Date: Mon, 18 Oct 1999 12:36:02 -0700
From: toni526@hotmail.com
Subject: Randi III

So many of you, who read my Randi stories as well as "Behemoth", have been
wonderful and appreciative of my efforts.  Therefore, Randi III, a
continuation of adventures experienced in my previous stories, is dedicated
to all of my friends and fans.  Your encouragement has given me a chance to
relive in a very dramatic way some of the most unforgettable times of my
life.

The following story picks up after a long weekend after an unforgettable 48
hours in a world that I have grown to love.  As I've said before, I entered
a world that most would never know existed.  Oh, but, it does.  Wow!  Does
it ever!

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personally as soon as possible

And, now. . .

Randi III

Lunch this afternoon had been a working lunch and it had taken all that I
had to keep from popping a huge yawn.  My career had not progressed as far
as it had by suffering fools, whether men or women.  This time, I had one
of each to deal with and their presentation had been absolutely horrible.
When I returned to my office, I stormed through the door and threw my
briefcase onto the credenza behind my desk and plopped down angrily.  When
my assistant entered the office, she visibly held back her laughter at my
crossed arms and the look on my face.

"Alright, what happened?" she asked, carefully masking the smile on her
face.  She brought her long legged body around my desk and began to massage
my sore muscled shoulders. Her hands felt so good as she manipulated my
muscles, feeling the tenseness there.

"Are all of the analysts we have on that San Francisco development this
stupid?  What kind of idiots are we hiring nowadays?" I asked, standing up
and walking to the floor-to-ceiling window behind my desk.  "That design
would have worked about 10 years ago.  Where are the techies we were
supposed to have hired?  I want to talk to Ray Phillips about them.  Today.
We have to take advantage of our in place technology, not digress!"

"Take it easy, Boss.  I'll talk to Ray on it.  We'll fix it," she said,
sitting on the corner of the desk, her legs crossed, her skirt riding far
up her long, perfect legs.  "He'll handle it.  Lets not get people fired
before checking all the options available."

I shrugged and smiled at her.  "You're right, again.  As usual," I said,
walking over to her.  I put my hands on her shoulders and kissed her
lightly on the forehead.  I sat down at my desk again, spinning my chair
around to face out the window.

"Please take care of it for me, okay, Irish?  I've got some work to do
here."

"You've got it, Boss," she said, sliding from the desk and walking out of
the office.  "Do you want the door closed?"

"Yes, please.  I don't want to be disturbed for at least an hour.  I have
to get this report out before I leave the office.  Irish?  Thanks."

She smiled and pulled the door closed behind her.

Look at me, I'm a wreck!  I thought to myself.  Of course, I know why.
After yesterday, I'm worn out.  Not only physically, but emotionally, too.

Ryan and I made a wonderful day of it.  We both missed the girls very
much. But their Grandparents really needed them at this stage of their
lives.  Only for another couple of weeks, I thought.  Ryan and I packed a
picnic basket, gorged ourselves, ran through the surf, chased each other
and just had a great time.

When we finally returned home, we made love in a wild, unbridled,
passionate way.  Our lovemaking was unbelievable, his long, thick cock
driving me up the wall, my lips around him, sucking all of the stuffing
from those huge balls.  Proved my point to me, for sure.  I love making
love to women.  I kind of live for it now.  But, I could never forego sex
with men. Ryan.  I dearly love that man so much!

Especially after last night.  Not just the sex, which was fabulous.  It was
what happened afterward.  That was the night I decided to tell him about my
new…interest.

 "Ryan, can I ask you something?" I turned toward him to look directly into
his eyes, my weight supported by my right elbow.

"Sure, sweetheart.  Something wrong?" he asked, turning toward me.

"Ryan, " I began.  "I know I haven't been exactly myself this past week.
And, I know that you think that all the time I've been spending away from
home is kind of suspicious.  With all the men I've been meeting lately, I
know that it seems, well …," I began.

Ryan tried to interrupt I brought my hand up to touch his cheek and lips to
say, "No.  Please let me say this before you jump to any conclusions and
while I still have the courage."

I rolled away to sit on the side of the bed, my back to Ryan.

"Ryan, I haven't been seeing another man.  I love you with all of my heart,
honey.  No other man will ever touch me. Ever.  Only you, my Dear Love.
Please believe that.  There could never be another man for me except you.
You do believe me, don't you?"

Afraid to look back at him, I sat there filled with apprehension.  I felt
his hand on my shoulder as he crawled to me, his touch sending shivers down
my spine.  Fear?  Or love, I wondered.  A little of both, I suspected. His
hand touched my cheek, turning my face to his.  As I looked into his eyes,
felt his lips against mine, I knew that he believed me, that there could
never be anyone else that would take my love from him.

"Yes, sweetheart.  I know that," his voice so soft, just a whisper.  "I've
always trusted you and know you would never cheat on me.  What you've been
up to doesn't rise to cheating.  Only another kind of love, I think," he
added, kissing me once again.

My eyes suddenly bulged out as my breath caught in my throat.
"Wha…what…?"

Ryan laughed softly and kissed me again.  My lips were locked in surprise
as he reached his hand to my cheek.

"Randi, I've known that there was something between you and Irish for a
long time.  She made her interest in you so damn obvious when she thought I
wasn't looking.  And, you?  You were so nervous around her, I just wondered
how long it would be before she got you into her bed.  When was the first
time?"

I turned away from Ryan, my face buried in my hands, so embarrassed, and
groaned.  "Oh, my God.  I am so….  Was it really that obvious?"

Ryan again took my face in both my hands and forced me to look at him.
"Yes, sweetie.  It was."  He leaned down and kissed me, feeling the fear in
my lips.  His tongue traced my cold lips, slowly warming them up.

I thought fast, though, knowing that I could never maintain that lie.  I
had to tell Ryan the truth, then.  All of it.  Not that the idea of Irish
wouldn't be that bad, come to think of it.  As a matter of fact, Irish
would explain a lot of things.

"If you knew about it, or suspected it, why weren't you screaming at me?
Why?"

Ryan took my hand in his, turned it and kissed my palm.  "Because, my
darling wife and love, I don't feel threatened by Irish.  I don't feel
threatened by a sexual encounter between you and another woman.  I think
that is a very natural thing, two women enjoying each other's bodies,
experimenting, doing things that most men don't know how to do or when to
do it.  I've never doubted your love for me and I know what your choice
would be if there were ever a conflict.  I know that you love me."

I looked deep into Ryan's eyes, then turned away quickly.  "Ryan, I can't.
I have to tell you the truth.  If it's too much for you, please be honest
with me.  I'm a big girl.  We can work it out.  I love you so much," I
said, turning back to him, my hand touching his soft bearded face.  Ryan's
eyes registered alarm as he stared hard at me.  He moved away and lay on
his side on the opposite side of the bed.  "Go on, I'm listening," he said,
somewhat slowly.

"Okay, here goes.  Remember, I love you."

I began, leaving virtually nothing out.  I walked back and forth between
the window and the bed, around the bed, afraid to settle in one spot for
too long.  Occasionally, I would glance at Ryan, trying t gauge his
thoughts, but he was impassive, just listening and watching me.

Thirty minutes later, I knelt on the bed, looking directly at Ryan, having
difficulty seeing through the tears.  Then, I noticed his eyes were also
wet.  I moved over to him, reaching out a tentative hand to his bearded
face, holding on to whatever hopes I had that I hadn't destroyed my
marriage.

Ryan looked at me for a few moments, me holding my breath, my heart beating
so loud, I was sure he could hear it.  Then, he pushed himself up to a
kneeling position directly in front of me.  He reached out a hand to my
face and I automatically flinched.  He slid his hand behind my head and
brought my face to his.  He kissed her hard, passionately, putting all of
his pent up lust into it.

"Randi, I have never loved you more than right now," he said, his fingers
wiping the tears from my eyes.  "It must have really hurt you a lot to tell
me all of this.  It would have been easy to just tell me it was Irish.
Now, I know you love me."

I was stunned.  I just stared at him, feeling so much love and admiration
for this huge, wonderful man.  My God, did I deserve a guy like this, I
thought, wiping his tears from his eyes.  I smiled at him and suddenly
began to blubber like a child.  Ryan put his arms around me, holding me
tight, his hands moving on my back.

"I love you so much, toots," he whispered, holding me tight.  "I know you
need this so I won't stand in your way.  As long as I know you love me, the
kids, our life together."

"Oh, God, Ryan.  You can never doubt that!  I adore you, you big creep!" I
said, taking his head in my hands and kissing him as hard as I could.

Ryan's hand cupped my left breast, squeezing and rotating it as it filled
his hand, my hard nipple pressing into his hand.  Our tongues challenging
each other as his hand moved down to my thigh and pulled it up to his
waist, wrapping the leg around him. His hand slid up my smooth, bare leg to
my ass, squeezing hard, his fingers slipping into the crease of my ass.  I
bucked against his hand, moaning surprise at the intensity of his fingers.

Pulling my lips from his, I looked into his eyes.  "God, you are really
hard!  I never knew that girl to girl sex turned you on so much!" I gasped
as his finger pressed against my asshole.  I gasped again as it entered the
tight passageway of my pucker.  My hands grabbed his head and my lips
crashed back against his, our teeth loudly cracking together.

I broke the kiss and backed away from him, my hand reaching out and
grabbing his bloated cock, so long, seemingly longer that his usual 8 1/2
inches, and as thick as my wrist.  My other hand moved down to grasp his
heavy balls, hefting them, feeling the load of sperm accumulated there.  I
looked into Ryan's eyes and, with an evil smile, quickly slipped to my
knees, my lips opening wide to take in the blazing purple head of his cock.
My tongue teased the huge vein beneath his cock as I continued to squeeze
his balls.  Pulling back, I kept the huge head of his cock in my mouth and
slowly slid my lips back down over the thick veins and hardness his length
until I felt the hairs at the base of it brush my lips.  Back up to include
only bulbous head, then back. I continued to suck his cock as I had never
done before.  I kept my hand tight around the base of his cock to keep him
from coming too soon.

My other hand continued to massage his balls, squeezing them, rolling them
around in my hand.  I let his balls go for a moment and slid my hand down
under him, to his sweet ass.  His beautiful ass, as smooth and firm as a
woman's, between those beautiful globes to his tightly puckered asshole.  I
forced one finger in to the second knuckle, moving it around, reaching for
his prostrate gland, feeling him move spasmodically at my manipulations.

Gasping for breath, Ryan's hands tangled in my red curls, pulling my face
harder onto his red hot cock, feeling my lips slide down until he was once
again buried in my throat.  Keeping his cock deep in my mouth, I pushed him
down on the bed and spun around until my cunt was directly over his face.
As I kept up the sucking action on his gorgeous cock, Ryan grabbed my ass
and pulled me down over his mouth.  As I felt his tongue spear into my
pussy hole, I began to suck and pump his cock faster and faster.  I put my
finger back into his asshole, wriggling it in time to my sucking of his
cock.

Ryan wet a finger in my cunt juices and matched my cock sucking by plunging
it deep into my anus.  I began to scream around his cock, sucking and
finger fucking him so fast, I expected smoke to come from his asshole.  Our
passions climbed, the air in the room turning hot and wet.  Suddenly, Ryan
stiffened, his orgasm about to arrive.  My own orgasm, long since begun and
not stopping, continued to an outrageous climax, just as the first spurt of
his sperm splashed the back of my throat.  He kept coming, pouring blast
after blast of cum into my welcoming mouth, the sticky solution running
from the corners of my mouth.

I kept sucking and sucking, matching his mouth on my cunt as our passions
slowly began to ebb.  Finally, I collapsed on top of him, keeping his cock
in my mouth, loving the feel of his rock hard, hairy body beneath me, the
feel of his mouth covering my cunt, my juices coating his face.

"Wow," I gasped, finally lying in his arms, asleep within moments.

Wow, indeed, I thought as I leaned back in my chair.  What a guy!

Just then, my intercom buzzed.  "Yes, Irish?" I asked.

"Boss, there's a Ms. Winters on the phone.  Do you want to take the call?"

Winters, I thought.  "I don't know anybody by that name, but yeah, put her
through."

After a moment, a soft, well-spoken and eminently familiar voice came
through the line.

"Randi?"

"Nora?" I asked, feeling a shudder pass through me at the sound of her
voice.

"Hello, Randi.  So good to hear your voice again.  How was your weekend?"
she asked, her pleasant voice lilting.

"Wonderful, Nora.  Absolutely wonderful!  And, now, this day has a great
ending to it, too.  I wondered if I would ever hear from any of you again."

"Randi, I told you and everyone else told you.  You're one of us, now, and
welcome to our group anytime."  She sounded so sincere.

"Thank you, Nora.  I can't tell you how much you and everyone has meant to
me."

"Randi," she said, "Are you busy this evening?"

"Well, the kids are still with their Grandparents for at least another two
weeks and my husband, is, well, going to be very, very late this evening.
Yes, of course, I'm free."

"Wonderful!" she exclaimed.  I've been so looking forward to seeing you.
Would you like to come over for dinner this evening?"

"I'd love to.  Just tell me what time?"

"How about seven?  I'll send a car for you."

"Wonderful, Nora.  I can't wait to see you."

"Looking forward to it, Randi.  Goodbye."

Hanging up the telephone, I wondered what wonderful deeds I had done in my
life to deserve what had entered my life so recently.  I couldn't guess,
but I certainly wasn't about to question it.  Glancing at my watch, I saw
that it was only 3 o'clock.  I suppose some work has to be done, I thought.

For the remainder of the day, I settled down and finished the presentation
and, by the way, came to a rather good settlement with the luncheon idiots.

At about 6 o'clock, I went into my bathroom to freshen up.

I looked at myself in the mirror and smile approvingly.  I've worked hard
to keep my body trim, working out with Ryan at least two days a week.
Since we'd met while training with a world renowned martial arts sensei, we
spent at least two evenings a week working out at a private dojo.  My tits
were high, full and firm, capped with large nipples, my skin tone typically
off white due to ancestral Middle Eastern background, my red curls were
thick and full, left cascading around my face and shoulders and light green
eyes.  I smiled at my reflections and thought not too shabby for 41 years
and three beautiful little girls.

Luckily, I had worn a beige Calvin Klein suit today (You've noticed that I
love Calvin Klein clothes?).  The skirt settled about 4 inches above my
knees and hugged my hips.  I wore a Hermes blouse, also beige, soft silk.
A matching military-style jacket.  I felt good.  I looked good and I was
off to a good evening.  What more was there to demand from life right now?

When I left the building, the car was waiting for me.  I climbed into the
back and the car pulled smoothly away from the curb.  After a while, we
pulled up in front of the Russian Tea Room.  Wonderful, I thought.  I've
wanted to see it since it had been redecorated.  I thanked the driver and
entered.

The first floor was magnificent.  The same style as before, with lots of
red leather, green walls, new gold leaf ceilings, samovars along the walls.
As plush as always but with a more intimate flair, the place was a
masterpiece of design and taste.  Over in the corner, I saw her.  Nora.
Standing, she was a masterwork of beauty, her gray hair perfectly styled
for her face of slightly lined alabaster.  The tiny laugh lines around her
eyes and the corners of her mouth only added to the beauty of her large,
twinkling eyes, her perfect nose, her cupid's bow lips, her pouting lower
lip.  Adorned in a Chanel suit, long strings of flashing diamonds hung from
her ears, matching a choker around her throat.  She was an absolute vision
as she reached for me with outstretched arms and hugged me for long
moments, her body enfolding mine.  She carried her small stature so well,
barely 5 feet and, perhaps, all of 100 pounds, but her figure was
devastating.  Perhaps 36.25,35, she was absolutely a golden aged wonder.  I
was captivated.

"Randi, darling!  I've missed you.  How was your weekend?  Please sit
down," she said, offering her hand toward the chair opposite hers.  Out of
nowhere, two waiters appeared, one to hold the chairs for each of us.  I
slid into my chair as did she.  For the next hour, small talk turned into a
complete, blow-by-blow account of last night's episode with Ryan.  She
listened so well, nodding, offering only small comments, letting me talk
and release emotions that had made me woozy from the weekend's sensory
overload.

At last she said, "Randi, you have an absolute gem of a husband!  As I knew
you did.  You'll remember I said as much last week.  Now, be careful not to
abuse his love, Randi.  That's very important.  Particularly with someone
like your Ryan."

"You were so right, Nora," I said, placing my hand over hers, stroking with
my fingers past her wrist and up her forearm.  Her skin was so soft and
smooth.  "But, you've been right about so many things, why should that
surprise me?" I asked as I felt Nora's hand on my bare knee.  It began to
move, coursing up to stroke the inside of my thigh.  I could feel the
juices beginning to flow at her touch.

We sat there for a while, just talking, her hand continuing to stoke my
fires.

"Randi, would you like to come home with me, tonight?" she asked, her
beautiful eyes hooded with passion, her hand continuing to work its magic
between my thighs.

"Nora, do you really have to ask?" I said, reaching down under the table to
put my hand on top of hers, locking it between my thighs.  "Whenever you're
ready."

"Oh, I'm ready now, Darling.  Believe me, I'm ready."

As we left, the owner of the restaurant stopped us with some small talk for
Nora.  I kept my cool while waiting, feeling my juices begin to accumulate
in my panties.  Finally, we left, climbing into the waiting, double-parked
limo.  Once in the car, I reached for Nora, not being in any condition to
wait.  Fuck protocol, I thought as I took her face in my hands and kissed
her.  Her lips were so soft and smooth and warm, her tongue searching my
mouth for mine, finding it, and licking it over and over.

I reached for her tits, squeezing them through her cashmere sweater, loving
the soft fullness of them, enjoying her body.  Nora was panting now,
letting her hands roam over my body wherever she could find a small piece
of naked flesh.

We arrived at the townhouse and pull back from each other.  Before we left
the limo, Nora asked, "Darling, would you mind if some ladies joined us
this evening?"

I beamed at her, reaching over to kiss her lightly on the nose.  "Of course
not.  Not if I can finally make love to you.  Oh, Nora, I owe you so much."

"Oh, nonsense," she laughed.  "Only your friendship.  That's all you owe
me," she said.

We left the car and walked up the stairs to the townhouse.  Before we could
reach the door, it was opened by the maid and we entered.

.  Stepping down into the great room once again, I walked to the huge
fireplace, admiring again the antiques and brilliant artwork.  Once again,
I felt as though I had entered a magnificent museum.  I couldn't resist
touching a portion of the Modigliani oil canvas, touching the Fredric
Remington Bronco Buster, touching the original foundry stamp in the
patinaed bronze.  As I turned around, Nora was at my elbow, watching my
appreciation of her collection.

"I just can't get enough of these works, Nora.  I feel so humble in this
room," I said, the awe so obvious in my voice.

"You belong here, Randi," she said, her hand on my arm, gently squeezing
the flesh.

I turned to her, looked down into her beautiful eyes and kissed her soft
lips.  Her arms snaked around my waist and gently pulled me against her,
her tongue entering my mouth, searching for, and quickly finding, mine.  I
felt her tongue search all over the interior of my mouth, touching my
teeth, the delicate place between my teeth and my cheeks.  I ran my fingers
down her cashmered back to her tiny waist.  I felt her pussy mound pressing
urgently against my own, my cunt juices already flowing at the touch.  Her
tits pressed against my own, larger than mine, yet so perfect in proportion
to her body.

"Hi!  Are you two starting without us?"  Two voices spoke as one from the
stairs.  Nora and I parted and I watched as two angels from Bisexual Heaven
stepped down into the great room and approached.  The two young girls who I
had seen at my last visit moved as one across the floor to join us.

One was taller than the other, but both were so similar, I knew that they
must be sisters.  Both were gleamingly blonde, one with hair straight and
long, down to her butt, the other's shorter, wrapped around her beautiful
face.  They were both dressed alike, school uniforms.  White blouses, open
at the neck, very short navy blue skirts, long white knee stockings and
black mary- jane shoes.  They moved as though floating on air, so amazingly
well for two so young.

"Randi," Nora said, gathering the two young women into her arms, "Meet my
Grandnieces.  This is Deborah," she said, referring to the taller one,
"and, this little one is Loren.  Say hello to Randi, girls," she asked.

Deborah approached me first, taking my hands in hers.  She flashed me a
blazing smile, bright white teeth sparkling, and turned her face up to
mine.  I kissed her unbelievably soft lips.  "Hi!"  she said, holding onto
my hands.

Loren approached.  She was so small, perhaps a little less than five feet,
but I swear I saw a halo over her beautiful head.  "Hi," she smiled,
sneaking in between Deborah and me and looked up to me for a kiss.  I
reached down, releasing Deborah's hand so that I could smooth her soft hair
around her face.  I leaned down to kiss her and she pressed hard against
me, her lips locking onto mine.

I stepped back to look at these stunning visions.  Deborah was almost my
height, her tits beginning to protrude from the front of her blouse.  Her
body was filling out with long, slim, smooth legs, visible to well above
her knees.  She was absolutely breathtaking and, as I eventually learned,
17 years old.

And, then there was Loren.  Just having turned 15, she was a somewhat
smaller version of Deborah and was absolutely breathtaking.  Her eyes were
electric gray-green, flashing under long, curling lashes, her eyebrows so
light, I knew what I would find under her skirt.  Of the two, she seemed to
stare right through me to my soul.  She was, in a word, captivating.

"I see you in them, Nora," I said, looking at her proud gaze.  "They are so
beautiful."

"I could tell you stories about these two," Nora beamed.  "Such as the day
they seduced me when I was babysitting them," she laughed.  "At least, they
thought they were seducing me."

"I'm so glad Aunt Nora was able to get you over here" Loren said, wrapping
her arms around my waist, her head pressed against my tits.  "Ever since we
saw you last week, we both wanted to see you again," she said, looking up
at me.  "Then, Linda and Cleo stole you away," she pouted.

I put my fingers under her chin, looking into her eyes, feeling the
softness of her skin against my fingers.  I leaned down and kissed her
lightly, feeling her hands drop onto my ass, squeezing my butt.  "Oh, I
think we can make up for that.  What do you think, Nora?"

"Mmmm.  You bet," she said, taking Deborah's hand and leading the rest of
us toward the stairs.

Look for Randi IV to find out the rest of this story.  Soon!  Please send
comments and suggestions to my hotmail address: Toni526.