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



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Crossings, Chapter Fourteen





We arrived home at about noon the next day.  The ladies went 

right to work on their ad.  While they worked, I talked to them 

about it.  



"You really are cock hungry, aren't you, Susan?"  I asked.



"I just want more huge black cocks, honey,"   Susan explained.  

"When I fuck a black man, I find it incredibly exciting."  



"What about me?"  I asked showing some insecurity.  



"Honey, don't worry about it.  You're still the best.  It's just a 

fantasy thing with me.  Like right now, I'm thinking of feeding a 

black cock into Kristy's mouth while I have one in my ass and 

one in my cunt."  



"I find it exciting, too.  I just remembered when you said you 

would feel strange placing a personal ad."  I said.



"I remember it, too.  I still feel strange."  Susan said smiling.  

"The benefits outweigh the strangeness."



"Okay."  I said.  "If it's black cocks you want.  It's black cocks 

you'll get."



"Do you need me to go grocery shopping?"  I asked.



"No, in a few minutes, we'll go upstairs, change then go."  Kristy 

said.  "I'm hoping to run into Joanne.  I'm going to wear a little 

nearly transparent top just to see what happens."



"You really think you're going to get Joanne?"   Susan asked.  



"I haven't been wrong yet about a woman."  Kristy said matter of 

factly.  "Besides, it's fun to watch the men fall all over 

themselves, too.  Are you going to dress to distress, Susie?"



"Sure!  Why not?  It'll be fun!"  Susan answered.



About five minutes later, the ladies went upstairs to change.   I 

was sitting at the kitchen table eating a sandwich when they 

returned.   



Susan was made-up to the teeth again.  Not trashy, but very, 

very sexy.  He hair was up, piled on top of her head.  She wore 

large hoop earrings.   She was really showing off her assets, 

though.  She wore a nearly see through yellow tank top that was 

extremely tight--her nipples were very noticeable.  The tank top 

was tucked into yet another pair of skin-tight blue jeans.  She 

wore yellow platform high heels with ankle straps.  Kristy left her 

hair down and was equally as pleasing to the eye.   She wore a 

thin white silk blouse that had only three of the seven buttons 

buttoned.   The blouse was cinched at the waist with a think 

black belt.  She wore black, skin-tight leggings and black high-

heeled ankle boots.  I congratulated them on their look and 

wished them luck with Joanne.  They left and I finished my 

sandwich.   About two hours later, Kristy bubbled through the 

door, "She's coming here Monday afternoon for coffee!  She 

couldn't keep her eyes off our tits.  I knew it!"



"I'm glad your hunting trip was successful!"  I said as I went out 

to help with the groceries.



"Mark, I saw David.  He hit on me again."  Susan said. "He was 

waiting for his wife as we walked her to her car."  



"What happened?"  I asked.  "Nothing.  He was just his usual 

smarmy self.  I thought about what happened last night and 

decided that even if he paid, he was getting nothing.  Your 

friends are off limits."



"Thanks! I was wondering about that myself."  I said. 



After putting the groceries away the ladies had to get ready to go 

to work.  They came back down, kissed me good-bye, then as 

they went out the door I said, "Don't forget to talk to Deirdre."  



"All right, honey!"  Kristy said.



At around midnight, Susan called saying that they were bring 

Deirdre home with them.  They'd work with her tomorrow 

morning and afternoon.  I made a comment about that being all

they wanted to do with her.  Susan straightened me out fast.   She 

said that Deirdre was a virgin and that she was saving herself 

for marriage.  I didn't question it, but thought it was admirable 

that a virgin could flash her pussy at strange men.  I asked how 

that subject came up.   Susan said it came up when they talked 

backstage about boyfriends.   Some of the other dancers tease 

her a bit. Susan said that she and I would have the night alone 

together.  She and Kristy agreed that Kristy should sleep in her 

room tonight and that Deirdre would sleep in the guest room.  I 

said it was fine with me.  I'd wait up.  



At about two-thirty, the three of them arrived.  I went down to 

meet them.  



"Hi!" I introduced myself.  "I'm Mark, Susan's husband.  I believe 

we met at the club the other night."



"Hi!  I'm Deirdre.  You gave me the big tip last week, right?"  

She asked.



"I'm one of them.  We talked about how you wanted to learn 

from Susan and Kristy, remember, now?"  I asked.



"Yes!  I do!" She said excitedly.  "Thanks!  I really appreciate 

your letting Sue know."



"No problem!"  I answered then I kissed Susan hello.  



Susan asked if anyone wanted anything to drink.  Nobody 

wanted anything, but they were all tired, so I suggested we get to 

know each other better tomorrow.  Susan showed Deirdre her to 

her room, then joined me in bed.



"It's nice to have you all to myself tonight, Mark."  Susan said as 

she slid under the covers.  



"Yes, it is."  I answered as I kissed Susan.  "As much as I love 

Kristy, it's nice to have my wife with me alone.  I love you, 

Susan."



"I love you, too, Mark."  We kissed again, then made love.  



We awoke the next morning, still in each other's arms to the 

smell of french toast cooking in the kitchen.  We washed up.  On 

the way out the door of the bedroom, Susan said, "I love you, 

Mark.  You're the best thing in the world that has ever happened 

to me.  Please, Mark.  Don't be afraid you're going to lose me.  

I'm yours for life."  



"I'm yours for life, too, Sue."  I kissed her then we headed 

downstairs.



Over Kristy's great french toast, the ladies talked about dancing.  

Kristy told Deirdre about self confidence and the importance of 

perfection in every move on stage.  Next, she told Deirdre about 

being professional, "You're a performer, Deirdre.  While I 

haven't seen it in you, yet,  you must never act like you expect 

to be tipped.  You need to perform with energy, passion, and 

enjoyment.  You must act like you enjoy what you're doing even 

when you would rather be ten-thousand miles away.   Believe 

me.  Those are the most important factors.  Men do not like 

tipping dead-assed dancers.  They feel ripped off.  Please, 

whatever happens to you in dancing, know that professionals 

rise to the top."



"I will."  Deirdre said.  "You two look like you're having so much 

fun out there.  It's catchy."



"Thanks!"  Susan said. "We are having fun."  



"Mark do you mind cleaning up the dishes?  We need to get to 

work?" Kristy asked.



"No, not at all.  Y'all have fun."  I said.  I'm watching the game 

after I shoot some baskets."



About four hours later, Deirdre left and thanked Susan and 

Kristy for their help.  They made plans to do it again when their 

schedules permitted.   Susan and Kristy then set out composing 

their ad.  They used ads in the magazine they selected for 

examples.



"BiSWF blonde 36D-23-35, BiMWF brunette 36D-23-34, want 

well endowed, clean, HIV- (proof required) SBM or MBM, the 

more the merrier, for fun and games.  No pro's.  Husband likes 

to watch, tape, participate. Nude photo req."



"What do you think of it?"  Susan asked.  



"You're the ad pro,"  I joked.  "Looks good to me". 



They called the ad in.  It would run tomorrow and for the next 

month.  "I really want black cocks!"  Susan said.



"I like them, too."  Kristy said as she kissed Sue  lightly.  



Not much went on for the rest of the day.   That night, the ladies 

wanted to go out on a cock hunt.  They chose a heavy metal bar 

in a nearby town.   Since I had to go to work in the morning, I 

decided not to go.  I asked them to tape the action for me.  I 

wished I could go because the ladies really looked hot.   Kristy 

had her hair done like a heavy metal goddess--big.  She 

dressed entirely in black leather except for a red silk blouse that 

she had purposely left unbuttoned to the last button, but cinched 

at the waist with a black belt.  She wore extremely high heels.   

Susan wore her hair big as well.  She wore a black Lycra 

miniskirt with black stockings held up with a black garter--and 

no panties.  She wore black high heels just like Kristy's.  



They kissed me goodnight.  I wished them good hunting.   



The next morning, I awoke to find Susan and Kristy curled up 

with each other next to me in the bed.   I didn't know what time 

they had gotten in as I slept very soundly.   All day at work, I 

wondered just what happened last night.  Moreover, I had 

another thing to wonder about--Joanne, my friend's wife was 

going to come to house for coffee and apparently whatever else 

might happen.  



Due to traffic being lighter than usual, I arrived home about ten 

minutes earlier than normal.  As I pulled around to the back of 

the house, I noticed that Joanne's car was still in the driveway, 

so I parked on the grass.   Figuring something might be going on,  

I quietly got out of my car, then entered the house through the 

garage door.  In the kitchen, I could hear nothing.  There were 

empty coffee cups on the table.  I quietly walked upstairs.  I 

slowly opened the bedroom door thinking that I would see three 

nude women--one of whom did not know  that I knew any 

seduction might have been planned--but only saw a perfectly made 

bed.  I changed clothes, figuring the ladies were not home, then 

went downstairs to the workout room.   There they were.  Three 

women, sweating and panting.  They were lifting weights.  It 

turned out that yes, Kristy was right, Joanne had harbored 

bisexual fantasies.  It had also turned out that Kristy wasn't at all 

attracted to Joanne because she was the wife of one of my 

friends, she just wanted to know.   I was happy that nothing had 

happened.



Later, after dinner, Susan and Kristy gave me the tape they 

made the night before.  They told me they didn't do anything at 

the club, either... that it was boring because I wasn't there.   In 

watching the tape, they got hit on, but they just weren't into it.   

They tried, but decided to leave early.



"It was boring, Mark."  Susan said.  "There were all these drunk, 

smelly guys listening to music that was being performed badly.  

We were there for only about an hour then we left."



"It's probably just because it was Sunday night."  I said.



"Yeah, probably."  Kristy nodded.



"Hey, cheer up!"  I said.  "You've still got your ad, right?"  



"Yeah, we do, we just wanted some last night."  Susan pouted.  

"You were even asleep when we got home."  



"Sorry!"  I said sheepishly.  



The three of us headed upstairs where we fucked until dinner 

burned.



The rest of the next two weeks, were surprisingly very normal 

except the ladies turned tricks Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday 

nights.   The first Friday night, there were no bachelor parties to 

attend, but the second Friday they got several surprises in the 

mail--two business sized manila envelopes.   In each manila 

envelope were responses to the personal ad the two women 

placed.  Some of the responses did not include pictures.  They 

were discarded.   Some of the responses were from white guys 

who were indeed well hung, but weren't black.  Those were 

saved for later.  The majority of responses seemed to be legitimate-- 

from black men with huge cocks.  



"Isn't advertising amazing?"  I asked sarcastically.  "One day 

you wonder where you're going to find enough big black cocks 

for your wife and her girlfriend then, boom!   You let your fingers 

do the walking!"



"Smart ass!"  Susan laughed. 



She and Kristy sorted through the advertisements.  They read 

the letters.  They looked at the pictures.   After they had gone 

through the pile about ten times, they had come up with about 

twenty prospects.   The next step was to really let their fingers 

do the walking--contact.   I suggested the ladies meet the men 

in a nice public place at various times until they settled on the men.   

This way, they could get to know the men and make sure they 

were who they said they were.  



The interview process took about three weeks, during which 

time, the ladies lives at home had pretty much settled into what 

could best be described as routine.   Sunday and Monday were 

pretty much rest days.  They'd workout.  Sunday night, we'd all 

go out to dinner and catch a movie.  I was quite surprised at how 

"normal" things had become.   Some nights, I'd get a call saying 

the ladies would be turning tricks.  The next night we'd be at 

home as if nothing was amiss.  It one wanted to analyze our 

lives, one would have to do it carefully--it could get quite 

schizophrenic.



Finally, the ladies had met all the men.  They had settled on 

fifteen of the twenty they chose to interview.  The ladies wanted 

to throw a party at our house, but I suggested that it might be 

nicer to have a party at a hotel nearby.  We'd rent a suite, have 

dinner served, then the ladies could simply fuck themselves to 

death if they desired.  Fucking themselves to death was an 

option, too--judging from their pictures, there was not a dick 

under ten inches long in the group.  Most were larger than that. 

range, while two were as big, if not bigger than Johns cock from 

the beach.  The ladies telephoned each man to inquire about 

their availability for a party in the near future.  To the man, they 

wanted to attend.  



Susan used her calligraphy talents to hand-scribe invitations to 

the fifteen men.  They went out in the mail.   The party was set 

for three weeks in the future, on a Friday.   The party would be 

formal, black tie function.   Initially, we thought we'd have the 

hotel cater the party but settled on them providing hors 

d'oeuvres and drinks.   This way, we could make sure the party 

would remain private.  



Susan and Kristy, in the meantime, were still hooking when 

possible.  The money was rolling in.  They were very happy. The 

ladies did one bachelor party--no sex, just two women. The 

ladies seemed to be getting more heavily into flashing as time 

went on.  They would go shopping for shoes in miniskirts with no 

panties on then would expose their pussies to the person at their 

feet.  It did not matter if that person was a man or a woman.   

They fucked several shoe salesmen and one sales lady who 

turned them on.   



They were still instructing Deirdre--who was becoming more 

comfortable and more proficient in her dancing.  Her tips went 

up appreciably since her tutoring began.  Kristy thought that 

Deirdre had a crush on Susan. After the BCC--Big Cock 

Convention, as we called it--the women planned to select the 

best lovers from that group to invite back to our house 

occasionally for parties with them their women.  Kristy wanted to 

invite some dancers and their boyfriends over to see what 

happened.  Me?  I was taking it all in and loving every minute of 

it.   I had the two most beautiful women I had ever seen sleeping 

with me nearly every night. I did not care that they enjoyed sex 

with other people.  I got more than my share of sex.  I was in 

heaven. 



As the date of the BCC drew near, the ladies were always horny.  

I would often come home to find them going at each other with a 

double headed dildo or one fucking the other with a strap on 

dildo.  They soon abandoned the double headed dildo because it 

was impossible for both women to get pleasure from it at the 

same time.  Still, sex seemed to be the center of their universe.  

Nearly everything these women did in the time leading up to the 

party had some kind of sexual connection.   They seemed to be 

in a state of sexual bliss.  When they wanted sex, they got it 

from me, themselves, or whoever was available that turned 

them on.  One night we gathered around a fire in the party room 

and estimated that since Susan picked up the two men at the 

airport that snowy day, she had been with over two-hundred men 

and twenty women.  



Body piercing.  It seemed as if something like this was bound to 

happen.  One day, about a week before the BCC,  Susan 

approached me about the possibility of her getting her pussy lips 

pierced.  One of the dancers at the club had hers pierced and 

said it really felt great against her jeans.   I said I didn't 

particularly find pierced pussy lips that attractive, that it lent an 

extremely hard-core bent to sex.   Same way about tattoo's.  

Susan has always  known that I do not find tattooed women 

attractive at all--no matter what the tattoo.   Luckily, neither 

Susan nor Kristy got pierced or tattooed.   Still, it marked a 

change in their attitudes.  I remembered when our son called 

from college wanting permission to get his ear pierced.  We 

allowed him to get his ear pierced, but Susan wasn't happy 

about it.  It was as if she after a new thrill all the time.  I decided 

to talk to both women about it.



"Susan, I don't know how to approach this subject without 

making you think that I disapprove so I'll assure you that I do not 

disapprove.  I just want to find out what you're thinking so I can 

understand better"  I said.



"It sounds serious."  Susan said.



"It's not serious.  I'm just wondering if you still enjoy sex or if you 

find yourself wanting more and more sex to get that enjoyment?"  

I said.  "For example, do you still get turned on when you 

dance?"



"Most of the time, I'm so hot after dancing that I can't stand it."  

Susan said.  "Remember when I told you I was an exhibitionist?   

Well, at the first bachelor party I did with Kristy, I felt the same 

way as I feel now.  I'm just less able to hide that excitement.  

More sex to reach the level of enjoyment I had before?  No.  I 

just like having more sex than before.  Remember, at the beach 

Kristy and I fucked and sucked nearly everything in sight?  Then 

it was new.   Now it's me.  I just like it."



"Okay, Sue."  I said.  "I just wanted to find out because when 

you asked me about getting your pussy pierced it threw me."



"I understand.  It kind of threw me, too when I first saw one.  It 

was just whim."  Susan said.  "Don't worry.  I'm not going to 

come home one night with tattoo's or pierced.  It's not me.  Sex? 

Well, I love it. I love having sex for money.  I'm a whore."



That was that.   The night before the BCC, Susan and Kristy 

turned three tricks each, two with regulars, one with a new man.  

The new man offered to take both ladies on a trip to the 

Bahamas.  They turned him down.

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