

"I bet I will!" I answered. "How was your day?"

"Pretty good. We got up at noon then went shopping. We just got back a
little while ago." Kristy answered as she was cooking dinner.

Susan was downstairs working out. After I went upstairs to change into
my sweats, I joined her. We lifted for about an hour, then showered.

After dinner, we got ready for our first bachelor party since the
beach. Susan and Kristy were extremely excited. I reminded them that
the first one was business only then I went down to the kitchen to
wait. I watched television for about a half hour then the ladies
arrived. They were dressed casually but made up completely for their
shows. Both Susan and Kristy had their hair done so it was big, but
framed their faces in soft, sexy curls. They each wore big hoop
earrings and had done their makeup to make their eyes look extremely
sexy. We were set to go.

The first party was at a hotel near the airport. We entered, then went
up to the room. The room was a small suite, but adequately held the
twenty or so men attending the party. The best man introduced us to
the groom. He commented how pleased he was that he got the best
looking women he had ever seen to dance for his best friend. Susan
asked if there was a place she and Kristy could change. The best man
said he was sorry, but asked if the bathroom would do. The ladies said
it was fine. Kristy handed me her boom box then she and Susan followed
the best man as he led them to the bathroom. The path to the bathroom
wound through the main room. The biggest difference so far between the
beach and this party was in the behavior of the men. The men looked at
my wife and Kristy but did not make any lewd remarks or catcalls. They
were polite--at least for now.

About twenty minutes later, Kristy yelled, "Ready!"

I was by the light switch and turned down the lights in room. Next, I
started the tape. It was the same introduction tape I had made for
them as a joke--the one they used when they danced for the first
night. At the right time, Kristy ran from the bathroom, stopped in
front of the men who were gathered in a semi circle in the room, and
shot a fist into the air. The men started whistling when they actually
got a chance to look at her costume. Kristy wore a black Lycra body
suit that had many, many cutouts that exposed parts of her body. On
her feet were red high-heeled pumps. She carried a cat-o-nine tails
which hung from a ring on her thick, red leather belt. Susan came out
dressed in white from head to toe. She had a white full length body
suit with zippered front. Susan had the zipper pulled down to expose
cleavage. She wore white high-heeled pumps, around her neck was a
white, silk scarf. Susan stood beside Kristy. As the introduction song
faded, Susan removed the scarf from her neck, wrapped it around
Kristy's head then pulled Kristy's face to her own where they kissed
hard, but quickly. The place erupted into whistles and catcalls.

Starting with the groom, Kristy and Susan circled the room then did
their best to make each man feel welcome by rubbing their still
clothed breasts in their faces. The met in the center of room then
slowly removed each others jump suits. Both Susan and Kristy were now
topless before the men in the room--each were clad in only their shoes
and extremely tiny g-strings. Singling out the groom and best man,
Susan and Kristy rubbed their breasts in the faces of each man, then
straddled each man while they ground their g-string covered pussies on
the crotches of the two men. The best man, in a moment of passion,
sucked on Susan's right nipple for a moment. Susan and Kristy got up
from each man's lap, then kissed each man lightly on the mouth. Next,
they moved to the center of the floor where they dropped to their
knees, spread their legs, then laid backward. While laying back, Susan
and Kristy each inserted a finger under their g-strings and
masturbated for about a minute. The room was dead quiet as they ground
their hips into their fingers. Quickly the women spun on their sides
grabbed each other by the waist, spun around so they were in
sixty-nine position. Each woman shook their heads violently then came
up with g-strings in their mouths. "Who want's a g-string!" each woman
shouted to the crowd as they threw their g-strings into the men
gathered around. Focusing their attention on the groom and best man
once again, Kristy straddled the best man the Susan straddled the
groom. Each woman lightly stroked the crotch of the man before them,
then sat down. Susan and Kristy each ground their now naked pussies
into the crotch of the man under them. Once again, the best man tried
to suck Kristy's breasts but was foiled when she grabbed his head then
pulled it hard into her chest. Quickly, Susan and Kristy rose, gave
each man a harder kiss on the mouth, turned, then glided to the center
of the room. Kristy then took Susan's hand and led it to her right
breast. Susan kissed Kristy on the mouth, then the two women gently
laid on the floor and locked in a sixty nine position for about five
minutes. The room was dead silent as the women simulated oral sex on
each other. During the five minutes, each woman moaned, and ground
their pussies. I found it hard to believe it was simulated, but took
them at their word. Kristy rose off Susan then helped her to her feet.
Both women gave the groom and best man a kiss, then bowed to the
crowd. The crowd applauded. Kristy and Susan walked to the bathroom.
The show was over. The best man got up and asked for tips to be placed
in a fishbowl he started around the room. Ten minutes later, Kristy
and Susan joined me at the door. Susan and Kristy thanked the men for
their applause and tips, then left.

"That was weird." Susan said as we drove away. "I wasn't in the least
bit turned on the whole time."

"I told you that would happen, Susie." Kristy said.

"I had fun, but it wasn't like I was dancing in a room full of men
with my body naked," Susan explained. "It was like I was performing."

"See? All the training pays off, now." Kristy said.

"I think it was just the fact I knew that I wasn't going to be able to
have sex with anyone, even you, Kristy." Susan said. "Still, you're
right. If we had not worked as hard as we worked, we wouldn't have put
on a good show. I think it was a good show. What do you think, Mark?"

"I thought it was great! I especially like the new moves--the one
where you ripped the g-strings off was great!" I answered. "Did I get
a hard-on? No, but I was excited. Then again, I didn't get a hard-on
at the first bachelor party until you both got eaten by the best man
and groom. I was excited but no hard-on."

"I guess that's just way it is." Susan said as we drove to the next
party.

The next party was on the other side of the city in another hotel
suite. On the way there, the women counted their tips.

We arrived at the hotel about thirty minutes early and decided to wait
it out in the hotel bar. Both Susan and Kristy were hit on almost
immediately by guys who they politely turned down. About five minutes
before we were to arrive, we left for upstairs. We needed a key for
the elevator to get to the correct floor so I called the room. Soon,
the best man came. The four of us headed up in the elevator.

"This might be a little weird for you ladies." The best man said. "The
woman my buddy is marrying would not let him have a bachelor party
unless she was allowed to attend. She doesn't want any touching or
kissing on anyone in attendance."

"Does she know you asked for a show with two women that included
simulated lesbian sex?" I asked.

"Yes." The best man answered. "She thought it was disgusting, but I
did it just to piss her off. I hate the bitch. She's okay, I suppose,
but I've never gotten along with her."

"Thanks for clueing us in." Susan said. "So you still want the
simulated sex?"

"Yes. Definitely." The best man answered. "I want the bitch to be
pissed."

"Fine with me," Kristy said as Susan nodded as we left the elevator.

We entered the room and immediately the bride-to-be started in on
Susan and Kristy. To their credit, they just listened and nodded. The
best man led Susan and Kristy to the bedroom to change. I made a
mental note to look at the bride-to-be when the show started heating
up.

Kristy and Susan entered dressed in the same costumes they wore at the
earlier party. When they kissed each other, I noted that the bride-
to-be blushed beet red. As the show kept going, the ladies had to
improvise parts because touching wasn't allowed. They just touched
each other more. As shows go, this one was getting pretty hot. The
bride-to-be looked like it was getting to her, too because she was
crossing and uncrossing her legs every time Susan and Kristy touched
or kissed. Susan and Kristy noticed and got bolder with their act.
They would slowly kiss, look right at the bride-to-be, then touch each
other's tits--holding them up as if to offer them to her. I noticed
that the groom was really into the show, too. The grooms was getting a
hand job from the bride-to-be. If I saw it, I know other people saw
it, too. Susan and Kristy were teasing, now. They would kiss each
other's breasts then wink at the bride-to-be. It got to be too much
for the bride be. She whispered something into her grooms ear. He had
a shocked look on his face. Before the groom could do anything, bride-
to-be was up next to Susan fondling my wife's breasts. I was stunned.
I moved to stop what was going on, but the bride-to-be said she wanted
this more than anything. I looked to Susan, I looked to Kristy, both
women looked confused. I looked to the groom, he nodded. I looked to
the best man, he was eating it up.

Susan turned, faced the woman, but in no time flat, the woman kissed
Susan hard on the mouth. Susan pulled back. Kristy came up behind the
bride to be then whispered something into her ear. The bride-to-be
turned, faced her fianc, then removed all her clothes. I looked at the
groom and best man. They were paying close attention. I walked up the
to groom but was stopped by the best man, "Let her go ahead and make a
fool of herself."

"Thing is, she's not only making a fool of herself, she's making a
fool out of him by doing this in front of all his friends." I said.

"He's eating it up, though. Look at him!" the best man countered.

By the time I had turned around, the bride-to-be was naked and was
trying to eat Susan's pussy. Susan was looking like she didn't know
what to do. I walked up to Susan and Kristy then asked them if they
wanted to continue. Kristy said no. Susan said no. That was enough for
me.

"I'm sorry, but this has gotten out of hand. The ladies want to stop.
I want the ladies to stop. We are leaving." I announced.

Kristy and Susan gathered their things, went into the bedroom, then
set records for speed dressing. The best man tried to talk me out of
it. I told him under no circumstances would I make anyone do anything
against their wills. I told him that the ladies said they wanted to
stop so they would stop. I told him it was final. The men had seen a
show. I said no refunds. The best man understood.

As we left the room, the groom was getting a blowjob from his bride-
to-be while she was getting fucked from behind by some man.

In the elevator, to my surprise, Kristy and Susan both said they were
in the mood for some sex. They wanted to go to the bar to pick up men.
I was taken back a bit and asked them if they meant hooking. They said
they just wanted to pick up a couple of men and use them for sex.

"Ah! Looking for some strange?" I asked.

"Strange what?" Kristy asked.

"Strange cocks." I laughed.

They asked me to get a room in the hotel. I joked that I was nothing
more to them than a servant. They laughed and headed into the bar
after I got the room and handed each woman a key. I went up to the
room where I deposited their bags. I decided I'd go to the bar to
watch the ladies in action--unknown to them.

In the time it had taken me to ride the elevator up, drop off the
bags, and ride the elevator down, Susan and Kristy were each dancing
with a man. Kristy was dancing with a tall young guy, while Susan was
dancing with a medium build black guy. `Black cocks, again, I'll bet.'
I thought to myself. They danced for a few songs then the men followed
the ladies back to the ladies seats. They talked some, laughed,
whispered, and generally looked like they were having fun. About ten
minutes later, after another dance, Susan whispered something into the
black guy's ear. I could only think she had propositioned the man
because of the look on his face. Susan and Kristy left together with
their two men in tow. I went up a few minutes later, with the
intention of playing a huge joke on both women. I was going to rant
and rave about the women being sluts that I couldn't leave alone for
more than five minutes. I decided against it. I decided to simply walk
into the room and watch.

When I walked into the room, naturally, the men jumped up--they had
been kissing the women on the king sized bed. I said, "No problem.
Just enjoy yourselves."

Susan's date didn't need convincing--he started right where he left
off with Susan a more than willing accomplice. Kristy told her date
that it was all right--nothing to be afraid of, that I was their lover
and that I would probably just watch. With that, Susan broke off from
her date, rolled over to Kristy then kissed her so that the men would
know what was up. That broke the ice. Kristy went to her date, dropped
to her knees, then lowered his zipper with her teeth. Susan was a
little bit ahead. My wife was already sucking on the black cock in her
hands. Kristy freed her man's penis and began to lick its length as
she fondled the mans balls.

Susan rose off the bed, pulled her tight-fitting sweater over her head
revealing her breasts. She took a breast in each hand, bent over the
man lying before her then rubbed her breasts over his cock. My wife
was getting hotter by the second as the man began to thrust his penis
into her cleavage. As the head of the cock peaked between my wife's
breasts she allowed it to enter her mouth.

Kristy was trying to wiggle out of her jeans while continuing to suck
on the cock before her. I assisted Kristy in her task by grasping her
jeans at the waist then pulling them down until they were at her
knees. Kristy stopped sucking her man's cock long enough to step out
of her jeans. She then guided the man to the bed and sucked his entire
length into her mouth while she positioned her naturally blonde,
shaved pussy lips over his mouth.

Susan then took the cock from between her breasts. She rose to her
feet, removed her jeans, then sat in the chair by the table. She
through a leg over each armrest spreading herself for the man to see.
Susan said, "Fuck me, now. But first, this."

Susan removed a condom from the pocket of her jeans, opened the
package then inserted the condom into her mouth. The black man rose to
his feet, removed his trousers and underpants, then plunged his now
hard cock into my wife's mouth. The man's eyes nearly exploded out his
head at the feeling of a woman sucking his cock and putting on a
rubber at the same time. Once Susan had slid the rubber over the man's
now huge cock, she removed her mouth and placed the cock at the
entrance to her cunt. His cock slid easily into my spouse as she
lifted her hips to meet his thrust.

Kristy was nearing orgasm on the tongue of the man eating her pussy.
She had momentarily lost concentration on the cock resting on her
lips. Kristy was moaning softly then orgasmed. She ground her cunt
into the man's face with each spasm. After her orgasm has subsided,
she reached into the workout bag at the side of the bed then pulled
out a condom. She removed the condom from the wrapper. Next, she put
the condom into her mouth. I had never seen Kristy place a rubber over
a cock with her mouth before. In one smooth stroke the condom slid
entirely over the length of the cock. The man was straining not to
come. "Don't waste it, baby," Kristy whispered to the man.

Kristy paused a moment to allow the man to regain control, straddled
the man, then lowered herself on his cock. She began rocking on the
cock inside her, grinding the shaft into her clit with each
backstroke. She pulled her own sweater off bent forward, then placed
her right breast into the man's mouth.

Susan was still seated in the chair with her legs locked around her
black lover's waist. Her right hand was furiously rubbing her clit as
the man locked between her legs began to fuck her extremely hard.
"Yeah, fuck me. Yeah, my pussy loves it. Fuck me harder!" Susan
moaned.

The man had each of Susan's nipples between his fingers and was
twisting her nipples roughly. Susan was nearing orgasm. The man
released his grip on one of Susan's nipples, used that hand to grab
one of Susan's legs, raising it straight into the air. He then slapped
Susan firmly on her ass. "Again!" Susan cried out.

He slapped her ass again. Susan had a powerful orgasm then collapsed
under the man. The man had yet to come. He started pounding Susan's
pussy harder yet.

"Mark?" Kristy called to me. "I need you in my ass."

She did not need to ask twice. I removed my jeans and underwear, slid
on a condom, used some lubricant in Kristy's bag, then slid my cock
into Kristy's ass. I began fucking her ass extremely hard--much harder
than I had ever done before. Kristy seemed to become another woman as
she asked the man still fucking my wife to come there so she could
suck his cock. Kristy screamed, "I love cocks! I love cocks!"

Susan, sat exhausted in the chair, her legs still spread over each arm
of the chair.

Kristy was reeling on the three cocks in her body. Susan slowly rose
to her feet, then came over to the bed where she slid a hand between
the sweat covered bodies in an effort to find Kristy's clit. She soon
hit paydirt then began flicking Kristy's clit with her finger. With
her other hand, she massaged the black mans balls. The man beneath
Kristy could hold back no longer. He came. Kristy removed the black
cock from her mouth. I pulled Kristy off the man beneath her--still
keeping my cock firmly in her ass. I slowly laid down on the bed and
pulled Kristy back on me, exposing her pussy for the black man to
enter. Susan however, seeing the cunt before her, dove at it. She
began to eat Kristy and finger fuck her. Susan's ass was in the air
begging for attention. The black man positioned himself at my wife's
rear, then suddenly plunged his cock into my wife's pussy. My wife
shuddered as the cock entered her. The man fucked my wife very hard
from behind. The sight of the woman he was fucking eating the woman I
was fucking in the ass was probably too much for him. He began to
shake then he came. He pulled out of Susan. Susan was still sucking
Kristy's clit and finger fucking her when I came. The ladies went at
it for about ten more minutes then each came as they ground their
pussies together.

About twenty minutes later, the two men dressed then left thanking
Susan and Kristy for a memorable night. We decided it was too late to
leave. We talked for a while. Just before we went to sleep, Susan said
she loved black cocks. She tried to come up with an idea of how to
make sure she could get as many well-hung black cocks as she needed.
Kristy suggested an ad in a local swingers magazine. Susan said she'd
think about it. I thought about it before drifting off to sleep. We
were getting ready to cross another bridge.

*********

Crossings, Chapter Fourteen

We arrived home at about noon the next day. The ladies went right to
work on their ad. While they worked, I talked to them about it.

"You really are cock hungry, aren't you, Susan?" I asked.

"I just want more huge black cocks, honey," Susan explained. "When I
fuck a black man, I find it incredibly exciting."

"What about me?" I asked showing some insecurity.

"Honey, don't worry about it. You're still the best. It's just a
fantasy thing with me. Like right now, I'm thinking of feeding a black
cock into Kristy's mouth while I have one in my ass and one in my
cunt."

"I find it exciting, too. I just remembered when you said you would
feel strange placing a personal ad." I said.

"I remember it, too. I still feel strange." Susan said smiling. "The
benefits outweigh the strangeness."

"Okay." I said. "If it's black cocks you want. It's black cocks you'll
get."

"Do you need me to go grocery shopping?" I asked.

"No, in a few minutes, we'll go upstairs, change then go." Kristy
said. "I'm hoping to run into Joanne. I'm going to wear a little
nearly transparent top just to see what happens."

"You really think you're going to get Joanne?" Susan asked.

"I haven't been wrong yet about a woman." Kristy said matter of
factly. "Besides, it's fun to watch the men fall all over themselves,
too. Are you going to dress to distress, Susie?"

"Sure! Why not? It'll be fun!" Susan answered.

About five minutes later, the ladies went upstairs to change. I was
sitting at the kitchen table eating a sandwich when they returned.

Susan was made-up to the teeth again. Not trashy, but very, very sexy.
He hair was up, piled on top of her head. She wore large hoop
earrings. She was really showing off her assets, though. She wore a
nearly see through yellow tank top that was extremely tight--her
nipples were very noticeable. The tank top was tucked into yet another
pair of skin-tight blue jeans. She wore yellow platform high heels
with ankle straps. Kristy left her hair down and was equally as
pleasing to the eye. She wore a thin white silk blouse that had only
three of the seven buttons buttoned. The blouse was cinched at the
waist with a think black belt. She wore black, skin-tight leggings and
black high- heeled ankle boots. I congratulated them on their look and
wished them luck with Joanne. They left and I finished my sandwich.
About two hours later, Kristy bubbled through the door, "She's coming
here Monday afternoon for coffee! She couldn't keep her eyes off our
tits. I knew it!"

"I'm glad your hunting trip was successful!" I said as I went out to
help with the groceries.

"Mark, I saw David. He hit on me again." Susan said. "He was waiting
for his wife as we walked her to her car."

"What happened?" I asked. "Nothing. He was just his usual smarmy self.
I thought about what happened last night and decided that even if he
paid, he was getting nothing. Your friends are off limits."

"Thanks! I was wondering about that myself." I said.

After putting the groceries away the ladies had to get ready to go to
work. They came back down, kissed me good-bye, then as they went out
the door I said, "Don't forget to talk to Deirdre."

"All right, honey!" Kristy said.

At around midnight, Susan called saying that they were bring Deirdre
home with them. They'd work with her tomorrow morning and afternoon. I
made a comment about that being all they wanted to do with her. Susan
straightened me out fast. She said that Deirdre was a virgin and that
she was saving herself for marriage. I didn't question it, but thought
it was admirable that a virgin could flash her pussy at strange men. I
asked how that subject came up. Susan said it came up when they talked
backstage about boyfriends. Some of the other dancers tease her a bit.
Susan said that she and I would have the night alone together. She and
Kristy agreed that Kristy should sleep in her room tonight and that
Deirdre would sleep in the guest room. I said it was fine with me. I'd
wait up.

At about two-thirty, the three of them arrived. I went down to meet
them.

"Hi!" I introduced myself. "I'm Mark, Susan's husband. I believe we
met at the club the other night."

"Hi! I'm Deirdre. You gave me the big tip last week, right?" She
asked.

"I'm one of them. We talked about how you wanted to learn from Susan
and Kristy, remember, now?" I asked.

"Yes! I do!" She said excitedly. "Thanks! I really appreciate your
letting Sue know."

"No problem!" I answered then I kissed Susan hello.

Susan asked if anyone wanted anything to drink. Nobody wanted
anything, but they were all tired, so I suggested we get to know each
other better tomorrow. Susan showed Deirdre her to her room, then
joined me in bed.

"It's nice to have you all to myself tonight, Mark." Susan said as she
slid under the covers.

"Yes, it is." I answered as I kissed Susan. "As much as I love Kristy,
it's nice to have my wife with me alone. I love you, Susan."

"I love you, too, Mark." We kissed again, then made love.

We awoke the next morning, still in each other's arms to the smell of
french toast cooking in the kitchen. We washed up. On the way out the
door of the bedroom, Susan said, "I love you, Mark. You're the best
thing in the world that has ever happened to me. Please, Mark. Don't
be afraid you're going to lose me. I'm yours for life."

"I'm yours for life, too, Sue." I kissed her then we headed
downstairs.

Over Kristy's great french toast, the ladies talked about dancing.
Kristy told Deirdre about self confidence and the importance of
perfection in every move on stage. Next, she told Deirdre about being
professional, "You're a performer, Deirdre. While I haven't seen it in
you, yet, you must never act like you expect to be tipped. You need to
perform with energy, passion, and enjoyment. You must act like you
enjoy what you're doing even when you would rather be ten-thousand
miles away. Believe me. Those are the most important factors. Men do
not like tipping dead-assed dancers. They feel ripped off. Please,
whatever happens to you in dancing, know that professionals rise to
the top."

"I will." Deirdre said. "You two look like you're having so much fun
out there. It's catchy."

"Thanks!" Susan said. "We are having fun."

"Mark do you mind cleaning up the dishes? We need to get to work?"
Kristy asked.

"No, not at all. Y'all have fun." I said. I'm watching the game after
I shoot some baskets."

About four hours later, Deirdre left and thanked Susan and Kristy for
their help. They made plans to do it again when their schedules
permitted. Susan and Kristy then set out composing their ad. They used
ads in the magazine they selected for examples.

"BiSWF blonde 36D-23-35, BiMWF brunette 36D-23-34, want well endowed,
clean, HIV- (proof required) SBM or MBM, the more the merrier, for fun
and games. No pro's. Husband likes to watch, tape, participate. Nude
photo req."

"What do you think of it?" Susan asked.

"You're the ad pro," I joked. "Looks good to me".

They called the ad in. It would run tomorrow and for the next month.
"I really want black cocks!" Susan said.

"I like them, too." Kristy said as she kissed Sue lightly.

Not much went on for the rest of the day. That night, the ladies
wanted to go out on a cock hunt. They chose a heavy metal bar in a
nearby town. Since I had to go to work in the morning, I decided not
to go. I asked them to tape the action for me. I wished I could go
because the ladies really looked hot. Kristy had her hair done like a
heavy metal goddess--big. She dressed entirely in black leather except
for a red silk blouse that she had purposely left unbuttoned to the
last button, but cinched at the waist with a black belt. She wore
extremely high heels. Susan wore her hair big as well. She wore a
black Lycra miniskirt with black stockings held up with a black
garter--and no panties. She wore black high heels just like Kristy's.

They kissed me goodnight. I wished them good hunting.

The next morning, I awoke to find Susan and Kristy curled up with each
other next to me in the bed. I didn't know what time they had gotten
in as I slept very soundly. All day at work, I wondered just what
happened last night. Moreover, I had another thing to wonder
about--Joanne, my friend's wife was going to come to house for coffee
and apparently whatever else might happen.

Due to traffic being lighter than usual, I arrived home about ten
minutes earlier than normal. As I pulled around to the back of the
house, I noticed that Joanne's car was still in the driveway, so I
parked on the grass. Figuring something might be going on, I quietly
got out of my car, then entered the house through the garage door. In
the kitchen, I could hear nothing. There were empty coffee cups on the
table. I quietly walked upstairs. I slowly opened the bedroom door
thinking that I would see three nude women--one of whom did not know
that I knew any seduction might have been planned--but only saw a
perfectly made bed. I changed clothes, figuring the ladies were not
home, then went downstairs to the workout room. There they were. Three
women, sweating and panting. They were lifting weights. It turned out
that yes, Kristy was right, Joanne had harbored bisexual fantasies. It
had also turned out that Kristy wasn't at all attracted to Joanne
because she was the wife of one of my friends, she just wanted to
know. I was happy that nothing had happened.

Later, after dinner, Susan and Kristy gave me the tape they made the
night before. They told me they didn't do anything at the club,
either... that it was boring because I wasn't there. In watching the
tape, they got hit on, but they just weren't into it. They tried, but
decided to leave early.

"It was boring, Mark." Susan said. "There were all these drunk, smelly
guys listening to music that was being performed badly. We were there
for only about an hour then we left."

"It's probably just because it was Sunday night." I said.

"Yeah, probably." Kristy nodded.

"Hey, cheer up!" I said. "You've still got your ad, right?"

"Yeah, we do, we just wanted some last night." Susan pouted. "You were
even asleep when we got home."

"Sorry!" I said sheepishly.

The three of us headed upstairs where we fucked until dinner burned.

The rest of the next two weeks, were surprisingly very normal except
the ladies turned tricks Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday nights. The
first Friday night, there were no bachelor parties to attend, but the
second Friday they got several surprises in the mail--two business
sized manila envelopes. In each manila envelope were responses to the
personal ad the two women placed. Some of the responses did not
include pictures. They were discarded. Some of the responses were from
white guys who were indeed well hung, but weren't black. Those were
saved for later. The majority of responses seemed to be legitimate--
from black men with huge cocks.

"Isn't advertising amazing?" I asked sarcastically. "One day you
wonder where you're going to find enough big black cocks for your wife
and her girlfriend then, boom! You let your fingers do the walking!"

"Smart ass!" Susan laughed.

She and Kristy sorted through the advertisements. They read the
letters. They looked at the pictures. After they had gone through the
pile about ten times, they had come up with about twenty prospects.
The next step was to really let their fingers do the walking--contact.
I suggested the ladies meet the men in a nice public place at various
times until they settled on the men. This way, they could get to know
the men and make sure they were who they said they were.

The interview process took about three weeks, during which time, the
ladies lives at home had pretty much settled into what could best be
described as routine. Sunday and Monday were pretty much rest days.
They'd workout. Sunday night, we'd all go out to dinner and catch a
movie. I was quite surprised at how "normal" things had become. Some
nights, I'd get a call saying the ladies would be turning tricks. The
next night we'd be at home as if nothing was amiss. It one wanted to
analyze our lives, one would have to do it carefully--it could get
quite schizophrenic.

Finally, the ladies had met all the men. They had settled on fifteen
of the twenty they chose to interview. The ladies wanted to throw a
party at our house, but I suggested that it might be nicer to have a
party at a hotel nearby. We'd rent a suite, have dinner served, then
the ladies could simply fuck themselves to death if they desired.
Fucking themselves to death was an option, too--judging from their
pictures, there was not a dick under ten inches long in the group.
Most were larger than that. range, while two were as big, if not
bigger than Johns cock from the beach. The ladies telephoned each man
to inquire about their availability for a party in the near future. To
the man, they wanted to attend.

Susan used her calligraphy talents to hand-scribe invitations to the
fifteen men. They went out in the mail. The party was set for three
weeks in the future, on a Friday. The party would be formal, black tie
function. Initially, we thought we'd have the hotel cater the party
but settled on them providing hors d'oeuvres and drinks. This way, we
could make sure the party would remain private.

Susan and Kristy, in the meantime, were still hooking when possible.
The money was rolling in. They were very happy. The ladies did one
bachelor party--no sex, just two women. The ladies seemed to be
getting more heavily into flashing as time went on. They would go
shopping for shoes in miniskirts with no panties on then would expose
their pussies to the person at their feet. It did not matter if that
person was a man or a woman. They fucked several shoe salesmen and one
sales lady who turned them on.

They were still instructing Deirdre--who was becoming more comfortable
and more proficient in her dancing. Her tips went up appreciably since
her tutoring began. Kristy thought that Deirdre had a crush on Susan.
After the BCC--Big Cock Convention, as we called it--the women planned
to select the best lovers from that group to invite back to our house
occasionally for parties with them their women. Kristy wanted to
invite some dancers and their boyfriends over to see what happened.
Me? I was taking it all in and loving every minute of it. I had the
two most beautiful women I had ever seen sleeping with me nearly every
night. I did not care that they enjoyed sex with other people. I got
more than my share of sex. I was in heaven.

As the date of the BCC drew near, the ladies were always horny. I
would often come home to find them going at each other with a double
headed dildo or one fucking the other with a strap on dildo. They soon
abandoned the double headed dildo because it was impossible for both
women to get pleasure from it at the same time. Still, sex seemed to
be the center of their universe. Nearly everything these women did in
the time leading up to the party had some kind of sexual connection.
They seemed to be in a state of sexual bliss. When they wanted sex,
they got it from me, themselves, or whoever was available that turned
them on. One night we gathered around a fire in the party room and
estimated that since Susan picked up the two men at the airport that
snowy day, she had been with over two-hundred men and twenty women.

Body piercing. It seemed as if something like this was bound to
happen. One day, about a week before the BCC, Susan approached me
about the possibility of her getting her pussy lips pierced. One of
the dancers at the club had hers pierced and said it really felt great
against her jeans. I said I didn't particularly find pierced pussy
lips that attractive, that it lent an extremely hard-core bent to sex.
Same way about tattoo's. Susan has always known that I do not find
tattooed women attractive at all--no matter what the tattoo. Luckily,
neither Susan nor Kristy got pierced or tattooed. Still, it marked a
change in their attitudes. I remembered when our son called from
college wanting permission to get his ear pierced. We allowed him to
get his ear pierced, but Susan wasn't happy about it. It was as if she
after a new thrill all the time. I decided to talk to both women about
it.

"Susan, I don't know how to approach this subject without making you
think that I disapprove so I'll assure you that I do not disapprove. I
just want to find out what you're thinking so I can understand better"
I said.

"It sounds serious." Susan said.

"It's not serious. I'm just wondering if you still enjoy sex or if you
find yourself wanting more and more sex to get that enjoyment?" I
said. "For example, do you still get turned on when you dance?"

"Most of the time, I'm so hot after dancing that I can't stand it."
Susan said. "Remember when I told you I was an exhibitionist? Well, at
the first bachelor party I did with Kristy, I felt the same way as I
feel now. I'm just less able to hide that excitement. More sex to
reach the level of enjoyment I had before? No. I just like having more
sex than before. Remember, at the beach Kristy and I fucked and sucked
nearly everything in sight? Then it was new. Now it's me. I just like
it."

"Okay, Sue." I said. "I just wanted to find out because when you asked
me about getting your pussy pierced it threw me."

"I understand. It kind of threw me, too when I first saw one. It was
just whim." Susan said. "Don't worry. I'm not going to come home one
night with tattoo's or pierced. It's not me. Sex? Well, I love it. I
love having sex for money. I'm a whore."

That was that. The night before the BCC, Susan and Kristy turned three
tricks each, two with regulars, one with a new man. The new man
offered to take both ladies on a trip to the Bahamas. They turned him
down.

*********

Crossings, Chapter Sixteen

After we returned home the next day, I took a nap until it was time
for the ladies to leave for work. "Mark," Susan said softly. "We're
going to work, now. Just to let you know, Deirdre's coming over
tomorrow."

I nodded then fell asleep. I awoke at around eight at night, rested. I
decided I'd start editing the video tapes from last night. As I
watched the footage, I couldn't help stroking my cock. The scenes on
the monitor were just too hot. Incredible. Besides the size of their
cocks, it was no wonder they loved fucking black men so much--they
were incredibly durable. The phone rang at about 1am. It was Kristy
telling me they had dates for the night. They'd be back tomorrow.
These women just did not stop. If there were two women that fit the
description of wanton women in heat, it was these two. Of course,
tonight was for money. Whores. That's what they were, all right. I
fell asleep at around three in the morning thinking about them in a
hotel room being fucked for money. Whores.

I awoke at around nine. I slept all I could. I had a bowl of cereal
then headed out to the court. At around noon, Susan and Kristy came
home. Again, they made more money. "Sleep well," I asked?

"Very funny!" Susan said. "I'm exhausted and Deirdre's due here in
four hours."

"How many last night?" I asked, thinking about my thoughts before I
drifted off to sleep early this morning.

"Four," Kristy said.

The ladies went into the house. About half an hour later, I found them
asleep, still dressed, on the bed. I didn't have the heart to wake
them, but set the alarm to get them up at three-thirty.

At four o'clock the doorbell rang. It was Deirdre. Something was very
different about her since the last time I saw her. She had lost weight
and all the baby fat except in her cheeks. She was now a very stunning
young woman. Killer cute in the face-- just a hint of mischief. Deadly
serious in the body. "Hi! Boy, you look great, Deirdre," I said as I
invited her in. "The sessions with Sue and Kristy must be paying off!"

"Hi, Mark! They're working the hell out of me, but you're right,"
Deirdre's brown eyes lit up as we walked to the kitchen. "I'm making a
lot more money than I used to. It's fun!"

"That's great, Deirdre," I said. "Make yourself at home, there's soda
in the refrigerator. I'll just go upstairs and wake up the sleeping
beauties."

"Thanks, Mark," Deirdre said as I left the room.

Kristy and Susan were halfway down the stairs when I reached them.
"Your pupil has arrived," I said. "She looks great! You're doing a
wonderful job!"

They nodded, then joined Deirdre in the kitchen. "I'm going back
upstairs to do some work. If you need me, call," I said.

I was working all right. I was editing the tapes from the BCC. I was
building scenes, cataloging, cutting in, punching out. It was a blast.
About an hour into my "work", I accidentally hit the power button for
the video system installed behind the mirrors downstairs. "I just want
to repay you, Kristy and Mark for all the help you've been to me," it
was Deirdre, clear as day coming through my headphones.

I could not see Kristy in the room. "So this is what you're doing,"
Kristy asked with a sly grin.

"No, I just accidentally hit the power button just before you walked
in," I said.

"You're a virgin, Deirdre. You should do exactly what you said you
would do initially--stay a virgin until you get married." Susan's
voice came through the speakers.

"What's going on down there, Kristy," I asked.

Kristy explained that Deirdre's attention to Susan had become very
obvious. So much so that Deirdre propositioned Susan, Kristy, and me.
"Why me?" I asked. "I hardly say anything to her!"

"She apparently wants Susie to make love to her first--she knows about
our arrangement. She's no dummy. Then, she wants you to 'deflower'
her, as she puts it," Kristy explained. "I excused myself so Susie
could talk to her alone."

"She wants me to pop her cherry?" I asked, stunned. "Does she know
about you two being prostitutes?"

"That's about the size of it," Kristy said. "She doesn't know we're
whore's, though. We've been more than careful about that."

"Good," I said. "The last thing we need is for that to become public
knowledge. I've never had a virgin before."

"What," Kristy said. "I thought you were Susan's first?"

"No. Susan had one boyfriend before me," I explained. "Her family
moved away when they thought it was too serious."

"I've thought about this very seriously for about a month. Susie,
you're a beautiful woman. Kristy is beautiful. Mark is extremely
handsome and if it wasn't for him talking to you, I would not be half
the dancer or woman I am today," Deirdre said as she moved behind Sue
then began massaging her shoulders.

Susan relaxed for a moment, caught off guard by the fingers of the
woman's nimble fingers. Regaining her senses, Susan said, "Deirdre,
that's not the point. You're a young, beautiful woman with all your
life to make love to a wonderful man who loves you every bit as much
as you love him. This is not right, Deir..."

Deirdre cut off Susan in mid sentence as she cupped my wife's breasts
through her tee-shirt. "Shh, Susan. This is right," Deirdre said as
she lightly pinched Susan's nipple then lowered her head to kiss my
wife on the nape of her neck.

"Susie's getting turned on. Looks like Deirdre is going to get her
way," Kristy said as she unconsciously cupped one of her own breasts.

"Looks like it. Let's start a tape," I said as I opened a new package
then inserted the cassette into the record deck--I was testing the new
party room.

I switched from camera to camera then zoomed on Susan as the young
virgin fondled her. "You sure don't act like a virgin," Susan
commented.

"I've never had a man before," Deirdre said as she pulled Susan's
shirt over her head. "I have had one woman lover, though--just once
when I was fifteen."

"Are you absolutely sure you want this?" Susan asked.

"More than anything, Susie," Deirdre said as she moved to kiss my
wife.

"One time only, then." Susan said as she looked into Deirdre's eyes.
"One time only."

"One time is all I need, Susie," Deirdre said as she kissed my wife
softly on the lips.

Susan led Deirdre by the hand to the couch in the center of the room.
Before they sat, Susan removed Deirdre's shirt. Deirdre's breasts were
about mouthful sized, soft but firm with quarter sized areola and
small, pert nipples. Susan lightly kissed first one nipple, then the
other. Kristy, with me at the edit station, had removed her shirt and
was licking one of her nipples. I was stroking my cock through my
shorts and jock. On the screen, Susan was now alternately sucking on
Deirdre's breasts. Deirdre's nipples were extremely hard and wet from
the mouth and tongue of my wife. Slowly, deliberately, Susan sucked.
She would flick her tongue on the hardness in her mouth. Deirdre was
moaning gently as Susan continued to excite her willing pupil. "What
happens when they're done?" I asked.

"I don't know. We'll play it by ear. One thing for certain, we can't
let Deirdre see this setup and you can't be hard," Kristy said as she
started to reach for my cock.

Susan had slid her right hand under the elastic waistband of Deirdre's
sweats. On the monitor it was clear that Susan was lightly massaging
Deirdre's clitoris. Susan slid her free arm under Deirdre's shoulder
then kissed Deirdre passionately. Deirdre's hips began slow, circular
motions in response to my wife's probing fingers. Susan then rose,
pulled Deirdre to her feet, then dropped to her knees. She slowly
pulled down Deirdre's sweat pants and panties with one motion. Deirdre
was naked. Susan kissed her way up Deirdre's now firm body then asked
Deirdre to please remove her sweats.

Deirdre knelt at Susan's feet then removed Susan's sweats to reveal
that Susan, true to form, wore no panties. Susan slowly knelt then the
women kissed again. This time, Susan slowly had Deirdre lie down on
the carpeted floor then began sucking the virgin's breasts again, this
time with more passion. Susan slowly licked her way down to Deirdre's
legs.

"How about we fuck while we watch?" Kristy asked.

"I was wondering when you were going to get to that, babe," I answered
with a smile as I slipped off my shorts and jock, then slipped a
condom over my hard cock. With no foreplay at all, I sat on the bed.
Kristy stepped on the bed straddled me, then sat down on my hard cock.
It was not so much fucking as it was mutual masturbation. We ground
into each other with our eyes fixed on the monitor.

Susan had starting licking the inside of Deirdre's thighs. Slowly, oh
so slowly, she worked her way to the virgin pussy. Susan spread the
lips of the virgin cunt, exposing the lady's clitoris. Susan lowered
her head then lightly licked around the swollen clit. Deirdre lightly
grabbed my wife by the hair then whispered, "Eat my pussy, Susie,
please!"

Susan toyed with Deirdre's clitoris a little longer. She licked in
ever tightening circles around the erect clitoris. Finally, with a
light lick, my wife's tongue touched Deirdre's hardness. Deirdre
spasmed immediately. Susan began flicking her talented tongue lightly
but furiously on the center of Deirdre's sexual soul. Deirdre began
experiencing orgasm and moaned loudly as the first waves of the rising
tide hit her body. Susan licked harder and harder. Kristy moaned
louder and louder. At the crest of the tide, Susan sucked Deirdre's
clit into her mouth, flicking her tongue against its mass as she
sucked. Deirdre was now fully in the throws of an orgasm. An orgasm so
shattering that she clamped her legs around my wife's head violently
and hard. Susan continued to suck on Deirdre's clit as Deirdre's
orgasm subsided. The legs around Susan's head loosened their hold then
Susan swung herself around, never losing contact with Deirdre's clit
and lowered her pussy on Deirdre's tongue.

Kristy and I were now pounding into each other, our own orgasms not
far away. "I'm coming, Mark. Pump harder!" Kristy demanded.

I pumped with all my strength into Kristy's cunt. For the first time
since we had begun fucking, Kristy and I had an orgasm at exactly the
same time. As our own orgasms subsided, we began straightening up.
Kristy and I dressed, then continued to watch the two women eating
each other in the party room.

Susan began to experience her own orgasm as Deirdre came several
times. Susan ground her pussy into the virgin's face and mouth
covering Deirdre's features with her juice. Susan moaned loudly as she
orgasmed. Deirdre continued to lick Susan's cunt long after my wife's
first orgasm. Susan came again then rolled off the virgin's face. The
two women faced each other, then licked their own juices from their
faces. "I think we should find Mark and Kristy, don't you," Deirdre
asked.

"You're still sure you want to lose your virginity, Deirdre?" Susan
asked as she held the woman close.

"Yes, more than ever," Deirdre replied.

The two women kissed, dressed, then headed upstairs.

I had just switched on the television when Susan and Deirdre arrived.
"Mark, I don't know how to approach this subject with you," Susan said
as she looked at Kristy. "I'll be blunt. Deirdre and I just made love
downstairs. She's a virgin and she wants you to be her first man--she
wants you to deflower her."

"What?" I asked knowing all the while that I knew exactly what was
going to happen and exactly what I was going to do.

"Mark, I want you to take my virginity," Deirdre said as she moved
closer to Susan, their sides touching. "I want you to pop my cherry."

"I know what it is, Deirdre. Why?" I asked.

"Kristy, Susie, and you have helped me become a better dancer. I'm
making more money now than I ever did," Deirdre said.

"Well, we're proud that you took that ball and ran with it, but that's
no reason for you to give up something you've tried so hard to keep
all this time, Deirdre," I said.

"I can't explain it, Mark. I just know I want it to happen today. I
want the man to be you. You're so nice," Deirdre said.

"Yes, but you don't love me, Deirdre," I said. "Being nice and loving
someone are two different things. I am really flattered that you would
choose me, but really, I think you need to think about this more.
You're a beautiful young woman, Deirdre. You have plenty of time to
lose your virginity."

"Mark, I want you," Deirdre said. "I've wanted you ever since I saw
you. Now that I know Susie, Kristy and you share everything together,
I want to share myself with each of you-- even if it's only this one
time."

"You would cheapen your deflowering with a one night stand?" I asked.
"C'mon!"

"Yes, but I do not think of it as cheapened at all," Deirdre said. "I
think of it as something I want to remember for the rest of my life. I
can think of no better people to share this with than the three of
you."

Deirdre left Susan's side then approached me in the chair, "What's the
matter? Don't you want me?"

"Only a fool wouldn't want you, Deirdre," I said as my penis started
to grow in my sweats. "I just want to make sure you will have no
regrets."

"I will have no regrets, Mark. I promise," Deirdre said as a small
smile creased her full lips. "I even started taking the pill two
months ago."

I looked at Susan. She nodded. I looked at Kristy. She nodded. I
looked at Deirdre. Deirdre stood before me. Her dirty-blonde hair was
tousled from her love making with my wife, but still very innocent
looking. I stood. I walked to her then whispered, "You are sure you
want this?"

No answer came from her lips. Her answer came as a clumsy stroke of my
crotch. I took her face, innocent, but very pretty, into my hand then
kissed her lightly on the lips. Her lips still tasted like my wife.
Her lips parted slightly then she lightly flicked her tongue on my
lips. Behind her, Kristy had moved to Susan, they were watching while
they unconsciously moved their hips together. Kristy whispered
something to Susan. Susan did a double take, then smiled.

I opened my mouth and let the young virgin's tongue entwine with my
own. Soon, we were kissing very hard as I moved my hands over her
tight ass. Deirdre moaned softly as we kissed at the feelings my hands
on her ass elicited. I slowly led her over to the bed, then laid her
down gently. I began moving my hands up to her now heaving breasts. I
lightly touched first one nipple, then the other. Each nipple became
instantly hard. Deirdre's nipple's were protruding from her tee-shirt.
I kissed her; this time harder, and with more passion. She eagerly
returned my kiss. My hands roamed freely over her excited body. I
slipped my right hand under elastic waist of her workout shorts. I
found her neatly trimmed pubic mound to be hot and wet; from this
session and the tongue bath she received from my wife. Slowly, I
worked my hand down into her womanhood. I lightly parted the lips of
her virgin pussy with two fingers then slowly slid my middle finger
along the crease of her vagina. When my finger slipped over her
clitoris, Deirdre moaned loudly through our kiss. Slowly, not wanting
to damage her still-intact hymen, I slid my finger into her vaginal
canal. I stopped when I got up to the second knuckle on my finger. To
my delight, Deirdre began moving her hips, fucking my inserted digit.
As slowly as I started on her pussy, I withdrew. Once my hand was at
the bottom of her cutoff tee-shirt, I broke our kiss, then I grasped
the shirts' bottom and lightly tugged the garment over her head. My
mouth then kissed and licked down to her breasts. I teased her hard
nipples with my tongue. As I licked her nipples, my right hand again
slipped under her shorts. This time I wasted no time as I immediately
found her clitoris and began to flick it lightly with the tips of my
fingers. Deirdre was beginning to orgasm as I continued my finger
motion. I next sucked one breast into my mouth while flicking its
nipple with my tongue. She orgasmed and moaned incoherently. At the
moment of her orgasm, her clitoris grew rock hard then disappeared
back into its hood. I rose from the bed, grasped Deirdre's shorts by
the legs and slid them from her. She was now naked before me.

Susan and Kristy were sitting silently in the room, now. Their faces
flushed with desire. They wanted the woman on the bed. It was my turn,
though.

I removed my clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor. Deirdre
opened her eyes and saw an erect cock for the first time. I gently
spread Deirdre's legs with both hands then gently laid on top of the
woman. She wrapped her arms around me then kissed me hard. "Now, Mark,
please!" she whispered in my ear.

"No, you're not ready, yet, Deirdre." I whispered before I nibbled on
her ear. She arched her neck back in passion then pushed my head down.
I needed no further hint. I pushed my cock against her pubic mound,
then slid down her body until I was looking at her virgin pussy. I
gently spread the lips of her as yet unused cunt with two fingers,
lowered my head, then licked around her clitoris. As I licked around
her clitoris, I reached down on the floor, found my shorts and removed
a condom from the pocket. I began to concentrate on her clitoris with
my tongue. I licked her clitoris with fast, light motions, just as my
wife had done earlier. While licking her clitoris, I opened the condom
package then slid the rubber over my straining cock. I motioned for my
wife to get the K-Y Jelly and had her lubricate my cock. Next, I
motioned for some lubricant to be squirt into my hand; I would use
this lubricant on her virgin pussy to ensure as painless a penetration
as possible--both for her sake and mine. Deirdre began grinding her
hips to the beat of my tongue. She was getting ready to come again. I
stuck a finger from my empty hand into her pussy and began to finger
fuck her. She arched her back, then came in an explosive orgasm. Her
breathing was extremely hard, now. Her chest, legs, and face flushed
with excitement. I raised my head then moved up her body and kissed
her. She kissed hungrily and tasted her own juices on my tongue. "Are
you sure you want this, Deirdre?" I asked after I broke our kiss.

"Yes! I want it, Mark. Please!" She said breathlessly.

"All right, Deirdre. I'll stop whenever you say. I want to enjoy this
as much as possible." I said lovingly. "If it hurts, tell me and I'll
stop until the pain goes away."

"I will." She said as she spread her legs very wide. "Mark, I want
you, now."

I spread lubricant at the entrance of her vaginal canal making sure an
equal amount of the jelly was just inside her opening and outside her
opening. "I'm going to start putting myself into you, now, Deirdre." I
said as my own breathing quickened.

"Please," was all Deirdre could muster.

I positioned my cock at the opening of her vagina, then pushed gently.
Her cunt opened slightly as the head of my penis entered slightly.
"Oh, God!" Deirdre said as she felt a cock sliding into her cunt for
the first time. "Is it in, yet?"

"No, honey. It's only just starting to enter you" I said softly as I
pushed a little more.

"Mmmmm" Deirdre moaned loudly. "It feels so good."

The head of my cock had not yet completely entered her pussy. I pushed
more. My cockhead was completely inside of her pussy. "Oh my God!" she
screamed. "I'm coming!"

Deirdre pressed her pussy hard against my cock causing it to slide in
further. About three inches were inside her as her orgasm reached its
peak. She pushed back extremely hard on my cock. For the first time in
my life, I felt a hymen give way. "Oh God, it feels so good! Fuck me,
Mark!" cried Deirdre as her virginity slipped away.

I met her next push with one of my own this time. Deirdre had cock
buried in her pussy for the first time in her life. "Deirdre, I'm all
the way inside of you, now." I said as she smiled wildly. "I'm going
to start moving in and out of you, now."

True to my word, I began to slowly slide my penis in and out of her
pussy. It was extremely tight. It was the tightest pussy I had ever
felt in my life. I increased my pace. She started screaming, "Don't
stop! Don't ever stop! This feels too good!"

Her hips raised to meet my thrusts. I was now fucking her at a normal,
clockwork pace. I fucked her tight pussy harder and harder. She came
again and again as my cock continued pumping her once unused cunt. I
felt my own orgasm approaching. I started fucking her extremely hard,
now. "I'm going to come!" I said softly.

My cock erupted into the condom with a force that I had not recently
felt. "Oh my God!" Deirdre cried. "I can feel it pumping!"

I buried my mouth on her mouth until my orgasm subsided. We laid
still, breathing hard for about five minutes, then my cock slipped
from Deirdre's pussy. She was no longer a virgin. Susan and Kristy
joined us on the bed. Kristy kissed Deirdre lightly on the lips, while
Susan whispered in my ear, "That was incredible, Mark. How did it
feel?"

"Fantastic!" was the only word I could utter.

"I'm a woman, now." Deirdre proclaimed as Kristy kissed her breasts.

"Yes, you are, Deirdre." Susan said then kissed her lightly. "You have
just been made love to by the best lover I have ever had."

"Thank you so much, Susie," Deirdre said as she raised her head to
kiss her.

In the three hours that followed, the three of us made love to each
other several times. The ladies instructed Deirdre in the proper
methods for giving head--each showing her techniques with me as the
object. At first, Deirdre was very nervous about having a cock in her
mouth. The ladies showed her the proper areas to lick and the proper
way to suck. They said when a cock slips from her mouth, a popping
noise should occur. I was in bliss. I had three women taking turns
sucking my cock. Her last lesson was on how to swallow sperm. They
explained that cum from different men does not taste the same but that
there was nothing to afraid of--it was normal. When I was about to
come, I told them so. Deirdre wanted to taste cum for the first time.
She placed her mouth over my cock then began to suck and lick as she
moved her lips up and down my shaft. She was learning her lessons
well. For a first time cocksucker, she was doing a great job.
"Deirdre, I'm going to come, now." I said as softly as I could muster.
She continued her motions on my cock I moaned and filled her mouth
with sperm for the first time in her life.

She slid my cock from her mouth with a pop--just as she was
instructed--looked at me straight in the eye, then swallowed. "God, it
tastes good!" She exclaimed.

After my orgasm subsided, Susan and Kristy showed her the importance
of licking a cock clean. We stayed in bed for awhile, then Kristy
said, "I'm hungry! How about dinner?"

"Sounds like a plan," Deirdre said. "Can I help?"

"Sure!" Kristy replied happily then the two naked women went
downstairs to cook.

"So, you taped the whole thing?" Susan asked.

"I taped downstairs, it was an accident at first, honey." I said
sheepishly. "How come you showed her all that extra stuff?"

"If I read her right, she's going to go wild for a while. I wanted her
to be prepared." Susan answered. "Besides, you never do know what will
happen."

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" I asked straight faced.

"Probably. What are you thinking?" Susan asked with a wicked, wicked
grin.

"I'm thinking you're showing her the ropes so she might eventually
work for L&L Entertainment." I said.

"If you're thinking that, you're right!" She said still grinning. "I
think she'll make an excellent addition--when she's ready. She still
needs a lot of work."

"You mean an excellent whore, right?" I asked with a smile.

"You got it, Mark." Susan said. "Kristy and I think she'll love it!"

"From virgin to whore in five easy steps! 'Be a ho!' by Leather and
Lace." I laughed. "So much for this being a one time only thing, I
guess."

"The best laid plans..." Susan laughed. "Let's go downstairs and help
out!"

"So much for a tight pussy," I thought to myself as we went
downstairs.

We ate dinner in the nude, seated at the dining room table using our
best china, glasses, and silverware. It was a bit on the decadent
side, but then everything we had been doing since we left for the
beach was decadent. It was after ten when we finished dinner.
Normally, I would go to bed since tomorrow was a work day. Tonight, I
stayed up with the ladies. Deirdre had more work on her blowjobs that
night.

*********

Crossings, Chapter Seventeen

During the next two and a half weeks, everything was about as status
quo as it could be. Two more sexless bachelor parties, numerous tricks
turned by Susan and Kristy, and Deirdre still showed up for her Sunday
lessons with Susan and Kristy. Sadly, there was no sex. Not that
Deirdre didn't want it. It seemed as if Susan and Kristy were going to
make her beg for it. Friday, two days short of two weeks since
Deirdre's deflowering, I came home early only to find Susan and Kristy
in Kristy's room with a black man from the BCC--both ladies were
paying close attention to licking his enormous cock. The man was the
first man Susan fucked that night--the man with the largest cock in
the room.

I stood in the doorway watching as my own cock grew in my pants. The
women did not see me, the man did not see me, I just stood there
watching as the women licked, then sucked on the cock. It was clear
that both ladies were trying as hard as they could to get more than
just the head in their mouths. Their jaws strained with each effort.
Susan was the first to get more than the head into her mouth but had
to quickly withdraw because she was suffering from cramps in her jaw.
Kristy, a few moments later, managed to get about four inches of the
hard cock into her mouth but could go no further. Susan's cramps had
subsided when she straddled the man, covered his cock with a rubber,
then effortlessly slid down on the enormous black cock. Kristy
straddled the mans face. Then as she moved to kiss Susan, she saw me
standing in the doorway. She told Susan who turned around, then
motioned to me to join in. I didn't need a second invitation and left
an article of clothing with each step. "You still haven't done one
thing, Mark." My wife was clearly getting hotter as beads of
perspiration were breaking out on her forehead. "I need your cock in
my cunt, too. Go get the K-Y."

I was lubing my now rubber sheathed cock with K-Y, then I positioned
myself so that my cock was right at the entrance to her pussy. The
black man, whose name I later learned was Tim, pulled his cock out
saying that I should start. I barely felt my cock go into my wife's
stretched pussy. The black man had Susan bend over backward, then
began his assault. I felt his cock next to mine as he penetrated my
wife. Susan now had what she wanted--my cock and her black lover's
huge cock in her pussy. She came instantly--even before we began
fucking her. She was now a woman in heat. Kristy, who was kneeling on
the bed watching us attempt a double pussy penetration, was now
straddling the black man with her pussy in my wife's face -- Susan was
eating Kristy's pussy very energetically. Kristy was sucking on her
own nipples while the black man below her had inserted one of his
large fingers into her asshole. I reached down, my fingers still
greasy with K-Y Jelly and inserted two fingers into my wife's hungry
asshole. We fucked like this for about twenty minutes with my wife and
Kristy experiencing numerous orgasms--each one more powerful than the
last. I felt my own orgasm coming. I started pumping harder into my
wife. The other man inside her pumped hard as well. Finally, I felt my
cock shoot sperm into the condom. About a minute later, Tim shot his
wad as well. After we caught our breath and slipped out of my wife,
Susan introduced me to Tim. We shook hands and the four of us took
showers. Kristy made dinner.

Over dinner my conversation with Tim turned to basketball and the
upcoming playoffs. We became very animated. When Kristy mentioned I
played basketball on our own court, Tim's eyes lit up. "You wanna
run?" he asked me.

"Sure, I'll run with you." I replied.

I lent Tim a pair of shorts. Luckily he wore his sneakers to our
house. On the way out of the door, I put a piece of gum in my pocket.
Susan and Kristy joined us outside. I heard Susan whisper, "He's going
to hustle Tim, Kristy. Watch."

I was well into my routine. Not hitting easy jumpers, missing lay-ups,
doing the things that would be expected from a thirty- nine year old
"white boy". Being called a white boy isn't really a racial slur when
playing basketball. It can be, but not this time. It just means that
while you can play basketball, you do not play with the intensity or
the style of a black player. It's widely known. 'Soon, I would dispel
that myth,' I thought to myself.

"Since you're the guest, you get the ball first." I said to Tim as I
threw him a weak chest pass.

"Ten by one's, make-it-take it, behind the line two, okay with you?"
Tim asked.

"I'll give you five points to start--because you're the guest." I
said.

Tim shook his head and I could hear him mutter, "Crazy white boy."

I let Tim make two shots, one a driving lay-up, then an uncontested
jumper. "Three and you're history, man." Tim said, starting to talk
trash.

Between baskets, I took out my gum and began to dribble lazily.

"Watch, now, Kristy. Just watch. When he starts to chew gum, it means
he's going to start playing." Susan said.

I inbounded the ball to Tim. He took the ball to the right, I cut him
off and forced him to dribble under the basket. "Nice D," Tim said.
"But you gotta do better than that."

Tim tried a crossover dribble, then pulled up for a jumper. I easily
blocked his shot. "Get that shit off my court!" I said loudly. "You're
playing at my house. You're going to get an education. I'm going to
piss on you, now!"

Three drives, three dunks. Each one punctuated by a loud "Yeah!" from
me. "You ready to play, now or are you just going to stand there and
watch me dunk on your sorry ass?" I taunted.

Two two-pointers in a row. "I'm only down by one, now. This is too
easy." I said as I laughed.

"C'mon let's play ball." Tim said.

"I bet you're really confused now. Is he going to hit another jumper
or is he going to dunk? Don't worry, Tim. I'm going to tell you
exactly what I'm going to do. I'm going to drive to my right then I'm
going to hit a lay-up." I taunted. "Are you ready?"

"Yeah, c'mon." Tim said.

"Don't be afraid. I'm not going to even touch you." I said half
mockingly.

Easy lay-up. Another two pointer. Game.

Tim was exasperated. He wanted to go again. Next game. Ten, zero.
'Man, where did you play ball?" Tim asked.

I went on to tell him my story over Gatorade in the kitchen. Tim
showered, then left saying he had a great time.

There were no bachelor parties scheduled for that night.

The next day, I awoke to find a pair of lips on my quickly hardening
cock. Kristy was sucking my cock very hard. I had never felt anything
like it to that point. It felt as if she was trying to suck the cum
right out of my balls. I moaned very loudly then looked to my left.
Susan was laying on her stomach, still asleep. In no time at all, my
cock was very hard. I tried my best to delay my orgasm but could not.
I shot my load into her mouth in one of the best orgasms I had ever
enjoyed. After I caught my breath, I whispered to Kristy, "Where on
earth did you learn to do that?"

"I just made it up, Mark," Kristy answered with a smile that could
best be described as one of naughty contentment.

"It was impossible for me to control my orgasm," I whispered as Kristy
slid up beside me.

"Really?" Kristy asked. "I'll have to remember that next time I want
to get a client off quickly."

Susan woke up, rolled over then asked, "Mark, would you mind if Kristy
and I started dressing to distress more often?"

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