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Posted:Jan 19, 2019 6:38 am
Last Updated:Jan 19, 2019 6:39 am
The ropes pulled her legs apart. She was on her hands and knees, her arms bracing herself for whatever her Mistress had in store for her.

She could sense her Mistress behind her. Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail; it hung down across her face. She felt the strap on at the entrance to her sex. She wondered if her anus was in play today. Perhaps.

Her Mistress penetrated her, slowly started fucking her. Mistress reached down, took her pony tail in one hand.

Let the fucking begin.
Posted:Jan 18, 2019 9:21 am
Last Updated:Jan 19, 2019 6:32 am
"I grew up Catholic", she said. "All of that guilt wasn't healthy. On the other hand, I spent a lot of time on my knees. I got good at it, and I'm comfortable down here."

She looked up at me, her eyes were smiling.

"The Catholic boys must have loved it", I said.

"The Catholic boys were too guilt-ridden", she said. "They couldn't handle the pleasure. So I honed my skills on the Protestant boys. They were more inhibited, and appreciated my talents. So did the girls."

"And now you're sharing with me", I said.

She looked up at me. "I'm in love with you", she said. "You can have this as long as you'll have me. Now, hold your cock out of the way so I can suck on a testicle."

I caressed her cheek, grabbed my cock, and watched her work.
Wednesday, January 16
Posted:Jan 17, 2019 9:34 am
Last Updated:Jan 18, 2019 9:07 am
I was in my office when Stacy appeared in the doorway. I looked up at her, smiled. She's the most cheerful woman I've ever known, and looking at her always made me smile. I hadn't heard from Erin yet, but then again, the 24 hour window had just expired.

"What's up?", I said to Stacy.

"Erin's here to see you, Peter", she said.

"Really?", I said. "See if she wants some coffee or water and send her in."

Erin came in carrying her notepad. Her hair was back in a pony tail. She wore a light blue blouse, a tan skirt, brown booties. I had to admit, she was stunning. I stood when she entered. She approached my desk, sat in one of the chairs across from it. She crossed her legs, slowly, watching to see if I would take note of her thighs.

I did.

"I wanted to talk to you in person", she said. "I accept your generous offer. I'll have to tell my firm when I leave here. They'll fire me immediately, then begin poaching my accounts. I'll need to begin the process of transferring them as soon as my licenses get transferred."

Stacy came in with a mug of coffee, handed it to her. She turned to leave.

"Stay for a minute", I said. "We need your help on something. Actually, it's an all hands on deck situation. Erin is joining us, immediately. We need to get her licenses transferred and start working on getting her accounts transferred. Assemble a team to assist. Heidi and Amy and whoever else can get involved. Kristen, yourself, even Bailey."

"Got it", she said, and left.

"That was easy", Erin said. "I thought I'd have to convince you."

"We've been there before", I said. "It sucks, to put it mildly. And welcome aboard."

She drew a heavy sigh. "I haven't stopped thinking about walking in on you and Bailey yesterday. I felt like a voyeur on a tender moment. On the one hand, I'm sorry. On the other, I was completely turned on."

"It's our fault", I said. "We left the door open."

"It was 'transparent'", she said laughing.

"It was", I said.

"I want some", she said. "I want to spend my days working and eating pussy and fucking. I think about two things: work and sex. That's why I knew this would be a good fit for me. And, I get paid to boot!"

"It's okay", I said.

She got up, came to my side of the desk, kissed me.

"I want to fuck you before I submit my resignation", she said. She went to the door, closed it, undressed in three well-choreographed moves. She was naked, except for her boots.

I looked at her. I was already hard.

"What's taking you so long?", she said.

She undressed me, had me on the couch, mounted me. She was wet, tight. Her kisses were feverish, her B-cup breasts hung in my face, waiting to be sucked. She ground down on me, then began a rhythmic humping that had a porn-like quality to it. She came quickly, and then it was my turn.

She dismounted, kissed me. I got up, grabbed some tissues, handed them to her. She got dressed, kissed me again.

"I can't wait to work here", she said.

And just like that, she was gone. I knew she would be back in an hour. I wondered which pussy she would choose first.

Or who would choose her.
Tuesday, January 15
Posted:Jan 16, 2019 9:43 am
Last Updated:Jan 17, 2019 9:05 am
Erin was sitting in my office. I had read through her file, a couple of times. She wore a simple black long-sleeved dress. It ended at her knees, which is where her boots began. It was tight, low-cut, and was accented with a pearl necklace. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. Bailey was with us. I wanted to make sure there was no misunderstanding.

"I've heard a lot about you", she said.

"Oh?", I said. "Don't believe everything you hear."

She laughed.

"I've read a lot about you", I said. "Your resume is impeccable. You're obviously very accomplished. I don't understand why you want to leave your present firm and join ours."

"There a lots of reasons", she began. "I'm not sure I'm a good fit culturally."

"And we would be?", I said. "Explain."

"There's a lot of pressure to produce", she said, "at a very high level. I have no problem with producing, in fact, I thrive on it. But I have a huge problem with the pressure."

"We'll expect you to produce here", Bailey said, "Just to be clear."

"I would hope so", she said. "The other thing is, Kristen tells me that you are, for lack of a better term, sexually open."

I looked at Bailey. She looked at me.

"We prefer the word 'transparent'", Bailey said. "We don't care what you do as long as the work gets done, on time, and in an ethical manner. In other words, we have limits."

"I'm fascinated", Erin said.

"When we started this firm", I said, "we wanted a place where people could be free to express themselves. Life is stressful. Work is stressful. People need a release. We don't want them drinking on the job, nor do we want them doing other recreational activities."

"We like sex", Bailey said. "We like sexy people. It makes work fun."

"Am I obligated to, um, 'perform'?", Erin said.

"Of course not", I said. "But if you get the itch, we're here to help you scratch it."

"I'm a very itchy person", she said.

"You'll find that there are a of people here who'd love to help you out", Bailey said.

"That's what Kristen said", Erin said.

"Kristen lies", I said, and we all laughed at that one.

I got serious again. "When can you start?", I asked.

"I'll need a week", Erin said. "As soon as I tell them, they'll show me the door."

"Can you bring your business?", I said.

"I can", she said. "It's about $25 million in assets."

"We do things a little differently here", I said. I took a piece of paper, wrote a on it. "We offer a salary plus a bonus structure based on how well you do and on how well the firm does. This represents our base salary. I don't expect you to give me an answer today, but we'd love to have you work here."

I folded the paper, handed it to her. She opened it, looked at it again. Her eyes widened.

"I accept", she said.

"You can't accept today", Bailey said. "It's a policy we have. You need to think this through. Take 24 hours. Call Peter with your decision after 24 hours. No sooner."

I stood up, extended my hand. "It was nice to finally meet you", I said.

She took my hand, pulled me to her, hugged me. Erin turned to Bailey, did the same. Their lips brushed, and for a minute I thought they would kiss.

"Talk to you tomorrow", Erin said. She left the office.

I sat back down, looked at Bailey. "That was awesome", I said.

"Want a blowjob?", she said.

"I'd love one", I said.

I stood up, Bailey pulled my pants down. She pushed me onto the couch, took me into her mouth. I was fully erect.

I heard a noise at the door, looked up. Erin stood there, watching.

"I forgot my pad", she said. Her face was flushed. I couldn't tell if it was from excitement, or embarrassment.

She picked up her pad. "Wow!", she said. "I can't wait to work here."

She closed the door when she left this time. Bailey continued her work.

Erin was going to be a very good hire.
Monday, January 14
Posted:Jan 15, 2019 11:25 am
Last Updated:Jan 16, 2019 9:05 am
It was the middle of the afternoon when Peter picked up the recruit's file, stuffed it under his arm, and headed off to Starfucks to read it and ponder his approach. As time went on, Bailey had gotten better at putting together information for prospective candidates. The hiring process was much more comprehensive.

Bailey found him there. She went to the bar, ordered a latte, and approached his table. She took off her coat, sat down. She wore a black sweater, white pearls, a pleated black skirt that ended mid--thigh, black stockings. Her boots ended above the knee. Every man, and most of the women in the café looked at her. Some of them stared.

"I was hoping you were here", she said.

"I was hoping you'd join me", Peter said.

"So, what do you think of our recruit?", she said.

He looked through the file, continued to make notes. He had switched to a legal pad.

"I don't get it", he said.

"What don't you get?", Bailey asked. "I would think you'd want this type of recruit at the firm. Her background is impeccable. She's educated, smart, sexy and experienced."

"But why would she leave her firm to join ours?", he said.

"Who cares?", Bailey said.

"I do", Peter said. "Look, she's almost too good to be true. She's leaving a major firm to come to our much smaller one. Which means she's leaving stability and substance. And for what?"

"I think you'll have to ask her those questions", Bailey said.

"I plan to", he said. "What do you think?"

"I think we should hire her", Bailey said.

"Why?", he said.

"She makes my pussy wet", Bailey said. "I can't wait to break her in."

"What if she breaks you in?", he said, smiling.

"It's been a long time since somebody broke me in", she said. "And that would have been you."

"Yeah, I did take your virginity, didn't I?", he said.

"You turned me into a nymphomaniac", she said. "And that's one of the reasons I love you."

He closed the folder, set his pad on top of it. He looked at her. She was gorgeous, her legs crossed, a thin mustache of latte foam on her upper lip. He reached over, wiped it off with his finger, licked it.

"What are we doing tonight?", he said.

"After dinner?", she said. "Eating pussy."

"Both of us?", he said.

"Well, I know I am, and you have three to choose from in this house", she said. "It would be a shame to waste your talents."

"It would be a bigger shame to waste perfectly tasty pussy", he said.

She laughed, leaned over, kissed him. "I love you", she said.

They stood up, walked toward the door. Peter reached under her skirt, grabbed her ass. She turned toward him, kissed him again. She loved their time together as husband and wife. She loved his exhibitionist nature. She felt loved and wanted at the same time.

And that evening, she had her face between Liz's legs, eating her pussy.
Sunday, January 13
Posted:Jan 14, 2019 8:49 am
Last Updated:Jan 14, 2019 8:50 am
My name is Bailey. Let me tell you what Peter missed today.

"He's going to watch both games", I said. "We can walk around naked and he won't attention."

"Let's test that theory", Liz said, stripping off her tee shirt, leggings and thong.

She slid her feet into a pair of red heels, walked through the house. Peter watched her, then went back to the game.

Stacy undressed too. She and Liz stood in the entry way, kissing. Peter looked up, smiled, reached for his glass of water, drank deeply.

"I know what you're doing, Bailey", he said. "The way I see it, there are five more football games, including today, between now and baseball season. Consider this a free day for the three of you."

"So we can do whatever we want?", I said.

"Anything", he said.

"Should we go to the mall?", I said.

"If that's what you want", he said.

"What if we got arrested for indecent exposure", I said.

"It's a little cold for that", he said. "You may end up committed if you expose yourself in this weather."

"I have a better idea", Liz said.

He watched Liz and Stacy lick each other's nipples, Liz had her hand between Stacy's legs. She must have hit something, because Stacy's eyes rolled into the back of her head.

I went into the bedroom, opened the toy box, took out my strap on. I stepped into it, adjusted the straps, walked back out the living room. My "cock" bounced as I walked. So this is how it must feel to be a man, I thought. It felt strange to me.

I grabbed Stacy by the hair, led her to the sofa. She lay back and I mounted her. Liz kissed me while I fucked her. Stacy came, then she came again.

Peter watched the game. I looked over at him. There was a huge bulge in his jeans.

Liz read my mind. He let her blow him.
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Saturday, January 12
Posted:Jan 13, 2019 7:05 am
Last Updated:Jan 14, 2019 7:25 am
My name is Peter, and I want to tell you what happened today.

It had started snowing Friday night, a steady snowfall. The temperatures hovered around 32 degrees, so it was heavy. And it didn't stop. By 3:00 in the afternoon, I decided that I needed to clean the driveway and sidewalks, even though it was still snowing. This was a direct violation of one of my rules: Wait until it stops snowing to clear the driveway. Except being housebound was even worse.

I cleaned the driveway first and was working on my sidewalks when the man who lived next door worked on his. His name is George, and we've been living next to each other for eight years. We were on pleasant terms, though not close. I don't remember ever setting foot in his house, and I don't think he'd ever been in ours.

We met in the middle of the sidewalk. We stopped, took off our gloves, shook hands.

"Hey George", I said. "How's it going?"

"This snow's a back breaker", he said. "How are you?"

"We're good", I said.

"I have to ask you something", he said.


"How many women do you have living there?", he said. "It seems like there's at least three. I know about Bailey, but how do you stand it?"

"That's funny, George", I said, smiling. "Stacy was alone and divorced, so she approached us about sharing our home and expenses. We had known her for years, was one of our closest friends. It's worked out great. Liz lived behind us, you know that. And when her husband left her, we extended our home to her. She's been a great addition.

He looked at me like I had lost my mind.

"The Bible says that a man shouldn't live with more than one woman", he said.

"The Bible also says we're to take care of widows and orphans", I said. "And I think that divorce is the equivalent of widowhood."

He looked at me again. "So, how do you do it?", he said.

"Live with three women?", I said. "It's easy. I love on them. I take care of them. It's not that hard. They take care of me too."

"It just seems so, I don't know, different", he said.

"It would to someone who isn't familiar with us", I said. "Look, George, we've been living next to you and Rosie for what, eight years? We've watched your boys grow up. I played catch with them in this yard, taught them how throw a slider. We've always been friendly. I think we should have you over for dinner sometime soon. It'll give you a chance to meet Stacy and Liz, and you can see for yourself how it works."

"I have all I can do to live with one woman", he said. "Some days, that seems next to impossible."

"Are you loving on her?", I said. "Try that. You'll be amazed at what happens."

I shook hands with him again, finished my chore, went inside, took off my coat and boots.

"What were you talking to George about?", Bailey asked me, a smile on her face.

"Our living arrangement", I said. "He asked, I told him."

"You told him we fucked each other?", Stacy said.

"No, I told him we loved on each other", I said. "I also extended an invitation for him and Rosie for dinner."

"Oooh, it's been a while since we've had a vanilla couple for dinner", Bailey said.

"I don't think that's happened since I've moved in", Liz said.

"Or since I moved in", Stacy said.

"Maybe we can help them with their marriage", I said. "Set an example of unconditional love for them. He told me they were struggling. I hate to see that. They're nice people."

"Are we going to seduce them?", Stacy asked.

"No", I said. "I don't think they're ready for that."

"How are we going to act?", Liz said.

"Like we usually do", I said. "This lifestyle isn't for everybody. In fact, for most people, it's disastrous. But we make it work because we love each other. That's all they need to see."

"I'm horny just thinking about it", Bailey said.

"You're always horny", I said.

"So is everybody else in this house", Liz said.

"Exactly", Stacy said. "We satisfy a lot of each other's sexual needs."

"I'm sweaty", I said. "I need a shower. Let's think carefully about how we want to do this."

I showered, alone. Stacy heard me turn the shower off, came to me with a towel, dried me off. She knelt to dry my calves and feet. My penis was inches from her face. She looked up at me, looked at my cock.

"I can't resist", she said. "I thought I could, but I can't."

She took me into her mouth, made me fully erect. She led me to the bed, got on all fours.

I fucked her until she screamed. I looked behind me. Liz and Bailey were watching.

They were next.
Friday, January 11
Posted:Jan 12, 2019 6:35 am
Last Updated:Jan 13, 2019 6:29 am
My name is Liz, and this is my version of the events of today.

Peter was in a great mood when he got home. We were off to a excellent start at the firm for the new year, and we were in the process of adding to our work "family". Which meant relief for him.

We were sitting at the table. He kissed us each, tenderly, held our faces, told us he loved us. So much. Then he went in to change. He came out wearing an argyle sweater and jeans. I looked at him, I loved looking at him.

Stacy had made a drink, handed it to him. He raised it in a mock toast, took a sip.

"What's for dinner?", he said. "It smells delicious!"

"I made a meatloaf", Stacy said. "I figured with the snow coming we could use some comfort food."

"And you'll need the stamina", Bailey said.

I smiled. We had already discussed our evening's plans. Bailey planned to dominate Peter. We could watch, which meant we would, at some point, help.

Over dinner, Peter asked one of his piercing questions.

"If you could change one thing that would make the world a better place, what would it be?", he said.

We talked about kindness, generosity, caring. They were all good concepts. Finally Bailey spoke up.

"I would get rid of social media", she said.

"Tell me more", Peter said.

"I see it all the time", Bailey said. "I get these resumes from young people who want to get into our business. They think it's easy. Except they have no written communication skills. They can't complete sentences, and they have a sense of entitlement. Written communication is supposed to be about how you express your thoughts. If you're thoughts are that shallow..."

"My son tells me it's how kids get bullied these days", Stacy said. "He says that what people say to each other on social media is just awful."

"So, what you're saying is that social media isn't all that social?", Peter said. "In fact, it's anti-social?"

"Good one", I said. We laughed, which cleared the tension. Not that we have a lot of tension.

Dinner was over, Peter helped me clean up. Bailey and Stacy went to change. Bailey came out wearing nothing but black, knee high leather boots. She had a riding crop in her hand. I looked at her and immediately got wet.

"Are you ready, Peter?" she said.

Peter looked at her and smiled. I ran my hand between his legs. He was getting hard. Stacy walked over to him, took off his rubber gloves. She wore red, a garter, stockings and heels. No bra. She led him by the belt buckle downstairs.

I went in to change. I chose white. When I got down the to what we called the Pleasure Palace, Stacy had his sweater off, his jeans around his ankles, and was squatting in front of him, his cock buried in the back of her throat.

"We're going to edge you tonight", Bailey was saying. "We're going to get you close to coming over and over. All the while, you'll be giving us orgasms. I hope you've been doing your tongue exercises."

I had to smile. Bailey was a very convincing dominatrix. It was a role she played very well. And we loved it.

Peter did as he was told. He ate us, licked us, rimmed us, fucked us. He was able to hold out for almost three hours, his cock fully erect the entire time.

Finally, she strapped him to the table in the middle of the room. He was on his back. We took turns sucking him. I watched Bailey take him deep into her mouth, then it was my turn. I loved how he felt in the back of my throat. Stacy fingered us to another orgasm.

Then Bailey spit on his cock and started stroking him. He exploded all over his naked torso. It was an incredible turn on to see him ejaculate, to watch him writhe against the restraints.

When his orgasm had subsided, we received the final instruction for the evening.

"Clean him up, Ladies", Bailey said. "Use your tongues."

She went upstairs. We shared his semen. We undid his restraints. Stacy picked up his clothes, and we led him upstairs.

Thursday, January 10
Posted:Jan 11, 2019 12:43 pm
Last Updated:Jan 12, 2019 5:54 am
I was sitting in my office watching. Her name was Erin, and she was going to go through her first round of interviews today. Which means she would talk to everyone at the firm but me.

It was cold out--mid-20s. Her meetings were to begin at 10:00. At 9:53, a white Infiniti sedan pulled into the parking lot. A redhead got out of the car. She wore a long camel-colored cashmere coat, black slacks, black heels. I watched as she leaned into her car, retrieved her bag. Louis Vuitton.

I had a feeling she would make an excellent impression. I watched her walk up the sidewalk and into the building. You can tell a lot about the way people, and especially women, walk, how they carry themselves. She was confident, yet modest at the same time.

A few minutes later I was at my desk, pretending to work when she approached Stacy's cubicle. Stacy picked up the phone, called Bailey. Bailey came out and introduced herself. I loved how she handled strangers. It made my life so much easier. I caught a glimpse of her as she walked toward Bailey's office. She was stunning, and quite tall.

Later, during dinner, I asked my wife and lovers for their impression.

"Highly qualified", Stacy said. "Impressive, actually, and she seems very sweet."

"Her smile is fantastic", Liz said. "And she asked me a lot of questions."

"But", I said, "will she mesh with us culturally?"

"I have no doubt", Bailey said. The others nodded.

"Why do you say that?", I said.

"Because she wasn't wearing a bra", Bailey said, "and you could see everything. I wanted to bend her over my desk."

"Oh, my", I said. I bit my lip.

It was my turn to sleep with Stacy. I was laying on top of the bed, reading. She padded into the bedroom. Her tank top was white and her pajama pants were blue and white striped. She climbed up onto the bed and kissed me. I put my book down.

I reached for her breast, then between her legs for her sex.

"Not tonight, Baby", she said. "Liz wore me out last night with her strap on."

"Well, that sucks", I said.

"So do I, fortunately for you", she said. "Lay back and enjoy your blowjob."

She pulled my briefs down, took me into her mouth. I was flaccid. And then I wasn't.

Stacy gives masterful blowjobs. She worked me slowly, methodically. She had perfected the art of fellatio, and before I knew it, I was standing up straight. She sat up to admire her work, her hand wrapped around the base and her lower lip barely touching the head, teasing it.

Then she finished me off. When she kissed me goodnight, she let me taste myself.
Wednesday, January 9
Posted:Jan 10, 2019 8:57 am
Last Updated:Jan 11, 2019 11:55 am
I was in my office, looking at Bailey. She was sitting on the other side of my desk. Her legs were crossed, her navy skirt was short, and her white silk blouse was sheer, soft, and open at the neck. I decided that I never wanted to stop looking at her.

Her mouth was moving, but I was having trouble concentrating.

"Are you listening to me?", she said.

" sorry", I said. "I was having a little trouble focusing."

"You were staring at my tits, Peter", she said. She was smiling.

"You're not wearing a bra", I said. "It's 20 degrees out. What are you trying to do? Excite the staff?"

" setting an example for the women", she said.

I laughed. "You were saying?", I said.

"Kristen has a recruit she wants us to talk to", she said. "A friend of hers. An advisor at another firm. I've already checked her out. Her licenses are clean."

"Really?", I said. "We could use about four more right now."

"I know", she said. "But one's a start. I took the liberty of setting up the initial round of interviews. She's coming in tomorrow. If she checks out, I'll put something on the calendar for next week for your interview."

"I love an efficient woman", I said. "It turns me on."

"Fucking keyholes turn you on", she said.

"What are we doing tonight?", I said.

"Hanging out", she said. "Eating pussy. You know, the usual."

"Pussy for dessert", I said. "Hard to beat that."

It was after dinner when the pussy eating started. Bailey still had her blouse on, but she had paired it with black leggings. It was unbuttoned. Stacy and Liz were also wearing leggings, and sweatshirts that were off their shoulders. They knew what turned me on, and it wasn't keyholes.

We were in the living room. They had recorded "The Bachelor", and were assessing the available talent for Colton. Bailey and Stacy started making out.

Bailey pulled Stacy's sweatshirt over her head, pulled her leggings off. She sat on the floor while Stacy perched over her waiting mouth. Liz sat on my lap. We watched.

Until Liz got on her knees, pulled down my jeans, and took my erection into her mouth.

I decided that I loved my life, and three hours of The Bachelor was worth it.
Monday, January 7
Posted:Jan 8, 2019 9:16 am
Last Updated:Jan 8, 2019 9:16 am
I was waiting for Peter when he came to bed. I had showered and put on a pajama top. I hadn't bothered to button it. I wanted him to be titillated, pun intended.

He never really knew who he'd end up sleeping with on any given night, although we always took turns. We have rules, some of them are ours, most of them are Peter's. For example, one of his rules is "At home, panties are optional, bras are not." He likes us with no bras, nipples hard. I like that too. It was certainly more comfortable.

This was my favorite rule: "No one ever sleeps alone, unless they're sick."

I lay on the bed on my side, waiting for him to brush his teeth and empty his bladder. He came into the bedroom, looked at me, smiled.

"So it's your turn tonight, eh, Liz?" he said.

"Eh?", I said. "What are you, Canadian all of a sudden?"

He laughed. "What do you want to do?", he said, standing at the edge of the bed.

I pulled his briefs down, wrapped my mouth around his penis. It didn't take long for him to get hard. I pulled him onto the bed, took off my top, climbed onto him in a 69 position. He made me come with his mouth and fingers.

"I want you to fuck me", I said,

I got down on all fours. He got behind me. He toyed with me, rubbed his erection along my slit, teased my anus, as if he was going to fuck me there. He could have, I would have loved it, but all of a sudden he was buried deep in my cunt, and I was down on my shoulders, my face buried in a pillow.

Another orgasm swept over me.

And then it was his turn, and I could feel him pulse. He filled me, and then we were under the covers. He turned off the light.

"Good night, Baby", he said, just like he always does.

"I love you", I said.

"I love you too".

And that was the last thing I heard before I drifted off to sleep.
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Sunday, January 6
Posted:Jan 7, 2019 10:03 am
Last Updated:Jan 8, 2019 9:01 am
It was cloudy when we woke up. The wind was from the east, and even though it was 45 degrees in early January, it was a raw east wind.

It was a great day to stay inside.

We began the day just like any other Sunday. Peter was up first. He made coffee. He read. We pattered into the kitchen, one after the other. We cuddled with him. He loved and doted on us.

Liz and Bailey showered. I like showering with another person, especially a woman. They seem to know how to reach all the nooks and crannies without being invasive. Their plan was to go to the store and get some groceries. So after they fingered each other to orgasm in the shower, they dried their hair, applied their makeup, got dressed and left me alone with Peter.

I watched them leave, wearing sweaters and leggings and boots. I couldn't believe that I got to live with them, that they loved me as much as they did. They were relaxed, smiling, hot. Their sweaters were tight and low cut and revealed as much cleavage as the vanilla world could handle. I had no doubt they would get hit on.

"There's nothing like the first orgasm of the day", Peter said, smiling.

"I have to agree", I said.

I helped Peter to his feet, led him to the bedroom.

"It's your turn to be doted on", I said. "I'm going to give you the shower of your life."

I stripped him, then undressed myself. I went to the shower, turned it on, waited for the water to get hot. I looked at him. He leaned against the counter, watching me. His erection was beginning to grow.

I pulled him into the shower, let the water cascade over him. I took a bar of soap, lathered up my hands, washed his chest and shoulders, his abdomen and hips, thighs and calves. I intentionally avoided his cock. For now.

Peter reached around my body, caressed my back and ass. He drew me to him, kissed my hard and full. I opened my mouth, let him explore it. I turned him around, had him lean against the wall with his back to me. I washed his back, his buttocks, his rectum. I explored him with my finger. He moaned.

I turned him around, his erection raging now. I lathered my hands again, wrapped them around his cock. I massaged his balls, his perineum, his anus one more time.

I loved looking at him like this, fully erect. I knew what would happen now; I had choreographed it in my mind. I'd wash, then towel him off before drying myself. He'd take me to bed, then fuck my brains out.

I brought my mind back to the task at hand.

I finished soaping up his cock.
Saturday, January 5
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Peter went into the office like he always did on Saturday mornings. We were busy cleaning the house when he got home. Liz and Stacy headed for the shower. I had to decide whether to watch, or join them, or sit and talk to Peter. I opted for Peter.

"What do you want to do about Kristen?", he asked. He always got right to the heart of the matter.

"I don't know", I said. "It was so easy to make the decisions about Stacy and Liz. This one is more difficult."

"How so?", he said.

"Because I like her", I said. "But we chose this lifestyle, and we've worked hard to make it work. It's just a feeling I have, but I don't think she truly realizes how hard it is on us, you and me."

"I can't help but agree with you Bailey", he said. "I mean, look at us. This is the first chance we've had to sit down and talk, outside the office, in months."

"I know!", I said. "Don't get me wrong, I love what we have. And I really like Kristen. I'm just not sure I want to add to the dynamic right now."

"I like her too", Peter said. "And I agree with you wholeheartedly."

"The only way it could work is if we kept her at arms length", I said, "invited her over occasionally, took her downstairs to the playroom, and used her for our pleasure."

"And her's of course", Peter said.

"Of course", I said.

Liz and Stacy emerged from the shower. They walked out into the kitchen in robes, their hair still wet. They kissed us. It was wanton.

"Show us what's under the robes", Peter said.

They opened their robes. They were naked. Exposed.

"There's nothing that turns me on quite like and freshly shaved cunt", Peter said.

He reached out and touched Liz, caressed her. I did the same with Stacy.

"Sit down", he said. "We need to talk."

They sat at the table. We told them our plan.

"I was worried", Stacy said finally.

"You were?", Peter said.

"Yes", she said. "I don't want this dynamic upset. It works for us, beautifully. Sometimes Kristen has a strong personality. She can take over, if you know what I mean."

"We do", I said. "That thought has been nagging at me too."

"When do we start?", Liz said.

"We can start tonight", Peter said, "provided that Kristen doesn't already have plans. And we don't have to tell her any of this. I want this to unfold naturally."

I dialed Kristen's . She answered on the first ring.

"I was waiting for you to call", she said.

"Are you free tonight?", I said.

"I am."

"Would you like to be our bitch for the evening?", I said.

"I'd love to", she said.

"8:00", I said. "Dress appropriately."

Kristen was on our doorstep at 8:00. By 8:30, she was under the stanchion, eating Liz's cunt.

By 11:00, she had had so many orgasms she begged us to stop.

And she slept blissfully between Peter and me.

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