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



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Crossings, Chapter Seven



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

cheek.



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

actually morning.



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



I noticed my wife was dressed and had showered.  "What's on your list 

of things to do today?"  I asked.



"After breakfast, Kristy and I are going to pickup costumes for tonight.  

After that, we're going to the tanning salon,"  Susan answered.  "Then, 

Kristy is going to put her condo on the market.  What are you doing 

today?"  



"I'm not sure.  It's Friday, I'll probably run some then workout in the 

gym downstairs.  I'd like to play some ball, but there's no court here,"  

I said.



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



I got out of bed and joined Kristy and Susan.  "'Morning, Kristy."  I 

said as I sat down.



"Good morning, Mark,"  Kristy smiled.



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

asked.



"Eventually, nothing,"  Susan laughed.



"Smart ass!"  I said smiling.



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

you!"



"Oh, I meant to tell you, the party is in this hotel.  In the suite four 

doors down."  Kristy said with a smile.  "No driving tonight!"



"Interesting,"  Susan said with a mischievous grin.



Kristy and Susan finished eating, cleaned up, then headed out for their 

day's activities.  "We'll be back around six, okay?"  Susan asked.   

"Make sure you get some video tapes.  I'm leaving the car for you, 

today, too."   



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

the door.



Around three in the afternoon, I had finished all the things I wanted to 

do.  I decided to start planning the modifications to our party room.    

After getting a basic idea of the things I wanted to do, I made some 

drawings on hotel stationery.   The room would have six remotely 

controlled cameras buried behind walls and shielded from view by 

high quality two-way mirrors.   Each camera  would feed a monitor in 

a room, probably the master bedroom.  From that room, one could 

control, select, aim, zoom and otherwise manipulate the cameras.  

There would be a video selector that would allow me to feed the output 

of any camera into a VCR.  I would also get some editing equipment 

for cleaning up the video we shot.  It was pretty elaborate, but I figured 

that sooner or later we'd be unsatisfied by having a cheaper setup.  I 

figured it would cost between twenty-five and thirty-thousand dollars 

to do right.  



When Susan and Kristy arrived, they looked really nice.   Both had 

tanned very well and were glowing with health.  "What have you been 

up to since we left?"  Susan asked as she and Kristy laid a few 

packages on the dining room table.



"Running, exercising, and figuring out how we would do the party 

room in the basement,"  I answered as both women sat down on the 

sofa next to me. "Here, take a look."



I explained exactly what I wanted to do.  My wife, used to my being an 

electronics geek commented that it looked like just what we needed 

and to do it.  Kristy, on the other hand, looked shocked at the level of 

complexity.  Moreover, she wanted to know how much it cost.  When I 

told her I figured it would run about twenty-five to thirty thousand 

dollars, she gasped and asked, "Are you guy's rich or something?  You 

talk about thousands of dollars as if it were a trip to the 7-11."



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



"We're comfortable.  If something happened and we couldn't work, 

we'd be okay for the rest of our lives,"  Susan answered in that matter 

of fact tone.  "We're fine."



"I think you're rich."  Kristy added. "But if you don't think you are 

rich, that's fine with me.  You guys are where I want to be financially, 

though."  



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



"Time I've got,"  Kristy answered.  



"You'll love our house, Kristy,"  Susan said changing the subject. "It's 

really big.  It sits on a hill in a nice area.  We've lived there since last 

September.  The nearest neighbors are about half a mile away."



"Damn.  I hope you don't think I would do anything to jeopardize what 

you have?"  Kristy asked in a serious tone.



"No.  If we did, we wouldn't have invited you to live with us,"  I said 

in my matter of fact tone.  "We trust you."



"One more question I've been dying to ask since last night, okay?"  

Kristy asked as Susan and I nodded, "How did you two meet?"



"Over CB radio,"  I answered.



"You're kidding me,"  Kristy said.



"No, he's not,"  Susan answered then started to tell the story.  "I had 

just turned sixteen when my parent's got into CB radio.  There was 

this wild man who went by "Devil Dawg" on the air.  My parent's 

thought the guy was the funniest thing they had ever heard.  I heard 

him and found him both funny and wanted to know what he looked 

like.   One night, when we were partying, my dad broke into one of his 

'show's'  and he and Mark began talking.  Well, they went on and on 

for about two hours when I asked dad to invite him over.   Dad did.  

About ten minutes later, Mark and Darryl--Darryl was one of Mark's 

friends at the time--showed up at our house."



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

laughing.



"Yeah, whatever, Mark,"  Susan continued with the story.  "So here 

are my parents, Mark and Darryl talking about whatever subject came 

up.  I noticed Mark kept stealing glances at me when I would take a 

hit from the bong, or smoked a cigarette, so I didn't do anymore in 

front of him.  I thought he hated me, but I couldn't tell."



"Truth of the matter was,"  I interrupted, "I was a big jock at twenty 

years old, who just lost his full ride because of injury, and I just didn't 

do those things.  Darryl, on the other hand, never found a party he 

didn't like.   Sue was really pretty and I really didn't think she fit in to 

the picture that I saw.  I liked her, but I didn't like what she was 

doing."



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



"Yeah, we'd get drunk and stoned together.  They'd buy me cigarettes, 

too,"  Susan explained. "Anyhow, Mark and Darryl really got along 

with my parents.  When Mark went to the bathroom one time, Darryl 

asked me out.   I really wanted to go out with Mark, but Mark didn't 

even ask me for my phone number.   I thought he hated me and 

thought I was a little kid."  



"I didn't, Sue.  I was shy,"  I said blushing as I picked up the story.  

"The next Friday night, Darryl and Sue went out for pizza or 

something.  She asked Darryl to take her to my house.  He did.  She 

and Darryl stayed at my house for about an hour talking on the radio.  

I kind of figured there was something up, but I didn't want to hurt my 

friend so I stayed low."



"Mark was unemployed, a college dropout,"  Sue continued, "and had 

no direction whatsoever.  He was a jock, too--he was, and still is quite 

buff--the perfect guy for a sixteen year-old head to fall in love with.  

Two days later, during lunch, I called him from school and laid it on 

the line.  I said I liked him and I wanted to date him.  He asked me 

about Darryl and I said I never liked Darryl--we were just friends.  It 

was him I wanted.  He said he liked me, too, but didn't want to hurt 

Darryl's feelings so he didn't do anything."  



"What a guy!  Right, Kristy?" I joked then picked up the story.  "There 

was a big problem:  My car was broken.  I worked all the next week to 

fix my car.  The day of our first date, I was still working on my car 

when Susan.  I was greasy from head to toe but we talked for a few 

minutes and Susan left.  I finished the car, got cleaned up and we went 

out on our first date."



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

quit smoking a year ago."



"Pothead, boozer,"  Susan answered,  "everything was wonderful for 

about a month then Mark asked me to quit smoking, drinking, and 

doing drugs."



"Big mistake,"  I said.  "I should have kept my big mouth shut.  That 

was the first wrong thing I did.  The next wrong thing I did was to ask 

her to marry me.  I was in no position to do that, yet I did anyway.  

Initially, Sue's parents were very supportive. but gradually they 

correctly decided that their daughter was too young to be having sex 

regularly and to even be thinking about marriage.  One night at dinner 

I made the biggest mistake in my life to date."



"Mark and Dad had been talking,"  Susan added. "Dad was trying to 

convince Mark that marriage might not be the smartest thing at our 

age--even though both Mark and I had said we'd wait until I graduated 

from high school."



"I wanted none of it,"  I said thinking back to that moment.  "Instead 

of thinking first, I simply asked Sue's father if he and his wife ever 

wanted to see their grandchildren.  That was the most insanely stupid 

thing I have ever done in my life.  Needless to say, that's what changed 

Sue's parents opinion of me--fast."



"Yeah, they went on this all out blitz to discredit everything Mark had 

ever done for me and them,"   Susan said.  "It was insane.  When I 

would tell Mark what was going on, he'd get mad.  When I talked 

about Mark, my parent's would get mad.  I couldn't talk to anyone 

without getting yelled at about something."  



"It was horrible," I continued, "my heart was slowly breaking everyday 

because I knew that Susan's father was right about her age and I 

certainly had no way to support a wife.  I knew that something was 

going to give soon, so I decided to pull back in very subtle ways.  I 

smoked pot with Susan.  I told her that seeing her smoke cigarettes 

turned me on--it did, but I didn't really want that.  It was sort of my 

way of giving Susan back to her parents.  Soon, Susan's parents 

forbade me to see her."



"We would sneak around to see each other, but it was horrible," I 

continued.  "So ugly.  Finally, Susan told me that she wanted to see 

other guys.  I tried to go along with it for a while, but I was stupid 

then, too.  I told her she would never see me again.  I was so disgusted 

with myself that I joined the Navy and left home--for good, I thought."



"In the meantime, I went wild." Susan said.  "I would party every 

weekend, get stoned, drunk, and all that crap with my friends.  My 

parent's loved it.  They had their daughter back.  I thought I loved it, 

too. Mark was out of the picture."



"That's really sad," Kristy said with tears welling up in her eyes.  

"What happened to get you back together?"



"Coincidence,"  I said,  "I had just graduated from an enlisted school 

in the west and was home on leave before going back to school on the 

same base.  My best friend and I were going to see his sister graduate 

from high school.  We went, then I mentioned that the other high 

school in the area--the one Susan was attending--had graduation that 

night.  I knew Susan would be graduating that year and I only hoped 

she would be there.  I just wanted to see her.  I didn't intend for her to 

see me."



"Somehow, I saw him standing by a gate on the football field looking 

really sad and alone,"  Susan continued.  "When he saw that I saw 

him, he looked away.  I was wondering why he was here and why he 

would look away when I looked at him.  I just didn't understand at the 

time.  I didn't know that he was crying."



"I was trying hard not to cry.  Susan was everything I had ever wanted 

and I blew it.  Seeing her standing there in cap and gown made me 

very proud but it made me intensely sad,"  I explained. "See, this was 

supposed to be when were to be getting married and I blew it.  When 

she looked at me, I had to look away."



"After the ceremony, when everyone left, I sent my friend home, and I 

just went into the stands and cried harder than I had ever cried in my 

life,"  I said as tears were  welling up in my eyes just then.  "After 

about ten minutes I got up to leave and started walking home."  



"I saw him walking home when I was on my way home.  I stopped my 

car and said something corny like, 'Need a date, sailor?'" Susan 

explained as she took my hand.  "He looked at me.  It was clear he had 

been crying, so I got out of the car and right there on the shoulder of 

the road, I kissed him on the cheek and asked him what was wrong."



"I started crying uncontrollably.  I was really feeling sorry for myself, 

but I wanted Susan to know that I had changed.  I wanted just to talk 

to her.  We talked for about an hour on the side of the road,"  I added 

as I wiped a tear from my cheek--I looked at Kristy, she had tears in 

her eyes, too.



"Mark apologized for everything.  He blamed himself for all the 

problems.  He said he was stupid and I couldn't disagree.  It was just so 

fantastic to see him.  When we hugged, I felt like all my problems 

went away,"   Susan said as she looked at me.  "Then I kissed him."



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



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

Kristy said.



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

day one."



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



"A week after Mark and I got married.  I stopped smoking, too,"  

Susan said, "It wasn't hard.  It was something I wanted to do anyway.  

Mark provided me with incentive to better myself.  By the time we got 

married, Mark had already gotten his bachelors in computer science, 

was accepted to Officer's Candidates School, and was working on his 

Master's."  



"After I got hurt playing football, I decided computers were the way to 

go, so I went that way.  Not to brag, but it wasn't the easiest thing to 

do,"  I said.



"Mark is the smartest person I have ever met.  Our kids are that way, 

too.  They graduated high school a year and a half early--both of 

them,"  Susan beamed.



"Mike, the youngest--by eight minutes--is a great basketball player.  

He went to some camps put on by shoe companies last year and he's 

going to be a starter next year for his school,"  I had my chance to 

beam.  "He'll be a red-shirted freshman. He wasn't allowed to play this 

year because of his age, but really, and truly, he's the best two guard 

they've ever had."



"Isn't he terrible?  He brags about his son to everyone who will listen,"  

Susan said. "Paige, our oldest is a red-shirt freshman at her school.  

She play's basketball, too."  



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



"Do you have any pictures?" Kristy asked.



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

too.  



"You sure have a wonderful family, a wonderful life, and are about 

most in love I've ever seen two people."  Kristy said, "I'm lucky."



"Let me tell you something, if I didn't love Sue as much as I do and 

wasn't completely secure in that love, I would have never let her pick 

up those two guys at the airport bar," I said.  "When I saw her look at 

me, so worried and disappointed that I might not let take place what 

she clearly wanted so much happen, I thought about losing her.  

Losing Sue was something I could not do again.  Kristy, when we say 

we love you, we mean that with every fiber of our being."



"I know you do.  I could tell this was special the moment I met you,"  

Kristy said as she kissed both of us.  "I want to be with you two.  I love 

both of you just as you love me."



We sat around and talked for around an hour--just general things.  It 

was good to talk about our families and our pasts.  It let Kristy know 

that she was coming into a family that loved first and hurt last.  In 

looking back, I knew that was the source of our mutual attraction.  



I ordered dinner, we ate, then the women started to talk about the 

bachelor party they'd be working just down the hall.  Susan was 

excited from the control aspect of things and the fact that she had 

found a great exhibitionist streak.  She talked about how she loved to 

show her body and how it made her feel to have men she didn't know 

want her.  Kristy talked about the control aspect, but that wasn't as 

important to her as the aesthetics--did she look good doing what she 

was doing.  She said that when she first started dancing, the control 

thing got her, too, but soon she got into the art of control and that led 

directly to how good she did the things she did.  She said she took 

great pains to be in the right position at all times.  She said that Susan 

started dancing downtown with her that she would show her how to 

use the mirrors in clubs to make sure everything was perfect.  Susan 

said she wanted to learn.  



Susan brought up the subject of sex saying that she would only fuck at 

the party if there were black guys there.  Kristy said that was okay with 

her, but she'd fuck whoever was there.  Susan and Kristy joked about 

Susan's current fascination with black men and their cock size.  Susan 

said she wanted to be airtight again if possible.  



Just then something dawned on me, "I'm wondering how the person 

making the call to schedule the party knew to ask for you and your 

friend?"  



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



"Yeah, but then I wondered how your agency knew about Sue.  You 

said the person asked for you and your friend," I explained.  "That 

means someone knows what happened at either the first bachelor party 

Susan did with you, or someone from the other night knows."



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



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



"Could be, and we should watch out for it.  More than likely it's John 

from the other night.  He said he wanted to fuck Susan again and that 

he'd be willing to pay for it.  I told him it would cost a lot more next 

time," I deduced. "I made sure to tell him that it would cost him a hell 

of a lot more next time, you remember what I told you?"



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

Susan said.



"This might be your night to do it, if you want to, Sue?"  I asked with a 

wicked smile.  "If he's smart, he'll play it just like it's a bachelor party.  

He'll have a fake groom and he'll be the best man."  



"Hmmm... what do you say, Kristy?"  Susan asked as she placed her 

hand on Kristy's knee.



"I'm up for it.  It has always been a fantasy of mine.  I've had men 

offer me money and gifts before, but I never did it.  Now that things 

have changed, why not?"   Kristy answered.



"You must be careful, though.  It could still be a setup and look exactly 

like a bachelor party,"  I said seriously.  "We're entering very 

dangerous territory here.  The last thing I want to have us end up in 

jail.  If anything seems wrong, just do your show and we'll leave.  I'd 

rather have two horny women on my hands than to have a court date 

for prostitution."



"I understand,"  Susan and Kristy said.



"I know you do.  I just want to be clear.  The tip something will be up 

is if we don't recognize anyone there,"  I said.  "Go on that.  If John's 

there, it's most likely not a bachelor party.  We ask John if it's really a 

bachelor party.  If not, we refund the money at that point then we have 

a choice: Do we leave or we stay?  If we stay, it has to cost them an 

arm and a leg to fuck either of you. If we know nobody, you just dance.  

We must be the ones in control.  Sobering thoughts, but necessary."



"You're good,"  Kristy said.  



"He is," Susan added.



"I'm careful,"  I said as the women silently walked back to the 

bedroom to get ready. "I don't mean to be a kill joy,  you know that, 

don't you?"



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



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

Susan.



About forty-five minutes later, the ladies returned.  Again, they, as 

they had on other night's, looked absolutely unbelievable.   I stood 

stunned as they modeled their costumes for me--tonight, they would 

enter the party in costume since the site was just down the hall.    

Kristy had her newly permed blonde hair fluffed all over so it was 

almost circular in shape--not quite like an afro, but big.  She wore a 

sleeveless red gown with a large cutout from the hem up to about 

where a mini-skirt would start.  The cutout exposed her white lace 

stockings and their tops to anyone who looked. On her feet were red 

high-heeled pumps.  Moving up, Kristy's ample cleavage was exposed 

by circular cutout.   The gown was held up by a high-necked collar.  

Her makeup, as usual was perfect--dark red lipstick, and earth tones to 

set off her eyes and cheekbones.  She wore long red gloves on each 

hand and arm.



Susan styled her hair exactly as Kristy had done.   Of all the hairstyles 

she chose, this one made her look perfect.  Susan wore a white 

sleeveless gown cut like Kristy's, except there were two large cutouts 

on each side that terminated so her white lace garter was visible 

holding up her white lace stockings on each leg.  She wore white 

platform, high-heeled shoes.  When she turned her body, the shoes 

really made her legs look perfect and made her ass seem extra round.  

Her cleavage was exposed by a diamond cutout.  Her gown had the 

same neckline as Kristy's.  Susan wore long, white gloves that came up 

to the elbow.   Susan had applied makeup designed to add light to her 

face.  The makeup, coupled with her white clothing and tan, was quite 

a turn on.  I fantasized about putting makeup on my wife.  It was 

something we would have to talk about later.



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



"I'm stunned.  Both of you look so wonderful, I can't wait to get my 

hands on you."  I said.  "I'll even pay!"



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



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



"I'm hoping for a big black cock or two, though.  You know how I love 

them,"  Susan said as she faked a pout.  "If we don't get fucked 

tonight, we're going out, okay?"



"Okay,"  I said smiling.  I knew what my wife wanted and who was I 

to stop her?



Susan was in "slut mode".  Susan had her purse with the video camera, 

batteries, and extra tapes at the ready.  I helped them on with their 

coats. The women fluffed their hair in the mirror on the wall.  We 

began the trek down the hall.  



At the door of the party suite, we could hear muffled rap music.  "I 

hope this means there's black cocks to be had,"  Susan grinned.



I rang the bell.  Sure enough, it was John who answered the door. 

"What up, Mark?"  John greeted us.  "I see you brought your wife with 

you."



"Not much, man,"  I said before we entered the room.  "Straight up, 

John, what's the deal?"



"This is a bachelor party, man.  My homey's and me want to give one 

of the brother's a super send off."  He said.



He tipped his hand by telling me it was a bachelor party before I asked.  

"C'mon, man, admit it.  You just want to get over on my wife, again."  

I laughed as we closed the door behind us.  



I left the women in the hall.  Inside the room, there were about fifteen 

men, all black. The room smelled like pot, booze, and cigarette smoke.   

"Okay, here's the deal.  Yeah, I want to get at your woman again.  I 

told my homy's about the other night in your room.  We figured we'd 

throw down and see what happens,"  John said.



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

cheap."  



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

fuck."  John said.



"That's what I figured, man.  Look here, it's like this." I said, spelling 

out what was going to happen.  "Man, how do I know there's no police 

here?  How do I know this isn't some set-up?"



"Man, you know I ain't no pig and none of my homey's are pigs, 

either.  We just want the women, fuck the show,"  John said knowing 

that I was one step ahead of him all the way.



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

to him.



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



"If my wife and her friend agree, it will cost you a lot of money, John."  

I said.  "I told you it would cost a lot more than two hundred dollars to 

fuck my wife again, didn't I?"  



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

asked, genuinely puzzled.  



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

had."  



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

night, then?"



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



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

for his wallet.



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



John left and there was a groan.  He came back about a minute later, 

"They want to see what they're paying for first."



"Fair enough," I said.   



I ducked out the door to let Sue and Kristy know I was okay and that it 

looked like they were going to be hookers for the night if they wanted.  

I told them to strut into the room, take off their coats, kiss each other 

passionately, flash if they wanted to, then come back to the door.



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



Susan took my hand and placed it on her shaved cunt lips.  I had my 

answer. "One bonus, Sue.  They're all black."  



Kristy and Susan walked very seductively into the room.  In the room 

was dead silence, and open mouths.  The men were stunned.   As the 

women took off their coats, kissed, and flashed, it was unanimous.  

They all yelled.  Susan and Kristy returned to John and me, by the 

door.



"Since there's so many men here, I figure a group rate would be fine.  

Normally, the women charge by the hour or night, but since this is 

different and probably kinky, it will cost.  You ready, John?" I asked.



John nodded as he checked out my wife.  "How many guy's here, 

including you?"  I asked.  



"Fourteen."  John said.  



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



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



"One-fifty and a lesbian show before fucking.  Give the guy's back 

their show money, tell them the deal."



John left with the money, handed it out, then told them what it would 

cost to get a crack at the women.   There were some groans, but John 

convinced them it was worth it.  He came back and said they'd do it 

but no video.   



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

here."



Five minutes later, the women returned with twenty-one hundred 

dollars.  "It's showtime, ladies,"  I said as I kissed each of them on the 

cheek.



Kristy and Susan walked to the center of the room, stripped each other 

slowly, kissing each other's breasts.  At the crowd's urging, they sped 

up the pace, laid on the floor, and fell into a sixty-nine.  Very 

workmanlike, but I figured the men wanted to fuck.   As the men 

watched silently, I slipped out of the party suite and dropped the 

money in our suite.  When I returned, the women were finishing up 

their sixty-nine.  Susan whispered something into Kristy's ear, then 

announced, "Okay, I have one request.  I'm going to fuck John first, 

but before I do, I want to see all of your cocks, hard.  After I finish 

John, I'll fuck the man with the largest tool and so on."



"While she's fucking John, I'll sample the largest cock in the room and 

see if it's good enough for my lover,"  Kristy said with her hands on 

her hips.   



Suddenly, cocks were springing out of zippers as Susan inspected them 

all.  If they weren't hard, Susan waited until they were.  After she 

finished, she stood back and pointed to a tall, thin man toward the 

window side of the line.  "You're second, lover," Susan said as she 

kissed Kristy again.  "Check him out."  



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



Susan turned, then walked up to John, grabbed his cock through his 

pants and said, "Fuck me, now."  



"Yo, yo, yo!  Look here, brothers, this ho can take all my cock,"  John 

said as Susan pulled off his pants and started sucking his cock.



I got out condoms from Kristy's coat pocket and put a pile by Kristy 

and Sue.  "Remember, everyone, no glove, no love."



Kristy was sucking on the tall thin man's cock while another man was 

feeling her tits. Susan was about ten feet from me sliding a condom on 

John's now huge cock.  I was really turned on, but decided to sit this 

one out until we returned our suite.   Susan sat on Johns cock, rocked 

her hips a few times.  The penis that was so hard to get into her two 

day's ago, was now buried to the balls in my wife's cunt.  She looked at 

me with pure satisfaction on her face.   Here was my wife, a prostitute 

for a night.  She was loving every minute of it.  



Kristy was fucking the thin man's large cock now and was in the 

process of being made airtight by two other black men.   She was 

oblivious to anything but the cocks at her disposal.  If there were two 

women perfectly suited to group sex, it was Sue and Kristy.   They lost 

themselves in group sex for the third time this week.  



I tried to keep count of the men each women fucked, but I lost track 

after about ten per woman. The women took them on two or more at a 

time and seemed tireless in their "work".  I began to fantasize my wife 

being a high-priced call girl.  I flashed back to all the hookers I had 

seen while I was in the Navy.   None had the looks, class, or flair of 

the two women taking on all the men in this room.  More importantly, 

I didn't love any of them.  



The women clearly had more stamina than the men.  Two hours after 

they started, the last man shot his final load into a latex condom.  

"Any one else want some pussy?"  Kristy called to the exhausted men.  

"You've paid for it.  Better get it now, if you can."  



There were no takers.  The men were done for the evening.  John was 

asleep in a chair.  Susan and Kristy gathered their clothes, put on their 

coats, said goodnight to the spent men, then we left.  In order to keep 

from being followed, I held the door closed until the women had 

entered our suite.  Turns out I didn't need to.  Those guy's were fucked 

silly by two first-time hookers.  



"How does it feel to make twenty-one hundred dollars for two hours 

work?"  I asked smiling as I closed the door to our suite behind me.



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



"We did it, Susie,"  Kristy said excitedly.  "We had sex with fourteen 

men and got paid.  We're now hookers."  



"You say that as if it was something you always wanted to try but 

never did for one reason or another,"  I observed.



"Oh, that's so true.  I've often felt like taking men up on their offers,"  

Kristy said with a smile.  "Now, I have no reason not to.  The bridge 

has been crossed."



"That's right, the bridge has been crossed,"  Susan said, "I'm a hooker 

and I loved it. From now on, if another man wants to fuck me, unless 

I'm really turned on by him, he'll pay."  



Susan's eyes were on fire.  She was not satisfied, yet.  She looked at 

Kristy, then at me, "It's still early and I want more cock.  Let's get 

cleaned up, shower, get made up, change clothes, and make more 

money!"  



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

Kristy said.  



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



"No, I want you there,"  Susan said as she came up to me and stroked 

my hard cock through my pants.  "This really turns you on, too, 

doesn't it?"




 *********



Crossings, Chapter Eight



"Yes, it does.  I hate to say this, but the thing that would really make 

this perfect is if you and Kristy went into where ever you go, sit at the 

bar, and smoke a cigarette while you check out your prey," I answered.



"Boy, that's a throwback fantasy, eh?"  Susan teased.  "You want me to 

do it because you think it makes me look trashy in a sexy way, right?"



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



"Mark, never be afraid to ask for anything.  I'm here for you.  I 

promise I won't start smoking again.  I'll do it only when it's part of 

your fantasies," Susan said as Kristy listened. "Will you smoke, too, 

Kristy?"



"Sure,"  Kristy smiled.  "I love that fantasy.  Like Susie said, don't be 

afraid to ask for anything.  Like her, I'm here for you."



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

excitedly.  



The women left the room to clean up.  On the way to the bedroom, 

Susan giggled, "When I was sixteen, all I had to do was light up and 

he had his cock out jerking off."



Fifteen minutes later, Sue and Kristy were ready.  Susan's hair and 

makeup were the same, but she wore a black leather miniskirt, thigh-

high black leather boots, black stockings with their tops and garters 

visible, a tight, white tank top (the same one she wore when she met 

Kristy), and wore no bra or panties. 



Kristy's hair, like Susan's, was the same as earlier.  Kristy wore a pink 

miniskirt that Susan lent her, a white silk blouse, unbuttoned, but tied 

at the waist, no bra or panties, white sheer stockings where the tops 

and garters were visible,  on her feet were pink high-heeled pumps.  

On one ankle was a lace anklet.   



Both women were oozing sex.  Both women looked like hookers.  Of 

course, they were hookers, now.



I checked out the door before we left.  I didn't want to run into any of 

their former clients.  We exited the building through the lobby.  



On the way to the expressway, I stopped at a convenience store and 

bought Susan and Kristy each a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.  I 

gave the women their "props" and Kristy said we should go to Little 

Creek.  On Friday nights, especially this Friday--the Friday of a 

payday week--there were always horny sailors in bars getting trashed.  

They'd be easy pickings.  Susan said that she didn't care if they were 

black or not, they were paying and that's all that mattered.



We stopped at motel, and I got two rooms for the night's activities.  

Our first stop was a heavy metal bar.  First Kristy got out of the car 

and walked in.  Five minutes later, Susan went into the bar.  The plan 

was for me to come in about five minutes after the women got situated.  

It was the longest five minutes I had experienced in a long, long time.  



Right at five minutes I walked into the bar.  The music was really loud 

and surprisingly good.  The place was wall-to-wall sailors all listening 

to the music, drinking, and getting drunk.  I found Susan sitting at the 

bar with her legs crossed.  She was showing just about all the leg she 

could show without actually showing her pussy and ass in public.  

Kristy was sitting across the bar and was already talking to a guy.   

Susan saw me, took out a cigarette, put it in her mouth, and lit it.   She 

drew softly on the cigarette, inhaled, then let the smoke out slowly.  

The smoke from the cigarette filtered through her curly hair.  I had an 

incredible hard on and I rubbed it my pants.  I found an empty table, 

sat down and looked for Kristy.  Just as I saw her,  Kristy was having 

her cigarette lit by the sailor she was talking to.  She took a long, hard 

draw, inhaled deeply and let out the smoke quickly, aiming the smoke 

in my direction.  At that sight, I came in my pants. 



Just as Susan had a young sailor approach her and buy her a drink, a 

waitress tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Pretty interesting 

show."  



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



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

smile.



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



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

me tonight,"  she said.



I was stunned.  I had been propositioned.  That was a new thing.  I 

wasn't interested, but it was new.  The waitress brought me a 

Heineken.  "You look like an import man,"  she said with a smile.



I saw Kristy.  She was clearly into being a hooker.  She was leaving 

with the sailor who lit her cigarette.  I looked for Susan.  She was 

already gone.   



About forty minutes later, Susan returned, found a new seat at the bar, 

took out another cigarette, but before she could light it, the waitress 

who propositioned me, started talking to her about something.  They 

turned, looked at me and laughed.  Apparently the waitress told Susan 

what she had seen.  As the waitress left, Susan's had her cigarette lit 

by a member of the band who was on break.  The guy was tall, skinny, 

and had long, permed hair.  As guys go, he was pretty good looking.  

He bought Sue a drink and five minutes later they left through the 

kitchen.  



Kristy returned just as Susan left.  Kristy took a seat at the bar with 

her back to me.  The waitress who caught me must have told Kristy, 

too because she turned and laughed as well.  Again, after the waitress 

left, a very young sailor approached Kristy, bought her a drink and lit 

her cigarette.  It was very hard not to play pocket pool again.  Kristy 

talked with the sailor for a few minutes.  It appeared she was having 

trouble convincing him of her many charms.  Kristy grabbed his cock 

and that was all it took.  She left the bar with him.   



The waitress brought me another beer and asked why I hadn't hit on 

the hookers.  I told her that she had just about sabotaged any chance I 

would have had with them by telling them what she had seen.   She 

reached down and grabbed my crotch just as Susan walked in.  I was 

stunned.  The waitress sat down at the table.  She said was on break, 

then started jerking me off right there at the table.  Susan saw what 

was going on and smiled as another sailor lit her cigarette. By now, 

Susan was drawing deeply on her cigarettes.  As Susan exhaled, I shot 

my load into the waitress's hand.   



Susan left with the sailor.  "Aw, no more show for you.  Poor boy,"  

the waitress said in a teasing tone.  



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



"My guess is that the two whores are in for the weekend, slumming,"  

the waitress said as she wiped her hand on a napkin.  "They're dressed 

in really expensive clothes and they smell like expensive perfume."  



"Could be, I don't know.  The look good, though.  I wonder what 

drives women so good looking to become prostitutes?"  I asked, 

knowing the real story.



"Money,"  she said.  "They'll probably each do eight or ten guys 

tonight at about a hundred a pop. Remember, I get off at two."



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



The steam of guy's picking up Susan and Kristy lasted until closing.  

The plan was for them to not come back in at closing time.  They'd 

wait in the car and I'd join them.  I didn't plan on the waitress.  As I 

was getting up, the waitress told me to wait right there.   The place 

soon emptied and I was stuck.  I was alone with the waitress.  The 

waitress fucked me right there at my seat.    When we finished, I 

thanked the waitress and left a big tip.  "I guess we're all hookers in 

one way or another,"  the waitress said.  "Oh by the way, I own this 

place.  Feel free to come back anytime."



I left the bar and didn't see anyone in the car.  I got in and waited.  

About ten minutes later, Susan and Kristy showed up.  As they got in 

the car, they both said, "You were busted!"  



As we drove away, both Susan and Kristy lit cigarettes and smoked 

them for my pleasure.  "We did it again,"  Susan said to Kristy.



"Yeah, this hooking stuff is easy,"  Kristy said.  "I don't have to work 

tomorrow night, Susie.  Do you want to hook again tomorrow night?"  



Susan took a deep drag on her cigarette, then blew the smoke at me, 

"You know it."



On the way back to the hotel, the women counted their money.  Both 

Susan and Kristy each made over one thousand dollars in less than 

three hours hooking.



When we got back to the hotel, I got both Susan and Kristy to smoke 

cigarette's for me as I video taped them.  I put the women in various 

poses, but the one I liked best was where I had them stand, legs 

spread, with their hands on their hips.   Each woman had a cigarette 

dangling from their red lips.   I don't know why I've always found 

beautiful women smoking cigarettes so erotic, I just accepted it.  Susan 

and Kristy accepted it, too.  



We talked about what happened today.  A major bridge had not only 

been crossed, the bridge was destroyed.   The women were dead 

serious about continuing to have sex for money.  So serious that Susan 

said she was thinking about giving up her career for a new career as a 

dancer/prostitute.  The power and the money were very intoxicating to 

her.   It was intoxicating for me, too. 



"Oh, what the hell,"  Susan said, "I'm going to quit my job and do 

dancing and hooking full time.  We have enough money that we'll 

never suffer."



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



"Yes, I'm sure,"  Susan said.  "I've never had so much fun as I have 

this week and this week has been nothing but sexual excess after 

sexual excess.  Tonight, I became a prostitute and I found it to be as 

natural as breathing--it is something I have to do."



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



"Yes.  I wouldn't be happy there anymore, Mark,"  Susan said. "I 

finally found out what I was meant to be--a whore."



"Kristy, what about you?"  I asked.



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



"So it's settled?"  I asked.



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



"Then hookers and dancers you'll be,"  I said.  "I love it, too, by the 

way.  I just wanted to be sure you were sure before I approached you 

with this idea."



"What idea?"  Kristy asked.



"This idea,"  I said.



I explained that tonight was just a rush and if they wanted to make 

more money and not get worn out doing so, they had to pick their 

spots when we got back.  I told them it was inherently unsafe for them 

to go into bars and pickup men--sooner or later a bartender would 

either turn them in to the police or want a cut of their take.  The safest 

way was to take it slowly at first--pick up men who offered money 

first, but only after they had seen the man several times and turned 

them down at least once. They could either have sex or not have sex.  

They would get money either way.   I said whatever money they made 

was theirs to keep.



"You've really got this all thought out," Susan said, "is that what you 

were doing tonight while you waited for us?  Hmm?"



"Well, no.  I nearly got raped by the waitress in that bar--she turned 

out to be the owner,"  I joked, "I only had a few minutes to think about 

it."



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

about growth?"



"Growth is up to you two,"  I said.  "If you actually reach your limit--

demand exceeds supply--you're faced with a choice:  Do you want to 

open the business to other people, or do you simply keep it small?  It's 

something that you have to decide when the time comes.  It would 

seem being a prostitute is not as simple as fucking for money, no?"



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



"I want to do it as Mark say's... except for tomorrow night... I would 

like to show both of you one more place--it is your last night in town, 

Mark, please?"  Kristy frowned.



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

hand.



"I'm just going to miss you, that's all,"  Kristy said.  "I have fallen in 

love with both of you, you know?"



"I know, Kristy.  I'm going to miss you, too.  This week has been 

unbelievable, to say the least."  I said as I lightly kissed Kristy's cheek.



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



"Well, let's get really slutty like we did tonight.  We'll go back to the 

same bar where we started tonight," Kristy explained. "We'll hook 

some from there.  After a while we'll go to this bar down Ocean View 

that is basically a submarine bar.  The place is pretty wild.  It's safe, 

too.  If we go in dressed as we were dressed tonight, we'll get 

thousands of dollars--and we might even get a group thing going.  

Bubbleheads are nasty."



Susan and I broke up.  I could not stop laughing, "Kristy, I'm a 

bubblehead--I was on submarines when I was in the Navy!"



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



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



We talked more about the business we were going to form, then we 

showered and went to bed.  I lay awake for about an hour thinking 

about the things I had seen in the last five day's.  Lesbian sex, gang 

bang's, lesbian gang bang's, hooking, it was incredible.  So much had 

happened.  I fell asleep with the sight of Susan seductively smoking a 

cigarette in my mind--my wife, the whore.




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


     "Thanks for letting me sleep in,"  I said as I walked into the living room of our suite.  It was noon, the sun was shining brightly, and I felt great.  Susan and Kristy were sitting on the sofa, drinking coffee and watching television.  "How are you guy's today?"
     "Good afternoon, your highness,"  Susan said in a playful tone.
     "Fine, Mark,"  said Kristy.
     "Did you all think about what we talked about last night?"  I asked.
     "Yes, I still think it's a good idea.  I really love being a whore, Mark,"  Susan answered in that tone again.  "I'm just a little nervous about the boob job, that's all."  
     "I'm sorry, honey.  I wish I could be there with you,"  I apologized.
     "It's all right, Mark.  I'm not worried about that, I'm worried about not having sex for three weeks,"  Susan said with a half grin. "After this week, it is going to seem like I am lost in a desert."
     "It'll go fast, honey,"  I said. "Just think, Kristy will be with us.   It'll be great!"
     "I promise I won't work until we can work together, Susie,"  Kristy said. 
     "Thanks, honey,"  Susan said to Kristy.  
     "So, what's on the agenda, today?"  I asked.  
     "Buyin' clothes, eatin' pussy, suckin' cock, fuckin' for dollars,"  Kristy said causing both Susan and I to burst out with laughter.
     "Yeah, that's what you two have been doing all right,"  I said as I laughed.  
     "Speaking of buying clothes," Susan added, "we better get going, don't you think?"
     "Yeah, but I was just thinking of that delicious twat you own,"  Kristy said as she licked her lips.
     "When we get back, babe, we'll do each other, suck Mark's cock, and have him shoot cum into our mouths,"  Susan said as she kissed Kristy hard on the mouth.
     "That sounds nice, ladies!"  I said as the two women kissed me.
     "See you around five, Mark,"  Susan said as she and Kristy left for their shopping trip.

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

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

     Susan and Kristy awoke me in a very nice way -- my first sight was a blonde pussy with a long red-nailed finger working in and out.   
     "Watch us, Mark,"  Susan said. 
     Susan dropped to her knees, spreading Kristy's legs as she descended.   Her fingers spread Kristy's pussy wide.  At my angle, I could clearly see Kristy's hard clitoris.  Susan, moving closer to Kristy's cunt said, "I'm going to lick this blonde whore's clit."   
     Susan's tongue flicked lightly, but incredibly fast on Kristy's clit's gleaming head.  Kristy was holding Susan's head by a handful of hair and was moaning very softly.  Kristy's hips moved almost imperceptibly at first then their movement increased to a fever pitch.  Kristy took one of her own breasts to her lips then managed to suck on a nipple as she had a powerful orgasm.       Kristy pulled Susan up to a standing position.  Kristy licked her own juice from my wife's lips.   
     "On your back, whore!"  Kristy issued a command to my wife. 
     "Yes, mistress,"  Susan said as she lay down on the floor.   "Your next command?"
     "Spread your legs so we can see where hundreds of cocks have been and will be,"  Kristy was clearly in charge today -- this was new.
     Susan spread her legs.  "Spread your cunt lips, whore!" Kristy commanded. 
     Susan spread the lips of her pussy wide.  "I'm going to eat your whoring cunt. Keep your lips spread!"  Kristy dove into Susan's pussy with a vigor Susan had not yet experienced.  
     "Oh yes, mistress!  Oh, yes!  Lick my whore pussy!  Please, don't stop, mistress!"  Susan cried.
     Orgasm was quick for Susan, but Kristy continued issuing commands,  "Whore, get on your knees!"
     Susan complied.  "Worship your husband's cock!" Kristy ordered.
     Susan pulled down my shorts and underwear.  As my penis sprang free, Susan took a handful of her hair, wrapped it around my cock and began sliding her hand up and down the cockshaft.       "Put your whore mouth on the head of your husband's cock.  Keep stroking until he is ready to come!" Kristy commanded.  
     The feeling of soft curls of hair moving up and down the length of the my penis was incredible.       I was nearing orgasm when Kristy said, "Remove your mouth, whore."
     On my cock, Kristy's mouth replaced Susan's hungry mouth.  "Keep stroking his cock, whore!"  Kristy ordered as she momentarily removed my cock from her mouth.
     I started coming into Kristy's mouth with great spurts of cum.  Cum leaked from Kristy's mouth and got on the hair that Susan had wrapped around my cock.  Susan continued pumping until I was spent.  
     Kristy grabbed Susan by the hair, pulled her hair back, then forced Susan to open her mouth.  Kristy then dribbled cum from her mouth into my wife's mouth.  "Swallow, whore!" Kristy commanded after her mouth was empty.  
     I leaned back on the couch as Kristy gently released her grip on Susan's hair then kissed her deeply.  
     I was stunned.  Kristy had briefly shown this side when she and Susan performed at their first bachelor party together, but today she had immersed herself in the role of dominatrix.  Kristy played the role of dominatrix as if she had been dying to do something like this for a long time.       "Kristy, thank you, I love you,"  Susan said as she rested her head on Kristy's shoulder.  
     "l love you, Susie,"  Kristy said as the two women kissed tenderly.  
     "What do you know?  Sue is submissive,"  I said smirking. "I would have guessed that it would have been the other way around."
     "I am submissive, Mark,"  Susan said,  "I can be whatever I need to be.  Kristy is more aggressive than me with women.  How did you like your hair job?"
     "I loved it, Sue,"  I said.  "This was fantastic.  Do you mind doing this again--next time, in full costume when we get home?
     "Not at all, honey,"  Susan said.
     "When did you two come up with this?"  I asked with a huge grin.
     "In the car, on the way back here,"  Susan said. "It was my idea."
     "Wow!" Was all I could say.
     The three of us showered, ate, then sat naked talking while waiting for tonight's activities to begin.
     "Why do you think of yourselves  as whores now?"  I asked 
     Surprisingly, Kristy answered first,  "In my case, I used to think of a whore as a woman who fucks indiscriminately.  By that definition, I don't fit--I choose who I fuck.  Instead, I think of `whore' as an attitude where I know I'm going out to get fucked and I don't care who knows I'm going to get fucked because I want to get to fucked.  I'm going to look like I want to get fucked.  I'm going to act like I want to get fucked, and I'm going to be paid for fucking."
     Susan answered next, "Kristy and I talked about this today and I know I feel pretty much the same way, but I'll elaborate.  In the past, you have known me as a person who was pretty shy about expressing my sexual needs.   All that time, I probably wondered what it might be 
like to simply go out and get what I wanted when I wanted.  I may not have known it consciously.  It was buried deep inside like your fantasy about seeing me smoke.  You wanted it, but you were afraid to express it because you  didn't want to hurt me.  Similarly, in the last few months, I have faced my deepest, darkest feelings about sex.  One by one, I conquered my fears to the point that all fears have fallen away.   It left me free to express myself in a completely sexual way by not 
putting on any acts.  Those fears kept me from enjoying sex at the most primal level, an animalistic level where there is predator and prey.  Taking money, explicitly for sex, for me was the last taboo I had to face in order to reach that level.  Being a whore is experiencing sex 
at the primal level, where the drive to have sex takes precedence over the taboos placed on sex by society.  In that respect, I am a whore, plain and simple.  Now that I have reached that level, I am never going back.  It is just too important to not ever experience sex again with reservation.  I am a whore."
     "Thanks Susie,"  Kristy said,  "that was perfect."
     "Wow,"  I said,  "I never knew, Susan.  I'm sorry, but I never knew."
     "I know, Mark."  Susan said.  "It's not anyone's fault.  Your question about fantasies was the key that led me to realize who I am in a sexual way.  I know now that I am a whore."
     "In my case, both of you were the key to my shedding inhibitions.  I saw what you had--how open and free you both are with sex and it made me want to be that way, too.  Being a whore was something I ran from for the longest time.  Now, I'm free not to run." Kristy explained.
     "Besides, being this new whore is incredibly exciting.  I am now always in a state of sexual readiness."  Susan said as she and Kristy smiled at each other.  
     "We're like 'sexual beings' y'know," Kristy said in a valley girl accent that had us all laughing hysterically.  
     "So, do you mind if call you 'my whores'?"  I laughed.
     "No, not at all,"  Susan said smiling.  "I just can't wait to be a big titted whore."
     We all laughed as we got up and watched television for an hour.  I got dressed first, then it was the ladies turn.
     "We're going to shock you, tonight, Mark,"  Kristy said as she and Susan went into the bedroom.

     Forty-five minutes later, Susan came strutting out of the bedroom.  While my amazement continued over the transformations the two women went through preparing for their nights out, I was not at all prepared for what I was about to see.  
     Susan wore a long black leather jacket--the kind where the collar came up really high.  Susan styled her hair as it was last night, but bigger, more fully fluffed.  Susan wore large, gold hoop earrings that really made her look like the whore she wanted to be.  Her eyes simply melted my knees.  Her eyes were dark, smoky, and on fire.  Her lips were dark red and as she raised her hands to open her coat, I saw she had her long nails painted to match her dark red lips.   She slowly opened up her coat, then suddenly threw it off.  There she was.   She wore an incredibly short black leather minidress that had a large cutout that exposed most of her breasts, torso, and came to a point about six inches below her belly button.  There was only about eight inches of skirt between the bottom of the cutout and the hem of the skirt.  
     "Like what you see?"  Susan teased as she flashed her pantyless pussy at me.   Like last night, her garter was visible and held up black lace stockings.  On her feet were black, very high heeled pumps.  "Ultra FMP's,"  Susan said.  "Fuck Me Pumps."   
     Susan clapped her hands twice and out came Kristy.  
     Kristy's long blonde hair was big, just like Susan's.  Her hair bounced as she strutted toward me.  I noticed that Kristy, like Susan before her, wore large, gold hoop earrings.  Her blue eyes burned with desire.  Her makeup was dark.  She looked as if she was ready for action at any 
moment.  She was dressed completely in white.  She wore a white leather jacket that came to just above her waist.  Her white leather minidress was just as short as Susan's.  Her white lace stockings and white leather garters were visible.  She wore white platform, thigh-high leather boots on her feet.  As I took in this sight, she ripped off her jacket.  The top of her minidress was completely see through. There was only a sheer white nylon top, nothing else.  Her breasts 
were completely visible.  
     "Well, what do you think of your two whores?"  Kristy said as she took out a cigarette from her white leather purse, lit it and let it hang from her lips.
     I was speechless.  This was just too erotic for me.  My heart was pumping extremely hard.  
     "Looks like hubby has a hard-on,"  Kristy said to Susan as she took a deep drag on her cigarette, inhaled and let it out.
     The smoke wafting through her hair was too much and I came spontaneously without ever touching myself.   I collapsed back on the couch and nearly passed out.   
     Kristy crushed out her cigarette as she and Susan rushed toward me.   They asked me if I was all right.  I nodded that I was and pointed to my pants.  
     "My god, Susie!"  Kristy said in amazement, "He came in his pants and we never touched him!"
     "He's never done this before, Kristy!" Susan said.  "We must be hot!"
     When I could talk, I told Susan and Kristy that I had never seen two more beautiful women in my life.  I went back to the bedroom, changed clothes, then the three of us left through the lobby.  We drove to a different motel in Little Creek where I got two more rooms for business purposes.        When I got back to the car, I found both women in the back seat.  So hot were they for their second night of hooking that they were finger fucking each other. 
     "Mark, we're so hot for cocks!"  Susan said breathlessly as she and Kristy continued to finger each other.  "Please hurry and get us to the bar!"  
     We would use a different approach tonight.  I would go into the bar first, then at ten minute intervals Kristy and Susan would go to work.  The women were still fingering each other as I closed the car door in the parking lot of the first bar.  I sat down at a table that would give 
me a good view of the bar.  The owner of the bar--the waitress from last night--came up from behind me.
      Back again?  You just can't leave a good thing alone, can you?"  She asked as she deposited a Heineken in front of me.  
     "I guess not," I said as I smiled then sipped my beer.  
     The waitress then left me to my own devices.  I surveyed the scene and listened to the music.  I checked out the band and noted they had a female lead singer who was really good.  The place was packed except for the bar.  More sailors than last night I noted.  Right at ten minutes after I sat down, in walked Kristy.  
     Heads turned immediately and one guy, clearly stunned said, "Whoa!  Check that out!"
     Kristy had opened her white leather jacket on the way to taking a seat.  
     The waitress did a double take, shook her head and continued to wait on customers.  Doubtless, as Kristy moved, stunned men noticed her top was completely see through and that she was naked underneath.  
     As Kristy sat, she turned so that a few guys would get a partial view of at least one breast.   She opened her purse then took out a gold cigarette case.  She opened the cigarette case, took a cigarette from it, then leaned to the man seated two seats away and asked if he had a light.  
     He fumbled with his lighter, then finally lit Kristy's cigarette.  The guy was clearly stunned by the beautiful woman before him. 
     I noticed the owner was looking at me watching this scene so I slowly but deliberately focused on the band.  When I turned to look again--after about a minute--Kristy and the man were gone.
     "Did you manage to hold your load this time?"  the waitress asked as she let her hand run across my crotch.  
     "Yeah," I said.
     "I guess we'll be seeing her partner any minute now."  The waitress said.  "I don't want you hitting on those whores, Mark.  If you're a good boy, I'll put a show on for you that will have you coming back for the next month."
     "Really?"  I asked as Susan walked in.  
     "Yeah." Said the waitress.    
     I shifted my gaze to Susan.
     "Those two whores are dripping in money.  I know they're slumming now.  That coat has to cost at least a thousand dollars."  The waitress said as she deposited another beer in front of me.
     "Are you trying to get me drunk?"  I asked smiling.
     "I won't tell if you won't,"  the waitress answered then left as the band went on break.
     Susan unbuttoned her coat then sat down.  Like Kristy, she turned to show a few guys some skin.  Susan then took out a gold cigarette case like Kristy's, removed a cigarette, put it on her lips, then took out a gold lighter.  She lit her cigarette, drew deeply, inhaled deeply, then 
blew the smoke out quickly into the air.  As she returned her lighter to her purse, the lead singer of the band approached Susan with a smile.   
     The singer sat down next to Susan.  Susan offered her a cigarette.  As the singer lightly touched my wife's hand, Susan lit the cigarette.   
     Two minutes later, they left through the kitchen.  My wife was entertaining her first female customer.   
     The singer returned about fifteen minutes later.  Her clothes were now rearranged.   Susan 
returned about a minute later and sat down to wait for another customer.  
     The waitress returned then sat down across the table from me.  "I guess she's bi, eh?" she commented.
     "I guess so,"  I said.  
     "That's the first time I have ever seen a woman pick up a hooker,"  the waitress added.  "I might go for her later myself!"  
     Kristy entered just as Susan was leaving with two young sailors.  
     "Come out back with me, Mark."  The waitress said as she stood and took my hand.  
     We went out the kitchen into a little closet where I received a sloppy blowjob.  I wasn't really into it, but she wanted me to shoot on her face. I did as asked.  
     On the way back to my table, I bumped in to Kristy.   She had picked up the lead singer, too.
     After a couple more customers each, I signaled to Susan that it was time to leave.  As I got up, the waitress stopped me and invited me to come back later for a fuck.  I said I would knowing full well I was not ever coming back to that bar--this trip at least.  The plan was for the ladies to turn one more trick apiece then I would meet them at the motel.   I drove off to wait for them at the motel.  
     Susan arrived first with a very tall man dressed in biker colors.  They entered the room.  In a minute the lights went out.   
     Kristy came back with three guys about ten minutes later.   About twenty minutes later, 
the biker left Susan's room.  Ten minutes later, Susan got into the car.   
    "How's business?"  I asked with a smile. 
    "Oh, God, Mark, this is such a turn on.  I have never felt so alive in my life.  I'm fucking people I do not even know for money.  It's incredible!"  Susan said.
     "How was the lead singer?" I asked as I looked at my beautiful wife.
     "She just wanted me to let her eat my pussy,"   Susan said smiling from ear to ear.  "She was good.  I bet she's a lesbian."
     "I bet she is, too." I answered.  "Shortly after you had her, she picked up Kristy."
     "Really? Susan asked.  "Wow!  Is Kristy in her room?"
     "Yeah,"  I said looking at the room. "She went in there with three guys a little while ago."  
     "Three?" Susan asked with a shocked look.  "Boy, she's hot.  She's a good whore!"
     Five minutes later, Kristy's customers drove off in their car.  Twenty minutes later, Kristy joined us.
     "Sorry I took so long.  I had to take a quick shower.  One of the guys came on my tits."  Kristy explained as she got into the car.  
     "No problem, babe,"  Susan said before they kissed.
     As we drove off, the women counted their earnings.   In three hours, they had earned well over a thousand dollars each.  They gave the money to me to keep for them.  
     Kristy directed me to a bar about two miles down the road.  We had to park across the street.  "Susie and I should go in together, here."  Kristy said.  "The place is guaranteed to be packed with sailors.  You go in first, Mark.   You're going to want to see this place first.  When 
we come in, watch the sailors reaction."  
     "Okay."  I said.  "Have a good time, ladies."
     I went into the bar.  Kristy was right.  The place was packed with sailors all right, around fifty of them I guessed.  There was no band, but there was loud rock music coming from  speakers on the walls around the bar.   I grabbed a seat at a table by  three pool tables.  A waitress took my order and returned with a beer.   Just as I took my first sip of beer, in walked Susan and Kristy.   The women entered and strutted straight to the bar.  They took off their coats and the place 
went crazy.  Other than a few waitresses they were the only women in the bar.  
     "Lock the door, it's party time."   Said a voice over the stereo.  
     A bouncer went to the door and turned the lock.  Kristy and Susan lit cigarettes, sat down and were approached by the bartender.  They said something to each other, then the bartender announced over the stereo, "One hundred per man, per load.  You must use a rubber.  Ballast 
party!"
     The women kissed each other hard.  "The lines forms at the back pool table. Pay the man with the long hair in the back."
     In no time flat, men were handing me hundred dollar bills, fifty's, twenty's, and ten's by the handful.  Susan and Kristy each removed their dresses then took on whoever wanted them--on the pool tables.   
     It was incredible.  One man at a time for each woman.  It was very orderly but Susan and Kristy were having orgasm after orgasm.  When one man finished, another took his place. The women frequently changed positions on the green felt.  I just sat there and watched the most beautiful women I had ever seen.  They got fucked by about fifty men.  I did not keep track, but most men went twice.  Some went three times.  Four hours later, two thoroughly fucked women rose from the pool tables and slowly got dressed.  
     As they sat down I asked them if minded my giving the house a tip.  They said they didn't as each women smoked a cigarette.    I tipped the bartender around one thousand dollars and bought the house a beer. 
     Susan and Kristy could barely walk as we crossed the street.  The women got into the back seat together.  After I started to drive away, I gave the money to the women and asked, "How was that?"
     Kristy looked up, "Unbelievable, Mark.  Unbelievable."  
     "I have never felt so free in my life,"  Susan said.  "It was one continuous orgasm.  We have to make plans to come back here again."
     "Uh huh,"  Kristy said.
     "How much money did you make?"  I asked.  
     About ten minutes later, Kristy said, "A lot. I'm losing count."
     "I tipped the house around a thousand and bought the bar a beer." I said.  
     "That's okay,"  Susan said.  "My pussy is sore."
     "Mine, too,"  Kristy said.
     Two minutes later, I noticed Susan and Kristy were asleep.  
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