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



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Crossings, Chapter Ten



I awoke  to the sound of suitcases opening.  Susan was packing 

clothes.  Today was the day I was to leave.  "Good Morning, Sue!"  I 

said.  "Sleep well?"



"Good Morning, Mark,"  Susan replied.  "We need to hurry.  Check 

out time is in an hour."



"Oh, yeah."  I said.  "Where's Kristy?"



"I'm in the bathroom,"  Kristy replied.  "Good morning!"



"'Morning, Kristy!"  I called back.



I quickly dressed,  then assisted in packing chores.   Twenty minutes 

later, we finished packing.  Fifteen minutes after that, we drove to 

Kristy's condo.  



"I don't think I'm going to like not having sex for three weeks,"  Susan 

observed. "This week has been magic."



I nodded as I drove.  Kristy, seated in the back seat was being very 

quiet.  "Wake up, Kristy,"  Susan smiled.



"Oh, I'm awake, I'm just zoning out,"  Kristy said.



"What are you thinking about, babe?"  Susan asked.



"Not much,"  Kristy said.  "It's a beautiful day." 



It was a nice day.  



At Kristy's condo, we sat around and talked about what we had done in 

the last week.  Time flew by.  Soon it was time to head to the hospital 

to check Susan in for her breast augmentation surgery the next 

morning.   On the way to the hospital, nobody said anything.  I was 

nervous, Susan was scared, and Kristy was lost in thought.



"It'll be okay, Sue,"  I said as I held her hand.  



"I know.  A lot has happened this week, Mark,"  Susan said.



"That is a colossal understatement,"  I joked.  



"I don't want to go back to my old life, Mark,"  Susan said as tears 

welled up in her eyes.



"Susan, you don't have to go back to your old life.  I thought that was 

clear."  I said.



"I know, it's just that this week has been like a dream.  I never want it 

to end."  Susan said.



"I know.  I don't want it to end, either."  I said as I stopped the car in 

the hospital parking lot.



We got out of the car, walked to the admission's office then it was time 

for me to leave.



"Kristy,"  I said, "You're going to love it with us."



Kristy smiled for the first time in a while, "I know.  I'm going to miss 

you, Mark."



"I'm going to miss you, too, Kristy.  I'll be calling to check on my two 

favorite girls,"  I said.



I kissed Kristy softly on the mouth.  I turned then kissed Susan the 

same way.  



"You better get going, Mark,"  Susan said.



"I know.  You all take care of each other.  I'll see you Monday night at 

home!"  I said.



Both women mouthed, "I love you,"  as I turned to leave.



On the drive home, I thought about what happened during the last 

week at the beach.  I saw my wife do things that most any man would 

have surely gone berserk over.  I had seen my wife change, often very 

quickly, from a woman who just wanted to fulfill my fantasy one night 

to a woman who wanted the thrill of dancing for a roomful of men.  

Next, to a woman who enjoyed group sex beyond belief.  Then to a 

woman who thrilled at lesbian encounters.  Next, to a woman who 

enjoyed interracial sex and large penis'.  Finally, to a woman who sold 

her body.   We came to the beach as a couple.  I left the beach alone 

while my wife was having her breasts enlarged.  My wife and I had 

taken a third person into our lives and made her a part of our family.  

My wife and our new lover want to be exotic dancers when they 

return.  They want to entertain at bachelor parties--primarily because 

there is the possibility of group sex--they want to be paid for that sex, 

too.  My wife and our new lover want to be free to become prostitutes 

when the situation presents itself.   My wife wants to give up a very 

lucrative career to pursue those interests and whatever interests she 

might one day have.  My wife one day called herself a slut and wore 

that label as a badge of honor.   That badge tarnished immediately 

after she had sex for money.  She then called herself a whore and is 

currently wearing that badge as proudly as she is able.   Anyone on the 

outside looking in would think this is insane.  I would have thought it 

was insane four months ago, but now it is reality.  



I pondered reality on the way home.  Susan was living in the "beach" 

reality as effortlessly as she lived the reality of many years of marriage.  

Was this an escape?  Was this really what she wanted the reality at 

home to be?   On the question of escaping, I would say yes.  She had 

escaped from the reality that dictated she would be a "good little girl" 

with a house, two children, and a doting husband,  to one where sex 

for money and the prospect of sexual encounters to come were the 

major driving forces in her life.   Was this really what she wanted?   

She said so many times.  At the beach I had no reason to doubt her 

sincerity.  In the car alone, I still had no reason to doubt her sincerity.  

When I arrived at home, the reality was simpler.   Things had changed 

and the only choice I had was accept those changes because those 

changes came, at least in part because of me.  I was a part of those 

changes.  It was insane because it was reality. 



After I unloaded the car and placed our things upstairs, I telephoned 

Susan at the hospital to let her know that I was home all right.  She 

wanted to know how the house was, then said she couldn't wait for her 

and Kristy to join me at home.   If I had any questions, that was the 

only answer I needed.  The new reality was waiting to come home and 

mesh with the old reality.  Right then, I gave up whatever dreams I 

may have had--and consciously didn't know I had any such thoughts--

of things at home ever returning to the way they were.  I told Susan I 

would start on the modifications to the party room while she was 

recovering and that I would be finished by the time she and Kristy 

came home.  She was excited and said she couldn't wait to host her 

first sex party.  I was excited, too.   After about ten minutes of telling 

me what needed to be done for the next week--some things never 

change--I told her I loved her then I called Kristy to let her know I was 

home all right.



Kristy answered the phone on the second ring, "Hello?"



"Hiya, babe, it's Mark.  I just got home.  I thought I'd call to tell you 

that I can't wait to see Susan and you in a little over a week,"  I said 

enthusiastically.



"I'm glad you're home all right.  I was getting worried,"  Kristy said.  

"I'm just sitting here wondering what my life with you and Susie will 

be like.  Mark, I have to tell you that this all seems too good to be 

true."



"I know it does,"  I said.  "I had pretty much the same thoughts in the 

car driving up here.  In fact, for a moment I thought what happened 

during the week was insane.  I think that's a normal thought.  You 

have nothing to worry about, though.  What we planned is going to 

happen.  It's true."



"Whew!"  Kristy was relieved. "Susie and I were worried that you 

would get hit with a reality blast then change your mind."



"I was hit with a reality blast, Kristy." I said.  "Reality is what is 

happening now.  There is no way Susan and I could ever go back to be 

the people we were, Kristy--it would be a lie.  We'd be hurting 

ourselves and we'd be hurting you.  I know it has all happened very, 

very fast, but Kristy, I love you just like I love Susan--the only 

difference is that I've known Susan much, much longer.  That's the 

only difference.  The reality is that I don't want what the three of us 

have to ever end."



"I'm so glad," Kristy was crying on the other end of the line. "I never 

feel as loved and as happy as I am when I'm with you and Susie.  I was 

so worried, Mark.  I was so worried."



"I know, babe,"  I said.  "Please don't cry."



After about ten more minutes talking about travel plans, furniture, and 

living arrangements, I told Kristy I'd call her tomorrow.



At around ten, I called Susan to wish her luck and to tell her that I 

loved her.  I called Kristy, too--she was incredibly horny.  



"Do you realize this is the first night in a week I haven't had wild, wild 

sex?"  Kristy asked.



"What do you intend to do about it?"  I teased.



"I intend to remain chaste until both Susie and I can ravish you!"  

Kristy said.



"Same here," I said.  "It'll be hard..."



"It'll be wet..."  Kristy interrupted.



"But it'll be ready to..." I said.



"... see you!"  Kristy added.



We laughed.  I told Kristy that I loved her sense of humor.  Kristy said 

she'd be with Susan at the hospital in the morning.  She said she was 

quitting her job tomorrow, "It's not like I need the money right now..."  

to take care of Susan.  



Five minutes later, I was asleep.  



At work the next day, my secretary called, "Mark, 5859, it's your 

wife."



"It's done, darling!  I've got new tits!"  Susan exclaimed.  "When the 

swelling goes down, I'll be a 36D, just like Kristy!"



"How did the operation go?"  I asked her, quite seriously.



"It went great!  The doctor said there would be minimal scarring and 

that my tits would feel completely normal!"  Susan was clearly 

gushing with excitement.



"How do you feel?"  I asked.



"Can't you tell?"  She asked.



"Yeah, I think you're flying on post op painkillers!"  I said.



"You're right!"  Susan nearly yelled into the phone. "What do you 

think?"



"I think it's great, too.  I'm at work, though so I can't really jump and 

down, you know!"  I laughed.



"Okay, but when you see me, you'll be doing more than jumping up 

and down!", Susan said.  "Here, talk to Kristy."



"Hi, Mark,"  Kristy said.  "Susie's stoned out of her mind!"



"I know, I wish I could be there," I said.



"Everything will be okay, I've got everything under control,"  Kristy 

said.  "How was your first night alone?"



"I needed the rest, babe!" I said.  



"Me too!", Kristy answered.  "Susie wants to talk to you, now.  Take 

care, I love you!"



"I love you, too!" I answered.



"Mark, this is great!"  Susan said.



"I know it is, honey!"  I said.  "You be sure to do what the doctors and 

nurses tell you, all right?"



"I will!" Susan answered.  "I love you!"



"I love you, too!"  I answered  wife. 



I was relieved the surgery went well.   I found myself fantasizing about 

my wife's breasts for the rest of the day.  



When I got home, I made dinner, ate, then called Susan at the 

hospital.   She wasn't so beside herself with joy, now.   She said her 

breasts hurt but she'd be getting pain medication soon.  I asked if she'd 

seen her new breasts, yet.  She told me she only had small bandages 

covering only the incision sites.   Susan said she'd have to wear a bra 

for support for a while but the doctor told her that exercise could help 

delay the forces of gravity.  I told her that I'd be setting up the business 

tomorrow but I needed to know what to call it.    Susan said, how 

about "L&L Entertainment" for "Leather and Lace".   I said I'd ask 

Kristy, too.  Susan said the food was horrible.  I laughed.



I called Kristy right after I got off the phone with Susan.   I asked her 

about the corporation's name and she agreed with "L&L 

Entertainment".   Kristy had quit her job as she planned and was 

anxious to put an end to her relationship with her boyfriend.  We 

talked a while longer.   She was looking forward to her new life and 

couldn't wait to come home.  I reassured her by telling her that Susan 

and I loved very much and wanted her with us.  I had to wonder what 

this was like on her--she was uprooting her life to move in with people 

she met only days earlier.   Kristy said she only worried about material 

things--she wanted to keep her own bed.   I laughed and told her that I 

miss my bed, too when I'm out of town.   



The next day, Kristy picked up Susan from the hospital and returned 

to Kristy's condo.  Kristy left her side only to go to the base to meet her 

boyfriends ship where Kristy broke up with him.   Susan said Kristy 

was taking it pretty well.  I couldn't help but wonder how her ex-

boyfriend was taking it.   I asked Kristy about it.   She explained at 

first he was stunned, then he accepted the fact that their relationship 

was over.  



At home, at night, I was modifying the basement's party room 

according to my plans.   Everything went like clockwork.  I gave the 

system a test Friday night.  Everything worked perfectly.   I modified 

the design so that it incorporated floor to ceiling one-way mirrors that 

ran the length of the room.  



Susan had scheduled movers to come for Kristy's belongings Monday 

afternoon. Susan and Kristy were to arrive Monday evening.  Her 

furniture was to be put in storage in our area, but her bed, television, 

stereo and other selected items were to be delivered to our house 

Tuesday afternoon.   Susan was feeling really well, now.  She suffered 

almost no pain except when she accidentally touched her breasts too 

hard.



By Saturday, everything at home was done.  The room was finished.  It 

looked great.  I had added track lighting to the ceiling along the 

mirrored walls.   It was a party room, now.  I spent the rest of the 

weekend editing the video tapes we had made during our week at the 

beach.  It was extremely hard editing them when I had to masturbate 

every so often.  I finished the tapes Sunday night.   I titled the tapes, 

"Lace does Dulles",   "Lace's Night Out", "Leather and Lace", 

"Leather and Lace's Lingerie Show", and "Leather and Lace Go 

Party".   Pretty funky titles, but Susan and Kristy could change them if 

they desired.  



Susan and Kristy had been busy, too.    They had everything packed in 

Kristy's condo.  Kristy found a buyer who would pay cash for her 

condo Friday--Kristy made around fifteen thousand on the sale.  She'd 

close Monday morning while Susan was getting examined by the 

doctor.  Susan's breasts still hurt a little when she touched them the 

wrong way, but other than that, there was no pain.   



Monday morning, I got a call from Susan while I was at work, "Mark!   

They're beautiful!" Susan said she was ecstatic about her new breasts.  



"That's great, Sue!"  I said, equally as ecstatic.



"Mark, they're so big, and there's absolutely no scarring or bruising on 

them at all!"  Susan cried out happily. "I can't wait to show you!"



"I can't wait to see them, honey!"  I said.



"The best news is that I can have sex next week if they don't hurt when 

they're touched!"  Susan said excited.  "I can't wait to make love to 

you!"



I later learned that Susan could have had sex, but she would have felt 

odd not having her new breasts fondled.  She chose to not have any 

sex.



"I can't wait to make love to you, either!"  I said.  



"Our cab's here!  See you tonight!"  Susan said.  "I love you, Mark!"



"I love you, too.  Have a safe flight!" I said as we hung up.



I took the rest of the day off.  I went home to move up the date to 

activate the number for "L&L Entertainment".  I was sure that Susan 

and Kristy would like to get back to work as soon as possible.  



At six o'clock I left for the airport to pick up my two women.  By now, 

my confusing quest to attach reason to our new lives was long gone.  I 

just wanted my women home with me.







 ********



Crossings, Chapter Eleven



I sat at the gate and waited.  At seven ten p.m.,  I saw my wife and 

Kristy for the first time in over a week.  Both women were walking 

from the commuter plane that had parked on the tarmac.  Naturally, 

my eyes went right to Susan's breasts.  I halfway expected her to be 

showing them off, but that wasn't the case.  Once through the gate, 

both Susan and Kristy jumped into my arms!



"I missed you too so much,"  I said.  "I love you both!"



I kissed both women hard on the mouth right there at the airport.  I'm 

sure we got some stares but I didn't really care at this point.  I just 

wanted my women home.  



"We love you, too, Mark!"  Kristy said.  "This really is happening."



"Of course it is, Kristy!"  Susan said as the two of us walked to the 

baggage claim area.



Susan and Kristy got a skycap while I left to get the car.  On the way 

home, we talked about everything that happened last week.  I told 

them I had a surprise for them when they got home.  About ten 

minutes later we drove up the drive to our home.   "Wow!  This is your 

house?"  Kristy asked.



"Sure, is, babe,"  Susan said.  "It's our house.  It's your home, too.  

Here are your keys."



"It's so big."  Kristy said as we drove around back to the garage.  "Nice 

car's, guys"



"Oh, those?"  I said nonchalantly.



"Who do they belong to, Mark?" Susan asked.  "Do we have 

company?"



Kristy looked at Susan with a puzzled look as we pulled into the 

garage.



"Here's your surprise, Susan and Kristy!"  I said as I took two sets of 

keys from my coat pocket. "The two sports cars are yours!"



"You're kidding me, Mark, right?"  Susan asked.  "Those cars are 

expensive."



"I know, but I've wanted to get you one for years, now we can afford it 

so I got my whore's each a car!"  I said smiling.



The women got out of the car stunned, then walked up to two identical 

white cars.  On one, the license plate read "L8CE".  On the other, 

"Lethur".   The women got into their new cars, still stunned.  They 

looked great behind the wheel.  



Kristy got out of her car, looked at Susan and started crying.  "I can't 

believe this is happening to me.  I can't believe it,"  She sobbed 

happily as I went to hug her.



"Hey, can you at least give me kiss?" I teased her. "You can still drive 

your Toyota if you want, you know?"



Susan joined us with tears in her eyes, too, "What did I ever do to 

deserve you, Mark?"  



"More than you'll ever know, honey,"  I said as I exchanged kisses 

with both women.



"I just have to show you your new home, Kristy!"  Susan said as she 

led Kristy by the hand to the entrance to the garage.  "Mark, can you 

get our things?"



"Some people just don't know when to quit!" I teased as I opened the 

trunk of my car.  



It took three trips to get their luggage into the house and upstairs.  

After the final trip, I heard the women downstairs calling, "Mark, can 

you come down to the party room?"



As I walked into the party room, Susan said, "I love what you've done 

with the room, honey!  The mirrors are fantastic!"  



Kristy looked a bit stunned and still didn't really grasp the fact that 

this was her home, too.  



"I've got a surprise for both of you, now,"  Susan said.  "Close your 

eyes and turn your backs."



Kristy came over to me.  We turned and closed our eyes.  Seconds 

later, Susan said, "Tada!  You can turn around, now."



"Oh my God, they're beautiful!"  Kristy gasped seeing Susan standing 

before us topless.  



I was speechless.  My wife's breasts were indeed beautiful.  Much 

bigger than before  but they looked entirely natural.  "Say something, 

Mark!"  Susan teased.



"I don't know what to say, they look so good, honey,"  I stammered.  



"Just don't stand there, come get a closer look, with you?"  Susan said.



Kristy and I walked up with our eyes focused on her new, larger 

breasts.  "Can I touch them?"  Kristy asked.  



"Sure, just be extra gentle,"  Susan said as Kristy looked very closely at 

my wife's breasts then lightly cupped each one in her hands.  



"Just a little firmer, but much bigger, Mark.  Come on and see for 

yourself!" Kristy said.



Indeed, they felt entirely natural but firmer.  I looked at Susan and 

said, "You are completely beautiful, honey.   Your breasts are perfect.  

Absolutely perfect!"  



"Thank you, Kristy and Mark.  Now, please, they're hurting a little so I 

better put my bra back on."  Susan said.



We withdrew our hands as Susan put on her bra and then her blouse.  



"Two more things I want to show you down here," I said as I walked 

behind the bar.   



I flipped off the main lights and hit the switch for the track lighting.  

The women gasped, "Beautiful, Mark.  Just beautiful!"  



"Thanks, I thought the lights would make the room more intimate. I'm 

glad you like them!"  I said.  "Now, just one more thing."



I reached under the bar and flipped another switch.  On each wall, 

three mirrors hinged open revealing high quality video cameras 

behind each mirror.   "Wow, you did it, Mark.  Outstanding!"  Susan 

said.



"Where do they feed?"  Kristy asked. 



"I'm glad you asked!  Let's go upstairs!"  I said.  



We walked up the large staircase in the main foyer.   "This place is 

simply the nicest house I've ever seen!"  Kristy said.



"Thanks, babe!"  Susan said as we walked upstairs and into the master 

bedroom. 



I moved a large painting on the wall and there they were.  Six 

monitors, two professional quality VCR's and an editing station on a 

panel that pulled down to a desk.



"This is outrageous,"  Kristy said.  "Completely outrageous."  



Susan was used to my toys then asked the inevitable question, "How 

much, Mark?"



"Fifteen grand, whole thing, mirrors included."  I had come in under 

budget.



"Under budget, I'm impressed."  Susan said.  "His last project cost us 

almost a hundred thousand dollars after he said fifty!" 



"Yeah, but you love it now that it all works right!"  I said with a smile.



"What project was that, Mark?" Kristy asked.  "The home theater and 

video distribution system for the house.  Look out the window at the 

rocks in the back yard.   Those aren't rocks.  They're shields for 

satellite dishes."



"That many dishes?"  Kristy asked, "Why?"  



"That's the only way people at any TV in the house can watch different 

channels." Susan answered.  



"You have your own tanning bed, too?"  Kristy asked.



"What?"  Susan asked as she turned around.  "Mark!"



"There's one in Kristy's room across the hall, too." I said.  "I figured 

they'd pay for themselves in a year based on the cost of using a tanning 

salon."  



I had learned long ago to justify extravagance in this way.  "Yeah, just 

like the dishes will pay for themselves when we're dead and buried!"  

Susan joked.  



This was a different side of us.  Kristy was seeing it for the first time.  

"So, you do act like a married couple at home!  I'm glad!"  Kristy said 

as she smiled.  "Do you mind if I look at my room?"  



"No, not at all,"  Susan said. "Mark, put away your toys now."



I heard Susan say that I was a real gadget freak.  After I repositioned 

the picture on the wall, I joined them in the room across the hall.  



"Wow, this seems bigger than my condo!"  Kristy said.  "May I 

decorate the room?"



"Sure, it's yours!"  Susan said.  "Check out the bathroom around the 

corner."



"Oh god!  It's huge!  There's a sunken tub!"  She said from inside the 

room.  "Oh my god, there's a shower, too!  A bidet!  There's a Jacuzzi 

in the tub, too!  Damn!  How much do I owe you for this.  I do intend 

to pay you for room and board."



"Sorry, but we wouldn't accept the money," I said sternly.  "This is 

your house.  This is your room.  You are an equal partner, Kristy."  



"I have to pay you something,"  Kristy said seriously.  "I'd feel like I 

was using you if I didn't, Mark."



Before I could say no, Susan put her hand on my mouth and 

whispered, "It's important to her, Mark.  We talked about this the 

other night."



"Okay, one dollar, per year."  I said.  "There's a one dollar security 

deposit, as well."



"C'mon Mark, that's silly,"  Kristy said.  "I'd feel more comfortable if I 

could pay, really."



"I'd feel more comfortable if you didn't, but if you must, pay Susan.  I 

don't want feel like I'm using you,"  I said.  "I don't want to talk about 

money regarding your living here."



"I'm sorry, Mark." Kristy said.



Susan asked me to leave.  A few minutes later, Susan called me back 

into the room. 



"It's all settled, now, Mark.  Kristy will pay us one dollar for the 

room,"  Susan said.  



Later I found out that Susan explained what she and I talked about the 

other night--that we both considered Kristy part of our marriage--that 

she was our wife just like Susan was my wife.



Kristy looked up at me and said, "I didn't know that you felt that way 

about me, Mark.  I'm sorry, honey."



"I do love you, Kristy.  I feel that you are my wife, too."  I said. 



"See, Kristy?"  Susan said.  "He's the most protective, generous man in 

the world.  He doesn't use the word "love" lightly.  When he says he 

loves you, he means it with all that he is."



Kristy and I kissed tenderly for the first time.   I turned and kissed 

Susan the same way.  Three people in love--I would have never 

thought it possible.



"Let's eat!"  I said.  



We went downstairs to the dining room where I had already set the 

table.  "Wait until you taste Mark's cooking.  He could be chef 

anywhere."   Susan said proudly.



I brought out the meal.   We started with a light shrimp cocktail filled 

with wild rice.  The next course was my "lobster surprise", meat from 

the entire lobster in a special white wine sauce.  I poured white wine 

for each of us.   



"This is fantastic, Mark. I've never had anything like it!"  Kristy said.  

"I really like the sauce.  What's in it?"  



"Umm, I'm sorry, Kristy, but Susan doesn't even know,"  I smiled.  



Susan smiled and said, "He's going to die with his secrets of the 

kitchen intact.  Maybe you can work on him to at least write them 

down to pass on to our children some day?"



"Will do!"  Kristy smiled.  





"Welcome to the family, babe!"  Susan said.



We finished eating then sat at the table, talking about things.   I 

explained the corporation to them.  They were anxious to get started, 

but would wait until Kristy got settled here.  "I have a question, it's 

kind of awkward, so bear with me, okay?"  Kristy said.



Susan and I nodded.  



"Since my bed is not here, yet, where would you like me to sleep 

tonight?"  Kristy blushed.



"With us, babe!"  Susan said.  "You sleep with us just like at the 

beach."



"Yep, you sleep with us," I said.  "Unless you get a boyfriend and want 

to be alone or you don't feel good or something like that, okay?"



"Thanks!"  Kristy said.  "I'll also sleep in my room when your kids are 

home.  I don't want to become a sore point with them and you.  You 

can tell them I'm a housekeeper or something like that."



"Thank you, Kristy,"  I was wondering how I would approach that 

subject.  "Susan and I decided back at the beach that our sex lives have 

always been our business and our children have no right to know 

what's up.  If they ask, we'll be honest.  But if they don't ask, we won't 

tell."



"Kristy and I talked about that last night.  We think the live-in 

housekeeper story is a good one,"  Susan said.



"I agree and I don't agree.  I'm for not telling them anything."  I said.



"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it."  Susan said.  "They 

won't be home until Christmas."



It was around ten o'clock, and I was tired.  I asked if Kristy and Susan 

if they minded if I went to bed. They said they didn't and that they'd 

clean up.   They thanked me for the meal and I headed upstairs.   



"Oh, one more thing, Sue,"  I called from the back staircase. "What 

are you doing tomorrow?"



"I'm going into work to clean out my desk.  I called them last week to 

inform them of my choice,"  She said in that matter of fact tone.  

"Then I'm coming home to help Kristy get settled.  After that, I'm 

going to show Kristy around the area."



"Goodnight, ladies."  I called from the stairs.  



The alarm clock went off in the morning just as it has always done 

during the week.  The shower woke me up just as always.  It was 

home.  It felt good.  My wife had already gone into work as always--

this time for the last time.  The only difference was Kristy.  What a 

welcome difference.  Any man would be glad to have a woman as 

beautiful as my wife, but I had two women, each the two most 

beautiful women I had ever seen.  I was very, very lucky.  I dressed for 

work, then went downstairs to prepare breakfast.  



Kristy surprised me with a wonderful breakfast.  "Good morning, 

babe," Kristy said as she finished cooking a wonderfully light omelet.  



"Good morning, honey!  Smells good!  Thank you!"  I said--I had 

called her honey, something I had always called my wife--It felt 

natural.



"Sit down, I'll join you in a minute,"   Kristy said.



The breakfast was wonderful.  I thanked Kristy again.  I told her to 

call me at work if she needed anything during the day.  I kissed her 

good-bye and went to work.  I noticed that Susan drove her new car to 

work.  I smiled and thought, "Lace."  



Around two in the afternoon, I got a call from Susan,  "It's done.  I'm 

at home.  I left my job. I'm free to be a whore."



Another bridge had been crossed.   Susan said the company tried to 

convince her to stay.  They offered her a huge raise, but she turned it 

down.  They parted on friendly terms and invited her to come back if it 

ever got cold out there.  I had to laugh when Sue told me that.  It was 

exactly what the Navy told me.  There was no turning back now.  My 

wife really wanted to be a whore.  It excited me beyond belief.



When I got home, Kristy and Susan were resting after having 

unpacked Kristy's stuff.  They were discussing curtains.  I kissed each 

of them hello then told them I was going to workout.  



That's pretty much the way it went while Susan's breasts healed and 

she felt ready for making love.  Kristy and she had gone out and 

bought a lot of new clothes.  They'd model for me, but it was very tame 

compared to the week at the beach.   About two weeks after Susan and 

Kristy got home, they started on their careers.  



I was at work when the call came.  Susan called to let me know she 

and Kristy were going to a photographer's studio to get her portfolio 

done.  It indicated that Susan felt she was ready.  She sure looked 

ready. She and Kristy had worked out daily in the party room and were 

in the best shape of their lives.  Kristy did as she said she would do by 

teaching Susan the art of the performance.  She taught Susan how to 

use the mirrors to make sure everything was perfect--but not too much, 

just quick glances.  They came up with a new act for bachelor parties.  

They came up with dance routines for every type of music they were 

likely to encounter.  Like athletes training for a long season, they 

trained hard.  I was very impressed.  Every curve of their bodies was 

perfect.  I had never seen two more fit women.  



I came home the evening of the phone call to find Kristy and Susan 

naked in bed waiting for me.  "It has been hard not to, but we didn't 

touch each other until right now,"  Kristy said as she kissed Susan 

passionately.  



Kristy let her hands explore my wife's breasts, gently at first, then with 

more fervor.  I undressed as quickly as I could.  Kristy's lips lowered 

on my wife's right nipple.  Kristy kissed the nipple gently, then licked 

it quickly.  Susan raised her hips and said, "I need you inside me, 

Mark."



I slipped on a condom and slowly mounted my wife.  "Make love to 

her, Mark,"  Kristy said.  "I'll just watch."  



As I slowly slid my penis into Susan's body, she trembled softly.  "It 

has been so long, Mark,"  She moaned softly.  "I love you."   



I kissed Susan softly, then lowered my lips to her new, much larger 

breasts.   I lightly tongued each nipple as I continued to move my 

penis at a slow, but steady rate.   I started sucking on her right breast.   

It was like being with a new woman.  I was exploring trying to find 

the best technique to use on her breasts so she received maximum 

pleasure.  Susan had her first orgasm in three weeks as I lightly bit her 

nipple.  I moved to her other nipple.  I bit it gently and she came 

again.  Twenty minutes passed.  My wife came multiple times.  I was 

nearing my orgasm and quickened my pace.  I came in a flood.  I 

stayed inside my wife until my shrinking penis slid out.  Kristy came 

over, slipped off my condom, then placed my penis into her mouth.  

Susan asked me to make love to Kristy as I had made love to her.  



Shortly after Kristy began on my penis, it rose to hardness again.  

Susan put a condom in her mouth and placed the condom on my cock.  

Kristy laid back on the bed, spread her legs, then I entered her.   I 

made love to her for the first time that night.  When we finished, 

Kristy said she had never been made love to like that in her life.  



For the rest of the night, we remained naked.  We ate in the nude; we 

watched television in the nude; and later, we slept in the nude.  Kristy 

and Susan made love to each other for the first time in three weeks 

that night as well.  



Prior to falling asleep, Kristy said they were going to audition at three 

clubs tomorrow after they received their new pictures.   



I awoke, showered, dressed, and went to work, knowing full well that 

our new lives had just begun in earnest.  At four in the afternoon,  

Susan called.  "I've got great news, Mark.  We've been put on the 

schedule to dance tomorrow night at the most exclusive club in the 

area!"  



Susan gushed that she and Kristy had also auditioned at two other 

clubs and were on their schedules as well.  They would dance the 

weekend away.  They informed each club manager that they performed 

at bachelor parties, but that scheduling for those parties had to be 

through their agency,  "L&L Entertainment".  They told each manager 

their rates, five hundred for one hour for one girl; nine hundred fifty 

dollars an hour for two girls; and one thousand dollars per girl per 

hour for two girls and simulated lesbian sex.   Kristy said the 

managers' eyes lit up when they mentioned lesbian sex. It was real.  



I got home about two and half hours earlier than normal to find Kristy 

and Susan trying on costumes and generally getting ready for 

tomorrow night.   Their excitement was matched only by the pride I 

felt in my two women.   I went to the workout room and changed for 

my workout.   When I returned to the room, I found Kristy and Susan 

locked in a sixty-nine on the floor.   I sat on a bar stool and watched 

the women eating each other.  They had not noticed I was there.  

Orgasm after orgasm these women endured.   I could take it no longer. 

I pulled off my pants, took out a condom from my pocket, slipped it 

on, and plunged my cock into Kristy's pussy.   Kristy pushed back hard 

as my wife licked her clit and my cock at the same time.  The feeling 

was incredible and I quickly reached my own orgasm.   Kristy and 

Susan continued eating each other for about half an hour longer while 

I watched.  It was incredible to see this activity going on in my own 

home.   I got hard again and fucked my wife as Kristy licked Susan's 

clit this time.   Again, I quickly came.  Kristy came again then my 

wife rolled off her.   "Oh, that felt fantastic,"  Susan said.  



I made dinner for my women that night.  We drank champagne, and 

fucked again on the dining room table.  The women were now sexually 

ready.



I went to work as I normally did, but I didn't get much done.  I was 

thinking about my women.  I returned home to find a note saying that 

they had to leave.  The note said for me to be at the club by nine and to 

wear a suit.   I ate leftovers, showered, dressed, then left for the club.  

At the inner door of the club, a door attendant stopped me and asked 

for the establishments cover charge.  I paid the cover charge then 

entered the main room of the club.  Once inside, a very pretty hostess 

escorted me to a table in the second row of the main stage.   On stage a 

rather bored looking dancer was performing an uninspired set.   I 

noticed that her garter overflowed with tips ranging from five dollar 

bills to fifty dollar bills.   If the patron's would tip this way for an 

uninterested and downright boring dancer, I wondered how they'd tip 

for Susan and Kristy. As the dancer left the stage, there was a 

smattering of applause.   This was the real world.   These men were 

not horny sailors just dying to lose their paychecks, they were business 

men, lawyers, and deal makers. 



The light's dimmed, then an announcer came to out on stage.  

"Welcome to Class, ladies and gentlemen. Here for their first 

performance in the area are Leather and Lace!"   The announcer left 

the stage, then fog filled the stage.  "Sirius" by Alan Parson's started to 

play on the sound system.    This was the same song many basketball 

teams used during spotlight introductions.   The fog was building up 

on the stage as the song continued.   All eyes were now on the stage.  

The three spotlight operators clicked on the spotlights and began 

strafing the audience with the hot lights.   I felt goose bumps on my 

arms and was not disappointed.  Over the sound system boomed my 

best imitation of a popular PA announcer.  "And now, the stars of the 

show!"  I recorded the announcement earlier as a joke.   Apparently, 

Susan and Kristy liked it.  "At one dancer for your entertainment, a 

5'9" chunk of pure 36D-24-35 gold, Leather!"  Kristy rose slowly from 

the fog, threw her hair back and punched a fist into the air as the 

second crash of music  banged through the air.  The crowd erupted 

into very enthusiastic applause!  "At the next dancer, a 5'9" beauty of 

36D-24-34 solid titanium fury, Lace!"  Susan exploded through the fog 

and threw a fist into the air as the third crash of music came.  The 

place absolutely came unglued.  Everyone was standing and 

applauding.  It was incredible.  I looked at Susan and simply did not 

believe what I saw.  Her hair was straight.  She wore a bright red 

headband under her bangs.  She wore red leather from head to toe.  

She wore a skin tight red leather jumpsuit, and red leather thigh-high 

boots.  Kristy wore a matching black outfit.  Kristy's blonde hair was 

straight as well.  Both women were breathing hard.  It was an 

incredible entrance.  



The women turned, stood back to back, threw their heads back, then 

began clapping their hands to the beat of the music.  They ran from 

one end of the stage to the other, as the audience started clapping their 

hands in time, too.  Just at the perfect moment, the opening bars of 

AC/DC's "Back in Black" blasted out of the speakers.  Kristy and 

Susan began dancing, very energized.  Before they took off one article 

of clothing, money was lining the stage.  I remembered Susan loved 

control.  Both she and Kristy were in control tonight.  Coordinated, 

they slowly pulled down the zippers of their jumpsuits.  They shot each 

other a glance, threw back their heads then ripped the jumpsuits from 

their bodies.  The place went crazy again.  I could see why.  Susan 

wore a white, see through lace top.  She wore white lace panties over a 

white lace garter belt that held up sheer white stockings.   Kristy wore 

a see through black top, black, studded leather panties over a black 

and gold striped leather garter belt.  The garters held up sheer black 

stockings.  



Kristy and Susan danced for the men who put down tips on the stage.  

Other men walked up and stood behind the front row and handed them 

money.  As the AC/DC song ended, a slow, sexy song started, 

"Possession" by Sarah McLachlan.  Kristy walked up behind Susan 

then in a very sexy way, removed Susan's top.  Kristy turned then 

Susan did the same for her.   The women slowly turned to the crowd, 

topless. They moved to each side of the stage and slowly, but very 

sexily ground to the music as more tips came.   They crossed at center 

stage and continued to grind slowly as they moved to opposite ends of 

the stage again.  More tips.  As that song ended, the lights dimmed, 

then the place went berserk.  They wanted more.  Susan and Kristy 

were going to give them more.   "In the Still of the Night"  came on.  

Susan and Kristy shook their heads wildly as they moved to the center 

of the stage.  When the fast part of the song first hit, they ripped off 

each other's panties and tossed them to the crowd.   They were now 

naked except for their garters, stockings and boots.  Kristy and Susan 

fell to their knees, spread their legs, then leaned backward, feeling 

their breasts as the ladies rested on their shoulders.   Their pussies 

were in clear view of the audience.  More applause, more tips.   Men 

were practically throwing money on the stage. The women rose to 

their feet, then danced for the men on both sides of the stage.   They 

spread their legs wide open for each man in the front row.  They were 

stuffing tips into their boots by now.   It was unreal.  The song ended, 

then it was over.  Just like that.  Every man in the place, the bartender, 

and the waitresses applauded and whistled.   Susan and Kristy came 

out from behind the curtain, turned their backs to the crowd, jutted out 

a hip, then blew kisses to the crowd as they left.  A man, whom I 

assumed was the owner of the bar, went backstage.  Two minutes later, 

as another dancer was doing her best to please, Kristy and Susan came 

out to mingle with the audience.   Susan worked her way over to me 

and whispered that the owner had given them a raise.  I whispered that 

I had never seen anything like that in my life and that I was proud of 

her.   She told me to be ready when she and Kristy got home; she had 

come twice while dancing.  She and Kristy had two more shows to do 

that night, too.  I said I had to leave because of work in the morning.  

Susan said she understood.  Again, she said that I should expect to be 

awakened when they got home.  I smiled and left.



At three in the morning, I awoke to the shaking of our bed: Kristy was 

kneeling behind Susan and was fucking Susan with her strap on dildo.   

Susan was sucking on her own left nipple--something she now did 

regularly during sex.  Performing a very athletic move, Kristy rolled 

on her back while Susan rolled on top of Kristy--the dildo never left 

Susan's cunt.  Susan leaned over and began sucking my cock while I 

kissed Kristy.  About two minutes into my blowjob, Kristy asked me to 

please come on my wife's face.  Next, I stood up and straddled Kristy, 

standing so that my cock was at Susan's mouth level.   Kristy lightly 

massaged my balls as my cock pumped in and out of my wife's  hungry 

mouth.   One minute later I squirted my sperm all over my wife's face.  

I laid back down and watched Kristy lick Susan's face clean.  The 

women kissed, then resumed fucking.  I drifted back to sleep.   



I awoke to find Susan and Kristy asleep in each other's arms next to 

me.  



At around noon, as I was leaving for lunch, Susan called.  My wife 

was very excited when she said that she and Kristy each made tons of 

money in tips alone the previous night.  I congratulated Susan on her 

clearly more lucrative career move.   Susan said that last night, after 

the club closed, the owner of the club offered them an exclusive deal at 

five thousand dollars  per week each for four nights dancing.  I 

remembered reading somewhere that big money like that was usually 

reserved for headliners--usually porn stars on tour.  Susan said she and 

Kristy turned it down, but gave the owner two night's per week--

Tuesday and Thursday--at two thousand dollars per week, per girl and 

that it was not exclusive.  The owner jumped at it, she explained.  

According to the lead bartender, it was a record night for receipts at 

the club.  I told Susan to get it in writing.  She had beaten me to the 

punch. She and Kristy had made up standard contracts during Susan's 

recovery from her breast surgery.  The owner of the club gladly signed.    

I told Susan that I'd be home early today and that I couldn't wait to see 

my women.  



On the way home, I caught the end of an advertisement on the radio, 

"... on Tuesday's and Thursday's, starting at nine P.M., catch three 

shows from the area's hottest dancing duo, Leather and Lace...".  The 

owner of the club had not wasted in time in attempting to cash in on 

his new dancers. It was the first time I had ever heard dancers 

mentioned in his ads.   Leather and Lace were hits.  I arrived home an 

hour later.  Traffic was horrible.   



I found Susan and Kristy downstairs in the workout room, lifting 

weights.   They stopped when they saw me.   "Hi, honey!"  Susan said 

then she and Kristy came over and gave me a kiss.  "You two were 

great last night!  Congratulations!"  I said as I hugged both women.  



"Thanks, honey.   It was incredible, wasn't it?"  Kristy said.  



"After we danced the first time, the other dancers tried extra hard to 

put on a good show, but they couldn't,"  Susan said.  "We were at 

another level last night."



She and Kristy led me upstairs where they showed me a pile of notes 

and phone numbers.  "Looks like your second business may be taking 

off anytime, now."  I joked.   



"Yeah, it does, but I think we should wait until we get hit on in 

person,"  Kristy deadpanned.  "I mean, I don't know where these notes 

came from."



"Kristy's right.  We need to be extra careful at that club.  The owner is 

very nice and we don't want him to get into trouble."  Susan explained.  

"We need to be extra discreet."



I agreed, then asked, "Do you two dance tonight?"  



"Yes, we're dancing downtown at two clubs for two hours each,"  

Kristy said.  "Are you going to come?"  



"I wouldn't miss it for the world.  Tonight, I can stay for all your 

shows,"  I answered.



"We need to get something to eat, then we need to get going, Susie,"  

Kristy said.  "Don't expect something like last night at these two clubs, 

Mark.  They don't have the equipment."



"Okay, I just want to see you two do well,"  I said as Kristy and Susan 

went into the bathroom to shower.  "Oh, when are your day's off?"  



"Sunday, Monday, and Wednesday, and Friday nights,"  Susan 

answered from the bathroom.  "After this weekend, we're saving 

Friday nights for bachelor parties."



"I'm going to make dinner,"  I said as I left the bedroom.  



While dinner was cooking, I went into the den to check the voice mail 

system I had set up to handle calls for L&L Entertainment.   There 

were no calls today.  I was a little disappointed, but figured once the 

ladies had more time and exposure the calls would come.    I returned 

to the kitchen to find Susan and Kristy, dressed very casually, in blue 

jeans, sneakers, and tee-shirts talking about their shows for tonight.



"I'm disappointed that we won't be dancing together tonight,"   Kristy 

said.  



"Me too,"  Susan sighed.  "At least we've got things scheduled so we'll 

be dancing at the same place.  It could have been worse."



"You're right,"  Kristy said. "It's just that I get so energized when 

you're on stage with me.   It makes me a better dancer."



"Same here, babe,"  Susan said as I brought dinner to the table.  



"Pretty tame stuff tonight,"  I said. "Flounder fillets."



"Thanks, Mark!"  Kristy said.



"Tame?  Mark, you know you make the best food I've ever eaten!"  

Susan said.



"The best cock, too!"  Kristy smiled wickedly across the table at me as 

she took a bite of the fish.



"Wow!"  Kristy said with her mouth still full.  "You are a fantastic 

cook.  I have never had fish like this."



"Thanks!"  I said.  "It's just a hobby."



We finished eating, then the women grabbed their things and drove off 

in Susan's car.  I'd meet them at the club, later that night. 



After my workout, I showered, dressed in blue jeans, sneakers, and 

tee-shirt and drove downtown to the first club the women would work 

tonight.



This club was in the party block of the city.  I parked the car about a 

block away, then walked to the club.  It was a strange club much 

longer than it was wide, with a small stage in the middle.  The best 

seats were on either side of the small stage but they were taken long 

ago.  Kristy was on-stage when I walked in and was naked except for a 

small garter on her right thigh.  A biker type was tipping her a five 

dollar bill when I finally found a seat near the waitress station in the 

back of the bar.  I could barely see anything but Kristy's head.  I 

looked around but did not see Susan.  The crowd was really into 

Kristy's dancing, yelling various things.   I heard comments like, 

"Wow, she's hot!" or "Look at her tits!"  regularly while sitting.  After 

another song, Kristy left the stage to appreciative applause as Susan 

took her hand and helped her from the stage.  Susan then got up on 

stage and just started dancing.  It was a far cry from the show I saw 

last night.  Susan wore a garter, g-string, and white leather bra when 

she started dancing.  She was bumping and grinding to the beat of the 

music, smiling and trying her best, but it just wasn't happening.  Susan 

got the crowd into it when she took off her bra and licked her left 

nipple.   From that point on she had the crowd on her side.  Three 

songs later, she left with her garter stuffed with money.  Ten minutes 

later, Kristy and Susan came out to thank some of the customers who 

had tipped.  They would sit with a guy for a few minutes, then get up 

and move to the next tipper.  Susan saw me sitting in the corner and 

winked.  I nodded my head up.   About twenty minutes later, they went 

to the dressing room for their next set.   It went that way until it was 

time to leave.   While I thrilled at the fact my wife and Kristy were 

dancing nude before a bar full of strangers, I found that I liked 

watching them more when they were more theatrical.  This bar was 

not the place for theatrics, though.    The customers wanted to see tits 

and pussy and that was pretty much it.  Kristy and Susan tipped the 

bartender, then we left through the back door.  I lost them in traffic on 

the way to the next club, but I knew where it was so I was just a little 

behind them.   



The next club was much nicer.  It had a larger stage.  The tables were 

covered with green linen table cloths and the waitresses where much 

more professional.   The dancers were also prettier.  Shortly after I 

arrived, Susan took the stage dressed in a white leather bra studded 

with fake gems, white bikini bottoms studded with fake gems, a white 

lace garter, and white leather ankle boots.   The crowd was much more 

appreciative in this place.  The sound system was better.  Susan really 

got into her act and made much more money in tips during her first 

set.  I overheard one of the customers at a table next to mine say that 

he thought my wife was one of the dancer's he'd seen last night at 

another club.  When Susan took off her top, he said that it was indeed 

her.  He said, "She's a fantastic dancer, I hope her partner is dancing 

here tonight, too.  When she's done, let's get a table dance from her."



Susan and Kristy never mentioned table dancing to me.  I was 

intrigued by the idea.   Susan took off her bikini soon after she 

removed her top as she continued dancing very energetically to the 

music.  The crowd was really into it and the tips kept coming.   When 

the next song had ended, Susan was naked, her garter was overflowing 

with money.  The crowd stood and applauded as she put on her robe 

and left the stage.   Kristy came out next dressed in a blue rubber bra, 

blue rubber panties, and blue rubber boots.   She looked very erotic 

with her blonde hair, curly again, done in a big hair style.    The men 

were staring at her every move as she danced wildly on stage.   This 

place was more like it for me.  The women were allowed to perform 

and the men appreciated it.  The man who commented on Susan 

earlier said that this place now had the two best dancers he had ever 

seen anywhere.   



About five minutes after Kristy had finished her set, they started 

thanking the customers for their tips.   The man seated at the table 

next to mine, asked Kristy and Susan for a table dance.  The men paid 

the standard table dance fee that I had seen on a sign over the bar.  

Susan and Kristy agreed, then started dancing right there for the two 

men at the table.   Touching dancers was prohibited--I later learned it 

was illegal from a placard on my table--but the women had put on a 

really good show for the two men.   Kristy and Susan had the men 

eating out of their hands with their routines of bumps and grinds.  

When they turned to leave, Susan turned back around, faced the men, 

and lightly licked her right nipple.   These guys as well as many others 

got to see Susan and Kristy perform on the stage and at their tables.  

After their last table dance for the men at the table next to mine, one 

of the men bent over and whispered something into Susan's ear.  I 

suspected she was propositioned.   She shot me a quick glance that 

confirmed my suspicion.    She whispered something back to the man, 

shook her head, then turned to leave.   When we were at home I was 

determined to find out exactly what the man had said.  I got up to 

leave and heard the man say, "Damn, I would love to fuck that lady."  

His friend at the table said, "Yeah, I'd love to fuck them both, at the 

same time."  I smiled as I left the bar and headed home--little did they 

know that for the right price, they could have had them both.



"I really wanted to fuck him,"  Susan said after telling me that I was 

right on target with my guess. "I just didn't want to do it tonight.  I 

told him to come back tomorrow night and we'd see."



"So tomorrow night is when you'll start hooking again?"  I asked 

excitedly. 



"Looks like it is.  If he pays enough,''  Kristy said as she and Susan 

smiled.




 *********



Crossings, Chapter Twelve 

 

I got up, walked behind Susan, seated at the kitchen table.  I  

reached over her shoulders and began to massage her big tits 

through her tee-shirt.  "Mmm, that feels good."  Susan moaned  

as she arched her back jutting her tits out.  "You know, I think  

you want Kristy and I to start whoring again." 

 

"I do."  I whispered into my wife's ear. 

 

"Mmm... I love to suck cocks.  I love to feel them on my lips."   

Susan said moaning gently.  "I love the feel of cocks in my  

mouth.  I love to run my tongue all over them as I suck hard."   

 

I had bent over and began to lick Susan's neck and ears.  Kristy,  

seated across from us, was massaging her breasts as she  

listened and watched.  "I was born to suck and fuck hard cocks."   

Susan said with a sigh as she turned to face my groin.   

 

"No, keep talking, it's good."  I said as Susan stroked my hard  

cock through my jeans. 

 

"Oh, the feel of any hard cock in my mouth is what I am.  I love  

it when cocks shoot their hot cum into my mouth and all over my  

face."  Susan was getting very hot now as I continued to rub her  

breasts and lick her neck.  "I want to feel cocks probing my  

body.  I want them between my big tities as they pump my  

chest.  I want to kiss cocks as they cum all over my chest."   

 

Kristy had removed her tee-shirt and was sucking one of her  

nipples.  She sat, her legs spread wide with one hand under her  

jeans finger fucking herself as she listened to Susan speak.   

Susan with her eyes closed, had spread her legs wide as well so  

she could rub her cunt through her jeans.   

 

"I want to feel cocks in my cunt and in my ass at the same time,  

again.  I want cocks all over my body.  I want to bathe in cum."   

Susan said as Kristy rose from her chair and began taking off  

my wife's jeans.  "I want as many cocks as I can possibly take.  I  

want them all the time."   

 

Susan's breathing began to quicken.  Before Kristy had taken off  

Susan's jeans my wife had come.   "I want women to eat my  

pussy as I suck cock.  I want pussy on my face as I get fucked in  

the ass and in the cunt.  I want to fuck pussy as I get fucked in  

the ass.  I want your cock in my mouth, now, Mark!"  Susan  

demanded. 

 

I pulled my cock from my jeans, straddled Susan while Kristy  

began eating her pussy and jammed my cock into my wife's  

open mouth.  I pumped my wife's mouth vigorously as Susan  

came again.  "Suck my cock, whore.  Suck me off!"  I  

commanded as I took my wife by the hair, jamming my cock  

further into her mouth and throat.  "I'm going to come all over  

your whoring face, then I'm going to make the blonde whore lick  

it up until you are clean." 

 

I was beside myself with passion.  I was pounding my wife's  

mouth harder than I had ever done.  "If you want cock, I'll give  

you cock, whore!"  I screamed deliriously.   

 

Kristy was writhing in passion as she continued to eat Susan's  

pussy.  "I'll give you a cum bath, bitch!" I screamed as I pulled  

my cock from my wife's mouth and shot sperm all over her face,  

neck, and hair.   

 

"Get up, you blonde slut.  Get up, now!"  I screamed at Kristy,  

beside myself.  "Lick the cum from this whores body, you  

whore!" 

 

Kristy bent over and did as ordered.  I grabbed Kristy by the tit's  

as she licked my wife's cum soaked face.  "I suppose you want a  

cum bath, too, whore?"  I asked as I squeezed Kristy's nipples,  

hard.   

 

"Oh, God, yes!"  Kristy moaned, stopping her cleanup chores  

just long enough to speak. 

 

"Fine, whore." I said as I reached in my pocket for condom.   

 

I slid the condom on my still hard cock then lowered Kristy's  

jeans and plunged my cock into her sopping wet pussy.  "Don't  

stop, Mark.  Don't stop!"  Kristy begged.   

 

"I'll stop when I'm damn good and ready, whore.  You'll have no  

say in the matter!"  I yelled as Kristy came.   

 

"Pussy juice!"  I said to Susan.  "Stop kissing that whore, Kristy!   

I thought you were cleaning her up!"  Kristy did as ordered. 

When Susan was clean, I found a new target.  "Lick the pussy  

juice from this blonde whore's legs, bitch!" I commanded  Susan. 

Susan slid off the chair and began licking Kristy's upper thigh's.   

"That's right, whore!  You just keep licking!"  I said to Susan.   

"When you're done, lick her clit!"  Soon, Kristy was having her  

clit licked by Susan.  "Lick her clit hard, now!"  I said as I pulled 

my cock from Kristy's cunt--I was filling the condom with sperm. 

 

Kristy had a shattering orgasm and had to lie down on the floor  

to steady herself.  "Still want a cum, bath, whore?"  I asked  

Kristy. 

 

"Yes!"  Kristy said breathlessly. 

 

I squeezed the rubber so cum ran all over Kristy's face.  "Now,  

you lick the cum from her face!"  I said to Susan.  "Do not stop  

until you are completely finished!  If you are a good little whore,  

I'll fuck your cunt." 

 

Susan got on her hands and knees and started licking the cum  

from Kristy's face.  I slipped another condom on my amazingly  

hard cock, then I fucked my wife. "You've been a good whore.   

Now, take this." 

 

Susan came again just as I shot my final load of the evening  

into the rubber.  I sat down on the chair, exhausted.  Kristy and  

Susan started laughing to themselves.  "What's so funny?"  I  

asked. 

 

"You were out of control, Mark!  It was great!"  Susan said.  "I  

never knew you could be so demanding.  I loved it!"   

 

Kristy nodded as she slowly stood.  "My, my, my, Susie.  We've  

created a monster!"  

 

"No, babe, we just freed the monster.  It was always there, just  

waiting for the right time!"  Susan laughed as we rose then  

headed upstairs.   

 

While they may have freed the monster, the door opened wide  

for the whores to begin. 

 

The next morning when I awoke, I found the women as I usually  

did, exercising in the workout room.  I joined them. 

 

"Mark, thank you for last night,"  Susan said.  "It was incredible." 

 

"It was for me, too!"  I grinned as I stepped on treadmill. "What's  

on the schedule for today?" 

 

"We need to go grocery shopping, then we're going to get our  

hair done."  Susan said as she sat up from the nautilus machine.   

"We're getting our perms freshened." 

 

"We need to be at the first club by six tonight, so we'll just go  

straight from the hairdresser's,"  Kristy added. 

 

"Mark, we don't know when or if we'll be home tonight,"  Susan  

said.  "Are you sure that's all right with you, honey?"  

 

"That's fine with me, honey,"  I said knowing full well that they  

were probably going to get fucked for money tonight.  "When do  

you start dancing at the second club tonight?" 

 

"Ten," Susan said as she smiled at Kristy. "We'll call you when  

we know what's up, okay?" 

 

"Why not just give me a wink or something?"  I asked. 

 

"You're going to be at the club tonight?"  Kristy asked. 

 

"Sure! I've watched you two pick up men before," I said. "I find it  

exciting.  One request,  can you tape it?" 

 

"Sure!" Kristy said.  "We'll see you when we get back from the  

grocery store!" 

 

Susan and Kristy gave me a kiss then went upstairs to change.   

 

After I finished my workout, I went outside to shoot some  

baskets.  After about ten minutes of shooting, I saw Susan and  

Kristy leaving for the grocery store.  I stopped dead in my tracks.    

They were in full makeup, with hair done.  Each woman wore  

skin-tight blue jeans.  Susan wore a loose fitting white blouse  

cinched at her waist by a thick red belt.  On her feet were red  

high-heeled pumps.   Kristy wore only a Swede vest on her  

upper half.  Kristy wore brown high-heeled pumps.  It was just as  

if we were at the beach.  Stunned,  I hadn't seen them dress this  

way while we were at home.  They waved as they got into  

Kristy's car.  Soon they had driven off.  "Slut mode,"  I said as I  

hit a three-pointer. 

 

Two hours later they returned.  "Honey, can you help us with the  

groceries?"  Susan called from the intercom in the garage.    

 

"Sure, I'll be right down,"  I said then started downstairs.   

 

I ran into Kristy in the kitchen dropping off two bags of groceries  

and stopped to check her out.  "Mark, don't you know it's  

impolite to stare?"  Kristy asked playfully.   

 

"I bet the grocery store was a completely new experience for  

some of the customers?"  I asked as I took a bag from Kristy. 

 

"Yeah, it was!"  Kristy laughed.   

 

"Hey, you two, let's get the groceries in here,"  Susan said as  

she put her two bags on the counter. 

 

I went out and grabbed the rest of the groceries and set the bags  

on the floor.  "Kristy tells me you had a good time at the grocery  

store,"  I said. 

 

"It was neat.  The grocery store manager saw me and nearly fell  

out of his booth,"  Susan said. 

 

"You mean the guy who used to cash checks before the ATM  

was installed?"  I asked. 

 

"Yeah!"  Susan said.  " 

 

"Then there was the guy at the seafood section,"  Kristy added.   

"He was positively drooling." 

 

"We ran into Joanne Sloane, too,"  Susan said. 

 

"You're kidding me!  I'm friends with her husband.  We've been  

to a couple of their parties, Kristy,"  I explained.   

 

"She didn't know who I was until I introduced myself."  Susan  

said.  "She nearly died." 

 

"I'll bet she did!" I said.  "I wonder what she's going to say to  

Dave?" 

 

"I think she's bi," Kristy said.  "She couldn't keep her eyes off our  

tits."   

 

"Joanne? Bi?"  Susan asked.  "You've got to be kidding me.   

That lady is the biggest prude I've ever met."   

 

"You never do know, do you?"  Kristy said with a grin.  "Next  

time we see her we should invite her over for coffee, don't you  

think?"   

 

"She'll never do it,"  I said.  "Her husband?  That's a different  

story.  He's a dog.  He used to hit on Susan all the time at the  

parties we attended." 

 

"Yeah, but he won't get any unless he pays, now,"  Susan  

laughed. 

 

We put away the groceries then the ladies drove off to get their  

hair done. 

 

"Slut mode sure is fun," I said as I settled down to watch a  

basketball game.   

 

I arrived at the club shortly before ten.  The place was packed.   

It was standing room only.  People were talking about the two  

dancers from the night before.  Of course, they were talking  

about Susan and Kristy.  The people who were there the night  

before kept say that Susan and Kristy were the best looking,  

best dancers they had ever seen.   I had to agree.  

 

Susan was out first and performed her usual outstanding set.   

She was tipped really well.  Customers kept giving her money  

even after she left the stage and was on her way back to the  

dressing room.  I looked around for the guys who had  

propositioned her the night before.  The place was too packed.  I  

couldn't find them.   Kristy came out next and turned the place  

into a screaming insane asylum when she did her act.  It was  

apparent that these two women had control over a crowd of men  

that the other dancers just couldn't match.  Ten minutes after  

Kristy finished her set, she and Susan joined those seated for  

thank you's and table dances.  I had to feel sorry for the dancer  

on stage because most of the men in the place were watching  

Susan and Kristy.   I walked up and tipped the dancer a fifty.   

This seemed to draw some attention away from Susan and  

Kristy--at least among the men lining the stage.  I found a table  

after some guys left, then sat down.   A moment  after the dancer  

I tipped finished her set, she joined me.  She thanked me  

for such a large tip.  I told her I felt bad that so many people  

were watching Leather and Lace.  She said not to worry about it.   

She thought they were the best dancers she had ever seen.   

She also said they weren't like other dancers--they were nice  

and didn't flaunt what they had.  She mentioned that she'd like to  

learn from them because she really liked dancing and was  

working her way through college.  She thanked me again, then  

got up to leave.  I thought about telling her that I was Lace's  

husband, but thought better of it.  I decided to tell Susan and  

Kristy about it later to see what they thought about helping her  

out.  I felt very gratified knowing that Susan and Kristy were  

being accepted and respected by their peers.   

 

Susan and Kristy were on their last round of table dances for the  

evening when Susan caught my eye and winked.   I smiled, got  

up, left the club then drove home.  About twenty minutes after I  

arrived, Kristy called saying that they'd be out all night, the men  

who had propositioned them last night, had propositioned them  

again.  Kristy told me the man and his friend had offered them  

a large sum of money each for the night. I told Kristy to have a  

good time and that I'd see both women tomorrow.   

 

It was real.  My wife and our lover were becoming prostitutes.  I  

was very excited.  I masturbated to the tapes of our nights at the  

beach.  I fell asleep with my limp penis in my hand.   

 

I awoke at around ten in the morning.  I looked around.  Susan  

and Kristy weren't there.  I drifted back to sleep.  At around one  

in the afternoon, I was awakened by Susan and Kristy.  They  

were sucking my cock.  I came very quickly into Kristy's mouth.   

She and Susan shared the cum with a kiss.  "Thank you for  

letting us be hookers, Mark."  Susan said after she and Kristy  

broke their kiss.   

 

Susan reached into her workout bag then handed me a couple  

of video tapes saying, "Watch these while Kristy and I shower." 

 

The tape started with Susan and Kristy in the bathroom of a  

hotel room. They each inserted contraceptive sponges into their  

vaginas.    Next, the scene shifted to room.   It was a normal  

hotel room.   I had seen too many of these in my travels.  One  

of the men turned on the clock radio.  He found a rock n' roll  

station.  Kristy started dancing with Susan as the men watched.    

Kristy started undressing Susan while she kissed Susan hard on  

the mouth.  I noted the women were wearing what they wore to  

the grocery store earlier in the day.   Soon, Kristy was eating  

Susan's pussy.  "Are you going to join us?"  Susan asked the  

men.   Susan put a condom in her mouth, grabbed one of the  

men by the cock and sucked his cock into her mouth.  When the  

cock came out, the rubber was fully installed.   Susan put  

another rubber into her mouth then did the same thing for the  

other man.   

 

"Where did you learn to do that?"  One man asked Susan.  "It  

felt fantastic."   

 

"I'm very skilled.  It came naturally,"  Susan said as she took a  

man's cock into her mouth.    

 

The other man went behind Kristy,

