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



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Crossings, Chapter Four





I awoke with the most pleasant surprise.  I felt Kristy's hand 

massaging my cock and balls gently.  I looked over at her and she had 

a big grin on her face.   "I thought you might have had enough for a 

month after last night," I whispered to Kristy not knowing my wife 

was already up and preparing breakfast in the kitchen.  



"I can never get enough of people who care as much about each other 

as you and Susie," Kristy smiled.  



I glanced over at the clock. It was noon.  Less than twelve hours ago 

my wife and Kristy were getting screwed silly by a roomful of 

strangers.   My cock began to grow.  Kristy went under the covers and 

began to lick my dick as it grew.   She lightly flicked her tongue just 

under the head--right on the most sensitive spot.  With each flick of 

her tongue, my dick sprang more to life.  Kristy then put a condom on 

my dick then sucked my dick into her mouth.   This lady really knew 

how to give a blowjob.   As she sucked away, I motioned for her to flip 

around so I could eat her pussy. Kristy gently lowered her pussy to my 

tongue as her head was bobbing up and down on my cock.   I sucked 

her clitoris into my mouth and tongued it as I sucked.  She was losing 

concentration on my cock and pulled it from her mouth.  Suddenly, 

and quite unexpectedly to me, she came, moaning loudly as her clitoris 

became rock hard then shrunk back into its hood.   She wasted no time 

in flipping over and asking me to fuck her.  "Do you know I fucked 

you three times last night?"  I asked.



"No, but I figured you had.  Everyone else did," she said with a wink.  



I climbed on top of her and slid my cock into her soft pussy very 

slowly as I did not know if she would be in pain from all the fucking 

she took last night.   Kristy moaned and told me she was okay.  I then 

plunged my cock into her and began pumping her pussy in a steady 

rhythm.  I sucked on Kristy's large nipples.  Kristy had very large 

nipples.  They rose about half an inch from her boobs.   Her tits where 

very sensitive and each time I flicked my tongue over the hard flesh of 

her nipples, she twitched almost imperceptibly.   I was really enjoying 

myself.  I was fucking a woman with my wife in the next room and felt 

absolutely no guilt.  It felt completely natural.   Just then, I felt 

something strange on my butt.  As I moved to turn around and look, 

Susan said, "No, don't turn around.  I've got a surprise for you." 



"Oh, boy.  I don't know how many of your surprises I can take, Sue!"  I 

joked.  



I felt Susan's hands massaging the cheeks of my ass then I felt 

something being applied to my asshole.  I assumed it was K-Y jelly 

and figured Susan was preparing to stick her finger up my ass at the 

moment of my orgasm--just as she had done when she was sucking the 

groom's cock last night at the party.   Susan inserted two fingers 

immediately into my ass and began pumping them in and out slow.  

She inserted another finger and continued her slow, steady motions.  It 

felt fantastic and I told her so.  "Good," Susan said with an excited 

tone in her voice.  



Susan then removed her fingers and I felt something altogether 

different pressing against my anus.  I took a deep stroke on Kristy's 

pussy then on my way back, I felt searing pain coming from my anus.  

I turned around to look.  Susan had strapped on the dildo she and 

Kristy used on each other the other night and was inserting into my 

ass.  "Sorry, honey.  I'll go slow," Susan apologized.  



I couldn't believe it.  My wife was fucking me with a dildo while I was 

fucking Kristy.  My head started to spin and I pumped Kristy even 

harder.   With each backstroke of my fucking motion, the dildo 

penetrated further into my ass.  Soon the pain gave way to a 

pleasurable feeling.  My cock seemed to grow even harder as I fucked 

and was fucked.   The rubber dick was now buried in my ass and 

Susan was using fucking motions just like a man.  She grasped my 

hips with both hands and matched the rhythm I was using on Kristy.   

"Fuck him, Susie.  Fuck me, Mark, hard," Kristy moaned.  



"I'm going to come," I moaned.  



"Fuck him hard, Susie," Kristy said, urging Susan on.



The feeling was indescribable as I shot my load into the condom.  I 

just kept coming and coming.  It seemed as if it wouldn't end.  Susan 

continued fucking me in the ass long after I had stopped moving.  

"Did you have fun, Mark?"  Susan asked.



"Yeah, I did," I said trying to catch my breath as I pulled myself away 

from the dildo. Kristy got up to unstrap the dildo from Susan, but 

Susan had already gone into the bathroom.  I heard water running and 

collapsed on the bed.  Kristy collapsed on the bed next to me.   Susan 

came out of the bathroom and announced, "I'm not finished fucking. 

Kristy, you up for more fucking?" 



"I was wondering if you were going to get around to that," Kristy 

answered in a sly tone.



Foreplay was at a minimum as Kristy got on her hands and knees and 

pushed her cunt toward the dildo.  Susan spread more lubricant on the 

dildo and inserted it into Kristy's pussy.  I slid under Kristy and began 

to suck her nipples.  Kristy reached for my dick and began to stroke it.  

I stopped her as I removed the spent rubber and put on a fresh one.   

Instead of stroking my cock, I wanted Kristy to suck it so I could see 

my wife fucking another woman.  In no time flat, my cock was hard as 

a rock again.  Kristy was focusing all her attention on my cock.  I 

didn't want to come right yet, so I stopped Kristy, then got off the bed.  

I went behind Susan and massaged her nipples from behind as I 

rubbed my cock up and down the crack of her ass.   "Eat her, Susan," I 

requested.



Susan pulled out the dildo, unstrapped it and let it fall to the floor.  

Kristy rolled over on her back and said, "Yes, Susan, eat me now, 

please."  



Susan bent over at the waist and started to lick Kristy's pussy.   "Mark, 

fuck Susie's ass," Kristy demanded.



I found the lubricant on the dresser and lubed up my cock and Susan's 

asshole.  Immediately, I plunged my cock into my wife's anus.   Susan 

began squirming and pumping on my cock.  Kristy was moaning 

loudly.  Susan was moaning between slurps of Kristy's gash and I was 

fucking my wife in the ass as she was eating Kristy's pussy.  It was just 

as they said it would be the night before last.  As I thought about that, 

I reached around and began flicking my fingers on Susan's clit.  After 

about five flicks of my finger, Susan reached orgasm.  I continued to 

flick my fingers on Susan's clit.  Kristy grabbed a handful of Susan's 

hair and began rubbing the ends of the hair on her nipples.   After a 

few flicks, Kristy came.   I had never felt like this before. I was 

charged and I felt like I could continue fucking all day.  Just as that 

thought subsided, I filled the rubber with my cum.  



"Let's eat," said Kristy.



After breakfast,  Kristy and Susan showered.  As they showered, I 

noticed some magazines on the night stand next to the bed.   As I 

flipped through the magazines, I saw something familiar.  I flipped 

through the magazines again and found a half-sized catalog.  On the 

cover was Kristy, smiling and wearing a sexy costume similar to the 

one Susan wore last night at the bachelor party.  Inside the catalog 

were many more outfits, including the one Kristy wore last night.  

Kristy's picture appeared about dozen times in the catalog along with 

pictures of other women.  Of all the women in the catalog, Kristy was 

by far the prettiest.  In fact, Kristy was one of the prettiest women I 

had ever seen now that I really looked closely.  She wasn't as pretty as 

Susan, but I've never seen anyone prettier than my wife.



Kristy came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her.  "I 

didn't know you modeled, too?"  I asked as I held up the catalog I 

found. "I hope you don't mind.  I was just looking for something to 

read and found it."



"I don't mind at all," Kristy replied as she ran a towel through her 

hair.  "I've been in about four or five catalogs in the last year.  It pays 

really well.  I also do lingerie parties where a bunch of the girls I work 

with model lingerie for housewives."



"Do the lingerie parties get as wild as the bachelor party last night?"  I 

asked joking.



"No.  Never.  Then again,  I haven't done one with Susie," she 

laughed.  "Your wife is really special."



"Lately, I bet Susan could turn on a dead man," I said.  "She's really 

found her sexual stride in the last three months.  This whole thing is 

really new to both of us.  Would you believe me if I said the Susan of 

three months ago would have probably killed me if she saw me 

fucking another woman?   I know I would have left her if I caught her 

with another man."  



"I believe it.  Susie and I talked about your lives together.   Susie's at 

that age, too," Kristy smiled. 



"I'd love to see you when your hormones kick in!" I laughed.



"Susie is a bad influence on me, Mark," Kristy said as she blushed.



"Who is a bad influence on who?" Susan asked in mock indignation.



"You!" Kristy laughed.  "Do you realize I have done around 20 

bachelor parties and never have they turned into a gang bang!"  



"Never?" Susan teased.



"I'm not lying," Kristy joked as she put on a pair of socks then pulled 

up a fresh pair of panties.  



"I guess I'm just a bad girl, right Mark?"  Susan said with a smile.



"Yeah, but you're my bad girl,"  I added.



Susan borrowed a pair of shorts and a shirt from Kristy because it 

would look kind of funny coming into the hotel dressed to kill in the 

middle of the day.  



"I have to dance tonight at a few bars, you guys,"  Kristy said.  "I'd like 

it if you came with me, to watch?"  



"Mark?", Susan asked.



"I've got no plans," I said.  "It'll be fun going back to my old haunts."



"Old haunts?"  Susan said in a tone that was dripping with sarcastic 

anger.



"Yeah, when I was stationed here,  a few us used to go to a few places 

on the strip and blow our paychecks."  I explained.  "Hey, drinking  

and spending money was about the only thing to do most of the time."



"I know, I know."  Susan said.  "We'll go."



"Okay, I'll come by your room at about six." Kristy said. "Don't dress 

up or anything, just wear blue jeans and T-shirts or something along 

those lines."



"Do you two mind if I count the tips in the shoebox?"  I asked.



"No, not at all."  Kristy said.



I got the shoebox from the living room and brought it back to the 

bedroom.  I opened the top and my eyes nearly popped out.   The thing 

was filled with hundred's and fifties.  



"Hey, there's a lot of money in here."  I said to deaf ears.



I poured the money on the bed and separated the hundreds from the 

fifties.  I couldn't believe this much money came from sailors.  "Hey, 

there's four thousand, one hundred and fifty two bucks in here!"  I 

exclaimed.



"What?"  Kristy turned with a shocked look on her face.  "Are you 

kidding?"



"Count it yourself," I said.



Kristy and Susan got on the bed and counted the money.  "Shit!  

You're right!" Kristy said excitedly.  "Let's split it, Susie."  



"Okay," Susan said.



They split the money fifty-fifty and Kristy said, "I'm getting you the 

next time I do a bachelor party!"  



"That's a deal!"  Susan said as the girls laughed loudly.



Kristy and Susan finished dressing.  "Do you think that makes us 

hookers, Susie?" Kristy asked.



"I don't care.  I had too much fun to care last night.  I'd like to do it 

again, if it's okay with you, Kristy?"  Susan asked.



"What?  Screw men for money?"  Kristy asked.



"No.  Perform for them."  Susan said with a haughty air.



"Tips."  Kristy laughed.



"I guess we better go now, I want to get some clean clothes and watch 

some ball before we go out tonight."  I said.



"Ball?  I thought we just did that!"  Susan joked.



"Very funny."  I said.



The women kissed good-bye and as we went out the door Kristy said, 

"Sixish."



On the way back to the hotel, Susan said,  "Last night was 

unbelievable.  I have never been that horny in my life.  Do you know 

what I liked best about last night?"



"The black men?"  I asked.



"Well, yes,"  she answered, "but I really liked the control."



"Control?"  I asked incredulously.



"Yeah,"  Susan explained. "I could have stopped anytime I wanted and 

nobody would have done anything but accepted it.  But I didn't.  I 

made a conscious choice to lose every inhibition I ever had last night. 

It might have been different if I were drunk but I was completely 

sober. I feel like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders.  I'm 

bisexual, I'm an exhibitionist, I'm a voyeur, and I'm a slut."



"I wouldn't go as far to say you're a slut.  I  think..." I was interrupted.



"No, Mark.  I'm a slut.  I never enjoyed myself more than I did last 

night.  I want to continue to be a slut even when we get home, Mark.   

I have changed."  Susan said.



"There's no doubting that you've changed, Sue.  I loved what happened 

last night, too.  Believe it or not, I feel free, too.  I love you more than 

ever and the new you is someone I want to have with me until I die."  I 

responded, a bit worried that Susan was going to leave me behind.



"You have nothing to worry about, Mark.  I love you more than I ever 

have.  I would never leave you out of my life.  We're growing and we 

have a new us.  My mind just races with thoughts of the things I've 

done in the last two months and the things I want to do.  I want Kristy 

with us, too.   Both you and she make me feel more alive than ever.  

Everything is new." Susan explained.



"I'm relieved.  I thought this was going to be a classic case where the 

wife goes wild and no matter what the husband says, she doesn't 

believe him,"  I added, thankfully. "What do you mean you want 

Kristy with us?"



"I mean I want to have Kristy feel free to come and live with us if she 

chooses."  Susan said in that matter of fact tone.



"Suppose she doesn't want to come?" I asked.



"She told me she did, if you wanted her,"  Susan  said.



"You mean a permanent threesome?" I asked.



"Yes, Mark.  I love her, too," Susan said with a smile.



"What about our kids?" I asked seriously.



"Our kids are at college.  Both of them are planning to attend Summer 

school.  When they come home after their spring break, we'll sit them 

down and tell them straight up," Susan said.



"Tell them everything?"  I asked.



"No.  We'll just tell them that Kristy is a close friend who has come to 

live with us,"  Susan answered.



"What if they figure it out?  They're not stupid," I asked.  



"What we do in the privacy of our room is our business, period,"  

Susan said sternly. "That is the way it has always been and that's the 

way it will stay.  I will still be the same mother they have always had 

and you will be the same father.  Our sex lives never entered into that 

equation and I won't let it enter, now."



Susan's argument was very convincing.  "It's all right with me if Kristy 

moves in with us, then," I said rather nervously.  



Having Kristy move in with us seemed a bit odd at first, but Kristy, 

from what I knew was a remarkable lady.   I had reservations, but it 

was natural.  I was surprised that Susan would act so impulsively but 

given recent events, I understood.  



"Don't worry.  Everything will work out for the best,"  Susan said with 

a big smile.  



"Kristy has invited me to do a lingerie party with her tomorrow 

afternoon.  It's girls only this time," Susan said.



"Just make sure you tape it!"  I said with a big grin.  



"One more thing, Mark,"  Susan added.



"I did love screwing the black men last night, especially the groom.  

Kristy and I are going to meet him at a club tomorrow night, if you 

don't mind?"  Susan asked.



"How did this come about?" I asked rather stunned.  "When did you 

have the time to find out who he was?"



"Kristy asked for his phone number last night.  I called him this 

afternoon and  told him that Kristy and I wanted to get together with 

him,"  Susan answered.  "Don't worry, we're bringing him back to the 

hotel room with us, so you can fuck us, too."  



"When did the two of you work this out?"  I asked.



"In the shower this afternoon."  Susan said.  "In fact, I loved it so 

much last night with him, that I want him to fuck me normally, while 

you fuck me in my ass.  It happened last night and it was the most 

incredible thing I have ever felt. I want it to happen. This time, I want 

your cock in my ass."  



"Susan, it was my cock in your ass; the first time, that is,"  I confessed.



"That's even better!  Do you have that on tape?"  She asked.



"Sure do,"  I said with a smile.



"Just one more thing.  Other than women and you, I want only black 

men for the rest of this trip,"  Susan said, explaining her desires.  "I 

want the biggest cocks I can get my hands on and other than the best 

man, the biggest cocks at the party last night were those of the black 

guys."



"That's enforcing a stereotype," I said in a matter of fact tone.



"Fuck the stereotype.  My survey say's it's accurate, and that's what I 

want,"  Susan said laughing.



"Then you've got it,"  I said.



"Mark, do you mind if we modify a room in our house for sex parties?   

I want to have hidden camera's on remote control so we can build a 

library of our fun,"  Susan asked.



"No, not at all," I answered as I parked the car at our hotel.



When we arrived at the room, I went straight for the television.  I 

caught the last minutes of the game as Susan took another shower.   

After the game, I ordered dinner from room service.



"Sue, I ordered dinner for us,"  I called to my wife.  "It'll be here in 

about a half hour."



"Good, I'm starving,"  She answered.



As Susan and I dressed for the evening, we continued our discussion 

about the way things have changed.  It was apparent that my wife had 

discovered herself last night.  She said she was a slut.  A slut.  



"Susan, what did you mean when you said you were a slut?"  I 

inquired.



"I meant that I want to fuck whomever I choose whenever I choose to 

do so,"  Susan said assertively. "I am a slut.  Don't worry, Mark, it 

doesn't mean I'm going to fuck everything that moves and it doesn't 

mean that I'm going to act trashy.  It just means that when I want sex, 

I'm going to get sex."



"One man's trash is another man's prize."  I said.



"What do you mean by that?"  Susan asked.



"Some people won't understand the things were going to be doing.   

That's all,"  I answered.



"I know.  I guess those people just don't get enough pussy!"  Susan 

said laughing.



Dinner arrived right on time.  Susan's eyes lit up when she saw the 

room service waiter.   He was a black man, about 6' 2".  He was built 

like a basketball player.  Susan made a point to tip the waiter 

generously as she signed the check. 



"On the prowl, already?"  I smiled.



"As of last night, Mark, I'm always on the prowl,"  she winked.



It was true.  The change was complete.  She carried herself with 

confidence, strength, and beauty.  If there ever was a woman who 

could get what she wanted, it was Susan.   As we ate our dinner, I 

marveled at this new woman sitting across the table from me.



Right at six o'clock, there was a knock on the door.  Susan went to the 

door and let Kristy in.  The women hugged and Susan announced, 

"You're coming home with us, Kristy!"



"Oh my God!  That's great!"  Kristy happily exclaimed as ran to me 

and hugged me.  "Thank you, Mark.  You won't be sorry!"



"I'm sure I won't be sorry, Kristy!"  I said as we hugged.



"It'll be about a month before I can come up.  I have to clear up some 

loose ends here, first, then I'll be with you,"  Kristy said explaining her 

situation.  "We've got to get going.  I can't be late.  Sometimes the 

managers at these clubs can be real jerks."



That night, we bounced from club to club with Kristy as she worked.  

Susan looked at her with awe at each stop.  The power she had over 

the men in the audience was very attractive to Susan.  Several times 

during the night, she went with Kristy to the dressing room to talk 

with the other dancers.  After one trip back with Kristy, Susan 

returned to the table excited, "Mark, I'm going to try dancing 

Thursday night.  There's a club nearby that has amateur night every 

Thursday and I figured I'd give it a go.  What do you think?"



"That's okay with me.  Where's the club?"  I asked.



Susan explained that the club was a "juice bar" across the river in 

Portsmouth.  Susan said that all the dancers she'd talked to in the 

various dressing rooms said Susan should give it a try--there was a five 

hundred dollar prize for the dancer the crowd liked best.  At this bar, 

the only article of clothing Susan had to keep on was a g-string.  I had 

visions of the bachelor party flash through my head but rationalized 

that it would be illegal for anything other than dancing to happen.  



We continued hopping from club to club until around two in the 

morning.  I was getting pretty tired--I still hadn't completely recovered 

from the night before--and suggested to the women we head back to 

the hotel.  They were tired, too.  Kristy dropped us at the door and we 

headed up to the room.   I wasn't in the room for ten minutes before I 

went to bed.  Susan came to bed and turned out the light.  About 

twenty minutes after the light went out, there was a soft knock on the 

door.  I didn't get up, but Susan, figuring I was asleep, slipped out of 

bed to see who was at the door.  Susan opened the door and I heard her 

whisper, "My husband is asleep, we have to be quiet."  



The person at the door was the room service waiter who had delivered 

our meal.  "Am I too late or am I too early?"  Whispered the waiter.



"As far as I'm concerned, you're right on time,"  Susan whispered as 

she took the waiter by his hand and led the waiter into our room.  She 

directed the man to sit in the chair at the other side of the room. "You 

know what they say about men with large hands?"



Susan was certainly going after what she wanted.  She said she was 

going after black men and she started this night.  She let her robe fall 

open exposing her naked body to the man sitting on the chair.  She 

spread the man's legs with her hands and unzipped the mans fly.  She 

undid the mans belt and pulled his pants down to his ankles.  The man 

slipped his under pants off.   Susan bent forward and kissed the man 

hard on his mouth.   She let one hand stray to the mans crotch and 

began to knead his balls in her hand.  "Nice set of balls you have there, 

stud,"  She whispered.



The mans hands felt my wife's breasts and explored the rest of her 

body as they resumed their kiss.  After a few minutes of kissing and 

fondling, Susan got on her knees and took the man's dick in her hands.  

She stroked it a few times then put the still hardening cock into her 

mouth.  She sucked his cock as quietly as she could but when the man 

softly moaned she put her finger over the mans lips.   Susan was now 

sucking his cock very hard and man quickly came into her mouth.  

Susan looked around the room and swallowed the load.  "You have to 

leave, now.  It's too dangerous.  My husband might wake up,"  Susan 

said to the shocked man.  



Susan helped the man with his clothes and kissed him on the cheek as 

he left.   Susan locked the door and returned to bed.  "Why didn't you 

fuck him?"  I asked.



"I thought you were asleep,"  Susan said.  



"I new something was up when you took extra long to sign the check, 

but I didn't think you'd bring the waiter here tonight,"  I explained. 

"You still haven't answered my question."



"You're a voyeur,"  Susan smiled. "I didn't fuck him because his cock 

was too small.  Remember, I want only large black dicks."  



"Poor guy," I said.  "He just missed the fucking of his life."



"Yeah but he got good head," Susan said laughing. "And I missed a 

huge cock."



"All right, all right."  I said, "Let's go to sleep!"



"Fine,"  Susan said as she laughed.  



"Aren't you going to brush your teeth?" I asked with a laugh. 

"Cockbreath is horrible in the morning."



"Very funny,"  Susan said as she got up to brush her teeth.  



I was so tired that I was asleep before Susan came back to bed.





I awoke to find Susan putting the finishing touches on her makeup for 

the day.  "Good morning," I said.



"Morning hell, it's two in the afternoon,"  Susan answered as she put 

mascara on her eye lashes. "I'm getting ready to go the lingerie party, 

hon.   Kristy will be here in a few minutes."



"Okay," I yawned as I tried to regain consciousness.  I noticed Susan 

was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a black sleeveless turtleneck that 

bared her midriff.  "Nice outfit."



"Kristy said to look hot but not too hot,"  Susan said, turning to face 

me.  "What do you think?"



"You always look hot, no matter how you try to tone it down,"  I said 

as I sat up in bed.  "I like your hair that way."



Susan had pulled up her hair, piling it on top of her head into a loose 

bun.  There were wisps of hair on her neck and in front of her ears.   

Her bangs framed her eyes.   "I like it, too.  I think I'm going to keep 

my hair permed,"  her eyes checking me out, "You look good, too."   



Susan heard a knock at the door.  It was Kristy.  "Are you ready?"  

Kristy asked.  "Sorry, Mark, but I'm running a bit late.  We've got to 

hurry."



Susan slid on a pair black high-heeled pumps, threw me a kiss then 

was out the door with Kristy.  "Boy, that was fast,"  I thought out loud.



For the rest of the afternoon, I just ate and watched TV and thought. I 

wondered what was going on at the lingerie party, but I figured I'd see 

it soon enough.   The week, up to this point, was nothing but sex.  

Everything revolved around sex.  My mind went back to my thoughts 

about being a sex addict.  I felt great, though so I didn't worry about it.  

I thought about last night when my wife had a strange man come up to 

our room and gave that man a blowjob.  It was strange. As I watched 

her, I didn't get turned on at all.  Was this becoming commonplace?  I 

hoped not because I wasn't about to become so jaded that it took 

completely insane things to turn me on.  I concluded I was tired.   I 

guess my wife and I were now "swingers".  I hated that word.  It 

doesn't sound right to describe two people who love each other but 

have sex with other people a term that denoted swinging from rope in 

a jungle.  So much had changed since we arrived at the beach.



I got into a movie on TV and just vegged out.  



At around six, in walked Susan.   She looked just as she did when she 

left, but smelled of fresh perfume.  "How was the party?"  I asked with 

a smile.



"Nasty, very, very nasty,"  Susan smirked as she pulled two tapes from 

her purse and handed them to me.  "I am a bad influence on Kristy but 

she loves it."



Susan bent over and kissed me hard.   "You taste good,"  I commented 

as she started to undress.  



"Watch the tapes.  You'll see.  I'm going to take a shower.   Can you 

order dinner?"  she asked.



"Sure,"  I picked up the phone and ordered a meal.



As Susan was showering, I got the video camera out of the purse and 

connected it to the TV.  I had forgotten to call the front desk, again.  

The phone never rang, though.  I guess the people at the front desk 

remembered the other night.   I rewound the tapes and played the first 

one.  



The camera panned the room.  It was a nice room.  The nine women 

attending the party were generally pretty good looking except one who 

was overweight, she was the hostess.  The women introduced 

themselves to each other.  Just the usual, I assumed.   The hostess led 

her guests back to a bedroom.  She told them they'd play games in the 

living room for about ten minutes then the lingerie show would start.   

Susan and Kristy were joined by another model for the party.  Her 

name was Debbie.   Debbie was a tall redhead who was average 

looking but had a great ass and boobs that were straining against her 

vest.  Debbie as I found out later, was a dancer, too.  Kristy and she 

had done dozens of lingerie parties in the past.    Susan placed the 

purse containing the camera on a table aiming it so it covered most of 

the room.   Kristy and Debbie each opened their bags and set out 

lingerie in piles on the bed.   They stacked panties and tops and bras in 

three neat piles.  Nightgowns and robes went into two more neat piles.   



The women stripped and began to put on their first round of costumes.   

Susan could not take her eyes off  Debbie's tits.   Debbie clearly had a 

boob job as her tits stuck straight out and jiggled in an odd manner as 

she moved.   Still, Susan's eyes were hard pressed to look away.  Soon 

the hostess came to the bedroom to start the modeling.   Kristy went 

first.  She was gone for about a minute then returned and quickly 

began changing into a new outfit.   Debbie went next.  Susan asked 

Kristy was she could do with the camera.  Kristy said to be sneaky and 

just leave it in the other room.   Debbie came back and out went Susan.  



The camera was moving very quickly as Susan modeled the lingerie 

for the women.  Susan managed to place the purse in the position 

where it caught both the entrance to the room and all the women.  

Susan left the room to change into her next costume.   



The women started out by modeling pretty, traditional nightgowns, but 

slowly the show turned to more sexy night wear.  As the garments 

grew more sexy, so did the purchasing.   Prior to the show starting, the 

hostess had handed out order forms for each of the women attending.  

As some items arrived, they would jot down their orders almost 

simultaneously.  One woman would fix her gaze on each woman as 

they modeled and would follow that woman until she was no longer in 

sight before she turned her attention to the order form.  



The hostess announced that the models were going to start showing 

some very sexy night wear and that some nudity might be involved.  

She invited anyone who wanted to leave to do so now.  Nobody left. 



Kristy was the first woman out in the explicit clothing. She wore a 

black see-through nightgown covered by a sheer robe.  Under the 

nightgown was a matching g-string.  She moved slowly and 

seductively through the room.   The room was dead silent as she 

turned to leave.   Susan came out next.  One woman gasped audibly as 

Susan entered the room.  She had let her hair down and fluffed it so it 

framed her face beautifully.  Susan wore a red corset that barely 

concealed her breasts.  The corset held up red lace stockings.  She 

wore a matching g-string.  Susan strutted through the room, then 

turned to leave.  No eyes left her as she shook her ass out of the room.  

The women in the room looked at each other as if they couldn't believe 

what they had seen then shook their heads and ordered.   Debbie was 

next out.  Debbie wore a flowing teal robe opened in the front that 

allowed those in attendance to see the teal laced garter and teal laced 

panties she modeled.  Debbie wore no top but the robe concealed her 

nipples from view.  Some women were crossing then uncrossing their 

legs as Debbie left the room.  One woman looked a little flushed.  



Kristy came out next dressed in a black bra, black g-string, black 

garter, and black seamed stockings.    No eyes left her as she spun 

around the room. Immediately after she left the room, Susan returned.   

Susan again was clad in red--garter, stockings, and panties only.  

Topless, she paraded around the room then stunned everyone by 

placing one leg on the coffee table.  She revealed to all that she was 

wearing crotchless panties.   One woman was visibly shaken by the 

display before them and sat back on the couch.  She bit her lower lip 

and slowly rose as Susan turned to leave.   Debbie was out next 

wearing nothing but a white leather garter holding up white lace 

stockings.   The women in the room were dazed, but still ordering.  



The hostess got up now and told the women that the models were 

going to bring out some sex toys.   Each of the three women--still 

wearing the outfit they last modeled but also wearing a sheer robe-- 

brought out an assortment of dildo's in a variety of sizes, styles and 

colors.  Included in the display were lotions, and vibrators.  They 

arranged the toys and accessories on the coffee table before the 

women.   Susan excused herself, grabbed her purse and went back to 

the bedroom.  "Watch what I'm going to do, now,"  She said as she 

stopped the camera and changed the tape.



Just then, dinner arrived.  I let the waiter in (a different waiter from 

last night) and signed the check.   Not wanting to miss a beat of the 

action that happen hours earlier, I inserted the second tape and pressed 

play.  I tried to eat but couldn't.  I remembered what Susan said 

earlier.  



Susan returned the purse to its original position and rejoined the 

women.  The customers at the party were giggling as they played with 

the various toys.  Kristy, Susan, and Debbie sat on the other side of the 

couch and watched the women play.  Susan whispered something to 

Kristy.  Kristy looked at Susan and smiled.  Susan reached to the table 

and picked up a huge cock-like vibrating dildo from the table and 

announced, "Hey girls!  Wouldn't you all like a cock this big?"



The girls didn't know what to say.  Susan then sat on a chair, leaned 

back, and started licking the dildo as if it were a real cock.   Several 

women gasped at the brazen display unfolding before them but they 

stared at my wife as she removed the dildo from her lips, spread her 

legs wide open and slid the rubber dick along the lips of her bare 

pussy.  "Do you girls want me to demonstrate the proper use of this 

instrument?", she asked with wink?



Each woman, including the hostess, nodded their approval.  "I will 

need an assistant.  Debbie, how about you?" Susan's eyes, now on fire, 

stared seductively at the redhead.  



Susan rose to her feet and moved toward Debbie.  As she moved, she 

licked and sucked on the head of the dildo.  "Don't worry, Debbie, 

everything will be all right," Kristy assured.  



Susan knelt on the floor in front of Debbie, whispered something, then 

Debbie slowly parted her legs.   Susan bent forward and moved the 

dildo between Debbie's breasts.   Kristy reached over and pressed 

Debbie's breasts together as Susan slid the dildo back and forth in the 

tunnel created by the twin globes.  "Does your husband ever do this to 

you with his cock?" Susan turned to the crowd.   "If not, this is the 

perfect device for your needs."  



All the women at the party were now visibly excited.   Each was sitting 

on the edge of their seats straining to get a clear view of my wife 

sliding a dildo between Debbie's breast.   Susan then bent forward and 

kissed each of Debbie's nipples.  "Continue this demonstration, 

Kristy," Susan said as she turned away from the redhead's now erect 

nipples.  



Susan found a strap-on dildo on the table, held it up and asked the 

women if they wanted to see it demonstrated as well.  The woman who 

had been ordering only after there was nothing more to see nodded 

enthusiastically, "Yes!"



"First, you must firmly attach the cock to your body,"  Susan 

explained. "I see this model has an appendage coming from the rear of 

the cock.  It goes into your vagina."



Susan looked a little weak legged as she tightened the straps that 

pulled the small appendage into her pussy.  "Now that I've got it on, 

what do I with it?"  Susan asked playfully as she stroked the rubber 

cock protruding from her pussy.  "I need a volunteer from the 

audience, please."  



She didn't have to ask twice.  The woman who invited her to 

demonstrate the dildo fell to her knees in front of Susan and began to 

suck on the end of the fake penis.   A woman on the couch was 

reaching between her legs and rubbing herself.  Debbie was now 

sucking on the huge dildo as Kristy slid it in and out of her mouth.   



"You look like you've done this before," Susan said to the woman 

sucking on the dildo.  "You can also use this dildo on your husbands.  

I fucked my husband with a dildo very much like this one yesterday."



"As he was fucking me,"  Kristy added.  Kristy bent down and kissed 

Debbie on the lips.  Debbie moaned as Kristy inserted the huge dildo 

into her pussy.  "You can do this by yourself, but I've found it's always 

more fun with company!"



The woman sucking on the dildo my wife was wearing started rubbing 

her own pussy through her shorts.  On the couch, two of the women 

were unconsciously rubbing their own breasts as they intensely 

watched the demonstration.  "Of course, if you are so inclined, you can 

also fuck your best friend with this cock,"  Susan said.  "Who would 

like to see?"



The woman sucking on the dildo needed no encouragement.  She 

stood.  As she stood she removed her panties and shorts with a tug, 

letting them fall to the floor.  She looked Susan right in the eye and 

kissed her deeply.  The woman kissing Susan was taller than Susan 

and a little heavier.  She had short, dark hair, and had a tattoo on her 

ass.   Susan led the woman to the chair where all this started, bent her 

over, and inserted the dildo into her new friend's pussy.  She began 

fucking the woman enthusiastically.  



One of the women on the couch had grabbed another woman's hand 

and rubbed the hand up and down her crotch.  Two women were 

kissing each other as their hands explored their bodies.   Another 

woman had approached Kristy and was kissing her ass.  As this went 

on, the hostess calmly watched.  I suppose she had seen these things 

before.   In no time at all, all eight customers were engaged in some 

kind of lesbian activity.   



The woman Susan was fucking came with a shuddering orgasm.  As 

the women unplugged, Susan gave her a kiss.   The woman asked if 

she could have the dildo Susan was wearing.  Susan helped her strap it 

on.  After she put on the dildo, the woman knelt behind the woman 

kissing Kristy's ass and fucked her.   Susan moved to Debbie and 

started sucking her tits.   Susan seemed fascinated by Debbie's breasts.  

As the tape ended, she was still sucking on her tits.



"Ran out of tape, I see,"  I called to Susan in the bathroom. 



"Yeah, you need to buy some more tonight while Kristy and I are out,"  

Susan answered as she came out of the bathroom.  



"So, it looks like you had fun," I said as I looked at my wife as she 

towel dried her hair.  



"Yes, it was quite a party.  I think I ate about six pussies and got 

fucked by two women,"  Susan said as she sat down across the room 

service table from me. "Debbie had a boob job.  A bad boob job, but 

her nipples tasted great.  I also found out that Kristy had a boob job."  



"Kristy has fake tits?" I asked.



"No, not fake tits.  She has a really good boob job.  I mean, no matter 

how close you look you can't tell.  They feel completely normal, too."  

Susan explained as she lifted her own boobs.  "Debbie's tits were rock 

hard. Bad boob job."  



"Don't tell me you want a boob job now, too,"  I asked as I took a bite 

of my meal.



"Well, ever since I found out Kristy had one and I couldn't tell, I asked 

for the name of her doctor,"  Susan said as she, too, ate.  "How would 

like me with bigger tits?"



"I like your tits just the way they are and I can see no reason for you to 

change that.  But if you really want a boob job, there's no real way I 

can stop you."  I said.  "I'll just have to see how they come out if you 

decide to get them done."



"Kristy had hers done last year.  They're saline implants,"  my wife 

answered as her hand strayed to her right tit. "I'll have to see.  I just 

can't wait to get that big cock into me, tonight."



"Yeah, I figured," as I ate I remembered the scene from the other 

night.  "When do you two leave?"



"Around nine-thirty,"  Susan answered and added, "I'm going to 

pickup Kristy at her condo. What are you going to while you wait for 

us?"



"I figured I'd go bar hopping." I answered as I finished eating.



After Susan finished eating, she took a nap.  I joined her.



I woke up at seven-thirty and let Susan sleep until eight.  "Thanks for 

letting me sleep.  I really needed it," Susan yawned.   "I'm going to 

start getting dressed in a little while."



"Are you nervous at all about tonight?"  I looked at my wife still lying 

down.  



"No, not really.  I've been looking forward to tonight.  Don't be 

surprised if Kristy and I come back with more than just DJ,"  Susan 

began getting out of bed. 



"One isn't enough anymore?"  I asked.



"Maybe not tonight," Susan said.  "I think I'm spoiled."



"No, you're just cock crazy,"  I said as I watched her ass. "Cunt crazy, 

too."



Susan was sorting through the clothes in the closet.   She chose an 

electric blue Lycra minidress.  As Susan prepared for the night ahead, 

I marveled at her beauty.  Susan took her under clothes with her into 

the bathroom.   A few minutes later, she emerged.   "What do you 

think about this outfit?"  Susan asked as she stood proudly before me.  

"This is all I'm wearing under the dress."



Susan was standing, hands on her hips, waiting for my answer.   She 

wore a black garter belt that held up her black seamed stockings.  On 

her feet were electric blue high heeled pumps.  She wore no panties.



"Boy, I wish I could get a picture of you standing like that.  You look 

incredibly hot,"  I answered, my heart pounding.  "Let me get the 

video camera."



After I took some shots of Susan standing before me, I walked over 

and gave her a big kiss then said, "You're amazing.  I hope you have a 

wonderful time tonight."



"I will, Mark.  I will."  replied Susan as she gave me a hug.



Susan then went into the bathroom to finish dressing.  About a half-

hour later, she joined me in the main room.  Susan looked 

unbelievably hot.  The electric blue minidress had one sleeve that 

came to Susan's wrist.  Susan's shoulders were bare.  Her other arm 

was bare except for a gold chain.  She had teased her hair a little so 

she had a "big hair" look.  As before, her curly bangs framed her face.   

She wore bright red lipstick and made her eyes look extra seductive 

with the dark colors she used.   Every night, this woman came up with 

a new look that was hotter than the last.   The minidress barely 

covered her ass.  "You better not do too much bending over," I joked.



"Like this?"  Susan played as she bent over giving me a flash of her 

pussy.  "I'm going to flash some people tonight.  It should be fun.  I 

have to go, now.  Wish me luck."



"With your looks, you were born lucky,"  I said as I kissed Susan good-

bye at the door. "Whoops!  I forgot my coat."  



She went into the closet and got out an electric blue leather jacket.  

"Wow!" was all I could think as she went out the door.

********



Crossings, Chapter Five



I found a store that had blank video tapes down the street from the 

hotel.  I bought two boxes of ten.  I figured we had better be prepared.  

I walked back to the hotel, dropped the tapes off in the room, then 

headed out to some bars.  I started at this little bar that when I was in 

the Navy.  I remembered it had a great raw bar.  I was lucky that the 

place was still open.  In fact, I remembered the bartender--a rather 

craggy guy, but I remembered him to be very friendly--I still owed him 

ten dollars, too!   "Here," I said holding out a one hundred dollar bill 

for the bartender, "I owe you this from a long time ago."  



"Who the hell are you?" The bartender asked me with a puzzled look 

on his lined face.



I told him who I was then the bartender seemed to shrug. 



"Mark?" the bartender paused, "Mark?  Oh yeah, I remember you.  

What's with the hair?"



"I got out of the Nav," I answered as we shook hands.  "I'm here with 

my wife on vacation, I saw this place and remembered I owed you ten 

dollars.  Take this, consider it interest."  



He was still the same guy.   I sat, ate oysters, drank a few beers and 

talked with the bartender.  Time went by quickly.  Soon, it was closing 

time.  I said my good-bye and left him a fifty dollar tip.  I caught a cab 

and headed back to the hotel.  I figured I'd just wait there for the show 

to start.



I didn't know what to expect when I got back to the room, so I entered 

really quietly.  There was no need.  The only thing that was different 

was the bed--it was made, turned down and there were mints on the 

pillows.   I turned on the television and waited.  



I didn't have to wait long.  About twenty minutes after I arrived, in 

came Susan followed by a stunning blonde, DJ, and four other black 

men.   The blonde came up to me and gave me a big kiss.  It was 

Kristy.  She had changed her hair--it was now just like Susan's:  Wild 

and permed.  Susan came up and gave me a huge kiss then stroked my 

cock through my pants, "I hope you're ready.  This is going to be 

wild,"  She whispered into my ear, she smelled of cigarettes and 

liquor--the standard club smells.  



Susan still looked as beautiful as ever.  She had the men sit on the 

couch in the room then introduced them as Everett, Dale, Zeke, and 

John.   She turned and said to the guys, "This is my husband, Mark."



I said hello to each of the men and offered them each a beer from the 

bar in the room.  "What's going on?" Dale asked Zeke.  



Susan said, "I'll tell you what's going on.  We're going to fuck 

ourselves silly tonight.  If anyone want's to leave, leave now because 

I'm hotter than hell.  I thought you all knew that before you came 

here?"



Zeke asked, "But what about your husband?"  



"He's down with this, man," DJ said to Zeke. "He was with the babes 

at my bachelor party two night's ago."  



"My husband is going join in.  He's also going to film what's going 

on,"  Susan winked in my direction.  



"Man, you are one hot, kinky, ho," Everett said looking at my wife.



That was the first time my wife had ever been called a "ho".   She 

smiled at me.   Susan walked over to DJ, grabbed his face in her hands 

and said, "I've been waiting for your cock for too long." 



She then bent over and kissed DJ hard.  The other men stared.  I had 

started the video camera and displayed a box of condoms for the men 

to use on the sex-hungry women.



"Let's get it on," Kristy said as she walked by Susan felt her ass briefly, 

then stood in front of Everett.  "Who's wants me?"



She didn't have to ask twice.  Everett stood and started kissing Kristy 

while his hands lifted her black Lycra minidress over head.  Kristy 

wore no bra or panties just like Susan.  She wore only a black garter 

belt that held up her sheer stockings.  On her feet were red high-heeled 

pumps.  Dale got up, walked around Kristy and started feeling her 

large breasts from behind.  John reached out with his left hand.  He 

slipped a finger into Kristy's pussy. Zeke got up and tried to pull up 

Susan's dress as she was bent over kissing DJ.  "Please, I want to 

concentrate on DJ.  I'll let everyone know when I'm ready for more,"  

she said as she turned and faced Zeke.  She gave Zeke a little peck 

then took DJ by the hand to the bed.



Zeke turned his attentions to Kristy.  Kristy now had eight hands and 

four mouths exploring her body.  She started moaning softly as she 

was caressing two cocks through the slacks of their owners.  Kristy 

broke contact with the four men.  She opened the box containing the 

condoms and told each man to grab one.  "I'll suck you off without 

one, but I won't fuck you without one,"  Kristy said with a wink.  "No 

glove, no love, dudes."



I turned the camera on Susan and DJ.  By now, Susan had DJ naked.  

They locked in a sixty-nine.   Susan still couldn't get much more than 

the head of DJ's cock into her mouth, but that did not seem to matter 

much to her as she had both hands wrapped around the cock and was 

pumping furiously.   When she noticed I was aiming the camera at 

her, she raised her head, looked wickedly into the lens and said, "I 

love to suck black cock."



I continued to tape Susan giving head to her black lover for a few 

moments longer.  Next, I took a few shots of DJ eating my wife's now 

dripping pussy.   It was very quiet in the room except for soft moans 

and slurping sounds.  I turned on the radio and found a nice jazz 

station.  I thought it might add to the video.   



Susan was grinding her pussy into DJ's face really hard and fast, now.  

Her body looked like a sleek cat as perspiration broke out along her 

spine.  DJ was raising his hips to meet each stroke of his cock.  I could 

sense both were nearing orgasm.   Susan momentarily lost contact 

with DJ's cock as she practically flooded DJ's mouth with her juices.  I 

had never seen anything like this before.  Susan's pussy had a clear 

liquid running from it.   She moaned very loudly, continuing to grind 

as DJ hungrily lapped at her juices.   After a few moments, Susan 

removed her cunt from DJ's face then knelt between his legs then 

resumed sucking on his cock.  In what seemed to be seconds, DJ's body 

started to convulse.  I zoomed in on Susan's mouth covering the head 

of the huge penis.  I was hoping to get a close-up shot of sperm 

leaking from her mouth.  Susan had a better idea.  Just as DJ started to 

come, Susan removed her mouth from his cock and let geysers of cum 

bathe her face, neck and chest.  Just as she did the other night, when 

the flow of cum slowed, she massaged his balls with one hand and 

pumped his cock with the other.  When it appeared he was done, she 

stuck a cum soaked finger into DJ's ass and again massaged his 

prostate.  She caught the final shot of sperm with her tongue and 

swallowed it.   Looking right into the camera, Susan looked 

completely beside herself in passion.  She had sperm soaking her face.  

Sperm was in her hair, and all over her neck.   She wasn't done.  She 

still hadn't fucked the huge cock in her hands.   I was getting very 

turned on again and I hoped I would be able to get to Susan soon but I 

wanted to wait until I could fill her ass as she fucked DJ.



Immediately after DJ finished showering my wife with his seed, Susan 

slid a condom over the dick, straddled DJ, and lowered herself until 

the head of the huge organ touched the lips of her pussy.  From 

behind, I had a perfect shot of the head of the cock slowly penetrating 

the shaved lips of Susan's pussy.  Susan was trembling as she pressed 

harder on the cock.  Tonight, however, the cock slipped more easily 

into Susan's cunt.  "I love this,"  Susan moaned as the entire cock was 

swallowed by my wife's stretched pussy.   



Susan began to ride the cock for all it was worth.   She rocked her hips 

back and forth in a steady motion.  DJ's hands reached up to feel her 

breasts.   



Meanwhile on the couch, Kristy was sucking Everett's cock.   I noticed 

that all the men here tonight had very large cocks.  When I got to 

John's cock, I couldn't believe my eyes.   John's cock was a bit larger in 

length and seemed fatter than the cock my wife was currently riding. I 

wondered how my wife had missed it. Kristy had already fucked Zeke 

and Dale who were sitting on the edge of the bed recuperating.  Kristy 

was jerking on Johns cock.  When she noticed I was watching,  she 

stopped sucking Everett for a moment and said, "This is my present to 

Susie.  Don't tell her.  It's a surprise.   I'm just getting him ready."  



I nodded in agreement.   Just as I finished nodding, Susan said, 

"Mark, fuck me in the ass."



"Umm, Susie,"  Kristy called out to my wife as she held John's dick 

out for Susan to gaze upon.



"Damn, Kristy," Susan said as her eyes nearly bugged out of her head.



"It's yours when you want it, Susie,"  Kristy said.  



"Keep it hard for me,"  Susan said as I plunged my sheathed cock into 

her asshole.  



Susan seemed really out of it.  She couldn't take her eyes off Johns 

cock.  My wife was fucking like mad,  now.  She was lusting after the 

cock in Kristy's hands and made no effort to conceal her lust.  It 

appeared that DJ's cock was no longer number one on this night.  She 

had to have Johns.  I came in no time flat, then as I withdrew my cock, 

DJ shot his wad, too.  Susan bent over DJ, kissed him and called to her 

generous friend, "I'm ready, Kristy!"  



"Susie, John told me nobody has ever taken his whole cock.  Isn't that 

right, John?"  Susie asked as she led him over Susan who was now 

sitting on the edge of the bed fingering her clit unconsciously.



"That's right.  Nobody,"  John said as he stroked his enormous cock 

slowly as he walked.



"I have to compare these cocks.  DJ, stand next to John, please,"  

Susan asked, still fingering her clit and biting her lower lip gently.



The two men stood next to each other.  John's cock was easily an inch 

or so larger than DJ's.  Susan wrapped her hands around each cock, 

pulled them to her mouth and licked both of them as I shot the scene 

with the camcorder.  She could not completely wrap her hands around 

either cock as she licked them.  The hand on DJ's penis had about a 

half-inch gap between thumb and forefinger.  The hand holding John's 

cock had a much wider gap--around one inch.   Susan was not  to be 

deterred in her quest, "I'll be you all two hundred dollars that I can get 

the whole cock in my pussy."



"You're on,"  John said. "It'll be the best two hundred dollars I ever 

spent.  But you can't do it. No ho ever took the whole thing.  Get your 

money ready, lady."



The rest in the room, except Kristy, agreed to the bet. 



Susan released both cocks as she reached into the drawer.  She took 

out a tube of lubricant, squeezed some into her hand and rubbed it all 

over and into her searing cunt.  Next, she stretched a condom over 

John's hard cock and applied lubricant directly to the head and shaft.  

She then instructed John to lie down on the bed.  "Here goes,"  Susan 

said full of lust as she straddled the huge cocked black man.  



I had the scene clearly in focus as Kristy deeply kissed Susan as she 

began lowering herself on the penis.   Kristy took the penis in one 

hand and rubbed the head all over Susan's pussy sending waves of 

pleasure through Susan's now shaking body.  Kristy stopped with the 

head of John's cock resting at the entrance to my wife's vagina.  In 

popped the head of the cock as the lubricant appeared to be doing its 

job.   Susan was really shaking, now as she lowered herself on the 

length of the cock.  Susan threw her had back and gritted her teeth as 

she pulled back up.  She got about seven inches of the cock into her on 

the first stroke.  Kristy started fingering Susan's clit and encouraged 

my cock hungry wife, "You can do it, Susie.  Fuck his cock."



On the next down stroke, Susan nearly fainted from the pleasure she 

was receiving from both the cock boring into her hole and the finger 

Kristy was using on her clit.  Still, when she could no longer press 

anymore into her cunt, there were about four more inches of the cock 

exposed.  Susan then started to fuck the cock with short rocking 

motions of her hips.   Susan was gasping as flew from one orgasm to 

the next.  She was covered in sweat as she put her full weight on the 

penis.  Still one inch to go.  She was filled with more cock than she 

had ever had in her life.   She started fucking the black penis very 

hard,  grunting with each stroke.  John was fucking her right back, 

"Damn, you almost got it!"   



Susan continued to fuck the man with all the strength she could 

summon.  After about five minutes of continuous pounding, she 

breathlessly reached her goal, "His balls are touching my ass.  His 

balls are touching my ass.  I've got the whole thing in me.  I've got the 

whole thing in me.  Look.  I've got it in me."  



Everyone in the room was two hundred dollars poorer, but John didn't 

care as this was the first time his cock had be completely swallowed by 

pussy.  Susan fucked John for all she was worth.  As she came again, 

she said, "Kristy, eat me."  



Susan dismounted the cock and told John to fuck her doggie style.  

Kristy slid under Susan and began to lick both John's cock and Susan's 

pussy.  John was able to put every inch of his cock into Susan after a 

few strokes this time. On the in stroke, John buried his cock 

completely into my wife.  On the backstroke, he withdrew his penis 

near completely then plunged it hard into my wife.  Susan dove on 

Kristy's pussy.  This was a first.  Susan was in a sixty-nine with Kristy 

while she was being fucked by a black man with the biggest cock she 

had ever had.  



Kristy was writhing in ecstatic bliss at the tongue lashing she was 

receiving from Susan.  She came time and time again on Susan's 

talented tongue.   The men in the room wanted more.  Susan wanted 

more.  "I want to suck cock," Susan said as she raised her mouth from 

Kristy's shaved pussy lips.   



Kristy continued to eat Susan as Susan sucked Dale who was now 

laying on the bed in front of Susan.   Kristy, had moved her torso from 

under Susan, spread her legs revealing her pussy to whoever got there 

first.  Zeke was the man who plunged his large cock into Kristy's 

blonde cunt.  Kristy, being fucked hard for the fourth time of the night, 

broke off from her muff diving then with her head hanging upside 

down off the side of the bed, took Everett's cock completely into her 

throat.  Everett was fucking the beautiful blonde's face with long slow 

strokes.  That left DJ and I to watch the action as it developed.  "How 

the once mighty have fallen," I remarked to DJ who smiled.  



Dale came quickly thanks to Susan's expert cock sucking and Susan let 

him shoot his load of cum onto her face.   She instructed Dale to use 

his cock to smear the sperm all over her face.  Once done,  Susan 

turned to me and said, "Mark, I need your cock, now... in my asshole."  



I quickly stripped off my warm-up shorts and underpants then laid 

down on the bed.  Susan broke off from John just long enough to put 

lubricant on my cock and lower her ass on its head.  All I could see 

was Susan's back as she plunged her asshole onto my cock.  "Now, 

John, fuck my pussy, hard."  She said as she leaned back on me. 



I could barely move as I felt John's cock begin to penetrate my wife.  

Susan's pussy stretched to accommodate this new coupling. As Susan 

began to push back on the huge cock entering her, some of the cum 

that Dale shot earlier dripped from Susan's hair and fell to my 

shoulder.  Next to us on the bed, Kristy was wet with cum from 

Everett's cock.  With both hands, Kristy massaged the sperm deeply 

into her tanned skin.   Again, the black on blonde contrast was too 

much for me to take.  I filled the condom with my sperm before John 

had filled my wife's vagina with his cock.   I did not go soft.   Soon, 

John's dick was completely in my wife once again and he began to 

vigorously pump his shaft in and out.    Susan was squeezing her 

nipples very hard when DJ, hard again, placed his cock on Susan's 

lips.   Susan licked the cock then asked me to record what she wanted 

to try next.  "Mark, I'm going to try to get DJ into my asshole,"  Susan 

said as I slid out from under her.  "While I'm fucking John."  



Everett was spent from his activity with Kristy.  He joined Dale on the 

couch as the two men dressed then drank their beers.   Kristy asked 

Zeke to fuck her face.  Zeke did as requested.  It was amazing to watch 

Kristy take a cock completely into her throat.  



John withdrew from Susan.   DJ laid on the bed in the spot I had just 

vacated, slid a condom over his penis, then Susan smeared a large 

amount of lubricant on his cock.  Susan positioned herself over DJ's 

huge penis, grabbed it with one hand then placed the head of the cock 

at the opening of her well-fucked asshole.  Susan breathed deeply as 

the head of the cock penetrated her anus.  Surprisingly, she simply sat 

down, and erupted into yet another orgasm as the huge cock filled her 

bowels.  Susan leaned on DJ, just as she leaned on me.  She spread her 

legs wide for the monstrous black cock she needed. 



With the second largest cock Susan had ever fucked buried to the balls 

in her asshole and the largest cock she had ever fucked poised to enter 

her pussy, and cum drying on her face, neck, and in her hair, Susan 

had the look of a true slut.  I now knew what she meant when she said 

she was a slut.   This is what my wife was.  This was her new life.  She 

was a slut and she was proud of it.  I carefully aimed the camcorder.



The head of John's penis entered Susan's cunt with little effort--my 

wife's cunt was completely stretched now.   As he continued to enter 

her, Susan pushed back on the black man's cock.  Susan came again.  

Her eyes were locked closed as the cocks were now buried deep into 

her body.  She reached down and began to flick her finger on her clit.  

With that, she began grinding her hips into the cocks of her lovers.  As 

her pace picked up, she moaned loudly, "Mark, I'm coming, I'm 

coming.  Put your cock into my mouth, please."    



I placed the camera on the table, straddled my cock-filled wife and for 

the second time in three days, made her airtight.   I pumped my cock 

in and out of her hungry mouth while grabbing her curly hair with 

both hands.  I used her mouth like a vagina.  I was not making love.  

For the first time I was fucking her like an animal.  I fucked her mouth 

like a slut loves to be fucked.  I was losing control and rammed my 

cock into her mouth harder than I had ever done.  "Suck my cock, 

slut,"  I heard myself say.  "Suck me, whore.  Suck harder.  Yeah, 

that's right.  You love it."



I pulled my cock out of my wife's mouth and shot sperm all over her 

face and hair.  It was the most sperm I had ever shot.  "Come on my 

face," Susan said glassy-eyed. "Rub your cum all over my face.  I need 

it, Mark.  I need it."



The men in my wife's cunt and asshole almost had simultaneous 

orgasm's.  "Fuck me, hard.  I need it hard," groaned my wife as she 

shared her final orgasm of the night with two cocks in her and my 

cock resting on her chin.  



Kristy was licking Zeke's cum from her fingers as she lovingly kissed 

Susan.  "Wow.  We did it again, Susie."



"I know," Susan said as rubbed my cum from her eyes.



John withdrew his now spent cock from my wife's pussy.  Oddly, her 

pussy made a popping sound as the head of the shrinking cock exited.   

Susan then rose from the bed and DJ's cock slipped from her asshole.  

The two women steadied each other as they walked arm in arm to the 

bathroom.  I stopped the camcorder then said, "Looks we all lost a 

bet."  I pulled out my two-hundred dollars and placed it in one of the 

envelopes that hotels provide.   



As the men dressed, each of them paid their bet.  "Man, your wife is 

unreal,"  John said.  "I'd pay to fuck her anytime."  



"Yeah, she's something else," I laughed.  "It'll cost you more than two 

hundred, next time."



Susan and Kristy came out of the bathroom.  They kissed our guest's 

goodnight.



 **********



Crossings, Chapter Six 



"That was incredible, Susan," I said as I hugged my still naked wife. "I 

got the most erotic shots I've ever seen."  



"I loved the way you talked to me when you fucked my face," Susan 

said.  "It made me feel that you understood exactly who I am."



"Funny you should mention that," I laughed loudly.  "I'd been thinking 

about your saying you were a slut and I tried to figure out what you 

meant.  When I looked at the sperm drying on your face and hair, I 

knew exactly that the person I was seeing was the real, liberated you."  



"You're right, Mark,"  Susan answered.  "I'm a slut and I love it."



"I'm a slut, now, too guys,"  Kristy said thoughtfully.  "Four days ago, 

I would have never done the things I have done with you two.  I feel 

like a new woman.  I want so desperately for our relationship to never 

end.  I love both of you."



"I love you, too, Kristy," I said before I kissed her.  "Now, why don't 

you two slut's count what you made tonight?"  



"What we made?" Susan asked?  "Did you charge those poor guys?"  



"No, you made a bet, remember?"  I answered with a smile.



"You didn't take their money did you?"  Kristy asked me as she looked 

at Susan.



"I sure did take their money.  By my count you each made six-hundred 

dollars."  I said as I handed the envelope to Susan.



"God, Mark, you did take their money,"  Susan said in mock horror.  

"Do you know what that makes us?"  



"We're prostitutes, Susie.  I knew it,"  Kristy answered.



"No, you're winners.  You took John's cock all the way and everyone, 

including me, bet you couldn't, Sue,"  I turned the tables on them.  

"You're not prostitutes, yet."



"What do you mean, 'yet,' Mark," my now wide-eyed wife asked 

sincerely.



"Well, John said he'd pay to fuck you again and I said it would cost 

him a lot more than two hundred dollars, next time."  I said as I turned 

to go to the bathroom.



"How much do you think we're worth, Mark?" Kristy asked playfully.  

"I mean... hypothetically speaking."  



"Hypothetically speaking?"  Susan interrupted.  "I want to know for 

real."



"I would say around four or five hundred an hour for one of you.  For 

the whole night, I'd say about three thousand apiece," I answered dead 

pan.



"What are you two talking about?" Kristy asked with grin.



"Wanna be a high class hooker, Kristy?"  Susan grinned as she asked 

her lesbian lover the question.



"Sure.  Yeah, right."  Kristy answered.



"I'm just kidding, Kristy,"  Susan said as she hugged her female lover.  

"It might be fun to try as a fantasy sometime, though.  Time to take a 

shower.  Are you coming, Mark?"



"Right behind you!"  I answered.



As we showered, Kristy and Susan made their plans for tomorrow.  

Kristy suggested that Susan go with her to a tanning salon to get a tan.  

After the tanning salon, they'd go shopping for a costume Susan could 

wear in the dance contest.  As the women talked, I examined Kristy's 

breasts very closely.  I was looking for the tiniest indication that she 

had breast augmentation surgery.  I could find none.   Kristy noticed 

that I was staring at her tits then asked me what I was looking at.  I 

explained why I was looking so closely at her breasts and she said to 

compare the feel of them to Susan's.  I had to admit that while Kristy's 

breasts felt a little firmer, that there was nothing to indicate she had 

surgery.   "Susan, if you want to get your breasts enlarged, as long as 

you use the same doctor Kristy used, I see no reason not to,"  I had 

relented my original position with visions of cocks sliding between 

new, larger breasts.



Susan turned and kissed me saying that she did want to get surgery 

that would make her breasts about the same size as Kristy's.  Kristy 

agreed to call her doctor when we got up to make an appointment for 

my wife.  "Susie, you'll love your new breasts. Before I got mine done, 

my nipples were not very sensitive, now all I have to do is rub them 

lightly and I'm on fire,"  Kristy explained. "That's exactly the opposite 

of what is supposed to happen.  Besides, Mark will love them, too. I 

can see him sliding his cock between them, right now."  



"Mmm, sounds like fun," Susan added as we stepped from the shower.  



Fifteen minutes later, we were asleep.  



Susan and I awoke to the sound of Kristy making an appointment for 

Susan so she could be evaluated for breast enlargement surgery.  Susan 

reached around Kristy from behind and cupped both her breasts 

playfully.  "C'mon Susie, we've got to hurry, your appointment is in an 

hour."  Kristy said excitedly.



"Boy, that was quick.  Do you two mind if I sleep in?"  I asked.



I guess they didn't mind because I awoke at three in the afternoon to 

an empty room.  There was a note on the TV that said my wife would 

be back at around five.   The note said that Kristy would be working 

this afternoon and early evening and would join us at the club in 

Portsmouth later in the evening.  Since it was so late in the afternoon, 

I decided to just go out for a run--I hadn't run since we arrived.  

Other things took precedence.  



When I was alone like I found myself this particular afternoon, I found 

myself thinking about the life my wife I shared before we 

experimented with fantasy fulfillment. As I ran, I wondered how we 

ever did without the quantity and quality of sex we were now enjoying.  

That life seemed so boring and predictable.  This life was exciting.  I 

was continually surprised at the boldness of my wife as she, our blonde 

lover, and I moved from one conquest to the next.  It was surprising 

that we had not only found, but actually loved a woman who four days 

ago was a complete stranger.  It seemed that the three of us had known 

each other forever.   To see how the two women were together, it was 

obvious that they were kindred spirits.  To see the three of us together, 

it was clear that the three of us belonged together.   "Two sluts,"  I 

thought out loud.



I stopped at a convenience store on the way back to the hotel and 

bought a Gatorade.   Ever since I played Pop Warner football, I loved 

the taste of the stuff.  Susan couldn't stand the taste, but learned to 

tolerate it over the years.  As I walked back to the hotel, I came up 

with a surprise for Susan.  I decided we would move to the largest 

suite in the hotel for our last three nights.  



I made the arrangements with the front desk and told the clerk I would 

be ready to move in about half an hour.  I returned to our room and 

quickly packed our clothes and other things.  One half-hour later, a 

couple of bell boys arrived to make the move.  Once in the suite, I 

arranged our things in the closet and drawers, then took a shower.  

This was going to be fun.  The bathroom had a large sunken bathtub 

just like we had at home, inside the tub were Jacuzzi jets so I figured 

my wife and Kristy would have a good time.   After I took my shower, 

I grabbed a soda from the bar.  There was a knock on the door.  It was 

the bell captain with fresh flowers and a bottle champagne.  

Immediately my mind flashed to the champagne we never got to drink 

the other night.  I smiled and tipped the bell captain.   Susan arrived 

about twenty minutes later, surprised that I had changed rooms.  I met 

her at the door, swept her off her feet and gave my wife a very 

romantic kiss.  "I hope you like our new quarters, madam," I said in 

my best English accent. 



"Why yes, I love it, kind sir,"  Susan said with a curtsy.  



"Your tan looks great, babe,"  I said as Susan put some bags on the 

sofa.  



"Thanks, honey," Susan said as she lifted her top to reveal no tan 

lines. "I got an all over tan."



I took my wife in my arms and we made love--alone, for the first time 

since we arrived.  



"You know what, Mark,"  Susan said as she looked at me. 



"Hmm?" I responded.



"You still satisfy me best.  I love you more than anything in the 

world,"  Susan said.  "There is a huge difference between fucking and 

making love.  I love you."



"I know.  I love you, too," I said as we kissed.  



"Oh, I didn't tell you.  My surgery is scheduled for Monday at 8 AM.  I 

check into the hospital Sunday night.  The doctor said we'd talk again, 

then."  Susan bubbled out.  "Can you be there, honey?"  



"You know I would love to stay here with you, but I really can't.  I just 

have too much to do at home and at work."  I said as I looked into her 

eyes.



"It's okay. I'll be in hospital Sunday and Monday night.  Kristy said 

she'd take care of me if you couldn't stay,"  Susan added.  



I gave Susan a sly smile.  "Not that way, Mark.  After Saturday night, 

I can't have sex for about three weeks.  The doctor said I would be in a 

lot of pain for about a week after the operation.  Then my boobs would 

be bruised and tender for about a week or two afterward.  He also said 

the pain could last up to two months, but personally, never had a 

patient have pain longer than a month."



"What on earth will you do with yourself?"  I jokingly asked my wife 

as she looked at herself in the mirror.



"I'll manage just fine, thank you,"  Susan said with a smile.  "I'll catch 

a plane and be back the next Monday.  Does that sound okay with 

you?"  



"Sure,"  I said.  "I think I'll start work on the party room while you're 

gone."



"Friday night, Kristy has another bachelor party to work,"  Susan said 

with a huge smile.  "She wants us to come.  Do you want to come."



"Sure, I wouldn't miss it for the world."  I said with a smile as I 

walked to the phone to order dinner.  



After dinner, Susan showed me the costume she had picked out for the 

night.  Susan chose a white leather pair of hotpants with suspenders 

that she would wear over a white leather studded bra.  She would also 

wear a pair of white knee-high, high heeled boots over a pair of white 

sheer hose.  Her g-string was studded white leather.  It was incredibly 

small. Susan was pretty worn out from all the activity during the week 

so she took a nap for about an hour and a half.  After she woke up, she 

showered and had me trim and shave her pubic area.   She had an 

orgasm as I rubbed lotion on the just-shaved area.  She was ready to 

go.



We arrived at the club at around 9 PM.  Susan entered the contest, 

then was led to the dressing room.  I learned there were twenty-five 

contestants for the evening.   At ten PM, the contest started.  Each 

woman was introduced to an audience comprised mostly of sailors.  

When Susan was introduced, she used the name "Lace".   She was 

radiant as she walked out dressed in a T-shirt the bar provided.  She 

cut the T-shirt so that it barely covered her breasts. She wore a pair of 

yellow shorts.  She had parted her hair on one side in a style that 

reminded me of Nicole Kidman.   After all the ladies were introduced, 

the fun started.  The first part of the contest was a wet T-shirt contest.  

Each lady was squirted with a huge squirt gun filled with ice-cold 

water until their T-shirts clung to their body.  Some women were 

squeamish and pulled their T-shirts from their bodies.  Some brazenly 

flaunted their breasts for the crowd.  Susan paraded around the stage 

to the applause of the crowd.   Her nipples were rock hard and her tit's 

were quite visible through the soaked fabric.   As she turned to go back 

stage, she lifter her top for the crowd.  The place went nuts.   Every 

woman after Susan flashed their tits to the crowd.  The loudest 

applause came when a bleached blonde grabbed the squirt gun and 

soaked her shorts.  The crowd could see the outline of her ass and a 

dark patch of pubic hair between her legs.  Up to this point, her and 

Susan were the crowd favorites.



Kristy joined me at my stage side table.  We kissed as she sat down.  

"How's she doing?"  Kristy asked.



"Pretty good.  She's in great form.   She flashed her tits to the crowd," 

I answered.  "A bleached blonde came along and soaked her shorts so 

that nothing was left to the imagination.  She and Susan appear to be 

the crowd favorites."



"The blonde sounds like a professional dancer,"  Kristy said as she 

ordered a soda.



"I thought this was for amateur's only?" I asked with a concerned look.



"It is--but I've seen contests where dancers enter on their off days.  

Then there are some women who go from contest to contest, though 

just for the money.  They're the pro's and you can spot them a mile 

away.  I told Susie to be on the lookout for them.  They don't care what 

they do to get the crowd on their side--within the rules, usually,"  

Kristy explained.  "Did Susie show you her costume?" 



"Yeah,"  I answered.  "It looks pretty hot."



Kristy and I talked for about the plans for next week.  I learned that 

her boyfriend was due back from his cruise Tuesday.  Kristy said she 

was going to break up with him.   I wondered why.  



"I've got what I want with both of you.  He would never understand 

what You, Susie and I have,"  Kristy said sadly.



"Don't be so sad, then, honey," I said as I lifted her chin with my hand.  



"I'm not sad. It's just that I'm going to hurt his feelings and I don't like 

doing that to anyone," Kristy said.   



"I'm happy you're that way.  It shows you have deep feelings for other 

people,"  I kissed her cheek.  "I don't like hard-hearted people."



"I just wish everyone was as nice as you and Susie,"  she said as she 

smiled.  "If you don't mind, I'm going check on Susie and give her 

some last-minute tips."



I nodded as I took a sip of beer.  



Kristy came back to the table about five minutes later.  "They're 

getting ready to go, Mark. Susie looks like she could melt steel.  I got 

turned on just looking at her," Kristy took a sip of her soda then 

squeezed my knee under the table.  "They're going by who they think 

was the most popular.  It's a ploy to keep people here--running the 

favorites last.  Susie goes next to last.  The blonde you told me about 

goes last."



"I guess they're stacking the deck against Susan," I said.



"No, they usually do it this way,"  Kristy said as the lights dimmed and 

the first contestant hit the stage.  



At first everyone was pretty excited with the show going on before 

them.  After about ten or twelve contestants, the crowd was pretty 

calm.  Most of the contestant's wore their bikini's then simply removed 

their tops and danced very self-consciously.  Some were really trying 

hard to impress the crowd but simply didn't have it.  Other's had talent 

and weren't afraid to strut their stuff.  After a few more contestants, it 

was Susan's turn.  "Watch this.  I told Susie to grab the attention of the 

crowd right at the start,"  Kristy said as she held on to my arm.



Van Halen's, "Romeo Delight" blasted over the sound system in the 

club as Susan was introduced.  She waited a second then came 

shooting out from behind the curtain, jumped and caught the pole in 

the center of the stage.   She spun around the pole three times, arched 

her back then catlike on her hands and knee's crawled out on to the 

catwalk.   As she crawled, she shook her head violently to the music as 

it blared in the club.  Hair was flying everywhere as she slow rose to 

her feet, turned her back to the crowd and bent over at the waist.  The 

high heeled boots really accentuated her perfect ass.  She had grabbed 

the attention of the audience.  I caught my first good look at Susan.  

She wore her hair exactly as the night before.  It was fairly big, but 

loose enough to flow and bounce as she danced.  Her makeup was 

perfect, her eyes looked like they were on fire.   Her lips were pouty.  

She was beautiful.   She danced wonderfully to the music, even 

performing a split on the stage.  She shook her beautiful ass to the 

crowd in a very erotic, yet tasteful manner.  The next song was "In the 

Still of the Night" by White Snake.  



Susan was seductively leaning on the pole in the center of the stage.  

As the singer started screaming the lyrics, Susan slowly stoked the 

pole as if it were a cock.  She spread her legs and ground herself 

against the pole.  As the song exploded, Susan ripped the bra from her 

breast leaving only the suspenders of the hotpants covering her 

nipples.  The crowd exploded.  Men placed dollar bills around the 

perimeter of the stage and yelled, "Take it off, baby!"  



Susan was clearly the front-runner, now. She had the crowd eating 

from her hands.  As the song slowed, Susan slowly spun on the pole, 

then laid on the floor and pulled her legs over her head.  She slowly 

spread her legs as she lowered them to the floor.  She spun around, 

faced the crowd, licked her lips, shook her hair, stood and as the song 

erupted once more, she ripped the hotpants from her body.  Susan was 

now down to her g-string and she was in her element.  She moved 

around stage like a pro.   She picked up her tips and lined her g-string 

with the bills.   As the song came to an end, she leaned over in front of 

me and bounced her breasts on my head.  She was incredible and I 

applauded harder than I had ever applauded in my life.  I was so proud 

of her.  Kristy was whistling and urging the crowd on.    As Susan left 

the stage she turned and playfully tweaked her nipples.  



The blonde was up next.  She wore a blue miniskirt, white tank top, 

and wore white high heeled shoes.  Her music was very intense as was 

the music Susan played.  She made much the same moves as my wife, 

but it was clear Susan was the better dancer of the two.  The blonde 

rubbed her breasts through her top at every opportunity and it got the 

crowd into a fever pitch.   Before the first song ended, she stepped out 

of her miniskirt revealing a very skimpy black g-string.  She had a 

beautiful ass, I must admit. She ground the pole in the center of the 

stage between her ass cheeks.   Kristy mentioned the blonde knew 

every trick.  



When the second song started, the blonde got on her knees, spread her 

legs, then tore off her tank top.  "Bad boob job,"  Kristy commented.



The blonde spent the rest of the song pinching her nipples and picking 

up her tips with her tits.  It was an uninspiring performance.  

"Gimmicks.  Nothing but gimmicks,"  Kristy said with scorn.  



As the blonde left the stage to loud applause, she lifted her breasts and 

licked each nipple.



"Susie has this won," Kristy said as she kissed me on the cheek.  



The voting was not final, however as Kristy explained.  Soon the 

dancers were called out on stage.  As their names were announced, a 

digital applause meter would tell who won.  About five minutes later, 

MC introduced the dancer's one by one.  Some dancers came out 

wearing their strip costumes, but some came out in different costumes 

designed to influence the crowd.  When Susan was introduced, the 

place erupted into loud applause.  The blonde dancer was introduced 

and the crowd erupted once more.  The blonde came out dressed in a 

different outfit that was very sexy and she filled it out nicely.  



The MC then went to each contestant and invited the audience to 

applaud loudly for the girl he had stand in front of the line.  The meter 

indicated the audiences approval.  Half way through the line, a 

contestant who was a very talented dancer, shot the meter to a 85--by 

far the highest of the evening so far.  Down the line a bit, another 

contestant got an 86.  The MC came to Susan and as Susan stepped 

forward, the place erupted into loud applause.  The applause for Susan 

shot the meter to 97.   Kristy was beside herself.  I was, too.  Susan 

stepped back then the MC went to the blonde.  As she stepped forward, 

the applause meter shot to 96.  She pushed her breasts together with 

her arms, turned to face the crowd.  When she returned to her position 

in line, she had won.  The meter read 98.  Kristy was very angry, 

"Cheap goddamn tricks. That's all she did.  Susie won this contest but 

the bitch pulled tricks."



Kristy went into the dressing room to console Susan.   In about five 

minutes both of them came out.  Susan was glowing.  "Did you see the 

control I had over the people, Mark?"  Susan gushed. "It was 

fantastic."



"I'm sorry the contest turned out the way it did," I said as Susan and 

Kristy sat down.  "I know you were the best dancer."



"Winning didn't matter to me, Mark,"  she explained. "I just wanted to 

feel the same control I had during the bachelor party.  I got it.  After 

my operation, do you mind if I try to dance at home?"



"What do you mean?"  I asked as I looked at Susan.



"Can Susie audition with me?"  Kristy answered for Susan. "I have to 

get a job when I come to live with both of you and I don't want to teach 

math again.  So Susie and I were talking backstage.  She said..."



"I want to be a part-time dancer,"  Susan answered.  "Only if you 

approve."



"Where would you dance?"  I asked.



"Downtown,  probably,"  Susan answered.



I knew there were several strip clubs downtown but had never been to 

any.  One club advertised on the radio quite often.  "Okay, but what 

about your normal job?"  I asked.



"I'll still do that.  I'll just dance on weekends."  Susan said.



"And do bachelor parties,"  Kristy looked at Susan and winked.



"What about me?"  I asked.



"You'll be our escort to bachelor parties.  Just like on the other night.  

On weekends, you can be our man at the clubs."  Kristy answered. 

"Susie, you'll need to get some photographs taken so people will know 

what you look like.  I'll get my agency to set that up for us."



"Okay," I said as I shook my head.  "What have I created?"



"Two sluts."  Susan said as she and Kristy laughed.  



We left the club and were on our way back to the hotel, "What's this 

about teaching math?  I didn't know you were a teacher."  I asked 

Kristy.



"Yeah, before I started dancing here, I taught math at a middle school 

in Norfolk," Kristy said.  "The kids were really rotten. I made the 

mistake of telling one of the teachers--who I thought was my friend--  

that I stripped my way through Brown University.  Pretty soon I was 

getting snide remarks from everyone.  One of the kids found out, then 

told his parents and I had to quit or else I'd be fired.  Since I wanted 

my employment record clean.  I quit.  I've got an active teaching 

certificate for Rhode Island and Virginia. This all happened two years 

ago.  I've been dancing ever since."  



"Interesting.   You stripped your way through Brown?"  I asked.  



"Sure did.  I got in on a prayer, worked three jobs for the first semester 

and was dead tired.  My grades sucked and I could barely eat,"  Susan 

and I were listening intently. "I knew one of the other girls in my 

economics class was stripping, so I asked her about it.  I went to a club 

with her, auditioned, and the rest is history."



"Brown is in Providence, right?"  I asked.



"Yes, why?"  Kristy asked.



"Did you ever dance at 'The Foxy Lady'?" Something clicked.



"Sure.  That's where I started.  Have you been there?"  Kristy asked.



"Yep.  We have a client just north of Providence.  I used to stay at the 

Marriot when I was on trips."  I said.  "The last time I was there was 

about six years ago."  



"Maybe you saw me dance, then.  I was about two inches shorter.  I 

didn't have a boob job back then.  I used to dance with a girl with big 

tit's."  Susan explained in an animated tone.



I thought back.  It clicked.  I did remember Kristy from back then. 

"Yes, I do remember it.  As I remember, you two were the wildest of 

the group.  You were always grabbing and pinching your partners 

nipples as you danced.  You both put on quite a show--and made a lot 

of money.  I know you got some of my money."



Kristy laughed and laughed, "You do remember!  Wow, what a small 

world!"



"So, Mark..." Susan said in a teasing tone.  "What were you doing at a 

strip bar while you were out of town on business?"  



"I was seducing Kristy!"  I said laughing.  "I admit it.  Kristy and I 

have been lover's for six years!"



"Shit, Mark,"  Susan said.  "You can do better than that."  



"I know, but I wanted to save the best for tonight."  I said as I pulled 

our car into the hotel parking lot.



Kristy and I continued our conversation on the way up the elevator, 

"What's you're degree in, Kristy?"



"Math."  Kristy answered. 



"I hated math,"  I said as the elevator got to our floor.  "I did it well, 

but I hated it.  Kind of odd that I ended up in computers, but hey, it 

pays the bills."



"What's your degree in, Susie?"  Kristy asked. 



"Business," Susan answered.



"Susan is an MBA."  I added.



"That's right Doctor,"  Susan kidded.



"You've got a Ph.D.?"  Kristy asked.  



"Computer graphics.  I'm a doctor of  pixels."  I answered. 



"You guys must have it made.  I wish I had the time to get my 

Masters,"  Kristy sighed as we walked through the door of our suite.  

"There is no way I can make the kind of money in the real world as I 

do dancing, though.  I figured I'd save up and when I quit, I'd get my 

Masters then go for it in the real world."



"Sounds like a good idea to me."  I said.  "Getting our degrees wasn't 

easy.  Susan went to night school while I was out at sea.  She also had 

to raise the twins pretty much by herself during those times.  Luckily, 

her mother was great in looking after them while Susan was at class.  I 

took correspondence courses while I was at sea and went to any 

university nearby when I was on shore."



"Do you mind if I ask you a question,"  Kristy hesitated.



"No, not at all,"  I answered.



"Why me?" Kristy asked.  "You two have it all.  Family, home, great 

jobs, and now this.  Why?"



"I liked you, Kristy,"  Susan answered.  "We hit it off."  



"Right.  Do you see how much we have in common?"  I added.



"Yeah, but this is like a dream,"  Kristy said. "It's almost too good to 

be true."



"Believe it, Kristy.  If you weren't the person you are--and I could tell 

the minute I laid eyes on you that you weren't hard, mean, or otherwise-- 

a nice, caring person, none of this would have happened,"  Susan 

said.   "Mark and I are going to share our lives with you.  Make book 

on it."



"You, in spite of the things we've done together, Kristy, have a wide-

eyed innocence that I hope you never lose.  It is one of the things that 

makes you beautiful,"  I said as the three of us sat at the dining table in 

the suite.  "But when you're bad, you're really bad.  I love that.  Like 

Susan, I love you."  



"I love both of you, too,"  Kristy said as tears welled up in her eyes.



"Hey, hey Kristy, don't cry,"  Susan whispered as she kissed Kristy.  



"It's okay.  I always cry.  I'm just a blubberer,"  Kristy said.



"One more thing now that we've been serious for a while," I said 

softly. "I don't want to be a party pooper, but I'm worried about one 

thing."



"Honey, I know what it is.  I've been worried about the same thing, 

too," Susan said. "It's good that we talk about it, now."



"AIDS?"  Kristy asked.



"We've been pretty good with condom's so far.  Let's not go anywhere 

from now on without condoms, Okay?" Susan asked.



"More than that,"  I added. "We've got to be responsible--not only to 

ourselves but to the people we are with.  We have to get HIV tests 

regularly if we are to continue as we've done in the last four days."



"Susie and I should also carry contraceptive sponges.  Those sponges 

have  a chemical that kill's the HIV virus."  Kristy said. "I notice the 

condom's you've been buying have that chemical, too."



"I hope I didn't spoil this for all of us." I said.



"No, we needed to talk about this,"  Susan said. "I think that as long as 

we're doing what we can, we'll be safe."



 "Hey, do you want to practice for tomorrow night, Susie?", Kristy 

said.



"Sure!" Susan's eyes lit up.



"We'll perform for Mark,"  Kristy said as the two women went into the 

bedroom to get ready.  "Mark, you be critical, okay?"



"I don't know how I can be critical with you two, but I'll try,"  I said.



After about five minutes, the women joined me dressed only in white 

garters, white stockings, and red high-heeled shoes.  They certainly 

weren't modest by any stretch of the imagination.  "Do you want to 

know what I'm thinking right now?"  I was fantasizing.



"Sure."  Kristy said.



"You know how in men's magazine's they photograph women together 

in various sexual poses?"  I smiled as the two virtually naked women 

standing before me nodded.  "Well, when we're at home, I'd like to 

take photograph's of you two, in full makeup, and costume making 

love.  I'd have light's and all the equipment necessary to make the 

pictures look professional."



"Mmmm, what do you think Kristy?"  Susan asked as Kristy wrapped 

her arms around her.



"Do you want video, too?"  Kristy teased.



"Sure do,"  I answered as the women looked at each other.



"I'd love to!"  Kristy answered as she kissed my wife softly on the lips. 



"I want you," Kristy said, kissing my wife harder this time.  



"Let's go back to the bedroom, Kristy,"  Susan said as the two women 

came up for air.



Kristy and Susan walked hand in hand back to the bedroom, "Are you 

coming, Mark?"  Susan called.



There was no need to ask.  I was right behind them.  



I was taking off my clothes when both women approached me opposite 

sides and lent a hand freeing my penis from my underwear.   I had 

always fantasized about two women sucking me at the same time.  I 

had seen it happen when Kristy and Susan sucked the young sailors 

cock at the bachelor party.  I just never thought it would happen to me 

until Susan and Kristy met.  



My fantasy was coming true.  Susan and Kristy laid me down on the 

bed then started kissing my cock and balls.  Ever since Susan got her 

hair permed, I had wanted to really run my fingers though it and enjoy 

the feel of the soft curls as they slipped between fingers but never 

really had a chance until now.   What Kristy and Susan were doing felt 

nothing short of electric.  My cock grew rock hard as their mouths 

alternately took my cock into their mouths.   I could not tell who was 

doing what.  All I knew was I didn't want it to stop.  "This is your treat 

for being such a wonderful man,"  Kristy said.



Kristy then laid down with her head hanging upside down off the side 

of the bed.  "I learned this last night." She said.  "Let me suck you this 

way."  



I did not object.  Susan laid down beside Kristy and did the same 

thing.  "Me, too,"  Said my wife.  "Let me know when you are about to 

come."  



I slid my cock into Kristy's mouth.  As I pressed the length of my penis 

into Kristy's mouth, I felt it pass out of her mouth and into her throat.  

I thrust my hips a few times then removed my cock and inserted my 

cock into my wife's mouth.  I should have known my wife could do 

this.  She didn't even gag as my cock entered her throat.  I pumped my 

cock into her throat.  As I pumped my cock into my wife's throat, 

Kristy licked my cock on each out stroke.  After about a minute of this, 

I laid back on the bed.  Susan and Kristy kissed their way down my 

cock and each took one of my balls into their mouths.  The feeling was 

wonderful as my balls were immersed in their saliva.  Slowly the 

women let my balls fall from their mouths.  They licked their way back 

up my cock, and kissed.  I could take no more then said, "I can feel it."



Susan then took my cock into her mouth and sucked it hard.  I shot my 

load into my wife's mouth.  Susan did not swallow.  She turned, 

kissing Kristy and sharing my cum.   Susan and Kristy then began to 

make love.  



As they shared a cum soaked kiss, the women rubbed their breasts 

together.  I rose from the bed and watched as the women went into a 

very gentle sixty-nine.  Instead of watching the women go at each 

other with reckless desire, I watched two women make love.   Gentle 

cooing instead of loud moans were the sounds coming from the women 

as they patiently explored each other's vagina's with their tongues and 

fingers.  Slow, smooth rocking replaced hard, intense grinding as each 

woman moved their pussies over their lover's mouth and tongue.  Each 

woman was doing exactly the right thing at the right moment.  I could 

only hope that one day I would know as much about making love to a 

woman as these women knew.  Soon, both women had intense 

orgasms at exactly the same moment.  Over the last few days I had 

seen these women do things I would have never dreamed to see.  

When I was in my teens, magazine in hand, I dreamt of watching two 

beautiful women make love.  I saw it that night.  



The women changed positioned and motioned for me to come to bed.  

"That was the best I have ever had with a woman,"  Kristy said, neck 

red, face flushed.  



"It looked absolutely beautiful," I said, not able to control my feelings.  



"With what we did today, Mark, and what happened right now, I have 

had the best in my life," said my wife.  "Today was about love."



I lay there in bed with the women, one on each side of me, completely 

at peace with the world.  I wondered if things could possibly get better.   

I decided not to question what was happening and simply enjoy the 

moment.  



A few minutes later, Kristy said she was hungry.  I ordered a snack 

tray from room service.  "Do you mind if I ask you a few questions, 

Kristy?" I asked, trying not to disrupt the moment.



"No, not at all," Kristy replied as she snuggled with my wife, her hand 

unconsciously playing with my wife's hair.



"How did you first get started with women?"  I asked softly.



"Remember the dancer you saw me dance with?  She was my first,"  

Kristy explained, "She was a lesbian and she was attracted to me.  I 

was away from home for the first time, lonely, and we sort of fell into 

a relationship.  At the time, I thought I was a lesbian, too.  I met my 

soon-to-be ex-boyfriend in Providence when he was attending Officer 

Candidate School.  I was nearing graduation from Brown.  I found out 

then that I was bisexual."



"How did your female lover take that?" Susan asked.  



"She didn't like it.  In fact, after I met Sam, she would not even talk to 

me,"  Kristy said.  "I hated hurting her feelings, but she turned very 

hard after that. Sam and I wrote each other after he left for his ship.  

He invited me to come to Norfolk with him after I graduated.  I did."  



"I feel badly that you're going to break up with Sam when he gets back 

next week,"  I said.



"Don't feel bad, Mark.  It's time to move on.   The fact of the matter is 

that I do not like being a virtual widow for six months at a time.   Oh, 

Sam doesn't mind my making love to women, but until I met your 

wife, I had only been with two other women since Providence--both 

dancers who left the area long ago.  When I met your wife, I was 

already set on breaking up.  When I fell in love with both of you, I 

knew that I had made the right choice.  Please, don't feel badly."



"Mark can't help it, Kristy.  He's just that kind of person, he puts 

everyone ahead of himself. He's the most unselfish person I have ever 

met,"  Susan said.  "That's why I've loved him since we met in my 

sophomore year of high school." 



There was a knock on the door.  Our snacks had arrived.  I put on a  

robe and went to the door to retrieve our tray.  On the way back, I 

grabbed the champagne and three glasses.  



We drank champagne and ate brie and other cheeses on crackers as we 

sat naked in bed.  



"So, what's the deal with the bachelor party tomorrow... I mean, 

tonight?" I asked.



"Well, my agency said we--Susie and I--were requested,"  Kristy 

said.  



"Your agency knows about Susan?"  I asked.



"Not really, but they said to bring 'my friend' from the other party,"  

Kristy answered.  "Is that a problem?"



"No, just curious, that's all,"  I said. 



"I wonder if there are going to be any black men there?" Susan asked.  

"If so, I have an idea for a contest.  We'll see who has the biggest cock 

in the crowd.  The winner will get us."  



"That's my wife.  The slut."  I said as I laughed.  "I thought you were 

supposed to practice for tonight?"



"Who said we didn't?" Kristy snickered.



"Seriously, what will we do?  I mean, we need costumes, no?"  Susan 

asked.



"We can go shopping tomorrow for costumes.  As far as the routine 

goes, why don't we just make it up as we go.  Okay?"  Kristy asked.



"Okay, but I'll follow your lead."  Susan said.



We talked and ate for about an hour more.  Then like old married 

people, went to sleep.




