The Bedtime Tales of Be287m

Birthday Gifts

Calendars are vicious things, Dave mused. Too empty and they scream "you have no life!" Too full and the scream "you have no time!" And as for just right--there was never a " just right." Just the continued lurch from one extreme to the other.

Dave thumbed the pages in his Daytimer. There was certainly no "just right" here. The entire month of May fell on the "no time" side of the ledger and June looked just as bad. He was going to need a vacation. Hell, it hadn't been long enough from his last vacation for him to be this stressed.

His last vacation. Dave slowly shook his head as he remembered. He'd actually shared the bed with Will and Jen while they were having sex. While he and Jennifer also made love. And earlier . . .

He'd never masturbated with an audience before in his life. That was something done surreptitiously or when he was all alone and had no real choice. Being out in the open . . . Dave shuddered a little at the memory. Jen and Jennifer seemed to thrive with the attention. For him, though . . . self-conscious was just the beginning of it. He didn't feel any thrill or high from being watched. Neither by himself or when all four of them were on the bed together. He'd been able to do it because he'd gotten caught up in the moment, gotten caught up in the enthusiasm of the women. But if he'd had a chance to really think about it first, he doubted he would have been able to keep an erection, must less make it to orgasm. There was certainly something to be said for not thinking during sex.

Besides, the not thinking had led to other benefits. How could he forget the images of Jen's fingers sliding between her labia, the lack of pubic hair making every detail vivid? And watching her orgasm. Watching both women orgasm. It had been incredible. Truly incredible.

He might not be an exhibitionist but he was definitely a voyeur when it came to beautiful women.

Dave heard a key turn in the front door lock. He and Jennifer weren't living together, yet, but that was becoming more and more a formality. Barely a night went by these days when they weren't together, either cuddled together in his bed or nestled under the covers in her apartment. Keys had become a formality a long time ago.

"Hello, Love," Jennifer called as she entered. Her bags of teaching material and grading to be done thudded to the ground as Dave took her into his arms for a welcoming kiss. Jennifer sighed and snuggled in after their lips had separated.

"Rough day?" Dave asked.

"Uh huh," Jennifer sighed. Dave ran his hand down her back, almost massaging more than caressing. He could feel the tenseness. Jennifer let out an "mmmm" and continued to nestle into Dave's body.

"Do you have a lot of grading tonight?" Dave asked.

"Mmmm. Moderate."

"Time for some pampering first?" Jennifer nodded, still holding Dave tight. He kissed her cheek, then pulled back and led her to the couch. Jennifer sat with little urging, letting Dave escape to the kitchen. He opened the fridge and hesitated. Jennifer wasn't big on beer, even though she enjoyed it from time to time. He let the fridge close and opened the cabinet instead.

"Awww!" Jennifer cooed when Dave reappeared in the living room, a towel over one arm in classic waiter fashion, a wine glass in one hand and the bottle in the other. He proffered the bottle, turning the label so Jennifer could read it.

"Sanford?" She smiled as she asked.

"Just for you," Dave replied. Jennifer's smile showed a little bit of life, though she was obviously still weary. With exaggerated showmanship, Dave set the glass on the end table and then fished the corkscrew out of his pocket. It was a little tricky, without the leverage he was used to getting from resting the bottle on a table, but he managed to extract the cork without any serious bobbles. Jennifer had her glass ready and gave a tired smile as he poured. A few drops tried to escape down the side of the bottle but Dave was able to intercept them with the towel before they could reach the end of the bottle and plummet to the carpet.

"Aren't you going to have some?" Jennifer asked once her glass was full.

"Sure. After my lady, of course." Dave then paused. Jennifer made no effort to raise her glass to her lips, so Dave hastened back to the kitchen, where he retrieved another glass and filled it. When he returned, Jennifer had kicked off her shoes and stretched out on the couch. Dave motioned for her to shift and they moved so that Jennifer was leaning into him, almost cuddling, not quite on his lap. Dave took a quick sip of wine and then set it aside and curled his arms around Jennifer.

"So tell me about it," he said.

Jennifer sighed and began to tell him about her day. Dave just held her and listened. He'd seen Jennifer teach, and he knew how she absolutely lit up when her students were engaged and seemed to grasp the concepts. He cringed a little when she shared stories of the reverse. Students who didn't try were Jennifer's biggest bane. She'd prep and she'd plan and find new fonts of creativity, and then sometimes get the attitude of "don't want to be here, bitch." It was hard on her. It was hard in general.

After Jennifer had finished her tale of the day, they just held each other for a while. Dave stroked her back lightly, while she leaned against his chest. After a while, Dave gently brushed her shoulder and Jennifer tilted her head up to meet his gaze.

"Hungry?" he asked. "Or can you wait a while?"

"I can wait," Jennifer replied.

"Good," Dave stated. He urged her to get up, and then led her to the master suite bath. Some houses with floor plans similar to his had oversized Jacuzzi tubs. Since Dave had opted for a larger two-person shower, his tub was only really sized for one. One was going to be enough for now.

Jennifer leaned against the sink while Dave started the water running and added a little bit of lavender bubble bath. He made a quick trip back downstairs to snag her drink and when he returned, Jennifer had disrobed and settled into the tub. She smiled briefly, then closed her eyes and let herself sink lower into the warmth. Dave balanced her drink on the edge of the tub and then returned with Jennifer's current novel.

"I brought your book," he quietly called. Jennifer nodded but didn't open her eyes.

"Read to me."

"As you wish." Jennifer's eyes didn't open, but she smiled in response to those words.

Dave settled onto the floor beside the tub. Turning to her bookmark, he found the logical break and began reading aloud. Jennifer let out an audible sigh and sank lower into the bubbles.

Dave read, keeping his voice smooth and soothing. He tried to do voices to match the characters, but quit when Jennifer giggled at his bad Scottish accent. The story was about a modern woman who was time traveling by means of a magic stone circle and had found a Scotsman she loved and had adventures with. They seemed to have a lot of sex too. Dave slowed down through one longer scene, then ended his reading at the next chapter break. He looked over at Jennifer. She had opened her eyes and was smiling back. She still looked tired, though. Not at all ready for a night of grading.

"C'mon," Dave said, scrambling to his feet and extending his hand. Jennifer slowly rose with his assistance and stepped out of the tub after opening the drain. Dave grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her. Jennifer sighed as he began vigorously drying her skin.

"Taking care of the important parts," she joked, noticing the vigor with which he rubbed her thighs after doing the same with her breasts.

"But of course!" Dave exclaimed. That brought Jennifer's first laugh of the evening. He led her over to the bed and motioned for her to lie down.

"On your stomach," he said. Jennifer raised an eyebrow, but didn't ask. Once she was prone, Dave shed his clothes and straddled her hips, running his hand up her spine. He pulled her hair aside and began rubbing her shoulders. Jennifer let out a long sigh. Dave continued with the massage.

He wasn't very good, but Jennifer didn't seem to mind. Dave mostly caressed her, just rubbing lightly. After he'd done her arms and neck, he shifted his weight lower, nestling his cock between the cheeks of her ass while he worked on her back. Jennifer let out a low moan. Dave smiled and ignored his growing erection.

When it became time to shift again, Dave moved all the way to the bed, kneeling between Jennifer's legs. He squeezed and caressed her ass before moving to her upper thighs. Jennifer parted her legs a little more, giving him a great view of her ass and pussy. He realized she was starting to become aroused. It must be the skin-to-skin touch.

Dave caressed the inside of Jennifer's thighs and then lightly ran his fingers over her sex. She wiggled and let out an "mmmm." He did it a few more times before pulling back.

"Roll over," he ordered. Jennifer complied, spreading her legs again when she was on her back. Dave resumed his kneeling position between her thighs. Then Dave leaned forward and lightly kissed her clit. Sliding back so he could get a better angle, Dave wrapped his arms around her hips and began to lick.

He kept his touch light, nearly languorous. Jennifer let out low moans and she just lay back, enjoying his ministrations. Dave licked the outside of her labia and then trailed his tongue between them. He flicked her clit a few times and then sucked it lightly between his lips. There was no rush.

Jennifer's buildup was slow and almost imperceptible. Her breathing changed slightly, becoming a little deeper as the time passed. There was no specific warning when Jennifer gasped, arched her back, and came, her orgasm a slow roll through her body. She smiled down at Dave when she had recovered.

"Pay you back now?" she asked. Dave shook his head.

"That was a gift," he said. "You've got grading to do. No need to pay me back for giving you a gift."

"I am so lucky to have you," Jennifer cooed.

"I love you too," Dave replied.

Dave slid up the bed and cuddled with her for a few minutes. Then it was time to get moving for the day's second shift of work. Dave fixed dinner while Jennifer got started on her grading. They chatted during the meal and then she asked if she could have a few minutes more for grading before doing the dishes. Dave smiled, knowing how conscientious she was about always cleaning up when he'd done the cooking. As Jennifer continued grading, he very quietly completed the chore himself.

"Awww!" Jennifer called, entering the kitchen just in time to see Dave wiping down the final counter; the pots piled high in the drainer. "You shouldn't have!"

"Call it another gift," he replied.

"Mmmm. Thank you." Dave gave her a quick kiss before ringing out the rag and leaning back against the counter. Jennifer had settled onto one of the bar stools.

"Speaking of gifts," she said, "you and Will have birthdays coming up."

Dave sighed. "And I have no idea what to get him," he said.

"Well . . ." Jennifer looked hesitant as she paused. "Jen has an idea of what she'd like to get him, and she asked for my help. She said she got the idea from you . . .but I thought I'd better discuss it with you first." The tenseness in her face raised some alarm in Dave's gut. His mind jumped to a conversation with Jen on the deck in Santa Fe and he remembered what he'd suggested. Bring another woman into their bed.

"I don't want you fucking Will." The words just shot out. Jennifer's shocked look told him he'd guessed wrong.

"Oh, no!" she instantly retorted. "No! Not at all! She wants to put on a show for him, not have a threesome! Besides, I don't want to have sex with Will. I mean, I like him, but sex . . ." her voice trailed off as she searched his face. Dave took a deep breath and willed himself to relax.

"I'm sorry," he said. "That's what I suggested to Jen when she mentioned that she wished that she could do more than flash people on occasion."

"She told me," Jennifer replied, smiling. "She also said that Will wasn't ready for group sex, even if it was two women, and despite what happened in Santa Fe. That's why she suggested a show."

"What kind of show?" Jennifer got a devilish look.

"You might find out firsthand. I told her that if I helped her do a show for her sweetie, she had to help me put on the same show for my sweetie. Your birthday is only a few weeks later."

That got Dave's imagination stirring, not to mention other body parts. Two gorgeous exhibitionistic redheads, working together. The mind boggled.

"The same show for me," he said. Jennifer grinned.

"Maybe a little better. We'll have had more practice with Will."

"Sounds hot."

"Oh, it will be," Jennifer teased. With that, she walked over and slid her arms around Dave's neck, pulling his head down for a kiss.

"Thank you," she said when she pulled back.

"For what?" Dave asked.

"Everything."

They just held each other for a while, until Dave glanced at the clock and realized there was still more to do before they could rest. The evening, like the upcoming weeks, was just too busy.

Of course, being busy had its benefits. Time slipped by with barely a notice. Dave had to bring work home the night of Will's 'celebration.' He even managed to get some of it done. Since Jennifer had been tightlipped in the intervening weeks, he could only speculate about the show Will was getting. It was probably better than the book he'd given Will himself. Jennifer promised to come over right after, and he only checked the clock twenty or thirty times before he heard her key in the lock.

Jennifer had barely gotten inside before Dave was at the door. She grinned, wild eyed, and threw her arms around him. The kiss was lusty and toe-tingling.

"How did it go?" Dave asked, a little nervously, as they pulled apart.

"Great!" Jennifer replied, kissing him again, pushing her tongue hard against his lips.

"Got you all worked up, eh?" Dave teased, breaking the kiss again.

"Absolutely! I need you to fuck me!"

Dave chuckled in reply. He pulled back from Jennifer and took her hand, leading her toward the couch. Along the way, they started shedding clothes. Jennifer finished first, in large part because she wasn't wearing anything under her shirt and pants. She tried to help, tugging at Dave's jeans, but when it became obvious he was undressing as fast as he could, she backed off. Still grinning, she knelt on the floor facing the couch. One hand snaked back to part her lower lips and lightly stroke her whole pubic region.

Dave chuckled as he finished shedding his clothes and approached. They'd begun having intercourse in this position more and more regularly so Jennifer could play with her clit while he stroked in and out of her. He had to admit, he liked feeling her clamp down on him when she came. Given how wet she was, he expected that to happen very soon this time.

Which it did. No more than a few minutes after he slid inside her, Jennifer was gasping and shaking as her first orgasm rolled through her. He paused, letting her catch her breath, then started again. He could feel her hand furiously stroking their connection, occasionally brushing his cock. It was only a few minutes more until she shuddered into her second orgasm. This time, Dave was too close himself to hold back. He groaned and, when his own shudders stopped, collapsed backward onto the floor. Jennifer turned around and snuggled into his arms.

"Whew!" Dave gasped. Jennifer chuckled.

"Tonight must have been a real turn on," he said next.

"Mmmm hmmm," Jennifer murmured.

"Going to tell me about it?"

"You'll find out soon enough," she teased. Dave rolled his eyes. Jennifer just chuckled.

"You'll live," she continued. "Besides, it's not like you'll have time to think about it between now and then." Dave groaned.

"Don't remind me!" he exclaimed. Jennifer responded by leaning in and giving him a light kiss.

"Leave tomorrow's problems until tomorrow," she soothed. Dave responded by kissing her back. They snuggled a while longer before the draw of sleep pulled them to bed.

Jennifer's powers of prediction turned out to be more accurate than Dave would have liked. The days flew by, with him barely able to break from work long enough to get the household chores done. Finally the day before his actual birthday arrived. That was the day Jennifer had asked him to block out the entire evening for his "show."

They had a quiet dinner under candlelight, Dave mightily resisting his impatience and urge to ask questions he knew weren't going to get answered. At eight, the doorbell rang. Jennifer scampered for it, Dave ambling behind.

"Happy Birthday, Dave!" Jen called as she sashayed in. She dropped a gym bag and threw her arms around him for a hug, followed by a kiss on the cheek. That startled him. They'd never been "kiss hello" friends before. He managed to regain a smile by the time she'd released him and pulled back.

"Bedroom?" Jen asked, looking at Jennifer. Jennifer nodded. Jen salaciously wiggled her eyebrows at Dave before heading up the stairs. Jennifer just grinned, then took Dave's hand and led him to the couch.

"Strip club rules," she said. "You have to sit on your hands."

"Sit on my hands? I don't have to do that at strip clubs!"

"You do sometimes," Jennifer cooed. Sometimes? Only when he was getting a lap dance--oh! Jennifer turned and walked to the stairs, blew him a kiss at the bottom, and headed up.

Dave tried to contain his nervousness, but he could already feel the blood and adrenaline rushing. The women seemed to take forever to get ready. He slid his hands under his thighs, just to keep from fidgeting with them.

An eternal wait later, Jennifer appeared at the top of the stairs. She was wearing "business clothes"--a knee-length skirt with matching jacket over a silk blouse. Jennifer was in her black pumps, the ones that looked so delectable when she was wearing nothing else. She'd put her hair up, holding it with a pair of wooden sticks that almost looked Chinese. She'd also put on makeup, a little heavier than normal, but still extremely classy. Dave noted the seams on the back of her black stockings and smiled. Jennifer returned the smile and headed over to the stereo. She was carrying a CD. Dave took the time to admire her more carefully while she loaded the new music into the tray.

Jennifer turned to him.

"You ready?"

"Ohhh yeahhh." That drew a chuckle from Jennifer. Then she reached out and hit play.

Horns blared, followed by piano. Dave recognized the tune and started laughing, trying to stay seated on his hands. It was "You Can Leave Your Hat On" by Joe Cocker.

"Ahem!" It was Jen's voice

She was standing at the bottom of the stairs, clad in a trenchcoat pulled tight and broad floppy hat. Her face was a mock pout until she clearly had Dave's attention, at which point she smiled. As Cocker's words filled the room, she strutted into the center of the room, swinging her hips.

". . . Baby, take off your coat, real slow . . ."

Jen spun, slowly undoing buttons as she went, swaying and teasing him with quick flashes of pale skin underneath. She wasn't keeping pace with Joe's lyrics, but Dave didn't care. Jen turned her back, when she'd undone the last button. Dave stole a quick glance at Jennifer, who was watching Jen and swaying with the music.

Jen slowly opened her coat, and then, looking over at Jennifer, let it slip from her shoulders.

Dave's eyes followed her red hair as it cascaded down her back from under the hat, stopping above a thin black bra strap. Her g-string was equally tiny, almost invisible among the pale flesh of her ass. The black thigh highs, on the other hand, were not invisible. With a start, Dave realized he'd seen this exact outfit before--back at Christmas in Victoria's Secret. Jen had merely exchanged the gauzy robe for the trench. Jen undulated, almost snakelike, rolling her shoulders, then her hips, followed by her knees. She turned, grinning, and proceeded to slowly dance forward, until her knees were brushing Dave's.

"You like?" she teased. Dave nodded his head vigorously. Jen slid one foot between his and gently nudged his knees apart. When he'd slid them fully apart, Jen stepped between his legs and continued dancing. She swayed and rocked her hips, running her hands over stomach, arms, upper thighs. Dave was entranced.

He also felt a little guilty. He glanced past Jen at Jennifer. She had come forward to clear the trench coat away and was standing to one side, watching and continuing to sway. She met his eyes and winked. Dave let out the breath he'd been holding.

Jen slowly turned around, continuing to move with the music, but now facing Jennifer. Nods were exchanged between the women and then Jen slowly reached back and placed her hands on her bra strap. She paused for a few seconds, apparently to draw Dave's eye, then unhooked the fabric and brought it forward. She tossed the black cloth to Jennifer, who had moved back near the stereo. The song was winding to an end and Jennifer was clearly poised to hit pause.

". . . You can leave your hat on!" The final verses of the song blared out. Jen reached up, grasping the brim of that hat she was still wearing. She pulled it off of her head and pulled it in front of her and then turned to face Dave, grinning ear to ear. He burst out laughing. Her breasts were completely covered by the large hat.

"Wanna see?" Jen teased.

"Of course I wanna see!" Dave called back.

"I wanna see too," Jen said, looking at the bulge in Dave's pants. She was using her Mae West voice and batting her eyelashes.

"Uhhhh . . ."

Jen sensed his discomfort and just stood still, smiling. Just then the music stopped. She met Dave's eyes, before slowly raising the hat back to her head. Dave soaked in the vision of her breasts as they came into view.

"Maybe a little later," she teased, before walking back to the stereo where Jennifer was. Jen held out her hand and Jennifer tapped it--not hard enough to be a slap, but enough to be deliberate.

Oh. Like tag team wrestlers.

Jennifer was now standing before him. She turned partially sideways, pushing one hip towards him, her hand on it. Then she blew him a kiss. Then the music started.

A guitar riff was immediately followed by a regular, pounding drum. A feminine "Mmmm" drifted out before Dave recognized Alannah Myles' voice singing "Black Velvet."

Jennifer was already swaying. She'd caught the bluesy beat and was rolling it through her hips and up her arms. The jacket was long gone. Her hands slid up above her head, mimicking the song's 'slow Southern way.' She pulled the sticks and shook her hair out. Then her hands drifted down her body, caressing herself through the fabric. Jennifer's hands stopped at her waist and with a quick snap of the wrist, her unfastened skirt fell to the floor. She stepped out of it and Jen swooped in to snatch it out of the way. Dave was momentarily distracted by the sight of Jen's bouncing tits, but Jennifer didn't seem to notice.

Instead she was still swaying and slowly undoing the buttons of her blouse. The tails of silk had dropped down, covering her crotch and most of her ass, but occasionally parting as she moved, revealing pale skin above her stockings. Jennifer had her eyes closed, enrapt in the music as she danced. Her blouse continued to slowly part as she turned and slowly twisted.

Meanwhile Jen has slowly crept up behind Jennifer. She matched Jennifer's sway and reached her arms around the other redhead, sliding her hands in until she too grasped the ends of the open blouse. Dave let out a gasp as he watched Jen pull the cloth off of his girlfriend, then quickly toss it aside. Jennifer thrust her hips backward and Jen leaned forward, the two women now dirty dancing together.

Jennifer hadn't been wearing a bra under her blouse and was running her hands over her own breasts and nipples while Jen reached around and caressed Jennifer's stomach and side. Jen also toyed with the thin garter belt around Jennifer's waist, dipping her hands below it and around the straps. She couldn't do much, since Jennifer's g-string was tightly pinning the straps to her thighs.

The music slid into "I Touch Myself" by the DiVinyls and neither woman missed a beat with the change in tempo. Dave glanced up and realized both women had their eyes open and were watching him. Jen was grinning wickedly and Jennifer just looked wanton and sultry.

"Show us," Jen cooed over Jennifer's shoulder.

"Touch yourself, my love," Jennifer added. Dave groaned and rolled his eyes.

"You take off your pants," Jen added, "and I'll take off hers." She hooked her thumbs under Jennifer's g-string to emphasize her point.

Dave's hands flew to his belt. He couldn't get things unfastened fast enough.

Jennifer licked her lips when his erection came into view. Jen just grinned wider, and then knelt down. She slowly tugged Jennifer's g-string down her thighs and past her knees. She then helped Jennifer step out of them, leaving her in just her garter belt, stockings, and heels. Jennifer had trimmed, but not shaved, the copper red hair on her mound. She ran the fingers of one hand through her bush and then back up to her breasts as Jen returned to her feet behind her.

Jennifer caught Dave's eye, then stared at his cock and motioned with her chin. He caught the hint and began slowly stroking himself.

"Nice," Jen called.

"So you're voyeur as well as exhibitionist," Dave riposted.

"It's all good," she teased back.

"So show me."

Jennifer tossed her head back as she silently chuckled and the women changed places. Jen was a little more vigorous in her dancing, bending and shaking, but she slowed down as Jennifer grasped her g-string and slid it down. Once it was off, she spread her legs slightly, giving Dave a view of her lower lips, engorged and full. She turned and thrust her ass at him while Jennifer headed into the other room.

"Bet you'd like to touch," Jen teased, looking over her shoulder and noting Dave's eyes glued to her ass. He nodded without looking up. She gave a large mock sigh.

"But rules are rules," she mourned. "I can't give you a lapdance . . ."

Jennifer had returned with a folding chair, which she set up sideways to Dave, about five feet away. She sat down and leaned back. Jen sauntered over to her.

"A lapdance for her, on the other hand . . ."

Jen straddled Jennifer's lap and sat down facing the other woman. She leaned forward and the two women rubbed their bare breasts against each other. Dave groaned and speeded up his self-pleasuring. He only stopped long enough to strip off the rest of his clothes.

Jen continued to writhe and twist to the music, while Jennifer ran her hands over Jen's back and side and hips. Jen shifted her feet so she was straddling just one of Jennifer's legs, then both, then the other. She ground her pussy into Jennifer's thigh and the pulled back and turned around, facing away. She sat down on Jennifer's lap again, and leaned back, playing with her own breasts. Jennifer reached around and placed her hands on top of Jen's. From the angle, it looked like both women were caressing Jen's bare flesh, but Dave noted that Jennifer's hands never actually touched Jen's areolae or nipples. Meanwhile, both women were watching his hand speed up.

"Gonna cum soon?" Jen asked, her voice husky and hot. Dave nodded vigorously in response. Jennifer leaned forward and whispered something in Jen's ear. Jen paused and then nodded. She then eased herself off of Jennifer's lap. The change in tempo brought Dave back a step from the edge, but just a step. Jen stepped forward and stood squarely before Dave. His eyes roamed from her face to her breasts to her crotch and back again. Jennifer joined her side.

Jen spoke first. "For the finale, you have a choice." She paused to let that sink in.

"In all of your choices, we get to watch you shoot," she continued. She had a devilish grin with this comment and Jennifer licked her lips.

"Option one is you get a *very* close view of our . . . more intimate treasures," Jennifer said, stifling a giggle with those last words.

"Option two," purred Jen, "is you get to shoot your stuff somewhere . . . more interesting." She ran her hands up her torso, cupping her own breasts as she spoke.

"Option three," Jennifer chimed in, "is where I help you."

"And your final option," Jen said, "is where I help you, within limits."

Dave groaned. "I don't suppose there's an 'all of the above'?" The two ladies slowly shook their heads no.

Dave took a deep breath. He was loving this, he admitted. Watching the two women strip and dance fulfilled a fantasy he hadn't even known he'd had. It even helped make the women staring at his cock exciting instead of embarrassing. He could see the excitement in Jen's eyes and the more subtle appreciation in Jennifer's. She did so enjoy giving him pleasure. That decided it.

"Option three."

"Alright!" Jennifer exclaimed. She moved forward and dropped to her knees as Dave scooted so he was sitting at the edge of the couch. Jennifer reached out and took his shaft in her hands, gently caressing it. Then she bent her head and lightly kissed the tip, before sliding the head into her mouth. She swept her hair back so she could look up at Dave. He smiled down.

Meanwhile, Jen had moved the chair so she was sitting facing Dave, just a foot or two behind Jennifer. She spread her legs and began fingering her clit. From the speed, she was pretty close to an orgasm herself.

Dave's eyes flicked from Jen's ministrations to his own cock sliding in and out of Jennifer's mouth. The combined sights were too much. He let out a low groan and his orgasm hit. Jennifer pulled back quickly and most of his semen splattered across her neck and shoulder.

Jen's own cry drew Dave's attention. She had been watching Dave's spurting as she shuddered in her own orgasm. Panting, her eyes met Dave's and she grinned. He just grinned back, not saying a word.

Jennifer gave his cock a last kiss and headed toward the bathroom after mentioning something about cleaning up. Dave admired her ass as she strolled away and then turned to Jen.

"So, which option did Will choose?" he asked.

"Same as you."

"And what would have happened if I'd picked options two or four?" Jen's smile turned playful. She wriggled her eyebrows but didn't answer.

Jennifer did, though, from the door.

"We talked about that with Will, after his show. We agreed that we need to have all four of us sit down for a long conversation before we do any cross-couple sexual touching." He glanced at Jen for confirmation and she nodded. She seemed a little resigned. It must have been Will or Jennifer that had put the brakes on.

"So how would you have 'helped'?" Dave asked her. Jen's grin grew devilish.

"I would have whispered naughty things in your ear while Jennifer played with you." Dave looked over at Jennifer, who nodded in confirmation.

"And option two?" he asked. The two women exchanged glances and grins, but didn't answer.

"So what now?" he then asked.

"Well, in a few minutes, I go home and jump Will," Jen teased. "But first, we have one last gift for you." Jennifer nodded and left the room. She returned with a large flat wrapped package, which she handed to Dave. As he began to unwrap it, she curled up on the couch by his side pressing her breasts into his side. Jen came over and sat on his other side. While very innocuous, he was very aware of her nakedness leaning in close to him. He tried not to let it distract him from opening his gift.

It was a calendar. Obviously professionally made, but clearly custom. He flipped through the pages.

Each month had a picture of Jen and Jennifer either nude or in very revealing lingerie. A few photos were in black and white, but most were in color. The two redheads were tastefully posed, either cuddled into each other, or otherwise positioned to highlight their similar beauty. Dave's breath was taken away by how well the photos were done and how stunning the women looked.

"For your home office," Jennifer said. "Nowhere else." Dave nodded, then turned to face her.

"Where did you get them taken?"

"I found an art photographer we could trust," Jen answered. "We have all the negatives and all the prints, in case we ever want more." Still stunned, Dave just nodded.

"Happy Birthday," Jennifer said, sliding an arm around him for a hug.

"Happy Birthday," Jen echoed, also putting her arm around him.

"Thank you," he said. "Truly and deeply, thank you for your gifts." Dave put his arms around both women, pulling them close, making it a true three way hug. They all just held each other for a while, feeling the warmth of bare skin against skin. This had probably been his best birthday ever, he mused. It had certainly been more than just a date on the calendar. Which, in all the recent busyness, made everything about it absolutely right.

--Fin--

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